Post by Danny on Jan 1, 2020 23:31:51 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 it’s the aftermath of a great Judgment Day and our first Revolution of 2020 and we’ve got a packed show!
Tom Phillips: Making his return to the UWF, Matt Hardy takes on Roman Reigns.
Mauro Ranallo: And in tag team action, it’s The New Kingdom versus former tag champs The New Day.
Corey Graves: Also in tag action, the team of Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard go up against the Strong Dragons.
Tom Phillips: In his UWF debut, Hornswoggle will face Johnny Morrison.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, it’s Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion Ultramantis Black taking on the returning Vinny Marseglia in a non-title match-up.
The feed moves back to the ring as the fans are buzzing until all of a sudden the lights go out and a single spotlight shines on the ramp. Silence as the fans await who it can be.
“SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND!”
It’s the first ever female Television champion, Tessa Blanchard strutting out to the spotlight doing her trademark pose.
But where’s the title? The lights come back on and next to Tessa is Grado and The Boar, and we see The Boar has the title on his waist.
Tessa makes her way to the ring soaking in the crowd, smug as ever, Grado holds the ropes down for Tessa as she gets in the ring. Once in she strikes another pose and The Boar puts the belt on her waist.
Tessa Blanchard: “U W F! You just witnessed the coronation of your queen, the Diamond, and YOUR NEW, UWF Television Champion! In my 3 match I walked out with gold just like I said. I am the Fastest Rising Star in this company TO DATE, but you know what irks me? I wasn’t the one getting the praise, like I rightfully deserve. No Instead you peasants were talking about how Xavier failed again, no surprise there. Or maybe you were whining in shock when Becky and Sami found that spark that was missing, but whatever you were talking about. It wasn’t about ME!”
The fans begin to boo her, clearly her ego is as big as ever. She clearly isn’t fazed by the moves.
Tessa Blanchard: ”Whatever it honestly doesn’t matter who, or what you talk about, because at the end of the day, I withstood the odds being stacked against me, I toppled the giant, I ripped my title away from those filthy paws of that vermin Jimmy Havoc, and I became the first Women to hold the Television title, but I’m not stopping there. I won’t just slum it against the low card losers, as the NEW Champion, Ethan I DEMAND competition fit for a queen! I don’t care who it is, but give me some real competition, no more Havocs and Big Shows. Now if you excuse me I have a celebratory party to go two and none of you are invited, ciao!”
The boos don’t stop as The World Warriors leave as Tessa struts out , with the Title around her waist.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage - specifically, from the Strong Dragon’s Dojo. The World’s Strongest Man is curling some HEFTY dumbbells while Kyle counts off the chin-ups he’s rocking on an exposed steel joist in the ceiling.
KO’R: Forty-seven… forty-eight… for… for… ah… forty-nine…
The forty-ninth one is a proper struggle for the Diabetic Dragon. His partner notices and offers some encouragement.
Mark Henry: Go on boy! You can hit that big fiddy!
Kyle heads Mark’s words and musters up on last burst of strength to hit the mark.
KO’R: ... FIFTY! WOO!
O’Reilly drops down from the ceiling and heads straight for Mount Gatorade. He grabs a sweet lookin’ orange one and slams that sucker back. Wiping his lips and responsibly tossing the empty over his shoulder into the recycling bin, Kyle takes a breather.
KO’R: I gotta say man, I’m riding on a real high right now. I mean yeah, it sucks hard that we lost to the New Kingdom. But that was 2019, dude. New year, new us, that’s what I say. Just think about everything we’ve got going our way, right? Training is going better than ever. We’ve got a win over the tag champs. And tonight we’ve got a match that we both know we’re gonna win for sure. These clowns are in for a dia-beatdown. But us? Mark, I gotta be honest, I feel like we’re just getting started down the fast-track to all our dreams coming true.
What we’ve got going on here - the Strong Dragons - this is special. I can feel it. It’s not just the sugar from the Gatorade talking, either. Nah this… us… 2020… it’s all coming together. Like, take the average human being - they’re Chinese. I don’t know anything about them. But we’re not average. We’re strong. Heck, you’re the strongest person on the planet. Probably ever. And I’m a kung-fu legend in the making for all anyone knows. Special, yeah? Yeah. Special.
I watched my buddy Larry win that world title and breaks a buncha records and that was cool or whatever… I just feel like we can go even further. The sky’s the limit. And maybe not even the sky. Maybe space. Infinity and beyond.
Kyle, starry-eyed and ambitious, helps himself to another Gatorade, offering Mark Henry one as well. Mark takes it, cracks it open and raises it for a cheers, after what he is about to say.
Mark Henry: Whilst there might be no limits on us in how high we’ll go, boy, we’re going straight to the top. The way back onto the track starts with getting through those Australian maggots, and show off our dang pecs, ya feel me?
Kyle connects his Gatorade to Mark’s to cheers to that vow of success, getting back on track tonight.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, the team of Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard!
The two men pose as the introductions continue.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, it is decided that Mark Henry will start the match for his team as Kyle steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. On the opposite side of the ring, it is decided that Leyton Buzzard will start the match for his team as Guevara steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. Leyton charges Mark but collides with the big man and gets knocked down but is up quickly as he starts peppering him with punches. Mark blocks one and twists the arm of his opponent, forcing the wrist upward as Buzzard is brought to one knee, then pushes him onto his back. Buzzard rolls over to crawl for his corner and make a tag, but while all of this was happening, Sammy Guevara has hopped off the apron to confront a front-row fan who is chirping him and his tag team partner.
Corey Graves: What are you doing, Sammy! Your teammate needs you!
Mauro Ranallo: It seems Guevara's placing his own ego above the needs of Leyton Buzzard.
Leyton uses the turnbuckles to stand, then turns around and reluctantly charges Mark again, leaping into the air and cocking his fist back looking for a punch. But Mark swats his arm away and applies a Bearhug, ragdolling the young Buzzard. Henry looks at Kyle then moves Buzzard from the Bearhug position to onto his shoulders as Kyle ascends the top turnbuckle and Leyton falls victim to Mount Gatorade! Guevara is still arguing with the fan and then is temporarily blinded as the fan hits him in the face with a cup full of beer! Henry makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Strong Dragons!
It cuts to just outside the stadium as a small limo pulls in. The fans buzz with anticipation at who might be in it. The commentators begin to talk as this occurs.
Mauro: Well it appears that someone is arriving in style!
Phillips: The only question is; who is it?
Corey: Ah, yes! Finally! Our lord and savior Larry Sweeney has come back from the dead to show us mortals what a real man's ride looks like!
Phillips: Nope. Pretty sure he's still dead. Well, I personally can't wait to see them. Maybe it's a legend like Cesaro or even Triple H! I personally can't wait for the Shockmaster to shock the world.
Corey: God, just shut up, Phillips. Moments like this just serve as further proof as to why you shouldn't be sitting here commentating with us.
Phillips: Harsh...
Mauro: Regardless of who it is, they sure are getting a grand entrance. One has to wonder about how big of an impact they're going to make on the face of the UWF!
The limousine stops suddenly. They've reached their destination. The fans get louder as they wait for the doors to open and the passengers to be revealed… only it doesn't happen. The fans sigh as it fades to black.
Phillips: Man, what a let down…
Corey: Wise men make 'em wait for it, Phillips. They hold, then… boom! Something a simpleton like you wouldn't understand.
Phillips: Can you cut that out already?
Yellow text suddenly cuts on screen with a loud boom and fans get on their feet again.
"Soon."
...
Mauro: Well color me intrigued. Who is in that limousine? Who's going to debut? Who's going to make us wait? Apparently, we're gonna find out soon!
Revolution heads elsewhere.
Darby Allin: Silence speaks volumes the human voice can’t reach. You’re petrified by this inevitable collision, horrified that you have to show yourselves so soon after failure just to fail again. You’ve given up on your positivity, so never again will we hear about how, “New Day rocks” because this is New Day Rock Bottom. Well I’m going to tell you now, whether you stand up and fight or just lay down like abandoned mutts, we’re going to beat you and enjoy the savoriness of the moment all the same. It’s choices that lead to the same outcome but at least you’re being given some say.
Sinn Bodhi: What a way to kick off 2020, Darby. I can’t wait to knock the heads of the former champs in! New Day, it’s a new year and a new decade and you’re going to spend the first night of it in bleeding squander. Pity for all of you, but to us goes the spoils so really, what am I pitying you for? Either way: Happy New Year, boys! Thanks for spending it at the Freakshow!
(The scene opens with Hornswoggle sitting in front of the bathroom and a boombox is right next to him. He presses the play button and a robotic voice is heard coming from it's speakers.)
Robot: My name is Hornswoggle and I am here to take over UWF. Nobody is going to stop me from winning any matches nor championships. If you don't like me, I don't care, because I can do whatever the hell I want. I may be a pint-sized guy, but I can kick you where the sun doesn't shine.
(Hornswoggle thens pulls out a doll of Lita from his jeans and raises it with his arms in the air.)
Robot: This is my bitch! Nobody can stop her, but me. I will kill anybody tat tries to stop me from defeating my opponents in the UWF. I don't care if you are a legend or a top superstar! Hornswoggle will rise as the winner and wipe the floor with your guts!
(He then kisses the Lita doll and puts it back in his jeans. Hornswoggle then presses the stop button on the boobox and is about to leave, when a elderly woman walks in front of him and start talking.
Elderly Woman: This is not the men's restroom, but the woman's bathroom!
(Hornswoggle then sticks his tongue out at the elderly lady and takes his hat off. He then gives a bow to the elderly woman and walks off as the scene fades to black.)
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. E gets up, and they excitedly wait for the match to start.
”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
Big E looks to lock up with Sinn Bodhi but it proves to be a bad decision as Bodhi immediately targets the arm. He grabs a hold of it and puts him in a hammerlock. Big E is in serious pain, having not recovered from the Disarmer by Becky at Judgement Day. The only problem with this plan is that he's still Big E. He throws back his free arm and connects with all that tricep meat to the face of Bodhi to break himself free. Bodhi comes running right back at him but E is able to catch him with a powerslam! The powerhouse of the New Day gets to his feet and when he does, Darby Allin comes flying off the ropes with a crossbody at E but Big E catches him in mid air. He shake is head no and lifts him up into the air with a military press. Even though Allin is small, it's still a little too much for his injured arm which makes Darby get lifted up at an angle. This allows him to slip behind him and hit him with a chop block to the back of the leg!
Mauro Ranallo: Big E still feeling the effects from Judgement Day.
Corey Graves: This is what Big E gets for trying to show off!
E is on his knees and Bodhi comes running over, laying him out with the Hellion Hammer! Kofi comes jumping into the ring but Sinn right away runs at him and clothesline him back over the ropes, Kofi falling to the floor and landing on Xavier Woods. Darby meanwhile has gone up to the top rope and jumps off, connecting with the Coffin Drop! Darby rolls off and Sinn rushes over to pin E.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the New Kingdom!
The New Kingdom are more than satisfied with this victory over the former champs as they head to the back. Woods and Kofi come into the ring and check on Big E. He's somewhat fine and Xavier walks over to the other side of the ring and asks for a mic. He's handed one and begins to speak.
Xavier Woods: Guys... I think we need to-
Before he can even finish, three masked men come into the ring and start beating down the New Day. Xavier and Kofi are fighting back but Big E isn't in any condition to fight back. This leads to essentially a 3 on 2 assault. Woods gets taken out at the legs and then repeatedly gets kicked in the head. Kofi suffers the same fate shortly after while Big E is placed in a fujiwara armbar, screaming as he watches his friends gets beaten down.
Mauro Ranallo: We need to get some security out here, this is sickening!
Corey Graves: Come on Mauro stay positive, it'll all be fine!
One man picks up Kofi and stands him up with the other two wait on opposite sides. They both come running towards him and one man goes low, the other high and the flip him inside out with a big combo. The other masked man now sets his sights on Woods, lifting him up into the air with a vertical suplex before dropping him with a brainbuster onto his knee! Woods is out of it but he's in a seated positiion. The masked man backs away and takes off his mask, revealing none other than...
Mauro Ranallo: Adam Cole! My God that's Adam Cole!
The other two men unmask to reveal Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. The Undisputed Era has made themselves known and Cole putting the exclamation point on the end with a shining wizard to the back of Woods' head! The crowd is a buzz, booing the trio as they stand over a defeated New Day, making the UE pose with their hands and smiling as the show goes elsewhere.
The feed takes us to a nondescript area in the backstage. The shot is black and white. The subject is Johnny Morrison. The Cosmic Crusader is eyeing something out of frame, but as the footage rolls, he begins to speak.
JOHNNY MORRISON
...And just like that, the Fiend was driven from the UWF. You would think, after all of their failed attempts to beat me down and keep me there, that these creeps would stop choosing me as their first target after crawling out of the woodwork, but no. They put me in their sights, and then I kick their teeth out. That's how it has been since I came back to this company, and at this point I think I can fairly claim that I'm an expert at taking out the trash. I did it with AJ, I did it with Bray... I even put one of the most dominant men in UWF history — Vinny Marseglia — on the shelf for a few weeks. I'm good at this.
Morrison finally turns his head to look at the camera.
But I'm done letting other men paint a target on my back. My destiny has been delayed for long enough. At the top of the heap here in this company is the king of the freaks himself, Ultramantis Black. I had one shot at him already, but to call what transpired fair would be an injustice. Ultramantis is the disease that I, Johnny Morrison, was sent back to this company to eradicate. And now that I've swatted down yet another pest, I'm ready. Ready to give him my full and undivided attention, and ready to render onto him the same treatment as I have on every sideshow act that I've met before him.
Morrison half-grins as the camera zooms in tight on his face.
Ultramantis Black, consider this your one and only warning: I'm coming for you. Your reign is on its deathbed. Soon, my destiny will be fulfilled.
The feed abruptly goes dark. After a few moments, the show moves on.
THE FOLLOWING IS A MESSAGE FROM YOUR UWF CHAMPION
Appearing in the figure is a silhouette of a man.
?: hello it is I your UWF Champion, coming to speak to you from dr.Cube's laboratory.
The lights turn on and a theme begins to play.
Genki Horiguchi's theme plays wearing the UWF title stands as the screen lights up laughing.
Genki Horiguchi: HAHA, I fooled you all. You should've known that this title would not touch the Great and Devious Ultramantis Black. But don't worry I've been keeping it as shiny as my bald head. You all have been referring to this title on equal footing as the superior Spectral Dreams Openweight title when. This is just a toy, and to cement this I will give this belt to someone who matches it's prestige. Someone who will defend this belt with the dignity and honor that it truely deserves. So come on follow me.
He unstraps the belt from him and the camera follows him as he walks up to a strange looking man.
Genki Horiguchi: YOU PIN ME.
he lies down and the person covers him for the three count, Genki sits up and says.
Genki Horiguchi: I guess the holder of the UWF championship is now Hollywood Stalker Ichikawa. while... STILL your spectral Dreams openweight champion the great and devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK.
The screen fades to black with the laughter of Genki.
Sami and Becky's music hits and the crowd start to boo, not too happy with the way they won their match at Judgement Day. The World Tag Team Champions come out with smiles on their faces and music in their heart as they dance away with the newly won gold. They do this for way too long, the crowd getting more fed up by the second until they finally come into the ring and get handed mics. Sami raises his to speak but as he does, the crowd starts to boo even more.
Sami Zayn: Oh what's wrong? Did I, did I hurt your feelings?
The crowd boos even more, becoming more hostile to the once loved tag team.
Sami Zayn: Oh maybe I betrayed your trust, is that it? No I'll tell you what's wrong. What's wrong is this whole company. I came here with the intention of fixing the UWF. Ridding it of this evil. Guys like Sweeney, Vinny Marseglia, Aleister Black and now Ultramantis Black. I defeated the NWO. I've beaten Vinny's henchmen. I was this close to beating Aleister black had Kevin Nash not got involved and in my first match I beat one of Dr. Cube's minions. I told everyone that day what a threat Dr. Cube was. I said that I was the only one taking him seriously and now look how things have turned out. No one stopped him and now he has his grasp over the company. Meanwhile I gotta pull teeth just to get a tag team title shot.
I'm tired of being humble, I'm the best damn wrestler in the entire world! You can't call me an underdog when match after match I keep winning. I gave up my own career to rid the UWF of the NWO. I gave up my career to help establish the tag team division and what do I get in return? Ungratefulness. You guys cheer and cheer and celebrate with the New Day but where are they now? They had to be scrapped up off the mat after what the Undisputed Era did to them. You're welcome by the way UE. The same goes to you New Kingdom.
Sami smiles and gives a wink to the camera, knowing they both will see this.
Becky Lynch: Honestly, I didn't think we'd be able to pull it off. For a second there, you all thought me and Sami didn't see eye to eye. He's the one who came up with the whole plan! Sami should be nominated for an Emmy for that performance! Everyone give it up for Sami!
Zayn smiles and puts his hand on his heart, tearing up as he takes a bow for the crowd who are now booing even louder.
Sami Zayn: It was hard but I knew I could do it. I just had to dig deep down. embody the character you know? I just thought to myself, how can I make myself look like a total loser. The thing is I had tons to draw from just by looking around at the sad sack crowds. People ended up feeling for me. How could Becks push me to the side after I helped her get a contract here?
Becky Lynch: Sami and I, we've always been on the same plan. We're like two peas in a pod.
Sami Zayn: Peanut Butter and Jelly.
Becky Lynch: Darby Allin and makeup.
Sami Zayn: Sammy Guevara and losing.
Becky Lynch: The Usos and unintelligible rambling.
Sami Zayn: The New Day and hospital beds.
Becky Lynch: Tessa Blanchard and being a second rate game changer.
Sami Zayn: Sexy Chocolate and Vanilla bar.
Becky Lynch: The list goes on and on really. The point is, nothing can separate us. We're like a... a...
Sami Zayn: A Dynamic Duo! Not just any Dynamic Duo, THE Dynamic Duo!
Becky Lynch: You know I hated the name when you first brought it up weeks ago but it makes sense, Sure as hell better than Bami or whatever unoriginal moron came up with that.
Sami Zayn: So from henceforth, you all will bask in the glory of the Dynamic Duo! No tag team stood a chance against us when we played nice, how do you think they'll do when they find out just how ruthless we are.
The Dynamic Duo drop their mics and head off the back, ignoring the fans as they make their way up the ramp and the show moves on.
Vinny Marseglia: It’s time, Ultramantis. It’s time for your overconfidence to sink you like a pair of concrete shoes because tonight, I’m going to do what I vowed to do and that’s have my vengeance. Not because I’m obsessing over a loss as much as I’m disgusted by you showboating over a win. Now who knows who the next man is to make you defend that championship of yours but whoever it is is going to have a much easier time than Xavier did because who challenges next won’t have the fresh and in great shape Ultramantis Black but an injured and softened version.
You look at me and this kingdom that’s in ruins, forced to surrender a position of power but here’s the thing, I haven’t fallen nearly as far as you think or I previously suggested. See, I was, “Horror King” the moment I got here and I laid claim to this landscape as my kingdom long before it was officially mine so the trek back to the top is but a pleasant stroll, Ultramantis and anyone else that thinks I can’t rise again.
Aren’t you done being lynched by doubt? You’d think even a combined intellect of a bunch of simpletons would net enough functioning common sense to deduce that I’m not the man to count out anymore but there you are doing just that. I still hold the schematics and the keys, UWF, and I’m going to use both to make this place mine again. And it starts with Ultramantis’ humble pie.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
As the opening strains of Moby's "Extreme Ways" hits the soundsystem, the fans find their feet, cheering boisterously for the forthcoming arrival of the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness. The lights cut out as a spotlight sweeps the rabid crowd, finally making its way to the stage as the drums kick in on the song and a pyrotechnic explosion erupts. As the smoke clears, Johnny Morrison emerges, his coat and hair blowing behind him. He steps forward and holds his arm high in his classic pose.
Chimel: Introducing first, from the Place Between Time and Memory, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Cosmic Crusader... Johnny Morrison!
After his name has been announced, there's another resounding pop from the fans, and Morrison heads down the ramp with a confident swagger. He claps palms with every eager fan, smiling widely as he does so.
Morrison then jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring, and heads to his corner, shrugging off his coat and handing it to the official before breaking into some pre-match stretching in preparation for the battle to come.
Ranallo: Morrison scored an impressive win over an unorthodox opponent at Judgement Day to close out a stellar 2019. Now he'll look to kick off the year against yet another unusual competitor.
Graves: I come into work with the world's worst hangover and this is what I have to sit through. I don't have high hopes for the New Year.
Phillips: Safe to say that given Morrison's hot streak, the Cosmic Crusader doesn't have so much to gain as he has to lose here, right?
Ranallo: Indeed. The oddsmakers and perhaps the UWF Universe is leaning heavily on Johnny Morrison as the betting favourite tonight, but if we learned anything in the past twelve months, its that complacency can spell the end for the so-called "top starts" in this business.
Graves: I'm legitimately disgusted that you biased bigots aren't even giving Hornswoggle a chance. Speaking of, where is that little bastard?
No music hits even though Morrison's has faded out. Chimel and the Referee looks up towards the entrance but there's no cue for the stage hands, nor any sign of Hornswoggle. Johnny doesn't seem concerned, much less surprised. It's getting awkward - then the fans notice something. A buzz swells up around the arena when the ring apron rustles, and then out from underneath the squared circle comes Hornswoggle. He's filthy, with either a hickey or an infection colouring his neck. He stumbles a bit as he tosses an empty bottle of Jameson into the steel steps. It shatters. Whatever.
Phillips: Goodness gracious...
Ranallo: That whirring sound you hear? That's Lou Thesz spinning around in his grave.
Hornswoggle, haggard and unhallowed, rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Johnny looks at him, then at the Ref, and his face is all like "surely you can't be serious". Swoggle walks right up to Johnny and shoves him in the stomach, pushing him back a pace. Suffice it to say, the gauntlet has been thrown down and its on. Chimel bails before he even makes an introduction and the Official calls for the bell.
DING DING
Morrison crouches some and offers out a hand by a test-of-strength kinda lock up. Hornswoggle considers the invitation but then shoots in, slipping past the hand before grabbing hold of Johnny's leg. An attempt at a single-leg takedown goes nowhere fast. Morrison tries to shake his opponent off. The Irish-ish dwarf flips the script and opts more crude and unorthodox style of offense.
Phillips: Is he... is he dry-humping Morrison's leg?
Graves: No. I think I've seen this before. It's an old Turkish technique. Tell him Mauro.
Ranallo: No. It's definitely not that.
Graves: Mind-games then. Gotta admire that!
Repulsed by that low-brow garbage, Morrison tries his darndest to get Hornswoggle off of his but that guy's grip is hella tight. During the ensuing struggle, Swoggle manages to shift his low center of gravity just right to roll Johnny up! The Ref is a little slow sliding in or the count because he's so surprised, but soon enough he gets down there to slap some mat...
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2...
Morrison powers out at two, rolls to his feet and stares wide-eyed at the little bastard. That was too close for comfort. Hornswoggle sits up, a mischievous, half-cut smirk on his mug. Johnny kip-ups and walks over to his opponent, who hastily bails out of the ring to the outside. He puts his hands up as he retreats towards the commentary table. Morrison just shakes his head and beckons him to come back in the ring. Hornswoggle refuses so the Ref starts a count...
1...
2...
3...
4...
Hornswoggle pushes the time-keeper of their chair and snatches it before folding it up. He slaps the floor twice with it and dares Morrison to come out and get some. Johnny doesn't bite.
5...
6...
The diminutive competitor reluctantly heads back to the ring, scaling the stairs as he demands that the Official back Morrison up so he can have some space. The Ref puts some distance between the two but also insists that Hornswoggle drop the steel chair he is still brandishing.
7...
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Swoggle tosses his chair over the ropes and into the ring before stepping through the ropes. The Ref goes over to get rid of the chair, in doing so, he turns his back on the competitors. The shorter man darts over and tries for a low blow on Morrison, but the Cosmic Crusader uses his momentum against him as he scoops the guy up and rotates him through the air as he goes for a Plane Crash. Hornswoggle counters the tilt-a-whirl, grabs Johnny around the head and aims to drop him with a tornado DDT, using his foe's own weight against him.
Morrison is brought down, but has the wherewithal to to get his hands up. Hornswoggle falls to the canvas while Johnny cartwheels himself out of harms way. The former tag and European champ gracefully lands on his feet before swinging a kick towards Swoggle's head like he's a lumberjack trying to fell a cedar. Swoggle ducks, rolls, and once again scores a quick roll-up on Morrison. By now the Ref has tossed the chair and got back to the action. He goes down to count when Hornswoggle shoots the half...
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Hornswoggle grabs a fistful of tights to help...
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Morrison pops out at two!
Ranallo: Hornswoggle isn't above cutting a few corners...
Phillips: At four-foot-five, he isn't above many things.
Graves: Shut up, you height-ist pig. That brave young man is taking it to one of the company's top competitors. That's two pin attempts to none. Don't sleep on this guy.
Swoggle scrambles to his feet. Morrison gets up first though, and has enough to line up his opponent before blasting him hard with a push-kick to the chest. The force is simply devastating, sending Hornswoggle careening through the ropes to the floor below. The crowd goes quiet, unsure of whether its entertainment anymore cause that poor guy might actually be dead. A sigh of relief fills the arena when Swoggle finally stirs. That also serves as a signal to the Cosmic Crusader that the dude is fair game.
Morrison steps through the ropes and stands on the apron, lining up Hornswoggle before turning his back, leaping on to the second rope and flying heels-over-head with an Interstellar Leap! The Asai Moonsault is a thing of beauty. The arc, the angle, the bend, the timing - it's like poetry. The ending, however, leaves something to be desired. Swoggle sees him coming and wisely rolls out of harm's way in the nick of time. As such, Johnny lands tummy-first on the merciless arena floor, winding himself and bruising his ribs in the process. Shortstack is still a bit dazed from the kick, but knows enough to climb into the ring as the Ref starts his count-out...
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Phillips: Morrison landed rough there. He's in real trouble.
Ranallo: I'll give to Hornswoggle, he knows how to work with what he has and it's enough to catch even a seasoned veteran like Morrison off-guard.
Graves: I'm seeing championship gold in this kid's future. Mark my words.
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Morrison finally gets up, just to one knee, though. He's holding his ribs and boy, it looks like they hurt something fierce.
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Back in the ring, Hornswoggle is cackling like a demented fiend, so stoked is he that he's about to score the win.
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Morrison dives into the ring with just one second left on the count! But Hornswoggle is waiting for him. The little bastard swarms Johnny and catches him with a snap DDT before anyone knows what's what. Morrison eats a face-full of canvas before getting rolled over for a pin. The Ref counts it..
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Morrison gets an emphatic shoulder up at one! He sits straight up, knocking Hornswoggle to the side, and there's a look on Johnny's face like he's had quite enough of all this. Hornswoggle jumps on his back to lock in a Sleeper Hold, but then the Cosmic Crusader leans forward had to fling him off and down on to the mat. When Swoggle tries to get back up, Morrison flattens him with an Ensiguri. The sound of shin bone bouncing of of skull echoes out to the seventeenth row.
Ranallo; And just like that, Morrison is back in control with a devastating Enisiguri!
Phillips: That could be enough to end this thing!
Rather than go for a cover, Morrison drags Swoggle's body towards the corner to set him up for some Cosmic Calamity. The crowd pops big, knowing full well what's in store. Morrison vaults himself up, rebounds off the ropes and twirls through the air with other-worldly poise and finesse. His body twists and turns and comes down like a bolt of lightning...
But once again, Hornswoggle rolls out of the way just in time! Morrison lands hard on the canvas, right on to his busted up ribs! He clutches his torso in agony. Hornswoggle capitalizes by blowing past him and scurrying up to the top rope.
Graves: Yes! Hornswoggle is about to get his first win in the UWF!
Ranallo: The Tadpole Splash is his best chance of winning this contest - clean, anyway. If he can execute this maneuver, he might just get the pin!
The fans aren't exactly stoked to see the shameless superstar about to get the pin, but he scans the arena with a look of confident pride on his face before he jumps off with his take on the Frog Splash. Hornswoggle sores through the air, pumps out his arms and legs and falls down towards Johnny Morrison. The Cosmic Crusader gets his knees up though! The poor guy gets obliterated on impact, his entire weight colliding with Morrison's bony as heck knee bones. He bounces off and falls clumsily to the side.
Morrison gets up, pulls Swoggle to his feet by the head and then launches himself forward with a sommersault through the air. A front flip, if you will. What follows is a Moonlight Drive like you've never seen before, with Hornswoggle's light body getting shot up and twisted around at a much higher angle and velocity than is typical. The move lands flush and with extreme prejudice. Morrison lands next to him and hooks a leg for the cover to bring this one home...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
JOHNNY MORRISON!
Morrison rolls of of Hornswoggle and stands to have his hand raised in victory. Hornswoggle slowly rolls out of the ring and then back under it.
Ranallo: An impressive and surprising showing from the debuting Hornswoggle - but his underhanded tactics weren't enough to overcome a game John Morrison.
Graves: Morrison is a bully and should be ashamed of himself. Also I need some Advil.
Phillips: We definitely saw some potential in the unorthodox style of Hornswoggle, but John Morrison is coming into the new year at full speed and with a string of dominant wins, we might see him in title contention soon.
Johnny Morrison takes a moment to pose for the fans before heading back up the ramp. Revolution continues elsewhere.
We cut to the party of Tessa Blanchard, who seeks having fun drinking I think a glass of Chardonnay. Grado and The Boar on the other hand aren’t exactly having fun.
Grado:”Ay its great you have a belt and all but we want a belt too. We can’t even claim to be Linear Champs any more so me and Boar were talking and if you ain’t gonna do the managing shite than we’ll handle if ourselves. Tell ‘er Boar.”
Tessa is clearly annoyed by this selfishness but she lets the duo continue on sipping her Chardonnay.
The Proletariat Boar:”Yea, Tess we understand focusing on you but that just means we gotta focus on us, so you can sit her and celebrate in this boujee club, but us we’re gonna go storm in Drake’s office AND DEMAND a shot to prove we deserve those titles. THEN we’ll have gold and we can celebrate with you as the Warriors will be draped in gold Baybay! Now if you excuse we have a match we have to get. See ya Tess call an uber or walk or something see ya later Champ.”
Tessa just raises an eye as Boar and Grado leave to go get their match.
Tessa:”Hmph Men.”
She scoffs and just continues drinking as the scene fades.
*we see Havoc leaning against a wall*
Jimmy: Hello, it's me, Jimmy Havoc. First off, congrats to Tessa on winning the TV Title, she managed to pull it off despite being in the ring with an hardcore icon like me and a giant like Big Show at the same time. Second, i don't know where i'll go from here, at first i was tempted to go for Ultramantis Black and finally get a match with him after the one we got booked, a long time ago, didn't happen. That was my main idea until i realized that i hadn't earned my shot at the World, Openweight or whatever the hell Ultramantis calls the belt he's been carrying Title. So basically, i'm left with two options: try to get a World Title match and a match with Ultramantis or do something else like trying to get back the TV Title or maybe even try to go for the IC Title. You'll know very soon which of the two options i choose, bye.
*the segment ends with Havoc saying goodbye to the camera*
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a negative reaction. He already has a mic in hand and he steps into the ring and begins to speak.
EC3: Judgement Day has come and gone and Ultramantis has still yet to be defeated. He's taken on challenger after challenger and come out on top. To be perfectly honest, there's no clear cut challenger for him. Sure I could give the returning Vinny Marseglia a shot if he wins tonight. Johnny Morrison also got taken out before their match a few weeks ago but those are two men he defeated in the Elimination Chamber. This seems like the perfect opportunity to have the Royal Rumble to determine who his opponent will be at Wrestlemania!
The fans pop for the announcement as EC3 smiles back at them.
EC3: Unfortunately that will not be the case. While I like a good rumble as much as the next guy, technically anyone can win that match on a fluke. I mean remember when Bobby Roode won? I want someone to prove they can beat Ultramantis Black. I want someone to go through hell and back to topple the champion. We already did a King of the Ring. The G1 would take too long. No instead at No Mercy, there truly will be no mercy. Ultramantis Black will be defending the UWF Championship against not one, not two, not three, but 19 other men in the return of Aztec Warfare!
The enthusiasm of the crowd has shot right back up. The crowd is going crazy for the return EC3 signature match. He leaves the ring as the camera cuts to the announcers.
Mauro Ranallo: Aztec Warfare is back!
Tom Phillips: For the 3rd time ever, this brutal match will determine the UWF Champion heading into Wrestlemania!
Corey Graves: I cant wait! 20 wrestlers, no disqualifications and they can only be eliminated by pinfall or submission. Who do you guys got right now! I'm saying Ultramantis retains! Or wait, maybe Sweeney comes back to win it all!
Tom Phillips: God help us if that happens. I think it may be Jimmy Us-
Corey Graves: What about you Mauro?
Mauro Ranallo: Well I gotta believe the stipulation helps some of our more violent competitors so Jimmy Havoc may have an advantage but I think overall this may help the Horror King reclaim his throne.
The live feed then heads elsewhere.
The scene shifts to a dojo, an image that is beginning to become synonymous with Katsuyori Shibata in the UWF.
Shibata walks around, giving orders to the many different trainees present. The camera stops on the UWF Intercontinetal Championship that hangs on the dojo wall. As the trainees head to the stations they all reach up and touch the gold, a source of motivation. The camera then returns to Shibata as he steps into a different room and begins to speak
Shibata: Much to my dismay, UWF have given me the day off. They have however asked me to put in a few words after Judgement Day. If I'm being honest, I'm not really keen on that. I'm not known for talking right? If I'm to be given the day off I'd hope I could send in a video of perhaps a match instead. I could have one right here in the dojo with a trainee. Although, something has crossed my mind. I am a bit worried I will not be able to complete my vision as champion. UWF keeping me out of action this weak is what has led me to this worry. I hoped that they would understand I am not the type of person to be sidelined because of an injury. That's happened once, it will never happen again. Ever. It seems they have not understood that, so that is why I am addressing them right now. Do not rest me because of an injury, it is not needed, or wanted. I, as champion, expect to defend this belt against the very best. I expect to defend the belt often. I wish I would be allowed to defend this belt every week, but I don't expect that. I expect to be allowed to complete my vision. So next week, whether it be a title match or not, I will be competing.
Shibata begins to tell the cameraman to turn it off but is suddenly tapped on the shoulder by someone...
Ikemen: Shibata! Please, I ask for one chance! Just let me sho-
Shibata: How did you get in? Again!? Kuroshio. Look, I commend you for your... perseverance, b-
Ikemen: WOW! Thank you Shibata! I can't believe we're finally going to tea-
Shibata: BUT! You cannot keep interrupting with your wishes during these times. Maybe I shouldn't have walked out on you, but can you even wrestle? All I've seen you do is chase me around.
Ikemen: Yes! Yes! Very good! Let me show you! Let me wrestle one of them out there, please!
Shibata ponders Ikemen's request in his head before finally giving in.
Shibata: Alright Kuroshio.
Shibata directs Ikemen out of the room and out to the ring. Several trainees are doing workouts around the ring and Shibata signals to two of them. They know it means it's time for a makeshift match as one gets in the ring opposite to Ikemen and the other in the middle to referee.
Shibata: Alright Kuroshio. I assume you know what I expect from you. Start the match, ref.
The referee signals to both men and the match begins. The trainee reaches out a hand to lockup with Ikemen and Ikemen steps up to him, but instead kicks his leg out from under him and begins to smother him inside his jacket. Keeping him inside the jacket, Ikemen shifts to the backside of the trainee and hits an O'Connor Roll for the rollup pin. The ref confusingly counts the pin and Ikemen gets the 3 count. He pops up and runs to the outside to start celebrating with Shibata, who isn't impressed in the slightest.
Shibata: I've seen all I've need to. Please leave.
Ikemen: What? But I beat him...
Shibata: You smothered him with your jacket and then rolled him up.
Ikemen: I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry Shibata. I'm not good at wrestling your style, but I can try. Please!
Shibata: You don't have to wrestle my style. Anything that isn't what that was would've been fine.
Ikemen: Ok, I think I understand now. I'll do it like you want this time!
Shibata: You had your chance.
Ikemen: Please. One more shot. I'll wrestle 3 people, 4! 5! In a row!
Shibata: Hm...
Ikemen: I'll do it how you want! If I lose, you'll never see me again. Give me one last chance.
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Shibata: Alright. Only because of how ridiculously dedicated you are, it is something I can respect. Come back next week. One more chance...
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! And it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first…
That theme is, “Gasoline” by I Prevail as the crowd is soon greeted by the, “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia as he walks out and stands there for a moment.
As the lights come up a bit, it’s seen he’s brandishing a knife as he makes his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”. Vinny...Marseglia!
Vinny climbs up onto the apron and ascends the top turnbuckle, licking the blade before hopping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
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!
Mantis stands back up, finishing up his mantra, and eyes across the ring at Vinny. He does this due to the last time the bell rang before finishing his mantra, his staff went flying via Shibata. Ultramantis gestures to Vinny to bring it on, as he believes Vinny can’t beat him. Mantis turns around to go to pass the staff to Dr Cube, but Vinny quickly rushes over to the other side of the ring and blasts him in the back with his hands balled together.
Tom Phillips: A precautionary measure turned out to be void via Marseglia rushing Black with his back turned.
Corey Graves: It seems like Vinny needs to secure that he won’t lose this time around to Ultramantis Black!
Vinny continues to clob Ultramantis Black in the corner, and lays in a few fists, as he falls down into a seated position. Vinny then pushes his feet under Ultramantis’ jaw and pushes him back into the corner. He continues to hold down on this as he antagonises Dr Cube on the outside, and Dr Cube tells him to lay off him.
Marseglia steps off of Black’s jaw and then dusts off his hands, as in that was easy work to get the better of him. He then turns back to the cornered Ultramantis Black and reaches down for the head and raises him up to his feet. He then runs off to the other side of the ring, and then goes to bounce through to run back at him, and jumps up for a big forearm smash on his jaw in the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: A quick forearm into the corner from Vinny Marseglia to see if he can quickly put this one to a close.
He holds onto the head of Black and snapmares him off into the ring, into a seated position on the mat, and then walks over to the other side of the ring, and then runs directly towards Ultramantis with a boot, knocking him flat out on the mat for Vinny to quickly hook the outside leg for a pinfall attempt.
Tom Phillips: For the quick pinfall but the impactful maneuvers might be enough to put this one away early!
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Ultramantis kicks out a tad bit before two, and Vinny pounds the mat in frustration of not even getting a two count on the UWF Champion. Vinny quickly spirals round and then holds the head of Ultramantis to pull him up to his feet. He then quickly throws him to the ropes, but Ultramantis returns back with a front dropkick blasting Vinny back to the ropes.
Mauro Ranallo: Ultramantis is back into this matchup despite the slow start in this one.
Black gets back up, and then quickly pulls his arm and sends him over to the other side of the ring. With that, Black quickly laps Vinny, and goes back to the ropes he just thrown him at and then hit a big clothesline on Marseglia hitting him back down to the mat hard. With that Ultramantis looks up and Dr Cube starts bloating about Ultramantis to the crowd.
Ultramantis stands tall and spreads his arms wide and then leans forward to the ropes. He then turns his head back to Vinny on the mat, and goes over to the man and gives him a nudge with his foot to try and show a tad of disrespect to the man. He then sits down and locks Vinny in the almighty headlock.
Corey Graves: Ultramantis Black slowing Vinny down here with a quick headlock.
Ultramantis feeds Vinny’s arm under his legs to keep control of him and make sure that he’s not going anywhere soon. Black continues to wrench it in, as Vinny shakes his head to confirm to the referee he’s not giving up just yet. Dr Cube yells support for Ultramantis and goes to start a chant for how great he is, but it is only met with boos from the crowd which leads to Dr Cube yelling at the fans.
Black continues to wrench in, but Vinny starts to giggle slightly from the pain that Ultramantis Black is trying to put in on him. This giggle then turns more hysteric, and Ultramantis Black washes the faces of Vinny Marseglia with the grip he has on his face. Vinny doesn’t stop laughing however, trying to get inside of the mind of Ultramantis.
Vinny starts to insult Ultramantis and his lack of pain infliction on him with this arm trapped headlock. This infuriates the UWF Champion, and he releases the grip, keeping his foot on the hand of Vinny. He then starts to stomp down on the dreadlocked head of Marseglia over and over, keeping him in close proximity.
Tom Phillips: It’s interesting that Ultramantis is so eager of being brash and disrespecting Marseglia but isn’t defending Vinny’s ability to play mind games.
Ultramantis sits back down, putting in the arm trapped so that he can secure the headlock yet again. He continues to wrench in, as he yells at the referee to ask if he submits. Vinny shakes his head yet again to the dismay of Ultramantis Black. Ultramantis leans back fully, causing harm to the lower back of Vinny due to the angle.
Corey Graves: A nasty angle.
Black yells yet again for the referee to ask Vinny if he can continue. Vinny yet again shakes his head to deny the question. Ultramantis then lowers the angle, releasing the grip yet again it and stands, but Vinny gets his hand out before he can use that as leverage, and rolls out of the ring. Ultramantis gives a glance to Dr Cube to distract Vinny as the referee starts the count on the outside.
1!
As requested by Ultramantis, Dr Cube comes around the ring and then starts talking some smack to Vinny to distract him. With this distraction, Black runs to the ropes and then dives through for a suicide dive through the middle rope, but Vinny sensed the distraction, and pulls Dr Cube in, and Ultramantis lands on the suicide dive on Dr Cube! The referee restarts the count due to both being on the outside now.
Mauro Ranallo: Dr Cube got caught with the suicide dive!
1!
In shock Ultramantis looks down at his fallen manager from the impact as they lay on the ringside area floor. With this second opening, Vinny grabs Ultramantis by the back of his head, and runs to go to throw him at the barricade, but Ultramantis Black reverses and throws Vinny at the barricade.
2!
Black turns around to gloat about how great he is to the crowd, but as he turns back around he sees Vinny looking up at Ultramantis with a grin on his face. Upon seeing that, Ultramantis runs back at Vinny and swings a kick at his head making his head rattle off the barricade suddenly.
Tom Phillips: Risky business receiving something like that, with the knowledge we have of concussions today, we know how truly dangerous shots to the head are.
3!
Ultramantis then walks over to the apron from the barricade, and rolls back into the ring. He then walks over to the middle and sits down, crossing his legs delicately. Vinny slowly stirs around trying to gain back his footing. He then grabs the top of the barricade and starts to slowly pull himself up.
4!
Vinny gets one foot on the ground, and the second soon follows. He stands for a second, trying to maintain his footing. He wanders over to the ring, and bashes his hands on the apron to try and psyche himself up a bit getting back in this matchup.
5!
Marseglia rolls through into the ring, and uses the ropes to get himself back up, and stares at the idle Ultramantis Black in the middle of the ring. He then swings a kick at the head of him, but Ultramantis ducks it, and then pulls Vinny back for a quick rollup attempt in a schoolboy rollup.
Mauro Ranallo: Catch him off guard!
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Vinny quickly kicks out of Ultramantis’ quick pin attempt and rolls back up to his feet, as does Black. Vinny runs at the ropes and then Ultramantis goes to hit a lariat, but Vinny grabs a hold of the arm and flips over it to catch Ultramantis’s head through, and he stands with his head between his legs. Marseglia goes to lift Black for a powerbomb, but he jumps overhead, and avoids the powerbomb attempt.
Corey Graves: These two seem to be quickly coming to a climax avoiding big move after big move, the end is surely near?!
Ultramantis swings for the back of Vinny’s head but Marseglia ducks the clothesline quickly. Vinny then quickly pushes Ultramantis to the ropes, and then gains a waistlock to go for a suplex, but Ultramantis quickly reverses getting behind, but Vinny follows back with another counter, and lifts Ultramantis up and throws him back for the german suplex.
Black goes overhead from the impact thrown back and onto his front. Vinny indicates off to the crowd he’s about to call a close to this one in a big way. He reaches down for the head of Ultramantis, and picks him up in an almost WSS position, and then suddenly spins him out for a massive backbreaker also known as Inksanity, but he keeps a hold of him.
Mauro Ranallo: It seems Vinny isn’t done with Ultramantis Black here.
Tom Phillips: This could be a grim end for Black!
Vinny drags Ultramantis out of the backbreaker and under his arm, and throws Black’s arm over head. He then positions himself in the middle of the ring and looks around at the crowd. He then lifts up Ultramantis and spins his body ready in position, and then drops him with an inverted DDT to complete The Shining. He then hooks both Ultramantis' legs.
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Ultramantis kicks out at the last second from the pinfall attempt, to the complete shock of Vinny Marseglia who immediately questions the referee’s count. He then hooks the leg again of Ultramantis for another pinfall attempt to see if he can put it away now.
One…
Two…
Ultramantis kicks out at two this time from the quick recovery pin attempt from Vinny. Marseglia pounds the mat in anger and frustration and begins to puff with anger at Ultramantis not giving up. Vinny then gets up, and looks down upon Black and points a middle finger directly down on the battered down body.
Vinny then drops down and gets outside of the ring, and throws up the apron. He then grabs a hold of a chair that was underneath the ring. He then rolls back in, and lifts the chair up and smashes it down on Ultramantis Black! The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via disqualification, the UWF Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion, Ultra-
Chimel is interrupted by Vinny pushing him out of the way to get to Ultramantis’ belt, as the fans boo the disqualification finish. He then throws it in the ring. Vinny then goes round to the edge of the ring that he pushed the apron back up for, and slides out a table. Extending both legs and then turning it over, bashing it for precaution of premature breakage.
Tom Phillips: I have a feeling Vinny doesn’t have a lot of good intentions here.
Black scrapes his championship to his chest and limps over to the ropes, and stands. Vinny rolls into the ring with his chair, and Black runs at Vinny with the belt, but get blasted directly on the head with the chair. Ultramantis collapses down, dropping the belt. Vinny then swings up and hits once, twice, and three times on his chest with the chair until he’s flat on his back.
Vinny raises the chair up, and throws it down at Ultramantis Black. He then jumps up and stomps it back into him. Vinny then grabs the UWF Spectral Dreams Openweight Title above head and whips it back down at the man like a belt lashing. He then lifts it again, and whips it back down once more. He then lifts it for the third time for a whip.
Corey Graves: He’s clearly softening him up for Aztec Warfare!
He then lifts Ultramantis up in a powerbomb position. He then runs at the ropes and throws him over the top with a massive powerbomb landing through the table! He then turns around and lifts the belt to symbolise how Aztec Warfare will go for Marseglia.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for No Mercy
UWF Championship
Credits
Strong Dragons vs Guevara/Leyton - Dresden
New Day vs New Kingdom - Danny
Hornswoggle vs Morrison - Fauche
Ultramantis vs Marseglia - George
