Post by Danny on Mar 1, 2020 6:59:52 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show! In singles action, Katsuyori Shibata defends his Intercontinental Championship against Spike Dudley.
Tom Phillips: In tag team action, it’s The Undisputed Era versus The World Warriors.
Mauro Ranallo: Also in tag team competition, the Chosen Bros take on the team of Hornswoggle and Roman Reigns.
Corey Graves: Plus Cody will take on Ultramantis Black.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event it’s the UWF Champion Johnny Morrison taking on Vinny Marseglia in non-title competition but first I think we have some footage from earlier tonight.
The scene opens to a dark room. Two men stand across from each other as the older one writes something down on a piece and hands it to the other. As he hands it over, the camera pans closer to the younger man and we see it’s none other than the wrestler, Katsuyori Shibata...
Shibata: You are sure this is where he is?
Old Man: Yes, certain!
Shibata: Alright then, thank you for this. Thank you a lot.
Shibata hands the man a 100 dollar bill before heading off. He opens a door and light bursts into the room while Shibata picks up a suitcase and exits
As Shibata walks and walks, the camera pans closer to the piece of paper in his hand. On one side it reads an address, and on the other side it reads... “Marseglia”. Shibata walks down the streets with determination and fire in his eyes, and we know why. One can only imagine what he intends to do to Vinny Marseglia
Shibata continues his long walk until a familiar address catches his eye, matching the one on the paper. He marches up to the address which belongs to a black, old warehouse, and readies himself for what lays inside. He psyches himself up and bursts through the door, emptying his suitcase in the process, which is revealed to contain the barbed wire bat. He lifts the bat over his shoulders, prepared to swing it at anyone who stand in his way... but he’s stopped dead in his tracks.
In front of him stands a child, startled and frightened. He wears a Shibata shirt sporting the Takeover brand. Shibata is left speechless and horrified. He’s completely taken aback and realizes how he comes off, as a terrified monster, about to harm a child who idolizes him. He tries to utter a word, anything to make the child feel less frightened, but nothing comes out. Instead, a video begins playing from a screen hooked up to a wall as Shibata watches on, sickened by what is shown. A video of Vinny’s promo, him standing in the dojo as it lay it ruins, blares out the screen. Shibata’s stomach churns, and he becomes light headed as he stumbled to the door, away from the child. He manages to ply it open and meanders into the light of day and out onto the street, where he collapses, passing out as the feed cuts.
UWF Revolution continues roll as the camera cuts to "Ultramantis Blue" who is seen backstage with his hands in the prayer position as always. Although something feels a bit off, the crowd is quiet because they want to see what will he say in his sermon tonight.
Ultramantis Blue: At WrestleMania you will all witness me as I win back my UWF Championship. A championship that I’ve never lost and kept in immaculate condition. But there is some sort of road block in my pathway of excellence. That road block is what some would call a nightmare, but what I would call a nuisance to mankind. Tonight, I go one on one with the man of many names Cody. Cody calls himself a nightmare, but he is nothing more than a mere mortal that will fall to the hands of the gifted one. After tonight’s victory I will go on to acquaint on the defeat if Cody….
“Ultramantis Blue” then burst out laughing and takes off his mask as it reveals to be none other than Cody playing tricks.
Cody: I got you all good, didn’t I? You all thought you were about to get a lecture from the mythical one Ultramantis Black but too bad. Tonight, you all get to see me go one on one with Ultramantis what is surely going to steal the show no doubt but also get into your minds that this is a new age. The land knows as UWF that was once rubbed by Dr. Cube and Ultramantis looks a bit rubbish if I do say so myself. There are many men that Ultramantis has run through and defeated, but he has yet to show me that he’s got what it takes to beat me.
Cody then stops and smirks at the camera.
Cody: The dreams of his will be crushed soon, and he will fall victim of the American Nightmare!
Cody then smirks evilly as the camera pans out and UWF Revolution continues to roll into its next segment.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The Nickelback tune begins playing as the fans hesitantly boo, the former underdogs, who strut out with the beautiful Tessa Blanchard by there side, in Leather Jackets and sunglasses. Strutting past the fans and the commentary table, who fist bump Corey as they now earned his respect. Grado and Boar hold the roles for Tessa to get in then they follow. Once the get to the ring they do a quick pose, and hand there jackets to Tessa.
Tony Chimel: “Being accompanied to the ring by Tessa Blanchard, Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-five pounds. The team of Grado and The Proletariat Boar, they are the World Warriors!”
They pose some more soak in the boos, and have a quick chat with Tessa who gives Grado a quick peck on the cheek, before going to their corner and await the prey.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Fans begin to boo as the opening guitar riff to Calm Like a Bomb blasts throughout the arena. This booing intensifies as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish waltz out on stage, shadow boxing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Once they reach the middle of the stage, they stop and throw up the UE hand signal, just as they did after they beat down the New Day.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, representing Undisputed Era at a combined weight of 397 pounds, Roderick Strong... and Bobby Fish!
The fans don't like them but they don't care. They just saunter down to the ring. Roddy slaps a drink out of someone's hand and spooky fingers at them. They both round the ring, jump onto the apron on hardcam style, and quickly step through the ropes. They quickly find their way to the middle of the ring and Roddy kneels there, pounding the mat before throwing his arms out as Fish stands behind him, throwing up the UE hand signal again. Bobby breaks from his pose to remind his partner to get up, which he does. They both wait eagerly for their match to start.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Bobby Fish and Proletariat Boar get things going, the duo circling one another before closing in for a quick tie-up. Boar uses his size to push Fish back against the ropes and then whips him across the ring. As Fish nears the ropes, he leaps up onto the second and springboards into a crossbody, downing Boar! Both men quickly find their footing as the fans actually cheer for the athletic display. Once again, the pair go to tie up but this time Boar lifts a knee as he does so, driving Fish's chest into it. The blow winds Fish, who staggers back a foot or so, which is all of the space Boar needs to lift a boot and kick him in the face! Fish falls flat on his back and sits back up, but Boar is already running past him and as Fish sits up, Boar punts him right in the lower spine!
Ranallo: Ooh, that was an ugly punt to the back and a kick like that will save you a trip to the chiropractor!
Graves: So what you're saying is Boar just saved Fish some money. How nice!
Fish cries out, bracing his back, as he rolls onto his side and tries to push to his feet, but Boar traps him in a side headlock and leads him to the World Warriors corner where he tags in Grado. As the Scot enters the ring, Boar grabs Fish from behind in a full nelson hold. Grado enters and begins unloading to Fish's exposed ribs with several hard punches as the fans boo loudly at the display of hideous sportsmanship. After six blows, Boar powers Fish up and drops him with a full nelson slam.
Phillips: Proletariat Boar putting in a lot of work after tagging into this match-up and he is lucky the referee is letting him off with a few stern words.
Graves: It's called tag team wrestling for a reason, Tom. These two are a unit.
The referee is, indeed, giving Boar a stern talking-to as he heads to his corner. That means his back is turned as Grado grabs both of Fish's ankles and lifts his legs before leaping between them with a double stomp to the groin! Fish screams and thrashes about as Grado scurried away with a mock innocent look on his face, the crowd booing loudly at the blatant low blow. The official turns around but, having seen no sign of shenanigans, has nothing to say to Grado. The Scot merely pulls Fish to his feet and sends him into the corner, then runs straight at him, hitting a running shoulder thrust! Fish looks like he might lose his lunch as Grado pulls away, the Undisputed Era man stumbling toward the middle of the ring before being grabbed from behind and lifted off the canvas, then dropped tailbone-first on a knee with an atomic drop! Fish falls to his hand and knees -- one hand is bracing his back -- as he tries to scurry to his corner, but Grado cuts him off and drops him skull-first to the canvas with a snap DDT before rolling him onto his back and covering.
1...
...NO!
Fish gets a shoulder up, but Grado, in pushing up to his feet, uses his palm to wash Fish's face, eliciting another boo. Grado, satisfied with his performance so far, steps away from Fish and does a little dance for the benefit of his "fans," which gives Fish a window to make a tag! As Strong starts to enter the ring, Grado moves quickly to attack, but Roddy only steps halfway in and calls for the ref to force some separation. The official orders Grado to step back as Strong enters the ring, smiling at the Scot. From a few feet away, Grado eyes Roderick coldly, pacing back and forth as the Undisputed Era man takes his time entering the ring. As soon as Strong is there, Grado charges him, but Roddy sees it coming and steps into a brutal European uppercut that rocks Grado, sending him stumbling for some ropes as he spits out a gob of blood.
Ranallo: Roderick Strong uses Grado's own momentum against him with that brilliant strike.
Graves: Nothing better than a good, old-fashioned jaw-jacker.
Strong runs the ropes opposite of those Grado has stumbled into, rebounding at considerable velocity as Grado stumbles directly toward him and connecting with a leaping clothesline! As Grado rolls onto hands and knees, Strong drops an ax handle on his back and then pulls him to his feet before scooping him up and dropping him on the knee in a pendulum backbreaker! Strong then attempts a cover.
1...
2...
...NO!
Phillips: Near fall there. Maybe two and a half.
Strong rises to his feet, deadlifting Grado along with him before tossing him overhead with a fallaway slam! Grado rolls toward his own corner and manages to find the wherewithal to tag in Boar as Strong finds his feet, eyeing the big masked man with an intense expression
Ranallo: Roderick Strong is fired up here as the Proletariat Boar re-enters the ring.
As Boar enters the ring, Strong runs right at him. Boar tries to work a quick counter of his own as he lifts his boot but Strong has it scouted, sliding in under and catching his opponent in a cradle before lifting him off the canvas and throwing him back-first into the turnbuckles of his own team's corner! Boar stumbles out as Strong lifts a knee, forcing him into a doubled-over position from which Strong traps him in a butterfly clutch and spins him up and over into a backbreaker!
Graves: Another backbreaker from the man who calls himself the Messiah of the maneuver, and you've got to believe it when he pulls one off like that.
The fans gasp at the vicious maneuver as Boar lands hard and falls to the canvas, arching his back for half a second before Strong forces him flat and covers.
1...
2...
...NO!
Phillips: Boar gets the shoulder up at the last possible millisecond!
Strong, visibly annoyed, finds his feet and brings Boar with him, whipping him into the corner. Roddy then charges right at the big man, intending to hit a running knee, but Boar tears out of the corner and catches him with the Gore to a gasp from the crowd! Boar covers.
Graves: GORE! GORE! GORE!
1...
2...
...NO! Bobby Fish breaks up the pin!
Fish helps Strong to his feet and the two are having a quick chat as Boar finds his own vertical base. The big man roars and charges, which unfortunately alerts his opponents, both of whom leap up and hit stereo dropkicks! Boar falls to the canvas as Fish rolls out onto the apron and Strong stalks the big man, ready to put this match-up away.
Phillips: Gorgeous synchronized dropkicks from the Undisputed Era and the World Warriors might just be in trouble here.
Graves: Might? There's no doubt about it, Tom, Boar is a marked man!
Roddy waits for the big man to get up, following him closely. When Boar does finally find his feet, the Messiah of the Backbreaker is ready and he catches the big man in a suplex clutch in preparation for The End of Heartache! Roddy attempts to lift Boar, but the World Warrior plants his feet. Roddy tries again to no avail, at which point, Boar actually lifts him up and holds him for several seconds before bringing Roderick crashing down with a delayed vertical suplex. Boar gets to his feet fired up and heads right back to his corner, ready to go back to the Gore, but rather than stumble back to his own feet, Strong crawls to his corner and tags in Fish!
Ranallo: Well, Roderick Strong just made a tag at the most inopportune time for the Proletariat Boar and you have to assume that Boar is going to change tack now that his maneuver has been so heavily telegraphed.
Indeed he does. As Fish enters the ring Boar comes out of his three point stance, eyeing his opponent. Fish extends a hand and calls for a test of strength, and the mere gesture alone draws a laugh from Boar who moves to accept, assuming his size will work to his advantage. What he doesn't expect is the hard kick to the chest he receives as he closes in, which claps so loudly the impact can be heard in the cheap seats. Boar falls back into the ropes, rebounding into a second hard chest kick. On his next rebound, Fish leaps up onto his shoulders and hits a frankensteiner! He sits out in the pin!
Phillips: Frankensteiner by Bobby Fish and this has to be it!
1...
2...
...NO! Grado breaks up the pin!
The Scot starts laying boots into Fish, stomping at him as the Undisputed Era man rolls for the ropes. The official starts to get into Grado's face, but he shoves the referee out of the way and moves to help Boar. That's when he is cut off by Roderick Strong with a calf kick! Grado rolls out of the ring as Strong now gets the official's rebuke, but while the referee follows Roderick to his corner, his back is turned as Bobby Fish rolls back under the ropes and grabs Boar's ankles, lifting them up before repeatedly stomping on his groin. The fans boo once again at the show of poor sportsmanship as Fish adds a spit on the face and then steps away a split second before the official turns back around.
Graves: The Undisputed Era gets some valuable payback on the World Warriors here and you gotta love a match peppered with shenanigans.
Ranallo: While you may, Corey, I think it is safe to say by their reactions that the fans don't, and we all know what Drake Maverick thinks about dirty deeds.
With Boar thoroughly subdued, Fish crosses to Roderick and tags him in. But Bobby doesn't leave the ring, instead positioning on one side of Boar while Roderick positions on the other, both men gesturing for him to get up and licking their chops at the thought of what they have planned. Boar, suffering through the pain, is unaware of the pair of jackals that are circling as he lumbers back to his feet, only to be taken down in brutal fashion with a Total Elimination! Strong covers.
1...
2...
...3!!!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong
THE UNDISPUTED ERA!!!
Ranallo: Strong and Fish waited for the right opportunity to strike and when it presented itself, the Undisputed Era were ready to capitalize, much as they have been for the past month here in the UWF.
Graves: I've been singing these men's praises since they showed up in this company and with yet another W added to their record, I must look like a total genius.
Phillips: It's easy to win when you cheat...
Strong and Fish celebrate in the ring while the Warriors regroup on the outside, staring daggers at their foes in the squared circle. The Undisputed Era continue to celebrate as the feed moves along.
[INT. Matt Riddle’s Car heading to the Hotel in time for Revolution]
Matt Riddle is driving along the highway as Cobb is slumped back snoring. It is a rather humid day therefore both front windows are slightly ajar. Riddle is humming along to the radio as ‘MMMBop’ by Hanson finishes. The radio presenter speaks over the radio ‘Well Ladies and Gents, get ready because this weekend sees the arrival of UWF’s weekly Revolution show in town. The match card contains many fantastic talents ranging from the UWF champion Johnny Morrison to the little bastard Swoggle. Don’t miss out on getting your tickets in time for this weekend.’ Riddle chuckles at the radio announcement.
Jeff Cobb: We there yet?
Matt Riddle: Just a few miles to go, bro. How you feeling?
Jeff Cobb: Well, still having those weird dreams again. I don’t know man, ever since you gave me this lockbox, I’ve just been feeling weird. I honestly don’t feel like ‘Mr Athletic’ any more. I feel like ‘Mr fucking Weirdo’.
Matt Riddle: Mr fucking Weirdo is a pretty great name, bro.
Cobb gives Riddle a stern look.
Matt Riddle: Just kidding, bro. Obviously. Listen, we’ve been through this 1000 times already, bro. You just need to chill out. Honestly, if you keep worrying about using it then just use it then, you can get rid of it and move on, bro.
Jeff Cobb: No, man. I’m just fed up with feeling the way I do y’know? It’s crappy.
Matt Riddle: I know what’ll cheer you up, bro. Why don’t we pull over and record a promo?
Jeff Cobb:That.. that sounds like a great idea actually.
Riddle pulls over on the side of the road, out of the way of traffic. He pulls out a video camcorder and holds it up - recording himself and Cobb. They begin to cut a promo. Cobb speaks first.
Jeff Cobb: Struggles, challenges and hard times always offer value. There is no way that you are able to grow without a form of struggle. You can’t become stronger without some resistance. Imagine if it was easy to get what you want, every single time without an inch of struggle.
Cobb is being utterly serious. A side that we rarely see from ‘Mr Athletic’. Riddle speaks up.
Matt Riddle:.. BROOOOOOOOOOO!
Jeff Cobb: We are gonna- wait what? I thought we were cutting a promo?
Matt Riddle: Yeah? We are, bro? I’m just getting my stuff in, keeping the gimmick alive, y’know bro?
Jeff Cobb: Matt. You don’t have a gimmick. You are your gimmick. And what do you mean ‘get your stuff in’? You say bro at the end of every sentence.
Matt Riddle: No, I don’t.
Jeff Cobb: Oh, haha. Real mature. Can we start again?
Matt Riddle: Whatever you say, brooooo.
Riddle restarts the tape and Cobb begins again.
Jeff Cobb: Struggles, challenges *CLICK* and hard times always offer value. There is no *CLICK* way that you are able to grow without a-*CLICK* What the hell are you doing?!
Matt Riddle: Taking some on the road selfies and putting ‘em on our Instagram, bro. Gotta get my ‘gram’ on y’know, bro.
Jeff Cobb: But making a promo was your idea?
Matt Riddle: Yeah, I know. Dumb idea huh bro?
Jeff Cobb: Ah, fuck this. I’m going back to sleep.
Matt Riddle: Whatever you say, big guy. Don’t forget to pop those ear plugs in, bro!
As Cobb shakes his head at Riddle and closes his eyes. Riddle prys the lockbox out of Cobb’s hands; who has been holding the lockbox this whole time and has quickly fallen asleep. He throws it out of the car window and it hits the floor outside of the car. Riddle talks under his breath to himself
Matt Riddle: That settles that then.. bro..
Riddle drives away, but as he does so Cobb pulls up the handbrake.
Jeff Cobb: Go. Back. Now.
Riddle is shook at the sight of an awake Cobb who is staring right at him.
Jeff Cobb: … Estúpido…
Matt Riddle: What’d you say, bro?
Jeff Cobb: I said; GO. BACK. NOW. You better grab that or so help me god, Matt.
Matt Riddle: No.. you spoke Spanish again?.... Never mind… Sorry, bro. I shouldn’t have done that. I gave it as a gift, I know how much of a connection it has to you, bro. We’ll go back.
Jeff Cobb: You’re damn right we will. Also, for your information; I have no idea how to speak Spanish so I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s just stop this bullshit and go whoop The Dogs asses.
Matt Riddle: You got it, bro! Let’s go cook ‘em up in the ring, bro, and serve some hot Dogs for lunch, bro. HEHE WOOF WOOF!
As Riddle turns the car around to go and get the lockbox, Jeff is confused by the repetitive ‘Spanish’ comments coming from Riddle. He brushes them off and the pair bicker once more as they usually do, still laughing and joking at the same time. The camera pans away and the shot transitions.
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.
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.
VS 
DING DING DING
Despite his confidence in his own abilities, Cody cautiously meets with Ultramantis in the center of the ring, the two tying up. Black is able to overpower Cody, pushing him back into the ropes. The ref comes in to get between the two and Cody stomps down on Black's foot. This creates a slight opening and it allows Cody to get in control, placing him in a side headlock. The former UWF Champion won't stand for this, backing into the ropes and pushing Cody off. Rhodes comes back with a shoulder tackle but it's not enough to take Black down. Cody rolls his shoulders before running to the ropes, coming back for a second one but Ultramantis doesn't care about this little power struggle. Instead he uses Cody's own momentum against him to drive him into the mat with the Brainwashing Effect! Looking to end things early, Black goes for the pin.
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Despite getting caught off guard, Cody manages to kick out at one. He shakes his head, trying to get the cobwebs out but Black grabs it with both hands, bringing him right back up to his feet. He's a man on a mission, lifting Cody into the air in a vertical suplex position but Cody slips behind him, landing on his feet. He pushes Black over to the ropes, Mantis hitting them and running right back into a standing Dropkick! Black gets back up right away, trying to take off Cody's head with a lariat but the American Nightmare ducks it, grabbing him from he side and hitting a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Black grabs at the back of his head but he's about to grab his face too when Cody drops a jumping knee right into his face! He grabs both feet for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Ultramantis kicks out!
Tom Phillips: A pretty back and forth match so far in the early stages of this match.
Corey Graves: Ultramantis Black has been nearly unbeatable for a reason but Cody is a UWF legend.
Mauro Ranallo: Some people might have thought Cody might have had some ring rust but after his win last week and what we've seen this far, that may not be the case.
Corey Graves: Or actually he does have ring rust and is just still this good. That's a scary thought.
Cody grabs Ultramantis and brings him back up to his feet, throwing him into the corner. He throws a few kicks to the gut to weaken him down before irish whipping him across to the opposite corner. Cody runs right after him and Ultramantis gets the foot up. Cody catches it however and shakes his head. He pulls on his leg, bringing him in for a big right hand that knocks him down. Now that he's seated in the corner, Rhodes puts the boots to him, stomping away and only backing off when the ref gets to the count of 4. The crowd is actually cheering, whether its out of respect for a legend or hatred for the former champ, who knows. Cody goes back on the attack, grabbing Ultramantis but Black uses his lower position to pull Cody in and have him ram his face into the turnbuckle! Ultramantis gets out of the corner and opts for a little breather.
Cody doesn't stay down for long, getting back up from a knee but Ultramantis takes his head off with a running Big Boot! You can practically see the stars circling his head as he looks out in the distance but he doesn't have much time to figure out where he's at since Ultramantis brings him right back to a vertical base. He tries to put him in the Full Nelson but Cody comes right back to life. He's able to not let him interlock his fingers and instead gives him a few back elbows to the side of the head to stun him. Cody has broken free of his grasp and runs to the ropes, springboarding off them, perhaps looking for the Disaster Kick but Ultramantis followed him over, scooping him up right as he jumped onto the ropes. Cody is up in an electric chair and the Devious One crosses his arms before falling back into a Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex! He bridges for the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Cody kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: I thought Ultramantis might have had him right there!
Corey Graves: Can we just stop and take a second to appreciate just how nice it is to have a guy fighting so hard to get back his championship? He goes through the hellish Aztec Warfare where he's quadruple teamed, then he wins a triple threat against two top guys and now he's fighting a returning legend. This man hasn't had a break and he's still pumping out quality stuff.
Black grabs Cody's feet and drags him over to the corner. He's positioned with his back facing it before he falls back, slingshotting Cody face first into the top turnbuckle! Cody looks out of it as he hugs the top rope. Mantis grabs his legs once more and throw him back with a Wheelbarrow Suplex! Cody grabs the back of his head after it had bounced hard off the mat. Little does he know that Ultramantis is going for kill. He picks Cody back up and hooks both arms in a double underhook. He starts to lift Cody up into the air but the American Nightmare kicks his feet up and prevents it from happening, instead sending Ultramantis up and over with a Back Body Drop!
Cody immediately stumbles over to the ropes, trying to regain his balance and get back up to his feet. Ultramantis however gets right back up and runs at him, looking to take his head off with a big boot but Cody moves out of the way just in time! Black's foot is tied up over the top rope and so Cody chop blocks his other leg, causing Mantis to fall to the mat. He tries to get up right away but his knee gives out causing him to stumble. Cody hits him with a superkick to stun him but Ultramantis doesn't go down. Cody instead walks over and bends down, picking him up before throwing him back down to the mat with the Albama Slam! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Black kicks out at 2! Cody is done with all this, heading right to the top rope. Ultramantis is slowly trying to get up to his feet while Cody is perched facing the crowd, turning his head to see where Black is at. Once the former UWF Champion is on his feet, Cody moonsaults but the pool is empty! Mantis side steps him and Cody eats the mat hard! Black capitalizes right away, grabbing Cody's arms in the double underhook before lifting him into the air and spiking his head into the mat with the Praying Mantis bomb! Ultramantis goes for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Ultramantis black!
Mauro Ranallo: A hard fought victory by Cody but the former UWF Champion proved to be too much.
Corey Graves: We keep saying former but if I recall, he's still in possession of the UWF Championship and possession in 9/10ths of the law sooo...
Black heads to the back while Cody sits up in the ring, shaking his head in disappointment after he came close to defeating the former champion as the show fades elsewhere.
*we see Havoc on the outside of the building where the show is being held*
Jimmy: Tessa...thank you. I'm not mad at you, why should i?. You just gave me a reason to challenge you to a Hardcore match at Wrestlemania. So, do you accept our third encounter to be a hardcore match?. The answer is up to you.
*Jimmy smiles towards the camera and then leaves the scene, therefore ending the segment.
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 Keibler: Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the manager of the future UWF Intercontinental Champion after tonight?
Stacy puts her finger to her chin, folding her arms as she begins to think. She snaps her fingers as she comes up with the answer all by herself.
Stacy Keibler: Oh that's right, it's me The Duchess of Dudleyville isn't it. I can't wait until later tonight when I get to hug my man Spikey Dudley whilst holding the Intercontinental Title above my head and also reminding him that he is the First Eliminator from Aztec Warfare. I knew Spikey was good but I forgot just how good he is. Just look at the facts, we have been back maybe a month.... at best and the only bit of action Spikey has seen was a dominant performance at No Mercy going toe to toe with the current number one contender and former champion Ultramantis Black and also eliminating Daniel Bryan like he was nothing and then defeating that disgusting team of The Uso's and that trollop Naomi. How dare she try to get her hands on my Spikey as well. That piece of meat is only for me to stick my fork into but she got what was coming to her. She got exactly that and my boys got the win. I bet a few people are wondering what Spikey has done to get this title belt but I firmly believe that EC3 has rewarded him for sticking to his word and not touching her last week. He showed how much commitment and passion he has for this business by staying true to his word and EC3 has heard us say that we aren't just here for a farewell tour. He has heard us say we are going to take titles and wins away from anyone we can. I bet that's it. Actually I bet my left titty that is what is going on.
A door can be heard opening up from behind Stacy as Spike slowly walks into the lockeroom. Stacy turns around, running to her man and planting a kiss on his forehead as he hugs her back. He places his things to the side. He takes a seat and begins to tape his shoes up as Stacy continues talking.
Stacy: You ready to go tonight my little First Eliminator?
Spike: As ready as I'll ever be darling. These butterflies in my stomach are getting wilder and wilder but I see that as a good thing. The bigger the butterflies, the bigger the occasion but darling, do me a favor. This match is by no means a foregone conclusion. Shibata is a pretty powerful dude, he has been going toe to toe with Vinny recently and I can see that he has him on the ropes. This guy is something else and I'll need to be at the top of my game to beat him so please, don't get too confident and act like I've already got the Intercontinental Championship belt around my waist. I know you have done it in the past and I know it's worked but I just have this feeling that it will be different this time around. I've been on top of the mountain with the UWF Championship around my waist, I've been at the first rung on the ladder to success with the Hardcore Title before but this is the first time I can capture the middle title and I feel way more pressure this time around. You have seen how much this title means to Shibata and I plan on doing him justice and at least making him work for his victory. They don't come much harder then this.
Just as Spike finishes up speaking, his brothers burst through the door as Stacy whips round to welcome them in. The Dudleyz walk in with Bubba carrying a Purple Gatorade and D-Von smiling from ear to ear.
Bubba: How cool is it for the arena to put out a tray of free Gatorade? I had no idea that there was a King of the Ring coming up though. I didn't think UWF did King of the Ring. It's mighty fine of Gatorade to sponsor it though, that is surely what the big KOR meant behind the tray meant doesn't it D-Von?
D-Von: I'd like to say no but tonight is too big a night to argue with you so I'm just going to say yes, you are 1000% percent right. Gatorade sponsors King of the Ring.
D-Von shakes his head as he looks at Stacy with a look on his face which can only mean 'Is he for real". Bubba nods his head unaware of what is happening around him as he takes the top off and begins to sip away.
D-Von: So you ready for tonight Spike or what? It's a big opportunity coming your way tonight and I hope you are ready. It's not every day you get a title shot so close to Wrestlemania and I just want to make sure you ain't going in cold.
Spike: Cheers bro but I've got this. Stacy has already given me her pep talk so I'll save your breath. Listen, tonight is just another page in my chapter. If I win this match tonight, you better believe I'll go mad and go crazy celebrating it until probably the night of Wrestlemania but if I lose tonight, I know this is only the beginning. I'm hoping Shibata has his mind on me tonight and not on anything else.... no Vinny, no Ikeman, no bleach blonde, beautiful stunning female standing at ringside cheering me on. This is only the beginning for Shibata in the story of Spike Dudley as well because I want that Intercontinental Title and if I fall short tonight, I will learn things, it won't be a wasted shot at all so I'm ready.
Bubba stops drinking his Gatorade now as D-Von agrees with everything Spike has been saying. Bubba lets everyone know how much he is enjoying it as he lets out a big "awwww" when his finished it.
Bubba: Now listen, before you go out there tonight and do your thing, I know you say you are ready but I feel you aren't actually fully ready until I get these two things off my gut and you have seen my gut... you know how big it is so these are pretty massive things. Number 1. I got off the phone to Mick Foley earlier today and he asked me to tell you that he wants Barbie back. Kissing his wife isn't bringing him quite the excitement that kissing Barbie did and Number 2...... I actually have something for you that you will need. Something very important. Something that you have earnt since you have shown yourself to be a brave hero. It's time I gave you these....
Bubba reaches into his back pocket. Spike looking with a look of anticipation on his face, waiting to see what Bubba is talking about. Bubba rustles round for a little bit before he pulls out some keys. Spikes eyes light up as Stacy gasps with excitement.
Stacy: How did you get these?
Spike: Are they what I think they are?
Bubba: Well what do you think they are?
Spike: I seen them last week. Shibata was giving them to Ikeman? Are they the keys to the Dojo? Are you saying to beat Shibata I have to go see how he trains inside his own Dojo? Wait, is there even a Dojo standing after the massacre from Vinny last week? is that how you got them? Vinny dropped them somewhere and you found them? How.... how I need to know how you found them as this is a massive advantage for tonight. I can use this.
Bubba: WHAT THE HELL A......
Bubba is cut short with a clip round the ear hole from D-Von. D-Von points at him as Bubba rubs the back of his head.
Bubba: JESUS CHRIST, WH.......
Bubba is cut short again with another clip round the ear hole from D-Von.
D-Von: I told you never to use the lords name in vein and never to use the H word around me.
Bubba: Fine, If I must but just last week you were beating up a women so I'm pretty sure that's a sin but whatever. Listen Spike, I think you might be the Dojo. What even is a Dojo? I have no idea but these keys certainly aren't from Shibata or Vinny or anything like that. I'm no thief, I don't steal from people.....
D-Von: I'm pretty sure you may have stolen Kyle O'Reilly's Gatorade Bubba.
Bubba: Nah, I told you, it was a free Gatorade table as Gatorade is sponsoring the upcoming King of the Ring tournament coming up but these keys are for my secret refrigerator at our place in Dudleyville. It's the one Velvet is allowed in and I'm giving them to you as I feel you need to put on some damn weight. I mean look at the size of you, are you even over 100 pounds dripping wet? Listen, I have everything you need in that fridge to have you looking as fit as me so please, take the keys and take the next step towards greatness.
Spike shakes his head in disbelief towards his brother. He sits back down, going back to his tap as Stacy takes the keys from Bubba. He smiles as she does this and goes back to drinking his free Gatorade as D-Von just shrugs his shoulders.
D-Von: Bubba will be Bubba.
With that statement, the camera fades and takes us to somewhere else in the arena, ready for the next exciting thing to happen.
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 at a combined weight of four hundred and seven pounds. The team of Roman Reigns and Hornswoggle, The Dogs!
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of the Chosen Bros it is decided that Jeff Cobb will start the match as Matt Riddle steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. On the opposite side of the ring, in the corner of the Dogs it is decided that Hornswoggle will start the match as Roman Reigns steps through the ropes and takes his place on the apron. Cobb goes right after Hornswoggle with an attempted boot but the shorter competitor sidesteps to dodge it and leaps at Cobb’s other knee, grabbing it with both hands and feet and biting.
Jeff cries out in pain as he tries to shake Swoggle off of his leg but is unable to, so he falls forward, looking to sandwich his foe between his knee and the mat, but Swoggle switches his position on the leg so that he’s behind the knee and Cobb hits nothing but mat. Hornswoggle is up and has released his grip on the leg as he starts kicking Jeff in the side as Jeff climbs up to his feet, Swoggle now throwing punches. Cobb turns and delivers a downward punch to Swoggle’s forehead knocking him to a seated position then goes for a punt kick but Hornswoggle lays down to avoid it and scrambles afterward as he now has Jeff in a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Cobb forcefully kicks out as Swoggle goes running towards his corner, Jeff quickly in pursuit after regaining a vertical base. Swoggle successfully tags in Reigns who quickly enters the ring and blocks an attack from Cobb before firing off with a hard right. Jeff fires back with a punch of his own but it’s again blocked and he eats a punch from Reigns. Cobb goes for a headbutt now but Roman ducks down to avoid it and hoists Jeff onto his shoulders, hitting him with a Samoan Drop. As Cobb pops up from the mat, Reigns cocks his wrist and leaps up, connecting with a flush Superman Punch that sends the big man staggering.
As he staggers towards his corner, Matt tags him on the pec and steps into the ring as Roman stops in his tracks and the two have a stare down for a moment. Jeff takes his place on the apron as Riddle throws a kick that gets blocked by the, “Big Dog” who catches the leg and flips Matt onto his back. Riddle scrambles back to his feet and goes for another kick as Roman catches his foot with both hands, but Matt responds to this by leaping up and throwing a higher kick with the other foot as it connects with the face of Reigns.
Riddle lands on his feet as he punches the dazed Samoan in the stomach, causing him to hunch over as Matt puts him on his knees. Riddle winds up and kicks Roman in the upper shoulder as the crowd says, “Bro!”. Riddle winds up another kick and connects in the bicep as the crowd again says, “Bro!”. This continues with each kick landed as Matt throws a few more than winds back as far as he can and unleashes one aimed for the chest but Reigns gets up as he does and nearly cuts him in half with a Spear!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: The “Resident Bro” was in the driver’s seat for a moment there but Roman reminded him here that momentum can change at any second.
Corey Graves: Maybe he shouldn’t bite his offense from a more talented superstar next time. How dare he do the It Kicks!
Riddle holds his ribs and looks to be in a great deal of pain as Roman begins walking towards him to follow up. Matt notices he’s close to his corner as he tags out to Jeff who eagerly enters the ring and punches Roman in the face. Reigns fires back with a punch of his own but Cobb smacks his arm away and lunges forward, connecting with a headbutt before pulling Roman in and connecting with a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex.
Reigns is up soon after impact as Jeff is raining down on him with stiff punches but Roman soon throws his arms out and to the sides to put a stop to the assault and connects with a headbutt before cocking his wrist and going for a Superman Punch but Cobb avoids the punch and uses Reigns’ momentum against him as he catches him in the air and drives him into the mat with a Double A Spinebuster!
Jeff goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Reigns gets the shoulder up as Cobb creates some distance between them and heads over to his corner, tagging in Riddle. Riddle leaps over the top rope and charges Reigns, going for a kick but Reigns lays flat to avoid it and rolls backward onto his feet as he straightens up to a vertical base and charges Riddle, connecting with another Spear!
Tom Phillips: And again the devastating move finds its mark!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, the pain Matt Riddle’s got to be in right now!
Corey Graves: I don’t like The Dogs, but I could watch Roman Spear the Chosen Bros all day long.
While Riddle is down in the ring, Cobb is on the outside looking for his lockbox but to his surprise, Hornswoggle is heading under the ring with it. Jeff gives chase around the ring but Hornswoggle manages to retreat under the ring as Cobb follows after. After a moment, Hornswoggle emerges on the other side but Cobb is nowhere to be seen. Swoggle climbs up onto the apron as Reigns tags him in but as Hornswoggle enters the ring, Riddle nearly takes his head off with a kick.
Matt kicks Reigns and sends him out of the ring as he now puts the Ankle Lock on Swoggle, getting the tapout.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Chosen Bros!
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia looking as intense as ever as his gaze rests offscreen.
Vinny Marseglia: Katsuyori Shibata didn’t like that our match ended with me attacking him with a steel chair so what does he do? He tries to make that right in Aztec Warfare but fails, even with the help of Ikemen. Johnny Morrison doesn’t like the way that I do things and has set out to do things differently in what he calls his UWF. Well I can promise you that he’s going to fail too, as much as those of you carrying the flame for him hate to hear that. Because it’s like I told Johnny personally, this is still my UWF, and in my UWF: there is no penance for me to pay. There’s no telling me what to do or the way things are, I rule the roost.
Vinny looks into the camera now.
If you don’t believe me, wait until the closing bell when I’ve had my way with the UWF Champion and then you’ll have no choice but to admit that I have the control. And if the UWF Champion can’t control the company he’s the face of, what chance does anyone else stand while I’m around? It’s like I’ve been saying all along: none. That goes for you too, Shibata. I hope you’ve given my demand more than a little thought, because the consequences will be dire if you haven’t.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Palmer Cannon is shown walking down the hall looking content. Perhaps he just ate a satisfying dinner at catering. The man whose job remains a mystery unto this day reaches his private office and walks inside. He flips on the lights and is shocked to see Kyle O'Reilly lying on his desk, arm draped over his face, title belt draped over his chest.
Cannon: AH! What the? Kyle? What are you doing here?
The UWF World Tag Team Champion doesn't look up as he replies.
KO'R: I'm so confused, Cannon. I'm so confused.
Cannon: Well... um... can you go be confused somewhere else? I've got a lot of paperwork to -
Kyle haphazardly rolls of the desk and crashes down on to the carpeted floor. A soft groan. But he's out of the way not, at least. Even so, Palmer knows that his old... uh... "friend(?)" is in some dire straits here. Cannon walks around to his side of the desk, puts his briefcase down, sighs, and dives in.
Cannon: So uh... hey man. What's on your mind?
He already regrets asking the decision, but the fact that Kyle once asked him to the be his Best Man isn't lost on the suit and tie'd exec. There's a comradery that he hasn't shared with any other UWF superstars in all his years with the company. Kyle groans again replies.
KO'R: I just don't know who I am anymore. Or what I want. Or what I'm doing.
Cannon: Well... you're one-half of the new UWF World Tag Team Champions. You've got a pretty lucrative sponsorship deal with Gatorade and your charity seems to be doing well. Plus you've got Wrestlemania right around the corner, so that's something to look forward to, right? Everything's coming up roses as far as I can tell. You know what might make you feel better? Some reps at the gym! Where's Mark, anyway?
O'Reilly sits up at the mention of his partner's name, a strange look on his face.
KO'R: Yeah... yeah... Mark. Mark. I uh... haven't seen... or like... um... hey, do you think Bobby still likes me?
Cannon: Bobby? Sure. Of course. No... wait... Bobby Fish? Like Undisputed Era Bobby Fish? Like goes around with Adam Cole and Roderick Strong and beats people up Bobby Fish? That Bobby Fish?
KO'R: That Bobby Fish.
Palmer tugs nervously at his tight shirt collar.
Cannon: Geez, I don't know man. I think those guys are trouble. Plus besides, you've got such a great thing going with Mark right now. What are you even worried about Bobby Fish for?
Kyle stares into the mid-distance, watching the ghosts of yesterday dance across the cold marble floor of his Asperger's memory palace.
KO'R: It's just... ya know... we used to be a team... and then we weren't... and then I had Sweet n' Sour, and then the nWo, and then Despy. And then I was alone. But then I got Mark, and that was great. I mean, it is great. It's all I ever wanted. But now? Now Bobby's here and it's like... it's like...
Cannon: It's like what, Kyle?
The Diabetic Dragon stands up, shrugs, and then slings his title belt over his shoulder.
KO'R: I dunno dude. I think... I think I need a Gatorade...
With that, Kyle turns and leaves the office, leaving Palmer Cannon and by extension the entire UWF Universe with more questions than answers. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Sounds of Shibata fill the atmosphere as do cheers for the wrestler. As the cheers clear however, we hear the boos that always remain when Shibata appears, as not everyone agrees with his idea of wrestling. The Wrestler still isn't present however, as he will only enter when his name is announced.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF Intercontinental Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
Shibata calmly walks out with his head down and championship in hand. He does not look up at anybody or anything, even while fans touch his shoulder and scream his name, he is only focusing on what lay ahead of him. He quickly walks before the ring.
Shibata pauses before the ring, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He slides his championship in the the ring, puts his hands on the apron and bows his head. Head still down. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring. He stretches his legs and sits down with his legs crossed before the championship.
Slowly, Shibata finally lifts his head towards the entrance way, his eyes filled with fire directed right to his opponent as he waits for them to appear.
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley and Stacy Keibler emerge from the curtain. Stacy is looking fine with some glasses on as Spike is looking all business.
The couple look out into the crowd as they shower them with cheers. Spike grabs Stacy's hand and they both begin the walk down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and both oblige, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as they come to end of the ramp. Spike follows Stacy around, helping her climb the stairs. She reaches the top as Spike slides into the ring, walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and beating his chest whilst he looks into the crowd, meanwhile at the same time, Stacy is making her trademark entrance into the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, meeting Stacy in the ring and giving her a kiss. He shows her the way to the ropes as she climbs out of the ring, the same way she climbed in as Spike turns and is ready for his match.
VS 
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Spike isn't afraid to throw himself right at Shibata. LSD connects with a dropkick that sends Shibata flying backwards into the corner. Spike rushes back up to his feet and starts smashing his forearms into the Intercontinental Champions face. The Wrestler is able to withstand these blows and shove Spike away with ease considering the size difference. Spike runs right back at him but a elbow to the jaw catches him off guard. He stumbles back a few feet and a straight sparta kick right to the chest has him flying backwards. Dudley simply rolls through back up to his feet and rushes right at Shibata once more, hitting even more forearms.
Corey Graves: Spike is like a little kid who won't stop swinging when he can't reach you because you got your hand on his forehead. It's borderline embarrassing.
Tom Phillips: You know better than anyone Corey that Spike has what it takes to reach the pinnacle of this company.
Corey Graves: Look, he may have defeated the unstoppable Kevin Steen but flukes happen from time to time. Look at how you got hired.
Spike is all over Shibata but the Intercontinental Champion is more than accustomed to a battle of strikes. He shoves Spike off once more and moves in for a Roundhouse Kick. Spike ducks it and jumps right onto his back, placing him in a Sleeper Hold! Shibata tries to elbow at his sides but Spike is so skinny that he's far off the mark. He instead turns around and rams himself back first into the corner but Spike won't let go. Shibata reaches back and grabs Spike by the hair, throwing him forward with a sort of snapmare except he lands hard on his back. Spike tries to get up right away but he's taken down with a single leg running dropkick. Again Spike tries to fight up to his feet but The Wrestler grabs him in a waistlock from behind, easily deadlifting him into a german suplex! He bridges into the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Spike kicks out! Shibata gets back to his feet and walks to the opposite corner, watching as Spike gets up using the ropes to help. Once Spike is standing in the corner, Shibata runs right over, looking for the big boot but Spike moves out of the way just in time! Shibata may have pulled a hamstring and he gently pulls his foot away from the top rope, turning around only to get hit in the gut with the Battering Ram that is Spike Dudley's head! Spike then manages to pick up the Intercontinental Champion, seating him on the top rope. From there he climbs up to the top as well, falling down and wrapping his legs around his head for the Frankensteiner! Spike makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Shibata kicks out!
Tom Phillips: We could have had a new champion right there!
Corey Graves: Look, I'm not the biggest Shibata fan. I think his whole look on wrestling is dumb but if he loses here tonight, it's because of what happened earlier. He can't be 100 percent after seeing that kid.
Mauro Ranallo: That definitely may be affecting him Corey but there's always outside things affecting matches. If Spike wins, he deserves it.
Spike brings Shinbata back up to his feet, grabbing his head into a side headlock. He points to the corner, the fans popping as he runs right to them for the Dudley Dog. Shibata however shoves him forward as he's going up the ropes and seats him on the top turnbuckle. He grabs Spike by the head and throws him down, placing him in a tree of woe. Shibata heads to the other corner and comes back, running full speed for a basement dropkick except Spike uses his core strength to sit up, Shibata eating nothing! The Intercontinental Champion gets back to his feet and shakes it off but doesn't notice that spike has climbed up top, coming off with a flying crossbody to take him down!
The crowd may like both men but they are cheering wildly for Spike. The Runt of the Dudley litter is feeding off their energy and he goes right back to the top rope. Shibata is still laying down after taking that crossbody but Spike doesnt waste any time gloating, instead getting up there as fast as he can. He looks down at Shibata before jumping off, driving his feet right into the stomach of the Intercontinental Champion! The double foot stomp proves effective as Shibata looks like he can barely breath. Spike throws his body down to the mat and hooks both legs for a deep cover!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Shibata kicks out! Spike won't let that deter him as he gets back to his feet, fire in his eyes. He moves to go back on the attack but once he does, the lights suddenly go out.
Tom Phillips: Oh what now!
Corey Graves: I think we know exactly what's about to happen.
The lights pop back on and Vinny Marseglia is standing in the ring with a barbed wire bat. Spike runs at him but eats a shot right to the gut with the bat! Spike falls to his hands and knees and Vinny slams it into his back, prompting the bell to ring.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Spike Dudley!
Vinny kicks Spike out of the ring and turns his attention to Shibata. The Wrestler is getting to his feet, unaware that the Horror King is waiting for him. Before Vinny can get to him, numerous officials come running out from the back. They try to get into the ring to stop him but Vinny swings at them, making them run away. Shibata finally turns to face him and Vinny cracks him over the head with the bat! Shibata falls back, blood trickling out of his head. Vinny just laughs and licks the barbed wire with Shibata's blood on it. It's a terrifying site and Vinny opts to leave on his own accord, people making sure to make a way fro him, not wanting to be a part of his rampage. The officials check on Shibata as the show movers on.
The live feed cuts to Sami and Becky having some food. They're in the middle of a discussion.
Sami Zayn: So I told him look, I don't care if you gave us last week off, we deserve a longer break.
Becky Lynch: Damn right we do!
Sami Zayn: I mean what else are they going to do? We've beaten everyone worth beating and these new teams like Chosen Bros, those little kids and ugh Roman Reigns and Hornswoggle, we shouldn't sully our names with trash like that.
Becky Lynch: Did you see what that lil' creep did to me at Aztec Warfare. I should sue.
Sami Zayn: I hear there's this great lawyer down in Mexico, hasn't lost a case yet.
Becky Lynch: Definitely should get his number.
Sami Zayn: I'll talk to my guy about it but now for some gameplanning. Mark Henry and Kyle O'Reilly clearly aren't a great team. One of them is pulling more weight if you know what I mean.
Becky Lynch: Yeah Henry is pretty fat.
Sami Zayn: Exactly so what if we use that against him. He may be powerful but I say maybe you wear some sort of bacon perfume?
Becky Lynch: Can it be Canadian Bacon? I don't wanna smell too greasy.
Sami Zayn: But that's what he likes Becks!
Becky Lynch: True true.
Sami Zayn: Kyle's also focused on Bobby Fish so their heads aren't in the game. We clearly were more focused on Aztec Warfare which was our downfall. Now it's time we win back out World Tag Team Championships. I mean they're not called the American Tag Team Championships. We represent the world. I speak so many languages! Oh by the way, did you hear back from that sponsorship deal?
Becky Lynch: Oh I did, they'll gladly accept our terms.
Sami Zayn: Awesome! We're going to change the world.
Sami and Becky continue talking about less important things like life while the scene fades out.
It cuts backstage to Renee Young with a mic as she addresses the audience.
Renee: Well it’s been a thrilling night so far, and I have a thrilling guest with me tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, Adam Cole.
The crowd quickly goes ballistic as the camera pans to show the man at issue. He smiles and waves towards the camera as this happens.
Renee: Last week, Adam Cole, you had an impressive showing but ultimately came up short. How are you feeling after coming so close?
Cole: Hold on hold on hold on. What do you mean, “came up short?”
Renee: Well, you did lose, Adam.
Cole: God, constantly with the winning and the losing. I didn’t lose that match. I didn’t get pinned. I lost nothing from that aside for a few extra months’ wait before getting the belt that I deserve. If anything, it’s Dream who lost. He was too stupid to taking the beating we gave him on the chin and stay backstage, so he paid for it.
Renee: You talk about Velveteen Dream costing you your shot at Wrestlemania, but do you have any words to say to him in particular?
Adam laughs and bit and looks to the side, a bit of irritation in his demeanor though he suppresses it as best he can.
Cole: I know he’s probably expecting me to yell passionately about how much I hate his guts, but, hmmmm… nah. At first I was mad. Last week I was mad. But then I realized that’s the whole name of his game, isn’t it? He pisses you off in any way he can so that you drop your guard and make a mistake. He’s done it with plenty of other people. He did it to the second-longest reigning champion in company history, in fact. But you see, I won’t let him have that. You don’t deserve my anger, Dream. Either you stay down, or I hit you with another Last Shot Mark II. I did it twice in a row last week, and that’s what’s going to happen each and every week after that until you give up. God forbid you get a match with me.
Renee: So with everything with Dream happening recently, it’s seeming likely that you’ll get a match at Wrestlemania with him. What do you have to say about this possibility?
Cole: It’s a waste of my time, Renee. I’m a top tier talent, going up against a homegrown shmuck that’s younger than the Lion King. I’d rather enter the Wrestlemania Rumble than go through a match that’s so tipped in my favor. So I’m gonna have to keep knocking him down until he can’t make it to Wrestlemania. And if his little gremlin manager gets in the way, I’ll-
Lio Rush: You'll what?
The camera pans out a bit allowing Lio to walk into camera shot.
Lio Rush: What you and your goons did last week was a huge mistake on your part. You think you're so happy to put Dream out of commission, huh? If you're gonna do a job, you better get the job done at least. Cause while Dream may be out for a couple weeks to recover, I'm still standing. I may still be recovering myself, but I don't care. I went ahead and demanded a match with you next week to EC3. And that's exactly what I got. I'll avenge Dream, and just so you know, he told me to tell you this "When he gets back, he'll be paying you back." he also told me to give you this–
At the mid end of the sentence Lio goes for a calculated haymaker that sends Cole stumbling back several feet, able to support himself on a box at the last second to stop himself from falling. He's stunned and can't recover fast enough to get back at Lio. Renee grimaces as the camera pans back down onto Cole, who smirks a bit and holds his jaw, nodding.
Cole: You want a match Lio? What we did was a mistake? Then I accept. This won't be the match of your career, this will be the match of your god damn life!
Revolution goes somewhere else.
Chimel: The following contest is your main event of the evening! It is a Non-Title match and is set for one-fall!
That theme is, “Gasoline” by I Prevail as the crowd is soon greeted by the, “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia as he walks out and stands there for a moment.
As the lights come up a bit, it’s seen he’s brandishing a knife as he makes his way down the ramp.
Chimel: Introducing first... From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”. Vinny...Marseglia!
Vinny climbs up onto the apron and ascends the top turnbuckle, licking the blade before hopping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
Ranallo: Vinny Marseglia set to take on the UWF Champ in this non-title tilt, but as always in such instances, even if a victory won't secure him championship gold, it will surely have far reaching implications.
Phillips: That's right, Mauro. Vinny hasn't been shy about reminding the world that he stumped Morrison in his return to the UWF all those months ago. And while our Champ has owned that loss, another one at this point, at this time of year, no less, would certainly sting.
Graves: I think some people wrote Marseglia off after he lost the championship and disappeared for a bit there, but as he said earlier this week, his Kingdom is alive and well. He's gunning for Shibata's gold, he's coming for Johnny Morrison and rest assured, his goons are making a move on those tag team titles, too. We're just one bad night away from this whole company falling back into this maniac's clutches.
Ranallo:Morrison has said that this is his "kingdom" now, and that this match is something of a clash been ideologies in the examples set by two of the industry's most prominent starts. I shudder to think that Marseglia's mythology might once again reign supreme here in the UWF.
The Horror King lounges in the ring, casually awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
As the hard-driving opening of Black Mountain's "Tyrants" hits the arena sound system, the fans hit their feet. The house lights abruptly cut out before multicolored spotlights begin to sweep in wide arcs across the cheering crowd, and then the intro portion of the song comes to an end as the lights coalesce on the stage and a huge pyrotechnic explosion signals the arrival of the Cosmic Crusader. As the smoke clears, Johnny steps onto the stage in full regalia, his UWF Championship worn proudly on one shoulder as his free hand rises in a closed-fist victory pose.
Chimel: And his opponent... From the Eternal Cosmos and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Reigning and Defending UWF Champion... Johnny Morrison!
After his name has been announced, there's another resounding pop from the fans, and Morrison heads down the ramp with a confident swagger. He claps palms with every eager fan that he can, smiling widely as he does so. The UWF Champion then jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring, and heads to his corner, climbing it to hold the championship high once again before shrugging off his coat and handing it and the title to the official. Morrison then turns back to his corner to perform some pre-match stretches ahead of the battle that is yet to come.
Though he tries to hide it, Morrison can't help but favour his ribs as he prepares for the contest. His attempts to subdue a wince after a jarring lean to one side don't go unnoticed.
Graves: Whoa... did you just see that?
Phillips: What's that?
Graves: Morrison. His ribs are bothering him. It's clear as day. Is this guy even medically cleared coming out of that stunt at No Mercy? For all we know his ribs are bruised, if not broken, and this hippie has probably just been relying on pseudo science and "organic" medicine to fix it.
Ranallo: Nobody came out of that match at one hundred percent, Corey. But Johnny Morrison has more guts and grit than just about anybody in the biz today. We saw that in Aztec Warfare. There's just no way we would have backed out of an opportunity to duke it out with Marseglia again.
Graves: Then he's an idiot. He has a title defense against the only guy on the roster who gives Marseglia there a run for his money in the maniacal department and at this rate he's not even going to make it to Wrestlemania. If Vinny saw what I just saw, he's gonna pick the Champ apart. This might get ugly.
Morrison and Marseglia stare at each other from across the ring while Chimel bails. The Official calls for the bell.
DING DING
The two UWF stalwarts skip any sort of feeling out process as they immediately lock up in the middle. They've clashed before. No new ground to tread. Johnny boasts something of a size advantage and it shows as he powers the other man back a few steps. Vinny pivots, trying to get Morrison backed up into a corner, only for the Champ to shift weight and do that to him. The Ref steps in to break up the hold but Vinny marches himself out, shirking the necessity of intervention. Gaining momentum, and with it ground, the Horror King pushes forward to the center of the ring again, where Morrison finally finds the footing to brace himself. Hooked collar-and-elbow, the legends of the game push and tug and jockey only to find themselves equally unstoppable and unmovable. It's impressive.
It also isn't surprising when Vinny shoots low with a knee to the side of Morrison's leg - a blow that serves up a wicked charlie horse and threatens some damage to the ACL or PCL or whatever other CL he connected with at the nasty angle. When Johnny buckles, Vinny slides to the side and grabs himself a headlock. He pulls Johnny's head into his tatted up bod while squeezing tight with his bicep and forearm. Every tug is emphasized with disdain and a twisting of his arm that knots up Morrison's face. It's irritating, and will surely break up the blood vessels... something to play into Vinny's inevitably brutal game plan down the stretch.
Morrison isn't much for that junk though. He uses that crossfit strength to power our, hoisting up Marseglia a couple of feet with a grip around the hips before catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop. The tremor reverberates up Marseglia's spine and sends tingles through his limbs. His grip weakens, Morrison breaks free, gets behind him and shoves him away. When Vinny turns back around, The Cosmic Crusader nearly takes his head off with a Superkick. The Horror King narrowly avoids impact by dropping to the canvas and rolling away to the outside, garnering a chorus of boos from the unimpressed fans in attendance.
Ranallo: Marseglia almost had his lights turned out there, and while he certainly isn't afraid of the dark, he's right to be weary of Johnny's one-hit knock-out power with that Extradimensional Rift.
Phillips: So far Morrison's injuries haven't been a factor -
Graves: But Marseglia never rushes anything. This pervert likes the long-game, and all the mind-messing that comes with it. Just you wait and see...
Morrison beckons for Marseglia to get back in the ring with him. That sicko smiles and slithers up on to the apron. The Referee gets between the opponents, demanding Morrison give him some space to get back in. The Champ is happy to play the role of the good sportsman, and permits the other man the chance to step through the ropes. Once Vinny is in there, Johnny steps forward to lock up again. Marseglia avoids him and circles, a bit more methodical in picking his spot, this time. The Aztec Warfare winner never takes his eyes off of his fiendish foe, keeping his gaze laser-focused as Marseglia feints and maneuvers around, haphazardly threatening to attack from different angles.
Finally, the Horror King makes his move. He shoots for something of a double leg but then comes up and clubs the Champ across the chin with a European Uppercut. He follows with another, this time using his left arm before following up with a savage combination of strikes that pummel Morrison into the ropes. The Official tries to intervene, but Marseglia isn't so quick to take the high road like Morrison just did.
Ranallo; There's that difference in ideologies...
Graves: Yeah, and who's winning?
Marseglia caps off the assault with a grizzly twist - he bites down on the champ head and tries to chew a chunk of flesh out. The Ref actually gets hands on and pulls Marseglia off, sticking a warning finger in his chest as he threatens to call the match off. It's nothing Vinny hasn't beard before, and he brushes past the third man as he looks to go back on the offensive.
The gap has given Morrison a moment to compose himself, though, and he catches Vinny coming his way with a Spear! Certainly an unorthodox maneuver from the champ, whose combative vocabulary typically favours the finesse of athletic poetry rather than the brute force of a move borrow from professional football. Still, it's effective. Morrison follows up with a full mount and a flurry of shots of his own. Marseglia manages to buck him off, only for Johnny to spring up to his feet, blast his opponent with a snap-kick to the torso and to finish that all up with a standing Shooting Star Press! The move dazzles the fans who count along as the Ref slides in to slap that mat...
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No! Vinny shoves him off at one and that's cause Morrison's cover was lacking! As Johnny rolls away, it becomes clear why. The SSP took the wind right out of him. He's holding his ribs in agony.
Phillips: Oh no...
Graves: What did I tell you?!?!
Ranallo: He might have just exacerbated an already significant injury with that move. This is not looking good for the UWF Champion...
Graves: It was a rookie mistake going for a move like the Shooting Star Press.
Ranallo: A spear, some ground and pound, that kick a Press to cap it off would put most men down for the count. The speed and ferociousness of the combo suggest to me that Morrison is looking to get this match over and done with sooner than later. He has a good poker face, but he must know that his ribs are a serious problem and while I wouldn't expect him to phone in a match against Vinny Marseglia, I think he'd rather wrap this up fast than serve up an all-time mat classic.
Graves: Oh sure. I agree. But he just shot his shot and missed, and now he's like road kill with the buzzards swirling over head.
Vinny creeps up back to his feet while the Official tends to Morrison, asking him if he's okay to continue. Between laboured gasps from a man who may be coming off a recently collapsed lung, the Champ insists he isn't giving up. The Horror King salivates.
The Ref looks behind to see Marseglia moving in and has no choice but get the heck outta dodge. The former Champ stomps down on Morrison's chest with one thunderous boot. He then steps back and crouches to get a look at Johnny's face while he writhes in pain. Boos rain down from all sides and the Ref admonishes Marseglia but that's music to his ears. Standing back up, he stomps on Morrison again, and again, and again and again, like he's trying to put out a brush fire. Johnny rolls to the sanctuary of the bottom rope and the Official finally has call to step in between them. Marseglia backs off and paces around the ring, soaking up the mob's obloquy.
Going to the nearest corner, Marseglia hangs him arms over the intersecting ropes and drapes himself like a scarecrow, watching as Morrison uses the cables to pull himself back up. When the Champ is halfway there, Vinny runs in and paints him red with a knee to the torso. It's like a cow taking a train head-on. Visceral and one-sided. Johnny gets turned inside out as he crashes clumsily back down to the canvas.
Marseglia wheels around, grabs a fistful of hair and pulls Morrison to the middle of the squared circle before delivering an emphatic rendition of The Shining! From Vertical Suplex in Inverted DDT, Johnny finds himself married to the mat with extreme prejudice. Vinny rolls over the limp husk of flesh and shoot the half...
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The Champ kicks out at two, and is greeted with a roar of applause for the effort.
Ranallo: Morrison lives to fight another day!
Graves: That's actually what he should be worried about - still being in one piece come Wrestlemania. If he were smart he'd take the L on the chin and spend the next few weeks trying to rebah those injuries. He shouldn't even be in there now.
Phillips: He wants to be a fighting champion and he's not going to sit on the bench for six weeks while guys like Ultramanits Black and Vinny Marseglia run amok around the show he's now carrying on his shoulders.
Vinny sits up and licks his lips. He can taste the victory, and those cold, dead eyes of his are looking into the dark but not-so-distant future where he's not only the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship, but the man known as the man that the world champ just can't seem to beat. Like When a Stranger Calls..., Vinny's the man with the number.
Once again, the Horror King takes a scalpful of hair in his hand as he drags the Champ up to the feet with him. Morrison fires a brace of shots into Vinny's gut, trying to knock him back. The blows land flush and stun the psychopath, but Morrison is too beat up to capitalize and just like that, the Horror King is back on him. With another knee strike to the midsection, Vinny has the Champ doubled over and out of air, which sets him up perfectly for a Jump Scare!
Phillips: Marseglia is using the blows to the damaged ribs to set up some knock-out moves!
Graves: What's interesting is that I don't think Marseglia can be at his healthiest right now either. I know he's inhuman, but he took a helluva beating at No Mercy, too. And maybe he can't help himself but to enjoy causing Johnny some pain... but he's not torturing him. Not like we've seen him do with guys in there before. I think he's trying to finish this off fast too, cause he knows that some time soon he has Katsuyori Shibata to answer to.
If Vinny's injured, he's not showing it, but Corey raises a good point. The Horror King scrambles on top of Morrison and hooks both legs deep for an emphatic cover, clearly intended to seal the deal. The Ref counts it...
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Johnny kicks out at two, and for the first time all night, the Horror King isn't smiling. That son of a gun grabs Morrison and yanks him up but this time Morrison forgoes the punches and counters with a stunner! Another move not in his ordinary repertoire, its also effective in shaking off such a relentless foe. The seated landing rattles The Cosmic Crusader, but the effects of the maneuver are a lot more severe on the recipient. True to the namesake, Vinny is stunned, and he stumbles backwards dazed and confused before catching himself on the ropes.
Ranallo: And just like that, the Champ has found an opening!
Phillips: But can he make the most of it? Or is he too badly injured?
Morrison needs a moment to catch his breath, but before long he's after Vinny. He goes over and clubs the Horror King in the back of the head with a hard elbow strike before pulling him away from the ropes. Spinning his opponent around, Morrison locks in a reverse headlock and tries to drop backwards. The Scorpion Death Drop isn't so high-impact as some of his other moves and perhaps a nod to Icon Sting, who saw fit to congratulate the Champ on his hard fought victory at No Mercy. Marseglia wiggles out before it can be executed though, and then turns around before swinging high with a lariat. Morrison ducks the arm, bends over, plants a hand and somehow pulls of a spectacular Reality Destroyer!
His boots clips Vinny clean on the chin and sends him on a one way trip to dreamland. Morrison barely manages to roll out of the cartwheel with his trademark composure, but does stick the landing before diving in for a desperate cover. The Ref counts it...
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Vinny kicks out! Morrison's face shows disappointment, but no quit, even as he clutches his ribs again.
Phillips: Morrison caught Marseglia with a heck of a kick there, but it wasn't quite enough. He's got to find a way to finish this match now while he has the chance, because I don't think he'll last much longer.
Ranallo: It's a high risk style that got him to the top and its what he might need to seal the deal now, but can he afford the toll?
The Cosmic Crusader rolls Marseglia's limp body toward the corner, setting him up for a grand finale. With the people on their feet and spurring him on with cheers of his name, Morrison rises, braces himself on the ropes and defies gravity and his own tolerance for pain to attempt the Cosmic Calamity. Somehow, despite those busted up ribs, he springs off the ropes split-legged and contorts himself as he spirals through the sky to execute the most stylish signature move in the game today.
And all that he hits are a couple of knees.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Phillips: Marseglia got his knees up just in time!
Sure enough, whether by instinct kicking in or because he was playing opossum, Vinny got his knees up for Morrison to find only hard shin bone on impact. This of course bashes and batters his body more than is bearable, and the Champ curls up and rolls away in immeasurable agony. Though loopy from the knock out kick just moments ago, Marseglia stumbles to his feet and pounces on Morrison, getting a few good shots in before wrapping Johnny up in a Dragon Sleeper and delivering the Farewell to the Flesh!
The Champ's skull crashes hard into the canvas as Vinny slams him down, but the Horror King forgoes a pin attempt in favour of absolute certainty of victory. He scrambles to the ropes, climbs them and comes back down with vicious Redrum! Given his half-concussed state, its hardly the prettiest rendition of the move he's ever performed, but as always, it serves its purpose. The sadistic superstar buries an elbow into the Champ's chin and hooks a leg deep as he makes the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!
The Horror King's music hits the PA but can hardly be heard over the boos. He shoves the Referee away and raises his own hand in victory, sparing one last callous glare down at Morrison before slunking through the ropes and towards the ramp.
Ranallo: Brutal. And hard to watch. Morrison's victory at Aztec Warfare may have come at too high a cost. Vinny Marseglia is more than a match for any wrestler on their best night, and given his injuries, its safe to say that Johnny Morrison shouldn't have been in there.
Phillips: And now we can't help but wonder if he'll even be able to compete at Wrestlemania. Ultramantis Black has never been pinned in a one-on-one match, and if Morrison's ribs are going to play this big of a factor... well...
Graves: I told you so. I told you so. Morrison should have known better and now look where we're at! Vinny Marseglia is living inside of two different champions' heads. The Horror King is as terrifying as ever and he is haunting the UWF. He's turning the Road to Wrestlemania into his own personal Highway to Hell.
Marseglia backs up the ramp, his smile back as he looks down at Morrison in the ring. He goes to the back while Morrison is struggling to get to his feet in the ring. Suddenly the former UWF Champion and Dr. Cube come walking out onto the stage. He's got the real UWF Championship over his shoulder as he makes his way into the ring. Morrison sees him and charges right at him, attacking him with a flurry of punches but it's not that effective after that grueling match with Vinny, not mention his nagging injuries from Aztec Warfare. A kick to the gut is all it takes to stop his momentum. Ultramantis throws the title on the ground and hooks Morrison's arm, planting him on top of the title with the Praying Mantis Bomb! Black grabs Morrison by the head and puts the title right in his face, telling him he won't ever get it. Dr. Cube takes the UWF Championship Morrison has been carrying and tosses it into the crowd, the duo laughing. Black raises the real championship up high, his foot on top of the actual champion as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Chosen Bros vs Roman/Swoggle- Dresden
Undisputed Era vs World Warriors - Crann
Morrison vs Marseglia - Fauche
Cody vs Black, Spike vs Shibata - Danny
