Post by Danny on Jan 16, 2020 19:14:53 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!
Tom Phillips: In singles action, Adam Cole takes on Johnny Morrison.
Mauro Ranallo: And in tag team action, it’s The Undisputed Era versus The Strong Dragons.
Corey Graves: Also in tag action, it’s the World Warriors going up against the Dynamic Duo.
Tom Phillips: Vinny Marseglia will face Roman Reigns.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, it’s Ultramantis Black taking on Jimmy Havoc but first let's head down to the ring for our opening contest!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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 enter the ring as the introductions continue.
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.
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 and await the prey.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, while the World Warriors are deciding who is going to start the match for their team, they are rushed by the Dynamic Duo who knock them to the mat and start stomping on them. The referee intervenes as both Sami and Becky back off and Boar and Grado are able to get up as Sami steps through the ropes and stands on the apron of his team’s corner. Grado steps through the ropes and stands on the apron of his team’s corner as well and it’s Boar versus Becky to kick this thing off.
Boar puts his arms up signaling that he wants to lock up in a test of strength but Becky kicks him in the abdomen and pulls him in, hooking his head and lifting him before dropping him down with a Vertical Suplex. Boar is up not long after impact as he turns to face Becky who goes for another kick but he catches her foot and flips her onto her back. She gets up not long after this and Boar shoves her in the chest as she responds by throwing a punch but stops just before contact is made and instead connects with a thumb to the eye.
As Boar holds his eye, Lynch brings him down to the mat with a Beck-sploder Suplex and heads over to her corner, tagging in Sami Zayn.
Tom Phillips: Mark, Kyle. What do you think of the Dynamic Duo utilizing a tag out so early?
Mark Henry: That doesn't mean shit dawg, they’re just doing it because they’re scared of getting isolated by the World Warriors.
Kyle O’Reilly: A coward dies a thousand times, Tom Phillips. And you'd better believe that its some cowardly, cold cold blood running through these gingers' veins. That's why they're so pale.
In the ring, Zayn is stomping on the stomach of Boar before grabbing him by the top of the head and leading him back to a vertical base. Once to a vertical base, Boar connects with a headbutt before pulling Sami in and applying a side headlock. Zayn punches him in the kidney not long after the hold is applied and stands up, dumping Boar nastily on his head as he rolls him up appearing to go for a cover but instead lifts him into Powerbomb position and connects with a Buckle Bomb!
As Boar slinks to the mat writhing in pain, Sami holds his own back and feigns agony before pointing at his opponent and laughing. Boar arrives at Sami’s feet and grabs the pants legs, trying to pull himself up but as he does, Sami takes a wide step backward and Boar is again sprawled out on the mat. He starts crawling desperately towards his corner as Sami heads to his corner and tags Becky back into the match.
Mauro Ranallo: Well they certainly aren’t the ones that need it but there’s another tag made.
Mark Henry: What did I say? Absolute cowards.
Kyle O’Reilly: I head Sami has to take two showers after every match just to wash the koodies off, Mauro Ranallo.
As Becky re-enters the match, she stomps on the elbow of the arm that Boar has outstretched to Grado and pulls him to the center of the ring by it, lifting the arm and slamming it against the mat before stomping on it once again. Boar gets up holding his arm as Becky leaps up and connects with a Basement Dropkick that sends him into the ropes. Becky charges but Boar leans down and, with his good arm, lifts up and sends her overhead over the top rope. Unbeknownst to Boar, Becky lands on the apron as she delivers a punch to the bicep of the bad arm and then dives over the ropes, connecting with a form of an Arm Drag.
Boar is back to his feet, heavily favoring the arm, as Becky feigns injury to hers and mocks him before going on the offensive and connecting with a punch to the face. Boar fires back and lands a punch of his own, then another, then another that causes Becky to step back as he steps back, tossing caution to the wind as he charges and connects with the Gore!
Corey Graves: Call it what you want, I call it desperation at its finest!
Mark Henry: Desperation Corey? I call it getting the danged job done! Not that I’d have to go to those lengths...
Kyle O’Reilly: Yeah! Me and Mark would be sending these fools on vacation to Mount Gatorade before we ever had to get desperate, Corey Graves.
Boar starts crawling towards his corner now as Grado outstretches his arm, ready to tag in. Becky meanwhile sits up and is holding her stomach with her hands as she starts toward a vertical base, visibly dizzy as her legs wobble with the journey upward. She then falls into the referee who tries to catch her but ultimately gets knocked over. As the referee and Becky hit the mat, Sami leaps over the ropes into the ring and takes off running towards the corner of the World Warriors and hits Grado with a Helluva Kick that knocks him off the apron.
Sami now grabs Boar and connects with a Blue Thunder Bomb as the boos are so loud it’s deafening. Zayn exits the ring as Becky comes to and applies the Disarm Her to Boar.
Tom Phillips: This is sickeningly heinous!
Mark Henry: C’mon man get out of that! Becky you bi-
Kyle O’Reilly: BITCH!
Boar has no choice but to tap as the ring bell sounds.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners as a result of a submission, the Dynamic Duo!
The champs are brought their titles as they celebrate their victory. Soon after though, as the Strong Dragons are leaving commentary, the Dynamic Duo leap through the ropes with Suicide Dives and hit the number one contenders with their belts. The fight continues as Mark Henry is battling both of them off as they make a hasty retreat.
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia sitting in a dark area.
Vinny Marseglia: I’m watching you. I have my eyes on every single one of you tonight. Jimmy Havoc and Ultramantis, Johnny Morrison, and even those I haven’t met yet like the Undisputed Era and those not competing tonight like poor, banged up Shibata. And the reason I’m watching everyone is because at any moment, I may decide to strike again and knock someone else over like a piece on the chess board. We’re all at war and I’m absolutely loving it. Very soon none of the rest of you will be though, because they say war is hell but war with Vinny Marseglia, that’s a fate that’s even worse to arrive at.
Vinny laughs menacingly as things fade to black.
The feed takes us backstage where Johnny Morrison is seen getting ready to head for gorrilla and to his match-up against Adam Cole.
As Morrison walks, a ringing can be heard. He reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieves a cell phone. He takes the call, the camera following him as he speaks.
JOHNNY MORRISON
This is Johnny.
A voice can be heard speaking on the other end, and it's not entirely unfamiliar to the UWF audience, though impossible to truly distinguish. Still, whatever's being said is putting a smile on the Cosmic Crusader's face. He listens, and presumably when the man on the other end of the call stops talking, he replies.
Yeah, man! Look, I know you've got a new best friend and I know life went on here without me. I also know that your last run in the company may have left a bitter taste in your mouth, especially with how it ended. But I thought... look, I get it if you don't give a crap about them or anything. But I thought it'd be totally sick if you came back and we made like the good ol' days, one last time, one night only, for the fans.
The other end of the line begins to buzz with the chatter of whoever Johnny's talking to. Morrison grins widely, nods silently, and continues to listen. Finally, he has a chance to speak again.
Awesome. All right, after I finish kicking Cole's ass I'll go and give Ethan the heads up, we'll get you clearance and we'll give the people something to talk about. Next week, yeah. Get your ass on a plane. I can't wait.
Morrison smiles as he hangs up the phone, then pockets it once more. He stands, looking off into the distance with an expression of pure contentment, then exhales deeply and continues on his way to the ring, the feed moving along.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from Pensacola, Florida and weighing 280 pounds, the Big Dog... Roman REIGNS!
Roman steps out of his corner and holds one fist high to a loud pop.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
The fans aren’t sure what to think as a new theme begins to play.
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.
DING DING DING
The starting bell rings and Roman lurches directly at Vinny, but Marseglia drops and rolls out of the ring. The Big Dog comes to a stop at the ropes near Marseglia, looming over him and shouting out at him to get back into the squared circle. Marseglia laughs and circles round to the other side, then slides in under the ropes. Roman closes quickly; before Vinny can regain his full vertical base, the Big Dog is pummeling him with big clubbing blows. But the Horror King grabs Reigns around the waist and drives him the full length of the ring into a corner, connecting with a shoulder thrust against the turnbuckles to complete the motion. Roman clasps his hands together and drops a double ax handle on Vinny's back, but the former UWF Champion hits him with another shoulder thrust in response. Roman then lifts a knee, driving it hard into Vinny's sternum. This actually momentarily winds Marseglia, giving Roman the chance to muscle out of the corner and pivot to trade places with the Horror King before connecting with four quick, big rights to the face. Reigns then turns and walks toward the middle of the ring, roaring for the crowd. Before he can turn back toward Vinny, however, the Horror King charges and leaps onto his back, locking in a rear naked chokehold!
Tom Phillips: Rear naked choke! Vinny Marseglia trapping Roman Reigns in a game-ending submission maneuver early.
Corey Graves: That's right, Phillips, and every second Reigns spends in that chokehold is another second he's unable to breathe, being worn down by the Horror King. This is devious and I like it.
Roman grabs Vinny's arm and tries to pry it loose enough to slip free, but there's no escape as Marseglia tightens his hold. The Big Dog staggers toward the ropes, teetering precariously, but Vinny holds on fearlessly, determined to make the bigger man black out. In a desperate effort, Reigns reaches back and grabs Marseglia by the dreadlocks, the official rebuking him as he pulls hard on them and the Horror King releases his chokehold, slipping to his feet on the canvas. Roman then tries to spin with a quick back elbow to the face, but Vinny ducks under, hooking the arm and lifting Roman up and over in a quick Saito suplex! Reigns impacts the canvas in an awkward way and rolls toward the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, but Vinny presses his advantage, following after and strategically targeting his limbs with the occasional stomp. Roman rolls under the rope onto the apron and the official orders Vinny to back off. Marseglia snarls as he steps away from the ropes, annoyed that he doesn't get to press the attack. Roman, meanwhile, uses the ropes to get to his feet and as Vinny starts walking toward him, the Big Dog actually leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off of it into a surprise Superman Punch! The Big Dog's fans erupt in a HUGE pop!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Superman Punch! This could be lights out for the Horror King!
Roman makes the cover!
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...NO!
Before the two-count, Vinny kicks out! All of the air is taken right out of the Empire's sails, and now it's Vinny's fans who are cheering. Roman pulls Marseglia to his feet and then unloads with a stiff right, rocking the Horror King where he stands. But then Vinny replies with a hard punch of his own! Roman is staggered, but he throws one back a split-second later, and soon the pair are trading blows in the middle of the ring! The fans are loving it, cheering wildly, until Roman catches a break with a throat thrust that drives Vinny back into the ropes, then grabs his wrist and Irish whips him across the ring! Roman doubles over for a back body drop, but Vinny punts Roman on the jaw, then as Reigns jolts upright, the Horror King leaps onto his shoulder and spikes him with the Jump Scare DDT! Another pop from Marseglia's fans as he springs back to his feet, running for the ropes. Vinny rebounds off of them and comes bounding back before leaping up for an elbow drop, but Roman rolls out of the way! Reigns is quick to his feet — surprisingly so — and when he gets there, he rushes Vinny, putting him up on the shoulders and dropping him with a BIG Samoan drop! The fans are hot, the crowd cheering wildly, as both men roll onto their sides and try to recover from the intense exchange they've just taken part in.
Corey Graves: Roman Reigns just slammed Vinny Marseglia but you can tell that naked choke from earlier did its job. He's struggling to get air here.
Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Corey, and the Horror King has been very smart to keep pressing his attack. He's had Roman on the back foot a few times here.
Tom Phillips: Unfortunately for Vinny, Roman keeps finding ways to stay in this thing with a power move or two and this one could go either way.
The official starts a count, but by the four, Vinny has pushed to one knee. Roman is using the ropes to find his own vertical base as he tries to catch a breath. Vinny, however, has no plan to let him do so; he charges right at Roman, only to be countered by the Big Dog as he runs into a shoulder block! Vinny finds his feet quickly, but Roman's right there to connect with a quick scoop powerslam! Roman then heads to his corner and howls for the fans, his fans responding with their own howls, before cocking up his fist for another Superman Punch! Vinny recovers his vertical base in a daze and turns toward Roman, who takes off at him and leaps up for the punch... only to be met by a quick dropkick! The fans can't believe it. Roman's stunned on the canvas. Vinny gets to his feet laughing like a madman, then grabs Roman, pulling him to his feet in a Dragon sleeper clutch, and hitting Farewell to the Flesh! The Horror King's fans erupt as Vinny hooks the leg.
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!
Mauro Ranallo: Roman Reigns' powerhouse offense wasn't enough to topple the Horror King, and the resourceful former UWF Champion capitalized on a devastating counter dropkick to finish off the Big Dog.
Corey Graves: Well, Mauro, I guess we now know whose yard that ring is tonight.
Vinny celebrates his victory as Roman rolls out of the ring to head to the back and lick his wounds. The Horror King laughs loudly for the cameras as he climbs up on a turnbuckle and holds his axe high, his fans cheering raucously while the feed moves along.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Fans are treated to another exclusive glimpse into the inner sanctum of the Strong Dragon Dojo - where the only thing that flows heavier than sweat is the Gatorade from that Holy Mountain.
Mark Henry and Kyle O’Reilly are pumping some serious iron when a rare sound echoes through the room. A knock on the door!
KNOCK KNOCK
KO’R: Who the heck is even that?
Without announcing herself or waiting for an invitation, Renee Young walks on into the room, mic in hand, her own cameraman in tow.
KO’R: What? No. No way. Didn’t you see the sign? We’re still operating on a strict NO GIRLS ALLOWED policy, Renee.
Kyle turns to Mark.
KO’R: I thought we changed the locks? We changed the locks, right?
Mark puts down some HEFTY weights and nods. They changed the locks.
KO’R: Yeah. See. We changed the locks. That door was definitely -
Young: I picked the lock. You two were scheduled for an interview segment and you missed your appointment so I had to come find you.
KO’R: Oh. Wow. Sorry we missed out on your daytime television special, Renee, but we’re busy busting our buts in the Dojo here cause in case you hadn’t heard, we’ve got a match tonight. A big one.
Renee helps herself to a Gatorade, takes a swig, and carries on casually.
Young: I did hear. I’m in the loop. All the loops. Your loop. Their loop. Every loop. That’s how I know that you two are the next contenders for the UWF World Tag Team Championships, and on top of that, you’re both in Aztec Warfare. That’s big news, fellas. You could be holding most of the company’s gold heading down the road to Wrestlemania if things go your way at No Mercy. You’re big news now. That’s why I’m here. So…. on the record… how’s the pressure feel?
KO’R: Pffft. Pressure? Pressure? The pressure’s on them, Renee. All of them. The Undisputed Era. Bami. Ultramantis Black and his weirdo box friend and everyone else who keeps trying to get in our way.
We’re coming fast. Full send. We said we’d earn our title shot and we just did. Sami and Becky know we can beat them. We already did once. We’re gonna do it again, and this time, we’re walking away with the friggin belts.
After that, we’re gonna be the only two guys on the roster in the Aztec Warfare who have it in their best interest to work together till the very end. We’re the only tag team in that match! There’s two of us and one of everyone else and we’re gonna be the first guys to freebird the world title.
Everyone keeps talking about all these other teams and factions like they’re the ones about to take over. But its us. I’ve seen how its done cause I was there last time it happened right, and this time I’m gonna make sure it gets done better cause I know where it went wrong. Strong Dragons are coming for all the golds.
Young: Wow. That’s ambitious. But first off, you’ve got to face off against Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong tonight. Mark, any thoughts on that match?
Mark Henry: I’m not gonna be happy if we don’t whoop they ungrateful asses. They done pissed me off with they disrespect to the best on the scene, when they don’t even see they damn place. Pisses me right off Renee.
Young: Alright, well good luck with that tonight guys. And next time try and keep your appoint -
Kyle cuts her off.
KO’R: Hey. I got one more thing to say.
Renee checks her watch for the time, sighs, and gives him a reluctant nod of approval. Kyle marches straight up to the came to send this message.
KO’R: Hey Shibata, ya better back your Japanese butt way up to the end of the line cause I got first dibs on Vinny come Aztec Warfare and once I’m through with him, there isn’t gonna be a whole lot left anyway. He’s mine. All mine. So just… like… don’t even bother. Getting in my way. Seriously.
And Vinny, I’m gonna make your dreams come true - I’m gonna rip your face off and wear it like a mask on Halloween. Just kidding. That’s gross. I’m not gonna wear it. But I’m still gonna rip it off. All the way off. Jerk.
Mark Henry: I’ll help too, bud.
O’Reilly walks away from the camera and gets back to the weights with Mark Henry. A concerned looking Renee Young decides its probably time to go and gets out of there. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene opens upon an empty children’s park. Within the corner of the park, we see a young child being bullied by some much older children, possibly even adults.
Bully #1: Haha! Look at your dorky hat, you fucking dweeb.
The younger child begins to cry and keels into the foetal position. The bullies continue to goad and harass the much smaller defenceless child.
Bully #2: Man, you have got to be the biggest loser that I have ever seen. No wonder you’ve got no friends to defend you.
Bully #3: Hey guys, what do you say we take him to the sand pit?!
The kid begins to shriek at this point as all three bullies grab and drag him towards the sand pit. Only god knows what they’re going to do with him there.
Child: NO! PLEASE STOP! Pick on someone your own size!
The bullies continue to drag him whilst ignoring his pleas to stop. They laugh at him as he continues to scream. They reach the sandpit. The bullies begin to kick the younger child as he cries. All of a sudden, a voice is heard from out of frame.
?: Hey! What the hell are you doing? That’s not very cool of you, dudes.
The bullies turn around to see a rather tall skinny figure with a hoodie and a cap on. Behind him is a much more stocky shorter gentleman who begins to also speak. We cannot see the men due to their hoodies covering their faces.
?: You guys better stop there before we stick your asses in the sand pit huh?
The bullies let go of the child who runs away as fast he can, thanking the two men who nod him. One of the bullies pulls out a knife. The two hooded figures look at one another before nodding.
?: I guess it’s go time... bro.
The taller figure runs full speed ahead at the bully with the knife and hits him with a bicycle knee which knocks him straight down to the floor, out cold. The knife drops to the bully stood in the middle of the trio who quickly picks it up and points it at the stockier figure. The two bullies run towards each of the corresponding figures at the same tome before subsequently being grappled to the floor. The taller figures hoodie slips down in the tussle and all we can see is a baseball cap with blonde locks coming down. He gets the knife wielder into a vicious rear naked choke and chokes him out.
Whilst the stockier gentleman completely runs upon the other bully and throws him towards his counterpart who then lifts him up into a fireman’s carry position before thrusting his knee into the face of the bully. The stocky gentleman waits with anticipation as the bully is thrown his way after the GTS, he hits a tour of the islands on him which completely winds and leaves the bully in pain on the floor. With all three of the bullies unconscious. The two men pull down their hoods, revealing themselves to the cameras.
Matt Riddle: Now, that’s what I call picking on someone your own size.. BRO!
Jeff Cobb:Ladies and gentleman, we just took out the trash. And the reason we’re appearing on your screens right now is because UWF is CHOSEN.
Matt Riddle: Bros and girls, it’s time for all the bullies in the UWF to be dealt the same hand. I’ve got the help of my big Hawaiian Bro here Jeff and we’re gonna roll up on all of the bros in the UWF.
Jeff Cobb: Chosen Bros. UWF. Coming soon, keep your television sets on, brothers. You’re not gonna want to miss this!
Matt Riddle:... brothers? No.. no.. we spoke about this, Jeff. It’s not brothers, it’s ... BROS, bro!
Jeff shrugs at Matt who grins at him, the two stare into the camera and give a cheeky wave. Just before the cameras begin to fade out, we see a graphic come up on screen.
Matt Riddle and Jeff Cobb; The Chosen Bros. have arrived! The graphic transitions into the next segment of the show.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong make their way out from the back and head into the ring. They pose for a bit before warming up for their match.
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.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 560 pounds of pure muscle mass... 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..
VS
DING DING DING
Kyle wants to start things off for his team and his one time partner Bobby Fish decides that he'll be the one to knock him down a peg. Kyle more than welcomes it, getting excited as the two circle around the ring and tie up. Kyle gets the advantage right away, pulling Fish's head in for a side headlock. He starts wrenching hard, getting a littler overzealous but Bobby backs into the ropes to shoot Kyle off, O'Reilly hits the ropes and comes running into a shoulder tackle from Bobby. Bobby looks over to Henry and flexes his muscle, trying to show off to the World's Strongest Man. He goes to run to the ropes but Kyle grabs onto his legs and trips him up. Kyle then rolls all over him up to his head and places him in another headlock, this time having his arm across his face and damn near trying to pull his head clean off his shoulders. Roddy doesn't even let this go on for long as he comes in and stomps on the back of Kyle's head to break the hold.
Kyle is like WTF but he gets back to his feet and brings Bobby up along with him. He goes for a jumping knee but Fish has it scouted, catching the knee and slamming Kyle back down with a spinebuster. He then takes Kyle's leg and drags him over to his corner to tag in Strong. Roddy comes in and grabs the other leg of Kyle's. They count to three and pull on O'Reilly's legs in opposite directions. Definitely not cool for the future of lineage. Strong picks up Kyle right away and hits a quick backbreaker. Simple, effective, back breaking. Kyle arches his back in pain but Strong just stomps down on his midsection, taking the air out of him. Rude. Strong picks him back up once more, this time hooking both his arms in a double underhook before flipping him up and over in a butterfly backbreaker! He goes for the pin.
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Kyle kicks out! Strong grabs him by the ear and pulls him back up, talking all kinds of trash that is best left to the imagination. He brings him back over to his corner and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle before tagging Fish back into the match. Together they bring Kyle to the center of the ropes and shoot him off. He comes running back into a knee by Strong that flips him over into a seated position where Bobby follows up with a punt kick right to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. Fish gets on top of him right away for another pin.
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2 . . .
Kyle kicks out again! Fish is yelling for Kyle to fight back as O'Reilly is doing his best to get back up on his own. He looks over to Henry and tells him to get his fat and lazy ass into the ring. Henry looks angry but stays on the apron. The Strong Dragons ain't no rule breakers! Fish is busy yapping though and Kyle headbutts him in the gut. He falls to a knee, now on Kyle's level as the Diabetic Dragons levels him with an elbow to the face! Fish tries to shake off the cobwebs and gives Kyle an elbow of his own. Kyle ain't having none of that though, retaliating with a headbutt that knocks Bobby onto his ass. Kyle stands up, the fans firmly behind him as he starts laying into Bobby with some kicks to the chest. He then scoops up Fish into his arms, powering him up before hitting the World Second Strongest Slam! Fish looks out of it as Kyle stays on him for the cover!
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Fish kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: No matter how much punishment Kyle O'Reilly takes, he's always able to come back in a matter of seconds.
Corey Graves: If you ask me, I think he should be drug tested. Do we actually know what's in those needles?
Kyle walks over and tags in Henry. The World's Strongest Man is ready to dish out some punishment to the loud mouthed member of the Undisputed Era, not that they're not all loud mouthed. He brings Bobby up but Bobby tries to fight back, throwing some kicks to the legs of Henry and some forearm shots for good measure. He then backs up into the ropes, hitting them to build some momentum except he gets completely run over with a body block. Bobby looks like he's been hit by a truck but honestly that might have been more preferable. He picks up Bobby and has him in position for the World's Strongest Slam but Roddy is having none of it. He climbs up to the top ropes and jumps off with a cross body only for Henry to catch him in mid air! If that wasn't enough, Mark starts to do bicep curls with both members of the Undisputed Era!
Corey Graves: Now he's just showing off!
Tom Phillips: And the people love it!
Corey Graves: People are idiots. They cheered for the New Day. I'm glad the Undisputed Era got rid of them.
Mark is having a little too much fun and Roddy is able to slip free from his grasp. He ends up delivering a picture perfect dropkick that staggers the big man, freeing up Fish as well. Together they send Henry off the ropes, the big man coming back and taking both men out with a double clothesline! Roddy rolls out of the ring while Henry picks Fish back up. He picks him up high over his head into a military press, walking over to the side of the ring. Roddy has no idea what's waiting for him and when he turns around to see what's going on, Fish gets dumped right on him!
The fans are on their feet, cheering on the Strong Dragons and O'Reilly ends up coming into the ring. He tells Henry to pick him up as well and Henry obliges, lifting Kyle up into a military press. The Undisputed Era is getting back to their feet on the outside and the last thing they expect is for Kyle O'Reilly to come flying over the ropes, taking them both out once more! Kyle pumps his fists into the air and grabs Bobby, tossing him back into the ring. He starts kicking Roddy on the outside, leaving Bobby all to his partner. Mark is stalking his prey from behind as Bobby gets to his feet. When he turns around, Mark bends down to scoops him up but Bobby catches him off guard with a jumping knee to the face. Henry is stunned for a bit and Fish gets him in position for a suplex. It's not working, clearly but on the outside Strong has rammed Kyle back first into the steels steps. He tries to come into the ring to help Bobby but the ref won't allow it. Instead Henry lifts Fish up into the air but Bobby b rings a knee down on the top of his head. He falls behind him and ends up hitting a low blow! Fish then flips him over onto his back with a schoolboy while Roddy hops off the apron, the ref turning around to see the pin attempt and making the count.
Tom Phillips: No not like this!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Undisputed Era!
Tom Phillips: After all that talk about Sami and Becky cheating, then they go and do this?
Corey Graves: Hey they said it themselves, they tried to do it the pure way last week but we see where that got them. I for one welcome this change.
Tom Phillips: Oh I'm sure you do.
The Undisputed Era leave the ring full of smiles while Kyle comes into the ring with an ice bag, placing it on Henry's nuts like a true friend. Revolution rolls on.
The scene shifts to a dojo, dark and barren, empty of anyone but one man... Katsuyori Shibata. He sits in a corner of the dojo, medically tending to his leg, which is in dire condition at this point. Suddenly, a loud voice booms through the dojo as the doors burst open.
Ikemen: FINAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYY, IKEMEN HAS COME BACK TO THE DOJO!
Ikemen's expression suddenly changes from excited to confused as he realizes the dojo is almost completely empty and that Shibata is the only one within earshot of him.
Ikemen: Uh... Shibata? Remember?! It's time! Time for my big test! Where I show you how great I am by doing good wrestling and everyone gets to buy my jackets?
Shibata looks up at Ikemen not with the expected disdain and annoyance but instead with a certain guilt, and sadness.
Shibata: I'm sorry Ikemen, I had to cancel this week.
Ikemen: What? But you're Shibata! I saw what murder man did to you last week but... but you can get past anything!
Shibata: I...I thought so too. I'm still not letting none of those doctors touch me but, I can hardly walk Kuroshio. If I continued training this week I'd be giving my trainees less than 100%, and that isn't fair to them.
Ikemen: Oh... well... maybe I can wrestle one of the training dummies! Y'know I saw this really really handsome guy do that once! I think his name was like Cutie Ibus-
Shibata: No. You don't need to wrestle any dummies Kuroshio. I'm not really too sure what to do, I can't get Marseglia out of my mind. I can't focus on anything else, I even forgot about you this week Kuroshio, and I truly do apologize. I made you a promise and I couldn't keep it, I should be ashamed of myself right now, but I can't feel anything else but hatred towards that man.
Ikemen: Well, it's alright! You always do what's right, you don't need to say sorry. I guess... I guess I should leave now. You need to heal up right?
Shibata: You still came all this way, and I couldn't give you what I promised. The least I can do is get you something to eat. I know a place down the street.
Ikemen: Wait! Dinner?! With you?! The famous Katsuyori Shibata? The wrestler?! The UWF Intercontinental Championship?! The Mad Dog?! The man who wrestled with a subdural hema-
Shibata: Please stop before I change my mind.
Shibata staggers to his feet as Ikemen appears to still be losing his mind inside. He skips with joy to the door while Shibata calmly walks to fetch his keys and the scene fades out
The feed cuts to the backstage interview area where the World Tag Team Champions the Dynamic Duo are standing by.
Sami Zayn: Oh hi there, your World Tag Team Champions the Dynamic Duo here. We're happy to announce that we will be entering Aztec Warfare. Which one of us will it be? Who cares, we'd both win it anyway! Maybe we'll both be in it, mind your business.
Becky Lynch: But as far as our opponents for our titles, we're not really all too concerned with them. They've done nothing of note really besides get lucky against us. When you think about it though, did they really get lucky?
Sami Zayn: I mean if you ask me, we were busy really trying to sell that whole are we on the same page type of deal. What was one loss against some loser team. I'm honestly shocked they're still around. Thought they'd be hanging out with the lesser Sami and his boy toy by now.
Becky Lynch: Quite frankly I'm shock that any team is still here. Drake Maverick must be payin' them some good money to just get whooped by us all the time. There's no way the World Warriors are gettin' paid more than the hospital bills I keep givin' em.
Sami Zayn: I get it though, they need us on tv as often as they can because we're dynamic. We equal ratings. The Strong Dragons have technically beaten us once before so on paper it's a good match even though the outcome is fairly obvious. Then we'll destroy whoever is next whether that's the Undisputed Era again or these new idiots who hang out at playgrounds like a coupla pedos. At No Mercy, the Dynamic Duo is walking out of that erna with not one, not two, but three titles wrapped around our waists.
Sami and Becky smile and wave goodbye to the camera as it fades out.
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: And it looks like we're getting Morrison dialed up to eleven tonight! He and Adam Cole minced no words in the lead-up to tonight's tilt and while Johnny Revolution may come across as cool as a cucumber and composed as Beethoven's ninth, I can assure you that there's something volcanic boiling just beneath the surface and we're about to see an eruption!
Phillips: What's interesting is that Morrison was happy to keep things respectful at first but its like Adam Cole was doing everything he could to get under his skin.
Graves: Yeah, to throw him off his game.
Ranallo: When in fact he may have done just the opposite. If Morrison had grown complacent on the recent winning streak, there's no doubt he's bringing his A-game now to knoc this newcomer down a peg.
Morrison looks up the ramp when another song hits the PA.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole struting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He gives zero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking, before he begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.
Chimel: Introducing his opponent... making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!
He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner.
Graves: The UWF has been like a puzzle missing a piece since the end of the nWo and we finally have someone to fill the gap. Adam Cole and his Undisputed Era are undoubtedly the future of this organization and the statement he's about to make is going to be at the expense of a top contender. I can't think of a better reintroduction for the Panama City Playboy than this.
Phillips: Do you think there's a chance these two will slow down the pace at all? With Aztec Warfare just weeks away, I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to leave something left in the tank headed into such a monumental and challenging event.
Ranallo: That's an interesting point, Tom.
Grave: No. Whatever else you want to say about these two, they're both alphas. And show-offs. They're not going to waste a chance to flex their style, especially against game competition. I'm expecting all-out war and it's not going to go the way the UWF Universe hopes that it will, trust me.
With both men now in the ring, Tony Chimel bails and the Official calls for the bell.
DING DING
Despite all the ill will and bad blood built up leading into the contest, neither man is in a rush to engage. There's some mutual respect, and with that, hesitation. A feeling out process. Cole keeps his head low and his eyes fixed on Morrison while he circles around the ring, looking for an opening. Johnny follows, on arm reaching out as an invitation to lock up. Adam cautiously reaches a hand out to accept, but doesn't like the angle, so retracts and orbits the squared circle again, hoping to find a more preferable opening. Or maybe he's just playing games.
Morrison beckons him to make a move with some comment that ends up lost under the sound of the live crowd. The leader of the Undisputed Era just smiles at him before darting circling around again. Finally, he steps close and locks hands with Johnny. The Cosmic Crusader moves to do the same with his other but Adam declines, breaks free, steps away and throws up an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY" for good measure. Rather than a resounding chorus chanting along side him, the fans smother him with some seriously agitated boo's. He smiles at that, too.
Graves: Adam Cole has Johnny Morrison and this crowd eating out of the palm of his hand. This is his pace, his plan, and his match to win.
Ranallo: Seems to me like he'd rather play around than actually wrestle.
While he isn't about to be baited into a trap, Morrison also isn't paid by the hour and wants to get things moving. He abandons the grappling and fires away with a Superkick towards Cole's face that comes outta nowhere. It's zero to sixty with that foot reaching head level. Adam ducks and run a few step to get out of harms way, costing him some of that aura of composure with the retreat. He wheels around, fully expecting Morrison to come head-hunting again. Johnny, however, is standing in the same place, wagging a finger condescendingly.
Phillips: Looks like Cole isn't the only one who likes to play game.
Graves: If Morrison doesn't get his head in the game, he's done for! He's too cocky for his own good.
The shenanigans irk the newcomer and with that, he closes the distance. Morrison meets him in the center of the ring and the two contenders connect with a classic collar-and-elbow. Adam is all fired up now, and that frustration initially gives him the upper hand. He pushes Johnny back a few steps before the former champ uses that momentum against him, spins around and then implements his slight size advantage to power Cole into the corner.
At that point, the Referee intervenes, demanding a clean break from the boys. Morrison puts his hands up, happy to oblige. Cole does the same, though it's obvious neither man trusts each other. But it looks like the Official is going to get his clean break after all. Then the Panama City Playboy decks Morrison clean across the jaw with a right jab!
Morrison stumbles backwards. The third man gives Cole what for but the mastermind behind the Undisputed Era just brushes past him before feeding a few more illegal closed fist shots down into his opponent' head. It's raining punches. The Cosmic Crusader tries to shrug him off but Adam doubles down, landing a stiff combination before taking Johnny by the arm and whipping hard into the far ropes. When the Guru of Greatness comes rushing back, Cole attempts to catch him with a back body drop. Parkour expert that he is, Morrison flip himself over mid-air, lands on his feet behind Cole, cartwheels to the side of him and clips him in the dome with a swift boot.
Adam is rattled and off balance and finds himself taking another kick to the stomach after Morrison gracefully completes that cartwheel to wind up in front of him. With Cole doubled over, Morrison hooks his head and hoists him up for a suplex. Suspended vertically, Cole wisely shifts his weight and shoots a knee down to hit Johnny in the top of the head to cut off the execution of the maneuver. Morrison might have just dropped him if Adam didn't spin himself around to catch his foe with something not unlike a Stunner on the way down.
Ranallo: Oh! Nice counter from Adam Cole!
Graves: He has Morrison figured out already! He's a genius in there.
Morrison's head snaps back and he's left, as you might expect, stunner. Cole hastily pops up, turns and hits a short range Bicycle Kick to finally take the Cosmic Crusader off of his feet. When Johnny's back hits the canvas, Adam drops to make a cover. The Ref counts it...
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He powers out at the two count! Cole is relentless, though, slapping on a chin-lock before Johnny can make another mover. The leader of the Undisputed Era squeezes his arm tight, cutting off the air flow as he wrenches the head at an awkward angle. He's shouting at Morrison to give up and tap out, but Johnny ain't about that life. With the fans willing him on a slow clap willing him to power, Morrison slowly but surely finds his way to his feet, overpowering a suddenly surprised Cole as he reaches a vertical base.
Phillips: Morrison powering through the pain!
Ranallo: And the fans are behind him!
With two pointed elbow strikes fired back like torpedos, Morrrison knock the wind out of the other man and effectively breaks the hold. After that, Johnny turns around, spins Adam and then catches him mid-twirl to drop him with a Hangman's Neckbreaker! Now it's the Guru's turn to make a cover!
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Cole shoves him off before the Ref can hit three. Morrison rolls away while Adam clutches the back of his neck in pain, taking a minute to nurse the ouchie. Morrison takes a couple of seconds as well, using the ropes to help himself up before turning his attention back to his opponent.
Morrison closes in on Cole as the Florida Man gets back up. A brace of forearms shivers to his back keep Cole double over and from that position, Morrison grabs some hair and some trunks before lawn-darting Adam into the near turnbuckle. Skin marries steel with the sickest of thuds. The Ref hates to see it, but the people pop big. Adam's smile has vanished and been replaced with an agonized grimace. Johnny courteously peels him out of the precarious position, rotates him and then props him up into a seated position on the intersection of the top ropes. Cole's still too dazed to stop Morrison from springing up and executing a Frankensteiner!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Graves: That's not his move! He can't do that!
Adam is launched and flip like halfway across the dang ring. He lands with all the grace and poise of the Hindenburg, bouncing up about six or eight inches before landing again. Morrison slides over, hooks a leg and makes the cover...
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Cole is able to kick out at about two-and-a-half, deflating the audience in doing so. Morrison isn't discouraged, however. The Guru of Greantess pops right back up, pulls Cole into a sitting position and then makes a run for the ropes. He comes right back with the speed of the Millennium Falcon, looking to introduce Cole to a Brave New Reality. Except Adam is just fine with this reality, thank you very much, and grounds the ambitions of his opponent by ducking the knee and catching him on the way by before rolling him up for a cover! The Ref drops down and counts it!
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Morrison kicks out! Both men scramble to their feet but Cole gets there first. He clobbers Johnny with a forearm shiver, just to take a European Uppecut for a receipt. The Cosmic Crusader looks to lock up again but Cole out-maneuvers him, hoists him up and hits a quick Ushigoroshi, flinging Morrison from a Fireman's Carry to a neckbreaker on his knee in about a second flat. The haste couples with the damage to absolutely stun and daze Johnny, leaving him open to a follow up. Cole scoops him up, lifts him up for a suplex but then stops half-way before dropping him headfirst on to his knee for the original version of the Last Shot!
Going down like a sack of bricks, Morrison is out cold and Adam capitalizes with a deep leg hook for the cover...
Ranallo: That's it! It's all over!
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Graves: That was an unstoppable combination! The count is just a formality.
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Phillips: Adam Cole takes it with authority!
Except he doesn't! Cause Johnny kicks out at 2.99! Remarkable! The Ref can't believe it! The people are astounded! Adam Cole is beside himself, eyes lasering a hole clean through the Official who swears to Gord that it wasn't three.
Cole has had it. He picks himself up and then grabs a fistful of hair from the scalp to bring Morrison with him. He tucks Johnny's head between his legs, ready to end the night with a Panama Sunrise. Adam goes to flip over when Morrison finds the strength to counter! He pushes Cole up and off so that he lets go and also over rotates.
Ranallo: Morrison escapes the Panama Sunrise! There's no quit in this man!
Graves: He got lucky. That's all.
Remarkably, Cole manages to land more or less on his feet. He turns around and scopes Morrison's chin like an expert marksman before firing away with a Superkick! He connects flush and Johnny stumbles back into the ropes. The force bounces him right off, instinct takes over and while he may be on auto-pilot, Johnny has the good sense to come back with a Superkick of his own, the version he calls the Extradimensional Rift!
His boots takes Cole clean off his feet, and the newcomer's body lands in near perfect position near the turnbuckle. Morrison forgoes a pin attempt as he steps over his unconscious body, something much flashier and finalizing in mind.
Phillips: Morrison going for the Cosmic Calamity! Maybe the most impressive and dangerous move in the game today!
Ranallo: And when he hits it, this one's all over!
Graves: Get up Cole!
With the fans chanting his name and cheering him on, Morrison flings himself up on to the top ropes, splits his legs and bounces off before twirling his body in some marvelous corkscrew to come down with the Moonsault. His Cosmic Calamity.
And all he hits are knees.
Cole gets his legs up just in time to give his opponent a more than bumpy landing. Morrison's ribs crack hard against the shinbones of the Panama City Playboy. Johnny bounces off but Cole promptly rolls him up with a fitsfull of tights for the cover...
Graves: Yes! Amazing counter!
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Ranallo: Look at this chearter! A fistful of tights and now his feet on the ropes!
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Phillips: Open your eyes, Ref!
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
ADAM COLE!
Adam Cole tugs his arm away from the Ref to bail out of the ring as his music hits. Morrison is quick to get back to his feet and he's out for blood, knowing full well that Adam cheated to get the best of him. The Official is confused when Morrison reprimands him, and the Guru soon realizes that Stripes isn't worth the trouble. Instead he turns to back watch Cole walk up the ramp. Adam's got that big ol' smile on his face again and can't help himself to throw up an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY".
Ranallo: I guess we shouldn't be surprised that the leader of the Undisputed Era took the low road to victory after everything we've seen from these guys thus far.
Phillips: Morrison has been on point for weeks, even months now and you hate to see his hot streak be tarnished by foul play.
Graves: Ugh. Could you two be any more biased? We are witness the start of a new year and a new era - the Undisputed Era. Adam Cole is a once-in-a-generation talent. Normal rules shouldn't even apply to him.
Ranallo: Well Morrison will have his chance to get even when they meet up against everyone else in the roster at Aztec Warfare for the UWF Championship.
Morrison never takes his eyes off Cole as he disappears backstage. The Cosmic Crusader is seething as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene fades into a desolate yet familiar abandoned warehouse where a TV sits straight in the middle. The TV turns on and plays nothing but static before cutting to a women news reporter standing near a beach on a sunny day. It's an old news report that plays shortly after Woods was eliminated King of the Ring. In fact, it was two days later!
News Reporter: Hello everyone, I'm Miriam Hernandez, and I'm standing outside of the Santa Monica beach. We have breaking news of the discovery of missing UWF Superstar, Patrick Clark. Ring name: Velveteen Dream. He was discovered by an acclaimed friend, Lionel Green, also known as Lio Rush in the world of wrestling.
Miriam Hernandez: After Dream's disappearance two weeks prior, he has been found tied to a wheelchair unconscious. He was rushed to the ER as soon as possible and has been diagnosed in a coma. The suspects are three UWF Superstars who were last seen with Clark in the hospital after he suffered a leg injury; Kofi Kingston, Xavier Woods, and Big E. We have Lionel here to say something with us now. Lionel, how did you find Patrick?
Rush comes out of the screen to speak.
Lio Rush: You can just call me Lio, thanks.
He says in a passive aggressive tone with a fake smile on his face.
Lio Rush: You see, me and Dream go waaaaay back. Before he was some UWF Megastar, we were a team that may have looked small but we were looks that were deceiving! As you can see, Dream went onto becoming one of the best UWF has EVER seen. But we're getting off the topic at hand here, lady—
Miriam Hernandez: It's Miriam.
Rush gives her a look of "I wanna rip your face off."
Lio Rush: Lady, I didn't ask. This report isn't about you now, is it? It's about the man of the hour and how he found his best friend. So shut your mouth! Thank you!
The reporter huffs as Lio continues.
Lio Rush: I have Dream on Snapchat. He has his maps enabled, which he really shouldn't but again, we're getting off topic. He has his maps enabled, and we talk a lot of a daily basis. When I saw that he was ghosting me for a few days, I knew something was up. That isn't like him, not at all. So I checked on maps, and apparently he still had his phone in his pocket the whole time. And it pinned him to right here as his last known location. I drive here in my Bugatti, and I looked on the beach and I found him washed up on the shore breathing but unconscious. Thank goodness he was not dead, the guy is too young and too talented to be dying tied to a wheelchair. So I called an 911, they say he's in a coma, then I come to find out that I've been signed by UWF myself which is great and—
The TV cuts to static and now it cuts to the midst of a CNN report. It shows the New Day in mugshots.
News Reporter: Listen to this Frank. Today, UWF Superstars, Xavier Woods, Kofi Kingston and Big E were arrested shortly after a UWF show for attempted manslaughter of another fellow employee there, Velveteen Dream. Dream was found tied to a wheelchair off in the beach and reported to be in a coma—
TV then cuts to static before cutting to an AD for Aztec Warfare.
Mauro Ranallo: Sign up this month for the UWF Network and you get Aztec Warfare absolutely free!—
The titantron fades to black before it fades back in. Purple smoke fills the screen as a pulsating effect happens and a slow fade reveals a figure coming out from the smoke. It's revealed to be the Velveteen Dream!
DREAM OVER!
The crowd pops huge as a smile grows on his face and the camera fades out. A graphic for Aztec Warfare appears on screen before the word: SOON falls under it.
Corey Graves: HE'S BAAAAACK
Mauro Ranallo: Velveteen Dream seems to be back, guys! The disappearance, the coma, it's over! He's no longer in a slumber, he's no longer dreaming. The dreaming is over. He's coming back, and this is surely a reality!
Tom Phillips: This is a huge game changer for Aztec Warfare!
The crowd is buzzing as the scene fades out.
Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith 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 in the air*
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.
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DING DING DING
The two men stand across from one another, ready to fight. Jimmy is smiling, happy that he finally gets to get his hands on Ultramantis. Jimmy goes in for a tie up, a rather interesting approach considering his style but it appears to work, getting Ultramantis into a side headlock. Black ends up lifting Jimmy into the air and dropping him with a back suplex. Jimmy rolls back and scoots over to the corner holding his neck. Ultramantis walks over and stomps him a few times before picking him up and hanging him upside down in a tree of woe. He starts punching at Jimmy's knee before walking away, running back over and connecting with a big boot to the knee! Havoc falls down and Black pulls him away from the ropes to go for the pin.
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A quick kickout from Jimmy. Ultramantis grabs him by the hair and brings him back up to his feet, hooking both arms with a double underhook. He tries to lift up Havoc but Jimmy falls to his knees and grabs a hold of Ultramantis' lower body. Black starts hammering away at his back before going for a straight up powerbomb. Havoc starts hammering away with fists down onto Black's skull allowing him to drop down in front of him. Jimmy ends up kicking him in the gut and planting him to the mat with a DDT! Ultramantis rolls out of the ring while Jimmy checks on his knee.
Dr. Cube is checking on his client but Jimmy comes out of the ring to continue his assault. He grabs Ultramantis from behind and throws him shoulder first into the barricade. The fans are actually cheering him, wanting to see the UWF Champion take a beating. Jimmy gets fired up from the crowd and walks over to the steel steps. He lifts them free and prepares to hit Ultramantis but then suddenly comes to. He shakes his head and places them back where they were. When he turns around, Ultramantis comes running at him and takes him down with a lariat, knocking him into the steps he just placed back! Ultramantis then grabs Havoc and tosses him back into the ring, following him in for the cover.
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Havoc kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy is taking a very interesting approach to this whole thing. We thought he'd be like Vinny Marseglia and just try to weaken people before Aztec Warfare but his strategy is quite odd.
Corey Graves: It's stupid if you ask me. His plan is to win this match cleanly and then help Ultramantis win at Aztec Warfare? I think he's taken far too many shots to the head.
Ultramantis calls for the end of this and brings Havoc back up with him, lifting him straight up into the air with a vertical suplex. Havoc ends up digging his fingers into the eye holes of Black's mask and this allows him to fall behind him. Instead of waiting for him to turn around, Jimmy just runs up behind him and delivers a big boot to the back of the head! Ultramantis falls face first into the turnbuckles and Jimmy stays on the attack, walking over and placing his knee on the back of his head and just straight up smothers him into the middle turnbuckle. The ref counts to 4 and makes him stop. Jimmy obliges, not wanting to get a DQ loss here but he goes over to Ultramantis and picks him up onto his shoulders. He walks around the ring with him before ramming him back into the corner with a Death Valley Driver! He pulls Ultramantis away from the ropes and makes the pin.
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Black kicks out! Jimmy lets out a sigh, thinking he almost had the match won right there. Ultramantis is trying to crawl away to the ropes but Jimmy gets up and stands over him, grabbing him from behind and pulling him up. He goes around him and grabs his arm. He pulls him out for the ripcord and goes for the Acid Rainmaker but Ultramantis ducks the lariat, grabbing him from behind in a full nelson before lifting him up and slamming him back down to the mat! Jimmy doesn't stay down though, he really wants to win this match and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Ultramantis comes walking over but eats a back elbow to the face. This creates some separation, just enough for Havoc to hit a superkick that knocks Ultramantis down to a knee! Havoc rushes over and places Mantis' head between his legs and runs his thumb across his throat, signalling for the end!
Tom Phillips: This is it, Jimmy is about to defeat the undefeated!
Corey Graves: No! Get out of there champ!
Havoc tries to end it all with the Havocdriver but Ultramantis instead sends him up and over with a back body drop! Havoc fights back to his feet right away but only to get laid out with the Brainwashing Effect! Havoc's head gets slammed hard into the mat and you can practically see the stars in his eyes. Ultramantis knows this is the time to finish things so he pulls Havoc up and lifts him up into the air. Next thing you know, he spikes his head into the mat with the Cosmic Disaster! Havoc's body falls limp and Ultramantis makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ultramantis Black!
Dr. Cube hands him the Spectral Dreams Openweight Championship and Ultramantis holds it proudly. This doesn't last long though as suddenly some music hits.
Ultramantis and Dr. Cube stand in the ring, ready for the Horror King to make his way out. They don't have to wait long as Vinny comes walking out from the back, axe in hand. He points it at Ultramantis but the duo doesn't back down. Vinny is about to make his way down the ramp but suddenly his axe is ripped from his grasp from behind. Standing behind him is none other than Intercontinental Champion Katsuyori Shibata! Shibata throws the axe off the stage and demands Vinny Marseglia to fight him. Vinny throws a punch but Shibata blocks it and headbutts him right in the face. Vinny's nose looks like it's been busted into a thousand pieces but Shibata just grabs him and throws him off the stage into a bunch of electrical equipment. Sparks go flying but Shibata just stares at him emotionless. He looks over to see Ultramantis Black in the ring and stares him down. Black raises his title with him looking on as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Reigns vs Marseglia - Crann
Dynamic Duo vs World Warriors - Dresden
Morrison vs Cole - Fauche
Havoc vs Black, Strong Dragons vs UE - Danny
