Post by Danny on Jan 9, 2020 18:15:33 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’ve got a packed show!
Mauro Ranallo:In tag team action, it’s The Undisputed Era versus current tag champs The Dynamic Duo
Corey Graves: Also in tag action, for the contendership it’s the World Warriors going up against the Strong Dragons.
Tom Phillips: A minion of Dr. Cube, the Winter Soldier Ant, will face Johnny Morrison.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, it’s Tessa Blanchard taking on Katsuyori Shibata.
Tom Phillips: but first lets head down to the ring for singles action as Hornswoggle takes on Jimmy Havoc.
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 142lbs, Hornswoggle!
Hornswoggle raises his hand in the almost jobber esq entrance that follows him not being notable enough to have a profile on the UWF website. He awaits Jimmy Havoc’s entrance.
Tony Chimel: From Camden, England, weighing 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp with his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it into the air*
DING! DING!
Hornswoggle quickly rushes to Jimmy Havoc as he turns around to place the fork in the corner, and goes to charge his leg, and pulls it up off the ground. He then stands there idly. With that, Hornswoggle gets kicked back by Jimmy Havoc back to the mat, and he rolls back from the impact. He then goes to his knees from the momentum of pushing him backwards to the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: Going into a fight with Jimmy Havoc, Hornswoggle is at a clear disadvantage.
With Hornswoggle pushed back, Havoc stares down Hornswoggle on the other side of the ring, Hornswoggle then huffs and runs back towards Jimmy Havoc quickly to try and engage contact once more, but Jimmy simply places his hand on the head of Hornswoggle to stop his movement, and stands him still, legs flailing to move forward.
Tom Phillips: Seriously toying with him, almost in a bullying sense.
Corey Graves: Haha, you get it guys?! Because he’s short! That’s the whole thing. Ain’t it great. Get it over with Jimmy.
Hornswoggle continues to try and move forward, and attempts to run. Jimmy then grabs a hold of Hornswoggle’s hair to pull him up to him, and does so and lifts him up for a pretty standard slam right slamming him on his back. With that, Havoc takes a foot off the ground and spins round for a quick elbow drop to the neck of Hornswoggle on the ground.
Mauro Ranallo: I think Havoc is taking a bit of a less is more tactic here, deciding to allow Hornswoggle wear himself out rather than onslaught on him with crazy amounts of offense.
Corey Graves: Is it ever that technical with a person like Jimmy Havoc? I think he’s just taking Hornswoggle easy, and so should he.
Havoc stands up from the quick elbow drop he delivered to Hornswoggle, and looks around the arena like this is a complete joke to him that this match is even happening. He then spins around and lays a kick into Hornswoggle on the ground, and then a soft kick to the head to tease him. He then turns around with his arms wide, and shakes his head.
After this, he then kneels, and puts Hornswoggle under his arms. He then slowly pushes up and gets up onto his feet, and releases Hornswoggle completely from his arms and headlock hold. He then pushes Hornswoggle by the head, stunning him back slightly, and Havoc gestures for Hornswoggle to bring it on.
Corey Graves: I can’t see Hornswoggle going far here.
Hornswoggle runs up to Havoc however Havoc quickly dodges out of the way and leaves Hornswoggle to bounce to the ropes, and Havoc locks him up ready for the Acid Rainmaker, but however when he goes to swing, he misses the strike and Hornswoggle runs through, booting in the back of Havoc’s knee.
With that too, Hornswoggle goes around and hits a huge DDT slamming Havoc’s head straight into the mat from the kneeling position. Havoc now laid out, Hornswoggle goes around and turns Havoc over, dragging him into a prime position for a top rope maneuver. He then goes under the bottom rope and climbs up to the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: Wait a second! Hornswoggle could pick up a quick win here over Jimmy Havoc here?!
Tom Phillips: Uhhhhh what? What did you say Graves?
Hornswoggle dives off the top rope for the Tadpole Splash to be met with knees from Jimmy Havoc quickly crashing into their midsection. Hornswoggle rolls off from the impact and Havoc gets back up to his feet, brushing off the back of his knee slightly. He then grabs Hornswoggle by the waist, and deadlifts him into a Piledriver he sits out quickly, sending Hornswoggle bouncing up in the air. Havoc then hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Jimmy Havoc!
Havoc gets his hand raised by the referee and he quickly takes it off the referee. He then spits down on Hornswoggle laying there in shame of defeat. He then climbs out of the ring and heads to the back angrily of having to go through that.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
It fades into Adam Cole and his cohorts Bobby Fish standing in front of a custom Undisputed Era-branded backdrop. Bobby Fish is kneel-squatting on an equipment box, Roddy is sitting on another, and Adam is standing directly in the middle. He waves to the camera.
Cole: Honey, I'm hoooome!
Booooooo. His face contorts from cool to shit-eating from in a matter of seconds.
Strong: Been a hot second since any of us have wrestled here, right Adam?
Cole: Damn. Straight. And I'll tell you what. I'd love to thank the UWF universe for the very warm welcome. The UE's housewarming party has been going especially smoothly and it’s all thanks to you! I mean, come on. Limos? Champagne? Getting the New Day all nice and softened up for us on our debut? Marquee matche- oh, wait, actually, who are you guys facing tonight? I think I actually forgot who our tag "champs" are. The dynamic… the dynamic…
Booes continue. Cole snaps his fingers trying to think of their name.
Fish: The Dynamic Douchebags, I think it was. Don't blame you, though. Who of note have these "champions" beat? Sammy Guevara? Strong Dragons took care of 'em like nothing and now we're about to and yet somehow these clowns are still on the payroll?
Cole: Well, as-marquee-as-you're-going-to-get matches, immediately. Still, you guys shouldn't have. And I know you're probably wondering, "Why has Adam Cole decided to grace you sad pieces of trash with his presence one more time?" Well, why don't I just cut the shit and tell you guys then?
He smirks and checks at his wrist tape before getting on with it.
Cole: If you've been living under a rock, or, more accurately to our viewers at home, your own basement since 2017, my name is Adam Cole. I am the prettiest smile, the most captivating moves, the best promo chops in the biz all wrapped up in one Panama City Playboy. I've wrestled almost everyone in damn near every country and I've done it with style. I am the best, a la Daniel Bryan. But ya know what I haven't done yet? I still haven't set my UWF career straight. I haven't had that history-making moment. I haven't been the main-eventer that Adam Cole DESERVES to be. And that's because I haven't had these two guys beside me.
He gestures to Fish and Roddy, both right next to him.
Cole: You see, Adam Cole didn’t leave the UWF on the best of conditions. Happens to the best of us, figuratively and literally because I'm the totallest package this world has laid its eyes on. One week you're on top of the world, the next you're losing to Jimmy Uso and getting released. And would you look at what happened ever since I left this company. The UWF took a trip straight down the porcelain throne! The bar just kept going lower and lower. The nWo takes over and people do jackshit about it until they implode, yet everyone wants to lay claim to putting the final nail in their coffin. Good job, guys! You can pick up your participation trophy in catering. Or what about the Television Title? Didn't know we started letting managers wrestle for belts. Maybe I should ring up an old friend or two. Whaddya think, guys? They can hold another belt for us when we're dominating the whole damn company. And don't even get me started on the last three "champs" we've had. Aleister Black? Vinny Marseglia? Ultramantis Black? Did we pull random names from a Blackcraft show straight out of a hat?
Strong: At least Larry Sweeney had standards.
He smirks a bit, knowing that the crowd is undoubtedly booing the former champ's name despite it being pre-taped.
Cole: If you haven't gotten the clue yet, this company needs a change, and we're the guys to do it. A certified technician. The messiah of the backbreaker. And the greatest wrestler of all time. That's undisputed.
Fish: Since no one has the balls to stand up and do it, we're the measuring sticks of this company now. We're what you're supposed to get to. We're gonna take over every single nook and cranny of this company until we force you to be better, whether you like it or not.
He jumps down off the crate.
Fish: It's like every single person in this damn company is obsessed with the past. "Oh, what about Vic Fisk? Oh, what about Adam Cole's losses and Roddy's losses and what about this and that? I hope my wife's boyfriend lets me watch legends like Dean Ambrose and EC3 on the UWF Network tonight! I wanna be just like them! All the nWo's and Bullet Clubs of the past have failed so that must be what you're destined to do! I don't have to be afraid! I'm a real boy. I can wrestle without fear and blah blah blah-" aht tut tut TUT. This ain't about that. This is about the future. This company is on the brink of total UE domination, but you're all busy whacking off to clips from 2012 to care. We saw the old stables. We saw the Bullet Club and nWo. And the Undisputed Era spits in the face of them both. We're looking ahead. Playing 4D chess while you guys play checkers or flip coins or something. We're going to mold this company, polish it up, and make it into something presentable. You're all just along for the ride.
Cole: So lick the cheeto dust off your fingers, hit the pause button, and drink this image in. This is a prelude to something greater.
Remember this when that Ultramantis guy that everyone freaks out about gets knocked off. Remember this when Revolution becomes the yellow and black brand. Remember this when we're at the top.
The instrumental of Calm Like a Bomb plays as it zooms out and it becomes one of those "warm-up for the match" packages. They talk amongst each other, but it's muted at this point.
Mauro: That was the Undisputed Era. Strong words, and an even stronger start so far, taking out the New Day on their first week. But will they keep it going as they take on the tag champs, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch?
Corey: They better! I'm hopping on the UE bandwagon before it gets overcrowded. Can't wait to see you losers get left behind. Especially you, Tom.
Phillips: Yeah. You're gonna see us laughing when the Undisputed Era fizzles out in a week.
Revolution heads... somewhere else!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As the theme song begins to play, out comes the man it belongs to as he starts down the ramp, looking ready to compete.
Tony Chimel: From The Ant Hill. Weighing in at two hundred pounds. The Winter Soldier Ant!
He enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
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.
Tony Chimel: 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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Winter Soldier Ant takes the first swing but Johnny gets his arm up to block it. Ant throws a punch with the other hand but Johnny blocks that one with his other arm, delivering a headbutt to his opponent. WSA staggers back two small steps as Morrison turns and kicks him in the solar plexus, sending him flying backward into the nearest corner. Johnny charges the corner but Ant gets out of the way and JoMo eats nothing but turnbuckle. Soldier Ant grabs him by the back of the head and drives his face into the turnbuckle a few more times before throwing Johnny to the mat.
Morrison rolls as he hits the mat and ends up back on his feet as he delivers another kick to the solar plexus that again sends the opponent into the corner. Ant hits the corner and as he comes staggering out of it, Morrison hits him with the Reality Destroyer as Ant hits the turnbuckle back first and slinks down to a seated position. Johnny takes off running and leaps up, holding the top rope as he stomps rapidly on both sides of his opponent’s collarbone before swinging down and bringing his legs together to kick Ant in the sternum.
Johnny gets back to his feet as he looks at Soldier Ant holding his sternum in pain, then grabs him and guides him back to a vertical base. As he does, WSA shoves him with both hands backward. Johnny responds with a punch attempt but Ant ducks and rises up, connecting with a Throat Thrust. As Johnny rocks with the impact, Winter Soldier takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts laying into him with furious punches aimed at the neck.
Tom Phillips: Like he’s stumbled upon something sweet to eat, this ant is targeting the neck of his opponent!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s dangerous territory as he can do a lot of damage quickly.
Corey Graves: Sounds like Morrison needs to be more protective of himself!
As Ant continues to lay in the shots, JoMo manages to cover up and protect himself and even lands a kick to the abdomen. As Ant backs away, Morrison gets to his feet and motions for him to bring it. Winter Soldier obliges as he charges John but it turns out to be a setup as Morrison catches him connects with the Plane Crash! Johnny is up not long after impact is made and starts stomping on his opponent, Ant making his way back to a vertical base despite this.
WSA catches the leg with one hand and punches JoMo in the knee with the other before delivering an elbow to the sternum and then hooking the head and connecting with an impactful DDT. Ant rolls his opponent over.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Morrison manages to get the shoulder up as Soldier creates some distance before seizing the neck of the, “Guru of Greatness” as he begins to blatantly choke him. The referee is quick to intervene as he starts counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI...
Ant lets go at the last possible moment without getting disqualified as he gets up and creates some distance between he and his opponent. Johnny holds his neck coughing but soon anger appears on his face as he leaps to his feet and clobbers Ant in the mouth with a clubbing forearm.
Tom Phillips: That’ll wake your dentist.
Mauro Ranallo: Do ants have dentists?
Corey Graves: I expected more from you, Mauro.
Dazed, Ant is vulnerable as John grabs him by the wrist and forcefully does an Irish Whip towards the nearest corner. Johnny follows after but Ant runs up the turnbuckle and lands behind him, leaping up and looking for a Backstabber but Johnny holds onto the ropes and the Ant is left falling onto his back with no victim. Johnny pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and turns to face his opponent, who is up to his feet so Johnny just steps down to the mat.
Once there, the Ant shoves him in the chest with both hands again as Johnny shoves back and Ant returns with a punch attempt but Johnny catches it with his hand and throws it aside before throwing a punch of his own but Ant smacks his hand away and leaps up, going for a Standing Dropkick but Morrison leaps back to avoid it and Ant hits the mat but pops back up soon after as Morrison goes for a Standing Dropkick of his own but the same thing happens with the Ant stepping back to avoid it and Johnny hitting the mat.
As Johnny gets up, Winter Soldier Ant is visibly flustered now as he starts laying into him with punch after punch. After taking a few, Morrison blocks one and connects with a Step-Up Enziguiri to the side of the head as Ant falls to the mat but extends his arms out in front of him to catch himself with his hands. Johnny goes for a kick to the abdomen but the Ant throws himself to his feet to avoid and delivers a kick to the upper body, the point of his boot connecting with the sternum of the, “Cosmic Crusader”, sending him staggering back into the ropes holding his chest.
WSA charges and goes for a clothesline but JoMo grabs him around the waist and does a sort of Over the Shoulder Belly-to-Belly Suplex that dumps Ant on his head on the apron as they both spill to the floor.
Tom Phillips: Oh my, what a brain scrambling landing!
Mauro Ranallo: Johnny Morrison showing just the type of animalistic behavior he’s going to have to show to survive Aztec Warfare.
Corey Graves: Still he shouldn’t underestimate who he’s in there with.
Johnny gets up to his feet first and starts swinging his fists downward at the upper back of his rising opponent but as soon as Ant gets to his feet, he lands a thumb to the eye and Morrison is left holding his face. Ant grabs Johnny now and whips him into the steel steps, causing them to explode apart on impact. WSA follows after and picks him up, punching him on the way up before driving him back first into the ringside barricade and then whips him chest first into the ring apron.
Ant rolls Morrison into the ring and slides in after him, Johnny to his feet first but as he goes to attack, Soldier Ant rolls forward and hits him with his leg as he does with a move known as the Surgical Strike! Both men are up and facing each other the opposite way now as Ant connects with another Surgical Strike! The two are up again as Johnny goes for a punch but Soldier Ant sidesteps and ends up behind Johnny as he applies the Lateral Vascular Neck Restraint!
JoMo fights in the hold and just when it seems like he can’t take anymore, Soldier Ant releases the hold and connects with a third Surgical Strike! He goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Morrison again is able to get the shoulder up and this frustrates Winter Soldier Ant to no end as he gets up and starts stomping about in rage. Johnny gets up in the midst of the tantrum and as Ant turns his attention in that direction, he’s blasted with the Extradimensional Rift! Morrison goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Johnny Morrison!
The following image appears on screen with a whispy voice speaking
and Lo the voice of Ultramantis Black will call but will you answer?
It switches images to a video of a quiet forest with Ultramantis' voice speaking over it.
Ultramantis Black: My associate offered to speak for me, but considering the personal nature this has taken I declined, and have chosen to speak for myself. When I arrived back to sanctuary, all I could hear was desperation. Starting with the events that transpired after my match, they were unfortunate, but I accept that a man such as Vinny would be desperate, I accept that once Vinny was gifted another title shot by EC3 he would do anything in his power to come harm. It was rather intelligent all things considered, but he played his hand too soon psychical wounds will heal, the show of insecurity over if he could beat me still looms over him. He has yet to do so and failure for a 6th time... well let's just say it would be apocalyptic.
Which leads me to a man who leads this vessel of rot, EC3. I am unsure if I should feel honor about him bringing out this very rare stipulation for me, all the same, it shows a twinge of fear. Something I find rather humorous really. For two out of 3 of my title matches, I will have had to clear out multiple people. Not a stipulation that he gave others who held the top title before me, but all it does is show his desperation, a year ago when my associate debuted, he was laughed off as a joke. But now here we are, you demanding I fight the entire roster because what my associate has concluded may come to pass. And No Mercy will not be any different, I will walk out holding my belt, and a few weeks after that I will be one year undefeated. No amount of gifted title shots will be able to change that.
Thus Spoke Ultramantis
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage - specifically, the Strong Dragon’s Dojo.
Kyle O’Reilly is shown sitting at a desk with an old Windows 2000 on it, furiously slamming away on the keyboard with his left hand while frantically clicking on the mouse with his right. Presently, red gatorade-tinged sweat gushes from his forehead and palms like the Stigmata as his pupils dilate with supreme, possessed focus on the glowing screen.
KO’R: Oh yeah… ohhhhh yeah… that’s it… that’s the stuff…
His index finger taps down on that belaboured mouse in an absurd frenzy, rhythmic ticks echoing out like desperate Morse code from the sinking Titantic.
KO’R: Come on… yeah… just a little more… yeah… yeah you like that, don’t you? I bet you do!
Suddenly, Mark Henry comes through the door, a lumberjack sub in his hand from catering (whole wheat bun, boiled chicken breast, spinach, tomatoes and sprouts, no mayo). He nearly drops his meal when he sees Kyle huddled away in the shadows, illuminated by only the sickly glow of a grossly outdated monitor.
Mark Henry: The hell you doing dawg?
Kyle looks up, but instead shame, he sports a self-impressed zeal.
KO’R: I found a computer, Mark!
The World’s Strongest Man doesn’t look impressed. For starters, the Dojo is a sacred chamber dedicated to self-improvement. It’s no place for a Windows 2000 or any distractions like that. Also, he’s still pretty suspicious of what Kyle is looking at on that thing. Kyle beckons him to come and check it out. Mark reluctantly obliges. Henry breathes a sigh of relief when Kyle reveals what’s got him all sweaty.
KO:R It’s my old copy of Age of Empires II - with the Conquerors expansion, obviously. I figured if we’re going to be in Aztec Warfare, I better do some studying up on the Aztecs, right? And right now I’m kicking their buts! They might not let me use Polio, but my Conquisatdors are friggin unstoppable.
Mark Henry: Look man, we gotta be focusing on training, not playing damn video games. Any games for that matter. We ain’t playing games, ya know. We’re in it for all the gosh darned gold. So get offa that shit dawg, we gotta hit the shrugs. We need those TRAPS to be swole for lifting some fools sky high.
Kyle looks down at the computer, where his Spanish troops are seriously taking it to the Aztecs, and sighs.
KO’R: Yeah… yeah, you’re right Mark. We don’t need to worry about enemy tactics if our fitness is on point. Let’s get those shrugs in!
O’Reilly shuts down the computer and heads over to the weights and gets started.
KO’R: Man, you shoulda seen me over the weekend. I musta done like… I dunno.. A couple hundred shrugs or something. I tried to eat breakfast on Sunday and then I just ended up coughing up blood all over my corn pops. But you know what they say - “no pain, no gain”.
Speaking of pain, I can’t wait to stick to Grado and the Proletariat Boar. Something about those guys just rubs me the wrong way. I genuinely hate Grado’s guts. I think it’s his weirdo voice.
He shrugs, half because he isn’t quite sure, and half because he’s working those traps, baby.
Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and is set for one-fall!
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
A new song begins to play. Fans begin to boo as the opening guitar riff to Calm Like a Bomb blasts throughout the arena. This booing intensifies as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish waltz out on stage, shadow boxing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Once they reach the middle of the stage, they stop and throw up the UE hand signal, just as they did after they beat down the New Day last week.
Chimel: Making their way to the ring, representing Undisputed Era at a combined weight of 397 pounds, Roderick Strong... and Bobby Fish!
The fans don't like them but they don't care. They just saunter down to the ring. Roddy slaps a drink out of someone's hand and spooky fingers at them. They both round the ring, jump onto the apron on hardcam style, and quickly step through the ropes. They quickly find their way to the middle of the ring and Roddy kneels there, pounding the mat before throwing his arms out as Fish stands behind him, throwing up the UE hand signal again.
Ranallo: Ordinarily the UWF Universe is more than happy to welcome the top independent and international talent to this organization, but the Undisputed Era wasted no time in rubbing the thousands in attendance and millions watching around the world the wrong way.
Graves: Suffice it to say that these gentlemen aren't here to make any friends. They took one look at the sorry state of this company and now they're here to get the ship back on course. It's pretty ballsy to go after the Champs first night on the job, but it's like they say, when you go to prison or gradeschool, first thing you do is go after the biggest guy in the yard.
Phillips: Corey, as always you're a great ambassador for the fine city of Pittsburgh.
Fish and Strong get ready for the match ahead while Tony welcomes their opponents.
Chimel: Introducing their opponents... at a combined weight of 340 lbs... the UWF World Tag Team Champions... The Dynamic Duo!
Sami and Becky's music hits and the crowd start to boo. 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 dance down the ramp and pay no attention to the Undisputed Era in the ring.
Phillips: For a while now we've seen hints at something of an attitude change from these too, but just recently have they done a complete 180.
Graves: I think Sami and Becky realized that they needed to change up their game to get back on top of the division and that's all there is to it. If these fickle fans can't handle a little bit of honesty, they should get over it quick, cause the new and improved Dynamic Duo is here to stay.
Ranallo: Certainly this hardened edge to our Tag Team Champions came as a surprise, and while I may not agree with everything or nearly anything they've had to say recently, you can't argue with results. They are once again holding gold and win over a hot new team would only solidify their boasts as being the best tandem on the planet.
Chimel climbs out of the ring and the Referee instructs each team to elect a member to start things off. Roddy volunteers for his side and promptly challenges Sami to join him. Zayn laughs with a butt tonne of condescension behind it and agrees. Lynch and Fish take to the apron and the Official calls for the bell.
DING DING
Strong moves to the center of the ring before daring Sami to come get some graps. Zayn's all like "um, actually this is OUR ring" with the look on his face so he marches right up to Roddy, extends his right hand for that classic test of strength and when Strong goes for it, Sami slaps him across the face with his left. The Champ laughs hysterically, so proud of himself for catching his opponent off guard. He turns to Becky - "Did you see that?" style. When he comes back around, the unimpressed Strong decks Zayn with a slap of his own. Sami gets knocked off balance and now we're off to the races!
The UE dude runs to the ropes, bounces back and rushes Sami. Strong leap into the air, hoping to find Zayn's chin with a pointed knee strike. The Quebecer recovers in time to see him coming, sidesteps the knee and catches him from behind with a tight grip around the waist. With a pop of the hips and a bend of the back, Sami launches Stong back head over heels with a German suplex. Roddy rotates completely in the air, so he manages to land of his feet. Tricky. Surprised not to here a thud, Sami wheels around and finds Roderick standing instead of splatted. Roddy aims high with a spin kick. Zayn ducks, grabs him around the head mid-spin and drops down with a Stunner-esque neckbreaker.
That snazzy maneuver dazes the newly signed superstar, who awkwardly staggers away as he tries to collect himself. Strong ends up in a neutral corner, shaking the stars out. Zayn lines him up in his sites like a sniper and comes in hot and heavy with a Helluva Kick. Fish screams at his partner to watch out, and with picture perfect timing, Roderick manages to avoid the devastating boot by dropping down, scooping up Sami while he's in mid-kick formation and slamming him down with a modified sort of Spinebuster!
Roddy stays on top to make the cover. The Ref slides down to count it...
1...
2...
Phillips: Kick out by Zayn!
Ranallo: You'd have to go back to the days of Bobby Heenan's family to find a tag team champion take a pin from a Spinebuster, but that should be more than enough to get the momentum rolling for the Undisputed Era.
Strong stays on top of Zayn in full guard and launches down some nasty elbow strikes. When Sami turtles up to protect himself, Roddy swings in from the side, boxing his ears with hard slaps that'll mess with his balance for sure. It takes some serious bucking and squirming from Zayn to escape, and when he finally shakes Strong off to give himself room to get back up, the UE member catches him from behind with a quick roll-up...
1...
Sami powers out at one, rolls over backwards, grabs Strong by the dome, tugs him up and then drives him back down into the canvas with a DDT! He shoots the half after the fact and the Referee makes the count...
1...
2...
Roddy kicks out at two! Sami kneels, looks at the Ref with three fingees up, wondering if that count was maybe a bit too slow. The fifth man swears by his timing, though, and the distraction proves to be a deadly one. A hastily recovered Roderick snaps his leg up while he's still lying down and clocks Zayn in the side of the head with it. The Champ gets dummied by the stiff impact. Strong gets up, tucks Sami's head in his shoulder and pulls him up high into the air with a suplex, just to let go as he lets his opponent roll over up in the sky and fall back down to earth as haphazardly as the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.
BOOM! Sami's back finds the canvas the hard way and Strong doesn't hesitate to cover him. The Ref moves in to makes the count but before he can even get one in, Sami pie-faces Strong as he shoves him off. The Champ then rolls back to his corner and tags in Lynch, scowling back over his shoulder at the promotional newcomer as he does so.
Ranallo: It seems like Sami Zayn doesn't want any part of Roderick Strong tonight.
Phillips: I think he might have underestimated the Undisputed Era, whereas Strong has an answer for everything. That's the thing about being champions, though. Everyone else is focused on beating you, where as its much more difficult to keep tabs on every threat coming your way.
Graves: How would you know, Phillips?
Lynch steps through the ropes like she' ready to take care of business. Fish sticks his hand out, keen to get in on the action, so Strong walks back to his corner and tags his partner into the match for the first time. Bobby vaults himself over the ropes and quickly starts to circle around the ring, like a shark on the prowl. Lynch darts around, keep some distance while she times out his footwork. When Fish finally closes the gap, she's ready for him, stuffing an attempt at a double leg with a hair-trigger knee to Bobby's mouth on entry.
Fish recoils and backs up. Lynch lets him go. He takes a moment to wipe a trickle of blood from his lip, and can't help himself but to admit he's a little impressed. But that tip of the hat comes mostly from misogynistic preconceptions and Becky hates him for it. So when Fish comes in for a collar-and-elbow, she forgoes to traditional wrestling in favour of serving of a European uppercut.
Ranallo: Nice shot from Lynch there!
Phillips: Now she's following up with the side headlock.
Now she's following up with the side headlock. Fish tries to wiggle out but it's hard so instead he gets some speed go before shoving her away into the ropes. Becky rebounds back off the cables and whatever she was hoping to achieve on the way back, it gets cut off by a stiff chop across the chest. It knocks some wind out of her which gives Fish the chance to hook her head and take her down with a staggering suplex. Bobby doesn't let go after executing the move, though. Instead, he rolls through, deadlifts her up all over again and then comes down hard with a Falcon's Arrow! It's a super impressive combination and enough to warrant a pinfall. Fish hooks the leg deep while the Referee moves into position...
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Becky gets a shoulder up in the nick of time! In shoving Fish off, he also grabs a hold of his arm and then rolls over to lock on the Disarm-her! Oh snap! This could be it!
Lynch torques the arm back at an extreme and heinous angle while Bobby screams out in pain. It's a brutal submission hold, expertly executed. Soon then tendons will tear as the arm pops out of its socket. Fish tries to drag himself to the nearest bottom rope, but its so far away, and Becky just keeps on yanking. It's hopeless.
Phillips: Lynch has the Disarm-her locked in deep! It's all over!
Ranallo: A win as definitive as this would send the newcomers to the very back of the line!
Fish raises a hand, ready to tap. But then Roddy runs in and puts the boots to Becky, breaking up the hold.
While the crowd certainly don't have any favourites in this one, they boo the interference regardless because its not nice. The Referee admonishes Strong who's all like "pfft whatever". Sami is pissed though, so he runs in to and starts slugging it out with Strong. Their brawl spills over to the ropes, and since Roddy can't seem to find an opening to get some licks in of his own, he opts to grab Sami around the torso and fling both himself and the other guy back over the ropes to the floor, just like how Sherlock kills Moriarty and the second RDJ movie. Look it up for reference. Rumour has it that they wanted Brad Pitt for that part but didn't get him. IMAGINE. A half-billion isn't a bad take at the box office by any means but I bet Pitt's name alone would've cleared an extra 100 million so whatever he was asking for, I'd say it was worth it. Not that there's anything wrong with Jared Harris but I mean -
Oh dang! Back in the ring, Bobby has since gotten back up, countered a lariat attempt from Becky and then dropped her with a lifting DDT! He's going for the cover as we speak...
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2...
Nope! Becky's out at two! Fish wisely rolls away before that arm pervert can grab him again. The Champ is still lying flat-back on the mat, though, so he gets himself an idea. Heading for the nearby neutral corner, Bobby vaults himself right up from the canvas to the top rope intersection and then flips right back over backwards in the air. It's a Moonsault! And it lands right on top of Becky. Her knees, anyway. Yowzers!
Bobby bounces off, torso devoid of all air now. He gasps for breath like a Fish out of water. Becky sneaks up behind him and schoolboy's the boy quicker than a hiccup. The Official makes the count...
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She grabs a fistful of tights to help!
2...
But Fish escapes before its too late!
Phillips: A tightly contested back-and-forth match so far!
Ranallo: I'm impressed by what I've seen from the Undisputed Era but The Dynamic Duo are a tough match-up for any team.
Phillips: You're pretty quiet over there, Corey.
Graves: I don't know who to cheer for.
Lynch grabs a handful of hair and pulls Fish up to his feet. The Ref yells at her to let go of the illegal hold, but she just sneers at him. When she goes for what might just be a suplex, Bobby pushes her off and then puts a thumb in her eye! Nasty! The Official scolds him but he doesn't even care!
There isn't a lot of air in poor Bobby's lungs yet, but he musters up a burst of energy and that's enough to get his whole body in the air, spinning around as he nails Becky in the head with a big ol' kick!
Ranallo: Becky Lynch is Sleeping with the Fishes!
Phillips: What a maneuver!
The force knocks Becky over and she falls right through the ropes to the floor below. Fish tries to catch her so he can keep her in and make the cover, but its hopeless. So hopeless. A surefire match-winner wasted.
Bobby looks over the ropes and sees his partner finally coming to. He yells at him to toss Becky back in the ring for him and Strong, realizing what's going on, works as fast as he can to oblige. He pulls Becky up off the floor and rolls her under the bottom rope. Fish than grabs a leg, drags her to the center of the squared circle and makes a cover...
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Becky is out at two! But she's hurt bad. Fish, pissed off as all heck, stomps over to his corner as Strong climbs back on to the apron. Roddy tags in and comes through the ropes, hustles over to Becky, picks her up, waaaaaay up into the air and then drives her back down on to his knees with some End of Heartache! He makes the cover to end it...
Ranallo: The picture of The Dynamic Duo as the best in the division may be a better memory a Becky's strength fails her...
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Graves: There's no way you didn't look up those lyric before this match started, poser.
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Phillips: It's all over!
Sami dives into to break up the pin without a millisecond to lose! He pick up Strong and throws him out of the ring before dragging the nearly unconscious Becky back to his corner. Sami steps through the ropes back to the apron so he can tag himself in. Unbeknownst to Sami, Fish caught a tag from his partner right as he was going over the rope. Sami comes through and turns his back to his opponents, checking on Becky real quick to see how she's doing. He doesn't even notice Bobby sneaking up behind him, and by the time Fish has rolled him up for the cover, its too late...
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With one miraculous burst of life, Becky gets up and shoves Fish, giving the scrambling Sami enough force to reverse the pinfall for a roll-up of his own! The Ref counts it!
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Sami grabs a fistful of tights!
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And gets his feet up on the ropes for leverage!
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DING DING DING!
YOUR WINNERS...
THE DYNAMIC DUO!
Sami rolls off of Fish and to the outside, where Becky promptly joins him. The two are looking a little worse for wear, but nothing can dampen their smug sense of superiority as they look back at Fish, who is looking at the Ref in total disbelief.
Phillips: By no means an honest victory, but there's no honour among thieves and the Undisputed Era weren't exactly playing by the rules.
Ranallo: That finish came out of nowhere and I don't think that Fish and Strong should be discouraged, nor should the Champions be unconcerned about some retribution coming their way. What goes around comes around.
Fish is shouting in the Official's face. He tries to walk away but when he turns around he eats a Sick Kick from Roderick Strong, who has jut climbed back into the ring. The fans boo as the Undisputed Era stand over the unconscious Referee, glaring daggers up the ramp at the Dynamic Duo, who couldn't care less.
Ranallo: Ugh! What a blatant display of disrespect! Get some medics down here now! This is horrible! Totally inexcusable!
Graves: You'd better believe that that Referee will pay more attention next time he calls a match, though. Some lessons have to be learned to hard way. Don't be such a snowflake, Mauro.
While some EMT's run down the ramp to help the Ref, the UE boy walk away through the crowd to a chorus of boos from the UWF Universe. Revolution continues elsewhere.
[Scene opens when The Bloodline reunite in the back to Discuss there return of Revolution]
Jimmy/Jey:Uso: Yo what up UCE.
Jimmy/Jey:Uso: last Wednesday on Revolution you was in a match against Matt Hardy. but since you won your match against Matt.
Roman|Reigns: technically my match with Matt hardy was postponed on Revolution cause the match didn't happen in that is why starting next week on Revolution the three of us will be in a separate match because I'm going to compete in a nineteen battle royal match for the UWF Championship and let you two fight Sami and Becky for there World tag team titles at the next event PPV.
Jey/Jimmy|Uso: Well since the three of us are getting title Opportunities then lets have our self's a six man tag in that ring next week
Roman|Reigns: you know what that's not such a bad idea I mean since I didn't get to see who won that match between me and Matt Hardy last Wednesday then lets do this six man tag match next week on Revolution.
Jimmy|Jey Uso: but I guest the three of us just gonna have to wait in see who's our Opponent gonna be next week on Revolution on UWF network.
Jimmy/Jey:Uso: Yo what up UCE.
Jimmy/Jey:Uso: last Wednesday on Revolution you was in a match against Matt Hardy. but since you won your match against Matt.
Roman|Reigns: technically my match with Matt hardy was postponed on Revolution cause the match didn't happen in that is why starting next week on Revolution the three of us will be in a separate match because I'm going to compete in a nineteen battle royal match for the UWF Championship and let you two fight Sami and Becky for there World tag team titles at the next event PPV.
Jey/Jimmy|Uso: Well since the three of us are getting title Opportunities then lets have our self's a six man tag in that ring next week
Roman|Reigns: you know what that's not such a bad idea I mean since I didn't get to see who won that match between me and Matt Hardy last Wednesday then lets do this six man tag match next week on Revolution.
Jimmy|Jey Uso: but I guest the three of us just gonna have to wait in see who's our Opponent gonna be next week on Revolution on UWF network.
(Reigns shakes hands with his Cousin Jey and Jimmy Uso)
Roman|Reigns: how about we make this interesting next up we still have a six man tag where the winner be apart of the nineteen Aztec Warfare to determine at The Royal Rumble to face Ultra mantis Black for his UWF Championship at Wrestle Mania.
Jey|Jimmy Uso: that sounds like a great plain UCE so lets go out there next week in our six man tag in be apart of the Aztec Warfare match against any three members from any team to face the return of The Bloodline next Wednesday on Revolution.
Roman|Reigns: see you all next week believe that!
[Camera fades when the Bloodline goes somewhere else and heads for our GM EC3]
Jey|Jimmy Uso: that sounds like a great plain UCE so lets go out there next week in our six man tag in be apart of the Aztec Warfare match against any three members from any team to face the return of The Bloodline next Wednesday on Revolution.
Roman|Reigns: see you all next week believe that!
[Camera fades when the Bloodline goes somewhere else and heads for our GM EC3]
Darby Allin: Last week our glorious crusade continued when another team fell at the feet of yours truly and Sinn Bodhi, two-thirds of the New Kingdom. And now 2020 isn’t starting off so great for the former champions because they’ve gone the way of the Samoan Strike Force after we beat them, nobody knows where they are. Tonight, we stand on the sidelines and watch the Strong Dragons have their fun trying to avenge their loss to us a few weeks ago. But that’s all well and good: have your fun, have your number one contendership, have your titles. Because Sinn and I, we’ll be waiting for our opportunity, and then the New Kingdom will shine bright as all of us hold championship gold above our heads.
Sinn Bodhi: Now hang on a second, Darby, there’s no guarantee that Strong Dragons are going to win tonight and there’s no guarantee they’ll win the titles if they do become contenders. I mean just because the World Warriors look like a guy in a bad Pumbaa costume and someone that shouldn’t wear their hat backwards anymore doesn’t mean they don’t pose a threat. I mean they’re partners with the Television Champion!
Sinn laughs.
Fact is it doesn’t matter who wins the contendership tonight or who ends up with the belts, because like Darby said, they’re coming right here eventually and you’ll know when that time is because beforehand you’ll hear these four familiar words: Welcome to the Freakshow!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the Number One Contendership to the UWF World Tag Team Championships!
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..
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
[font color="Tony Chimel: “Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!”
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner to await the prey. Rather uncharacteristically, Tessa heads backstage.
DING DING DING!
That starting bell rings and Grado — the legal man for his team — runs right at Mark Henry, going low with a chop block to the left knee that forces Henry down on one knee. Grado gets right back to his feet as Henry tries to push up to his own and rains hell down on the big man with clubbing blows to the upper back and shoulders. Henry covers up as the blows start landing, slowly lumbering to a doubled-over three-point stance before rushing Grado into a corner with a powerful shoulder thrust. Grado's back arches as much as is possible with a man of Henry's girth skewering him against the turnbuckles, and Henry takes a half-step back before coming back in with another brutal thrust of the shoulder before straightening up and taking several steps back, then lurching forward and connecting with a big splash on the Scot! The fans cheer as Henry converts directly from the splash to a scoop slam and stays on for the cover, but Grado gets a boot on the bottom rope before even a one-count. Henry gets right back up, deadlifting Grado as he goes — a feat that gets some pops as Grado's not the lightest man on the planet, either — then throws him high overhead to crash back on the canvas with a devastating fallaway slam! As Henry rolls back to his feet, the Scot wisely rolls the Heck out of the ring to take a breather, bracing his smarting spine as he hobbles toward the barricade.
Mauro Ranallo: Minutes into this match the World's Strongest Man is putting his power on full display.
Corey Graves: Mark Henry may have strength, but Grado's got the smarts. He's putting some distance between himself and the big man so he can lick his wounds and get back in this thing.
After a few moments, Grado climbs back up on the apron and starts to enter the ring. Henry lumbers right on over, so Grado steps halfway out onto the apron again and shouts at the ref to order some separation. The official does the task, telling Henry to step back a bit as Grado gets back in the ring. As soon as he has, Henry closes to tie him up and it looks like Grado's going to go for a collar-and-elbow, but the Scot feints and puts a thumb in the big man's eye instead! The fans boo at the lack of sportsmanship and the ref gives Grado what for, but as Henry stumbles toward the ropes opposite, Grado runs at his turned back and leaps up, grabbing his head with both hands and smashing it into the canvas with a bulldog! Henry rolls onto his back, cupping his nose with one hand, but Grado punts it away and then makes a full mount before slugging the big man in the face with closed fists for several long moments until the referee hits four on a count and the Scot is forced to give Henry some air. Grado does so as Mark rolls onto his side, his nose dripping blood onto the mat. After two or three seconds, Grado walks right back over, forces Henry onto his back and grabs both ankles, lifting the legs up before stomping repeatedly on Henry's midsection! The fans boo loudly — it looks as though Grado is stomping the groin, and in actual fact he may be directing the odd stomp there among the flurry. Six or seven stomps fall, and then Grado drops the ankles and goes for a cover.
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...NO! Henry kicks out!
...and with an exclamation point as he benches Grado's full weight and throws him several feet away, then rolls toward his own corner and makes a tag to Kyle O'Reilly, drawing a big pop from the crowd!
Tom Phillips: Here comes the Diabetic Dragon!
Corey Graves: That sonuvabitch stole Grado's hubby!
O'Reilly runs right at Grado and downs him with a charging elbow to the jaw. Grado ragdolls, flailing across the ring but popping up with the aid of some ropes. As Grado stumbles, in a daze, back toward the middle of the ring, he throws a wild toe kick at O'Reilly. Or at least, he thinks that it's at O'Reilly, but he's seeing double from the elbow. O'Reilly catches the leg, though, and hits a quick dragon screw before trapping Grado in an ankle lock! The fans go wild, popping loudly as Grado grabs two fistfuls of his own hair and screams in agony while his opponent torques the joint like a lunatic. A moment before the Scot taps, Boar enters the ring and hits O'Reilly with a running double ax handle, forcing a break! O'Reilly turns around and Boar connects with a throat thrust that sends him back into the ropes; on a rebound, Boar hits him with a running boot to the face! The fans are booing loudly now and the official censures Boar, but Boar just heads back to his corner, disregarding all the hate as he grabs his rope and starts stomping the canvas to get Grado to make a tag. The Scot is dazed and in pain, but inch by inch he starts dragging himself to his own corner. He's an inch away from the tag when O'Reilly grabs his foot and drags him back toward the middle of the ring, rolling him onto his back when he does. But Grado uses O'Reilly's grip against him, pulling his leg back and catching O'Reilly in a quick roll-up!
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...NO!
Tom Phillips: Quick roll-up attempt by Grado but O'Reilly escapes!
Mauro Ranallo: Grado tried to steal that win the way O'Reilly stole his boyfriend!
Corey Graves: Really, Ranallo? Really?
O'Reilly rolls back to his own two feet as Grado gets to a doubled-over position and runs right at him, hitting him with a running knee to the dome! Grado's rocked by the blow and falls right back onto his arse, but is somehow still seated though clearly out of it. O'Reilly lines him up and hits another running blow, this time a shin to the face! Grado falls with a thud onto his back as O'Reilly, fired up, turns to work the cheering crowd. Just then...
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, it's Despacita!
Corey Graves: Oh my God...
As the music goes off, O'Reilly turns toward the Titantron, watching for the arrival of Despy. But nobody comes! The fans quickly catch on to what's happening and start to boo as Grado tries to make a tag but can't shake off the cobwebs. Boar enters the ring anyway and O'Reilly catches wind of this just as Boar charges him. He has no time to react before he's hit by a Gore! O'Reilly's turned inside out by the hit, the fans are incensed, and the official threatens to disqualify the World Warriors as Boar rolls on out of the ring and heads back to his corner. Neither man in the ring is moving and the official, after taking a moment to figure out what the hell to do, starts a ten-count.
Tom Phillips: What? How are the World Warriors not DQ'd right now! That distracting music was obviously Tessa's doing!
Corey Graves: You have no way of proving the World Warriors were behind that distracting music!
Mauro Ranallo: You're not wrong, Corey, but the Warriors definitely seemed desperate enough to turn to Desperado.
The official hits a three on his count before either man is moving. Both start to crawl for their corner. But Grado makes it to his first, and he tags in Boar. Boar enters the ring quickly, but not quickly enough. Henry's already been tagged and so Boar just sprints right at him as he enters the ring. Henry's in, but not upright, as Boar closes the gap and lifts a knee. But Sexy Chocolate throws up his hands to deflect the knee, then grabs Boar in a belly-to-belly clutch and throws him into the corner with a suplex! Boar lands ugly on his head and folds like a cheap tent in a heap. Henry motions for Kyle, who is still exhausted and out of it, to start climbing as he pulls Boar up to his feet and puts him in the electric chair position!
Mauro Ranallo: The air's getting thinner for the Proletariat Boar!
Tom Phillips: It's time for MOUNT GATORADE!
O'Reilly gets to the top and takes a moment to brace his ribs before leaping off! He connects! Mount Gatorade on Boar! Henry makes the cover as the fans pop loudly in anticipation of their new Number One Contenders!
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, and the NEW Number One Contenders
to the UWF World Tag Championships:
THE STRONG DRAGONS!
Tom Phillips: Despite numerous underhanded tricks from the World Warriors, Sexy Chocolate and Vanilla Bar have punched a ticket to a title match at No Mercy.
Corey Graves: You have NO proof that they were behind that music!
Mauro Ranallo: They might not have been behind it, but they definitely tried to benefit from it, Corey!
Henry and O'Reilly celebrate as Boar and Grado, foiled once again, make their exit up the ramp. The fans are cheering for the duo who will challenge the Dynamic Duo as the show moves along.
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia standing outside near a campfire.
Vinny Marseglia: I’m not out here roasting marshmallows, this is symbolism. This fire is symbolic of the destructive flame of my vengeance coming to burn this company to cinders and rebuild my kingdom anew. The reason I tell you that instead of leaving it open to interpretation is there’s not a lot of demand to take Vinny Marseglia at his word right now, just ask the Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion.
Have you picked yourself up yet or are you still lying there in a broken heap? Have you dusted yourself off or is your body still dirty from the soot of the battlefield? What about the wounds you suffered, how are they holding up? Did you get all the splinters from the table out of your back? Has the swelling and whip marks I also put there gone away? Of course these are rhetorical questions, champ, don’t feel any pressure to answer because I know you aren’t in much of a mood to talk. Why would you be when you had to eat every last word of the last bit of speaking you did? You doubted me and underestimated me and you paid the price for it, but buckle up, because you aren’t done with your, “Horror King” just yet.
Aztec Warfare is coming and while I’m going to be stepping into that kind of match for the first time, no one can argue that it favors me. It favors me because history has shown I do well in stipulations new to me and it favors me because weapons are encouraged for this event, which means my knife gets to taste the flesh of competitor after competitor until the war’s end. At No Mercy, it will be another assassination of your jubilation. I will hold that UWF Championship again and dance in the blood of those that failed to stop me.
Vinny laughs as the fire rises and when it lowers to where it burned before, Vinny is gone.
The Rhiana song hits and out walks Tessa Blanchard as confident as ever. She struts her stuff but not before striking here trademark pose, continuing to the ring. She makes it through the ropes and flips her hair and rolls her eyes at Chimel.
Tony Chimel:”Representing the World Warriors, from North Carolina weighing in at 126 pound. She is The Diamond, Tessa Blanchard.”
She then lounges in a corner and waits for some competition.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Shibata and Tessa circle around each other, hands up as if in an MMA fight. Shibata goes for a roundhouse kick right out the gate but Tessa ducks under it, instead grabbing him at the waist from behind. He she pushes him into the ropes for a roll up but Shibata hangs onto the ropes, Tessa rolling backwards up to her feet. Shibata comes running over to take her out with a dropkick but she brushes his feet away. She goes for a senton but Shibata moves out of the way this time. They both scramble to their feet and appear to be at a stalemate.
Mauro Ranallo: Nice sequence there from two of our premier champions.
Corey Graves: No matter what though, they're just fighting to be in second place behind our esteemed Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion.
The two champions once again circle around each other but it's Tessa who makes the first move, throwing an inside kick to the leg of Shibata's. He tries to play it off like it was no big deal but Tessa saw that little wince. She knows he's still not one hundred percent after the attack and subsequent match with Noam Dar. She capitalizes on this, diving straight for his leg and wraps both arms around. She stands back up and The Wrestler is in trouble, trying to balance on one leg. He throws a few forearm shots to Tessa's face but she responds with a dragon screw that takes him down to the mat! She still has a hold of the leg as she gets back up, stepping over and turning him on his stomach with a boston crab,
You can see the pain all over Shibata's face as he reaches for the ropes. Tessa is leaning as far back as she can but size and strength of Shibata give him a bit of an edge here and he moves closer, fist over fist before making it over to the ropes, leaning over them. Tessa lets go and walks over to the ropes, slingshotting herself to the floor below and just slaps the taste out of Shibata's mouth. The fans are booing but she has the biggest smile on her face. The Intercontinental Champion crawls to the center of the ring to try to get back to his feet while Tessa slides in behind him. She's slowly creeping up behind him but next thing you know, Shibata spins around with a backfist that knocks her out! She goes down and he's quick to make the cover.
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2 . . .
Tessa kicks out! She lays over onto her stomach so Shibata stands over her and grapples her at the waist. From there he goes for a deadlift german but he's struggling a bit, his leg not providing a good enough base. This allows Tessa to retaliate with some back elbows to the side of the head to break his grasp around her. He walks away towards the ropes and that's where Tessa grabs him from behind, lifting his legs to slingshot him off the ropes to hit Diamonds are Forever! He's dumped with such a high angle that he practically lands right on top of his neck. Shibata grabs at the nape of his neck and kicks his feet out in pain while Tessa smiles at her handiwork. She bends down and grabs a fistful of Shibata's hair and brings him back up to his feet. From there she lifts him straight up in a military press, showing off her strength.
Corey Graves: Look at just how strong our Television Champion is. She truly is the diamond of the UWF.
Mauro Ranallo: Well Shibata needs to learn how to cut diamonds if he hopes to win this one.
Tessa shows off maybe a little too much, keeping Shibata up in the air and walking around the ring with him. She throws him up behind her and dusts her hands off but Shibata lands on his foot, keeping his balance to make sure he didn't land with too much pressure on the injured leg. Blanchard is busy patting herself on the back that she doesn't even seem to notice. She turns around and gets taken down with the Musha Gaeshi. From there, Shibata pulls Tessa's arm behind her and locks in an anaconda vice. It seems to be the perfect strategy to help weaken her up whilst taking off some pressure from the leg. Tessa may not have the size advantage to help power herself out of the position but she's sly and small and this works in her favor. She's able to kick her feet out and change her body position to flip over Shibata, turning him on his back in the process. Both of his shoulders aren't down at the same time though so it doesn't quite count as a pin. She instead kicks her feet high into the air and comes down with double knees right into the gut. This breaks the hold and she goes for the cover.
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Shibata kicks out! Tessa isn't bothered one bit though as she picks him up by hair, ignoring all warning from the ref and irish whips him into the corner. She runs at him but Shibata puts his leg out to stop her. Exactly what she counted on and it just so happens to be the bad leg. She catches it and places it over her shoulder before dropping to her knees, hyper extending it and causing Shibata to cry out in pain once more. Tessa is all smiles as she drops down and rolls out to the floor. From there she grabs Shibata's leg and pulls him towards the ring post. Next thing you know she's hanging from it upside down in a figure four around the steel post! Shibata's only saving grace is the 5 count as Tessa let's go and celebrates her punishment even more.
Corey Graves: I'm calling it now, Tessa Blanchard will be the first female UWF Champion in this company's history. It truly is an honor to know that the title I once held will now be the same one Tessa holds. Almost brings a tear to my eye.
Mauro Ranallo: She may very well accomplish that goal but lets stay focused on this match. If there's one man who can beat someone in an instant, it's Katsuyori Shibata.
She climbs back into the ring to see Shibata trying to get back to his feet with the help of the ropes in the corner. She runs towards him, this time taking off with a knee strike but Shibata moves out of the way just in time, Tessa's knee colliding with the turnbuckle. She hobbles backwards out of the corner where Shibata grabs her from behind and executes a german suplex! Tessa is folded in half and this gives The Wrestle ample time to rehab his knee. He doesn't have as much time as he'd like however since Tessa starts to rise fairly quickly. Biting down on his teeth, Shibata forces himself back up too and even manages to get Tessa up onto his shoulders. The Diamond starts to wiggle free though and without a good base, she's able to slip behind the Intercontinental Champion. She goes for a chop block but Shibata has it scouted. picking his foot up just in time as she dives out right under him. He capitalizes on this by just straight up stomping her head into the mat! She looks completely out of it as he turns her over and makes the cover.
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Tessa gets the shoulder up at 2! Shibata picks her up into a seated position right away and slowly gets to his feet. He backs away and looks to end it all with the PK but he can't put a good amount of pressure on the injured leg and thus can't get the lift off to have much of an impact for it. He realizes this and quickly changes his gameplan, instead picking up Blanchard and climbing all over her to go for the Octopus Stretch. The only problem is, he can't quite hook his leg behind hers. With her right arm essentially free, she just starts hammering away at the knee and Shibata quickly lets go of the hold to prevent any further damage. He's stumbles towards the ropes but Tessa comes over with a superkick to the gut. She then drags him away from the ropes, putting him in a hammerlock before laying him out with the Diamond DDT! She goes for the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tessa Blanchard!
Tom Phillips: Shibata wanted this match but he clearly wasn't at 100%.
Corey Graves: That's his own damn fault. Have fun inside Aztec Warfare with that bum knee Shibata!
Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of Aztec Warfare, could we see Tessa Blanchard emerge from that as a double champion?
Corey Graves: She'll definitely be a world champion but idk if she can dethrone Ultramantis Black. Battle of the undefeated's though so her chance may be better than anyone elses.
Shibata comes to and lowers his head, maybe second guessing why he asked for a match. Tessa on the other hand is fully gloating, walking up the ramp with her arms raised in victory. Shibata uses the ropes to help him get to his feet and gets handed his Intercontinental Championship. He tries walking around and despite the pain, he seems to be ok until suddenly the lights go out.
Tom Phillips: Oh no, what's happeneing now.
The crowd is rumbling with anticipation. The lights come back on and standing in the ring with him is none other than Vinny Marseglia.
Mauro Ranallo: What's the Horror King doing out here!
Corey Graves: Looks like he's taking out all potential threats in Aztec Warfare!
Vinny flashes that devilish grin at Shibata and looks down at his leg. Shibata is not one to back down as he holds his title firmly. not afraid to use it against Marseglia. Vinny runs right at him and ducks the title shot, grabbing Shibata from behind and hitting him with the Farewell to the Flesh! Shibata is laid out and so Vinny walks over and grabs his leg. The crowd is feeling uneasy. not sure what Vinny has in store. He looks around and simply laughs before dropping the leg and backing off.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Vinny found a concious.
Mauro Ranallo: I think this was more about sending a message that no one is safe from his wrath.
Corey Graves: If you ask me, he should have taken him out right there. Bet he comes to regret that later.
Vinny stands over Shibata and stares directly at the camera as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Hornswoggle vs Havoc - George
Morrison vs Winter Solider Ant - Dresden
World Warriors vs Strong Dragons - Crann
Dynamci Duo vs Undisputed Era - Fauche
Tessa vs Shibata - Danny
