UWF Presents Revolution — 01/23/20 Edition!

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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, Roman Reigns takes on Hornswoggle.

Mauro Ranallo: And in tag team action, it’s The Undisputed Era versus The New Kingdom in a No Disqualification match.

Corey Graves: Also in tag action, it’s the Chosen Bros going up against the Dudleys.

Tom Phillips: Vinny Marseglia will face Katsuyori Shibata.

Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, it’s Ultramantis Black taking on Tessa Blanchard. But first things first, Director of Tag Team Wrestling Drake Maverick has an announcement and some business to conduct!



As the music belonging to the UWF's Director of Tag Team Wrestling hits the arena soundsystem, the fans offer a mixed reaction. The arrival of Drake Maverick is often a mixed blessing, bringing with it news that could be good or bad — or both. On this occasion, a table already awaits the director as he emerges from the back with a clipboard in one hand and a microphone in the other. He begins to speak as he descends the ramp.



DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to spare you all my usual speech. I'm not going to waste time here. You all know why I'm out here tonight, so let's skip the formalities and get right to business at hand, shall we?

Drake jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring, and places the clipboard on the table. He retrieves a pen from his inside breast pocket and places it on the clipboard.

I'm here for the contract signing between the UWF World Tag Champions the Dynamic Duo and their challengers, the Strong Dragons! It's sure to be an exciting match at No Mercy, but of course, we can't have that match without ink on contracts. So without any further ado, I give you... the challengers!



STRONG DRAGONS

The theme music of the challengers for the UWF Tag Team Titles come No Mercy, the gosh darned Strong Dragons! They’ve been chasing gold since arriving here in the UWF, taking the fight to the current UWF Tag Team Champions, Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn since arriving. Vowing for positive change, and to take those tag belts home.

Both Kyle O’Reilly and Mark Henry comes out from the back with microphones in hand, and walks right down the ramp as they bump their heads slightly on the beats. Notably, the Diabetic Dragon is also carrying a bulging duffle bag, its contents a mystery. Kyle goes ahead and slides up on the apron, as Mark walks up the steps. Kyle poses on the apron as Mark reaches it. Mark then sits on the rope and Kyle goes through, almost running into the table.

Mark sees this and pats Kyle on the back to make sure he isn’t too shaken up from that goof, and then climbs through himself. O’Reilly unzips the briefcase and starts pulling stuff out. Firstly, several fresh bottles of Gatorade - assorted flavour options. He puts four bottles on the table, that’s one for each person in the match, and offers a fifth to Drake Maverick, who politely declines. Kyle then takes out some banners and hurries to fasten them around the turnbuckles on the had cam side, muttering something about “part of the sponsorship contract for all official Strong Dragon press events”.

Once Kyle has finished, Mark raises his microphone to give an opening statement on this matchup for a huge opportunity to gain gold for the first time in the UWF.

Mark Henry: The challengers are here y’all. Me and Kyle, the truesome duo, the goldseekers, the men with huge biceps and bigger testicals, the Strong Dragons everyone. Now, it has been more than clear on our detest for Becky and Sami’s latest antics, and how truly despicable they are. I mean they done screwed over the good ol’ folk over at the New Day.

I mean sure, they weren’t perfect, but they were dang better folk than Becky and Sami stand today. So, why does that rattle me and my partner over here? I’ll tell you why goddammit. We came in here, had a good ol’ match with Becky and Sami, and those folk had bad intentions all along, probably predating our meeting. It really makes me paranoid for the type of people we got lurking around here.

Mark sighs and looks around the arena in a seemingly look of despair for the good people of the UWF to be out there.

What are their intentions? I ask myself, and I feel I never know that until it’s revealed. There’s always a cruelty in a man, this so called Dynamic Duo - which is a joke of a title for a team if you ask me folks, sounding like a porn series for twins - where was I again Kyle? Oh yeah. The cruelty always lies within the man, and if there’s that much hidden, what hope can we have for the rest of us?

Are we all cruel? No. Good folk like us prove that. So what’s their motivation to be so cruel? Greed, want, coward like behavior all contained. Makes me sick to the core. Why should people be rewarded with championship from that low behaviour? The simple answer would be “ah they earned it” MY ASS. They stole that, they ain’t champions for anything. As paper as an Ikea catalog.

So, it’s our vow to put an end to that. To put things right, to right a wrong. For good, and for a long time. It’s all a process of building a coffin for the darkness, but we’re in 2 times speed, and we’re kicking ass at making it happen. If we don’t leave with no gold around the waist, I’m not gonna be a happy bunny, and those nasty folks are gonna pay for it.

Mark picks up the pen and signs the line where his name would be required to be signed for the contractual fulfilment of the tag team championship match. Henry then gives his partner a look reminding him pipe up to speak his piece. O’Reilly clears his throat, takes a note out of his pocket to read and takes it from there.



KO’R: Ahem. Yeah. I uh… I’d just like to first of all thank our good friends at Gatorade for their continued support of the Little Dragons Insulin Pump Foundation, as well as their sponsorship of us heading into this, our first UWF World Tag Team Championship match. Their… um… their support of the Strong Dragons, both moral and financial, is, always, an invaluable asset and we look forward to waving the G-with-a-lighting-bolt flag proudly in victory pending the desired outcome at No Mercy. Uh… yeah… also… “Gatorade - is IT in yet?

Kyle looks around and everyone’s looking at him like something’s gone horribly wrong. He takes the cue and checks his note.

KO’R: Oh, sorry. I meant, “Gatorade - is IT in you. Apologies for the uh… the uh… the reading. Badly. Sometimes.

When it looks like Kyle might have something more to say, Maverick cuts its off at the head and hastily cues up the Champions’ entrance to the formalities.



The tag champs come dancing their way out onto the stage as always, the titles in their arms like they're using them as dance partners. They take way too long to finally come down the ramp and slide into the ring. Drake tries to give them microphones as quickly as possible to hurry things along. They take them and finally realize what's in front of them. Becky picks up one of the bottles of Gatorade and looks at it weirdly.

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Becky Lynch: What's all this crap? Gatorade? Never heard of this shite. 

Becky tosses the bottle behind her while Sami now speaks. 

Sami Zayn: What we can just get corporate sponsorships now? I guess I didn't realize just how low some people are willing to go. Did you approve this Drake? This stuff is basically poisoning people's bodies. It's making our children fat and it's not even good for diabetics. If your sugar gets too low, you should drink Orange Juice. It works faster and that's an actual legit fact. You of all people should know that Kyle but don't worry, I'm used to people spouting nonsense. You're no different than Armando pretending to speak coherent Spanish. You're presenting these products as if they're helpful but they're not. You're only doing it for the money. Let me ask you people something, can you really trust some sell outs? They act like they have better morals but look at them, bending over backwards for a dollar. Stuff like this is exactly why we operate like we do now. We fight for the greater good. You may not like how we get things done but UWF is a better place when it's not succumbing to corporate America. If the Strong Dragons, stupid name by the way, became the World Tag Team Champions, how long until these are rebranded the Gatorade Championships? How many kids are going to drink this poison and become diabetic? Is that your master plan here Kyle? To get more members for your foundation?

Becky gasps loudly and covers her mouth. By God Sami Holmes done figured it out. 

Becky Lynch: And to think, we let you guys beat us in your debut match. Yeah you heard that right. We needed to sell just how off the same page we were and you two were lucky enough to debut at the right time. You can claim otherwise but we all know the truth. We've only lost to one other team in this entire company. You really think we couldn't beat some Predator wannabe and his white kung fu sidekick? Try to throw one of your palm strikes at me and I'll rip your damn arm outta it's socket. 

Sami Zayn: Actually I think you need a new submission where you rip people's tongues out of their mouths because boy do these guys suck. You got one guy making weird porn jokes and the other can barely read. Think of the future Maverick! Do you want kids looking up to these two buffoons? Obviously we're going to beat them but still, the fact that we have to even defend our titles against them in the first place is-

Becky Lynch: Good! Think about it Sami, the children will learn what real heroes are like. Ever since they got here, the Strong Dragons have been nothin' but bullies, talkin' trash about us. This is like those videos where the bullies get their comeuppance. Except this will be longer, more brutal and the entire world will be cheering us on. Maybe someone will start a charity in our names. A real charity, not that little dragons crap. A charity that helps all ginger kids believe in themselves. 

Sami has his hand on his chin, thinking long and hard about it. He nods after a bit and goes to speak once more. 

Sami Zayn: You know what you're right. For the children. For the future. Go ahead and give us that contract Maverick, we're signing on the dotted line! 

Sami takes the contract and signs it, quickly passing it over to Becky. She signs it as well and slams the pen on the table. Maverick and the rest then look at O'Reilly, who hasn't yet signed the document. O'Reilly seems elsewhere until Drake clears his throat and nods toward the contract. Kyle, realizing he has to sign, moves to grab the pen, but Becky grabs his wrist. The Diabetic Dragon locks eyes with The Man herself in a tense staredown. Henry starts to move, but Zayn gets in his face. The fans are buzzing. The temperature is rising. But then, Sami turns and looks at Becky, and speaks into the microphone.

Sami Zayn: Come on, Becky. They don't pay us enough to fight these two on free TV.

Becky smirks at this and releases Kyle's wrist as the fans go nuclear on the pair, who turn and leave the ring. O'Reilly looks at the pen in his hands and debates attacking Zayn with it, but decides against it, signing the contract instead. Drake looks at the documents, then at the challengers, before gathering up his clipboard and heading for the exit himself as the show moves along.

The feed abruptly takes us backstage where Johnny Morrison is seen, sweaty and yet strangely energized from a workout session. As the camera zooms out, another familiar face joins him in the frame, drawing a modest pop from the fans watching on the Tron... the Miz!

THE MIZ

Well I've gotta say, Johnny: all those years in a hospital bed and you haven't lost a step!

Morrison grins and gives his old friend a big, sweaty hug.

JOHNNY MORRISON

Mike! I'm so happy you were able to make it, man. So look, I had this crazy idea...

As Morrison speaks with his former tag team partner, the camera pans away and the feed moves along.

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage, specifically, the door to the Strong Dragons Dojo, adorned as always with it’s “No Girls Allowed” and fixed up with a brand new lock that not even Renee Young could pick. Presently, the door opens and the Diabetic Dragon comes out! The fans pop at the very sight of the earnest Canuck contender who must be headed to catering to some proteins or something.

It isn’t at all uncommon for the backstage crew to avoid Kyle but today… today his trip to catering is blocked by an old amigo. He puts his fists up, already ready for a donnybrook.

KO’R: What the - what do you even want?

Fish: Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. It’s me. Remember?

Kyle doesn’t seem to trust him, so Bobby turns his pockets out to reveal nothing.

Fish: No weapons or anything. No UE. Just wanted to say hi. That’s it. I’m not bullshitting ya.

O’Reilly’s eyes narrow with some major skepticism. 

KO’R: Okaaaaaaaaaaaay… let’s say hi… Hi.

Kyle sticks his hands in his own pockets shuffles his feet kinda like flirty shyboy.

K’OR: So like… where are your new jerk friends at anyway?

Fish: Probably training for Aztec Warfare. Or maybe Kizarny and skeleton twink. Doesn’t really matter.

Kyle can’t help himself but to giggle a little at the nicknames. But he catches himself, finding his heart caught between the memories of good times with an old friend and the fresh wounds of having lot to that same person by underhanded means just one week ago. He looks up at Bobby, conflicted. Such a familiar stranger. For a moment, they say nothing. The awkward silence itches like a phantom limb. Kyle can’t handle it. He suffers from pressure of speech. It’s why sometimes he speaks before thinking. He can’t help himself.

KO’R: Um… like… I don’t really like… or I mean… whatever… with the UE and stuff… but uh… your entrance song is effing rad. Like… haha… super rad… I guess. I know. I mean I guess I know. I do know. Ya know? Yeah. Yeah. Did you uh… did you choose it?

He bites his lower lip - a nervous habit to compensate for not quite sticking the landing there. 

Fish: We all kinda agreed on it. Just fit us the most I guess.

He picks up on the awkward body language.

Fish: You, uh… you okay? Are you sick or something?

For the first time, Kyle brings himself to make eye contact, and behind those eyes, a rainstorm. Raging. Tempestuous. A heart laid bare and as conflicted against itself as the clouds and wind and atmosphere in the maelstrom. 

“Don’t forget to breath”. It’s the voice of his therapist whispering in his ear. He inhales. Sharp. Loudly. Noticeable. Frick. Kyle knows he isn’t playing it cool. He knows that Bobby knows. And he wonders if the man that once understood him - the same man that used to remind him to check his blood sugar during those long road trips through the midwest between low paying indy shows is still the same man standing in front of him now. He wonders about grace. He hopes about grace.

KO’R: No uh… I’m okay. I’m super okay. Like so okay. Just got like, ya know, this contract signing thing or whatever. Cause we got a title match. Me and Mark, I mean. Mark Henry. He’s like… he’s uh… he’s my tag team partner now. We um… yeah… we… drink…. Lots of Gatorade and work out. That’s like our thing.

“Ask people questions about themselves”. It’s the voice of his therapist again, coaching him out of socially awkward situations. Win friends. Influence people. 

KO’R: Do you guys have… like… “things”? I mean the UE. Your new friends. 

Bobby cocks his eyebrow a bit at the question. This conversation with an old compadre ain’t headed where he was expecting it to go.

Fish: Whaddya mean “things?” Like, training regimen? Secret handshake?

KO’R: Yeah… HAHA.

He laughs too loudly.

KO’R: Just kidding. That was a joke question. Just a joke. Just bein’ a little jokester. You know me. Right? Haha. No… yeah… uh, hey, listen. Bobby. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you to my gay wedding with El Desperado. It turned out to be really bad and Vinny Marseglia ruined it and tried to murder me and I haven’t seen my husband since then but like… I’m sorry I didn’t invite you anyway. 

Fish: Nah, don’t be like that. It’s fine. Was a big night for you. Don’t expect you to remember all your old pals.

A scream from the bottom of his heart and through the top of his lungs never gets past the tip of his tongue. It's been written that all beauty is terror and in this instant, Kyle finds himself paralyzed with a fear of the unknown. The crippling uncertainty of what to say and how to say it and the crushing question of whether it would all be too late anyway.

His mind rewinds and flashes images like its an old projection reel. He recalls the one time he was on Spring Break with the nWo, taking a selfie and tagging all of his new friends, his fingers instinctively moving over the phone's keypad to also include Fish's handle. It seemed so wrong that his old partner in crime wasn't there on that sun-soaked Florida beach with him. 

Another memory. This time, sitting in the bathroom of Larry Sweeney's private jet, feeling lonely on a flight back from South America while The Triple Champ was napping. He thought about texting Bobby. But he didn't know if there was a difference in time zones that would make it an awkward hour for something like. And what would he even say? "Sorry I didn't text you on your last Birthday" or "Hey I know I didn't send you a Christmas card this year, but...". After such a long time of no contact, it seemed a casual message was impossible but all he really wanted to do was reach out to a homie he didn't talk to much anymore.

And now? Everything was different. Mark made it different. The Undisputed Era made it different. Time had changed everything so why, Kyle wondered, why was the empty him still empty? Mark made him happy. He was proud to be a Strong Dragon. He had been happily married. Briefly, but still. The nWo, Sweet n' Sour - the time of his life. So why was he sweating right now even though he was freezing? How could he feel so pale when he knew he was blushing? How could he have so much to say without having any of the right words to use? 

KO’R I was… hungry… so I was… just going to catering… to eat. I don’t know if you’re hungry… like… I don’t mean you look hungry. You don’t. But I’m gonna eat. And I dunno… like… you probably already ate. Unless… ?

Bobby looks kinda concerned for him. Kyle almost looks like he went through a series of flashbacks or something. 

Fish: Ah, sorry, I actually did just eat.

He’s about to cut it off there but he doesn’t wanna leave it all unsatisfying and mysterious. That’s kinda how he left Kyle, with no form of contact for years. He keeps going.

Fish: Sorry I didn’t reach out to ya sooner. The things Roddy said about you being inferior aren’t actually, like, what I think. You’re a good guy. But yeah, I gotta head back. If you wanna talk later then you got my number. Alright, brother?

KO’R: Yeah. No. Cool. Yeah. Definitely. Alright. Uh… see ya… around… out there.

As Kyle goes to leave, he almost reaches in for a hug, but then thinks better of it. He sticks his hand out for a handshake, but then transitions it to a less formal fistbump that comes in too high and too fast and he knows it so he turns that into a playful little punch in the shoulder that he immediately regrets and feel terrible about so instead he just turns around and walks away as quickly as he can. Five steps later he remembers that catering is in the other direction and he knows that Bobby knows that’s where he was going and he doesn’t want to look like a liar so he spins around and walks the other way, right past Bobby, head down without saying a word. 

By the time he gets to catering, he isn’t even hungry anymore. His stomach is full. Of butterflies. And acid reflux. Revolution continues elsewhere.

DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, Hornswoggle!

Hornswoggle poses for the crowd as the introductions continue.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

[Truth of reigns burst through speakers when he comes out and splits up the curtains in crank up his fist and fireworks come outta nowhere when he walks down straight towards the ring and climbs inside of the ring.]

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, the two competitors begin circling one another. Roman grabs a handful of his opponent’s hair and pulls back his other hand, throwing a punch but Swoggle gets both his hands up and blocks it. Roman breaks the grip angrily as he goes for a kick but his opponent grabs onto his leg by wrapping both arms and legs around it. Reigns grabs the ropes and extends his leg out, trying to shake Swoggle free but to no avail.

Feeling defeated, Roman plants his leg and releases the ropes as Hornswoggle lets go and then scurries to the turnbuckle and ascends it, turning to face Reigns. Swoggle gives a crotch chop before leaping off as he hits Roman on the top of the head like an anvil crushing Wile E. Coyote and the, “Big Dog” falls to the mat.

Tom Phillips: Oh my! This is unexpected!

Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! Roman is down!

Corey Graves: I thought I was watching a wrestling match, not a Looney Tunes cartoon!

As they get up from the mat, the two competitors begin circling one another again. Reigns lunges forward to go on the offensive but Swoggle crawls between his legs quickly to get away and turns, delivering a kick to the back of his opponent’s heel. Reigns turns and throws a punch but Swoggle catches it and bites Roman as Roman pulls his hand away and reacts to the pain.

Swoggle points and laughs as Roman charges him but Swoggle hits the mat and rolls out of the ring and now the chase is on as Reigns exits the ring and starts sprinting after his foe. In the midst of running, Swoggle leaps onto the ring barricade and waits for Roman, leaping onto his back as he runs past. Reigns keeps running, not noticing at first, then puts the brakes on once he does, reaching up and back to try to grab the pest but Hornswoggle lets go and lands on the ground, scurrying away as Roman again gives chase.

Hornswoggle slides into the ring and Roman follows. Swoggle is nearly to the other side of the ring to exit it but Roman grabs his ankle and pulls him towards him.

Tom Phillips: This doesn’t look good!

Mauro Ranallo: An angry, “Big Dog” is nothing to take lightly.

Corey Graves: Kick his midget ass!

Reigns releases the ankle and leans back to shout, “OOOOHHAAAAAHHHHH!!!” but as he leans forward, Hornswoggle is at his leg and bites his knee. Again Roman tries to shake his opponent free from his leg by shaking it but fails to get Hornswoggle free as he plants his leg and grabs him by the back of his shirt with both hands and tries to pull him off.

Tom Phillips: Surely he’s strong enough to pull Hornswoggle off of him.

Mauro Ranallo: Maybe he’s trying to keep things friendly because of their agreement to team.

Corey Graves: Alliances be damned! Kick his midget ass!

Roman finally pulls Swoggle free and throws him across the ring but Swoggle bounces off the ropes in a way that lets him hit Reigns in the chest with his head like Kid Gohan attacking Raditz and once again, the, “Big Dog” goes down. Hornswoggle gets up and tries to hook the leg but can’t pick Roman’s leg up, the leg swaying and hitting him when he tries as he gets knocked on his butt.

Hornswoggle gets up as Reigns sits up and turns to look at him, lunging with both arms out but Swoggle jumps out of the way and bounces off of Roman’s head like he was a Goomba. As the little man scurries away, Reigns again gives chase and this time catches him as he pins him down, Swoggle’s legs kicking rapidly as he struggles to get free.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Roman Reigns!

The action in the ring has been amazing so far on the episode of Revolution. It's time to take a break away from the ring though as the cameras change from ringside to a close up of certain superstars faces. This face belongs to none other then the Dudley Boyz who are making their Revolution debut tonight. Bubba and D-Von are looking straight down the camera as Bubba has a snarl on his face.

Bubba Dudley: Well smack my ass and call me Bully, this place is absolutely wicked. As you may have realized by now UWF Universe is that my brother and I are back inside the world of professional wrestler and tonight marks our first time on this Revolution brand. We aren't quite sure what to expect to tell you the truth. Normally we are use to seeing familiar faces but we ain't seen one yet. We have been here all day, you know just trying to control the nerves because even though we have been doing this a damn long time, those butterflies are going crazy in our stomach and we ain't seen one person we know yet and tonight in that ring, it's not going to be any different when we compete against the Chosen Bros.

D-Von Dudley: We may be nervous now but I can guarantee you that once those fireworks shoot down from the ceiling and those words ring out of the PA System, all those nerves will be gone out of our system. We have never been more ready for a fight in our lives and please believe me when I tell you this. We have been in fights against people we hate, we have been in title fights before, hell we have fought in ever single country on earth with people cheering us and people begging for our blood but tonight, tonight we face two guys that just want to make a name for them selves. We watched Revolution last week as we knew we were coming here and we saw these guys possibly save a kids life. We respect that, well done on being the heroes but Chosen Bros, tonight is oh so much more then us wanting to make an impact. Tonight is worth so much more, so much more then any gold or repercussions we have had to face in the past and the reason is.......

D-von walks out of shot leaving Bubba to look down the camera as the camera just focuses on him. 

Bubba: The reason will become clear. So crystal clear that even Ray Charles would be able to see it.

D-Von comes back into shot but he isn't dressed in his Team 3D attire anymore. Oh nooooooo, he isn't but he has changed into an attire that everyone remembers. Bubba looks at him unimpressed as D-Von points back at him.... well it's actually Reverend D-Von that is pointing at his brother. 

Reverend D-Von: Oh My Brother, I want you to bow down on your knees and thank our lord savior for blessing us with our talent and ability and letting us do what we love. I want you to preach to him and get rid of all your sins as my brother, we are in his world. We are in his house and he has mapped out his path for us. We must follow this map and take it to the promised land, back to the top of the mountai.....

Bubba suddenly leans back and lands a massive slap on D-Von, slapping his collar off of him and to the ground. Bubba rips off D-Von's clothes revealing the Team 3D clothes D-Von had originally on. D-Von begins to chuckle.

Bubba: UWF Universe, we took a leave of absence from the professional wrestling world and we took our asses back to Dudleyville and we decided that it was best that we started giving back to the local community. We decided to use up our time and get regular jobs, you know become a regular joe. You can tell that D-Von decided to go back to Dudleyville and become a Reverend but as we all know from experience, he absolutely sucks as a reverend. Like not even a little bit good, he actually sucks big time.

D-Von: Oi, you know how I can use my ears these days? Hearing, it's a great way to use them..... but you are right. That Reverend life just ain't for me. I struggled big time to just go about my life not doing this and I would say the same for you Bubba but you became a bouncer at Pulse, Dudleyville the local nightclub. You literally got to powerbomb people through tables anyway so I don't get how it was different. 

Bubba: Oh there was so much difference in it.

D-Von: Like what?

Bubba: Well I didn't have you beside me did I?

D-Von: No, I wasn't allowed.

Bubba: And plus, I kept getting a talking to by the boss everytime I did it instead of getting rewarded with a title shot, it was real mindfucking to me. 

D-Von: Well that makes alot of sense but the point of the matter is that you are a long time retired. People are put onto this earth for a reason and the Dudley Boyz reason was to be professional wrestlers. We need this line of work in our lives and that is exactly why tonight is so important to us. We need the adrenaline, we need the rush of getting punched in the face, we need the goosebumps we get when the crowd chants "Wassssssupppppp" with us. We need all of that, normal life and jobs were just too boring for us so Chosen Bros, that's why you are involved in the biggest match of our career. We are looking forward to it more then anything and we will make sure that we are in the right place.

Bubba: Team 3D is back and we are here for the long haul boys, UWF strap yourselves in.

D-Von holds up the 3D sign towards the camera, Bubba goes to do the same but he stops for a second. He scratches his chin, with a quizzing look on his face. He turns to D-Von. 

Bubba: So you were a Reverend and I was a Bouncer, what was Stacy doing with herself in her time off? 

D-Von: Well funnily enough, she actually has her uniform here with her tonight as well. STACY

The camera pans around into the direction that D-Von and Bubba are looking. Nothing happens at first but shuffling can be heard. IT doesn't take long before Stacy comes out of a doorway. She has an angry look on her face from being called at looks at the brothers. She quickly glances at the camera and jumps. The reason she jumps can be seen below. 

That's right, Stacy is in nothing but a bathrobe. Bubba has his mouth wide open looking at her as he seems to be impressed. D-Von gasps as he sees Stacy as she starts shoo-ing away the cameras. She quickly runs back to where she came shouting "This interview wasn't suppose to be until later"

Bubba: Wait, so I'm guessing that Stacy became something where she only wears bathrobes.... possibly taking them off as a job... possibly that's what I'm guessing. 

D-Von: What? NO NO, no chance of that. That wasn't her uniform, I'm guessing she wasn't ready. No, what Stacy did with her time off was become a Mum. The greatest joy in life, she gave birth to 2 children.

Bubba: Wait, wait hold up so does that mean we are Uncles now? I mean wasn't she dating Spike back in the day here or was that just me.

D-Von: Nah, you are right. Her and Spike were a thing and I'm pretty sure they are back together now but as far as if he is the father and we are Uncles, I actually have no idea. You would think we would know if we were Uncles though. That Little Bastard certainly has some explaining to do. 

Bubba nods his head along to every single word D-Von is saying. D-Von now is the one with a quizzing look on his face as he looks off into the corner of the room. It's the other corner to where Stacy came out and behind the camera. The camera slowly twirls around to make a big reveal....... 

The Little Bastard Spike Dudley had been in the room the whole time meaning not only are the Dudleyz and Stacy here in UWF but Spike is as well. The crowd go berserk for the Ultimate Underdog as he smiles at them with red liquid pouring down his face. He looks at them both before he begins to speak. 

Spike Dudley: What you guys looking at me for. I'm no father guys. I'm way to busy for that and was way to busy being a food taster whilst I was away from the professional wrestling. 

Bubba: Yer, I thought it was weird you hadn't told us but I now have a much better question...... what the hell is all over your face? You look like you have been hitting yourself in the head with a Championship Belt after some weird Blond creep and his lackeys dismantle D-Von and I and superkick Stacy's teeth down here throat? 

Spike: Wow, that's oddly specific isn't it? Nah, it's just the raspberry topping that I put on my icecream, I had a little mishap but It's all good. I just wish you didn't tell anyone as imagine how cool that image would have looked to the UWF Universe. They would have eaten it up. 

D-Von: They would have but speaking of which, anything you have to say to the UWF Universe? 

Spike: Oh are we doing this now? Fine by me. UWF, everyone in the back sees me and they laugh, they laugh at me because I'm a short, little redneck that doesn't look like he can punch his way out of a wet paper bag. You could not be more wrong..... well right for half of it but I can certainly punch my way out of a wet paper bag and I can certainly punch and kick and scrap the rest of the UWF roster out. As my brothers have no doubt mentioned, we are right back where we belong. We are and we aren't just going to make up numbers so whatever happens to me in the future of UWF, you better be ready for me to give everything. I'm going to fight tooth and nail and make sure to win as much as I can and if that isn't possible, to make sure I know the opponent doesn't underestimate me no more. It's time the Little Dudley Dog gives everyone a bite. 

Spike looks into the camera now as it seems that's enough from the Dudleyz as the screen fades to black and takes us to another part of the arena.

It cuts to UE, BluDragon, Strong Fishes, whatever you're referring to them by now, doing MMA training in a gymnasium. They’re both throwing some HEAVY ass strikes, ringing out throughout the area. They both head in for the collar and elbow at the same time, before Strong disengages and sweeps out the legs. Strong gets side control, but in an impressive bit of mat work, Fish manages to get Strong in a Fish Hook. He releases it in a microsecond, not wanting to fuck up his partner’s leg before their match even begins.

Fish: Come on, Roddy. Keep your center of mass low.

Roddy: Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.

Fish: Not whatever. You know what people like Becky Lynch and that O'Reilly kid can do to people? Cause I do.

Roddy: Whatever they could do, it wasn’t enough to get them literally any wins before Ginger #2 and Fat Fuck showed up. I’m not worried.

Fish: You say that…

They continue sparring. It zooms in between the two to Adam Cole, lying against the cage and emotionally distraught.

Cole: Guys… it’s over for us. I can’t believe you guys lost your debut match. We’ve all fizzled out now.

A smirk quickly grows on his face. He’s joking of course. He pulls himself to a sitting position.

Cole: What a load of crap. Guys, in case you couldn’t tell, we aren’t done yet. Not even close. We’ve got bones to break and gold to wear. You mutants sitting out there in crowd wallowing in your own BO are like packs of dogs, willing to chomp down on any team that shows any sign of weakness, willing to say, “THEY’RE OVER,” whenever something bad happens. It’s pretty pathetic, really.

He pulls himself up to his feet and claps sarcastically.

Cole: Congrats, Bami. You guys rolled up my boys. In the process, you outed yourself as the most inept “champs” in company history that couldn’t wrestle these guys if they had all their limbs cut off. But hey. At least you gave all the simps in the tag division something to talk about when they run out of ways to say, “You’re mean!” But really, what did our boys lose in that match? Their dignity? No. Any sort of stamina? Nuh-uh. They lost nothing. They only gained. They showed off what we can do when we follow the rules. They took it to the Gingerbread "Men." Now what can we do when we decide to break ‘em?

Strong: I’ll tell you what we do. We beat the Strong Dragons. We beat Johnny MVPenis. We knock ‘em dead. Every. Single. Time. And suddenly, when they're confronted by their losses, they'll go making excuses just like they said we did!

Fish: "Oh, they rolled us up and put their feet on the ropes! Woe is me! What do you mean the Dynamic Dickweeds did the exact same thing weeks ago and we told you to stop complaining? Stop making excuses!"

Strong: As soon as they get a lethal dose of their own medicine, they wanna spit it back up.

Cole pats Roddy on the back for the nice one-liner.

Cole: And I'll tell you why. It's cause they make a career on bigging themselves up. Without them constantly yapping about shit that doesn't matter, no one would care. Like Johnny boy when he tried to say he's the Intergalactic Geek of Go-Home Heat or whatever. Did he give us a reason to care? Nope. I mean, he sure tried to big up a midget victory. But you look at his "accomplishments," and man, they're painfully thin. Just… mediocre. What did he actually do? I've already forgotten. Beat Bray Wyatt? Guess who else has done that. Literally everyone on the roster.

Fish: Oh, but you should have seen those Strong Dragon guys. Mount Gatorade was more like a hill. Maybe even a road bump. But they were supposed to be the greatest combination of things since peanut butter and jelly, or Sami Zayn and a muzzle. Yet their greatest claim to fame was beating a few jobber teams and working out in a gym every week. We can do the exact same thing!

Strong: No thanks to Gatorade. We're having water.

Cole: And that's the problem, Bobby. They seem to think they can just rest on their laurels instead of trying to get even more accomplishments. They all seem to go back to their limited pool of W's, and our limited pool of L's, and that's how it goes every single time. We at the UE let this roster get complacent. They say they'll win, but they don't do the winning. They look at the past, and not the future. They focus on the tiniest little menial shit, and not the bigger picture.

So why not paint a big picture for you all, Bob Ross style? Come Aztec Warfare, the world title on Adam Cole’s shoulder. A few weeks after that, the tag titles on BluDragons’ shoulders. That’s undisputed.

Strong steps up to deliver the final words.

Strong: Every week it's the same story, and it's enough to bore us to sleep. They're always gonna end the Undisputed Era and usher in their own era. They're always gonna kill our hype. And yet what do they have behind those words? Pretty much nothing. So you wanna see us prove ourselves. Two matches aren't enough, not even with how thoroughly we compete in them, right? So we'll prove ourselves again, and again, and again, and again and again and again until you have no choice but to acknowledge us.

Roddy and Cole stand there smiling like smug assholes. Meanwhile, Bobby Fish, still a little hung up about insulting the Strong Dragons, sneaks off while they're busy posing. Revolution heads elsewhere.

Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!

As the beat drops, the Chosen Bros walk out with a spring in their steps. Riddle pumps up the crowd by chanting 'BRO! BRO! BRO!' whilst Cobb continuously bobs his head to the tune of 'Regulate'. The pair make a 'Hang Loose' symbol at each other with their hands and then begin their descent down the ramp, each footstep seems to be in line with the beat of their theme.

Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 479lbs. The team of Matt Riddle and Jeff Cobb; The Chosen... BROOOOOOS!

Riddle hops over the ropes, jumps and kicks his flip flops off, Cobb follows closely behind, instead opting to enter the ring as normal and throwing his t shirt into the crowd. Riddle then gets down on one knee in the centre of the ring and spreads his arms out wide. Cobb stands behind him, once again making the 'Hang Loose' hand gesture.

Ranallo: I have been anxiously anticipating this match since it was announced! The this a blockbuster, marquee match-up on free TV as the UWF not only welcomes back the legendary Dudleyz, but also this fantastic tandem in the Chosen Bros!

Phillips: Riddle once fought in the UFC. Cobb competed in the Olympics. They have since turned their attention to professional wrestling and have been on a tear on the independent and international scenes. They're a huge signing for the UWF to kick of the new decade with.

Graves: Now lets see if they can live up to the hype.

The Chosen Bros. look up the ramp when their opponents' music hits.

YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN

GET UP, GET UP, GET UP

DROP THE BOMBSHELL.

The crowd get even louder when D-Von Dudley comes bursting through the curtain like only he can with his brother Bubba Ray & the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler following close behind him. The Duchess stands in the middle of the stage, holding her arms in the air as The Dudleyz go to either side of the stage and amp the crowd up big time. The Dudleyz come back together, pleasing the crowd with punching hands together and making their way down the ramp

Chimel: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 585 pounds... from Dudleyville... The Dudleyz!

The Dudleyz run down the ramp, sliding into the ring and going straight to the turnbuckles as they pose and look real amped up for their return to UWF. Stacy hangs out on the outside, standing near her team's corner to support the fellas. 

Ranallo: Oh my! The energy in the arena just went up a notch! The UWF Universe is ecstatic to see these tag team legends back in action!

Phillips: Three time UWF World Tag Team Champions, including the longest reign in UWF history - we've seen them come and go from the UWF over the years but rest assured, when they're here, D-von and Bubba are a force to be reckoned with.

Graves: Probably because their opponents are always distracted by the lovely Stacey Keibler at ringside.

Phillips: Aren't you married?

Graves: Pfft. Barely.

They Dudleyz and the Chosen Bros get face to face to face to face in the center of the ring. Babyfaces that they are, there's a respect in there but it's eclipsed by both teams' competitive streaks. Chimel bails while the Ref tries to keep things from getting out of hand before the match even starts. Eventually, he get the boys to back off while they pick starters. It's going to be D-Von and Jeff Cobb kicking things off. The crowd is buzzing as the Referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

Ain't no dilly-dallying to be done tonight. D-Von and Jeff lock-up right there in the middle of the ring just as soon as the bell rings. The beefy boys are gripped up at the collars and elbow, each throwing their muscle mass around tryna get some leverage. Cobb's a world class athlete but a veteran from the mean streets of D-Town, D-Von's by no means a slouch. Still, a quick tweak of the hips and a little pop of the arm and Cobb manages to pull his opponent into a side headlock, earning the first advantage. 

D-Von shoves the younger man, but just as soon as he does, Cobb grabs an arms and flings him into the ropes. Dudley bounces back, runs full speed at Jeff and collides hard with a shoulder block. The heavy blow staggers the husky Hawaiian but fails to knock him over. The Chosen Bro looks down at the hit shoulder, brushes the dust off and then does his hang loose eyebrow thing for style points. D-Von's like "if you're all that and a bag of chips then why don't you try?" That's no verbatim, but the gist of the look he gives the kid. Cobb's like "yeah sure okay" and goes on a jog to the ropes, rebounds and comes back with a shoulder tackle of his own. It knocks D-Von back a pace, but that's it. He's still standing.

Graves: This is like watching two big dumb apes fighting over bananas at the zoo.

Ranallo: I'd say more of a feeling out process. 

Phillips: It reminds me of Monster Jam.

Pfft, like Tom has even been to Monster Jam. It's weird enough that he likes wrestling, given how handsome he is. How many naturally handsome dudes do you know that know as much as Tom Phillips knows about wrestling? Matthew McConaughey and nobody else. No time to talk about that now, though, cause Cobb has doubled down on his challenge to D-Von, demanding he take one more run at him. D-Von obliges, hits the ropes, blows past Cobb to hit the far ropes and then comes back with at least twice the momentum...

BOOM!

It's like that part in The Last Jedi when Dr. Sattler from Jurassic Park lightspeed drive-bys through the bad guy space ship. D-Von knocks Cobb right on to his back! He is the alpha male! The dominant species! 

But then WOW! Cobb kip-ups right back to his feet. A rare display of agility for such a sturdy fella. It's like he has an agreement with gravity. D-Von has a look on his face that says "I didn't know that was even allowed" and then that look is replaced by one similar to the mug on Vulgar Display of Power then Jeff clobbers with a forearm shiver! 

Dudley gets knocked silly and takes two more strikes for his trouble. Pow! Bang! To follow up, Cobb whips him into the rope again and then catches him on the rebound with a BIG back body drop! D-Von falls like a sack of potatoes and Cobb sprawls to make a cover...

1...

D-Von powers out at two, but in sitting up, exposes his back to the Olympic-level grapple-master. Jeff pounces like a puma, sinking in a Sleeper hold before anyone knows what's what! While the Hawaiian squeezes tighter than tight to cut off the air flow, Bubba shouts at his partner to get the heck outta there while Stacey rallies the crowd to give her boy some support. Though the fans haven't exactly picked a favourite in this contest, a good number of them offer up some slow-to-fast clap to will D-Von to power. 

Ranallo: The UWF Universe backing D-Von Dudley as he struggles to break free from that deep Sleeper hold!

Phillips: It's been a few years, but the people haven't forgotten the Dudleyz!

Graves: Same... despite all the time and money I've dropped on therapy to help.

Doing that things where he clenches a resilient, defiant fist in the air to help himself, D-Von slowly but surely finds his way back to his feet. Cobb hasn't let go, but its clear that this choke isn't gonna finis the match. He switches gears, and still holding on tight, leans back to deliver an astonishing Sleeper Suplex! Holy smokes! Cobb rolls on to D-Von to make a cover while the Ref slides in to count it...

1...

2...

D-Von gets his shoulder up at two! Cobb seems a little surprised, but stays on the offensive, lifting D-Von back to his feet and looking to set up his next move. Whatever it is, Dudley cuts it off by firing back at him with a couple of punches. Jeff retaliates with a wild haymaker! D-Von ducks it, and when the force of the blow spins Cobb around like an Old Dutch windmill, the former tag champ catches him from behind before dropping him with a neckbeaker! With Cobb down on his back, D-Von shoots the half...

1...

Cobb kicks out but D-Von's not discouraged. He takes a few steps back towards his corner and tags Bubba Ray into the contest for the first time. The crowd pops big as the big man steps through the ropes.

Ranallo: To borrow a phrase, I think business is about to pick up!

Graves: What business is that? Dunkin Donuts?

Bubba makes it to Cobb just as the Hawaiian is getting up to his feet. Dudley launches into his trademark sequence, landing a couple of stiff jabs before doing his funny little dance and punctuating it att with a Bionic Elbow. It lands flush but Cobb catches himself on the ropes before falling down. Back in the home corner, Riddle as shouting at Cobb to fight back and also to tag him in, Bro. But Cobb's kinda helpless given his dazed state. He's totally exposed while he's trying to shake the cobwebs, giving Bubba some room to hit the ropes before coming back and plastering him with a Big Boot!

Still, Cobb stays on his feet, but buddy is loopy. Ray grabs a wrist and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but Cobb shifts weight and pulls off a counter. Bubba sprints across the ring and comes back looking for a lariat, but gets cut off when Cobb surprises him by ducking, popping him up into the air and nailing a Pop-Up Powerbomb! Surprise! The force of the landing shakes the squared circle and garners an impressed pop from the people. They're liking what they're seeing from this Cobb kid. 

Phillips: A HUGE Powerbomb from Cobb!

Ranallo: Just what he needed to get back in this match!

Being that he's a little beat up and unaware of his surroundings, Cobb doesn't make a quick cover. He finally has the sense to get up, and elects to style on the veteran a bit. Cobb turns his back on Bubba before leaping into the air and flipping back to hit a Moonsault! The uninitiated in the crowd scream their faces off, amazed that he could execute that move. But he isn't finished yet. Jeff completes the combo he calls Slamfest by getting right back up to hit a Standing Shooting Star Press! 

The fans are on their feet, clapping and cheering as Cobb makes the cover. Keibler's shouting at Bubba from ringside, begging him to kick out. The Official makes the count...

1...

2...

Bubba pushes Cobb off at two and sits up like the Undertaker, a look of total shock scribbled all over his face. Evidently he hadn't scouted Cobb before the contest and he seems just as surprised to have gotten hit with a couple of flips. Jeff gets up, and hearing the reaction, sports a grin like the cat that caught the mouse. His partner extends a hand and Cobb takes a much needed break to tag in his Bro for the first time that night. 

A renewed wave of applause from the people welcomes the former mixed martial artiest to the ring as he catapults himself over the top rope. Before Bubba can get up, Riddle runs over and hits him in the back with a soccer kick. The hardcore legend grimaces in pain like he just took a dozen shots from a kendo stick. Riddle runs to the ropes, comes back and matches that one with a boot to the chest that knocks Bubba flat on his back. Changing direction, Riddle hits the ropes on the hard cam side before coming back to land a Bro-Ton. From there, he rolls over, hooks a leg, and makes a cover...

1...

2...

Dudley powers out at two! But with all the momentum on his side, Riddle gets himself a "BRO" chant going from the people.

Graves: Is this like an ironic chant thing or is everyone in attendance tight an actual major league douchebag?

Ranallo: Don't be a hater Corey! Join the Bro-alition!

Graves: I'd rather eat glass.

Riddle pulls Dudley up with a hug from behind. But not cause he cares. And not because he's trying to execute the Heimlick Maneuver. No, it's a German suplex! Kabam! Matt drives Bubba neck first into the canvas with the move before picking him up and doing it all over again! He doesn't even go for a pin-fall after that cause he wants to hit a third, but Bubba's had just about enough and he breaks the hold this time. After a stiff uppercut to the kid, Bubba spins him around, locks in Full Nelson, and drops him with a sick Bubba Bomb! Dudley collapses beside Riddle, thinking about making a cover before he sees his partner asking for the tag in. They slap hands.

Phillips: I think I know what happens next...

Graves: Please. Anything but this...

When in fact, it is exactly that. Graves' worst fears and suspicions are confirmed when Bubba's goes back to Riddle, pulls his legs apart and is all like WAZZZZZZZZZUP? and D-Von climbs the turnbuckle and is all like WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP? The fans scream it too! Then D-Von flies through the air with the headbutt, coming down right on Riddle's Bro's! 

Except he doesn't! Cause Riddle pulls his legs free and catches D-Von on the way down in a Triangle Choke! It's incredible! Before Bubba can break it up, Cobb runs through the ring and tackles him and the both of them spill the ropes to the outside, leaving D-Von trapped in the deadly submission maneuver with nobody to save him!

Ranallo: Riddle countered with the Triangle Choke! Remarkable! His MMA background is paying dividends now!

Graves: He just spared us the embarrassment of wrestling's most dated move. Maybe this guy isn't so bad after all.

Phillips: This could spoil the Dudleyz' big return! A win over these legends would send the Chosen Bros right to the front of the pack in the tag team title hunt, too!

D-Von's free arm flails frantically while Riddle tugs down harder, cutting off all the air flow. He has the tricky submission locked in good and tight and it will just be a matter of seconds now before D-Von has to tap out or pass out. His arm slowly loses is strength and falls more ore less limp. The Referee takes him by the wrist and holds his hand up, only for it to fall back down. It's the classic test. Three times and he's out, just like baseball. The second time the Official checks for consciousness, he gets nothing. The crowd starts to buzz. This could be a huge win for the Chosen Bros - and certainly not the kind of outcome the Dudleyz were expecting!

For a third time, the Referee lifts D-Von's arm. Riddle torques just a little bit more to get that extra push to end the match. The Ref lets go of the arm...

Phillips: He's finished!

Ranallo: He's gotta be out cold!

No! D-Von somehow keeps it up by his own power! The Referee looks like he's seen a ghost! The fans are elated! Stacey is ecstatic!

Ranallo: Oh my Brother, Testify! By some kind of divine intervention, D-Von Dudley is still alive!

Graves: Just goes to show how little brain power this guy actually needs to operate.

D-von musters some renewed burst of energy to stand and hoist Riddle up. Matt is still holding on with his Triangle Choke, and can't believe his eyes when he finds himself getting pulled sky high. D-Von then slams him down with a sort of powerbomb to break the hold, just like Rampage that one time. Wowzers! Riddle rolls away back to his corner and tags in Cobb just as the big man is returning to the apron from the spill to the floor. 

Despite the bumps and bruises, Cobb accelerates into the ring and clobbers D-Von from behind as he's heading for a tag of his own. Unbeknownst to Jeff, D-Von slaps Bubba's hand as he too gets back just in time. The Hawaiian pulls D-Von towards the center of the ring, tugs him like he's setting up a Rainmaker but then scoops with up for a powerslam. Cobb rotates one-hundred-and-eighty degrees around, aiming to hit the Tour of the Islands, but finds Bubba Ray standing there!

Bubba decks Jeff with a haymaker, causing him to drop D-Von. He then takes Cobb by the wrist, whips him into the ropes and catches him coming back with a flapjack. D-Von pops up in the nick of time to finish it off with a massive 3D that rattles the ring and pops the crowd clean through the roof. With Stacey cheering them on from ringside, D-Von rolls away while Bubba shoots the half...

1...

2...

3...

DING DING

YOUR WINNERS...

THE DUDLEYZ

Bubba Ray and D-Von get their hands raised and Stacey joins them in the ring. Riddle quickly slides into to help his partner roll out of the ring and the two of them head for the back, heads held high knowing that they put up a heck of a fight against some legends in their big league debut. 

Phillips: Welcome home to the Dudleyz! What a return! No doubt they'll be watching the match between the Dynamic Duo and the Strong Dragons with a lot of interest.

Ranallo; You can bet the former champs will be gunning for those titles in no time. And I wouldn't be surprised to see the Chosen Bros bounce back quickly, too. It's tough to take a loss the first night on the job, but I saw a lot of promise in Riddle and Cobb and I look forward to seeing what they can do moving forward.

Graves: Potential versus legacy... great. Maybe-wills and has-been's are nice for filling out the division, but I'm not convinced any of these guys can lay a finger on Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.

Ranallo: Time will tell, Corey. Time will tell.

With their music playing, the Dudleyz head up the ramp while the UWF Universe sends them off with a standing ovation. Revolution continues elsewhere.

The scene opens up on Sinn Bodhi looking intensely into the camera.

Sinn Bodhi: I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry before. I’m seeing red and seething rage is the only thing I can feel. Undisputed Era has tried to make a mockery of each of us, and I’m not going to stand for it any longer. Something changed when Darby and I came back, we’re clicking in a different and better way and I think that’s why we’re on this win streak. Well now it’s time for something else to change. It’s time for Sinn Bodhi to stop being such a playful clown and get more serious, and there’s no better way to do that than no disqualifications. I need the release therapy of picking up a steel chair, or any item for that matter, and hitting Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong as hard as I possibly can.

I need you to bleed, boys, and I’m not going to be disappointed because you will, more than you’re comfortable with. This isn’t about living rent free in my head either, this is about getting fed up with disrespect. You’re going to regret every ounce of it and pay for your sins against the New Kingdom with your bodies. Then maybe I’ll have something to smile about, but until then, don’t expect to see anything but the expression looking at you right now.

The camera cuts away to Darby Allin leaning on his skateboard.

Darby Allin: Now you’ve done it. You’ve awoken a sleeping giant and don’t have anything to look forward to but bring crushed undertow as a result. If only you’d taken this more seriously, you may have arrived at your fate less severely but this is what you’ve chosen so now live with that choice, lie in the bed you’ve made and scream when the agony triggers your nervous system. Because it’s not just Sinn that you’ve angered, it’s also yours truly, and what are you to two angry maniacs in a place without rules and with weaponry except Undisputed tissue paper? Nothing.

And I can tell your bond is one intended to last until the casket drops. Well tonight, the casket drops onto all of your bodies and the New Kingdom continues to make our way through this division. And that is something that truly can’t be disputed.

The camera now cuts away to Vinny Marseglia posing in a dark purple light.

Vinny Marseglia: That’s right, my subjects, remain confident in the face of adversity and make me proud with the condition you leave those fools in tonight. As you do I will take care of the other affront to our rising empire, Katsuyori Shibata. Shibata, you still hold tightly to the claim that you know hate like I do and can weaponize and utilize it like I do and take pleasure in every moment of it but I maintain that you’re bluffing. You’re a chameleon trying to adapt to his surroundings and all that’s going to happen as a result is you’re going to get devoured by someone higher up on the food chain, that being me.

I know you want me to get what’s coming to me for attacking you but you shall have no vengeance this evening. Instead you will again be my victim, another of many playthings lingering in my courts that I’m hunting for the sport and thrill. And you don’t think it’s possible because of what you deem a gap in ability between us but I’m telling you once again that not only is it possible, it’s what’s going to happen. I tell no lies, Shibata, just like I tell no lies when I say that I will be the one that wins Aztec Warfare.

Then I get to play with weapons on others’ bodies like an instrument of torture upon an instrument of music and take away the glory that nineteen others want and keep it for myself because it means if I have it, all of you don’t. I’m in the business of taking and business is great. What won’t be great for any of you is the final sting to your pride when tonight and the night of Aztec Warfare you bow. That night to just your, “Horror King” and tonight before all of The New Kingdom. All hail.

The feed abruptly cuts to a pre-recorded shot of the Hollywood sign.

Tony Chimel's voice plays over the shot.

TONY CHIMEL 

In a word full of winners and losers, two men have risen above, to bring you... the Dirt Sheet!

An abrupt shift to a studio in which a freshly-groomed Johnny Morrison sits with his former tag team partner and multi-time UWF world champion The Miz.

JOHNNY MORRISON

Hello. I'm Johnny Morrison, and last night, both Idris Elba and Jamie Dornan asked me for dating tips.

Miz nods in agreement, accepting that as a universal truth without question, then adds...

THE MIZ

And I'm the chick magnet, the MIZ!

Morrison leans back in all his stone-faced glory.

Tonight is a very special comeback edition of the Dirt Sheet, in which we celebrate everything the UWF has achieved in the past six months with... the Dirties!

The pair suddenly get super serious for a moment. There's a pregnant pause as they stare off into the distance. With the gravity of the Dirties effectively established, a title card rolls across the screen.

For our first award of the season, Most Likely to Cop a Feel of the Waitress at a Truck Stop, the nominees are...

...Adam Cole...

...Vinny Marseglia, OR...

...Hornswoggle.

The shot cuts back to Miz and Morrison.

And the winner of the Dirty is...

Miz takes a card handed in by someone off-screen. He opens it, shows it to Johnny, and they speak together...

MIZ AND MORRISON, TOGETHER

Adam Cole!

Both men look genuinely shocked. Morrison turns to the Miz. Miz turns to Morrison.

I thought for sure it was going to be Vinny with those good groping hands.

Miz shakes his head.

After what he did to you in that ring, I thought Swoggle was the frontrunner.

Morrison shrugs.

Swoggle clearly likes men. And as we all know, waitresses are never men.

Miz accepts this explanation, throwing the winner card over his shoulder.

Our next Dirty is for Suckiest Champion in the History of the Company. And the nominees are...

Becky Lynch...

...Katsuyori Shibata, or...

Ultramantis Black. And the winner is...

Another pause. A drumroll plays. A card is handed to Morrison. He opens it and shows it to the Miz.

BECKY LYNCH!

Once again, the men seem shocked. Miz, wide-eyed, blinks as he stares at the camera. Suddenly, it's as if something dawns on Morrison.

It took me a second, but I get it. While Shibata is so forgettable we used the wrong picture a minute ago...

Miz chimes in.

Honestly these New Japan types all look the same to me... 

Morrison keeps rolling, ignoring that casual racism.

...and Ultramantis Black is a greasy little cheater, it's a multiversal truth that girls always suck.

Miz looks at Morrison as his jaw hits the floor.

Dude, are you allowed to say that?

Morrison smiles knowingly at Miz.

I can say anything I want.

Another pregnant pause, and then Miz looks at the camera solemnly as Morrison does the same.

And our final Dirty of this, the First Dirties in forever, is for Most Likely to Win Aztec Warfare. And the nominees are...

Johnny Morrison...

...The Cosmic Crusader, or...

...Johnny Revolution. And the winner is...

Another drumroll. Longer this time. The suspense is building. Johnny takes the card from someone off-screen and opens it. He looks at The Miz as he shows him the card.

Of course, it was SO obvious!

JOHNNY REVOLUTION!

Morrison throws the card over his shoulder.

Frankly, I'm shocked they haven't just handed me the title.

Everyone else in that match is a certified loser. I mean, I heard one of them gropes truck stop waitresses.

Morrison nods.

That is verifiably true. But it's not fair to make fun of all the failures this company has assembled. After all, in life, there's winners and there's losers.

And in spite of the return of the supposedly-legendary Dudleys this week, we are the legendary-est tag champions in the history of the UWF.

BE JEALOUS.

The feed cuts away to that Hollywood sign graphic again as some music plays the boys out. The show moves on.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a no disqualifications tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

”I Am Above” by In Flames is the theme as two-thirds of The New Kingdom come walking out, Darby Allin and the “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi. Sinn and Darby look at one another before looking ahead and making their way to the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Seattle, Washington and Toronto, Ontario, Canada respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds. Representing The New Kingdom, the team of Darby Allin and the, “Warlord of Weird” Sinn Bodhi!

Each man enters the ring as Darby heads to the top and crosses his arms across his chest as Sinn removes his mask to reveal his painted face. Darby falls backward and appears he’s set to hit the mat but he rolls and lands on his feet as Sinn laughs and asks the crowd, ”Are you ready to get weird?” as the two men now prepare for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And their opponents...

SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.

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.

Tony 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. Bobby breaks from his pose to remind his partner to get up, which he does. They both wait eagerly for their match to start.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and both Undisputed Era men charge full bore at the New Kingdom as Darby Allin is in the middle of stepping out of the ring. Allin is shoved off the apron by Fish and sent tumbling to the floor outside before both UE men start laying into Sinn Bodhi with stiff blows to the body and face. Bodhi tries to defend himself, shoving Fish away, but as he does he exposes himself on the other flank and catches a forearm from Strong straight to the jaw that has him reeling into the corner. Strong then cinches around his waist and lifts him for a quick German suplex before Fish goes for the cover, essentially making himself the legal man in this no disqualifications tag match. The official drops down to count, but Bodhi kicks out after one, so Fish traps him in a seated chinlock as Strong slides out of the ring to deal with Allin. When he gets to Allin, however, the Invisible Man makes good on his nickname and quickly rolls under a lazy right before connecting with a hard dropkick to the back of the knee! Strong falls to one knee and that's all the invitation Allin needs to somersault backward to his feet, then run and leap right over Strong, flipping in mid air and catching Roddy around the head on the way down to hit a modified stunner! The fans pop as Allin pops back to his feet and heads into the ring, where Fish has Bodhi trapped in the corner and is hammering away at the big man with some shoot kicks.

Tom Phillips: A handful of minutes into this match-up and already the fans are getting more action than they can probably follow as both teams capitalize on the no disqualifications stipulation.

Corey Graves: Wouldn't you, Tom? Neither of these teams is known for playing well within the rules, so you had to anticipate this one was going to be chaotic.

Mauro Ranallo: Chaotic for certain, but also bloody! I'd be very surprised if all of the competitors leave the arena of their own accord here tonight.

Allin grabs Fish around the waist, but Bobby manages to spin round and lock up behind Allin. Allin, however, spins back around behind Fish, then shoves him at Bodhi as the Sideshow Psycho bursts out of the corner and turns Fish inside out with a brutal Hellion Hammer! Fish immediately rolls out of the ring, showing phenomenal wherewithal in spite of the hellacious blow he's just suffered. Bodhi pursues, rolling out of the ring, but as soon as he lands on his feet on the floor, Fish brings an arm up between his legs and low blows him! The fans erupt in heat as Fish uses Bodhi's shoulder as a prop to pull himself to his feet, then pulls down his knee pad theatrically before driving Sinn's face hard into his kneecap. The Freakshow falls on his back, clutching his painted face, as Fish fixes his kneepad, only to then watch wide-eyed as Allin launches himself over the top rope and hits a somersault suicide dive!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Tope suicida!

Corey Graves: Jesus, Mauro, mind not spitting on me?

Allin finds his feet again quickly, but he's grabbed by the shoulder from behind. Roderick Strong spins him around and Allin goes for a spinning heel kick, but Strong has it scouted and catches Allin in a standing cradle before lifting him up and throwing him spine-first into the apron! Allin folds backwards in an ugly way and falls in a heap on the floor as Strong turns immediately to help Fish to his feet.

Tom Phillips: Roderick Strong showing some killer instinct with that brutal apron-assisted backbreaker.

Corey Graves: I'm telling you, this Undisputed Era is the future face of the UWF's tag division. They're brilliant!

With Fish back on his feet, the UE men grab Bodhi and roll him into the ring. Strong rolls in after him and pulls Sinn up into an abdominal stretch, really torquing the hold as Fish rummages under the ring and retrieves a kendo stick! The fans are booing loudly as Fish climbs up the ring steps and enters between the ropes, Bodhi still trapped in the stretch. Roddy grins as he holds the stick up high, then winds it up and CRACKS Bodhi right on the exposed ribs with the hard wood! The sound is sickening as the stick shudders on impact, but Bodhi laughs off the pain. This somewhat unnerves Strong, who winds up again and drives the blow home to the Carnival Freak's ribs once again. Bodhi starts to laugh louder still, and now Fish and Strong are starting to get real unnerved as Fish tosses the kendo stick aside and Strong transitions Bodhi to a pumphandle clutch before lifting him up and dropping him on Fish's knee for a backbreaker! The move is absolutely brutal and the collective gasp of the crowd reflects that as now Fish hooks the leg, Strong rolling out of the ring to go deal with Allin again.

1...

2...

...NO! Sinn Bodhi gets the shoulder up at two and a half!

Corey Graves: Gotta give it to that painted-face freak, he sure is tough as nails.

Mauro Ranallo: That might just be the understatement of the year, Corey!

As Strong rounds the apron to deal with Darby, who is using it to recover, the Daredevil grabs the kendo stick discarded earlier by Fish. Strong doesn't see the blow coming as Allin brings the stick across in a wide arc and catches him upside the head, staggering him. Roderick stumbles toward the barricade; with that bit of separation, Allin leaps up onto the apron and as Roddy turns round he is hit by a springboard back splash and both men fall into the barricade, which shudders but stays standing against the impact. Meanwhile in the ring, Fish has Bodhi on one knee with his arm elevated and starts to step over for a cross armbreaker, but Bodhi finds a surge of energy and stands, lifting Fish and dropping him back with a suplex! The fans pop for this display as well as Allin's springboard maneuver as Bodhi pushes to hands and knees and laughs loudly, then climbs to his feet. Bodhi walks slowly and deliberately toward Fish, who is arching his back and grimacing from the impact of the suplex. Bodhi heads right over to the grounded UE man and grabs his head with both hands, using his vice-like grip to lift Fish right off the canvas in what is essentially a deadlift before throwing him bodily into the turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Fish again impacts the buckles with his back, but before he can stumble out of the corner, Bodhi charges right at him and connects with a bone-crunching splash, then underhooks one arm and throws him to the canvas with an arm drag! Fish rolls to hands and knees, but Bodhi charges right at him and crashes on top of him with the Hell-bow to the back of the head! Fish falls flat on the canvas as Bodhi rises to his feet, once again cackling maniacally. The official moves to check on Bobby, rolling him onto his back and following through with the knockout protocol, but as he does and Bodhi watches, Strong manages to get the better of Allin on the outside and drops him with an ugly-as-sin tiger bomb onto the ring steps!

Tom Phillips: Oh my God, Darby Allin may have just been snapped in two!

Corey Graves: There Strong goes again, using his environment like the alpha predator he is!

Strong slides into the ring and Bodhi turns to face him, only for Roddy to connect with a rushing Sick Kick! Bodhi falls backwards and trips over the referee, bringing both men to the ground and momentarily buying the Era a reprieve from a knockout ruling as Strong again hauls Fish to his feet and pushes him into a corner, repeatedly smacking his face to try and knock some sense back into him. Fish finally has his lights switched back on, but as he does Bodhi finds his feet and charges in for the kill on Strong. A wide-eyed Fish is all Strong needs to know he has to move and he dives the heck out of dodge, but Fish isn't so lucky as Bodhi damn near decapitates him with a corner Hellion's Hammer! Fish ragdolls in the corner, hanging like Christ from the cross on the ropes as Bodhi finds his feet quickly, but Strong is already behind him and he lifts Bodhi up and over with a quick Olympic Slam! Bodhi rolls through on impact however, and he is somehow right back to his feet, only to be hit with a quick toe kick before being lifted up and over into the End of Heartache! The fans erupt in boos as Strong hooks the leg and the recovered official falls in to count.

1...

2...

...NO! Darby Allin breaks up the pinfall with a Coffin Drop!

Corey Graves: Wha... Ho... I don't believe it!

Mauro Ranallo: COFFIN DROP! DARBY ALLIN SAVES THE MATCH WITH A COFFIN DROP OUT OF NOWHERE!

The fans erupt in a huge pop with three of four men down, the aerial maneuver having done its damage on Allin too after he had been dropped on those unforgiving ring steps. Fish, meanwhile, hangs from the top ropes in the corner, still trying to shake off the cobwebs. Somehow it is Bodhi who finds his feet first, and as he turns around and sees Fish stumbling out of the corner in a daze, Sinn charges looking for another Hellion Hammer. Fish has had enough hammers to last a lifetime, though, and as Bodhi goes for the lariat he ducks under and pulls Sinn into a quick schoolboy before transitioning to the Fish Hook Deluxe Edition submission hold! The fans again erupt with loud booing as Fish applies maximum pressure to the heel, threatening to break it. Bodhi seizes a rope and the official announces the rope break, but Fish is out of his wits and he just keeps twisting that ankle, threatening to snap it. With no disqualifications, he can't be stopped by the rules, but Allin again saves his partner by diving on Fish and smashing him in the face with a forearm! The hold is released, Bodhi pulls away and clutches his ankle, and everyone seems in a desperate spot as the official surveys the carnage in the ring.

Tom Phillips: These two teams are fighting like the UWF World Tag Championships are on the line here tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: You could tell there was no love lost as they traded barbs earlier this week and it's showing here in the ring. But nobody is going to give up easily.

Roderick Strong finds his feet first, looking at his tag partner who has pulled himself into a seated position in a corner with something resembling concern as it's clear Fish has the thousand-mile stare and may be concussed at this point. Roddy then looks at the New Kingdom men: Bodhi, leaning on a bottom rope and still nursing his ankle, while Darby is using some turnbuckles to find his feet. Knowing it's now or never, Strong moves in on Allin and pulls him from the corner, but Allin shakes free and hits a quick shoulder thrust that doubles over Roderick before leaping over his back to hit the Yoshi Tonic! Allin sits out into the pin and the fans count along!

1...

2...

...NO! Roderick Strong kicks out!

Corey Graves: Yes! The Strong man kicks out!

Mauro Ranallo: Did you just crack a dad joke? I think you just committed gimmick enfringement, Graves.

Corey Graves: Oh, sue me.

As he kicks out, Roddy uses the momentum to roll backward and to his feet as Darby does the same. Both men run at each other, Strong looking for a quick clothesline but Allin leaps off his feet and connects with a shotgun dropkick! Strong is sent crashing to the canvas and Allin rushes for the corner, practically leaping up into Coffin Drop position. Unfortunately for him, Strong surges back to his feet and grabs Allin's ankle, pulling harshly and causing Allin to fall onto his tailbone on the top turnbuckle! An ounce of pain shoots up Allin's spine and that's all Strong needs to capitalize as he pulls the Daredevil into a fireman's carry, walks straight to the middle of the ring, and then drops him into the double knee gutbuster! He hooks the leg.

Mauro Ranallo: Death by Roderick!

1...

2...

...3! 

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish,

THE UNDISPUTED ERA!

Tom Phillips: In an absolutely brutal contest, the Undisputed Era have put themselves into the conversation as top contenders for the tag team titles.

Corey Graves: I've been saying they're champions from the moment they walked in here. I can't wait to tell you all I told you so when they win the belts.

Mauro Ranallo: Easy there, Corey, they still need to claim the contendership.

Strong has his arm raised before heading over to pull Fish to his feet and celebrate with him. Meanwhile, Bodhi rolls out of the ring, dragging Allin along with him to regroup on the outside. The show carries on elsewhere.

*we see Jimmy with his back against a wall*

Jimmy Havoc: Well, things didn't go as i expected. Oh well, my goal is still becoming UWF World Champion and also, that mini alliance with Ultramantis, it's not gonna happen now that i can't do the backup plan. Bye, i guess. 

*Jimmy walks away and disappears from.the image of the camera to conclude the segment*

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Coming soon to UWF Pay Per View

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Sounds of Shibata fill the atmosphere as do cheers for the wrestler. As the cheers clear however, we hear the boos that always remain when Shibata appears, as not everyone agrees with his idea of wrestling. The Wrestler still isn't present however, as he will only enter when his name is announced.

Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF Intercontinental Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!

Shibata calmly walks out with his head down and championship in hand. 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 slides his championship in the the ring, 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 before the championship. 

Slowly, Shibata finally lifts his head towards the entrance way, his eyes filled with fire directed right to his opponent as he waits for them to appear.

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.

VS

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, both men run to the center of the ring and start unloading with punches. Neither man backs down but Shibata has the clear advantage is a striking competition. That doesn't seem to stop Vinny though who takes the hits and smiles through it, still throwing punches himself. Despite this, he's still losing ground as Shibata is able to back him to the ropes. He doesn't try to do anything else, instead focusing on attacking Vinny with his strikes. It's not until the ref counts to 4 that he finally backs off, not wanting to get disqualified. He wants to have Vinny to himself for quite a bit more time. Vinny however takes advantage of the situation and runs over, taking the Intercontinental Champion down with a lariat! Shibata gets back up to his feet right away and throws a punch but Vinny grabs it and twists it around his back, placing him in an hammerlock. Shibata throws a back elbow to break free but Vinny ducks it and Shibata ends up spinning around to face Vinny. Marseglia is already down low and easily rushes Shibata into the corner, giving him a few shoulder thrusts to weaken him down a bit. 

Tom Phillips: Not much wrestling going on here so far. 

Mauro Ranallo: They both want a fight and I'm sure that's what we'll see here tonight. 

Corey Graves: Did you guys see that hammerlock though? That's wrestling 101. 

Marseglia grabs Shibata and brings him out of the corner, turning around so that his back is facing the corner. From there he executes a suplex, Shibata's feet hitting the ropes. He may be feeling better but with his recent history of leg troubles, Vinny seems to be taking advantage of that. He grabs Shibata by the hair and just straight up drags him to the center of the ring as if he was Jason Vorhees. He bends down to to laugh in The Wrestler's face but Shibata throws his foot up to kick him on the top of his head. Marseglia is stunned and Shibata quickly gets back up to his feet. He runs at Vinny with a dropkick but the Horror King side steps it causing Shibata to hit nothing but air and land on his belly. He curls up onto his hands and knees holding his stomach but Vinny comes up behind him and deadlifts him into a german suplex! Vinny keeps the arms locked, bringing him back up and hitting a second german suplex. Still the arms remained locked as Vinny rises once more. This time however Shibata is able to hook his foot behind Vinny's leg. He throws some elbows to the ribs of Vinny that finally breaks his hold. Shibata turns around and throws a head kick but Vinny ducks just in time, instead grabbing his leg and lifting him up before slamming him down to the mat with a powerbomb! Vinny makes the pin.

1 . . .

2 . . .

Shibata kicks out! Vinny immediately grabs his leg and turns him over onto his stomach in a half crab. Shibata yells out in pain and tires his best to rush towards the ropes. Vinny pulls on his leg even harder and ends up falling backwards on top of him., Shibata moves around and is able to maneuver his body away from him and uses his free leg to kick Vinny in the face to break the hold. Both men rush to their feet but it's Vinny who catches him with a headlock takeover, keeping him smothered to the mat. 

Corey Graves: Shibata told Vinny he wasn't a good wrestler but all match long I've seen him out wrestle the so called "Wrestler". 

Mauro Ranallo: Shibata has definitely refrained from using his normal style, instead opting to punish Vinny and I think Marseglia may have been right. He's not used to this style and it may end up costing him. 

The fans try to rally behind Shibata and it allows The Wrestler to come back to life, rising back to a vertical base and delivering some elbows to the gut to break free. It's all for naught though as Vinny delivers a swift knee to the gut to take away any hope that Shibata may have had. Vinny then irish whips him into the corner. Marseglia runs right at him but Shibata gets the boot up. Just what Vinny was expecting. He pulls Shibata out of the corner, the Intercontinental Champion landing right on his knee with a backbreaker! Vinny pulls him away from the ropes and makes another cover.

1 . . .

2 . . .

Shibata kicks out again! All this does is make Vinny smile. He's always more than happy to hurt his opponents more. He grabs a hold of Shibata and brings him back up. He's standing behind him and lifts him up for a belly to back suplex but Shibata flips over him and lands on his feet. Vinny turns around only to eat a stiff kick to the chest followed by another, and then another. Shibata then kicks him at the side of his leg, buckling him down to his knees. He finishes things with a knee right to the face! Vinny falls face first and looks to be out just like that. Shibata doesn't care though, instead turning him over and placing him in a figure four leg lock. He then grabs his head and it's looking like he's trying for the Super Strong Lock but Vinny comes to life, instead batting him away with a few punches. He's able to drag himself to the ropes and the ref forces Shibata to break the hold. 

Shibata releases the hold and tries to go right on the attack once more but the ref holds him back since Vinny is in the ropes. Shibata is trying to get around him but it's not working. Vinny suddenly rushes Shibata, trying to catch him off guard again but the Intercontinental Champion was expecting this, catching him full force with a headbutt! Vinny falls backwards through the ropes and out to the floor below. The Wrestler doesn't give him any time to breathe, heading out there as well and picking him up before tossing him back into the ring. Vinny tries to crawl away but Shibata is right there. He holds onto Marseglia and delivers a few kawada kicks to weaken him. He then picks him up onto his shoulders. Vinny looks out of it and he's only in for more trouble as he eats a knee to the face courtesy of the Go To Sleep! Instead of following up with a pin, Shibata just stands there, looking down at Vinny.

Tom Phillips: Not once has Shibata gone for a pin. 

Mauro Ranallo: You heard him in the lead up to this match, he's out to punish Vinny Marseglia. 

Corey Graves: I'm obviously not the biggest Vinny Marseglia fan but this has to be one of the dumbest things you can do. Finish him Shibata!

Shibata is still just staring down at Vinny who lies there motionless. There's no emotion on his face, just a blank stare, almost as if he's in a trance. Fans are making lots of noise but none of it is getting through to the Intercontinental Champion. Shibata finally seems to bend down to grab Vinny but the Horror King suddenly springs to life and catches him with an inside cradle!

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . .

But NO! Shibata kicks out just in time! He rushes to his feet and goes for a PK but Vinny moves out of the way just in time. Shibata kicked so hard that the miss causes him enough time that when he turns around, Vinny has jumped at him and drives his head into the mat with the Jump Scare! Vinny's not done there though, he goes straight to the corner, climbing up top. He's a little slow, perhaps his head's still not all right but he gets there. With Shibata lying in the ring, Vinny jumps off with the Redrum! Shibata gets his knees up just in time however and Vinny's back crashes into them. 

Tom Phillips: Neither man looks to have gained a real edge there. 

Corey Graves: No matter what he says, there's no way that leg is going to be 100% for Aztec Warfare. 

Shibata tries to crawl towards Vinny but the former UWF Champion rolls out of the ring. Shibata doesn't follow him out, instead opting to use this time to recover. That may have ended up being the smart thing as after awhile he looks over to see Vinny stand up with chair in his hand that he grabbed from under the ring! Shibata quickly rises to his feet as Vinny comes in and swings right for his head! Shibata moves out of the way just in time and dropkicks the chair, it hitting Vinny right in the face! Marseglia is dazed and Shibata looks to finish things until suddenly Vinny just spits blood into his face! The Intercontinental Champion is blinded long enough for Vinny to toss the chair back and crack it over his head! 

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Katsuyori Shibata!

The champion goes down like a ton of bricks and Vinny isn't nearly done. He grabs the chair and wraps it around Shibata's leg. By this time, Security has come running out, apparent that they were on standby for this match. They safely whisk Shibata away while blocking Vinny from getting near him. It's hard to see if the blood running down Shibata's face is his own or the one Vinny spit on him. Either way they've been successfully pulled apart as the show moves on. 

The scene fades into Dream hanging out backstage. The room fills with a purple light as he stares at the camera with a smile. He takes some time before speaking. He nods as if someone is talking to him off screen. 

Velveteen Dream: The Dream's deep slumber is over. When I've had my life threatened, the Dream wasn't scared. Cause the Dream never dies. The EXPERIENCE will always live on. The Velveteen Dream is a living God, and I have said it before: the Dream controls his destiny. I make my dreams come true and your nightmares a reality, and look at the nightmare that looms over Revolution. You got yourself a champion who has no right to the throne. When you get rid of your saviour, then destruction will befall upon you—but fear not! The Velveteen Dream is back. I'd love to say that the Dream is 100%, back and better than ever, but the Dream is gonna need to ease back in.

"That's right!" a voice says offscreen before coming in to reveal Lio Rush.

Lio Rush: You see, Dream is right. Six months—SIX MONTHS—He's been out of action. The Dream is a natural, baby, but even naturals need to relearn the ropes once and awhile. And that leg of his will never be at peak performance again. Dropping from 100% to 99% is all enough to make a difference, ya feel me?

Dream chips back in. 

Velveteen Dream: But even at 99%, the Dream is still better than every single member on this roster. And this is the beginning of a new story for the Velveteen Dream Experience. And I am looking forward to finally claiming the UWF championship and calling it mine.

DREAM OVER!

The scene fades out. 

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a singles contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

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.

The screams fills the arena as Ultramantis Black accompanied by Dr Cube step out through the curtain. Ultramantis Black raises his staff as he walks down to the ring. Dr Cube laughs Maniacally as the Devious one enters the ring. 

“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK” 

Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.

DING! DING!

The bell rings, as Ultramantis lowers his staff out of the ring to the outside. He then turns back in, as Tessa is warming up in the corner for this fight. She steps forward in the ring and gives a subtle hand gesture to Black to bring the fight. Black then clicks his neck, and walks forward to meet Tessa in the middle of the ring. The two lock eyes, and Tessa pushes her upper body out to gain better posture in a stronger way.

Corey Graves: Tessa better stand back, she’s dealing with the UWF Spectral Openweight Champion here! Not pinned ever in singles competition. Big league stuff.

Mauro Ranallo: Corey, stop patronising her, she’s our UWF Television Champion, and a dominant one at that. She can stand her own, as she’ll show you, if she hasn’t already with her undefeated ways.

Tessa shoves Ultramantis Black by the chest back from this faceoff, and with the impact he repels back to the ropes in where he looks out to the crowd, and then down to his manager Dr Cube. He sighs, and then turns around and sends a harsh punch to the mouth of Tessa. She hunches over, clutching in on her mouth, from the impact of the punch.

Ultramantis Black then leads Blanchard by the hair, and then takes the arm to throw her towards the ropes. On returnal, Ultramantis swings for a lariat that Blanchard ducks and goes under, pushing Ultramantis by the back forward to the ropes. As Ultramantis rebounds, Tessa slides down quickly and hits a snap german suplex on Ultramantis, and he rolls over to his feet, and shakes his finger at Tessa on the mat.

Tom Phillips: Resilience on display here from Ultramantis Black.

Tessa pushes up to gain a footed base, as Ultramantis stands, but as he is already up, he runs to the ropes and goes to try and boot Tessa before she’s up, but she manages to catch the leg and trip Ultramantis over to his face. She then grapevines the legs of Ultramantis and slaps the back of his head to tease him for this.

Blanchard then stands up from the grounded position on Ultramantis, and leaves him face down on the mat. She then dusts her hands off and walks around in a circle, and then suddenly Ultramantis Black turns around so we see an opposite side of the two facing off from the ground to a standing position.

Mauro Ranallo: It seems like Tessa Blanchard has got Ultramantis down on the ground, as she stands tall here.

Corey Graves: It’s only temporary Mauro, don’t get your hopes up.

Tessa then suddenly lashes down at the grounded Black with a boot right to the forehead, sending him crashing back down and stunning him temporarily. She reaches down, and puts Black in a front facelock to hold him as she pulls him up to his feet, and then lays another club into the back to maintain that they’re not going to fight back right this moment.

Blanchard then switches the position on the headlock and leads it, as she runs up to the ropes, springing off the middle rope and flattening Ultramantis Black back down to the mat with a stunning Springboard Bulldog. However, Tessa chooses not to go for the pinfall at this time. She heads over to the corner and charges up Ultramantis Black.

Tom Phillips: Looks like Tessa could be charging for the running knee strike! This is a downward spiral that doesn’t look too pleasing to Black’s chances of winning!

Corey Graves: Calm down Tom, it’ll all work out. It always does…

Tessa charges ahead to Ultramantis Black who is now in a kneeling position and strikes him with a hard knee, sending his legs flying up into the air, as he lays on his front from the impact making him roll over. Blanchard then scurries to turn over Black, in which she does, and hooks the inside leg for a pinfall attempt.

One….

Two…

Ultramantis kicks out defiantly at two, but only rolls over from the impact that move has dealt out to him. Blanchard is in a slight bit of disappointment from mere two count and not a victory already. Knowing what she must do, in heading to the top rope to put this one to a close, with a finishing maneuver with Ultramantis’ name on it.

Tessa starts charging up Ultramantis on the ground, and to get up to his feet ready for Tessa In The Sky With Diamonds. Ultramantis stirs around slightly, on his hands and knees. He eventually finds some footing and gets up to his feet, and Tessa pushes up on the rope to prepare for the move, and dives off!

Mauro Ranallo: Tessa in the Sky with Dia- NO!

Suddenly, just as Tessa was about to hit the mauveur, Ultramantis pulled the referee in front of him, meaning both of them took the impact of the maneuver, with the referee taking most of the blow. The referee rolls under the ropes from the blow, Ultramantis lays aside, and as Tessa got pretty squashed on the weight of two people, she lays motionless too.

Corey Graves: C’mon! What do we do now? Wait for them to get up?! This is wrestling, get some action there.

Mauro Ranallo: Well Corey, since there isn’t a referee to count a fall, we can’t put an end to this matchup just yet!

Tom Phillips: Surely it’d be an idea bringing out another referee- wait? Who’s that? Is that-

Out of nowhere, Jimmy Havoc starts running down the ramp, having seen a prime opportunity to get a beating in on Ultramantis Black ahead of Aztec Warfare. He slides in, going over to Ultramantis Black and then hooking the rainmaker position in on him, and started to pull him up to his feet.

As Jimmy Havoc has Ultramantis set up for the Acid Rainmaker, he gestures a slit across his throat. He then goes to pull up Ultramantis for the Acid Rainmaker, but Black ducks, and hits the recovered Tessa Blanchard with the Acid Rainmaker lariat which turns her inside out! Havoc looks around in shock, and turns around with disgust for Ultramantis Black.

However, before he can do anything, he gets thrown out of the ring by his head out to the floor where he crashes hard on the floor. Ultramantis then hooks both arms of Tessa Blanchard and lifts her under his legs. He then lifts her up for the Praying Mantis Bomb, and connects with it! He then nudges the referee and hooks both of the legs.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Ultramantis Black!

Dr Cube gets into the ring to go to congratulate his friend Ultramantis Black, but are rudely interrupted with a big boot from Jimmy Havoc who has rolled back into the ring, Ultramantis then goes to defend Dr Cube, but is met with a quick one armed straight jacket position, in which Jimmy Havoc pulls Ultramantis in for an Acid Rainmaker, laying him flat out.

Mauro Ranallo: Chaos out here as Jimmy Havoc is looking to soften up Ultramantis Black for Aztec Warfare!

With that, Jimmy continues to lay down a beating on Ultramantis, with several repetitive kicks pounding him into the mat, venting several frustrations. He then swings and leaves a punt to his back since he has decided to roll over slightly. Tessa gets back up, still slightly staggered, and clips Havoc by the back of the head with a lariat. Tessa gets revenge on the former champion for costing her the match but it's not long until Becky Lynch comes running down the ramp. Tessa has no idea until Becky stomps on the back of her head and starts laying into her. Meanwhile Sami Zayn has also come running down at ringside but he's got the Spectral Dreams Openweight Championship with him. He's all smiles as he stands on the announce table and lifts the title up high.

Corey Graves: Could this be what we see at the end of No Mercy? Could Sami Zayn be the new UWF Champion? 

Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count my chickens too early Corey, here comes the people the Dynamic Duo refused to fight earlier tonight!

The Strong Dragons come running out, Henry sliding into the ring while Kyle goes over to Sami. Zayn doesn't even realize he's behind him until Kyle kicks his legs, sweeping his feet out from under him and Sami landing hard on the table. Henry meanwhile has pulled Becky off of Tessa and starts ramming his shoulder into her in the corner. Not to be outdone, the Undisputed Era come running out from the crowd, hopping the barricade and taking out Kyle. Henry realizes this and exits out of the ring to fight all three members but the numbers game is too much. Help comes to even the odds though as the newest members of the Revolution locker room, The Dudleyz come running down the ramp to do battle with the Undisputed Era! 

All six men are brawling while in the ring, Ultramantis comes to. He sees his Spectral Dreams Openweight Championship lying by the announce table and goes to retrieve it. He leaves the ring and walks over, picking it up. what he doesn't notice however is that Vinny Marseglia has come out from under the ring! Mantis turns around and gets leveled by Vinny! The Horror King is so busy beating him down that he doesn't see that Shibata has come down the ramp with a chair in hand, whacking it across his back! If there wasn't enough chaos already, Roman Reigns comes running out from the back with Hornswoggle on his back! Not one to miss out on any fun, Johnny Morrison comes out from the back, shrugging at the camera and deciding to slide into the ring. The Undisputed Era and the Dudleyz are still fighting and so Johnny jumps onto the apron and springboard off the ropes with the Interstellar Leap, taking out all 6 men! 

Tom Phillips: This is absolute chaos, what happened to all the security we had earlier!? 

Mauro Ranallo: I'm getting word that they were all attacked backstage. 

The Usos are coming out from the back to join the fray but before they can, they're knocked off stage by the Chosen Bros! The New Kingdom have come through the crowd to help Vinny out with Shibata. Tessa is now getting her revenge against Becky in the ring while Jimmy Havoc is off fighting Roman. Hornswoggle is running around between the chaos with what looks like a grenade in his hand just screaming. On the stage, Velveteen Dream gets wheeled out on a couch, just watching the chaos unfold with a smile on his face as the show comes to a close. 

END OF SHOW

Credits

Chosen Bros vs Dudleyz - Fauche

Ultramantis vs Tessa - George

Undisputed Era vs New Kingdom - Crann

Hornswoggle vs Reigns - Dresden

Shibata vs Marseglai - Danny

[Dres]

Nice touch opening the show with the contract signing. Good to see Drake and of course, Danny and Fauche and Semi were all on their game here making for a fantastic segment.

Also enjoyed the interaction between Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Reilly. Interesting little conversation here.

Albo is back and coming out swinging with the reintroduction of his stable The Dudleyz and Stacy. Strong promo here.

UE continues to be white hot with their promo, glad for that contribution to the show as well.

Great tag team match and a win for the returning legend.

Loved The Dirt Sheet. Short and sweet rundown that flowed nicely.

Hell of a No DQ match. My guys looked good but Half kicked my ass in that thread so I kind of figured things were going to go his way so congrats on the victory.

Had fun going 4-4 with Roach this week, his Shibata is really something and the finish opens the door for more so I’m down with that.

DREAM OVER!

Good main event with the top champ remaining undefeated. Crazy post-match stuff to hype Aztec Warfare. I liked it.

Great show!

[halfofasphere]

it's always great to start off the show with something big, and there's nothing bigger than a good ol fashioned contract signing. each participant played their character and part well, really great tension building with the fight tease at the end

great to see miz is back. kinda wanna see him uncursed with what happened to the guy who last played him and there's no one who can do the job like crann

was really fun writing the promo with fauche. don't know why the coding messed up but i hope it's still easy to follow along with. fauche definitely wrote more than me so i'll try and pull my weight a little more nice time. just wanted to add that neither him nor i knew where it was going or where it is going to go in the future. we'll see.

the swoggle vs reigns match was everything i wanted it to be, gj dres. the commentary is just PRISTINE

good to see albo back. i've heard plenty of good things about you, especially you as the dudley boyz, and i can't wait to see what you can do. i, for one, am pretty scared

good match between heelboi and albo. hope the loss doesn't discourage heelboi because the chosen bros are a great team and he plays them well

nice new kingdom promo. dres has definitely shown some commitment by sticking with vinny this long and his voice as vinny definitely shows how much experience he has with him

funny segment from crann but this means war

very good no DQ match. had a lot of crazy spots and i don't think either team has much to be ashamed of. love the coffin drop to break up the cover. same with the tiger bomb on the ring steps

short and sweet promo from fja. been seeing some definite improvement in the aztec warfare thread. i'm pulling for you my man win that match

like the touch of a little commercial or hype package as a kind of break to the show

good match between vinny and shibata. love that shibata in matches is as out to punish as he is in his TTs.

another short and sweet promo this time from max. glad to see the dream back as max's dream is almost unstoppable and he's been doing great in the aztec warfare thread

a pretty decent match leading up to a magnificent clusterfuck ending segment. it was great. nice touch that the strong dragons came out to attack the dynamic duo after they walked out of the contract signing, and also that shibata got retribution with the chair. hornswoggle running around with a grenade was hilarious and really just summarizes the entire segment. dream watching the carnage is also great. just amazing.