Post by Danny on Dec 11, 2019 22:25:05 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we have a great show. In singles action, Jimmy Havoc takes on Kikutaro.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action, it’ll be The Fiend versus Roman Reigns.
Mauro Ranallo: Plus, Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard versus UWF Tag Team Champions the New Day.
Corey Graves: And in our main event it’s the Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion Ultramantis Black versus Katsuyori Shibata.
Tom Phillips:But first we got the New Day taking on the team of Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH UWF UNIVERSE! DON'T YOU DARE BE SOUR! CLAP FOR YOUR UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AND FEEEEEL THE POWAAAAHHH! IT'S A NEW DAY, YES IT IS!
The music of New Day hit the PA system and they shortly follow suit! Kofi with the pancakes, Woods with the trombone, and Big E with his thicc gyrating hips and his box of Booty-O's cereal filled with pancakes! They come dancing down to the ring with Kofi and E wearing the tag team championships around their waists as Xavier plays the "New Day Rocks" beat on the trombone and Kofi throws out pancakes to the crowd!
They make it to the ring as Big E rolls in and starts doing snow angels as Kofi is running around him, and Xavier continues to play the trombone. He hops down and they center into the middle of the ring. They look at each other telepathically seeing who should talk first.
Xavier Woods: Tonight, ya bois take on the team of Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard! But before we do some lightwork with these guys, we've been teasing it for a couple weeks now—the New Day Anime! Exciting, very, very exciting. Exclusively airing in Japan, but there will be English subs, and hopefully, a full on English dub, but not right now, we need to see how well it does in the Japanese market.
Big E: Can we get to the episode?! I wanna see anime me beat up some Baldman brothers.
Xavier Woods: We'll get to it, don't worry! We got other things to say!
Kofi Kingston: Like the fact that the New Day's title reign is now getting to a very great length, how long have we held these titles, again?"
They all put their hands to their chins and scratch it.
Big E: Hmmm… I know… 118 days! Or more depending on when this show gets out…
Big E looks blank in the camera as if he was looking at someone behind the camera.
Xavier Woods: Okay then… I think it's time to show this anime, huh?
Kofi and Big E nod eagerly.
Xavier Woods: Then without further ado… NEW DAY ROCKS!
The lights dim down as the opening intro begins to play. The narrator speaks in Japanese, but the subs read:
Narrator: There was once a quiet, peaceful village called Kibō (Hope) a few miles away from the city "Jaakuna Toshi" (Evil City) that was running roughshod and taking over the villages around Japan. The ruler of Jaakuna Toshi was a huge wrestling fan of the UWF so he bought them out, and employed them to take over all the regions of Japan. They finally attacked Kibō, but to his dismay, there was a thorn in his plans—three good friends came from that small village, and with their positivity and hope would refuse the conquering and are now setting out to save Japan from his tyranny! These three are called the NEW DAY! Xavier Woods, Kofi Kingston, and Big E now scour Japan hoping to save all the regions of Japan before going against the head honcho: Ultramantis Black!
The song plays as it shows a beautiful animation intro scene before settling on the final screen of the three together Japanese style:
Narrator: New Day Rocks - Ep1 - Origins
The scene sets with a young man running into town.
: GUYS! GUYS! LOOK! I GOT THREE TICKETS TO TONIGHT'S FESTIVAL! ONLY A SELECT FEW PEOPLE WERE ABLE TO GO! AND WE'RE THAT SELECT FEW!The man stops in his tracks as his friends peer up from their plates of pancakes, syrup coming off their chins as they take a look at the tickets.
: Woods, how did you get tickets and secondly, the festival isn't for another 3 days?Kofi Kingston, the veteran of the group, asked as he is a bit suspicious that his friend Xavier Woods got legitimate tickets.
: Better question, Kofi, why are we questioning how and why he got tickets instead of asking ourselves why aren't we getting ready to go?!The thiccest man of the group, Big E, says with excitement.
Xavier Woods: E is right, we gotta go. It's down in Jaakuna Tosh—
Kofi Kingston: No! No way. You know that city is bad news. Ever since they overthrew Mayor Carter and Ultramantis Black took over, that city is the pinnacle of NOPE!
Big E: Kofi is riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—
The screen froze and kept replaying that same audio frame as the lights turn back on and the New New Day look at each other and the crowd boos in confusing.
Big E: WHAT HAPPENED!? IT WAS GETTING GOOD!
Xavier Woods: I-I don't know…
As Woods goes over to a guy with a headset off out of the ring and out of camera shot, the music of the newest tag team of the UWF plays.
Leyton Buzzard first pushes through the entrance, Sammy Guevara follows behind arms out both men having microphones in their hands as they look up to the titantron pointing looking disgusted...
Sammy Guevara:"Yall see this joke, I mean I was watching and had to tape my eyes open for that boring, Self indulging piece of anime garbage..."
Leyton Buzzard: "Yeah well I mean New Day have to have some kind of happy ending and in this anime, they can do anything and everything that they want to right?"
Sammy Guevara:"I mean it's obvious that these losers want to overthrow the one and only, Ultramantis Black. We have the chance to derail everything right here, When we beat you what happens to the licensing of this anime, The loss to us could lead to a Villian Enterprise like collapse. Just imagine losing your titles than losing your self indulgent anime... Must be rough for Future Day... That's what I am calling the New Day because well... Their future looks bleak and full of rot...."
Sammy Guevara:"Can we talk about how obvious this trash is going to be also, Almost as predictable as how this match will go down, Looks like Tournament Arc after tournament arc they will need the *Sammy imitates a little kids voice*"The power of friendship". There has only EVER been one good anime Tournament Arc, That is in Dragon Ball series they pretty much invented them. What I am trying to say… If you weaboos let me finish… is stupid anime for stupid weaboos stupid enough to buy anything with New Day printed on it."
Leyton Buzzard: “Look it’s the only place where you could take on Sammy and I with a chance of overcoming adversity also, I imagine in this self fanservice piece of work, You will somehow come up against the two greatest looking antagonist who put you down and then you go on a training camp and come back stronger and leaner, Well my friends you can do whatever you want with the trash but when you relate that to the REAL WORLD none of that happens you get put down and don’t ever come back because… WE ARE THE GREA…”
New Day interrupt Leyton’s catch phrase…
Big E: No, no you are not, we will not even let you say that sentence in vain. You can only say it AFTER you beat the UWF Tag Team Champions!
Kofi Kingston: And that ain't gonna happen, not while we stand here your U. W. F. WOOOOOORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TAG TEAM CHAAAAMPIOOOONS, BAAAAAAYBEEEEEEEE!
Big E: BECAUSE…
Woods intervenes before the chant begins.
Xavier Woods: No time for the chant, guys, we're running out of time for the match, let's just start it! Good luck.
Woods exits the ring as Big E has a bit of a disappointed face. Kofi and Big E get in their corner for the match as well as Leyton and Sammy.
Graves: Don't these clowns ever just... chill?
Ranallo: Positive mental attitude need never take a night off, Corey. Don't tell me you aren't a Bad Brains fan.
Graves: Ugh.
Ranallo: Kofi and Big E don't look all that worried about their opponents tonight.
If the New Day are concerned about the returning dudes, they aren't showing it. They rile up the crowd and get everyone singing and cheering before they pay any attention to the other guys in the ring. Big E's already eyeing them up like "yeah... okay". Buzzard and Guevara look cocky as heck though, not so bothered by the lack of respect. Something's gotta give. Someone's gonna get humbled. Chimel bails and the Ref calls for the bell and it goes from there!
DING DING
Guevara and Kingston are the first men in. Kofi steps to the center of the ring, right hand outstretched offering a classic test-of-strength kinda lock-up. Guevara wags a finger no-no and darts around, some tippy-tappy footwork under him as he circles like some kinda spinning top. A Beyblade, perhaps. The champ never takes his eyes of the kid, following him as he orbits the ouskirts of the squared circle. Sammy occasionally feints a shot in or throws a half-speed kick to keep Kofi at bay, but the veteran Kingston is patient in waiting for Guevara to take an actual shot, even as Guevara eggs him on with some chirpy trash talk.
Phillips: Kingston isn't about to get sucked into Guevara's game here. He'll wait as long as he has to - he's been in the game too long to make a quick mistake right off the bat.
Graves: Don't underestimate Sammy and Leyton. They took some time away and excelled on the international independent circuit. They've probably added a whole new dimension to their game. I bet they've picked up some tricks on the underground that the major leagues don't have a clue about yet!
Inevitably, Guevara finds and opening and takes his shot. He feigns an attempt at a double that Kofi over commits to stuffing, giving Sammy some room to whirl around his back where he grabs himself a waist lock. Kofi at first tries to break the grip, but Sammy holds on tight. Kingston takes the next best option and throws an elbow back into Guevara's head, dazing him and effectively breaking the hold. While Sammy's collecting himself, the Champ grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes.
Sammy sprints back on the rebound and effortlessly bounds into the air, catching Kofi on his way back with some headscissors. With expert lucha libra style agility, Guevara maneuvers his mass around and around, tilt-a-whirling Kofi off of his feet. But the man from Ghana is no slouch himself, and he cartwheels gracefully out of harms way when Sammy shifts his weight to take him down. Guevara rolls off and pops up, narrowly avoiding a sudden dropkick attempt from Kingston when he turns around again. Hitting nothing but air, the New Day representative falls to the canvas. His opponent tries for a standing Shooting Star Press, gaining some substantial vertical from a standing position as he hucks the gainer down on to the other man. Kofi rolls out of the way and Sammy crash lands on the mat. Kofi quickly covers him...
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Sammy gets his shoulders up and simultaneously cradles Kofi to make a cover of his own!
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But Kingston breaks free! Guevara pushes him away and kip-ups to his feet. But Kofi scouts his landing and sweeps his legs with a snapping kick. Sammy once again tumbles down to the ring and Kofi shoots the half before he knows what hit him! The Official slides over to check the shoulders before making his count...
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Sammy kicks out, pushes Kofi away and scrambles to a vertical base. He aims to take the Champ's head off with a Buzzsaw Kick but Kofi leans back like he's Fat Joe or in the Matrix or something and narrowly avoids contact. Guevara wheels around and Kofi catches him from behind with a snazzy roll-up!
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But Guevara escapes just before Stripes' hand can fall a third time. Sammy hastily attempts to get back up but Kofi grabs him collar-and-elbow style and holds on tight. Guevara struggles to break free but can't overpower the bigger man, so instead he uses Kofi's mass against him, falls back and Monkey Flips Kingston back-first into the home corner. The Champ crashes clumsily into the turnbuckle at Buzzard's feet, and Guevara makes the tag out to a chorus of boos.
Ranallo: Kofi had Guevara in some serious trouble with that series of pinfall attempts but Guevara had a nice move there in getting the action back towards his home corner.
Graves: Now all he and Buzzard need to do is keep Kofi isolated and get to work on him!
Buzzard steps through the ropes, grabs a hold of the top ones on either side of the buckle and proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Kofi. The Official tries to get him off but his efforts are to no avail, so he starts with the five count. Buzzard doesn't back off until a late four, at which time he climbs up on to the middle rope intersection and poses arrogantly whilst standing above a deflated Kofi Kingston. The mob crowd responds with another volley of invigorated resentment. Buzzard drinks it in, man. He then tag his partner back in.
Guevara flings himself over the top ropes and performs a stellar catapult dropkick on the way down, driving his boots into Kofi's torso like a friggin torpedo. He stands up, looking immensely impressed with himself before repeating his pals tactics, holding the ropes for leverage while he puts his feet to Kingston. Again, the Referee starts up an irritated five count and Guevara uses as much of it as he possibly can before putting his hands up innocently.
Phillips: Are these the tricks they picked up in their time away? Cheating and fighting dirty?
Graves: As a former UWF International Champion once said, "If you're not cheating, you're not trying."
Guevara drags Kofi out from the corner to the middle of the ring where he pulls him up by the hair. He positions himself behind Kofi before hoisting him into the air, at first going for a Back Suplex before transitioning into a DDT! The move is as impressive at it is devastating. Rather than going for a pin, Guevara kip-ups and hits that standing Shooting Star Press he tried for earlier, just to show that he can. He puts his elbows across Kingston's chest and makes a lazy, condescending cover which the fans don't at all appreciate. The Official counts it...
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Kofi kicks out at two! Guevara looks mildly annoyed. Insulted, even.
Phillips: Kofi kicks out at two!
Ranallo: Guevara looks mildly annoyed.
Graves: Insulted, even.
Sammy drags Kofi back to the safe corner and tags in Buzzard for the second time that night. Leyton tells Sammy to pick Kofi up and his pal obliges, despite the Referee ordering him to scram. Kingston is up on his feet, half-conscious. Buzzard catapults himself over the ropes and catches Kofi on the way down with a huge Cutter! Poor Kingston gets his face implanted in the merciless canvas and from there, Buzzard rolls him over for a pinfall...
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But Kofi kicks out at one! How? We may never know. We may never know. Buzzard looks mighty pissed off about it too, and when he hears the roar of the crowd and the growing "NEW DAY ROCKS" chants, his heart shrinks the Grinch's in the first act of Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas. So what does he do? He goes on over to a neutral corner and he starts tuning up the band like he's Shawn Michaels. Hands on ropes. Melodramatic headbangs. Foot stomps. First slowly, then picking up pace. The UWF Universe doesn't like the rip-off but there's nothing they can do to stop him. Meanwhile Kofi, likely concussed, is getting back to his feet right in the dead center of the squared circle and he's none the wiser that he's a deer on the freeway.
Buzzard comes at Kingston with a Superkick that will surely end the match...
But Kofi ducks it, jumps up and nails Leyton with some...
Ranallo: TROUBLE IN PARADISE!
Phillips: Amazing counter from the Champ, but can he capitalize?
It turns out he can't. Kofi crash lands near Leyton but is in no shape to make a cover. Both men are down for the count and the Official looks mortified about it. Both Big E and Sammy Guevara are leaning over the ropes, begging their partners to come on by and make a tag. Kofi stirs first and commences the slow crawl home, but Buzzard isn't far behind him. The fellas retreat, inch by inch by effing inch. Buzzard is closer though... he tags in Guevara! Sammy dives through the ropes and sprints to cut Kofi off...
But Kingston makes a desperate leap and tags his boy Big E into the contest for the first time! The New Day heavy comes in like a bat outta hell, clobbering Buzzard with a clothesline! Buzzard pops right back up and eats another, and then has some thirds! Big E is a man on fire! The crowd loves him. Buzzard, stumbling like a drunk, enters the ring to try and shout him down. Illegally. But Big E's like "no way, Jose" and drops that sucker with a Big End before scraping him up and tossing him over the ropes to the outside!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! BIG E IS CLEANING HOUSE!
Graves: They should not have let Kofi tag out...
Phillips: It's all over now!
And so it is! Big turns and lines up Guevara for the finish. Sammy turns around, dazed and confused, but has the wherewithal to go or a low-blow. Big E catches his kick between his enormous, voluptuous thighs, wags his finger at him, and then totally destroys him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Guevara eats it. Hard. Big E makes the cover...
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Sammy kicks out! Unbelievable! Big E is surprised too! But he ain't done yet. He stands up and picks up Guevara with him, but out of some serious desperation, Guevara shoves Big E back so that he bumps into the Referee! This of course knocks the Official unconscious on the spot. Big E spins around to inspect the damage. He's not stoked. Sammy sneaks up from behind to capitalize but the champ wheels around and flattens him a Rolling Elbow! Guevara falls down, out cold-ish! The Ref starts stir while Kofi calls for the tag in.
Big E slaps his partner's hand and tells him to climb on up to the top. Meanwhile, he picks up Guevara and places him on his shoulders, looking for some Midnight Hour. Kofi, still banged up, is slow getting to the top and just as he gets there, he's distracted! Someone runs down the ramp and hops on to the apron...
Ranallo: It's Becky Lynch!
Graves: What the hell?
Lynch shoves Kofi off the top rope and he falls horribly down to the floor below. Big E drops Guevara and goes after her, only for Guevara to nail him with a low blow once his back is turned. Sammy spins him around and connects with a huge DDT while Buzzard climbs under the ropes to slap some life into the Referee. The unawares Official comes to, and still thinking that Big E is the legal man, makes the count...
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Phillips: Not like this!
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Ranallo: This is a travesty of justice!
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
THE GREATEST TAG TEAM!
The Official is kinda too groggy to raise anyone's hand in victory, so Guevara just rolls out of the ring to celebrate with his pal Leyton.
Ranallo: What a despicable turn of events!
Graves: The New Day got out-foxed, that's all there is to it, Mauro. This is a huge win for the aptly named Greatest Tag Team.
While The Greatest Tag Team backs up the ramp, Becky Lynch rolls Kofi into the ring before climbing in after him. She starts stomping the ever loving heck out of the champ, which the crowd aren't too thrilled about. Her partner soon sprints out from backstage, ignoring the victorious duo while he passes by and slides under the ropes. He pulls Becky off and and is all like "yo what the heck? chill!" but she just wants a piece of the New Day right now.
Phillips: What's going on in there?
Graves: Looks like Becky Lynch couldn't wait until Judgement Day to get her hands on the New Day.
Ranallo: I don't think her and her tag team partner are quite on the same page about this assault, though.
Sami pushes Becky away and pleads with her to stop. Over his shoulder, she sees Big E get up and come after them. She gets out of the way but Sami isn't able to and he gets flattened by the E Train! Becky hastily gets behind the big guy and demolishes him with a Bexploder!
Lynch gets right back up and stands tall over Big E and Kofi, who are piled near each other with their lights out. Becky then helps Sami to his feet. It's hard to read his emotions, but a worried glance at Becky falls into an irate glare at Big E. The Lass Kicker motions for the titles around her waist and Sami nods. The contenders leave the champs laying in the ring and the crowd stunned silent while Revolution continues elsewhere.
MEANWHILE AT STRONG DRAGONS DOJO…
Mark Henry: Is there like any nutritional benefits to these dang Gatorades, man? They’re good and all but I mean there’s gotta be some reason why you love them so, are you on the payroll from ‘em?
Mark looks with wide eyes to see if Kyle will give a slight indication to him about the answer to his question but Kyle is hyper focused on a heavy bag, laying in combos like there’s no tomorrow. Notably, there’s a picture of Vinny Marseglia taped to it.
KO’R: Yeah… yeah you like that, huh? Well how about this! BOOM! BOP! KABAM!
He’s styling on that thing with spinning elbows and Muay Thai knee strikes and everything else shy of the kitchen sink, really working up a swat.
KO’R: Mess up my wedding, eh? Send your goons after us? Well this is what you get! And how about a little cherry on top of that! COWABUN -
Mark places a firm, guiding hand on Kyle’s shoulder to chill him the heck out.
KO’R: Wha - oh… uh… hey… yeah. What? Gatorade? Yeah, they co-sponsor the L.D.I.P.F. now. They really like what we bring to the table. Only problem is is that there’s so much sugar in it that I kinda gotta starve myself all day to keep all the levels in check. My doctor says that one piece of dry, brown toast and five bottles of the G-Juice is gonna be the death of me, but what does he know? He isn’t undefeated. We are. You know who else isn’t? Bami!
Kyle goes back to work on the punching bag, working on his one-two’s.
KO’R: But I don’t even care that they’re getting the next shot. Cause that means we get to get our hands on the New Kingdom. Vinny’s guys. Friggin’ Vinny. You know he ruined my gay wedding? I hate that guy. I hate him more than I hate ISIS. Which is a lot. But finally we get to get some revenge. And I know you’re not supposed to late the hate course through you cause that’s not the Jedi way but honestly Mark, I can’t wait to roll up on these freaky jerks with some Sith style, ya know?
Mark Henry: Easy tiger, we’ll get them. There’s no doubt about that. It’s all gonna be our way, because we put in the work here in the dojo, what they doing? Skating and putting some staples in each other’s heads? God knows man, I don’t even care to be honest. They could be busy banging the president’s wife - or husband as far as I’m concerned.
Mark questions himself for a second, is Donald Trump married to a dude or a chick?
Who’s he married to again? It doesn’t even matter, nobody matters except the Strong Dragons man, we’re the team, the squad, the goddamn boys ya feel me? I know it ain’t a laser trip right forward, and even your optimism for how this’ll go down ain’t even up to the standard of the whooping they’ll get with some hefty dudes with Gatorade in their tummies.
O’Reilly continues to snipe the bag.
KO’R: Pffft. Friggin rights. There’s no substitute for putting in the reps. Kizarny and Skater Boi can talk all day long about how tough they are for being some garbage match pervos but at the end of the day, we’re gonna hit them a lot harder than a light bulb tube or a table or a chair or whatever. Strong Dragon Style is better than hardcore. Tonight we’re gonna prove it. We’re gonna prove it hard.
I can handle another team thinking they can beat us. Bami? The Usos? Both have been champs before. When they doubt us, I see where they’re coming from. That’s called my empathy. My therapist says I’m getting waaaaaay better at it. But the New Kingdom dorks haven’t done jack squat. They’re just lame posers in Halloween costumes and when they step to us it’s just… it’s just… so DISRESPECTFUL.
The Diabetic Dragon throws a devastating snap kick into the bag. It hits so hard that the chain rattles off its screw and the bag tumbles down to the floor. Kyle looks amazed. Astonished. Astounded.
KO’R: Whoa… you’re right Mark. Leg day is important.
Mark Henry: Never skip leg day my boy, in the power game you have to trust. You’d be doing yourself wrong if you did. The New Kingdom won’t even think about it, and that’ll be their downfall. Always leg day. Power game. Drink to it.
Both Mark and Kyle swing up their Gatorades to drink, as he closes off that statement. They slam the empty bottles down after chugging those bad boys down, as UWF heads elsewhere.
The scene fades into Roman already in the ring waiting for his opponent, the Fiend, to make his way out.
HURT! ... HEAL! ... HURT! ... HEAL!
As the two words ‘Hurt’ and ‘Heal’ ring out around the arena. The lights in the arena disappear and a spotlight hits the stage. ‘The Fiend’ Bray Wyatt begins to slowly make his way towards the ring with his signature ‘head-lantern’ in hand.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Brooksville, Florida, weighing in at 285 lbs, ‘THE FIENNNNNND’ Bray Wyatt!
The Fiend reaches the end of the ramp and places his lantern on the outside of the ring. He begins to rub his head in a deranged manner. We can feel him grinning behind the mask, pumped up for the challenge ahead of him. He enters the ring and quickly backs into a corner.
With a fierce look in his eyes, he awaits the beginning of the match.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the match begins underway. Roman is calm and collected as he seems unphased by the Fiend. Bray has his head titled sideways, staring daggers into Roman. The Big Dog mouths off on Bray as he paces. Finally, Roman makes the first move by stepping right in the Fiend's face for a proper stare down. The Fiend is laughing behind the mask. Roman doesn't take this too lightly and shoves him. Bray stumbles back, but he's still laughing. Roman, starting to get iffed, pushes him again. Fiend stumbles back still laughing. Roman finally swings for his signature uppercut but it barely phases the Fiend. Fiend takes a swing of his with a big left hook, then another, then another!
Mauro Ranallo: The Fiend has been unphased by Roman so far here tonight.
Roman blocks the third hook and hits a left hook of his own. He knows he's gonna need more to at least get Bray down off his feet, so he begins swinging wildly. After he stuns Bray momentarily, he whips him into the ropes and goes for the jumping clothesline, but the Fiend reverses it with a Crossbody flattening Roman in midair. He gets to a knee and grabs Roman by his hair. He begins headbutting him over and over before forcefully pushing his head back into the mat. The Fiend yells out a fiendish yell as he begins to hold his head; he can feel the voices talking to him.
Tom Phillips: I think the Fiend may be Randy Orton underneath, cause I think he's hearing voices.
Corey Graves: One problem is your theory, Randy has a lot slimmer body type, ya dingus.
He goes to the corner and begins tapping his foot. He leans backwards looking at Roman upside down. The Fiend stalks Reigns as he gets up back to his feet, and once Roman does, the Fiend strikes! He grabs him into Sister Abigail! But just as he was about to finish it, Roman gets out of it and shoves him off. He quickly capitalises with a Superman Punch, but the Fiend stays STANDING! Roman goes for another! Fiend bounces off a knee. Roman runs the ropes and hits another Superman Punch! Bray falls to the mat nut quickly hops back up to his feet for a Spear!
ONE!
KICKOUT AT ONE!
Mauro Ranallo: WHAT THE—
Corey Graves: Any normal human wouldn't have kicked out of that!
Tom Phillips: The Fiend isn't a normal human!
Roman can't believe it as he stares at him befuddled. He gets to his feet facing away from Bray. As he turns back to him, the Fiend springs back to his feet as if the match has just started. Roman stares in pure shock before making a move. He runs at him for the Spear again, but Fiend sidesteps and throws him out of the ring. Roman crashes hard to the outside as Fiend chases after. He lifts Roman up and throws him into the barricade. You can see the wind get knocked out of Roman as he stumbles to get away from Bray, but Bray is right on his tail. Roman reaches for the ring post and the Fiend helps him receive it by pushing him into it. Roman's skull connects with it as a smacking sound echoes around the arena.
Roman collapses onto the ground, but he can't rest for long as Bray lugs him to his feet and throws him into the ring. Roman rolls to his feet as the Fiend comes chasing in straight into a jumping clothesline! The Fiend collapses but they both get back to their feet quickly. Roman lifts Bray into a Powerslam position, but Bray slips out and pushes Roman into the ropes! On the rebound the Fiend connects with the Mandible Claw! Roman stops in his tracks as he clasps his hands over Bray's to try and get the hold to release, but he can't! He falls back his still struggling as the Fiend grunts and yells in joy and torment. Roman slowly fades out, but doesn't get in a final punch for hitting the bucket.
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, THE FIEND!
The Fiend stands up as his theme echoes around the arena. He laughs to himself as he looks at his hands and back at Roman. The lights cut out as his laugh echoes around the arena, when they cut back on, he's gone, but Roman still remains trying to regain his bearings.
As Revolution continues, things suddenly cut away to a black and white scene where Darby Allin is looking at himself in a mirror.
Darby Allin: My name is Darby Allin. High flying, hard hitting, and a proud member of the New Kingdom. There were a lot of questions surrounding me when I first came to the UWF, and now even more swarm with my return after it seemed Sinn and I had ridden off into the sunset. Well the reasoning for the return is simple: Vinny still has work to do and so do we. The New Kingdom is about manufacturing fear in high quantity and releasing it to the populace and then swooping in on those fear stricken masses and bringing them pain and horror. Seems like a simple motivation but it’s all a lot deeper and more complex than you’ll ever understand.
Tonight, I’ve got body bags with the Strong Dragons’ names on it with one for Kyle O’Reilly and one for Mark Henry. You vermin are out to prove your validity and your deservingness of opportunity but the only thing you’re going to get out of this is new scars on your flesh and psyches. Do you think you’re impervious to the things we can do to you? Your arrogance reminds me of a team we put on the shelf in a matter of moments, the Samoan Strike Force. Their reaction was, “lol anarchy” when they dealt with us and with your joke telling, your viewpoint is no different which means your fates won’t be either.
The juice is very much worth the squeeze, Kyle. We make opponents into human oranges when we make the blood ooze from inside. All you can do is try not to drown in the puddle of insulin and blood that mixes in with the sweat and tears we leave at your feet, because it’d be a shame not to see your irises light up with fear one last time before you go....
As Darby finishes speaking, things cut away to where Sinn Bodhi is.
Sinn Bodhi: My name is Sinn Bodhi, formerly known as Kizarny elsewhere in my career. Equally as hard hitting, sadomasochistic, deranged, and a proud member of the New Kingdom. I’ve fielded the same questions as Darby both upon arrival and this return and why we’re here has just been answered by my partner but I’ll give you another response: we’re here because we want to be. We’re here because we want to have the fun that Vinny’s been having with all you cretins and kick in every door and break every glass ceiling and cut throats with the shards and splintered wood.
I’m sick, boys and girls, just like so many fear clowns are in their natural state. Well I’m not your average clown but I’ll tell you that I should be feared, because any other reaction is just going to make me angry. Strong Dragons, you want to make noise where we rule the roost like it’s Medieval times, royalty versus the feared monster. Well we aren’t afraid and certainly won’t hesitate to make your heads come off. Because there’s a lot of Darby Allin the world hasn’t yet seen, and there’s a lot of Sinn Bodhi the world hasn’t yet seen.
Well get ready to feast your eyes in the coming months because it’s time for you all to get a load of what you’re missing. The Freakshow is back to the stage and we’re just getting warmed up but when that final curtain falls, it’ll be you taking the bow and from your knees at that.
SThe scene shifts to a dojo, an image now synonymous with The Wrestler as the sounds of bodies hitting the canvas and Shibata barking out orders come into earshot. He orders the two trainees in the ring to separate and they do. They then turn to face Shibata. The rest of the trainees join them and climb up in to the ring. Shibata tells all of them to sit down as he begins a lesson.
Shibata: I've heard some murmurs of foolishness, so I feel I need to make something clear to you all. There is a big difference between confidence and arrogance. One you must have lots of to succeed in this sport, and one I advise you to have zero of. Confidence is believing in your abilities to succeed, knowing you have the talent to do so. It is something you must have. Arrogance is a showcase of superiority over those around you. It makes you feel better than everybody else, and therefore makes you more vulnerable and will likely leave you unprepared for the challenges that lay ahead of you. It is something you cannot have. People like Noam Dar, it is not their confidence that is a problem, but their arrogance. Arrogance that I believe will be his downfall as he drops that championship to me. Once I own that championship, I promise you I will bring it back here, it will be ours. In fact, perhaps you can see it become ours, in-person, I've bought you all tickets to the show, as close to the ring as possible.
The trainees perk up, they've been talking about the upcoming championship match for their coach ever since it was announced, and they can't be more excited to see the match in person, with strong hopes and beliefs of The Wrestler winning.
Shibata: But back onto the roles that confidence and arrogance could play into your career, you-
Loud and cheery music suddenly bursts from the dojo speakers, startling just about everyone in the building...
Its... Jiro Kuroshio? He blasts through the dojo doors as if he's walking through a entrance curtain and begins rocking out to his theme as he makes his way to the ring.
He reaches the ring, but then decides to walk around the ring and high-five some non-existent fans as the completely stone-faced Shibata looks on. After about a minute of high-fiving invisible fans he finally decides to enter the ring... but then he rolls right back out to go high five some more fans that are not there. He then hops up on the apron, jumping on it as if he's about to hop in, teasing his entrance into the ring, but he just hops off and decides to go high five some more invisible fans. Once he's done he finally does hop onto the apron and then over the ropes into the ring. He tries to high-five some trainees but they don't move a muscle as Shibata stares bullets into them. Saddened by the trainees denying his high five request, he starts to roll back out again, probably going to high five some more fans that don't exist, but Shibata grabs his arm and yanks him up to stand face to face with him. He clearly isn't impressed as he stares a dagger into Ikemen.
Ikemen: Hello! I'm Jiro "Ikemen" Kuroshi-
Shibata: I know who you are Kuroshio, what are you doing...
Ikemen: Please, call me Ikemen!
Shibata: No.
Ikemen: Oh, well uh, I've come here with a business proposal!
Shibata: This is how you make a business proposal!... How did you get in our speakers!
Ikemen: You left your Bluetooth on, but thank goodness you did, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to make my grand entrance!
Shibata is absolutely pissed off, he looks at him with clear disdain before he asks...
Shibata: Why are you wearing a jacket with no shirt, you come in here like this and interrupt my lesson with this nonsense!
Shibata goes to take off his jacket and take a look but Ikemen instantly recoils.
Ikemen: NO! DON'T TOUCH THE JACKET, PLEASE! The jacket can have no blemishes, nothing can happen to the jacket... I am the jacket.
One might think Shibata would be bewildered at this site, but he just simply keeps his cold stare towards Ikemen.
Ikemen: Ok... well I'm sorry you didn't enjoy the performance, I thought you'd like it. But onto my proposition...
Shibata: I don't want to hear any kind of proposition from you.
Ikemen: Just listen, please, just listen, alright. So, you're the talk of the town back in Japan right, this big tough guy that's changing wrestling for the better and beating up all those bad guys, it's amazing! You're amazing! So I was thinkin, maybe when you go toe next UWF show, you can take me with you, introduce me to some of the executives and I can sign with the UWF and become like you! They'll talk about me just like they talk about you, and I can even help you beat up all those scumbags.
Shibata: Ok, and what am I supposed to get from this?
Ikemen: ...
Shibata: Alright, I have had enough, you've wasted away time I could have used to work with my trainees, come on.
Shibata grabs Ikemen and they exit the ring together and head to the exit as Ikemen struggles in Shibata's grasps.
Ikemen: Wait, please! We can... we can be friends! Yeah! Or I have some jackets I could give you!
Shibata doesn't listen to Ikemen as they continue to the exit.
Ikemen: Wait stop please! I can help teach them, teach them uhh... popularity. Crowds love me, I can help them be like that! Please!
Shibata opens the dojo doors and tosses Ikemen out like he's nothing. Ikemen sulks in his jacket, rejected by his hero. He stumbles along the street as it begins to rain, he sighs as he begins to be doused in nothing but boots, wrestling trunks, and a jacket. He gloomily raises his jacket over his head like an umbrella as the scene cuts out...
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
At the sound of the theme, the crowd begins booing as Jimmy Havoc comes out with his fork in hand and the Television Championship worn over his shoulder as he makes his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Camden, London. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-six pounds. He is the UWF Television Champion, Jimmy...Havoc!
Jimmy enters the ring and holds the championship over his head before setting it and the fork down and preparing for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
An unknown theme begins to play around the arena, much to the confusion of the boisterous crowd. But after a few moments, the confusion disappears as Kikutaro flies onto the stage. A mixed response of cheers and boos greet the man from Japan as he moves back and forth in an excitable manner for a few moments before heading down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Japan. Weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds. Representing Noam Dar, he is Kikutaro!
As he reaches the bottom, he does a quick circuit around the outside of the ring before climbing the ring steps and scaling the top turnbuckle. Noam Dar's passionate lackey points his fingers in the air which draws a slightly bigger pop from the more pleasant section of the crowd before he drops down into the ring.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Havoc lunges at his opponent with his hands out to seize the throat but Kikutaro sidesteps and slips behind Jimmy as he locks his arms around his waist and connects with a Bridging German Suplex into a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Tom Phillips: Can you imagine if that’d been it?
Jimmy kicks free of his predicament and gets to his feet, angrier than he was before as he charges Kikutaro who trips him up and puts him flat on his face. Jimmy rolls over and sits up angrily and as he does, there stands Kikutaro slapping his backside in mockery of the Television Champion. Havoc explodes from the mat at the sight of this, pushing Kikutaro into the nearest corner as he hits hard. Jimmy gets to his feet and heads over, spinning his opponent around and leaving him standing in the corner as he lunges at Kikutaro’s face and bites down on the nose.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, Jimmy’s gone cannibalistic!
As Jimmy backs away, the nose on the mask is visibly dented in as Kikutaro throws a punch but Jimmy dodges and kicks him square in the chest. As Kikutaro hunches over from the pain, Havoc starts raining down blows to the upper back and back of the head violently and with great irritation. Jimmy hooks the head now but Kikutaro pushes him away and sends him into the opposite ropes. As Jimmy comes off the ropes, Kikutaro leaps up and hits him with a Cross Body to bring both men crashing to the mat.
Each competitor is to their feet quickly as Kikutaro throws a punch and connects with the forehead of his opponent. The Television Champion fires back but with a punch thrown underhanded into the Adam’s apple as Kikutaro clutches his throat and starts coughing. Havoc kicks him in the stomach now and as Kikutaro hunches over, he spikes him directly on his head with a gruesome looking DDT. The crowd gasps at the impact as Jimmy rolls his opponent over.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Kikutaro gets the shoulder up as Havoc, beside himself, creates some distance between the two of them for a moment before seizing Kikutaro on his way to his feet and trying to tear away at the mask. Jimmy manages to pull it off as Kikutaro shields his face. Havoc gets up and taunts the crowd with it before throwing it to the mat and stomping on it. Suddenly he gets tapped on the shoulder and there stands Kikutaro still shielding his face but then he drops his arms to reveal another mask on his face.
Jimmy goes for a punch but it’s caught as Kikutaro uses his free hand to wag his finger at his opponent then places the thumb directly on his nose and wiggles his fingers. Havoc, angered by the gesture, kicks him in the groin as Kikutaro slumps to his knees and then to his side in a sort of fetal position. The crowd boos as Jimmy pulls a fork from his pocket and raises it high but as he goes to bring it down to stab his opponent, the referee intervenes and takes it from him. As the referee turns his back to Jimmy to dispose of it, Jimmy pulls out another fork as he goes to stab Kikutaro but Kikutaro blocks it with a utensil of his own, chopsticks!
Corey Graves: This is atrocious.
Kikutaro gets to his feet, holding the fork at bay with the sticks, as Jimmy pulls yet another fork out and this time stabs it into the hand of his opponent as Kikutaro cries out in pain. As the referee turns around, the utensils are on the mat as Jimmy kicks them to the outside and grabs Kikutaro, performing the ripcord set-up and then absolutely blasting him with the Acid Rainmaker! Jimmy goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner...Jimmy Havoc!
Havoc hops down and is given his Television Championship. He raises it up and mouths some words to Tessa and Big Show who you know are watching as the show moves on.
The live feed opens up in a darkened room with the sound of bells jingling in the distance. The camera pans across the room and shows Noam Dar who is stood polishing his Intercontinental Championship whilst wearing a purple Santa hat. Dar stops his actions and looks directly down the lens.
Noam Dar: Well this is an intriguing scenario isn’t it? The man who thinks he’s got a chance of winning this bad boy going head tae head with the one currently sat atop the UWF mountain. Any outcome has the potential tae trigger a whole host of potential ‘what if?’ moments for the coming weeks, but really there’s only one dead cert in all of this, and that’s Supernova 11 walking in tae 2020 as the reigning and untouchable Intercontinental Champion. Now on one hand if Shibata does indeed beat Black tonight, you can bet your house and dug that he’ll consider himself untouchable, which will only make the task of putting him down that bit sweeter. And on the other hand, if he can’t overcome this ‘Special Dreams’ muppet, then perhaps he’s better off not coming tae Judgement Day at all, because we all know who the superior champion is around these parts…
Noam Dar: The ball is in your court Shibata, but if I were you, I’d take the hit tonight, head home with what little pride you have left, and save yourself from receiving the gift of the Nova Roller in a couple weeks time. Because for all this is meant tae be the season of goodwill, you won’t find any of that at the Supernova Grotto. And on that note, from the bottom of my heart, have a shite Christmas! Champ out...
Dar ends by continuing to stare coldly down the camera lens as it begins to transition out to another part of the arena.
The feed goes backstage where Sami Zayn heads into the doctor's office. Becky is waiting by on the outside when an interviewer manages to stop her.
Interviewer: Excuse me Becky, can you tell me about what just happened out there?
Becky Lynch: That? That is what happens when you don't take us seriously. Did you hear them? They're busy promoting a tv show about cartoon characters. I guess it makes sense what with Ultramantis Black runnin' around with the UWF Championship but believe it or not, this isn't some fantasy land. They're not super heroes vanquishin' the UWF of evil. They're just three man children who think this place is their personal playground.
You think I wanted to go out there and knock some sense into their heads? They forced my hand. I didn't expect Sami to come out there. I could have taken them both on my own and because of that, Sami ended up in harms way. I've apologized to him about that and he's getting checked on as we speak but one thing I absolutely will not apologize for is attacking the New Day. All these months, they've been making a mockery of those titles. I tried to sit by and play nice girl, wait for another opportunity but I've had it. The Man demanded a fight and now she got one. It's not my fault they didn't take this challenge seriously. This isn't a match to see who the best team is. We already know we're the best.
Becky turns directly to the camera to deliver a final statement.
Becky Lynch: New Day ... This is a war.
And with that, Becky walks off and the scene fades out.
STRONG DRAGONS
The honest-to-goodness thiccest drum tone ever concocted gets shot through the PA like a barrage of cannon fire, a salty blues lead line providing cover from behind. The rains a' comin', and so is the UWF's raddest tandem. An enthusiastic ovation from the rabid UWF Universe serves to welcome the Strong Dragons to the stage. Mark Henry and Kyle O'Reilly stroll down the ramp, the former sporting a brutish intensity while the Canuck looks like a non-diabetic kid in a candy shop with a pocketful of change to blow.
Chimel: At a combined weight of 560 pounds... they are "The World's Strongest Man" Mark Henry and "The Diabetic Dragon" Kyle O'Reilly... The Strong Dragons!
Henry talks the steels steps up while Kyle slides under the bottom rope, his eyes scanning the arena like he's a hangry mongoose on the hunt. The fellas soak in the adulation from the capacity crowd while they get ready for their match ahead..
”I Am Above” by In Flames is the theme as two-thirds of The New Kingdom come walking out, Darby Allin and the “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi. Sinn and Darby look at one another before looking ahead and making their way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Seattle, Washington and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds. Representing The New Kingdom, the team of Darby Allin and the, “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi!
Each man enters the ring as Darby heads to the top and crosses his arms across his chest as Sinn removes his mask to reveal his painted face. Darby falls backward and appears he’s set to hit the mat but he rolls and lands on his feet as Sinn laughs and asks the crowd, ”Are you ready to get weird?” as the two men now prepare for the match ahead.
VS
DING DING DING
Henry tells Kyle that he's got this and he'll start off the match. Darby Allin, not one to back away from anything, looks up to the challenge. He steps right up to Henry and all Mark can do is laugh. He pats Allin on the head like a kid but it's no laughing matter. Darby unloads with a flurry of punches to the face that catch Henry off gaurd. The big man is backed into the ropes where Darby tries to whip him off but the size of Henry makes that virtually impossible. Henry reverses and sends Darby running instead except Allin comes back with a dropkick. It hardly moves Henry and so Darby goes to attack with more punches but Henry just shoves him over to the ropes. Mark then comes forward and clothesline Darby over the ropes. Allin manages to land on the apron and patiently waits for Henry to turn around. Once he does, Darby springboards off the ropes and comes in with a crossbody. Henry is easily able to catch him and shakes his head with a smile on his face. He starts curling Darby, showing off his strength but he doesn't seem to realize that Bodhi has gotten on the top rope. When he turns around, Sinn jumps off with a dropkick right to the face, Darby falling and landing right on top of Henry for the pin!
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Henry kicks out right away, sending Darby flying back up to his feet. Darby stays on the attack, hitting a quick senton but it's not that effective with his weight. He starts just beating down on Henry but the World Strongest Man is able to fight through the punishment and get back up to his feet. He scoops up Darby with ease and slams him back down to the mat. With some slight distance now, he tags in Kyle who comes in and stalks Darby as he's rising to his feet. Kyle strikes with a kick to the back of the leg to buckle Allin. Kyle follows up with a kick to the chest followed by one to the back of the head. Kyle is talking all kinds of mess as Draby tries to crawl over to his corner to make the tag. O'Reilly stomps on his foot and puts all his weight on it, insuring Darby can't get any closer. He bends down to grab Darby's leg, pulling him up into an ankle lock! Darby realizes the situation he's in and quickly rolls through, sending Kyle rushing into the corner where he;'s met with an elbow by Sinn Bohdi! Kyle staggers backwards and Darby comes forward enough to make the tag!
Tom Phillips: And now here comes the muscle of the New Kingdom
Corey Graves: Sinn Bodhi is about to make the Strong Dragons wish they quit making those jokes.
Kyle doesn't even realize Bodhi is in the ring, only finding out when he's knocked out from behind with a massive clothesline to the back of the head! Kyle falls to all fours and Bodhi starts kicking him in the back of the head over and over again. Kyle's laid out flat on the mat as Bodhi stomps on him. It looks so bad that the ref actually pulls him away and check on Kyle. O'Reilly seems awake but the lights definitely seem out. Sinn comes over and pushes the ref away to bring Kyle back up to his feet. He yells in Kyle's face before jumping up to hit the Sinn Kick! Kyle goes right back down to the mat and Bodhi goes for the pin.
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2 . . .
O'Reilly gets the shoulder up at 2! Bodhi looks at Henry and laughs. H'es more than happy to see the look on Henry's face as he dishes out punishment to his partner. He turns Kyle over onto his stomach and faces him towards his corner. He then locks in a dragon sleeper, letting Mark see all the pain on Kyle's face. Both men are reaching out for the tag but they're hands are about a foot away. Sinn pulls back further and further but this messes with his balance and he falls backwards. Kyle uses the momentum to roll with him to flip over him and pin his shoulders to the mat!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Bodhi lets go to break up the pin! He's angry that he almost just lost the match right there and lets Kyle have it. Kyle's trying to cover up but Bodhi just strikes any open area he can find, from the ribs to the kidneys to just straight up driving his elbow into his back. Wanting to dish out more punishment, Sinn brings Kyle back up to a vertical base and starts to squeeze the life out of him with a bearhug! With his arms free, Kyle tries to punch Bodhi but all he does is smile and squeeze harder.
Mauro Ranallo: Imagine how demoralizing it is to see your opponent not only smile when you hit them, but also only hurt you more because of it.
Corey Graves: The so called Strong Dragons were fools to try and egg on the New Kingdom. You'd think Kyle would have learned after getting a front row ticket to not one but two of the most violent incidents we've seen, courtesy of the New Kingdom's leader, Vinny Marseglia.
Kyle is too far away from his corner but the grip of Bodhi is damn near crippling him. He tries for the old clap to the ears to throw off Bodhi's equilibrium and it seems to work. slightly. O'Reilly follows up by slamming his head into Bodhi's headbutting him as hard as he can. A bit of blood trickles down his head but he's managed to escape from his clutches. Both men are dazed, Kyle especially looking like he's on Jell-o legs. He wobbles over to his corner to make the tag but at the last second, Henry is pulled from the apron but Darby, hitting his face on the ring on the way down! The crowd boo the display as Darby smirks as he looks out into the crowd. Kyle can't beleive that after all that, he's still on his own and whe he turns around, he's turned inside out by the Hellion Hammer! Sinn makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
But Kyle gets the shoulder up just in time! The crowd practically breathes a sigh of relief, happy for the Strong Dragons to maintain their undefeated record...for now at least. Sinn picks up Kyle and walks over to his corner to make the tag back in to Darby. Allin is ready to get a bit of retaliation as he goes behind him and readies himself for the flip over stunner. Kyle's legs however buckle underneath him and he collapses to the mat. Darby just chuckles, trying to pick up the dead weight of O'Reilly. He holds the Diabetic Dragon by the face and gives him a swift slap to the face. This seems to wake up Kyle but he's not in a real position to fight back. Another slap seems to awaken his anger but it's not until the third slap where Kyle truly comes alive. He yells at Darby who goes for another slap but Kyle blocks it, hitting him with two slaps of his own followed by a jumping knee and a leg sweep to the back of the legs!
Mauro Ranallo: The last thing you want to do is awaken the Diabetic Dragon!
Corey Graves: There's no way someone should be able to come back to life after getting so thoroughly beaten down. I'm pretty sure there's something else in those insulin shots. I demand a drug test!
Darby rushes back up to his feet but a high kick to the chest knocks him right back down. He scurries back up again and is met with a spinning back kick to the gut. Now that he's hunched over, Kyle stomps him in the back of the head and finishes up with the forearm combination he calls Ax and Smash! Darby gets knocked down to the mat, Kyle falling with him from the force of the rolling elbow. Henry is back up on the apron and starts to clap, the crowd clapping along with him to help bring some life back into Kyle O'Reilly. Darby crawls over to the ropes and uses them to get back up to his feet. He turns around and sees Kyle almost to his corner. He jumps at his feet but Kyle takes a leap at the same time, just missing his grasp as he tags in Henry!
Mark comes in a bulldozes Darby with a shoulder tackle that sends him flying to the outside of the ring. He runs over to Sinn and grabs him with both hands, tossing him inside the ring. Bodhi is thrown nearly all the way across and he picks himself up in the corner. Henry comes steamrolling his way over and collides with a big splash in the corner. Bodhi is practically flattened like a cartoon but that doesn't stop the World's Strongest Man from hitting him with a sidewalk slam! Bodhi is now in perfect position as Henry starts to climb up to the second rope. He's looking for the splash but Darby comes in, throwing his entire body at Henry's legs causing him to fall. It's got unintended consequences though as Henry ends up landing right on Darby.
Tom Phillips: Looks like that tactic may have backfired on Darby.
Corey Graves: What are you talking about, he managed to save his partner and stop the momentum of Mark Henry. I see this as an absolute win!
Bodhi gets back up to his feet and starts stomping away at the big man. The ref tries to maintain order and pulls Sinn away. Allin rolls out onto the apron and takes off his belt. Henry is getting up using the ropes and while Sinn and the ref are arguing, Darby wraps the belt around Henry's neck! He's choking the life out of him and no amount of power can stop him since Darby is practically using all his body weight to hang from the belt, his feet dangling off the apron. Henry starts to fade and Darby lets go of the belt. Sinn heads back to the apron since he sees that Mark is out. The big man is laid out in the middle of the ring and so Darby heads up to the top rope. He's getting ready for the Coffin Drop but it's Kyle O'Reilly who makes the save, hitting his legs and knocking off his balance. Kyle yells for Henry to wake up and it appears to work. Mark slowly gets up and sees Darby seated on the top rope. He walks over and places him onto his shoulders while Kyle goes up top. They're setting him up for Mount Gatorade but when Kyle comes off the top, Henry's hit with a chop block from behind causing him to fall. Kyle ends up crashing on the mat and rolls to the outside. Henry is down to a knee and Darby flips over him to hit a stunner! Bodhi follows up with the Hellbow to complete the Knighting Ceremony! Henry is motionless on the mat as Bodhi turns him over and Darby climbs on top, hooking both tree trunk legs for the pin.
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the New Kingdom!
Corey Graves: Haha the undefeated streak is over!
Mauro Ranallo: They've done well up until now but the New Kingdom just have slightly more experience.
Corey Graves: I'm going to say it right now, these guys choked. I don't think they're ready for the big time.
Kyle comes in to check on Henry while the New Kingdom laugh and leave the ring, more than happy with their re-introduction to the UWF.
The scene opens on Vinny sitting there with his back to a concrete wall, laughing to himself as he admires a knife he’s holding.
Vinny Marseglia: You didn’t really think that you’d seen the last of me, did you? Well I’ve got a feeling many of you, fans and talent alike, were convinced of that and to that I say bless your gullible souls. You fell for it, you sunk into that fake safety net and got comfortable because you thought finally, finally, UWF’s nightmare was over. But no, your encapsulation in my world of bleakness and atrocity continues. Tonight starts the next chapter of horror, the next era of nightmares come to life, the ushering in of pain and fear that’ll make everything before look like I was being tame. And that’s a tall order considering my body count and resume but where there’s a will, there’s a kill and I shall follow through on my promises.
Vinny stands up and starts spinning the knife in his hand.
So I want all of you to be on watch, because I’ve got a new friend here and there’s just no telling who owns the first piece of flesh I’m going to cut with it. And that’s all part of the fun!
Vinny starts cackling loudly as he puts the knife in stabbing position and bludgeons the camera with it, taking out the feed.
The camera feed opens up in the trainer’s room, where a member of the UWF medical team is attending to Kikutaro following his match from earlier. As the lens focuses in, the worker is seen sticking a needle in the back of Kikutaro’s shoulder, or at least we hope it’s his shoulder, either way, it draws only one response...
Kikutaro: Oooooooooouuuuuuuuccccchhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
The worker spots the camera and does not appear happy with its presence in the room, thus asking the crew manning it to leave. The crew obliges and the feed cuts away to a commercial...
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COMING SOON!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
Shibata does not come out until he is introduced. His music begins as his name is announced.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
Shibata calmly walks out with his head down. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.
Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed. He finally lifts his head as he stares at the entrance waiting for his opponent.
He does not move his eyes, or any muscle until his opponent has entered the ring. Then, he will stare them down until he hears the bell.
The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
DING! DING!
Ultramantis continues this mantra as Shibata stares blankly through the man leaning on this pole. He cracks his neck, and walks forward, seeing if Ultramantis will move from the staff. Shibata looks out to the crowd and smiles as he has an idea. He then runs to the ropes, and then penalty kicks the staff to the outside over the top rope, to follow a very aggravated Ultramantis Black.
Corey Graves: HAHA!
Tom Phillips: Our UWF Champion doesn’t seem too happy at that showing of disrespect.
Dr Cube quickly runs over to grab the staff, and make sure it stays safe within his hands. Meanwhile, in the ring Ultramantis Black pushes Shibata by his chest, and questions this choice in a rather confrontational manner. To this, Shibata blasts Black with a softball forearm to stun him back. With that, Black quickly swings for a slap across the face of Shibata.
Corey Graves: Not sure if that’s the right move for Ultramantis Black to make here.
Tom Phillips: Didn’t you just- whatever.
Shibata wipes his face and then smiles devilishly at Ultramantis Black. He then brings that hand back, and then slaps the life out of Ultramantis Black, turning his mask back to front, and hitting him down to his knees, with insane power. The crowd look around in shock as Shibata raises his arms, and taunts out to the crowd for this strength.
Mauro Ranallo: The could-be next UWF Intercontinental Champion is taking it to the UWF Champion here on UWF Revolution!
Corey Graves: Got the name in there enough?
As Ultramantis Black kneels, leaning on the front of Shibata from the power he just dished out, Dr Cube slams his hand hard down on the mat. Shibata then walks backwards, and Ultramantis Black drops flat on his front, mask still the opposite way around. Shibata looks down demonically at this man, and then reaches down for them.
He slowly pulls Black up to his feet with both arms, and then releases him, making him stand up fully. Shibata then pats Black on the head, to taunt him, and then leans back to give a hefty swing for him, and swing for a spinning backhand slap, but Black bounces back to the ropes just in time and returns with a clothesline knocking Shibata down to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Even blinded, Ultramantis Black still finds a way to hit a clothesline.
Now with Shibata laid down to the mat, Ultramantis turns his mask around to face the right way and to see through it. He then stands up, and checks in with his manager, Dr Cube, to check that his staff is alright after that vicious attack from Shibata. He makes sure it is, and turns around to Shibata, who is reaching out to the ropes to aid him to get him back to his feet quickly.
Ultramantis walks over to the recovering man, and lays in a boot to the back of Shibata, and stuns him so that he can stay in control here in the matchup, and ducks under Shibata’s arms and then pulls him into the middle of the ring. He then bumps him up into the air, and slams him flat down to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam! He then hooks both legs.
One…
Shibata kicks out defiantly at one, and Ultramantis is quite visibly upset about this. He slams the mat with his hand and then goes to get back up to his feet, in which he does. He then looks down on Shibata and lays a little nudge to his head with his foot. He then swings back and fully on kicks him on the side of the head, but this only begins to fire up Shibata, who looks back up at Ultramantis Black.
Corey Graves: It seems to have angered Ultramantis Black that Shibata would be able to kick out of that high impact move, especially at such a short count of one.
Black pushes his boot once more at the head of Shibata, who only becomes more angered, and pushes one foot to get themselves back up. Black lays another one, and Shibata only gets more fired up, as the crowd get behind this warrior of a man. Ultramantis lays in a forearm, and this gets Shibata up to a full base, in which Shibata fires back with a forearm to the jaw of Ultramantis Black, which stuns him back slightly.
Mauro Ranallo: The fighting spirit of Katsuyori Shibata on display here on UWF Revolution!
Tom Phillips: I feel like Ultramantis Black has messed up slightly by toying with Shibata like that.
Black comes back with another forearm, and then suddenly, Shibata strikes through with a forearm, and keeps a hold of the head of Ultramantis and lays in another forearm, and another one of them, and another, until Ultramantis is slightly beaten down. With that, Shibata stands slightly in front of him, and then swings around quickly for a Spinning Backhand knocking him to a knee!
With Ultramantis Black limp now, Shibata guides him up onto his shoulder, and then looks out to the crowd in attendance, throwing him up, and then striking him with the high knee to connect with the Go To Sleep right on the button! Ultramantis falls down slowly onto his back, and Shibata hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Th-
At the last second Ultramantis Black kicks out from the Go To Sleep from Shibata! Determined on putting it away, Shibata turns up and gets up onto his feet. He then places Ultramantis in the corner, and stomps out to the other corner, as the crowd awaits a potentially big move incoming from Shibata here.
Mauro Ranallo: He could be going for that massive corner seated dropkick here!
Shibata runs across the ring and connects hard with the dropkick on Ultramantis Black there in the corner, and then rolls backwards out. Black lays out in the corner from the impact and Shibata gets back up to his feet, dragging him out of the corner, and then tilting his head up so that he’s in a seated position, prepared for a potential Penalty Kick.
Shibata points to the ropes as the fans cheer this indication for him to bring a finish to this matchup. He then runs off, and swings for the Penalty Kick but suddenly he misses, as Ultramantis leaned backwards to dodge it, he then pulls Shibata back and then rolls him up in a school boy rollup with the feet on the ropes!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, the UWF Champion, Ultramantis Black!
Ultramantis quickly rolls away to the outside to the greeting arms of Dr Cube, as they stare of the incredibly aggravated Katsuyori Shibata in the ring. Black gets his title, and raises it high, with staff in the other hand.
Corey Graves: Shibata came close, there’s no denying that, but at the end of the day, the man with their hand raised is Ultramantis Black.
Tom Phillips: I expected “He’s the UWF Champion for a reason” out of you for some reason.
Dr Cube raises his hand on the ramp, as Shibata leans over the top rope in anger and disappointment he couldn’t pull this one away in the main event of Revolution, ahead of his match with Noam Dar, only hoping that results on Judgement Day will be more positive for him. That may be in jeopardy however as suddenly he's chop blocked from behind by none other than the Intercontinental Champion himself! Dar drags him to the center of the ring and starts stomping down on Shibata's leg. The Wrestler tries to fight him off but can only manage a shove. Persistent as always, he tries to get back up to his feet but as soon as he does, Dar comes running over, diving towards his legs to place him in the Rolling Kneebar! Shibata is in tons of pain and even though this is not a match, he doesn't tap.
Corey Graves: Smart tactics by the champ here, weakening up his opponent for Judgement Day.
Tom Phillips: Smart tactics? This is classless! First he brings in Kikutaro to help him and now he has to injure his opponent before the match?
Corey Graves: If you want to be champion, you need to have eyes in the back of your head. All this prove is that even with all that training, Shibata isn't ready.
Dar finally let's go of the hold once some officials have come in to try and stop him. He takes his championship and raises it above his head as he stands over Shibata with the biggest cheeky smile on his face. The crowd all around is booing as the show goes off the air.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Roman vs Fiend - Max
Havoc vs Kikutaro - Dresden
Ultramantis vs Shibata - George
New Day vs Guevara/Buzzard - Fauche
Strong Dragons vs New Kingdom - Danny
