Revolution 2/19/20 Edition

[Danny]

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 as we see the aftermath of Aztec Warfare.

Tom Phillips: In six man action, it’s The Usos and Naomi versus The Dudleyz.

Mauro Ranallo: In tag team competition, Sammy Guevara and Leyton Buzzard take on the team of the Chosen Bros.

Corey Graves: Plus Tessa Blanchard will defend her Television Championship against Jimmy Havoc.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event it’s Adam Cole, Velveteen Dream, and Ultramantis Black in a three-way dance to crown the number one contender to the UWF Championship.

Mauro Ranallo:But first we have the returning Code Rhodes and the debut of Eli Drake!



DING! DING!


Smoke emerges onto the entrance stage at Revolution as the lights go out and a white light flashes in and out. A heart beat sounds out of the PA System as the white lights click in and out following the heart beat, right before a voice sounds out of the PA system screaming..

“American Nightmare”



"Kingdom" sounds out of the pa system as the lights cut back on and the smoke then begins to settle off the stage and everyone is met with Cody. Smiling with a smirk.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, “The American Nightmare” Coooodddddddddyyyyyyyyy

He then begins to make his way to the ring to make as he walks down the ramp. When he finally reached to the ring, he walks over the steel steps and climb up them. He then also climbs on top of the turn buckle and spreads out his arms and screams “American Nightmare”  before he hops into the ring. After he enters the ring he walks over to the corner as he awaits his opponent.

Tony Chimel: Introducing his opponent, from Hagerstown, Maryland, weighing in tonight at 230lbs, E-li DRAKE!

With that introduction, Eli Drake stands idle preparing for this match with Cody.

DING! DING!

Both men start to circle around the ring, pacing around so they can prepare to start feeling out the opponent and find a way to overcome them. Cody reaches out and makes connection with Drake, and he pulls him in tight for a headlock, which he goes down on a knee for to gain some extra leverage in placing him in a hold.

Tom Phillips: Cody isn’t an extremely flashy or technical guy, neither is Eli Drake, so I believe it can be anyone’s game going into this one.

Corey Graves: With a guy like Eli Drake though, you don’t really know what he brings to the table, better or for worse.

Cody then yanks Eli over his hip, and slams him down into the mat, but keeps a hold of the headlock. He then feeds Drake’s arm under his legs so he can keep a tight hold on him, and keep him in his radar. Cody then wrenches in, and looks out at the audience, to try and focus on keeping Drake down.

Drake then uses his other arm to hit Cody’s leg, which gives some slight release for him to get his arm out, and then uses this opportunity to turn onto his back, and then snap Cody’s head back into a head scissors position. Eli then turns onto his side for more leverage in the hold on Cody’s head.

Mauro Ranallo: A traditional beginning to this match between Cody and Eli Drake. Only time will tell on who this truly benefits.

Cody tries to turn and loosen the leverage of the scissor hold being done by Eli Drake, but Eli smacks Cody back to the mat, and continues to wrench in by pushing up with his hand on the mat. Cody tries once more to get up, but gets slammed down once more by the strength of Eli Drake’s legs.

Corey Graves: Seems like Cody can’t get out of this early hold, might have to tap at this rate.

Cody smashes his leg down to the mat, and once more, and then again to get a steady rhythmic clap echoing throughout the audience. With this energy, Cody tucks his knee in tight and gains more footing up. He then shakes his hand and turns onto his stomach. He then pushes up with his legs, to a standing position, and releases his head out of the hold, only to dropkick the now seated Eli Drake.

With that Cody rolls backwards from the kick, and stands up to gloat to the crowd about how they helped and how he got out of that one. He then goes over to Eli Drake, reaching down for his head to pick him up to continue to offense on him in this match, but suddenly he tucks him up into a rollup, and the referee counts.

One…

Tom Phillips: That quick roll up almost caught Cody off guard.

Mauro Ranallo: Just like NASA was almost called NADA. Didn’t happen though.

Both men roll out of that quick rollup attempt by Eli Drake, as they stand off, and Cody instantly swings for a slap that Drake ducks, and then capitalises on with a big standing moonsault on Cody, knocking him back to the middle rope where he rests. Eli stands back up and heads over to Cody, but just as he goes to move him, Cody hooks his arm on the rope and restricts Drake from moving him.

Drake goes to pull Cody once more, but Cody pulls back, ducking and sending Eli Drake crashing to the outside flat on his face. Cody then centers in the ring, as he looks out at Drake recovering slowly and getting up. He then hits the ropes and dives through the middle to Eli Drake connecting with a massive suicide dive!

Tom Phillips: Massive suicide dive to the outside by Cody here!

Corey Graves: Oh my! He almost sent him into the fifth row!

Eli Drake slams against the barricade from the impact, and Cody showboats once more to the crowd to get them hyped up from what just happened. Cody then heads over to Eli Drake, grabbing him by the head and sending him rolling back into the ring from the momentum he threw him in. He then rolls in after him.

He then stands up, and continues to fire up the crowd, and get them on the edge of their seats. He then throws his arms up, and tells Eli to get back up to his feet. Eli staggers to his feet, and Cody runs past and slams his head back into the mat with a massive bulldog out of nowhere completely scrambling him on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: A stiff bulldog dished out by Cody!

Cody looks left and right around the arena as he hypes up the crowd for what is about to come, as he lifts up Eli underneath his arm. He then stands tall, and swings around to connect with the Cross Rhodes on Eli Drake! He then hooks both of the legs!

Corey Graves: Cross Rhodes! Call this one a wrap.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Cody Rhodes!


After a good match and a well deserve victory Cody walks over to the corner and grabs a microphone as it seems he is about to speak. He then lays down in the ring on his stomach in the ring looking at Eli Drake, as the crowd give him mixed reactions.




Cody: And just like that his world comes crashing down by the hands of Cody. You guys didn’t really think he would’ve beat me didn’t you? Well, too bad because now he’s laying on this mat lifeless. The first victim to the American Nightmare has been crucified, ain’t that funny right, dummy?


Cody then sits up and crosses his legs and looks over at Eli Drakes lifeless body as he took a pause from speaking


Cody: This should be a warning to everyone in the back, there is a new guy on the block and I mean business. I’m here to show everybody that I should still be taken serious, no more pretty boy, no more masks, no more Dashing Cody Rhodes. There are only dreams and an America Nightmare, and Eli Drake was the first victim who’s dream has become a nightmare. Hope everybody in the back is watching, there is a maniac on the loose and he’s crushing all of your dreams.

Cody then laughs evilly before the lights cut out, by time as the lights cut back on the microphone is still left on the side of Eli Drake’s body but Cody is nowhere insight.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed from across the city. An aerial establishing shot of the local Children’s Hospital fades to an interior scene. In the visitor’s lobby, ecstatic sick kids gather around a make-shift stage that has been adorned with Gatorade’s signature lighting bolt G’s. Company reps gleefully hand out bottles of the good stuff to the kids, their families and Hospital staff. While the room is buzzing, the energy swells into a disruptive uproar when the recently minted UWF World Tag Team Champions burst into the room.

It’s the Strong Dragons - Mark Henry and Kyle O’Reilly! They’re sporting their brand spankin’ new hardware over their shoulders and slammin’ bottles of G-Juice as they hustle up on to the stage, high-fiving kids on the way. One of the company reps hands Kyle a microphone and he kicks things off.



KO’R: We did it! Me and Mark won the UWF World Tag Team Champions and we’re very happy to welcome all of to Gatorade Presents: The Strong Dragons Championship Celebration.

Balloons drop. The people applaud.

KO’R: We hope that the hard work and dedication we put in every week, in keeping with Gatorade’s own official code of athlete moral conduct, will inspire each and every one of you to put in the hard work to beat your diseases. Now, we all know that most doctors are just hocusy pocusy government shills, but we’re not here to talk about the Big Con. No, we’re here to tell that cause we just won these titles, Gatorade has decided to double down on our sponsorship and is also increasing its funding to the Little Dragon Insulin Pump Foundation! Now all you little Dragons can get the science and sports drinks you need to feel better again - two things these dorks in the scrubs could never give you.

Another round of applause from everyone except the confused nursing staff on hand. Kyle hands the mic off to Mark.

Mark Henry: This is big for you all! Gatorade for all, way to power yo’ system like a gosh darn machine. Definitely a source of yo’ sugar needs, which is exactly what’s essential. We’re proud to bring you all the blue stuff kiddos!

KO’R: Alright! Let’s get this party started! All the boys and I guess all the girls can line-up to our right over here for some sick, exclusive photo opps!

The eager kids line up and come up on to stage one at a time to get their pics taken with the new tag champs. The Company Reps make sure every has a delicious looking bottle of Gatorade in their hand for every snap. A little girl comes up and shakes Mark’s hand and then Kyle’s but he’s kinda reluctant about it but also now he’s a role model and that comes with the territory.

Sally: Hi. I’m Sally. I have diabetes - type two - and when I grow up I’m going to be a wrestler just like you!

Mark Henry: G’wan girl, don’t let anyone gosh darn stop you. The boundaries of that ain’t stopping you for anything. Go get it girl, we’re believing in ya.

KO’R: Aw, that’s so precious. Let’s just hope you’re gay like me too cause I don’t think they lets girls wrestle unless they’re lesbians or at least Bi. We’re cheering for you though!

Sally gets her picture and skips off stage. The next kid comes up. He takes off his hat for a picture, revealing a bald head. This catches Kyle off guard.

KO’R: Whoa! Wow! Um… hey… is that uh… is that cancer?

Cancer Boy: Yeah. I’ve had cancer for two years. I live here at the hospital now.

Kyle and Mark exchanged nervous, somber glances. O’Reilly kneels down next to the boy, puts an affirming hand on his shoulder and imparts some wisdom.

KO’R: Hey buddy… thanks for coming out today. Except my organization is for kids with Diabetes. We don’t really do cancer stuff. Actually, I don’t even think there is a cure for cancer. Maybe not even Gatorade. But if you want you can still get a picture.

Cancer Boy gets a picture with the champs while the crowd slow claps for the Strong Dragons’ heroism. Up next, a pudgy lad troddles up on to the stage.

Pudgy Lad: Hi Mark Henry. My mom says you’re my dad. Can I have two Gatorades?

Kyle’s eyes go wide but he says nothing, opting to let Sexy Chocolate handle this one himself.

Mark Henry: Look here kiddo, that is a very potential thing. How about this, I give you one Gatorade and we never speak of this again. Ya’ dig?

Mark pushes a bottle of orange-flavoured G-Spice into Pudgy Lad’s chest and ushers him off stage post-haste. Problem solved. The festivities continue while more pics are taken, hands shaken, and brother, the Gatorade doth flow over. Truly this is a dream realized, and while the delicate sugar levels in the room are being warped and distorted terribly out of balance, there isn’t a single child in the room, sick or otherwise, who isn’t smiling and ecstatic alongside the new UWF World Tag Team Champions... however their smiles soon falter as three people walk into the room.



Cole: Well look who it is! If it ain't our very own tag champs! How's it going? Sorry to crash this celebration of yours, but uh, those belts are ours.

The dragons look confused, but Cole cuts them off before they can speak as the other two file into the room.

Cole: Hey, don't play dumb. You know exactly what happened a couple weeks. Me and my boys pinned King Henry the Eighth over there right before you were due for that title shot of yours. Did we get rewarded? Take your spot? Did we even get slotted into a triple threat? Nah. Instead, you guys got all the glory instead of giving those belts to us like good little boys.

Roddy walks in and notices one of the diabetic kids about to get a bottle of Gatorade off a table, so he steps forward and swipes it away from him. He holds it high above the kid's head as he tries to jump to get it to no avail. He opens the Gatorade and swigs it before he turns to Vanilla Bar and Chocolate Bar. What a bastard.

Strong: Me and Bobby here, we want those belts. That's the belts we're meant to hold. Remember? You're transitional champs. That's your role here. That's the best you thrown-together dingbats will ever be. And hopefully you'll fully realize that when BluDragon are out there Mania Weekend, tearing limbs off you like Mr. Potato Heads. Hey, Bobby, don't you think that kinda describes Marky Mark?

Fish: Potato? You mean the guy that's got rolls on the back of his head that he can hide embezzled money from the Little Dragons foundation in? The one who's onesie's about to explode? Couldn't be.

The two tag partners laugh a bit, but Cole is dead serious.

Cole: Just wait. In a few weeks, the people in the crowd will forget about you. We'll forget about you. All these little kids will forget about you. Because those belts will be around our waists. A lot better of a fit too. As for now, be thankful your reign's gonna make it into the double digits. And have fun at Mania from yours truly.

He rips a Little Dragon sticker off a kid's shirt and presses it into Kyle's chest as they stare off, before Cole sneers and turns away, walking out the door. Roddy throws the Gatorade bottle over his shoulder. Bobby lingers around for a bit, mouthing, "Sorry," to Kyle when the other two are gone. Then, he himself leaves, leaving the Dragons alone with sad kids and unbridled rage.


The scene opens on Darby Allin, Sinn Bodhi, and Vinny Marseglia all sitting together in the backstage. Judging by their conditions, this was taped at No Mercy as all three men are being tended to as Vinny begins to speak.

Vinny Marseglia: Sinn. Darby. Both of you did well tonight and proved to the world that you meant what you said, that you weren’t going to take the loss to the Undisputed Era lying down. You proved to anyone doubting you that you are both forces to be reckoned with and that as a collective, there’s no limit to the carnage we can create. You did me proud getting involved tonight and let’s be honest, you did me a favor and helped me stay in the match longer. So to both of you I express my thanks.

Darby takes a towel handed to him by a medical official and wipes away some of the blood and paint on his face before turning to Vinny.

Darby Allin: It was an honor and a privilege to stand out there with you, my King, and put hands on Shibata and Ikemen and the others. But the world needs to know that out there, that was only the beginning. We will continue to stand with you and spread the horror, and continue to do you proud and have your back. Always.

Sinn smiles to himself as he now looks at the two of them.

Sinn Bodhi: My only regret is we weren’t able to do more. But I know the time is coming and I can’t wait to welcome more people to the Freakshow!

They all share a manic laugh as the camera pans out of where they’re seated and a door closes.


The camera flashes back to life as it shows Stacy Keibler looking into a mirror. She looks dead calm but almost like a statue as noise begins to come from her direction.



Stacy: What a magnificent pay per view it was don't you think? No Mercy will go down in the history books and once again, my man Spikey Dudley made history by getting the first elimination inside Aztec Warfare. Do you know what that means? That means he is the best and if it was a normal 20 man match, he would have won the match quite easily. Daniel Bryan had no chance and then he would have been the one to win the UWF Title. He should be the man standing here now with the title....... I have just had a great idea, how about we call him Mr First Eliminator? What a great idea, that can be your new gimmick Spikey. Just imagine how far it will take you if you keep reminding everyone that you got the first elimination. We know who the true winner of that match was and deep down, so does John Morrison. He knows he got lucky.... he just knows it. 

The camera pans out now, showing Stacy standing in the mirror talking to herself inside the Dudley Boyz lockeroom. Spike is sitting by the corner whilst D-Von and Bubba are sitting on a lounge facing the tv.... which has it's back to the camera so we can't see what's on. Spike gets up from the the corner, walking over to Stacy as the other brothers just sit, continuing to watch tv.

 

Spike Dudley: Look Stacy, I don't think that's going to work. I may have got the first elimination in that match and I'm proud of that, it certainly got the match going but it wasn't my highest achievement I feel. I'm proud to get that first pinfall but what I will really look back on that match and feel proud about is my showing against the former UWF Champi......... sorry sorry the former UWF/Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion, Ultramantis Black. I took him to the limit but I also took myself to the limit didn't I. I just sat there thinking just then, what happened if I didn't go for that one extra big move and hit my head. What happened if I had played it safe and didn't essentially eliminate myself. So many What If's and I can sit here all day thinking What If but that wouldn't be the Spike Dudley way. I ain't going to be thinking What If anymore, I'm going to be thinking do better next time. Ultramantis Black beat me, no shame in that but I would do the same thing over and over again because I know these fans want me to put my body at risk. I ain't good at alot of things but I sure as hell am good at using my small body as a weapon, better then anyone else in fact and next time, I may even have to go a little bit harder so the floor hurts more then I do if that's even possible. That starts tonight!!!

Just then Bubba seems to spring into action realizing Spike and Stacy have been talking. He clicks his fingers at Spike.



Bubba: Yo, Spike, that reminds me bro. Come over here and take a seat. I want you to watch this. 

Spike walks over with the camera following him. He takes a seat next to his brothers as the camera walks around to show Naomi's promo from this week. Bubba leans forward, listening intently as Spike leans back on the chair. After sometime listening to Naomi, Bubba clicks into gear as he speaks. 

Bubba: Yo Spike, how cool starting two sentences the same way but Yo, Spike, I know you are a much better guy then D-Von and I but surely.... surely even you are struggling not to want to hit this women tonight after what she just said. How can you let her go out there and just run her mouth like that without getting hit? I'd expect someone to hit Stacy if we couldn't control her and I'd expect you to do it as well. We can't let her run her mouth and get away with it. It might be great practice for her Wrestlemania Match against Tessa. Someone needs to teach her a lesson and I really believe you should help us in doing that. 

Spike: You guys do what you want, if you want to hurt Naomi, that's fine by me but our father.... well my father brought me up better then that. I must always respect a lady and never hit her and the fact that you think we control Stacy just shows how out of touch you are. Stacy is her own woman, Naomi is her own woman and it's not up to the Uso's to control her or keep her out of it but let's look at it like this, Stacy was kept away from the talking this week as I believe her mouth would have got her in trouble. Not because I'm controlling her but because I need her to continue forward in this organization. She knows that so she let us do the talking but The Uso's have faith in Naomi. More faith then UWF has in the Uso's and it's actually quite touching but tonight, Naomi is all yours. You can do what you like with her and if you want to leave the Uso's to me, that's fine, I'm more then happy to go to war with those guys again and keep up my undefeated streak against them just whatever you guys do, let's win this match and send a real statement. I have my faith in you and I know you have your faith in me and together, we are going to show the Uso's that Blood is Thicker then the bars of the Uso Penitentiary.

D-Von: OH MY BROTHERS TESTIFY. 

D-Von yells his familiar catchphrase as the camera zooms somewhere else in the arena.



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.




Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!

*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*


DING! DING!

The bell rings and the match gets underway. Tessa holds her arm out as Havoc approaches he stops as Tessa calls for a timeout real quick and heads to her corner and calls for a microphone. She receives it and holds out her find treating Havoc like a pup under training

Graves: Everyone, shut up! The Diamod of UWF has something to say!

Phillips: Give me a break...

Tessa Blanchard: I want a clean fight. You and I, cause you know you can’t beat me without it. What do you say?

Tessa has some puppy dog eyes signifying she is for reals. Havoc thinks about it before nodding. Tessa shows a gleeful smile as she tosses the mic out the ring. They begin to circle one another. They tie up in a collar-and-elbow tie up. The both of them battle for the upper hand. Havoc is about to transition to gain the momentum over her, but Tessa knees him in the gut causing Havoc to back up and stumble. Tessa runs in with a lariat knocking Havoc down but he’s straight back up to his feet and Tessa runs in to his a dropkick. Havoc stumbles to his feet and into the corner to which Tessa stays on the offense and comes running at him to his a big boot but Havoc catches it and pushes her back. She rolls through back on her feet and runs at him again, but she gets caught with a clothesline!

Ranallo: Maybe Tessa should reconsider fighting Havoc clean.

Graves: All part of her plan, Mauro. 

Phillips: Is her plan getting her butt whooped?

She rolls out the ring to bide her time but Havoc is quick on the hunt. He goes to grab her, but she catches him with a big fist across the cheek. Havoc shakes the cobwebs before looking at her with a smile; telling her to give him more. Tessa looks with shock and anger. She throws another one but Jimmy catches her by the wrist. She tries to pull away but Havoc has his grip tight. He whips her into the barricade before grabbing her from behind and hitting a back suplex onto the apron. She braces her back in agony as she falls to her knees and tries to scurry away. Havoc loves to see the pain in her eye as he goes to track her down. He bends over and grabs her by the hair. He gets her up and goes to slam her face on the apron, but she gets her hands up and stops it. She then grabs him from behind the head and turns it on his. She then rolls him into the ring. The ref goes to check on Havoc real quick, but in this brief distraction, Tessa pulls something from other the ring.

Ranallo: What did she just pull out?

Graves: I didn't see anything...

She then gets in the ring and calls for Havoc to get up. He stumbles to his feet and Tessa goes for her running knee strike but Havoc sidesteps out the way. Tessa turns around straight into a Backbody Drop! Tessa lands hard on her back as she yells in pain. She sits up and Havoc goes for a soccer kick to the back of Tessa but Tessa peers behind and sees it coming! She moves out the way. Havoc stumbles from missing giving Tessa enough space to get to her feet and hit a snapmare. Havoc is not the one in the seated position but Tessa doesn’t give him anytime and locking in a headscissors leglock! Havoc is struggling as Havoc desperately tries to get out of it. The ref comes sliding in asking if Havoc is ready to give up but Havoc shakes his head “No”.

Havoc somehow gets to his feet and begins hitting jabs to Tessa’s face. She tries her best to keep the hold, but she relents and rolls out the ring before Havoc can turn the match back around into his favour. Havoc takes a minute to recoup before going back after Blanchard. He hops out the ring and Tessa goes for a gut kick, but Havoc catches it. Tessa hops as she begs and plead for her to stop but he has a devious smile filled with evil intentions. He puts his hand around her throat and lifts her up for a one legged chokeslam. She hits the floor hard stunned from the air that left her lungs. She desperately tries to get onto all fours and tries to crawl away but Havoc grabs her by the leg. Tessa turns around and she pulls him in with her legs then kicks him away. She quickly stumbles to her feet and into the ring and scurries to the other side tripping onto the second rope. Havoc gets in the ring to follow her. He goes through the second rope and grabs her by the hair but…

CLINK


DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel:Here is your winner by Disqualification, Jimmy Havoc!

Ranallo: AW COME ON! NOT LIKE THIS!

Phillips: So much for being a clean, fair fight...!

Graves: Boohoo, Havoc was being too rough, Tessa was acting in self defense.

Tessa has a big smile as she stands over him and swings the chair a few more times into Havoc making sure to make a statement. She then leaves the ring and grabs the title from the timekeeper area.

She hurries back into the ring and lifts title high into the air as she stares down Havoc. She smiles wide as she mocks and makes fun of him. The camera fades out.


A knocking is heard at the locker room door with a big ol' UE sign plastered on it. The camera focuses on the entrance for a few tense seconds before Adam Cole opens the door. He spots the cameramen.

Cole: What? Where's the interviewer? Huh? Is it gonna be Charly? Renee? Who's the lucky first to get an interview with Adam Cole?

They respond with silence. Cole rolls his eyes before glancing downwards. At his feet is a packet of paper. He looks back up to the rest of the crew.



Cole: Wow, you guys are trying to script me now? Aha, okay. 

He casually picks it up. Most of it is obscured by Cole, but a few words of the cover are able to be made out.

"r a Disaster?"

The Panama City Playboy opens the packet and begins reading. It slowly shows his eyes widening as it isn't a scripted promo as he was expecting. No. Something far, far worse. His hands shake. His eyebrows furl. His lip curls. The Dream did this to him. The Dream ruined it all. He throws it down and yells back into their locker room.

Cole: BOYS. IT'S TIME. GET OUT HERE.

Fish steps out first, still partially in the doorway.

Fish: Yeah? What is it?

Cole: We're going dream hunting. Where's Roddy?

Fish: Roddy? He's back there-

Roddy walks through the door and blows past Fish. He's excited to hurt, despite not being dressed to wrestle tonight.

Strong: We're finally killing that dickshit? We're doin' this?

Cole: Yeah. Now move.

Cole begins to walk, pushing the camera with his hand.

Cole: Dream. Over.

Roddy walks after him, yelling out into the crowded corridors for anyone who is there to listen.

Strong: This is the Undisputed Era baby! Best stable to ever hit the West! Don't fuck with us! Aztec Warfare was ours!

Bobby finally begins to move, though a bit taken aback by the sudden call to arms as Revolution heads elsewhere.


[INT. The set of ‘The Bro Show with Cobb and Riddle]
The scene opens on Jeff Cobb staring into the lockbox that Riddle gave him at No Mercy. The energy within the box seems to pull him in, in some sort of way. Riddle is adjusting himself before shooting the show. He notices Cobb staring into that box.
Matt Riddle: So you think Guevara and Buzzard are worthy opponents to use it against, huh bro?
Jeff Cobb: What?! No.. no.. I was just taking a look at it again.. I still can’t believe you got this. It feels different to the last time I saw it… held it..
Cobb once again stares straight back into the lockbox, eyes wide. Riddle realises that the show is about to go live.
Matt Riddle: Yo, come on, bro. First episode tonight, let’s get ready. We’ve got to make this a great one, bro.
Jeff Cobb: Oh yeah.. Of course, i’ll just be a second..
Riddle grabs the box and shuts it.
Jeff Cobb: Hey! What are you doing?
Matt Riddle: It’s Bro-time!
Cobb pops up and realises where he is, Riddle leads him onto the main part of the set.
WELCOME TO THE BRO SHOW!

Matt Riddle: Heeeeey! What’s up bros?! Welcome to the very first episode of the BROOOOO SHOOOOOOW!
Jeff Cobb: …..
Matt Riddle: .. bro, it’s your cue.
Jeff Cobb: huh? Oh right, of course. Hey! So welcome to the bro show, with me ‘Mr Athletic’ Jeff Cobb!
Matt Riddle: And me, ‘The SUPER King of Bros’ Matthew Riddle!
Jeff Cobb: Today’s episode is all about-
Suddenly Jeff stops. It’s reminiscent of a ‘That’s So Raven’ episode when she gets a vision. Riddle looks confused and panicked by Cobb’s sudden stoppage.
Matt Riddle: .. you okay, bro?
Jeff Cobb: I... huh.. I… uhh..
With an almighty slap to the chops from Riddle, Cobb suddenly snaps out of the trance he seems to be under from whatever was inside the lockbox.
Jeff Cobb: Hey! What the hell was that for?!
Matt Riddle: Bro! We’re live on air, bro! Get your act together. Cut the tape and roll again.
Jeff Cobb: What? What are you talking about?
Riddle ignores Cobb and continues to roll the show on. The Bro Show intro restarts.
WELCOME TO THE BRO SHOW!


Matt Riddle: Heeeeey! What’s up bros?! Welcome to the very first episode of the BROOOOO SHOOOOOOW!
Jeff Cobb: …..
Matt Riddle:Bro?
Jeff Cobb: Oh, sorry.. And I’m ‘The King of Bros’ Matt Riddle!
Matt Riddle: Today’s episode is all about- Wait.. WHAT?! No, bro, that’s not right! Ugh, forget it, bro. Just cut this, we’ll reshoot next week, bros.
The crew begin to pack up and leave in a huff as Riddle speaks to Cobb.
Matt Riddle: Are you good, bro? Are you sure you’re doing okay?
Jeff Cobb: Yeah! Of course, I’m fine. Just thinking about our match last week against the Dudleys.
Matt Riddle: That wasn’t last week, bro. That was two weeks ago. I don’t think I should’ve gave you that gift, bro.
Jeff Cobb: What are you trying to say, Matt?
Matt Riddle: Bro, ever since you opened that thing, you’ve been acting super weird around me. It feels like you’re a different person, bro. You’re not being ‘Mr Athletic’ Jeff Cobb, feels like I’m with some sort of weirdo, bro.
Jeff Cobb: I promise you I’m good. Please, don’t take it back, we might need it sooner than we think.
Matt Riddle: Jeff, I gave that to you as a last resort, bro. Don't even think about using that soon, bro. But trust me, I’m not gonna take anything from you, bro. Just keep level-headed. Let your mind roam free, bro. After all, we are the Kings of Bro-fessional Wrestling, both of us gotta keep on top of our game bro. Y’know what I mean? And without the gift I gave you, we could lose a massive part of what makes us the kings, bro. I just need you to stay grounded. I know what you’re thinking; My head is always in the clouds because I smoke a couple of joints a day but that’s not it, bro. It keeps me level-headed, keeps me grounded and chill. And I don’t think I’ve seen you be that way for about two weeks now, bro. Take a piece of advice from your old pal Matthew, bro. Flying starts from the ground. The more grounded you are, the higher you fly.. bro.
Jeff Cobb: I’m sorry, dude. It just feels like something has been going off in this big dumb brain of mine recently. I just feel off. I will take your advice, I promise. I’m sorry for ruining the show.
Matt Riddle: Nah it’s cool, bro. It’s just a ‘Firefly Fun House’ rip-off anyway.


The scene fades to the backstage area in a hangar-like area. We see Dream walk into camera shot looking down to the ground then looking up and off to the side with perched lips. He then faces the camera as he begins to speak about what transpired at No Mercy.

Velveteen Dream: The Dream once again makes it to the end only to fall short. The Dream is beginning to think the top doesn’t call for his name but that’s not the case. Because the spotlight keeps whispering in my ear to come to it, but once I do, it runs away. The spotlight is the abusive relationship that the Dream just can’t leave. Not until that spotlight gives the Dream the validation I call for. And the Dream will finally get it when I beat both Cole and Ultramantis in the main event of Revolution. Then from there, the Dream will go onto face John Morrison, the man who alludes for the Dream will the stuff he had to say about me before No Mercy. Don’t think the Dream forgot Morrison. But will get to you when the time comes, the Dream needs to focus on Cole and Black first. See, Cole, Cole… He talks big game that he has been backing up in his recent return, but the Dream ended that real quick when I utterly humiliated him by getting him out of the Aztec Warfare match. Even with the help of Roderick and Fish, he couldn’t get the job done because of the Velveteen Dream. If the Dream wasn’t in the match, maybe Cole would’ve won. And that’s the greatest feeling the Dream can think about. Because of me, Adam Cole was stopped from reaching his end goal. And the Velveteen Dream plans on doing it again. He stole my glory pin of Ultramantis, so the Dream is gonna steal Cole’s opportunity for a one way ticket to the main event of WrestleMania. Only fitting the Dream third redebut is a Triple Threat with the man where it all started. But this time, the Dream is ready. The Dream has his eyes on you Cole. You’re not gonna be stealing anymore wins from the Dream’s name. The Dream is going to remind you why you don’t cross the experience, because I’m just too much for you to handle Cole. This is the beginning for the Dream to reach the climax of his career.

Dream smiles wide. He then looks off camera as if he heard of noise of clacking, but to him, it seems to have just been the wind. He looks back to the camera to speak again.

Velveteen Dream: Now the Dream has a match to prepare for and a protégée to find and mentor. Now, where is Lio?

: RIGHT HERE!

Dream jerks his head to the side. The camera catches a body being hurled towards Dream taking him out. Undisputed Era run into the camera shot. Cole picks up Lio and chucks him into the camera causing the camera to fall over only filming the feet of the action. We only get audibles of what happens with some footage. Cole yells at Fish and Roderick to finish off Lio and we can see them walk out of the shot leaving the lower half of Dream’s body in shot along with Cole. Cole grabs Dream by the face and begins slapping him.

Adam Cole: Huh, Dream?! Huh?! You gonna steal my ticket?! Like hell, you are!

Cole chucks Dream’s head on the concrete by laying in forearms on the jaw. Dream tries to cover up to reduce the damage but it doesn’t help by much. Cole then grabs Dream by the hair to his feet. He whips him into a crate before you see Cole stumble backwards. We can only assume Dream got a hit in. Cole runs back at Dream only for Dream to catch him into a fireman’s carry. Before he can do anything, we see the feet of Roddy and Fish come back in causing Dream to hesitate. Dream stumbles back as he lets go of Cole. Assuming that Cole elbowed him in the face. All three men pounce. They lay in clubbing blows as we see Dream get down on a knee. Dream tries to get in as many shots as he can but he’s overwhelmed before they get him fully down and lay in stomps.

Cole: Get him up on his knees and hold him still!

Roddy and Fish oblige. They get Dream by the arms and keep him stuck. Dream groggily struggles but it’s futile.

Cole: This is for costing me Aztec Warfare and being a nuisance in every step of my career, you fucker.

Cole lowers his kneepad and backs up before taking a full on sprint at Dream. Roddy and Fish release last second to get out the way as Cole comes in to hit the Last Shot Mark II! Cole gets up and grabs the camera lifting it up and close to his face. Cole wipes his face, his face quite serious as he begins to speak. Roddy and Fish peaking their heads in shot of the camera. Cole wags his finger as he has a thought on his mind but has trouble getting it out.



Cole: You just couldn’t stay out of my business, could you, Dream? It was simple. At Aztec Warfare, I had ONE goal. Walk out the UWF World Heavyweight Champion. And what do you fucking do? You stick that nose of yours where it does not belong.

Strong: Mind your own, Dream!

Fish: You brought this to yourself!

The two UE members say as Cole continues to speak.

Cole: You’re not stealing anything from me again, you hear me. You already stole one of my opportunities before, I just won’t allow you to do it again. You see, this is what happens when you get into the Undisputed Era’s business. You get your ass handed to you. You get what you deserve, and let this be a little lesson to everyone who wants to step up to the Undisputed Era...



Cole then turns the camera around to film Dream who was placed on top of the crate from before. Roderick and Fish getting a few more licks in on him with some closed knuckle fists to the head.

Cole: This is what the Velveteen Dream Experience is; a broken down has been.

Adam Cole then faces the camera towards himself.

Cole: I guess the Dream’s dream of being a somebody again is… what’s his saying again, boys?

Fish: I don’t remember. Something stupid.

Strong: Dream Under?

Fish: Nah, that doesn't sound right... Dream ended?

Cole: Ah fuck it, our catchphrase is better. The Dream is back on dream street, and the Undisputed Era’s time to rise has just begun. And that’s UNDISPUTED.

Cole chucks the camera at the ground as they walk out of camera shot. The men laugh and mock Dream and Lio as they head off to help Cole prepare for his title contendership match.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



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.

Tony 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.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents, already in the ring, the team of Leyton Buzzard and Sammy Guevara!

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of The Chosen Bros, it’s decided that Jeff Cobb will start the match as Matt Riddle steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. In the corner of The Greatest Tag Team Ever, it’s decided that Sammy Guevara will start the match as Leyton Buzzard steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. The two begin circling one another, Jeff looking serious while Sammy is smiling cockily. They both lunge at one another, seemingly going for a lock-up, but Jeff raises his leg and pushes on the chest of his opponent with his foot.

Sammy staggers back a step then looks down at his chest for a moment, looking at Jeff in disgust as he dusts himself off, appalled that Cobb would soil his physique. Sammy throws a punch now but Jeff catches his fist then turns and wrenches his opponent’s arm over his shoulder, releasing soon after impact as Sammy falls to his knees and holds his arm and wrist in pain. He stands up as Cobb throws a punch, leaping back to avoid it as he hits the ropes behind him, launching off of them as he collides chest-to-chest with his opponent, getting knocked down on impact.

As Sammy gets up again, Jeff pulls him in and locks his arms around him, launching into a Belly-to-Belly but as Sammy goes overhead he manages to slip free and land on his feet as he throws a kick back into the kidney area of his opponent. Cobb turns around as Sammy puts his arms over Cobb’s head, his fingers interlocking at the back of the neck, and drops to his knees to connect with a Jawbreaker as Jeff is launched back into the ropes.

Cobb catches himself on the ropes as Guevara lights up his chest with a chop and then goes to Irish whip him into the opposite ropes but Cobb stops in the middle of the ring and reverses the momentum, sending Sammy into the opposite ropes. As Sammy comes off those ropes, Cobb goes for a Lariat but Sammy ducks and stops himself as he launches into a Pele’ Kick, catching his opponent in the back of the head.

Jeff is hanging dazed over the top rope as Sammy leaps up and hits a dropkick, sending him over the top rope to the outside as Jeff crashes and burns on the floor. Guevara takes off to the opposite ropes and launches himself, hitting the rising Cobb with a Suicide Dive and knocking him into the ringside barricade.

Tom Phillips: Sammy Guevara sparing no risk to take it to his opponent.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, I could see that move a thousand times and still cringe at the possible danger.

Corey Graves: If Sammy Guevara broke his neck on that landing, I don’t know many of us that’d be sad.

Both men stand up as Guevara goes for a Superkick but Jeff avoids the impact and keeps the leg of his opponent raised as he locks his arms around him and launches backward into a suplex. Cobb gets up after this and slides back into the ring as Guevara kips up, trying his best to no-sell the slam he just took though it’s clear he’s wincing a bit. Sammy slides into the ring and goes after Jeff but Jeff catches him and uses his momentum against him to plant him with a Uranage. Cobb now tags out to Riddle.

Matt leaps over the ropes into the ring and he and Sammy begin circling one another with the Chosen Bro looking focused and, “Mr. Money’s Worth” looking cocky as the two men lunge at one another. Sammy pulls back with a cocky smirk showing he was only feigning going on the offensive but Riddle keeps coming as he pops him in the face with a forearm strike. Sammy puts his open hand up to his mouth and pulls it away, checking for blood but finding none as he lowers his hand to his side and now finds himself a recipient of a rising knee but he catches it and puts Matt’s foot back on the mat as Riddle attacks with the other knee, catching Sammy in the right upper arm as it hangs limp for a moment and Matt pulls him in for a Bearhug.

As he’s pulled in, Sammy headbutts Matt and shimmies his way down out of his hold he was setting up for the Bearhug with, then pops back to his feet and delivers a kick to the right side of his opponent, right where the hip bone is, as Matt holds his hip creating an opening for Sammy to leap up and hook his arm around his opponent’s head, swinging downward and spiking the Chosen Bro’s head into the mat. Upon being spiked, Matt staggers back into a seated position in his own corner as Sammy runs over and leaps up, catching Jeff Cobb with an Enziguiri as he reaches in for the tag.

Jeff hangs there over the rope, out on his feet following the attack, as Sammy stands him up and makes a motion with his mouth like he’s blowing as Cobb falls off the apron to the floor, Sammy laughing as it appears that Jeff was knocked over by a simple breath. Guevara now returns his focus to Riddle who is now standing up as Matt shoves him as the crowd cheers. Sammy goes to shove back but Matt hits him with a European Uppercut to send him staggering backward as Matt follows and continues to dish out uppercuts until Sammy’s in his own corner, then delivers one to Leyton to knock him off the apron.

Tom Phillips: Riddle getting a measure of revenge for his fellow bro!

Mauro Ranallo: Those European Uppercuts will wake your dentist!

Corey Graves: I think they woke Sammy up a bit too. He’s not looking so confident right now.

Guevara looks dazed as Riddle backs away and he comes staggering out of the corner. Matt hits him with the Final Flash now and down he goes as Riddle makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Chosen Bros!




The Dynamic Duo, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch are relaxing at a spa, having just got done with massages when a camera man from UWF comes by.

Becky Lynch: Oh Jesus, on our day off? Are you serious?

Camera Man:We just wanted to get your thoughts on No Mercy and-

Becky Lynch: Can't we just have a full week off? We went through two hellish matches in one night and yet UWF still wants us on their programmin'. Did you know that Drake Maverick originally called us up to wrestle tonight? Can you believe the gall?

Sami Zayn: We get it though. We're the stars of this division. The heroes who triumph in the face of evil. This giant conglomerate has taken over the tag division but we're not going to back down. We're not afraid of big flavored energy water. The Strong Dragons may have a evil corporation behind them but since when has toppling the establishment been a problem for ol' Sami Zayn?

Becky Lynch: Every heroes journey has a setback. When Sami cam back and toppled the nWo all by himself in that cage, that was the end of book 1. This is a 7 part epic. My series crossed over with Sami's in book 2 and now here we are. Who knows how they're gonna raise the stakes in book 3 but we'll deal with it when we get there. Now was that all?

Camera Man:Well you didn't really answer our question.

Sami Zayn: Our thoughts, you want our thoughts on No Mercy? Well here's a sound bite for you. The Dynamic Duo are coming back for their World Tag Team Championships. We;ll have to wash them down after those disgusting diseased kids had their grubby little paws all over it but once their back with their rightful owners, you'll see nothing but shine. They'll almost be as bright as us. Now if you'll excuse us.

Camera Man:Right but uhh, we still haven't gotten your-

Becky Lynch: Christ on a cracker, No Mercy sucked all right! Sami wasn't allowed to compete but for some reason the Strong Dragons were? I made Mark Henry my bitch in Aztec Warfare, I can easily do it again in a tag match. To be honest, we were a lot more focused on Aztec Warfare than we were our tag titles. A chance at righting this ship from the very top was worth the risk of not preparing enough for our tag title match. Besides, we know we can win those titles at any time. They were worth the risk but now they have our full undivided attention. Now leave.

The cameras oblige and they walk out of the spa, the feed heading elsewhere.


The scene opens on UWF alum Sting as he’s all painted up and looks into the camera.



”The Icon” Sting: Surprised to see me? Well I gave EC3 a little call following No Mercy because I wanted to be here tonight for Revolution so that I could give my personal congratulations to the new UWF Champion, Johnny Morrison. I remember that it wasn’t that long ago that Johnny was seeking my advice on tangling with AJ Styles, and now look at him: Johnny’s someone you’d seek advice from. I’m proud of your accomplishment, Johnny, and how you’ve grown as a man and a superstar. And I know that every time you step through that curtain as UWF Champion, it’s gonna be SHOWTIME!


MOMENTS AFTER THE EVENTS OF AZTEC WARFARE

Shibata stomps around in the backstage area with a purpose as Ikemen follows him. He is absolutely furious, he doesn't throw a fit, or act with any violence, but you can see it in his fiery eyes. He's more than just unhappy at how his time in the hellacious match ended, and he intends to make his frustrations known. He finds a man in a striped shirt, one of the referees, and marches right up to him as Ikemen worryingly looks on.

Shibata: Wheres is the referee.

Referee: Oh, uhh... w-which one?

Shibata: You know which one.

The referee knows exactly who he's talking about, and he doesn't intend to get on the bad side of Shibata, so he gulps and points his finger in the direction of the man Shibata wishes to see. Without a word, he marches in the direction of the pointed finger, and he swiftly opens a door to reveal the referee that ruled him out of the match. The referee tries to pretend he doesn't see him and makes for an exit, but Shibata's commanding voice puts him to a screeching halt.

Shibata: Stop. Turn around to face me.

Referee #2: Look Shibata, before you say anything, just know it's my job to protect you, I did what I had to.

Shibata: No no no no, this is aztec warfare. You don't play a role in that match. Your only job there is to count the three, or call for a tapout... and none of those happened to me. My shoulders were not pinned for three seconds, and I can guarantee you I did not tap out. I should not have been eliminated from that match, and you hold the burden of this bad call. I did not tirelessly train in every single style I can think of to be eliminated because my face looked a little red. I do not give a damn how bad I look, you never count me out! Marseglia can chop my arm off, and I'll knock him out with the other one! He can chop both my arms off, and I'll kick him until he's begging for mercy! He can chop all my limbs off with that axe! I'll headbutt him into oblivion. So for me to be eliminated because I looked like I was unconscious, it's absolutely ridiculous. This is aztec warfare! Any and everything is allowed! The fact is it shouldn't matter if I look choked out, Marseglia can prove it by pinning me, and that was never gonna happen. I expected the shenanigans from Marseglia and his gang, I was prepared to fight through it. Ikemen was prepared to fight for me, he did fight for me. I was prepared to take a beating, and I did. What I was not prepared for, was for some referee to steal this opportunity away from me. I would've persevered. I would've fought through... but I couldn't, because of you. Now you tell all those other referees in the back, that they better not even think about counting me out like you did, that Katsuyori Shibata never gives up, and that if they dare to make the same mistake you did, we will have problems.

The referee looks like he is about to respond, but Shibata shoots him a cold hard glare that prevents even the slightest peep from coming out of his mouth. Shibata and Ikemen walk off and as they walk Shibata begins to speak to him.

Shibata: Ikemen... I was wrong about you. You showed me who you truly are out there tonight, a brave hero. There isn't a man in the world I trust more right now than you. And because of that, I want you to have this.

Shibata pulls a set of keys out from a bag and hands them to Ikemen.

Ikemen: Is this... is this?!

Shibata: The keys to the dojo. I said there isn't anyone in the world I trust more than you right now, and I mean it.

Ikemen: I can't believe this!

Ikemen is overjoyed at the gesture, and leans in for a hug, but Shibata backs away from it, leaving Ikemen confused.

Shibata: I can't be doing that Ikemen. I have to be in a certain mindset right now. I need to enter a cold, dark place for what I intend to do. There's a reason I gave you those keys, and it's because I need you to look after the dojo, I have an... errand to run.

Shibata then pulls something else out of a bag, the barbed wire bat. Ikemen tries to say something, but Shibata is already walking off, completely focused on doing this... "errand."  Ikemen looks at the keys, but the overjoyous attitude is gone. Shibata has given him an important job, and he intends to take it seriously as he heads to the dojo.


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



The crowd pops big when they hear the now iconic theme song sound off. Brothers Jimmy and Jey stroll out on to the ramp, a confident swagger in their gate. The fellas head down to the bottom of the ramp, showered with adulation despite, or maybe because, they play it cool without pandering. No high-fives. Reaching the squared circle, they step aside as their music fades and is replaced by another familiar tune...



Whatever love the twins were getting is doubled in volume and enthusiasm when the black lights and neon ill while the illuminate the stage. Naomi dances out on to the stage, energy pulsing in time with the song while the fans get riled up. She slides down the ramp like nobody's business before joining her family members in the Bloodline in entering the ring to return to action.

Chimel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 640 pounds... representing The Bloodline... Jimmy and Jey, The Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusos and Naomi!

The fans can't help but to cry out the name with Tony, drowning it in emphatic stank.

Ranallo: It has been a hot minute since we've had these three compete together in the ring but it sounds like the UWF Universe is more than ready to get sent back to the Uso Penitentiary and to Feel the Glow, while they're at it.

Phillips: Very few teams command the fanfare and loyalty that this family does. The Bloodline have also dedicated this match tonight to the memory of the legendary Rocky Johnson.

Graves: All due respect to Rocky, but that's the first time I've heard these bozos ever even mention his name. It's disgraceful.

Ranallo: I'll have to disagree with you on that point, Corey, but besides fighting to honour the memory of a family member, these three will be looking to make a statement tonight on the first step of the last mile on the road to Wrestlemania. Neither they or the Dudley Boyz are booked yet, and a win tonight will certainly play into their role on the biggest show of the year.


While Naomi and the Usos wait in the ring, 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 brothers Bubba Ray & Spike Dudley following close behind him. Spike stands in the middle of the stage, holding his arms in the air, noticeably with a bandage around his head from the Aztec Warfare 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... being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler... at a combined weight of 680 pounds, Bubba Ray, Devon and Spike, The Dudley Boyz!

The Dudley trio don't waste time as they sprint towards the ring. The crowd are left disappointed as the hero's usually give high fives down the ramp but it seems they are all business tonight. D-Von and Bubba go towards the corners, raising up and giving the crowd 3D signs as the crowd are eating them up.


Phillips: Hard to say who the fans are favouring in this one.

Ranallo: That's an understatement. But with two iconic teams who have served as cornerstone of this company's tag team division over the years, and an old rivalry being renewed, I think the people are just happy to be witnessing the next chapter in the history book.

Graves: They have terrible taste. There isn't a single person in that ring that isn't a washed-up has-been. This is an exhibition match at best.

Ranallo: The Dudley Boyz and Usos have more tag team reigns put together than you can count on one hand. There are former Intercontinental and Hardcore Champions in there, oh and in case your forgot, Spike Dudley didn't just end the longest world championship reign in company history, he went on to defend the UWF International Championship at Wrestlemania. The resumes are undeniable.


With that endorsement, the match is set to begin. Chimel bails while the Referee asks each team to big a starter. After a bit of a tense staredown between factions, Spike offers to get in there first. Jimmy does the same. Stripes calls for the bell.


DING DING


Spike does a little boxer's shuffle, getting his footwork warmed up and lifting his arms, ready to grapple despite a noticeable size difference. Jimmy postures up and seems ready to engage, stepping forward for a collar-and-elbow before turning around and immediately tagging in Naomi. The crowd pops big as she steps through the ropes, ready to go. Spike takes a step back, hands on his hips, brow furrowed.

Ranallo: One thing that's been made abundantly clear over the last few weeks is that Spike Dudley isn't particularly interested in co-ed combat.

Graves: He's a pusillanimous misogynist. You think a midget that's been allowed to compete at heavyweight would be a little more tolerant and open-minded.

Phillips: Spike is a gentlemen, Corey. A lover of women. And an athlete who just has a different perspective on -

Graves: I honestly don't know what's worse - you referring to that hobgoblin as an athlete or you putting the idea of Spike loving a woman into my imagination.

Spike politely requests that Naomi tag her husband or brother-in-law back into the match. Naomi shakes her head and dares the former world champ to come at her. When he doesn't, Naomi comes at him and Spike ducks and rolls out of the ring to take a powder at lightning speed. A move that might normally garner some admonishment from the crowd, they instead laugh about it, which only serves to embarrass Spike some more.

Naomi isn't about to give up that easy. She follows him out of the ring, happy to continue the fight on the outside. Spike high-tails it away from her, sprinting a half-lap around the ring before diving back under the ropes. Naomi comes in after him but before she can get her hands on him, Spike tags in Devon.

The Reverend looks disappointed in his brother, but enters the match regardless. Business first, that's his attitude. An opponent is an opponent. He walks towards Naomi while she points over his shoulder, telling him to get Spike in the match. Devon refuses, just like she did a minute earlier. While he closes the gap, Naomi puts her hands up defensively, suggesting she doesn't want to grapple with the - OH SNAP ITS A FAKEOUT! The former Funkadactyl dips and ducks and darts around Devon, sneaking low behind him to snag a sudden roll-up! The Ref hits the mat to count it...


1...

2...


Devon powers out at two! He tries to grab a hold of Naomi on his way out but she slides away before tagging Jey into the match for the first time! The Samoan catapults himself over the top rope and blasts his opponent with a running knee like he's William Regal on the way by. Uso keeps going, connects with the ropes and hits a lariat on his way back. That doesn't take Devon off his feet so much as it catches his attention, and with that, his ire. Retaliation is a dish best served cold, though it comes in hot on a platter called a vicious left hook. Jimmy swallows that knuckle sandwich whole before Devon helps him to seconds and thirds and even fourths with a surprisingly deadly combo.

Phillips: Dudley just tuning Jey up in there!

Ranallo: Those fists went to school on the mean streets of Dudleyville, and you won't find a finer education in brawling.

While Jey razzled and dazzled, Devon takes advantage by grabbing an arm and whipping him into a neutral corner. He follows up with a lariat that pins him up against the unrelenting buckle. The force of meat slamming meat reverberates around the squared circle, shaking the apron. From there, Devon once again whips Jey away, this time at an angle into the ropes. The Reverend meets him coming back in the middle of the ring by catching him, pivoting, and burying him into the center with a huge Spinebuster! Devon stays on top and hooks a leg for the pin...

1...

2...

Jey kicks out! Devon isn't discouraged at all. This ain't his first rodeo. He scrapes Jey up off the canvas and drags him to home base, tagging Spike back into the bout after he expresses some serious interest in getting back in there. Coming through the ropes, Spike fires a quick flurry of forearms into Jey before dragging him down to the ground with a side headlock. He squeezes hard, looking to wear his opponent out with some good ol' fashioned graps. But Jey is a spirited man, never out of the fight. Uso summons up some strength and powers out, standing up with Spike still holding on, looking to slam him. Spike counters though, shifting his weight while holding the head and flipping over to execute an impromptu Shiranui!

Ranallo: Excellent counter by Spike Dudley!

Phillips: Its that resilience and cunning that took him to the top!

Graves: Jey just over shot. Its hard to adjust to wrestling a man the size of a twelve-year-old boy.

Spike goes for a cover but Jey rolls away, finding himself back in a neutral corner. He tries to use the ropes to pull himself up but Spike cuts him down with a low dropkick. After that, he pops up, grabs the rope and starts stomping away at Uso while he's seated in the intersection. Spike's feet rain down like he's running on a treadmill or playing in a metalcore band at Warped Tour in 2006 and he's running in place. Either way. Once he's had his fill of that, he scoops Jey up, hooks his head and looks to finish things up with that Dudley Dog!

Big hype from the crowd when Spike goes for his finisher, but Jey pushes him away before the dream can be realized. Spike turns around to come after him again and takes a Superkick for his troubles. With that, Jey makes a quick cover...

1...

2...

Spike gets a shoulder up before its too late! Jey, having taken quite a beating, leaves Spike laying there before going over to tag out. Naomi insists on getting in and Jey obliges. The fans cheer at the prospect of getting to taste the forbidden fruit. Naomi struts over to Spike, he's still seeing stars. She stands over top of him and looks down like a bird of prey scoping a field mouse. Spike opens his eyes, blinks twice, the second time much wider like he can't believe his eyes.

Phillips: That's not what he was expecting to wake up to.

Ranallo: Pure as his intentions may be, it looks like Spike is running out of options here.

Naomi bends down to grab him but Spike scampers away, rushing to the safety of that neutral corner he just had Jey pinned in. Naomi charges him but he rolls out of the way at the last second, jumping back to his home corner and tagging in Bubba for the first time. The big man is almost disgusted by the chivalry. He, however, is not afflicted by those old-fashioned inclinations, and when he steps into the ring, its with the intention to fight.

Not afraid to mix it up with anyone, Naomi comes in hot at Bubba Ray, but he catches her with a huge clothesline that turns her inside out. Bubba covers for an emphatic pin...

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Naomi kicks out at two! The stern looks of the Bully's face doesn't change a bit. He peels her limp body up off the mat before walking a few paces and delivering a severe Scoop Slam. Rather than going for a pin, he suddenly turns around and blasts both men on the apron with a couple of shivers that send them tumbling to the floor below. For the first time in the match, the fans are given a reason to boo someone but Bubba shrugs it off. He needed to clear them out so they couldn't interfere with what's coming next.

Ranallo: A spot of foul play from Bubba isn't entirely uncharacteristic, but in a match that had thus far been fought under the rules, I'm a bit surprised by the sudden change of speed.

Graves: These animals don't have any morals. Have you been to Dudleyville? It's bedlam. A lawless wasteland of inbreds and savages.

Phillips: I think I know where Bubba's going with this...

Bubba grabs one of Naomi's legs and drags her closer to the Dudley corner. He slaps Spike on the shoulder, effectively tagging him in before going back to Naomi, pulling her leg up and, with the help of the capacity crowd, screams...

WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP??!?!

Spike is mortified. He doesn't want to let the team down, but this is a bridge too far. He cautiously steps through the ropes. Devon slaps the top turnbuckle, directing his brother, while Bubba shouts at him to do the thing. Spike looks at Naomi, then at Bubba, then at Devon, then the tunbuckle, then down at his own heart, then at the crowd, then all of that over again. A mental struggle illustrated theatrically by a head mimicking a sprinkler.

Ranallo: Talk about a crisis of conscience!

Phillips: Does... does this move even work on girls?

Graves: Its called a "box shot" you fragile virgin.

Spike reluctantly scales the turnbuckle, climbing slower than one usually does a ladder in a ladder match. He looks down, hesitant beyond hesitant to deliver the move despite his brothers and the crowd egging him on. It's against his code, but a win is a win on its Wrestlemania season and they need to make a statement and -

SWEET SALVATION IT'S JEY USO! He comes running around the side, hops the apron, shoves Devon off and then pushes Spike down to the floor below. The former International Champ crashes clumsily on to the ground but noticeably has a relieved smile even as he's writhing in pain.

Bubba lets go of Naomi to go and stop him but finds himself turned around and then eating a Superkick from Jimmy. The Referee is beside himself, trying to restore order. But Jimmy's all like "they started it". The Official ushers him back to his corner while behind his back, Jey climbs the enemy turnbuckle and leaps into the air, coming down on Bubba with a Samoan Splash that connects flush! He rolls out of the ring with the Ref being none the wiser.

Graves: The Usos are dirty cheats! They're stealing the win!

Ranallo: While there may be a level or mutual respect between teams, there's always a history of violence and ill will and seeing them resort to desperate measures to win such an important match seems about par for the course to me.

Naomi slowly comes to, and when she sees Bubba lying there out cold, she crawls over before draping an exhausted arm over his chest for the cover. The Referee goes down to count the fall...


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Bubba somehow kicks out at two! He took a heckuva beatdown but Naomi was just a little too slow to get there! She manages to get to her feet before going back to her corner to tag in Jimmy. He flies into the ring, ready to finish this off. Pulling Bubba up, he musters the strength to hoist the Goliath up on to his shoulders in a fireman's carry position. He pivots, and in doing so, fails to notice Devon climb back up and tag himself in. Jimmy slams Bubba Ray down with a Samoan Drop that rattles the ring and then goes for a cover. The Ref doesn't count it - instead he tries to explain that Bubba was tagged out. In the confusion, Devon runs up from behind, locks on an inverted headlock and annihilates Jimmy Uso with a Saving Grace! Devon shoots the half and hooks the leg deep for a solid cover....

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Jey runs in to break it up!

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But Spike gets in there and tackles him to save the pin attempt!

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DING DING



THE WINNERS...
THE DUDLEY BOYZ!

While the Usos roll to the outside, Spike and Devon help Bubba up to his feet so the Referee can raise their arms in victory. Stacey climbs up into the ring to celebrate with them while the fans cheer for the hard fought contest.

Ranallo: A little bit of miscommunication didn't hinder the result. In the end, it was some veteran tenacity and teamwork that got the Dudley Boyz the win, and its an imperative statement as they make their way towards Wrestlemania.

Graves: I'm always happy to see the Usos lose, but mark my words, there's going to be a reckoning for Spike Dudley some day soon. He can't run from girls forever.

Phillips: I'm sure he and his brothers have their sights set elsewhere - perhaps on tag team championship contention. Time will tell but for right now, I think its safe to say that the Dudley Boyz are back and better than ever!

Naomi and the Usos walk back up the apron, eyes fixed down on their opponents in the ring like there's still some unfinished business. And with two legacy teams, maybe it will always be that way. For tonight, though, the Dudley clan is up one and they continue to celebrate while their music plays and the fans cheer. Revolution continues elsewhere.


THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSMISSION FROM YOUR FUTURE OVERLORD DR.CUBE





Dr.Cube: This is a general message for the UWF locker room, you better watch what you are doing. For you see I have been keeping a close eye on my associate and how he has been handled in the past few months. And in what I can only call a desperate ploy to take a title off of him you threw the entire roster against him.

Dr. Cube begins slow clapping

Dr.Cube: Well congratulations it worked. You had to pull up an old tired stipulation that had only been used twice before to do as such so I should feel honored truely. But you got the belt off of him... and then threw him in another multiman match in a lukewarm attempt to say you treated him fairly despite throwing a killer his way multiple times while he held the spectral dreams openweight title. But that airs my grievances out of the way. I was pretty sure that a dirty trick like this would be played, and the last thing I wish to have done to me is have a dirty trick played. So allow me to show you a small issue that your current champion may run into.

He nods over to a minion.

Dr.Cube: The UWF title as you know it, the title held by men such as Larry Sweeney, Vinny Marseglia, Daniel Bryan, and such other great men. Oh and the great wars they fought... for the belt sometimes to the death. Blood, sweat, tears drenching that singular title, any man would love to hold that title for only a second. and that's why I regret to inform you the very belt that you hold... is not the UWF title. It's a replica that was bought from a store, made in China, the only sweat put on it is from the worker being under lights that are too hot! But where oh where did that pesky belt go?

A minion places it on the desk and Dr.Cube feigns surprise.

Dr.Cube: My Goodness how did this get here? If I didn't know any better I would've thought that one of my minions went backstage and swapped the two belts while the chaos was going on. But my minions are good people, and I Dr.Cube will not tolerate any slander their way. But the belt, you know the one that has been here since the very beginning... the one that all the champions fought for at Backlash. Oh, what classics were fought for, for this very belt right in front of me. Oh that's right.

He places his hand over his chest and begins speaking in an insincere tone.

Dr.Cube: I would hand it over, but after seeing the horrible warfare before us. It is not the UWF I know, not the UWF I remember. And I Dr. Cube cannot in good faith return this title, that a champion was never beaten for.

He drops the charade and relaxes placing his feet on the belt.

Dr.Cube: But what do I know? Oh yeah, EVERYTHING.

He laughs as the camera fades to static.


The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia looking offscreen.



Vinny Marseglia: And just like that, like dust in the wind, the Aztec Warfare is over.

Vinny now looks into the camera.

I stand here with a cut up face from Jimmy Havoc’s screwdriver, a lacerated body from the barbed wire table I went through, and ache head to toe from the other things I suffered but if you ask me if it was all worth it....

Vinny smiles.

You better believe it was. See, Johnny Morrison you can enjoy your time in the sun because we both know that sooner or later, I’m going to make the sun set on your little reign but until that happens, bask in glory and celebrate. And Kyle O’Reilly, you can feel proud of the measure of revenge you got because just like with Johnny, I’ll be coming to collect one day and then I’ll have my own measure of revenge. But you too can rest easy for now because I currently have a different target: Katsuyori Shibata.

Shibata, you got your licks in, I’ll give you that. You brought the fight in a way most satisfactory, in fact, but Aztec Warfare makes twice that you dished out the best you could dish out and I not only took it, not only kept coming, not only hungered for more...but put you down. On Revolution it was a chair, at No Mercy it was the very chains you brought to try and stand a better chance. So I hope you’ve learned that at any time and any place, I can weaponize what I have available and there’s nothing you can do but suffer as a result.

But we aren’t finished having fun just yet, Shibata. No, this game we’re playing ends when I say it ends and right now, I’m getting too much enjoyment out of it for it to stop. But I understand that a man that’s been beaten to the degree that you have may need a bit of coaxing to keep going, and that’s why I’ve paid a little visit to your retreat.

The camera pans out showing that Vinny is standing inside Shibata’s Dojo.

But in case you still aren’t motivated to fight me one more time, I’ve taken extra measures to inspire you.

The camera pans out further to show various Young Lions sprawled about on the floor and Ikemen on his knees with his back to Vinny. Vinny is holding a plastic bag as he drapes it over Ikemen’s head and pulls back, laughing as he suffocates him.

How about now, Shibata? You want another crack at the, “Horror King” now?

Vinny throws Ikemen to the ground as the camera pans back in on him.

Fact of the matter is I’m willing to go a lot farther than this. I’ll break every bone in each of their bodies. I’ll tear this place apart board by board and set it on fire. Because I haven’t tormented you enough yet. I haven’t taken enough away from you yet. As long as you have something for me to take and there exists a way to push your physical, emotional, and mental thresholds past exhaustion and discomfort, I’m going to do it. So think real hard about how you respond and react to this, because I’m just getting started if you say no.


The show goes back to ringside commentary with Tom Phillips, Mauro Ranallo and Corey Graves standing by as usual.



Mauro Ranallo: Well, folks, it's almost time for our thrilling main event triple threat match to determine the new Number One Contender to the UWF Championship, but before we get to that, the new UWF Champion has promised the UWF Universe a homecoming and the time for that is now.

Tom Phillips: You've got that right, Mauro, and to say I'm excited for this moment would be a total understatement! Johnny Morrison, the Cosmic Crusader, has spent so much of the past year trying to win that title and I can't wait to hear what he has to say.

Corey Graves: Gross. This is all just gross. I'd expect you, Phillips, to already be kissing Morrison's ass, but you too Mauro? Unbelievable.

The cameras now take us to the top of the stage before all lights are cut and the Tron flares to life in time with the kick-off of the hard-driving "Tyrants" by Black Mountain — the anthem of the new UWF Champion.



The fans pop as blue spotlights sweep over them in rapid circles, one for each quadrant of the stands. As the song draws in on its first down-tempo portion, the lights coalesce at the top of the ramp in a huge pyrotechnic explosion, after which the house lights come back up. As the smoke of the pyro clears, the UWF Champion himself steps out of it, his hair billowing in a previously-nonexistant breeze as he holds his hand high for the fans while wearing the UWF Championship proudly on the shoulder opposite.



Morrison then heads down the ramp, clapping palms with eager fans who hang over the barricade as he does so. When he hits the bottom, he turns and walks to the ring steps, then jogs up them and enters the ring. He immediately crosses the ring and collects a microphone from an attendant on the opposite side, then heads to the center of the ring to address the universe, delaying his speech a few moments to lift the title to an enormous pop from the fans before he does so. After several seconds, he lifts his microphone to speak and the fans quiet down as he does so.

JOHNNY MORRISON
And just like that, I, Johnny Morrison, am the NEW UWF World's Champion. Allow that to sink into all of your heads, allow it to digest, allow yourselves to accept the fact that I told you all I was going to do it for weeks, for months, and now... here I stand. I have achieved the first half of my destiny and claimed a title that has long evaded not only my hands, but the hands of a worthy champion. And now that I stand at the summit of the UWF, I have a few orders of business to attend to, and the first and most important is to say one thing to all of you, all of my loyal fans, in those seats and at home and that is this:

Thank you.

A huge pop from the crowd has Johnny smiling. He points to the title, and then sweeps with that same pointed finger out a full 360 degrees around the arena, pivoting as he does so. The fans chant "M-V-P! M-V-P!" and that gets a chuckle out of Morrison before he raises his hand to call for silence so he can continue.

Thank you, because without your support, this moment may not have been possible. I have said many times that I am a superior athlete and that I fight on a level above ordinary men, but the fact is that even I sometimes need a reminder of who I am and what I am fighting for and without fail, all of you people have been here to remind me of that every time you've chanted for me, cheered my name, or booed my opponents and for that I will be forever grateful. And it is in the spirit of that gratitude, and of my graciousness as UWF Champion, that I want to extend a hearty congratulations to all 19 of my fellow competitors in Aztec Warfare, three of whom have yet to compete tonight, for their personal achievements in the match and the effort they put into their attempt at winning. Ultimately, you all came up short, but a fair few of you fought hard and honorably for the right to call yourselves UWF Champion and I hope to extend each of those few another opportunity to challenge for this championship in the future. After all, that is what this title is about, and it is in honorable conflict for it that the UWF Championship will regain the prestige it once held, before it was won by a litany of unworthy men who did nothing but tarnish its reputation as a prize to be sought by the best in this industry.

The fans are following along with Johnny, clapping when appropriate, booing when he mentions the heels who have held the title before him, and popping as he speaks of the prestige of the UWF Championship. After a dramatic pause, he continues.

And it is in recovering the great name of this UWF Championship that I find the next chapter of my great destiny. I, the Intersteller Shaman of Skill himself, will elevate this championship to lofty heights it has never before occupied and I will do so by doing the exact opposite of all that my predecessors have done for the past year-and-more before me. I will be an honorable UWF Champion, a fighting UWF Champion, and I will take on and defeat all comers because I intend to be the ultimate UWF Champion. Through gratitude, grace and greatness, I will lead this company to a better future than any past it has ever known. I swear it.

This promise draws a massive pop from Morrison as he lowers his microphone and switches it off, then holds his championship title high one more time before heading out of the ring to join commentary at ringside.

Tom Phillips: Wow. What a rousing speech from the new face of the UWF and I can't wait for this future Johnny Morrison has just promised us all!

Corey Graves: Pfft. His promises aren't worth the words he uses to make them! That loser is going to lose the title to whoever wins this main event match-up we're about to have, guaranteed!

Mauro Ranallo: Well, unless you have a crystal ball, Corey, I'll just take your word with a grain of salt and welcome our new World's Champion as he joins us here tonight.

Morrison sits at commentary, setting his title in front of him on the desk as he winks at Graves, who glares back at him. He's handed a headset and he puts it on, smiling as he responds.

Johnny Morrison: Thanks, Mauro, for the welcome. Let's get down to business here.

The feed takes us to the ring where Tony Chimel is standing by.



Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match for the Number One Contendership to the UWF Championship! Introducing first...



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.



Graves: I'm so happy to see Ultramantis Black back out here after the vicious assault laid on him by four different men, including his two opponents here tonight and the clown sitting with us here on commentary.

Morrison: Look, Corey, I know you don't like me for some strange reason, but that's no reason to sacrifice your journalistic integrity. Everyone in this arena knows you're just salty you were bounced by the Big Dog at No Mercy.

Tony Chimel: And his first opponent...

SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.



The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole struting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He gives zero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking and probably talking about how badly he's gonna beat his opponent.



He begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!

He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner.

Ranallo: And now here stands a man who nearly eliminated you at No Mercy with a schoolboy pin, Johnny. And with him having one singles win over you in hand already, you've got to be concerned about Adam Cole.

Morrison: Cole's a talented competitor who almost always takes the shortcut to victory, like he did with his one singles win over me. But when it mattered most, he choked, and if he wins here tonight there's going to be a repeat of that at Wrestlemania.

Tony Chimel: And their opponent...

YOW!



The Dream theme hits to the surprise of Cole. Dream limps out and points straight at Cole before limping down to the ring. The shock in Cole’s face tells a whole story to Dream who tries to smile through the pain.



Dream walks down the ramp clearly showing pain but he’s determined to win this match and he isn’t gonna let an Undisputed Era sneak attack stop him from participating in his Revolution match return.

Dream gets down to the ring and makes it in he does his taunt before getting in the face of Cole. He talks some trash before stepping back into his corner ready for the match to start.

Phillips: If there were one man in this match who I want to see win, it's Velveteen Dream! I think the two of you would put on an instant classic at Wrestlemania, Johnny!

Morrison: Look, I've been watching old episodes of Resistance on the UWF Network to get an idea of the kind of game the Dream brings to the ring, and I'm not going to lie, in him I see someone who could actually be a challenge. But he has his weaknesses, and one of them is that he just doesn't have the grace or gratitud to be a World's Champion.

The official performs some pre-match checks and then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

That starting bell rings and Adam Cole takes right off at Velveteen Dream, grounding him with a quick clothesline. Dream pops right back up but Cole is on him with another clothesline. As Dream pops up a third time, Cole tries for the trifecta, but Dream scouts it and ducks, lifting Cole up on one shoulder and dropping him neck-first on the top rope behind him! Cole flops off the ropes onto his feet, clawing at his throat, as Dream kicks him hard in the gut and drops him to the canvas with a spike DDT. Dream then gets to his feet as Mantis moves in and throws a quick punch, but the former Spectral Dreams Openweight Champion gets an arm up to block it and push it harmlessly away. Dream throws a punch from the other side, but once again, Mantis blocks it and this time he traps the wrist, pulling Dream into a snapmare clutch and driving him face-first into the canvas! Dream rolls over onto his back holding his face as Mantis rises to one knee, only for a recovered Cole to attempt a Last Shot Mark II to the back of the skull! Ultramantis somehow knows it's coming as he ducks to the side, sweeping Cole's planted foot out from under him as he does so. Cole lands on his arse as Ultramantis rises to his feet, then grabs Cole by the hair and tries to pull him up to his own. Cole, however, drives a hard knee into Ultramantis' stomach and grabs him by shoulder and hip, spinning and throwing him haphazardously and shoulder-first between the turnbuckles into the nearest ring post!

Phillips: Ooh! A frenetic opening to this triple threat contest as these three men make plain the fact they all want a shot at our new UWF Champion.

Morrison: Already, you can see the impact my holding this title is having on the people in the UWF locker room. I don't think I've ever seen these three men fight this hard for anything.

Graves: You're just... your ego is unbelievable.

Cole moves in on Black, pulling him out of the corner with a cinch around the waist before hitting the Florida Keys! The official counts, but doesn't even hit one before Dream breaks up the count by hitting a sliding kick to Cole's face while he has Black trapped in the bridge, causing the Panama City Playboy's neck to stretch in an awkward manner. Dream quickly gets to his feet as Cole rolls onto his side and he runs right at the Playboy, dropping a quick leg on him before transitioning to a cover. Once again, the attempt doesn't even get a one count as Black drags Dream off of Cole, but Dream connects to Black's gut with a forearm from one knee, then tries to roll him up! Black kicks out before the one.

Ranallo: Plentiful attempts at a pinfall here tonight but not one count from that official and you have to wonder if those competitors are registering that this is going to take more than a few quick maneuvers for someone to pull off a victory.

Phillips: There's three world-caliber athletes in that ring right now.

Graves: Yes, thank you for that groundbreaking observation, Tom.

Morrison: At least he does his job free of bias, unlike some hacks out there.

As Ultramantis finds his feet, so too do the other two competitors. All three men eye each other up and there's a palpable tension in the arena as the crowd buzzes, watching with bated breath to see who will make the first move. It turns out both Dream and Cole make that first move as they step into synchronized superkicks to Ultramantis Black, sending him careening into the ropes and spilling over them to the outside. Cole and Dream then start trading wild blows in the middle of the ring, an absolute frenzy of offensive as the fans pop for the unexpected flurry. Dream looks like he has the upper hand as he puts Cole on the back foot with three straight, stiff rights, but then Cole replies with a hard chop to the chest that sends Dream stumbling away toward the ropes. Cole then rushes in with a German cinch as he intends to attempt the Florida Keys again, but Dream grabs the ropes and resists the lift, then throws a boot back between Cole's legs, catching him in the groin! Cole stumbles away now, clutching his manly bits, as the fans laugh and the official censures Dream in spite of the no disqualifications stipulation. He shrugs and apologizes, saying he wasn't trying for the low blow. Dream then rushes Cole and leaps over him, catching his head in both hands and driving it into the canvas with a facebuster! Dream covers!

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...NO! Cole kicks out!

Graves: BIG kickout from Adam Cole there off of that blatant low blow into facebuster from the Velveteen Dream.

Phillips: Dream argues he didn't intend to low blow Adam Cole, and even if he did, this match is a triple threat. Dream didn't break any rules.

Morrison: A low blow is a low blow. It's disheartening to see that even a man with the talent of Velveteen Dream resorts to using them.

As Cole kicks out, Dream looks to the outside where he finds Ultramantis Black has found his feet and is adjusting his mask. Dream gets to his feet and runs the ropes opposite the side of the ring Ultramantis is near, then charges toward him and leaps clean over the top with a tope suicida! Unfortunately for Dream, Black spies him just in the knick of time and catches Dream, then slings him up onto the shoulder in position for the Cosmic Disaster, intending to slam Dream skull-first into the floor! Dream, however, manages to wriggle free and land behind Black and he shoves Ultramantis toward the apron. Black stops himself and turns around, but as he does, Dream leaps into the air and hits a hard dropkick to the chest! Black hits the apron back-first and falls to a seated position as Dream rolls to one knee and smiles for the cheering crowd, then rolls back into the ring just as Cole finds his feet. Dream rushes Cole and tries for a clothesline, but Cole catches the arm and floats behind Dream before leaping up and dropping him on both knees with a backstabber! Dream flops onto the canvas as Cole rolls in the opposite direction, then leaps right on top of the now-prone opposition for a cover.

Ranallo: Backstabber by Adam Cole! That'll realign a spine!

1...

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...NO! Dream kicks out!

Before any momentum can shift, Cole immediately finds his feet, grabbing Dream by the head and bringing him up alongside before dropping him with a hangman's neckbreaker! Dream braces the back of his neck as Cole runs the ropes opposite and comes right back at him, connecting hard to the skull with Last Shot Mark II! The fans boo loudly as Dream falls on his side and Cole goes for another quick cover.

Graves: This is it! Cole's going to the Mania main event!

1...

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...NO! Ultramantis Black pulls the official out of the ring!

Phillips: Saved by Ultramantis Black!

Morrison: I don't know if you could call that "saving," Phillips. Dream is absolutely out of it in that ring; he may have been concussed by that knee to the skull. He needs medical assistance, and the longer this match goes on, the longer that's denied.

Cole rises to one knee and laughs out of frustration before running the ropes and channeling his stablemate Roderick Strong as he leaps over them in a tope con hilo, taking out both the official and the former Spectral Dreams champion! The fans boo even more loudly at this blatant display of poor sportsmanship as Cole gets to his feet laughing, though visibly hurting from the hard landing. Cole heads to the apron and starts rifling under the ring for something!

Graves: And now Adam Cole is taking full advantage of the stipulation to put his opponents out of contention. This is brilliant!

Morrison: Any man who needs a weapon or a cheap trick to get a win exposes himself as a fraud.

Cole comes out from under the ring with a steel chair in hand and the fans are getting hostile in their booing. He moves gingerly toward Black, who has managed to get to hands and knees, and lifts the chair high overhead before bringing it down on the former champion's back!

CRACK!

The fans get even more heated as Black falls flat on his stomach and Cole lifts the chair again, bringing it down with another thunderous crack to the back of Ultramantis. Cole lifts the chair up one more time and connects again just for good measure before turning toward the ring and sliding it in. He then heads to the ring steps and climbs them, strutting along the apron with a Cheshire Cat grin as sadistic plans work their way through his brain.

Ranallo: Adam Cole is in the driver's seat here with Ultramantis Black down and Velveteen Dream potentially out cold and he's taking full advantage. He's going to try to put this thing out of reach.

Cole enters the ring and grabs the chair, opening it up and setting it up right in the center of the squared circle. The fans don't know what's about to happen, but they know it's not good as they chant "YOU SUCK!" at Cole. The Undisputed Era man grins and flips them the bird, then walks over to Dream who by now has crawled toward one side of the ring and used the ropes to find one knee. Cole grabs a fistful of Dream's hair and lifts his head up for a perfect line-up, then cold-cocks him with a closed fist to the nose. Dream is visibly rocked by the punch, but Cole's not done. He puts Dream up on the shoulders in a fireman's carry position and walks toward the chair!

Ranallo: Cole has Dream in a very precarious position in that fireman's carry and with the steel chair set up as it is, you know he has horrible intentions!

Morrison: Oh, come on, Adam! You don't need to do this! You could end a man's career and for what, a shot at me?

Cole turns to face commentary and winks right at Morrison as he prepares to drop Dream on the chair, but Dream wriggles free once again, landing beside Cole! The entire crowd gasps as Dream drives a hard knee into Cole's stomach, causing him to bend over the chair, then leaps up and hits a Famouser to send Cole face-first into the seat of the chair as it buckles and collapses under their combined weight! The fans erupt in a huge cheer as Dream rolls over onto his back, blinking but still dazed, while Cole lies twitchign but otherwise motionless in the middle of the ring. With Black still down on the outside and the official only just starting to come to his senses, it's anyone's ballgame as everyone seems out of it right this moment.

Phillips: What a counter by the Velveteen Dream!

Graves: Sure, Adam Cole is a filthy cheat for using weapons but as soon as one of the guys you like does it, you're full of excitement.

Morrison: I hate watching matches like this. They're train wrecks. All of these men are breaking themselves for a shot at me when all they'd need to do is come out here and wrestle properly, and let the best man win.

Graves: You're such a hypocrite! You won that title by diving off the Titantron, jeopardizing yours and two other mens' careers!

Ultramantis is the first man to start moving, crawling toward the apron and using it to find his feet. The Great and Devious one slides into the ring, and upon finding his feet he surveys the chaos and laughs heartily. He moves toward Dream first, who is on hands and knees and grabs his leg as Black approaches, using it to steady himself. Black looks down on Dream the way a butcher might the chicken he is about to behead, then pulls Dream to his feet and puts him up on the shoulders and dropping him with the Death Valley Bomb! Mantis covers, but the official is slow to slide into the ring and start the count!

1...

2...

...NO! Adam Cole breaks up the pin!

Ranallo: In a total twist of fate, Adam Cole saves the man who planted him face-first into the seat of a steel chair to keep his own dream of challenging for the UWF Championship alive.

Graves: Argh... let's get this thing over with!

Cole manages to do it with a quick and desparate double ax handle to the back of Ultramantis, but that unfortunately just puts him in the former Spectral Dreams champion's sights. Mantis finds his feet faster than Cole and grabs him by the hair, sending him off the ropes and then catching him with a knee to the gut. Cole is stunned by the knee as Mantis poses with one hand raised in the air, but that's the wrong decision as Cole snaps out of it and leaps up to connect with an enzuigiri to the side of the head! The pop from the blow is heard in the cheap seats as Black falls to one knee, shaking his masked head as he tries to get back to his senses. That effort may be all for naught as Cole sprints at him and tucks the head in prep for a snap DDT, but instead, Ultramantis pushes to his feet and lifts Cole up and over with a bridging Northern Lights suplex! The official falls in to count...

1...

2...

...NO! Kickout by Cole!

Morrison: I admit that counter by Ultramantis Black was ingenius, but so was that kickout by Adam Cole!

Graves: I bet you're feeling threatened right now, aren't you?

Morrison: You yourself mentioned what I did at Aztec Warfare just to win this belt. Ready to see what I'm willing to do to defend it?

With all three men again down in the ring, and now seemingly nobody moving to get to his feet — incapable either because they're too gassed or too hurt to stand — the official starts a count.

1...

2...

3...

Phillips: This match-up is on the verge of ending in a no-contest! What happens if nobody wins?

Graves: What should happen is a fatal four-way at Mania! Then we'd definitely have a new champion!

Morrison: Ye of little faith. I, for one, would welcome such a challenge.

4...

5...

6...

None of the men are moving to find their feet. The fans are buzzing and shuffling about uncomfortably, wanting to have had the closure of a proper pinfall finish rather than the uncertainty that would come from a no-contest.

7...

8...

Cole grabs a rope and drags himself to his vertical base. His footing is not sound, but he's up. Black, using the turnbuckles in a corner, also manages to get to one knee. Dream is still down, but he's starting to show signs of life, moving to one side and then crawling toward some ropes himself. Cole knows he needs to end things now or never. He runs at Black, but Black steps into a back elbow that catches him right in the jaw. Cole is dazed, and Ultramantis hooks both arms before spinning around and spiking the Undisputed Era man with a kamikaze! The fans cheer at the impact as Black makes the cover.

Ranallo: Here we go! Ultramantis Black will get a rematch for his championship at Wrestlemania!

1...

2...

...NO! Dream breaks up the pin!

Graves: WHAT?!? C'mon ref, count faster!

The fans are chanting "HOLY SHIT!" after Velveteen Dream sprung and leaped nearly six feet across the ring to prevent the successful pinfall with an elbow to Black's spine. Velveteen Dream kips right up, firing up like Hulk Hogan as the fans cheer loudly. They're feeling it! As Ultramantis groggily climbs back to his feet, Dream spins him around and punches him right in the masked face, dazing the former Spectral Dreams champion before he falls back into the ropes and comes right back at him with the big boot! The roof is about to be blown off the place as the fans get real loud for Dream. He heads out onto the apron and starts climbing up to the top rope, but as he does, Cole finds his feet once again and he runs for the corner Dream's climbing, hopping up onto the second rope and smashing Dream in the face with a forearm! Dream falls to a seated position, but he throws a wild punch that catches Cole on the jaw and causes him to reel a bit, though the Panama City Playboy stays on the ropes. The two then trade another pair of punches as the fans are going rabid. Dream goes for another punch, but this time, Cole catches it with a block and pulls Dream into a suplex clutch. He grabs Dream's tights and starts to rise, pulling Dream up to a standing position and ready to superplex him, but as he does, Ultramantis finds his own feet and he heads for the corner himself, then rakes Cole's back!

Morrison: That corner's getting very crowded!

Phillips: I don't like the look of this!

As Cole cries out from the rake, Dream finds the wherewithal to lift him and he simply throws Cole chest-first onto the apron! Cole bounces hard off of it and falls to the floor, bracing his ribs from the impact and wincing at the pain, as Dream climbs to the top rope and leaps off looking for an ax handle on Mantis. Unfortunately for Dream, Ultramantis catches him and spins him into Cosmic Disaster position.

Ranallo: This looks like the end!

Graves: YES! Do it, Mantis!

With the fans booing loudly, Mantis turns toward the middle of the ring, hauls Velveteen over, and spikes him head-first on the canvas, sitting out in the pin.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, and the NEW Number One Contender
to the UWF World's Championship:

ULTRAMANTIS BLACK!



Ranallo: Nights after Aztec Warfare extracted such a toll on all three of these men, they put it all on the line to get a shot at Johnny Morrison and the UWF World's Championship title and Ultramantis Black has prevailed in his bid for just that.

Phillips: Adam Cole spent so much of that match in the driver's seat, but an absolutely savage drop onto the apron from the top rope cost him his chance to get another pinfall victory over the champion.

Graves: The best man won here tonight and will do so all over again at Wrestlemania as the past repeats itself. Once more, Ultramantis Black will be our Spectral Dreams champion.

Morrison: Not a chance. I sacrificed so much of myself at Aztec Warfare to win this championship, and I'm going to fight as I never have before to keep it.

As Black leaves the ring and heads up the ramp victorious, Cole slowly climbs up onto the apron, bracing his ribs with one arm while using his free hand to grab the ropes for leverage. He enters the ring as Velveteen Dream is just starting to groggily rise to a seated position, and with an icy glare in his eye, Cole sizes Dream up and takes a run at him from behind, brutally kneeing him in the back of the skull and knocking him unconscious.

Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! ADAM COLE! LAST SHOT!

Graves: Do it, Cole! Get your revenge on that two-bit bastard!

Cole leaps on Dream and proceeds to pummel him with closed-fist strikes, but the former Prime Time Champion is defenseless. The official tries to haul him off, but to no avail as security comes rushing down the ramp and Morrison himself sheds his headset and slides into the ring, the combined effort of the men successfully restraining Cole and dragging him backstage. Medical personnel come to attend to Dream as the show comes to a close.


END OF SHOW

Promos- Respective TT’ers
Chosen Bros./ Guevara & Buzzard- Dres
Dudleyz/Usos- Fauche
Cody/Eli- SemiObsessive
Tessa/Havoc- Gone
UMB/Cole/Dream- Crann
Everything else- Danny


CONFIRMED FOR WRESTLEMANIA

UWF Championship

Johnny Morrison(c) vs. Ultramantis Black

[Dres]

I enjoyed the opening match-up, it’s good to have Bodor back and a game TT’er in Willis. The post-match promo was a nice touch as we really don’t see much of it and it establishes the character of Cody well going forward.

The Undisputed Era crashing the Strong Dragons’ celebration is incredibly heelish but makes for a good segment from all involved so well done.

I enjoyed the Dudleyz promo, covered a lot of ground from reacting to Aztec Warfare to addressing The Usos and the triple threat tonight.

Short Television Championship match but I think the thread was 1-1 so that makes sense. I hope to see it more hotly contested over in the future.

A short and sweet promo from the Undisputed Era I liked.

The Bro Show was an entertaining promo.

Undisputed Era is all over this show with the attack on Dream. I liked it though, it’s telling a captivating story indeed.

Nice, creative promo from the Dynamic Duo.

Very well written Shibata promo. Vinny’s really pushing him to a different mindset.

Strong tag team match-up by Faucher here.

Dr. Cube speaks!

Great main event! Congrats to Wasabi for getting a shot to take back the title.

Awesome show!

[wasabi]

Awesome show. some very entertaining matches and segments that are creative.

[Fauche]

Very rad show to set up the ol' road to Wrestlemania. Not gonna run it all down but a few things I really really liked:

- Stoked about Willis' Cody Rhodes. It's nice to have Bodor back, I think his Eli Drake has all kinds of potential. I get real nervous when dudes show up and pick up a character with a lot of history. I know most of yous guys weren't around for Rey's Cody, but he was one of the best played and most creatively imagined characters we've had and to see someone you're not super familiar with pick them up with the big chance of dropping them after picking up a loss or two is kinda a bummer (but it is what it is and I'm totally against keeping "legacy characters" on the shelf). ALL THAT SAID, this isn't Rey's Cody, but its a very very good Cody. Willis' stuff in the thread was rock solid, and coupling that with his post-match promo he's def pulling off a heel more in line with some stuff we've seen from the IRL Cody in the past few years (like pre AEW) and I like it and I'm here for it and get this dude a title shot sooooon.

- Real cool that Sting popped by to congratulate Morrison. Speaking of Dres, looks like Vinny vs Shibata is the direction heading into Mania judging by that Marseglia promo and that's a dang good match. Roach has been stellar all year and his Shibata is on point and stacking that up against Big Match Dres is gonna make for a thread that's hard to top. Also, Tessa vs Havoc in some kinda hardcore stip match? Liked the angle here but where are the promos from these twos???

- Can't say enough good stuff about the thread for the world title shot. Crann also wrote a stellar match there. Hard match to pick a winner for coming into it cause all three dudes are killing it right now. Whoever won, it was going to be a totally different style of story and feud for Morrison heading into Mania and Wasabi getting his rematch in a one-on-one scenario definitely makesd for the weirdest, outside the box kinda angle. And I loves it. There are so many things that Crann and Wasabi can do with their characters and when you look at two guys who has been consistently delivering top notch material all year, its awesome to see that they're the ones headlining the big show. And all due respect and praise to Half and Max too, who both might've had some big title runs this year if it weren't for character switches. Looks like maybe they're gonna have a match at Mania, and that's dandy. Super dandy. Love seeing Half drop three promos, two of which are co-promos and he's working a couple feuds at once and heck dang if that doesn't scream "I'm the dude to watch right now". But also, Cole and Strong are jerks and those UE boys are never getting our tag titles.

- Had lots of fun writing that Dudleyz / Usos match. Strong promo from Albo this week too, as well as from dudes like Heelboi (stoked he's sticking around with the Chosen Bros) and a couple from Dres and a solid appeal for a rematch from the Dynamic Duo and the sinister transmission from Dr. Cube and and the post-Aztec Warfare continuation from Shibata and Ikeman and b t dubs, PSA to one and all, if you're not promoing and stepping up in threads right now I think you're gonna get passed up. Like six weeks ago it was pretty slow around here but it's that Mania season rush and it's all competitive again and that's rad. Look at what the dudes who were fighting for the contedership were doing in their thread and with their promos this week and see that that's the standard right now and aim for that bar or don't be bummed to be hanging out on that level

- BIG THANKS to other fellas for writing it was a good show high-fives ahoy

[Roach]

This was a really good show coming off No Mercy. The Strong Dragons continue to just be like really fucking fun and are constantly delivering great promos. Cody vs Drake felt like a nice, traditional match and it's really nice to see new folks and returning old folks come back like Spike, Hornseoggle, and Cody, all really good in their own way. Undisputed Era taking over is really cool and felt like a nice touch to the show. Tessa vs Havoc was short but sweet with the finish intentionally being disappointing. I imagine they feud up to mania and I'm happy with that. Tessa and Havoc have a really good dynamic with Havoc refusing to die and Tessa always looking down on him. Chosen Bros vs Guevara and Buzzard was nice. Chosen Bros feel like a really nice addition to the tag team. pls promo heelboi im begging you just a crumb of promo this is such a good team pairing pls brother. Tag division continues to pop off with a nice little Dynamic Duo promo. I feel like DD are a bit overlooked. Danny got the midas touch with characters and Sami and Becky are absolutely golden. I don't know much about the sting uwf lore but this seems like a nice little moment. Dudley Boyz vs Usos/Naomi was prolly my favorite thing on the show so far. I love trios matches due to Dragon Gate and this was written really well within that trios formula. Props to... oh of course Fauche wrote it you amazing bitch.  Man Dr. Cube is just some great shit. I absolutely love the vibe that wasabi is going for and he nails it time and time again. The title storyline he's cooking up is really interesting and I'm lookin forward to see how that ends. Vinny is an evil bitch and Shibata's gon chop em up. This was great and up there with the Dr. Cube promo in stuff I just think went above and beyond on this show. Dresden does a great job in writing this intimidating aura that comes off Vinny, and he just came off intimidating af here. Really nailed it with this one. Great stuff here from Morrison. This promo came off like a real "hurrah" moment. Morrison has got that babyface heat and it's really easy to get behind. Now the main event here was absolutely great, felt really balls-to-the wall with everybody being incorporated really well and new stories emerging. I had zero clue who was gonna win this cos everyone did really good in that thread. But I really like Black emerging as the victor. I think wasabi deserves it after having to defend it against like 12 other people and I get to see more Ultramantis and Dr.Cube shit with the title, which should play a really good part in this feud. And speaking of the feud, these two characters fit each other really well so this should be an intriguing one. Cole vs Dream also being set up is v v v good, as they absolutely went after each other in the aztec warfare thread, and are no doubt gonna deliver some more good threads with half and gone backing those characters. Also just wanna say I really feel that the promos on this show were top top notch. I'm really proud of my own, and everybody else should be proud of theirs because really, all of them were great. Good shit fellas

[albo2]

A shortish match up starts the show but it was very well written by Semi. I enjoyed reading this match up and I'm a fan of Willis's Cody. Hopefully hangs around and keeps getting better as if this is him just starting out, I'm excited for his future. I enjoyed him talking through all his old gimmicks as jokes as well and making sure we all know to take him seriously. 

I love how Fauche & George are taking something so serious like that and actually getting laughs out of me. It is remarkably done well the promos and I love the Gatorade sponsorship for the boys even though I never got into Gatorade, sorry Kyle. I enjoyed the little UE cameo as well and look forward to a match up down the line between those 2 teams. Should be a great read, in match up and TT sesh. 

Short and sweet Dres promo once again, just making sure we know United Kingdom is around. Sometimes short promos do the job and I feel like this did exactly that. It showed unity and addressed the issues with Shibuta. I hope they aren't just getting started and they go away... go away guys go away as I don't want no part of that  

I loved the set up of Tessa saying she wanted a clean fight and then getting disqualified by doing the complete opposite. Great thinking by the writers to do that and continue on with the storyline between the 2. I think this rivalry has legs and it gives it another little toe on that leg to stand on. I liked Graves commenting on this as well. 

2nd time for the UE showing up on the show. Nice little build up to what was going to happen later in the night and UE is doing a great job and catching attention. I couldn't wait to read later on in the show to see if there "Dream Hunt" was successful or not. 

First things first, The Chosen Bros promo needed spacing a feel. It felt a bit to crammed with no spacing between them. I like the introduction of the box but I got a little lost with it really. I think it's a great idea and looking forward to seeing where it goes but the early signs are there. I hope to see the Bro Show again next week. 

Poor Dream, always the bridesmaid but never the bride. Once again nailed the promo and the altercation after it was outstanding. I love when real photos are used to perfection like Cole looking over Dream on the forklift. I love that realness to it and it was very well done. I reckon that might be the best TT session if it leads to a match at Wrestlemania. 

Well deserved victory for Heelboi. I felt if we went more then 1-1 our first weeks here he could have got me but a good win for him this week puts him in good stead for the future. 

The Dymanic Duo are awesome. No other way of saying it other then that. Sami Zayn is so Sami Zayn and the man is starting to sound like Sami Zayn as well. PErfect mix for me. 

Not sure if anyone is picking Sting up or it was just a short cameo but I digged the story why he was there giving big ups to Morrison. Can't beat a good story being told. 

Shibby getting shitty with the ref was cool to see and Shibby giving the keys to the dojo away. Wow, I'd hate to be Vinny as it seems you are in big trouble. Hopefully Mick Foley doesn't want Barbie back anytime soon though. 

2 matches in a row getting done by my fan club hero Fauche... what did I do to deserve this. I must have been a good boy as I can always tell a Fauche match even before I read the credits. Just brings a different kind of wit and different directions then anyone else. I like it....  I like it alot.  Happy to pick up the victory here and loved the way the Spike and Naomi match up played out. Spike stuck to his word and didn't hit a women and thought everything was spot on. 

UWF 2 belts now? Dr Cube, why you not give Morrison the title. Why you being so mean. Dr Cube is a naughty guy but the promo did it's job. LEt Wasabi get into character well and got me pumped for the main event. 

Oh shit son, Vinny found the Dojo and cleared it out. This rivalry is the best one Imo going on at the moment on UWF. I'm loving the creativity that is going on with this. It's screaming Mania to me and it should be a great showdown when it is finally one on one. 

Why was the crowd chanting for Montel Vontavious Porter in Morrisons speech. Do they want MVP to take the title from him. I have no problem in picking him up again and making that happen haha nah congrats to Crann once again for climbing that mountain, a nice humble speech from his man willing to take on all comers to the belt and showing he means business. I know how hard it is to try and take the belt off of Crann so I'll be watching your reign closely. 

Wow, that main event was awesome. It needed to be after the thread and the match up lived up to the hype. Congrats to Wasabi on beating 2 top guys and I look forward to seeing if you can do it 1 on 1 with Crann instead of a Multi Man Match. Your rightful rematch is waiting and I wish you luck. Hope the thread lives up to the hype I have around it.

All in all, great show but it normally always is around this time of year. Look forward to the Road to Wrestlemania to continue.