Post by Danny on Mar 10, 2020 2:16:06 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 it’s Lio Rush taking on Adam Cole!
Tom Phillips: In tag team action, it’s The Undisputed Era versus The Dudleyz.
Mauro Ranallo: Also in tag team competition, the Chosen Bros take on the Dynamic Duo.
Corey Graves: Plus Hornswoggle will take on the returning Rey Mysterio.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event it’s Spike Dudley taking on Vinny Marseglia.
Mauro Ranallo:But we have a special announcement from the owner of UWF, EC3!
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back to an actual pop from the crowd. He doesn't give them any attention though, instead walking down the ramp and heading straight into the ring. He handed a mic and he begins to speak.
EC3: Over the past few weeks, Dr. Cube and Ultramantis Black have proclaimed that the UWF Championship was switched out with a replica title at No Mercy. We spent last week verifying those claims and found out that the title that John Morrison holds is in fact, a replica. Because of this, I am hereby requesting that Dr. Cube and Ultramantis Black come out here and hand over the rightful UWF Championship to me. I will then present Johnny Morrison with the-
Before EC3 can even finish his sentence, the theme song of the reigning and defending UWF World's Champion erupts from the soundsystem, the opening riff hitting with a fury unmatched.
The fans erupt in cheers for their champion as Morrison steps out onto the stage without the usual fanfare, holding his replica championship on his shoulder and looking out at the stands before heading down to the ring.
JOHNNY MORRISON
You know, Ethan, thank you for trying to take matters into your hands and pry the title that I won from the claws of the greedy, disgusting insect who I beat along with 18 other men in Aztec Warfare. I respect that you're a businessman and I know that you're probably only doing that because you know the face of your company holding anything other than the genuine UWF Championship is bad for business. I know there's probably a lot of men you'd rather see holding the championship than I, so I appreciate your professionalism and the fact that you're willing to let bygones be bygones and throw the weight of the company behind my rightful championship reign. Knowing that you recognize my legitimacy after I took a leap that could have ended my career to win the championship means more than you might imagine. But I want you to step back. Because while you think recovering the UWF Championship is best for business, what happens between Ultramantis Black and Johnny Revolution is ultimately none of your business. I don't need you to get involved here.
The fans explode in a huge pop for Morrison as he turns away from Carter and toward the stage.
The fact of the matter is that when it comes to Ultramantis Black, the time for asking is over. Mantis may think he's still the rightful champion around here, but he didn't even make the final three in Aztec Warfare. Ultramantis, I'll speak directly to you, now: You lost, and no amount of dressing it up in cryptic language is going to change that fact. I told you and everyone else that I'd be holding the UWF Championship at the end of the night and the only way you could find to actually stop me was by pulling an old switcheroo and keeping the Championship that's rightfully mine. But guess what, Mantis? Not only has that plan already technically failed — because whether it's the real belt or the fake one on my shoulder, the man makes the belt, not the other way around, and I'm a million times the man you'll ever be — but it's going to fail in actuality when I come and pry that thing out of your greasy palms and kick you straight through an Extradimensional Rift to whatever bedlam Cube dragged your sorry ass out of. This isn't your UWF anymore, Black. It's mine. And there's no place for you in it anymore.
Ultramantis Black appears on the screen with a smile on his face.
Ultramantis Black: EC3, Mr Morrison. So good to see the two of you in the middle of the ring. While I the great and devious Ultramantis Black would love to join you in the middle of the ring and hand over this title to a rightful champion. I must kindly refuse, for this is no personal grudge just a mere calculated effort to break the very spine of the UWF and drain its body of the rot that infested it. And so with this I wish to make one final request. In the very spirit that I won the title in the elimination chamber and you won the title in Aztec Warfare, it would feel unfulfilling that you and I take each other on in a simple one on one contest. No... we must know which man can outlast the other. And with that I require that our title match be a Last Man Standing match.
He lingers on this for a bit holding up the title.
Ultramantis Black: Ah, but while you ponder that over. You have this belt to be worried about, and while I do not wish to give it up. I am not a cruel man, and I will not make you wait until our match to obtain it. So I'll give you an opportunity right now to obtain the title. I'm in this building right now... if you can somehow rip the title from my associate's grasp then you can take this tonight! No strings attached... but I would advise against being so foolhardy.
Johnny needs no further invitation. Having heard of the conditions, he drops his microphone and heads off to the back to begin his search immediately, leaving Carter standing in the ring to consider the implications of the conversation that has thus far unfolded.
The live feed cuts to the Dynamic Duo standing backstage, ready to give out a message.
Sami Zayn: Well hello there everyone! Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, your 2 time and soon to be future World Tag Team Champions here and we wanted to talk to you guys about a cool new product.
Becky Lynch: You ever have a 20 minute barn burner where you break through the glass ceiling, beating out numerous men to become the first ever woman to hold a man's title in UWF history? Well I sure have and sometimes after a big win, the adrenaline wears off and I start to feel a bit parched.
Sami Zayn: Oh well Becky, why don't you try some Gatorade?
Sami pulls out a bottle of Gatorade and hands it to Becky. She revolts in disgust and slaps it out of his hand.
Becky Lynch: Eww get that junk outta here! I don't need all that sugar, my body is perfectly fine!
Sami Zayn: Then what ever will we do about your parchedness!?
Becky Lynch: Fear not Sami because I've got somethin' nice and clean for my system. Bottled water!
Sami Zayn: Can I have some?
Becky Lynch: Sure you can Sami!
Becky hands Sami a bottle of Dasani branded water.
Sami Zayn: Da-San-I? What's this?
Becky Lynch: It's Dasani Sami and it's only the best water on the market! You can have as much as you want Sami because they are now the official sponsor of the Dynamic Duo!
Sami Zayn: Wowsers!
Becky Lynch: While other types of sponsors like to poison kids with their sugary drinks and big bottles that pollute the world, Dasani offers only the safest ingredients like magnesium sulfate and traces of lead.
Sami Zayn: Kids definitely need lead with all that school work huh Becky.
Becky Lynch: You know it Sami! So next time you're busy beating up bullies twice the size of ya' skip past that colored nonsense in the fridge and go straight for Dasani brand water.
Sami an Becky smile into the camera, Dasani bottle in one hand and throwing the camera a thumbs up in the other as the scene fades out.
The image pans to Rey Mysterio and he is by himself in a dark room
Rey Mysterio: I find it fitting that I am in a dark room like this. Because what I have seen become of the UWF is total darkness. I tried hard, and I mean really hard in making sure UWF was a place that was meant for everyone. Where people can come and have a good time, and be happy. Though it seems like my hardwork was for nought, but isn't all hardwork end up being for nought? What is the poing of working hard when in the end it all goes away. You see I learned from my mistakes, and as the one superhero of the UWF I am looking to make sure no mistakes continue on this show. So instead of working harder I am going to work smarter.
That is right smarter. Though what I am going to be doing different? How will Rey Mysterio become smarter well this is why you need to watch. Watch what I do. See what I do. Because, once you bare witness to what Rey Myterio you will realize why I am the only hope for this company. Remember people my word is golden I never lie to you, and this won't be one of them. Now my opponent tonight the mini Hornswoggle. You know why people laugh when they see someone small like me? It is because of a guy like Hornswoggle. They put him out there and make him do silly things and he thinks it will work. He acts like that because you know what it brings Hownswoggle? The one thing all villains want....
Money! That is right Hownswoggle pretends to be this funny little guy when really he is using his size for nefarious deeds. I mean you look at Hornswoggle and do you really think he loves hearing you people cheer for him. I know how minis act. Minis laugh at you people as you laugh at them. Because when you laugh at them you're just doing that. Though the minis laugh at you because you paid them to be laughed at. Hornswoggle views you people as losers, and at the end of the day you people need to realize that.
Don't worry though your hero is here to stop the villain known as Hornswoggle. You can tell when Hornswoggle was in the ring with me he was scared. Couldn't say the right words and was stuttering. You can hear it in his voice. He isn't ready to be stopped. He wants to keep profiting off of you people. He wants to keep on being the on true mini of the UWF. Well Hornswoggle I am going to show you what it is like to be small, and to use your size that right way. Than after I stop you and your small time crook ways I'll go on to the next small villain untl I regain the ultimate power.
Rey walks away as the camera fades to dark
The action in the ring has been explosive so far as NXT is living up to the hype as the camera's suddenly switch to the backstage area, showing a close up of Renee Young. The crowd start to cheer the blonde bombshell as she starts to talk.
Renee Young: Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Renee Young and right now I would like you to welcome my guests, The Dudley Boyz & The Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler.
The camera pans out, showing the trip of Bubba, D-von & Spike Dudley stepping into shot along with Stacy Keibler. Bubba and D-Von have massive smiles on their faces as Stacy matches them as well. Spike however on the other hand looks focused and ready to go. Renee welcomes them all herself as she continues to speaking.
Renee: Spike, tonight you face off against possibly your hardest test since coming back to UWF in the form of Vinny Marseglia. Vinny is coming off a victory against our UWF Champion last week so Spike, what will you have to do to defeat Vinny tonight?
Renee guides her microphone towards Spike Dudley's mouth as he doesn't break focus. He slowly turns towards Renee, not changing his facial expression and begins to answer.
Spike: I've said everything I needed to during the week. Tonight I back up all those words.
With that very short answer, Spike walks away from the shot and off to what most people can only assume is his lockeroom. Renee seems dumbfounded as Stacy, Bubba & D-Von just keep smiling and looking at Renee weirdly. Renee just shrugs it off and goes to speak again but Stacy grabs the mic and pulls it back towards her mouth.
Stacy: Listen Renee, don't mind him darling. Spike is feeling a bit under pressure with his massive main event tonight and he has got himself into the Vinny beating Zone. It's nothing personal, it's just where he feels he needs to be to beat that psycho. Who the hell walks around licking knives?
Bubba starts to raise his hand slowly but D-Von shoots him a dagger look as Bubba notices the look, slowly lowering his hand down as Stacy just giggles.
Stacy: I mean knives that don't have cookie dough on them. Listen tonight, Spike wants to face Vinny all by himself. His ready to go and we aren't going to get in his way. I might be Spike's Girlfriend but I am also the Duchess of Dudleyville. That means I am here for every single person from Dudleyville whether it be Spike, Mumma Dudley, Big Dick Dudley or my Dudley Boyz standing right here. I won't be in Spike's corner tonight but I will be standing in the corner of Bubba and D-Von when they take on The Undisputed Era.
Renee is nodding along to every word she says. Stacy pauses, meaning it's now time for Renee to speak as she goes to ask another question.
Renee: With Stacy being in your corner tonight, do you feel confident you can defeat the two young upstarts?
Bubba: Do we feel confident? Do we ever not feel confident? Do you know who we are? Do you know what we are made off? Do you know how many do's I just used in the space of a minute? The Duchess of Dudleyville will be in our corner tonight but that just gives us a lift we didn't need. We are The Dudley Boyz, we don't really need anything else?
D-Von: Tonight Renee, tonight is a big night for Team 3D. We have one brother in the main event and my brother and I get to face off against the Number One Contenders to the UWF Tag Team Championships at Wrestlemania. I've heard the Undisputed Era run their mouths for a while now and 1 thing they like to point out is how they TOOK the opportunity to become Number One Contenders and all Bubba and I do is WANT things. Well tonight, we double them both up at the poker table because tonight we WANT to destroy those cocky little pricks, tonight we WANT to teach those boys a lesson in class, tonight Bubba WANTS to rip off their heads and feed on their guts but tonight we TAKE the victory and possibly even their Number One Contendership. I mean we would have a pretty good case in going to EC3 saying we beat them and we do deserve a title shot but we aren't thinking about no titles tonight.
Bubba: We just want to test ourselves against the best and if they beat us, well fair play to the little shits but if we beat them...... well let's be honest, we will be beating them to within an inch of their lives and BIg Bubba Dudley leaves this arena happy with all the cheeseburgers I can eat. I don't particularly like seafood so after I'm done devouring Fish tonight, I will need my protein to remain Strong and healthy and that will be totally Undisputed.
D-Von: Hey Hey, I like what you did there but I think it was a little Cole....... nope didn't work that time did it? Anyway boys take our words however you want but know The Dudley Boyz are in a good mood tonight. Renee has lifted our spirits and we are ready to have a little fun. I hope Cole lets you enjoy tonight because you certainly won't be enjoying tomorrow morning when you wake up in the hospital bed. OH MY BROTHERS, TESTIFY.
D-Von yells his signature catchphrase as Renee gets hugs and kisses from Stacy and the Dudley Boyz give her a fist pump. They walk out of shot as the cameras head somewhere else in the arena.
Fans erupt into cheers and out comes the resident superhero of the UWF Rey Mysterio. The former international champ comes out and he looks at the crowd and he smiles as the fans are happy to see him back. Mysterio walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring and he poses to the crowd!
RUN DMC by Sucker MC's hits and Hornswoggle skips down the entrance ramp. Toward the ring as he randomly takes a fan's popcorn and throws it onto the floor. Hornswoggle then climbs the steps and into the ring. He then waves his hand toward the people in the audience and takes his hat off to bow down. Hornswoggle whistles for the ring announcer to hand him the microphone. Once he gets it, the fool puts the mic down his jeans. Hornswoggle then skips around the middle of the ring and starts dancing like an idiot. Then he takes the microphone out from his jeans and throws in on the floor at ringside.
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DING DING DING
Mysterio isn't quite sure what to make of Swoggle who is standing across the ring from him with a snarl on his face. Rey comes over closer to him and Swoggle jumps right at his leg, hugging it and biting down into his thigh! Rey starts punching him in the head but Swoggle only bites down harder. The ref has to intervene, Swoggle letting go after he reaches a count of 4. Rey hobbles over to the ropes, turning his back on the little bastard. Swoggle runs forward and dropkicks Mysterio in his hip, sending the luchador falling through the ropes to the outside. Hornswoggle is fired up and wants to stay on the attack. He exits out onto the apon and as Rey is getting up, he runs across, diving off to hit Rey with a Spear from the apron!
Mauro Ranallo: Spear! Hornswoggle could pick up his first victory right here!
Tom Phillips: It looks like teaming with Roman has certainly paid off for him.
Corey Graves: I guess but can he even lift Mysterio into the ring?
The former world champion is down and Swoggle tries to quickly get him back to his feet. He's able to somewhat pick up the smaller Rey but as far as tossing him into the ring? That's a no go. He drops Rey and gets pissed, kicking at the luchador out of frustration and instead heading up the steps back into the ring. Rey comes to and slides inside. Swoggle tries to cut him off with a basement dropkick but Rey moves out of the way just in time. Rey simply lays on top of him, putting all his weight down on Swoggle shoulders. Hornswoggle is kicking his feet as best as he can while the ref counts the pin.
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Swoggle powers out just in time! He rush back up to his feet but Rey kicks him in the leg, sweeping his feet out right from under him! Hornswoggle's head bounces off the mat hard and he covers up. Rey feels a little bad about this as it looks like Swoggle might be crying. The ref checks on him while Rey backs away, hands on his head in worry. He walks over to Swoggle to check on him but as he does, the Little Dog catches him with an inside cradle!
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Mysterio kicks out just in time! Both men rush up to their feet but it's Swoggle who gets the first hit in, headbutting Rey in his gut. This causes Mysterio to drop to a knee and Hornswoggle follows up by putting him in a headlock, driving his head into the mat with a DDT! Swoggle grabs Rey's arm and rolls him over onto his back before exiting out onto the apron and climbing up to the top rope. Mysterio hasn't moved since the DDT and so Swoggle jumps off with the Tadpole Splash! Luckily for Mysterio, he's able to get his knees up in time and Swoggle crashes into them hard! He's writhing around in the ring in pain. Rey uses this time to recover and picks himself up in the corner.
Tom Phillips: Who'd have thought that in his return to the company, Hornswoggle would be taking Rey Mysterio to the limit.
Corey Graves: Rey's never been THAT good. He always had his stupid Cartel buddies running around and without them, he's a nobody.
Mauro Ranallo: Hornswoggle has proven time and time again that looks can be deceiving. He may not have won a match yet but he's come close to it on numerous occasions.
Swoggle is getting up to his feet and meets eyes with Rey. The former International Champion walks up to him pretty casually and extends his hand. Being the underdog in the fight most of his career, Rey can understand the uphill battle Swoggle is going through and offers his sign of respect. Hornswoggle looks at it for awhile, contemplating it before finally shaking it. The crowd erupts in cheers but Swoggle then stomps down on Mysterio's foot! Rey hops around, turning away from him but Swoggle starts tuning up the band. When Rey turns back around he's met with some Sweet Shin Music! Rey falls to a knee once more and Swoggle follows up with a superman punch! Rey falls back on his ass and Swoggle runs right at him. Mysterio however trips him up with a drop toe hold, Swoggle landing across the bottom rope! Mysterio gets up and shrugs before running to the ropes, coming back with a 619 between the bottom and middle ropes! Swoggle goes tumbling backwards and Rey springboards off the ropes with a Splash onto Hornswoggle, making the cover.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rey Mysterio!
Rey immediately checks on Swoggle but Roman comes running down the ramp, He ends up shoving Mysterio away from his buddy and checks on him. Rey puts his arms up but ultimately waves it off and exits the ring, celebrating his return on his way to the back and the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O’Reilly is shown walking through the hallways, looking in shipping crates and under tables and in all the little nooks and crannies around the arena. He’s looking for something - but who knows what? All that’s clear is that he can’t find it.
Renee Young passes him heading in the other direction. She’s probably off to interview someone. Kyle stops her. She looks annoyed.
KO’R: Hey, have you seen some Gatorade around? They usually send me a brand new flat to top off Mount Gatorade with every week, but I can’t find them lately.
Young: Huh? Um… nope.
She totally knows that Bubba Ray has been dipping into the stash but a good journalist never reveals her sources. Plus its company policy that snitches get stitches.
Young: Sorry Kyle. I haven’t seen any loose pallets of Gatorade around today. Maybe check the shipping dock?
He rolls his eyes at a suggestion so dumb it could only have come from a girl.
KO’R: Um, yeah, Renee, like I didn’t already look there twice already.
Rude. She waves him off and walks away.
Young: Sorry for trying to help, Kyle. Good luck with your juice.
Angrily, he calls after her.
KO’R: Pfft. It’s not “juice”! It’s a thirst-quenching, re-energizing sports drink recognized as the best in class by the world’s top athletes actually!
She’s out of ear shot before he can even name drop Mia Hamm. Whatever. O’Reilly goes back to looking around when Bobby Fish runs up to him. The Undisputed Era member looks distraught and out of breath, also. Like he really hurried to get there.
KO’R: Oh… hey Bobby. Wow. You look tired. I’d offer you a Gatorade to quench your thirst and re-energize you but I can’t find -
His old partner cuts him off right there.
Fish: Kyle! Kyle! God- you gotta come quick dude! Someone attacked Henry!
Throwing caution to the wind and trusting his once-best-friend without a moment’s hesitation, Kyle runs with Bobby back down the hall in the direction of the Strong Dragon’s Dojo. When they finally get there, O’Reilly is horrified to find that lock has been busted up and the door kicked in. The NO GIRLS ALLOWED sign has been vandalized. And brother, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
Fish leads the way into the Dojo. What used to be a serene temple dedicated to the pursuit of peak physical and mental condition has been trashed and ruined. The motivational posters have been torn off the wall. The exercise equipment has been damaged and destroyed.
Where once stood Mount Gatorade, proud and tall and rainbow-hued, layeth a wonton pile of empty bottles, their contents dumped unceremoniously out on to the floor. As the fellas walk through the carnage, their wrestling boots make small, sticky splashes in the inch deep pool of violated sports drink.
Kyle’s face turns a shade of furious Fruit Punch Red. It’s beyond insulting. It’s outrageous. It’s blasphemous. Sacred ground has been trampled and he’s dead set on vengeance. But that red face turns sickly Arctic Berry White when Bobby leads him to Mark Henry’s body.
The World’s Strongest Man’s body has been left in an unconscious heap in the back corner of the room. His limbs are contorted at unseemly angles. He has a head injury. And he isn’t moving. Kyle shivers. Time stops.
Fish: I was looking for you when I saw your dojo’s door open and then- then this! I don’t know where the hell the culprit went! I don’t even know what happened!
The Diabetic Dragon is a loss for words. His partner - his best friend - his fellow UWF World Tag Team Champion - has been left for dead in the wreckage of the home they built together. It isn’t the first time Kyle has felt hopelessly alone. But with Wrestlemania mere weeks away, and with Sexy Chocolate in dire straits, he can’t help but wonder what the future holds now. He is paralyzed in uncertainty and crippled with anxiety.
KO’R: We... we gotta find a doctor…
Bobby Fish nods hastily and turns to leave. Kyle can’t take his eyes off of Mark though. After all they’ve been through together - all the work they put in to fight their way up the ranks and win the titles to head into Wrestlemania as the faces of the company’s tag team division… it’s all just washing away like the pool of Gatorade now spilling out into the arena hallway. Like when Sweeney got injured, or when Desperado vanished, Kyle finds himself isolated. Where once was confidence now exists the phantom seed of a growing lust for vengeance. The necessity for justice. But he doesn’t even know where to start. The one person in the world he thought he could still count on is lying broken and battered on the floor in front of him. He doesn’t know where to start, or where to turn.
Then Bobby puts a hand on his shoulder. Affirming. Guiding. Fraternal.
Fish: I’m sorry this had to happen to you, man. I don’t know who could’ve done it. All I know is that it wasn’t me and I’m pretty sure neither Strong or Cole did it either.
Kyle still looks down. Under his left boot is a crushed bottle that stands out from the rest. Almost like a clue. It's a water bottle. A Dasani water bottle. Kyle tries to think about how the bottle fits into the whole miserable mystery, but he can't quite make the piece fit. He's too shook up from the sight of his maimed friend to connect any dots. And then Bobby's voice interrupts his thoughts.
Fish: Nothing lasts forever, man. Me and Roddy were hoping to put on a good show at Wrestlemania and then this happened. Just… try to hold your head up. Find someone who can wrestle alongside you the best you can. If you can’t, well, the offer’s open to join the UE, is all I’m saying. I know it might be hard since ya don’t like us and all but I just don’t want you walking into Wrestlemania without a partner. I’m gonna go look for a doctor, okay?
Kyle O’Reilly goes with Bobby Fish - an old friend turned rival turned… well… Kyle isn’t sure what just quite yet. But he trusts him. He has to trust him. They go looking for that Doctor as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The feed takes us to a long hallway where UWF World's Champion Johnny Morrison is seen pacing back and forth, seemingly frustrated by his so-far fruitless search for the nefarious Dr. Cube. As he ponders where to search next, he's happened upon by the protege of the Velveteen Dream — Lio Rush. He steps into Lio's path, adjusts the title on his shoulder as if to remind him who he's talking to, and stares directly at him.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Look, man. I know you've got no reason to help me after what I did in Aztec Warfare to your friend, but frankly, I'm hoping the two of you and I can bury the hatchet for a second to deal with something bigger here, which is that the UWF Championship has been stolen. That's right, you heard me: Cube and Ultramantis Black replaced the belt with the replica on my shoulder, and while Carter seems happy to ask for it back, I'm not going to wait around twiddling my thumbs. I want what I won, and I know you and Dream do, too. So help me, and maybe I can help you somewhere down the line: have you seen Dr. Cube?
The camera pans to Rush, now, zeroing in on his face. Lio Rush laughs to himself as he takes a nice look at the fake title Morrison possesses.
Lio Rush: Yep, that's not the real title alright. You got yourself a faux piece of gold draped over your shoulder, and I would know, I'm the 24 y/o piece of gold! Morrison, I do not have any quarrels with you whatsoever, but Dream--Dream may think otherwise. And what kind of friend would I be to help the man who cut the Dream's return short?... A bad one. That would make me a bad friend.
Lio sighs as he shakes his head.
Lio Rush: But look, Dream has bigger things to fry than me helping you out. And trust me, when Dream comes for that title and get his chance for redemption, I know for a fact he wouldn't want some fake title over his shoulder. Too many years he worked to get some fake championship. So, let me cut you some slack; Dr. Cube? I haven't seen him. But good luck finding getting the real championship back, Dream will be more than pleased to hear his title has been found. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a match to prepare for.
*we see Jimmy with his fork on his hand and looking towards a shot of a video of Tessa lifting the TV Title and then anoher of Tessa DQing herself to retain her TV Title*
Jimmy: It's interesting to think how actions can lead to such adverse or good situations. Tessa, first off, thank you for accepting my challenge to a hardcore match. That said, i just have to tell you something m'lady, desesperation makes people do things that end up making things worse for them and you did that when yo DQed yourself to keep the TV Title since if you had beaten me cleanly, you'd not have to face me at Mania. Basically Tessa, you screwed yourself and at Wrestlemania i'm becoming TV Champion once again. See you there Tessa.
*the segment ends with an shot of a video showing Jimmy Havoc lifting the TV Title and another one showing Jimmy challenging Tessa to a Hardcore match at Wrestlemania*
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
YER, WE’RE COMING DOWN.
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP.
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 3 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba whilst Stacy just stands in the middle of them.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!
Stacy points towards the ring as both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign as Stacy just walks around the ring, staying outside as she is ready for this match.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Fans begin to boo as the opening guitar riff to Calm Like a Bomb blasts throughout the arena. This booing intensifies as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish waltz out on stage, shadow boxing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Once they reach the middle of the stage, they stop and throw up the UE hand signal, just as they did after they beat down the New Day.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, representing Undisputed Era at a combined weight of 397 pounds, Roderick Strong... and Bobby Fish!
The fans don't like them but they don't care. They just saunter down to the ring. Roddy slaps a drink out of someone's hand and spooky fingers at them. They both round the ring, jump onto the apron on hardcam style, and quickly step through the ropes. They quickly find their way to the middle of the ring and Roddy kneels there, pounding the mat before throwing his arms out as Fish stands behind him, throwing up the UE hand signal again. Bobby breaks from his pose to remind his partner to get up, which he does. They both wait eagerly for their match to start.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, it is determined that Bubba Ray and Roderick Strong will start the match for their respective teams as D-Von and Bobby Fish each take their place on the apron in their respective corners. Bubba and Roderick begin circling each other for a moment, each man shaking their hands and wrists to loosen up before they lunge at one another simultaneously, locking up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Bubba backs Strong into the nearest corner and the referee begins counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Bubba breaks on three as he pulls Roddy into a side headlock and guides him out of the corner, delivering a few stiff shots to the forehead along the way. Roddy delivers a shot to the kidney and pushes forward to take Bubba’s grip free as Bubba turns and Roderick catches him with a thumb to the eye. The crowd boos this as Bubba holds his eye, raising his hand to cup it with his palm, as Strong delivers a straight punch to the stomach. Bubba reacts to the punch by holding it with the hand not covering his eye as Roderick continues teeing off, landing another stiff shot. This one seems to take a bit of breath away, as evidenced by the reactive look on Bubba’s face, as Strong goes for an elbow to the top of the Dudley’s head but the veteran gets both arms up and blocks the elbow with both hands, forcing it downward and casting it aside.
As this happens, Roderick makes the mistake of taking his eyes off of Bubba as he looks at his arm being pushed away from making contact as Bubba connects with a punch to the bridge of the nose. Roddy gives his full attention now but still has himself left open as the big man lands another punch to the nose. Roderick blocks as another punch is attempted but Bubba just changes hands and lands the punch he was going for. Bubba balls up his fists and turns them in circles before grabbing his crotch and gyrating as he raises an arm and drops it onto the head with a Bionic Elbow!
Strong falls to the mat as Bubba follows after, Roddy crawling away with his hands behind him. As Bubba bends to seize his upper body to grab him, Roddy kicks at his knee, connecting flush as Bubba stops in his tracks and holds the knee, emitting a cry of pain. Roderick raises up to his own knees and delivers a throat thrust as Bubba is sent staggering back. The bigger of the two stops himself on the ropes but there’s Strong with a running forearm to the face.
Dazed, Roderick whips him into the opposite ropes. Bubba manages to stop himself on those ropes and as Strong comes charging, Dudley throws his arm back and catches him in the mouth with the point of his elbow. Bubba turns to face his opponent now but as he does, he’s met with a kick to the stomach but he catches the foot and flips Strong backward but Roderick lands on his feet and slaps Dudley across the face to, “Oooh”’s from the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Well certainly no love lost between these two!
Mauro Ranallo: Back and forth they go but that slap just took any respectfulness that might have lingered out of it.
Corey Graves: So they won’t be sending each other Christmas cards this year, who cares as long as they fight tooth and nail and make it a good show?
Bubba looks at Roderick like he shouldn’t have done that but before he can begin making him pay for it, Strong takes his foot and kicks Bubba in the chest, raking down his body and stomping on his nearest foot. As Bubba holds his foot, Strong kicks him in the stomach, then pulls him in and hooks the head before planting him quickly with a DDT. Roderick is back to his feet soon after impact as he grabs Bubba’s shoulders to guide him to a vertical base but as he does, Bubba smacks his arms away and headbutts him.
Bubba follows up with returning the favor from earlier by stomping on Roderick’s nearest foot then kicks him in the side of the knee, causing it to buckle and the way Strong falls, Bubba is able to hook the head and roll his opponent up!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Roderick manages to kick out as Bubba creates some distance, pointing to his temple and laughing at his young opponent while Roderick looks beside himself. The two go for a lock-up again but Roddy slips to the side and throws an underhanded punch to the ribs of his opponent, then as Bubba hunches forward, hooks the head and lifts him, holding him straight up with a Delayed Vertical. After showing off his strength for a bit, Strong goes for the Suplex but as he does, Bubba slips free and lands on his feet shakily as, perhaps on instinct, he turns and throws a kick to his opponent.
Roderick turns to face him after receiving the kick and kicks him in the stomach again but this time as Bubba hunches over, Roderick charges him and clobbers him with an impactful Double Axe Handle, the crowd booing at the UE member bulldozing over the living legend in such a fashion. Strong starts putting the boots to Dudley with a cocky smile on his face, delighted by the crowd reaction and drawing satisfaction from what he’s doing.
Tom Phillips: Roderick working the crowd just as much as he’s working over Bubba Dudley.
Mauro Ranallo: Psychological as well as physical warfare.
Corey Graves: Undisputed Era is here to shock the system, not make friends with it.
Strong stops stomping for a moment as Bubba starts back to a vertical base by grabbing the ropes, then sweeps the nearest leg so that Bubba’s head hits the mat hard as he resumes stomping. Roderick backs off again after a moment as Bubba raises up onto his elbows and knees, then delivers a kick to the ribs as the veteran turns onto his back and is now looking up at the lights as Roderick again resumes stomping on the chest and upper body of his downed opponent.
Strong continues to soak in the disdain from the crowd as he leaps up and goes for an Elbow Drop but Ray rolls out of the way and he hits nothing but mat! As Strong pops up, Ray is there to give him a Hip Toss as he lands hard on his tailbone. Bubba puts a knee to the shoulder blade of his opponent and starts wrenching backward on the arm as Roddy winces in pain. Bubba pulls his knee back next and drives it into the shoulder blade as Roddy cries out, then guides the young star up to his feet as he transitions from wrenching the arm to slapping on a Half Nelson as he quickly grabs the other arm and transitions into a Full Nelson as he swings Strong back and forth.
Roderick plants his foot and stomps on one of Bubba’s and as Bubba reacts, throws the point of his elbow into his gut. As the hold is broken up, Strong turns to face Bubba and drops to his knees, hitting the big man with a Jawbreaker as Bubba staggers back into the ropes. Ray lightly comes off the ropes as Strong charges him but is hit and taken down with a Big Boot!
Tom Phillips: Dudley back in the driver’s seat!
Mauro Ranallo: Perhaps, Tom. These two have done a good job of keeping this an even playing field with each move being responded to with a return move.
Corey Graves: If you honestly think these old, broken down Dudleyz stand a chance here, you’re delusional!
Strong gets up dazed as he tries to charge Ray but Ray tosses him upward and hits a Back Body Drop. Strong pops up from the mat again as Ray knocks him back down with a clothesline, then puts a few stomps in to the upper body. Roddy rolls onto his stomach as Bubba lands a few stomps there, Strong beginning to army crawl towards his corner as Bobby Fish looks ready for the tag. Ray grabs the ankle and pulls Roderick towards his own corner as he drops an elbow to the lower back and once back to his feet, tags out to D-Von as the two Dudleyz change places as the crowd pops excitedly.
D-Von comes into the ring like a house of fire as he charges across the ring and knocks Fish off the apron, then turns and hits a Basement Dropkick to a rising Strong. D-Von mounts Roderick and starts laying into him with a flurry of punches before finishing it up with a headbutt as he stands up and drops an elbow to the abdomen. D-Von gets up and goes for another but Roderick rolls out of the way and gets to a vertical base. He grabs Ray around the head and neck and throws him over his shoulder into the ring as he bowls over D-Von and Strong stands there arms raised as both Dudleyz lie there in a heap.
Bobby Fish is back on the apron as Roderick heads over and tags him in. As Fish enters the ring, he grabs Bubba and tosses him through the middle rope to the outside of the ring and dusts his hands off against one another before grabbing D-Von by the back of the head with one hand and laying into him with stiff punches using the other. Fish lets up and guides D-Von to a vertical base before whipping him into the nearest corner, charging after and connecting with a Splash. As Bobby backs away, he lays into the chest of his opponent with a crisp chop.
Tom Phillips: Yowza! Those are never fun!
Mauro Ranallo: The two fresh men of the match-up squaring off here and Mamma Mia, I’m excited!
Corey Graves: Wear that geezer down, Bobby!
Bobby lays into D-Von with another crisp chop as the pain he’s in can be heard and seen on his face as Fish whips D-Von into the Undisputed Era corner. Fish charges but D-Von moves and Bobby hits the turnbuckle pad chest first. As he backs away, D grabs his and Roderick’s heads and bangs them together as Strong falls off the apron and Fish is now lying prone in the corner. Dudley grabs Fish around the throat with both hands and starts choking him as the referee starts counting.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI...
D-Von lets go at the last possible moment as Bobby holds his throat coughing. D-Von kicks Bobby in the stomach now but Bobby grabs his ankle and delivers a kick to the back of the knee. D-Von falls to the mat from this as Bobby floats over, wishboning the leg of the veteran as he lets go at the fullest extension of it. Fish turns now and looks at his opponent nursing his leg as he grabs D-Von and guides him to a vertical base just to bring him back down to the mat with a Dragon Screw to the bad leg.
D-Von’s in a bad way as Fish stomps on the bad leg a few times then walks over and tags in Roderick who uses the top rope to catapult himself into the ring as he lands with both knees onto the bad leg of D-Von. Bubba’s seen enough as he half enters the ring but the referee reprimands him while behind the official’s back, Undisputed Era are implementing a double team. Bubba begrudgingly slips back through the ropes and stands on the apron as the referee turns around and Fish leaps through the ropes to the floor just in time to not get noticed.
D-Von sits up holding his leg as Roderick starts raining down on his head with strikes. After taking a few, D-Von manages to catch one as he manages to get to a vertical base and twists the wrist, putting Roddy in a seated position but before he can follow up, Strong turns and dives at the bad leg as D-Von’s leg buckles and he’s tackled to the mat, Roderick crawling into a mount as he starts unloading with forearm strikes to the face.
Tom Phillips: Well we thought D-Von had assumed control but that leg’s just in too bad a way!
Mauro Ranallo: Could prove problematic in the overall outcome of this one.
Corey Graves: That’s what happens when crusty, washed up, losers try to hang with young and upcoming talent: they get shown up. Everything Bubba and D-Von get they deserve!
After dealing out what he deems a satisfactory number of forearm strikes, Roderick lets up and creates some distance between he and D-Von. D-Von sits up, turning his body towards the nearest ropes as he grabs the middle rope and starts pulling upward. He now has enough leverage to grab the top rope as he starts pulling upward on it as Roderick throws a kick but D-Von smacks the leg away and connects with a kick of his own to daze his opponent, then uses the ropes to launch himself like a middle at Roderick as the UE member goes down.
The crowd is chanting for Dudley as he begins to make his way towards his corner, Bubba standing there chomping at the bit to get back into the mix. Roderick gets to his corner first and tags in Fish as Bobby enters the ring and takes off running towards D-Von, grabbing the ankle of his bad leg and pulling him to the center of the ring as the crowd boos and Bubba flips Bobby off. Bobby sees this and gets in Bubba’s face as the two argue and while they do, Strong tries to sneak in but the referee reprimands him.
As all of this is going on, D has crawled over to Bobby Fish as he goes between his legs and brings his arm upward into the groin as Bobby’s facial expression tells the whole story and the crowd cheers wildly.
Corey Graves: What a cheap shot!
Tom Phillips: Call it cheap if you want to, I call it the Undisputed Era getting what they deserve.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia what a tag to the beanbag. That’s making me wince in pain.
As Bobby falls to the mat, Dudley at last makes the tag as Bubba enters the ring, immediately pointing down at Bobby and laughing at him. Bubba grabs Fish now and pulls him to his feet, feeding one of Bobby’s arms through the space between his legs and hoisting him up and driving him to the mat with a Pumphandle Slam. Bubba grabs Fish and turns him, grabbing his ankles and holding his legs apart as D-Von ascends to the top turnbuckle.
Tom Phillips: But can he do it on the bad leg?
D-Von crouches in position as the two brothers each give one another a, “Waaazuuuup?” as D-Von dives off the top and lands head first in the groin of Bobby Fish. Bubba stands there watching Fish writhe after impact and points and laughs until Strong enters the ring and hits an Olympic Slam on him to boos from the crowd as he quickly exits the ring. D-Von rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope as the referee starts counting down the two men in the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bobby sits up as Bubba is starting to stir.
FOUR!
Bobby starts climbing to his feet as Bubba is pushing up with his arms.
FIVE!
Bobby is to a vertical base but hunched over holding his groin as Bubba is up to his elbows and knees.
SIX!
Bobby turns to face Bubba who is halfway to his feet.
SEVEN!
Both men get to a vertical base as the count stops. Fish takes a swing at Bubba but the veteran sidesteps and hooks him in a Full Nelson transitioning quickly to the Bubba Bomb! Bubba covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Bobby Fish just kicked out of the Bubba Bomb!
Corey Graves: Time for that old dog to learn some new tricks!
Fish sits up and starts climbing to his feet and once there, begins stomping the life out of Bubba. Bubba covers up as best he can as he rolls away, Fish following and continuing to stomp. Ray finds himself in the corner soon, a corner free of either man’s partner, as he smacks away the foot of his opponent and stands up, connecting with a straight punch. Bubba connects with a few more, then does the gyrating from earlier in the match but before he can hit the Bionic Elbow, Fish catches him with the Flying Fish Hook to the face as he now stands prone in the corner.
Bobby goes to the corner diagonally opposite and cartwheels from that one to the corner Ray is in as he connects with the Space Rolling Elbow. Bubba falls forward and as he does Fish catches him, following up his onslaught of offense with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
Tom Phillips: I hate to say this but Bubba looks absolutely spent.
Mauro Ranallo: And being on the receiving end of all of that couldn’t have helped matters.
Corey Graves: It’s like I’ve been saying all along, The Dudleyz just can’t hang!
As Bubba lies there breathing heavily, Fish heads over to his own corner and tags Roderick back into the match. Strong signals that enough is enough and picks up Bubba, standing him on his feet. Roddy goes for the End of Heartache but Ray slips out somehow and ends up behind him, hooking his arms and hitting the Bubba Bomb! Bubba falls onto his back after impact, seemingly not enough left in the tank to go for the cover as D-Von calls out to him from their corner, telling him to dig deep and find what he needs to tag him back in.
Bubba hears his brother calling out to him as he rolls onto his stomach and begins to slowly crawl towards the corner. Fish begins calling out to Roderick, admittedly a bit more abrasively than D-Von is calling out to Bubba, but Strong isn’t stirring. A smile creeps across Bubba’s face as he crawls past and sees this, then turns his attention back to getting to D-Von. Bobby is screaming at Strong at this point as Roderick kips up, both men smiling as he was seemingly playing possum, the crowd booing as Roderick turns and goes after Bubba, applying an STF to him.
Tom Phillips: Damnit!
Mauro Ranallo: You, me, and all the Dudleyz fans were hoping he’d get to that corner, Tom, but I don’t think we’re going to get the fairytale ending we want.
Corey Graves: That’s because fairytales aren’t real, bozos! You really thought this would go down any other way?
Bubba is fingertips away from the ropes and because of the progress he made before getting put in the hold, is even closer to D-Von. Bubba’s face is red as he reaches with all he’s got and the two brothers touch fingertips for a moment, but that split second proves to be enough as the referee audibly acknowledges the tag and D quickly enters the ring and breaks up the hold by diving on Roddy. He starts pounding Roddy’s head against the mat as the crowd has come unglued but trouble is afoot as Bobby Fish enters the ring.
Fish goes for a Superkick on the unsuspecting Dudley but somehow, some way, Bubba throws himself in the way and gets hit by it. As Bubba hits the mat, the referee reprimands Fish and sends him back to his corner as D-Von gets up and allows Roddy to get to a vertical base, stepping around so that he’s behind him when he gets up. D-Von grabs Roderick but the UE member kicks the bad leg as hard as he can to, “Ooooh”’s from the crowd as D-Von starts going down.
When things look their bleakest though, D-Von puts a hand to the mat and manages to straighten back up, including his bad leg, as he grabs Strong and executes the Saving Grace! D-Von covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Fish leaps onto D-Von with a double axe handle but he just barely hits after the three count. The match is over and the conclusion is clear.
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Dudley Boyz!
Fish is angry that he wasn’t quick enough but decides to check on Roderick rather than attack either Dudley.
Tom Phillips: Well one thing’s for sure, we just witnessed a war.
Mauro Ranallo: What do you think of the Dudleyz now, Corey?
Corey Graves: Don’t speak to me. This is a travesty!
The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia looking offscreen as he speaks.
Vinny Marseglia: Many men talk like time is running out for me but who are they to talk like they have any authority over time, or better yet, like they have authority over me? This week it was Spike Dudley when he said my character arc had concluded and no doubt Katsuyori Shibata believes me to be on borrowed time but they’re both wrong and so are all the other naysayers, and I’ll prove it. I’ll prove it tonight when I go to battle with Spike and I’ll prove it at Wrestlemania when I go to war with Shibata.
Vinny looks into the camera.
That’s right. I paid EC3 a little visit and gave him my terms because I know he wants us to settle our differences and I’m eager to torment you in the ring again as well so we agreed. At Wrestlemania it will be yours truly Vinny Marseglia facing off against Katsuyori Shibata for the Intercontinental Championship. And Shibata? It’s going to be a Barbed Wire Massacre!
Vinny laughs menacingly as Revolution heads elsewhere.
We go backstage, where UWF World's Champion Johnny Morrison is seen, frantically searching for Ultramantis Black's "associate," the nefarious Dr. Cube. Morrison passes catering, inspects an executive's office, and even brushes past a security station before happening upon a familiar face and fellow champion. With a smirk, he approaches her slowly.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Television herself, Tessa Blanchard. Look, I'd love to spend time chewing the fat with you about that title you carry and your impressive... what is it, 48 day reign, now? ... but frankly, I don't have the time. As a fellow champion, you have to understand better than most what it means to elevate a title, and right now the title that rightfully belongs on my shoulder is instead being hidden away somewhere in this very arena by the villainous Dr. Cube. So tell me, Tess: have you seen the little bastard? You know, rail thin, looks like he's wearing a TV on his head?
Morrison eyes Blanchard with something that might be desperation, but it's hard to tell, as his eyes are concealed by mirrored aviators.
She returns a smirk to him, but quickly rolls her eyes when she realizes he’s not there to just shower her in compliments. The Diamond Princess leans back on a wall and sighs.
Tessa Blanchard
”I’m sorry Morrison but I haven’t seen the bug or Cube, and quite frankly I don’t care. I get they stole your belt, but I have important business to intend too. An interview to finally address that vermin Havoc!.... But if you really want to find those cryptic dorks maybe check the Boiler Room? I’ve heard some strange noises coming from there, and it seems mysterious enough. Now I do hope you find them, after all you’re a smart man, congratulating the rightful queen of the UWF on her success. Farewell Mr.Morrison.”
She slightly bows and quickly brushes him away as she prepares for her interview, fixing her title and her hair.
The UWF scene cuts to the “American Nightmare” who seems to be out cold sleeping in his locker room as he doesn’t have a match up tonight… but what lies in the mind of that nobody knows, until now. As Cody twists and turn into his sleep we somehow get to go deeper in the mind of Cody Rhodes.
The Camera then zooms in one Cody’s head and with the new age technology UWF possess we are allowed to see into Cody’s mind. As we pass through Cody’s mind its dark and evil but it doesn’t stop there we see and Evil looking castle also…
As we go deeper into the castle, we hear voices, many different voices in fact. After hearing the many voices, we follow it to this room. As we take a closer look into the room, we get to see the many different personas of Cody Rhodes from Dashing, to Undashing, to even Stardust.
Stardust: We were so close to beating Ultramantis Black, but not close enough.
Undashing Rhodes then looks over to Stardust as they speak with each other
Undashing Rhodes: You all know the reason for us not being able to beat him, right? Its because this new persona that thinks he’s some king around here doesn’t know how to actually wrestle.
Dashing Rhodes: Yeah, things were better when I was in charge, we were Champions when I was the leader. This new guy doesn’t have the skills to be like me.
Stardust: How’s about you guys give somebody else a chance like little ole me? I’m sure I could boost us back up in the ranks than this buffoon.
Undashing Rhodes doesn’t give Stardust a chance to continue to speak as he has something to say as well.
Undashing Rhodes: Or maybe I could take over and show the world of UWF that they’re not worthy or being in my presence.
Dashing Rhodes: I really wished that Cody never messed up his face now you’re in here being creepy.
Stardust then laughs and Dashing Rhodes laughs as well so Undashing Rhodes laughs as he doesn’t want to be left out.
Dashing Rhodes: But honestly, with this American Nightmare guy in charge he is making a mockery out of the Cody Rhodes name. First, he lost the last name, now he’s going around telling people…
Before Dashing Rhodes could finish his sentence he is interrupted by the “American Nightmare” Cody
Cody: Now I’m going around telling people what?
But everyone stays quite as they fear “American Nightmare” Cody Rhodes. He then walks pass the rest of the personas and make his way to his throne and sits down
Cody: Now back to business peasants, after losing to Ultramantis we need a change of plans on how we will take over UWF.
Undashing Rhodes is the first to speak up as he wants to ask for an opportunity to be in charge.
Undashing Rhodes: Maybe you could give me a chance at running the ship? I have a lot of good ideas to show the world of UWF they’re now never going to be enough to even sit in our presence.
Cody then stops and thinks about it before he speaks and stands up out of his throne.
Cody: You know what sure, take the throne and let us know your ideas.
Dashing Rhodes and Stardust looks in shock as they didn’t know it would be that easy but as Undashing Rhodes made his way to the throne Cody then superkicks Undashing Rhodes.
Cody: Do you think this is some game? Do you think this is follow the leader or something this is a battleship!
Undashing then crawls back to his seat after being super kicked, “American Nightmare” Cody then sits back into his throne as he begins to give a sermon.
Cody: WrestleMania is in a few weeks’ boys, and I haven’t found a victim as of yet to make suffer. The Ultramantis plan backfired into my face, its time to recuperate and find our next victim.
Cody the smirks as the camera cuts to the next scene.
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.
The theme slowly builds up with a guitar rift before the voice of Lio Rush hits the PA system. His theme blares through the arena as he comes out from Guerrilla with a face showing he is ready for his debut match in the UWF.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, Lio Rush!
Rush stands cross the ring form Cole, starring a hole into his as the ref calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
Right when the bell rings, Rush runs right at Cole, kicking him in the face with a Dropkick! Cole gets backed into the corner where Lio starts giving him lefts and rights all over. Cole shoves him away to give himself a breather but Rush comes right back, running up Cole's body with a backflip before thrusting his shoulder into the abdomen of Cole! The last thing Adam expected was for Lio to come strong right out of the gate. He rolls Cole over with a Snapmare before soccer kicking him right in the back! Cole gets fed up with this and rolls out of the ring.
Corey Graves: Smart strategy after that cowardly attack by Lio Rush.
Tom Phillips: Cowardly? The bell rang!
Corey Graves: Everyone knows you start off a match with some chain wrestling. Lio's just too young and dumb to know that.
Adam is trying to compose himself on the outside, kicking his feet at the floor. H doesn't notice that Lio has come barreling out of the ring, taking him down with a Suicide Dive! Rush quickly picks him up off the mat and tosses him back into the ring, quickly climbing up onto the top rope. Cole gets back to his feet and Rush jumps off with a Flying Crossbody! He stays on him for the pin!
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Cole kicks out at 2! Lio tries to bring Adam back up to a vertical base but Cole starts to punch him in the gut to stop his momentum. Rush retaliates with a knee to the side of the head before running to the ropes. He springboards off of them with a Moonsault but Cole side steps him, Lio eating nothing but mat. He pops up onto his knees from the impact and Cole quickly walks over and grabs him, lifting him up into the air before dropping him on his knee with the Last Shot! He goes for the cover.
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Rush kicks out! Cole immediately sits him up and drives his knee into his back, pulling back on his arms to stretch him out. Rush has no kind of leverage to get out but the crowd starts to clap for him, cheering him on and it gives him some strength. He's able to shift around, taking off pressure from his back and get back to a vertical base. He elbows Cole a few times in the stomach to break his hold but as he's about to run to the ropes, Cole grabs him by the head and throws him right back down to the mat!
Corey Graves: This is what I love to see. Cole just picking apart his opponents. He gave him a little hope in the beginning but I'm sure that was on purpose. It's fun to see hope drain from your opponents eyes.
Tom Phillips: You're a sick man Graves.
Cole grabs Lio by the head and brings him up to his feet, scooping him up over his shoulder. He walks around with Lio, flexing his other arm to show how strong he is as if Lio wasn't only 160 pounds. Next thing you know he plants him into the mat with the Emerald Flowsion. Cole moves in for a pin but backs away just as the ref slides in to make the count. He smiles and gets a better idea. He drags him a little closer to the corner before exiting out onto the apron and going up top. Once there, he stands at the top and starts to swivel his hips, mocking the Velveteen Dream. He then jumps off with the Elbow Drop but Rush gets his knees up in time!
Cole grabs onto his elbow, trying to hurriedly get back up and walk over to the corner. Rush gets back up and runs over, a Dropkick connecting with Cole's face! Next he grabs Cole in a headlock, pushing off the ropes to hit a Tornado DDT! Cole lays motionless on the mat and Lio jumps up to the top rope. Wasting no time at all, he swivels his hips to mock Cole's attempt before leaping off with a Purple Rainmaker of his own, driving his elbow right into the cold heart of Adam Cole! He hooks the leg for the pin!
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Cole gets the shoulder up just in time!
Mauro Ranallo: Lio Rush almost avenged the Velveteen Dream right there!
Corey Graves: Get up Cole, you can't let this twerp get the better of you!
Rush backs off and watches as Cole slowly gets up to his knees. Lio runs past him, springboarding off the third rope, looking for the Come Up but Cole catches him by the waist! Rush gives him an elbow to the side of the head to break free before moving in for a step up Enziguri. Cole ducks it however and Rush falls flat on his stomach. Cole grabs him by the waist once more, this time grabbing Rush's arms and crossing them before throwing him back with the Florida Keys! Rush lands high on his neck and folds over back onto his knees. Cole runs behing him, coming off the ropes for the Last Shot Mark II to the back of the head! He flips him over and makes the pin!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Adam Cole!
Cole is smiling as he gets his hand raised by the ref. He looks down at Rush and that smile fades rather fast. He walks over and kicks Rush, shoving him out of the ring with his boot. He smiles once more as the crowd boos him for his lack of sportsmanship. The show moves on.
Matt Riddle: Yo! What’s up bros and girls?! Welcome the second edition of the Bro Show with me, ‘The King of Brooooos’ Matthew Riddle!
Jeff Cobb: And me, ‘The Hawaiian Juggernaut’ Jeffrey Cobb!
Matt Riddle: Today bros and girls, it’s time for us to throw down some rhymes, bro. As you all know, our favourite song is ‘Regulate’ by Warren G ft. Nate Dogg, bros.
Jeff Cobb: Speak for yourself, dude. I’m a huge Israel Kamakawiwoʻole fan! He was a goddamn revolutionary!
Matt Riddle: Israel was a true bro but Warren G and Nate Dogg are the realest bros, bro!
Jeff Cobb: Oh, most definitely, Matthew but we’re not here to talk about our music idols. We are here to spit some bars! Drop a beat.
A beat drops and the scene transitions to a music video with Riddle and Cobb. Graphics keep popping up as they rap along to a ‘Beastie Boys’ type beat.
Matt Riddle:
M to the A, to the double T,
mess with the bro and you’ll meet the knee,
I’m Matt Riddle bro, you can’t beat me,
I’ll pin you on the mat like 1 2 3.
Jeff Cobb:
Cobb no corn, I chew em up and spit em out,
Mr Athletic so you better watch out,
Here with my bro, Matthew Riddle,
If you fuck with us, we’ll make you piddle! (IN YOUR PANTS BRO!)
Matt Riddle:
Bro, you heard correctly, we’ll make you pee,
We’ll throw you around, completely care free,
In the words of the great one Muhammad Ali,
We float like butterflies, sting like bees!
A dance break ensues.
Jeff Cobb:
Tour of The Islands is what I’ll give you,
Make you feel feelings that you don’t wanna go through,
Hawaiian and big is how I’m described,
Fuck with the juggernaut, I’ll make you circumcised!
Jeff dances to the beat whilst Matt is stood with a huge stink face. Staring at Cobb and what he just said.
Matt Riddle:
Cutting off foreskins, that’s not for me bro,
I’d rather win points like I’m doing a free throw,
We’ll take em all down to Rain-BRO Road,
If they try to stop us from achieving our goals! (BRO!)
Jeff Cobb:
Oh god, I’m sorry Matt, I didn’t mean to say that,
Lord oh no, I must look like an asshat,
I don’t wanna cut off any foreskins, that’s not like me,
I promise you bro, that’s the lockbox talking!
Matt Riddle:
Well forget about that, let’s educate the bros,
By telling them things that they need to know,
Like Strong Dragons, fuck you and all you stand for,
O’Reilly and Henry, the world’s biggest manwhores!
Jeff Cobb:
Okay, Matt, I’ve got it,
how about this?
Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn,
I’ll give you a kiss!
The beat scratches and stops. Riddle stares at Jeff and shakes his head.
Matt Riddle: No, bro, that’s definitely not correct. How about something like this?
The beat returns
Matt Riddle:
Matt Riddle baby, the King of Bros!
Becky Lynch ain’t the man, just a dumb hoe,
Zayn on the other hand, an ugly scrote,
We’ll send them down the river in a little row boat! (BRO! THEY’RE DEAD!)
Jeff Cobb:
No Matt I got it, I won’t screw up,
So listen close UE, I’m gonna fuck you bot-
Matt Riddle: UP! He’s gonna fuck you up.
The beat has stopped and the Chosen Bros stare at each other for a short second. As the beat returns, Cobb goes to speak but Riddle stops him before taking over slightly.
Matt Riddle:
Listen to me Jeff, don’t speak no more,
Or you might say shit like you’ll fuck Bubba on the floor,
Sex addict Jeff Cobb, that’s new to me,
Mr Athletic more like Mr Sex Please!
The scene transitions and the beat stops. It shows Jeff clasping onto his lockbox whilst Matt is out of breath.
Matt Riddle: Well, bros and girls, that was… fun, right?
Jeff Cobb: Yeah! Let’s do that again some time!
Matt Riddle: Welp! We’ll see you next week for the next episode of… THE BRO SHOW!!!! Thank you for joining us, bros, and remember, a penny saved is a penny earned. Peace out, bros!
Jeff Cobb: BYE!
The cameras transition from the Bro Show to elsewhere.
The scene opens close to Darby Allin’s face as he begins to speak.
Darby Allin: I watch happily as our stranglehold on this company gets stronger by the week. Just last week, the smile couldn’t be wiped from my face when Vinny...
BOOM! The New Kingdom member is sent flying forwards. His head makes hard impact with the wall in front of him. He doesn’t know what hit him until he turns around... and Katsuyori Shibata stares bullets down into his eyes. Darby begins to yell out but the sound is eliminated when Shibata sends his boot down onto Darby’s skull, knocking him unconscious.
Shibata grabs Darby by the hair and begins to drag him to where he desires. The camera gets a glimpse of the wrestler’s face, and it... doesn’t look the same. Gone is the passion and color in his eyes, gone is the calm demeanor... what now rests on his face is cold, and dark. He has no expression, he is a man possessed. His cold black eyes dart back and forth between the limp Darby Allin and the camera, until they’re directed toward something else, a booming sound coming from a corridor.
The sound materializes in the form of Sinn Bodhi... who upon seeing the limp Darby Allin, recklessly charges at Katsuyori Shibata. Shibata had seen this coming, and as Bodhi is within striking range, Shibata puts him down with a roundhouse kick to the dome. Bodhi collapses to the ground as Shibata looks down to him. He stares at him for a few moments with those cold beaty eyes before grabbing both of his wrists, and stomping his lights out. Shibata’s emotionless expression does not change one bit as he ruthlessly and continuously grinds his boot on the face of Bodhi.
Shibata then turns his attention to something else. He walks out of frame and then returns with a tied up, beaten, pleading old man. The one who had given him the false address days earlier, leading him to the nightmare that made this new Shibata. Shibata unties the man and rips a piece of tape off his face, allowing him to speak.
Old Man: P...please... I’ve told you everything I know. I have money... I can give you money, please! Ju... just don’t hurt me any more!
Shibata’s face remains the same shade of heartless as before as he doesn’t waste time in dishing out punishment. As soon as the old man finishes speaking. Shibata charges and puts him out with a vicious, piercing Penalty Kick.
Shibata drags all their still bodies in front of him before taking a seat and staring into the camera...
Shibata: Vinny Marseglia... you have created a monster. I am at the point of no return. I have no incentives to turn back. I am now nothing but a hunter... and you will be my prey.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest 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 their opponents...
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the former World Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.
Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 346 pounds, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, the Dynamic Duo!
The Dynamic Duo come out from the back dancing up a storm, not a care in the world for the fans or their opponents. In these moments, its just two friends having a good time. They dance all the way down the ramp and slide into the ring. They pose on the separate turnbuckles while still bobbing their head to the music. They jump down and get ready for their match.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it's Matt Riddle and Becky Lynch getting things started here, the pair circling one another. Lynch tries to tie Riddle up, but Matt slips behind her, not following through with any offense after he does. Becky turns around with a scowl on her face and tries again, but Riddle again slips behind her. When Becky turns back around to face him again, Matt smirks and shouts "BROOOOOO!", which earns him nothing but some anger from the Irish Lasskicker as she rushes him, smashing him on the jaw with a forearm. The blow staggers Riddle and Lynch takes full advantage to send him off the ropes with a whip, then hitting the ropes opposite. As Riddle rebounds, he does so into a charging Lynch who grounds him with a quick clothesline. Becky then motions for Riddle to get back up and as he does, she traps him in a side headlock before running for the turnbuckles, running up them and spinning Riddle out with a facebuster. Lynch then quickly makes a tag to her partner.
Phillips: An early tag between the former tag champions here.
Graves: It's all about strategy. Short stretches in the ring will allow the Dynamic Duo to pace themselves, stay fresh and go deep in this contest if they have to.
Zayn enters the ring and targets Riddle's arm precisely at the elbow joint with a flurry of hard stomps from his right heel. Riddle rolls for the ropes for separation, but Sami pursues, continuing to stomp savagely until Riddle rolls right out of the ring. Matt takes a moment to shake his arm out and try to recover some feeling, but the moment proves costly as Zayn slingshots over the top rope and takes him down with a crossbody! Sami gets to his feet, grabs a tangle of Matt's hair and drags him to the ring step, then drapes his arm over the unrelenting steel before stomping some more on the elbow as the official counts on both men. After several pointed strikes, Zayn pulls Riddle up to his vertical base and rolls him into the ring before following in behind. Sami grabs Riddle's wrist then, pulling him to his feet before trapping him in an arm wrench and tagging Becky back in.
Ranallo: Another quick tag and I think your call is correct, Corey. But another part of the strategy of the two-time former UWF World Tag Champions is starting to coalesce as Sami Zayn has pinpointed the arm of Matt Riddle.
Graves: He's priming the arm for Becky, Ranallo. You know it as well as I do.
Zayn puts Riddle in the corner as Becky enters the ring. When she's in, he slips out, and Becky pulls Riddle back out of the corner to ground him with a deep arm drag before trapping the right arm in a wrist lock. Becky torques the joint, planning to extend the strain and put more damage on the limb. Riddle has little choice but to suck it up for a few moments, but he slowly starts to battle to his feet and when he does, he throws a hard forearm that connects flush with the side of Becky's face, staggering her. Riddle wastes no time, pulling her into a belly-to-belly clutch and throwing her up and over in a big suplex before kipping right back up! Becky finds her feet quickly, too, but not quick enough as Riddle runs at her and hits her and spins into a HUGE roundhouse that claps her upside the head so hard the impact can be heard in the cheap seats. Becky is sent flat onto her back by the blow and Riddle makes a quick cover.
1...
...NO!
Graves: Matt Riddle landed a devastating roundhouse to the side of Becky's skull and even that didn't keep her down longer than a one-count. She's tough as nails.
As Riddle pushes to his feet, Becky rolls over onto her hands and knees. Matt stalks her, stepping up behind Becky before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up to a kneeling position. Riddle then circles around Becky, lining her up before sprinting in and connecting with an ugly penalty kick directly to the chest of the former World Tag Champion. Lynch cries out, clutching at her chest, as Riddle steps back, lines her up again, and spins into a heel kick to the same part of her head as he roundhoused earlier, leveling Becky once again. But the tough lass once more pushes to her hands and knees, crawling for a corner — and not realizing it's the corner belonging to her opponents. Riddle grins as he moves to tag in Cobb.
Phillips: A tag from Matt Riddle to Jeff Cobb and the Chosen Bros look to have turned around the momentum of this match-up.
Ranallo: That may be the case, but we all know not to count out the Dynamic Duo, who have definitely pulled off their share of surprising comebacks and upsets in their time in the UWF.
As Cobb enters the ring, he lumbers over Lynch and pulls her to her vertical base, then connects quickly with a European uppercut that sends her stumbling backward into the Bros' corner. Cobb takes a few steps back, then charges forward and hits a Stinger splash on the former champion, practically suffocating Becky under his mass before pulling away with Lynch in a suplex clutch and converting for a quick snap suplex. Cobb gets back to his feet as the crowd pop modestly for his team. Becky, meanwhile, rolls to hands and knees and starts crawling for a corner — the right one, this time. Cobb has no intention of letting her get there. He moves to stop her, pulling her up to one knee and raising a fist as if to tease a pummeling strike. But as he does so, Sami Zayn starts to shout at the official, drawing his attention, and Lynch brings her arm up between Cobb's legs with a clear low blow! The fans erupt in heat as Becky pulls herself away from the now doubled-over Cobb and Sami immediately cools off and heads back to his corner. Lynch makes the tag.
Ranallo: After that unsportsmanlike maneuver...
Graves: Unsportsmanlike? A man as big as Jeff Cobb shouldn't be laying his hands on a woman! He got what he deserves!
Ranallo: This is a sanctioned wrestling match.
Sami doesn't enter through the ropes, opting instead to take advantage of his partner's dirty tactics to climb up to the top rope from the apron. As Cobb slowly regains his full vertical base, Zayn leaps off with an attempted crossbody, but Cobb catches him in the cradle position and executes an absolutely ugly suplex. Zayn lands awkwardly and mostly on his neck, then slowly unfolds into a prone position on the canvas. Cobb runs right at him and leaps into the air, executing a senton and staying on for the cover.
1...
2...
...NO!
Phillips: That's a kickout by Zayn after a brilliant counter combination from the impressive Jeff Cobb.
Graves: Impressive? There's nothing impressive about that fat oaf in the ring!
Zayn rolls to his hands and knees and heads in the direction of his corner at a crawl, but Cobb grabs his ankle and drags him back toward the Chosen Bros' corner before cinching around his waist and deadlifting him into a German suplex into the turnbuckles! Once more, Zayn lands awkwardly on his neck, and Cobb makes the tag to Riddle before lifting Zayn up and putting him in the Tree of Woe.
Ranallo: Jeff Cobb tags out, but sets his partner up with a golden gift as he hangs Sami up like bedsheets on laundry day.
Riddle enters and moves to about the middle of the ring, smirking at Becky as he goes. He then turns around to face Zayn and charges him, penalty kicking him directly in the sternum! Zayn immediately grabs at his chest and screams in pain, but Riddle just returns to the middle of the ring, lines Sami up and does the same thing all over again! With the assault seemingly taking a devastating toll on his opponent, Riddle decides to go for the trifecta. This time, however, as he charges at the former champion, Sami displays incredible core strength by crunching up to avoid the kick and Riddle gets nothing but a turnbuckle pad! Sami manages to pull himself to a seated position and quickly scrambles to his feet, knowing he has bought himself at most a few seconds; when he has his base, he flips backward off of the top rope and hits a simple moonsault to bring Riddle down to the canvas! Sami rolls off toward the apron and both men take a few moments to catch their breath now, the official starting to count toward a no contest.
Ranallo: The core strength of the two-time World Tag Champion was on full display there as he avoided a penalty kick and capitalized on the moment of separation he was able to create.
Graves: What's that Mauro? Praise for what could be the greatest tag team ever in the UWF? How objective of you!
Sami pulls Cobb to his feet, but as he does, Cobb grabs him and tosses him fully across the ring with a Biel throw! Sami lands hard but rolls right back up to his vertical base. Cobb snarls and charges, unloading what he intends to be a massive lariat, but Zayn has it scouted and leaps up, catching the arm and dragging it down with the rest of Cobb so the elbow joint connects flush with his knees! Cobb pulls away, reeling for his own corner with a numb arm, but Zayn kips up and runs past him, leaping onto the middle rope and springboarding into a crossbody that takes the big man down! The fans are booing as Sami rolls back to hands and knees and pops back to his feet, but Cobb rolls under the ropes to the apron. Zayn, however, has no intention of allowing him to get off that easily. The two-time former tag champion passes between the ropes onto the same apron and grabs Cobb by the hair, lifting him to his vertical base in a suplex clutch. Then, with a loud roar of exertion, Sami lifts Cobb up and drops him skull-first on the apron with a brainbuster!
Ranallo: MAMMA MIA BRAINBUSTER ON THE APRON!
Phillips: That should be it!
Graves: Stick a fork in him. He's done!
Zayn shoves Cobb back into the ring beneath the ropes, sliding in after him and making the cover.
1...
2...
...NO! Riddle breaks up the pin!
Graves: Oh what the Hell, ref! That's interference!
Zayn gets to his feet and shoves Riddle, who responds with an attempted roundhouse. But Sami has it scouted and catches the leg, pulling it down in between the two men. Riddle hops helplessly twice, then leaps up and hits a leg-fed enzuigiri! Sami stumbles back away toward the ropes as Riddle kips right back up, then runs at him. Zayn, however, leaps up and hits a picture-perfect dropkick that sends Riddle careening to the canvas! Riddle rolls out onto the apron near his team's corner, seeing Cobb crawling toward it to make a tag; Lynch, meanwhile, starts calling for a tag from Sami. Both tags are made simultaneously and the two enter the ring and run right at each other, trading hard blows back and forth with Becky throwing bone-rattling forearms and Riddle connecting hard with toe-kicks to the midsection. Finally, Riddle creates some separation with a stiff front thrust kick, then runs at Becky with intent to connect with the Final Flash! Becky knows it's coming, though, and she puts hands down to block the knee strike before underhooking the leg and lifting Riddle up and over with the Bexploder! The fans boo as Becky gets to her feet, thumps her chest and shouts, "WHO'S THE MAN?!?"
Phillips: Lynch with an amazing counter to the Final Flash and this one might be over!
Graves: It is over, Phillips!
Ranallo: Not if Jeff Cobb has anything to say about it. He's going for the lockbox!
Indeed, the big man is as he drops down off the apron and heads to the timekeeper's area, but as he does so, Sami Zayn drops off the apron himself and gives pursuit! Cobb grabs his lockbox only to be hit from behind with a boot to the skull! Cobb tumbles into the barricade as Sami grabs his lockbox, takes one good look at it, then uses it to smash Cobb in the face!
Ranallo: Sami Zayn making brutal use of that illegal object and the official is none the wiser!
That's because the referee is watching as Becky rolls Riddle over and traps him in Disarmer! The submission hold applied on a fellow submissions expert, Becky really leans into the torquing of it, threatening to rip her opponent's arm right out of its socket. Matt taps out!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners, by submission:
Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch
THE DYNAMIC DUO!
Graves: Amazing! Simply amazing! There's no other way to describe the Dynamic Duo's dominance as they once more climb toward the top of this division with a huge victory here over the Chosen Bros.
Phillips: A huge, tainted victory. Between low blows and foreign objects, the Duo pulled every filthy trick out from under their sleeve to get this win.
Graves: Waaah... waah. That's all just sour grapes to me!
Mauro is conspicuously silent as Becky and Sami celebrate their win, while Riddle rolls out of the ring to help Cobb to his feet and help hype up his bro. The pair head to the back while the former tag champions continue their celebration in front of a booing crowd as the feed moves along.
Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen of the UWF Universe, my name is Paul Heyman, and I am the advocate for the beast incarnate himself, BRRRROOOOCKK LESSNARR!
Lesnar enters into view, looking up to the sky as he cracks his neck.
Paul Heyman: Now I realize all of you simpletons do not fully realize what you have in front of you. This is not just a man, oh no. This is a beast, and he is the single most destructive entity to ever grace this business. This is a man on a mission. This is a man with a purpose. Brock Lesnar is here for one very specific reason and that ladies and germs, is to destroy anyone that comes across his path. Your best man here doesn't even have what it takes to hold this mans jock strap!
Lesnar laughs as Heyman continues.
Paul Heyman: This man eats, breathes, sleeps, and even shits professional wrestling. Hurting people is in his blood and this dumpster company is the next stop on Brock Lesnar's road trip of pain. He will come in, and proceed too-
Lesnar takes the microphone away from Heyman and looks directly at the camera.
Lesnar: You sons of bitches listen and you listen good. I'm here for the long haul and there isn't thing one anybody can do about it. Everyone in this locker room should plan on at some point in time getting an all expenses paid trip to suplex city, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood badass, Brock Lesnar.
Lesnar drops the microphone as Heyman smirks and walks away with Lesnar.
We cut a dark room and we see UWF’s word class commentator Mauro Ranallo, in a chair across From him is Tessa Blanchard, her tv title across her shoulder.
Mauro:”Ladies and Gentlemen, I am honored to be here with UWF's first ever female Television Champion, Tessa Blanchard! Now Tessa first let me congratulate you on your title reign so far, but let get the elephant out of the room. Ever since you have won the belt you haven’t been able to shake off former champion Jimmy Havoc.”
Tessa shoots Mauro a glare.
Tessa:”Excuse me? Mauro I have defeated that rat so many times, I mean seriously he can’t take a hint. I am simply better than him! I pinned Shibata! I defeated both Havoc and Big Show in the same match! I made history, and that vermin just won’t stay down. He just doesn’t know when to quit, it’s pathetic really Mauro.”
Mauro stays calm and just continues along.
Mauro:”Maybe,but it is true that in your last confrontation with him you used a chair to disqualify yourself on purpose. Were you scared, or just sick and tired of Havoc, and Tessa your thoughts of his Hardcore challenge for Mania?”
Another glare at Mauro.
Tessa:”Scared? Mauro, HOW DARE YOU! If anything I was fed up! Constantly being booked against Trash like him, and now he has the gall to challenge me to a hardcore match!? You know what Havoc fine! You want the belt back? Try me! Mania, you versus me, Hardcore, and once I retain, I am washing my hands clean of you. I will be done with you forever!”
Tessa just walks out and we switch back to the feed.
The feed cuts to a shot of Drake Maverick backstage.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and I hope you are all enjoying the programme we are putting on tonight. I have recently received the news of an assault on one half of the UWF's World Tag Team Champions, the Strong Dragons, and after consulting with our company doctor and receiving a second opinion from Mark's own physician, we have decided that Mr. Henry will not be fit to compete in a defense of his championship at Wrestlemania. However, in spite of this horrible news, the show must go on. Which is why I am here to announce the plans for the UWF's tag team division at the Biggest Show of the Year.
The news is met by loud booing by the live audience as they watch Maverick speak on the Titantron.
Over the past several months I have been very pleased to oversee the development of a deep and talented division of athletes and I am proud of the near-parity we have achieved among the tag team ranks here in the UWF. I truly believe this is the best tag team division in our sport of professional wrestling, and I am convinced that any team within it would make worthy champions. Which is why I am happy to announce that Kyle O'Reilly will have the opportunity to find a tag team partner to help him, or will defend his championships alone by running a gauntlet comprised of the entirety of the division in a Tag Team Turmoil match! To Mr. O'Reilly: good luck. And to the rest of the division: like Aztec Warfare, this is your opportunity as a tag team to prove yourselves. It would be prudent for you all to take advantage of that opportunity. Cheers!
With that, the feed cuts back away to the UWF logo before the show moves on.
As the broadcast heads backstage again, Kyle O'Reilly is seen sitting in a chair in stunned silence, wearing an expression akin to a lost puppy. He doesn't even react as UWF World's Champion Johnny Morrison walks into frame.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Hey, Vanilla Bar! Karl! Whatever your name is... diabetes guy! Hey! You there?
Morrison looks at O'Reilly with something akin to... is that concern? It's hard to tell through his aviators. He snaps his fingers in front of Kyle's face, trying to get his attention, but the Diabetic Dragon is staring off into an unseen distance that's roughly level with Morrison's groin. Johnny squats down to get at Kyle's eye-level, then whistles at him.
Here, buddy, buddy, buddy...
The Tag Champ doesn't flinch or give any physical indication that the Cosmic Crusader's attempt at reaching him is landing. All he can offer is a low moan, followed by single word in the saddest most despondent tone...
KO'R: Mark...
His face is haunted pale. His fingers are trembling. A sickly sweat pools in his boots. Is it his blood sugar levels? Probably. But also, tell tale signs of a broken heart and a devastated dream. Morrison watches O'Reilly for a minute, concerned to see a colleague in such dire straits. After a near unbearable stretch of silence, Kyle speaks again.
KO'R: I just don't even know how it happened, Johnny. Or why. Or when. I don't know anything anymore. It's like the universe is Wheel of Fortune and I can't by a vowel and also Merv Griffin just told Vanna White to show me a picture of my dead best friend. It's like that. It's that bad.
Without ever breaking his petrified gaze into the middistance, Kyle asks in a voice hollowed out of any passion but still unmistakably tinged with Canadian politesse.
KO'R: How are things with you though?
Morrison takes full advantage of this opportunity to vent his frustration.
How are things with me? I don't know, Kyle, I'd say they're pretty great! I mean, I've found out my championship title is a dupe and that the real one is still being held by the guy who I beat in Aztec Warfare. AND I'm running around here, trying to find his associate in the hope that he's true to his word and the title is there with that idiot who has a television for a head. It's like having an intense feeling of loss mixed with an overwhelming dose of anxiety. It's a deadly cocktail, man. You know what I'm saying?
For a moment, the World's Champion looks at the Diabetic Dragon as though he's genuinely interested in what Kyle has to say, but as O'Reilly opens his mouth to speak, Morrison runs a hand through his hair and audibly sighs.
Look, man, I'd love to stay here and chat, but I've gotta find Dr. Cube. Have you seen him?
Kyle shakes his head, unblinking as he continues his staring contest with an emotional abyss.
KO'R: No. Sorry Johnny. I haven't seen him. Ever, actually. But that's gotta be tough... realizing that everything you thought you had is actually everything you don't even have. How you could ever trust again after that... how could you ever hope again...
His whole body shakes with the involuntary seismic activity of somebody who is in no fit state to be monitoring their own insulin levels.
I dunno, dude, but I do know that you don't look so good. Here, you should have some water. Some nerd in a Dynamic Duo t-shirt gave me this bottle a few minutes ago when I was checking out catering. Take it.
Morrison offers a bottle of Dasani to Kyle, practically pushing it into his hands before he starts to walk off.
Thanks. Look after yourself.
Kyle focuses in on the bottle of Dasani, connecting dots with his expression slowly morphing into one of absolute rage as he crushes the plastic water container in his bare hands with raw, furious strength. His breath? Freaky heavy. And now, having hyperventilated himself into action, Kyle O’Reilly also gets up and walks away, leaving the ruined Dasani in his wake.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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
Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY!
Spike Dudley marches down the ramp, looking all business tonight. Noticeably, the former International Champ is on his own tonight. Neither of his Dudley Brothers nor Stacy Keibler accompanies him down to the squared circle for his main event match-up. Still, he has the full-fledged support of the capacity crowd. The people scream and cheer and applaud as the UWF's Ultimate Underdog slides into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle and scans the arena with a purposeful menace in his eyes. Brother Runt is ready for a proper donnybrook.
Ranallo: Spike Dudley is operating solo tonight as he has vowed to take on Vinny Marseglia mano-a-mano.
Graves: What a miscalculation. With the amount of trash this little goblin talked heading into this contest, he needs all the help he can get. The Horror King is going to eat him alive.
Phillips: Spike has been nothing but impressive since his return and has a storied history of pulling off stunning wins in big matches with all the odds stacked against him. Marseglia may be on a roll right now, but if anyone can derail it, it has to be Spike Dudley.
Spike hops down and looks up the ramp, waiting for Marseglia to come down to fight.
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: 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: With a win over the reigning UWF Champion last week, Vinny Marseglia has once again positioned himself as perhaps the most dominant, feared forced in the game today. He has his eyes set on an Intercontinental Championship tilt with Katsuyori Shibata, but first, this contest with UWF legend Spike Dudley.
Phillips: This is a pay-per-view caliber main event. I can't believe we're being treated to it here tonight!
Graves: Don't get too excited, Phillips. We may very well be about to witness an absolute slaughter. I don't anticipate a mat classic so much as a grindhouse-level scrap between these two maniacs. This isn't going to help either man head into Wrestlemania at one-hundred percent.
Chimel bails and the Referee makes sure both men are ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING
In lieu of a feeling out process or an attempt at engaging in the typical collar-and-elbow lock-up to kick things off, Vinny marches to the middle of the ring with his hands down, a daring confidence in his laissez faire demeanour. Spike follows suit. Devil may care. They meet in the dead center of the squared circle, chest to chest, eye to eye. Neither speaks a word, opting to let the rising tension impregnate the silence with a nervous danger. It's a cup on the edge of the counter. It's a shaking toe on a tight rope. It's a risky pull in Jenga. The opponents clench their fists like gunslingers, white knuckles contrasting the blood red anticipation in their glares. Every fan in the arena takes to their feet, beyond eager to see it all comes crashing down.
And then it does.
Spike punches Vinny square in the jaw and tries to follow up with a combo, only for Vinny to tag him back with a left of his own. From there, its off to the races, both men squared up, feet planted, trading punches without giving up a inch of ground. The outpouring of damage comes in hot and heavy. Its relentless as hurricane rain, the exchange hastily taking its toll as Vinny's mug swells up and Spike's lip gets busted open.
Phillips: What a slugfest!
Graves: See! What did I tell you?!
The quicker Dudley finds and opening to finally land a few consecutive, uninterrupted blows, including a few to the midsection that knock the wind out of the Horror King. Marseglia retaliates instantly, finding a home for his knee in Spike's ribs before offering up a Glassgow Kiss. With this shot, Spike is the first to lose a step as he stumbles backwards, dazed and dizzy. Vinny smiles, but has that wiped off his face when the smaller man comes back with a torpedo-esque headbutt of his own that hits square in the chest, right about in the spot where any other man would have a heart.
Vinny stays on his feet but gets knocked back a few steps. Spike follows up with a short range running lariat, again hitting the chest. The force sends Vinny into the ropes. Bouncing off, he rushes back at Spike only to take another lariat to the chest. The maniac shakes it off with a haunting cackle and then swings for the fences with a haymaker. Spike ducks it, spins, reaches back over and grabs himself a headful of Marseglia. From there, he springs up, looking to nail a standing Shiranui. But Vinny is prepared for it, and shoves Dudley off while he's coming overhead. Given that he's so small, the force propels Spike a ways off, but the nimble competitor manages to land with his feet on the second rope. Using the elastic bounce, Spike propels himself back towards his opponent, twisting as he flies to come at Vinny with a surprise crossbody! The Horror King turns around just in time to take the full weight of his foe to the torso. Finally, a man is taken to the ground, with Spike landing on Marseglia in prime position to make a cover. The Referee slides down to count it...
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Vinny shoves Spike off with authority. Dudley rolls away and scrambles to his feet but Vinny is on him like a wild animal, tackling him with a spear of sorts that drives him hard into the nearest turnbuckle. Grabbing the ropes on either side of that middle intersection, Marseglia uses the grip to propel himself forward as he delivers a vicious series of shoulder thrusts into Spike's gut. The smaller man doubles over, coughing out all the air from his lungs while the irate Official gives the Horror King a five count to cut it out. Vinny makes liberal use of the count, only stepping away at the last possible instant. Stripes attempts to chastise the dangerous competitor, but he'd have more like getting a tiger to change its stripes than having this guy play by the rules.
The top contender for the IC title blows past the Ref to get back to work on Spike, but Dudley sees him coming. He launches himself out of the corner and clobbers Marseglia with something like a Superman elbow stikes before landing on top with what could best be described as a Thesz Press. Landing on top of Vinny again, Spike digs in with some ruthless ground-and-pound, hitting the guy with everything shy of the kitchen sink. Marseglia turtles up to weather the storm before eventually bucking Spike off with some frantic movement.
Dudley rolls to the side but goes right after him again. Vinny cuts that off with a straight right to the jaw - a stiff shot that buys him some time to get back to his feet. Spike shakes the stars and then continues with that hot pursuit, perhaps a little too blindly as Marseglia nails him shooting in with a kick to the gut, following that up with a Snap DDT.
Ranallo: Oooh! Picture perfect DDT from Marseglia delivered with conviction.
Graves: Did you see the way he added that extra pull in there? Every move he hits, every hold he applies - it's never about winning the match so much as its about hurting the other guy as much as he can. That mindset differentiates him from every other guy on the roster.
Vinny kneels over the temporarily stunned Spike Dudley, takes a second to catch his breath and then hoists him up with a fistful of hair. Marseglia tucks his foe's head into his armpit, elevates and then twists to nail an emphatic rendition of The Shining! Dudley's body lands in a contorted heap and Vinny rolls up the scraps for a pin attempt...
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Spike defiantly gets a shoulder up at a late two. A sigh of relief permeates through the arena but there's still a strong sense of concern over the state of the fan favoutire. Spike took the landing band. He looks messed up and he isn't move, and when Vinny sits up beside him, he has the knowing glow in his eye of a shark who smells panicked blood in the water.
Phillips: I think this match just took a turn down a one-way street.
Ranallo: Vinny Marseglia massacred Spike Dudley with that move he calls The Shining and even if it wasn't enough to finish this contest, the ball is certainly in his court now and I think we're about to see him bring a new meaning the "March Madness".
Vinny slowly gets to his feet, savouring the position he finds himself in. He licks his lips fiendishly before prying Spike's limp body up off the canvas. He has to support the weight of his opponent to stop him from collapsing, but he's happy to do it when it means inflicting even more pain. Going low, Marseglia grabs Dudley around the legs and then lifts him up like he's going for a Flapjack. Instead of plastering him into the ring, though, Vinny marries the Underdog's skull to the the nearest turnbuckle. Spike's face snaps back violently after connecting hard with the cold, stationary steel of the corner.
The force actually seems to knock some life back in to him, surprisingly, as he has the wherewithal to land on his feet. But he's rattled beyond reason, stumbling around in a concussed haze without knowing which way is up. Vinny stalks him, waiting with the same sick patience as a monster under the bed before finally lashing out. A Spike performs a clumsy pirouette in an attempt to find some balance, Marseglia jumps up and catches him with a twisting backbreaker - a maneuver he calls Inksanity!
His knees crack ribs and force the air out of Spike's lungs. He coughs up a mouthful of blood, too. Never a good sign. Dudley tries to crawl away while catching his breath only for Vinny to swarm him,yank him up again and then lawn-dart him back into that same turnbuckle he just hit.
Graves: This got ugly fast. The thing about Underdogs is that sometimes they just end up being the guys that are totally outmatched. Yes, he ended the reign of Kevin Steen. Yes, he won in the main event of Wrestlemania. But this is a new era, and a new kind of wrestler in Vinny Marseglia. I don't think we're going to get any more miracles out of Spike Dudley.
Ranallo: It's worth noting that just like when Spike was in line for a shot at the International Championship, Spike has put off a promised match for the Intercontinental Championship to handle some other business first. In this case, he passed on a rematch with Shibata to get his hands on Vinny Marseglia -
Graves: You can call that nobel or brave but I call it stupid. Look at where it's getting him! And let's not forget that he wouldn't let his brothers or Stacey come out to help him. This is exactly what he asked for, he just didn't realize it.
Spike collapses near the ropes and Vinny walks over to place an arrogant foot on his chest. The Ref isn't happy about it, but it technically constitutes a cover for a pinfall so he goes down to count it...
Phillips: Vinny just taunting him with this cover...
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Graves: But it still might actually be enough at this point...
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Spike shoves his foot off at two, effectively ending the count. The crowd screams in approval, delighted to see their hero hang in there. Vinny smirks. He drags Spike to the middle of the ring, drops him and then stands in front, demanding that he bow to the Horror King.
Ranallo: What the? Oh no. This is wrong. This is just sick.
Graves: Spike Dudley dared to cross the Horror King and now he has to pay for it. He has to admit how wrong he was. He doesn't have a choice.
Vinny reaches down and slaps Spike across the back of the head, demeaning and mocking him while insisting that his royal station be recognized. If Dudley is conscious enough to hear and understand, he certainly doesn't obey. Lying half-dead at the feet of Marseglia, Brother Runt doesn't bow. He just bleeds. And shakes. Vinny crouches, pulls up his head with a scalpful of hair and looks him in the eye, insisting that Spike bow to him again.
The eye contact awakens something in Dudley, though. The fog of CTE lifts to reveal the anger of a man at his wits end. There is a rage there. A finality. And with that, he spits a mouthful of blood into The Horror King's face!
Phillips: Eeeeeeeeewwww!
Ranallo: Defiant to the end!
Vinny recoils, wiping the sanguine fluid from his eyes as he tries to regain some vision. Spike somehow drags himself up to his feet, cracks his neck, wipes the blood from his lip and then goes to work. He rushes as Vinny and pound away with a relentless flurry of clubbing shots that quickly batter the Horror King down. He doesn't stop there. Taking Marseglia by the arm, he whips him into a turnbuckle. The tattooed villain thuds against the pads hard, only to have Spike smash him in the midsection with a Battering Ram headbutt!
As Vinny stumbles out from the corner, trying to get some air back in his body, Spike grabs him from behind and wriggles his arms under Marseglia's. It's awkward given the size difference, but nevertheless, Spike hooks him a Full Nelson before executing an impressive Bubba Bomb! The crowd pops big for the borrowed maneuver that leaves Vinny planted in the canvas.
Ranallo: And just like that, Spike is back in this thing!
Graves: What? How?
Dudley finally has a moment to recover, but he isn't about to stand around smelling the flowers. He stumbles haphazardly towards the nearest corner and scales the turnbuckle, some inner-ear damage seeing him balance precariously at the top, looking like he might just fall off. A hush falls over the crowd - a quite concern for how this daring risk is going to play out. But Spike is a man possessed, and with his eyes fixated on his landing pad, he launches himself through the air before landing flush with a Dudley Stomp right on to Vinny's chest!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA WHAT A STOMP! LIKE MARIO CRUSHING BOWSER, SPIKE HAS TRULY PUT THE BOOTS TO THE HORROR KING!
Phillips: Now's his chance to steal this match!
His boots nearly blow a hole through Marseglia's chest! Falling off to the side, Spike wastes no time in making a cover...
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Vinny kicks out at two! Spike can't believe his eyes, and the audience is at a loss for words. That Stomp connected hard and would surely have put away any kind of normal human being. Brother Runt doesn't have an inch of quit in him though. He sets his eyes back on the turnbuckle, and quicker than a hick-up, he's scurrying back to the top to try for another one. Knowing how going back to the well usually plays out, another hush of concern falls over the crowd. Nobody ever gets to hit the same move twi -
OMG SPIKE HITS ANOTHER DUDLEY STOMP!
The crowd burst into excited cheers as Spike rolls through the harsh landing, passes on a pinfall attempt and heads across the ring to the other turnbuckle to... I guess like... try to hit a third one?
Graves: You have got to be kidding me...
Ranallo: Big risks can yield big rewards and Spike Dudley is going all in with this!
Everyone in the crowd is on their feet, hoping and praying that Spike will nail the trifecta. Vinny is lying prone on the mat, battered and broken and wide open. Spike lines him up, shakes his in disbelief like he knows how crazy it is, and then leaps through the air to land a third and finalizing Dudley Stomp...
Time seems to stop as he defies gravity. The arena lights cast a long shadow that covers Marseglia like the omen of an eclipse. Spike points his boots down as he aims to put the finishing touches of the Horror King. Vinny twitches... and moves to roll... to get out of harms way...
But he doesn't make it in time! Spike connects! The third Dudley Stomp hits and Vinny's body leaves a dent in the ring from the continued impact, like a nail being driven down by a hammer. The crowd explodes, amazed to see Dudley fight his way back into and earn himself a huge win!
Ranallo: UNBELIEVABLE!
Graves: What the hell is going on in there?
Spike rolls through the landing, turns around and collapses on Vinny to make the cover. The Referee is already in position to make the count he knew was coming. The people count along...
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VINNY KICKS OUT AT ONE!
They may not like him, but the fans erupt in ecstatic shock. Spike sits up and looks at the Referee in total disbelief, holding up one finger. The Official seems just as surprised, but assures Spike that it's really real.
Ranallo: Spike Dudley just obliterated Vinny Marseglia with not one... not two... but three diving Dudley Stomps only to see the Horror King kick out like it was nothing.
Graves: He's like the Terminator and Jason Voorhees and Michael Meyers and Freddy Krueger all rolled up into one freakshow of a human being. We've never seen anything like him.
Phillips: These two are beating the Holy Hell out of each other and so far none of it has been enough. How far are they willing to go to get the win here?
Spike stands up and pulls Vinny with him. With a handful of dreadlocks, Spike lines up Marseglia to hit a stiff right hook, only for the Horror King to spring outta nowhere at connect with a sudden Jump Scare! He drives Dudley back down into the hard ring with a jerking twist added to that signature style DDT before rolling him over and hooking a leg to shoot the half.
Graves: Vinny with the Jump Scare! Just like he promised!
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Phillips: He caught Spike completely off guard!
2...
Ranallo: It's all over!
No! Spike kicks out at the last possible instant! Vinny honestly isn't stoked about it but the crowd sure are. Maybe it's out of spite or maybe its just cause he is a son of a gun, but he scrapes Spike up and whispers "ACID DROP" in his ear like a menace. That stirs up some ire in the Underdog and he musters up the strength to shove Vinny off of him before his own finish can get used against him. Marseglia fires back with well-placed boot to the tummy that doubles Dudley over, before hoisting him up for what looks to be a Popwerbomb. Gord knows a move like that, while out of Vinny's typical wheelhouse, might well be enough to close the book on this one.
But Spike's been up in that position before, and he knows just what to do. With the fervor or a rabid trash panda, he goes wild with a series of twelve-to-six elbows down on to the top of the Horror King's head, offering him a crown of violence to fit the gimmick. The pointed shots rock the contender and set him off balance, affording Dudley the opportunity to pull off a Frankensteiner. The thing is, they're so close to the ropes now that Spike actually launches Vinny over them to the floor below, taking the contest to the outside for the first time.
Vinny crashes down hard on the arena floor while Spike somehow manages to catch himself and hold on to the top rope. He skins the cat, a feat impressive given his absolutely annihilated state. The Referee looks at him like he's some kinda miracle wonder before starting the ten count on Vinny. Spike tells him not to bother before running across the ring, hitting the ropes, coming in hot on the rebound and diving over the top to land on Vinny! The dive earns him another standing ovation from the UWF Universe, something he can hopefully appreciate even as he's writing in pain on the floor beside his capsized foe.
Phillips: Spike Dudley throwing caution and his body to the wind as he takes this bout to the next level. At this rate, neither man is going to make it to Wrestlemania.
Graves: Spike's too stubborn to give him and Vinny's probably actually enjoying this. They're too shortsighted to look at the big picture, but I bet Shibata is loving this right now. His next two potential challengers are out here murdering each other.
The Referee heads out to the floor to see if the fellas are even still good to compete. Spike gives him a thumbs up, then scoops Vinny and rolls him on to the commentary table. He doesn't bother to clear off the cover or the monitors. And why should he? He hates that dude's guts. The Official tries to stop him, but Spike ain't taking no for an answer. He marches right past Stripes, leaving Vinny prone on the table as he climbs back into the ring then up on to the turnbuckle before facing down at the Horror King. The commentary team has backed away a safe distance.
Ranallo: This is a bridge too far! Spike Dudley has Vinny out cold on our commentary table and has something seriously sick in mind for him now!
Phillips: Three stomps in the ring couldn't put Marseglia away, but I'm positive this will!
For the fourth time, Spike takes flight to hit a Dudley Stomp. It's a good fifteen foot gap to clear to land on Marseglia, but the added elevation makes the jump possible. Dudley careens through the air like a pirate ship cannonball to execute his coup de grace.
VINNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! BIG CRASH!
Spike splatters through the table and lands hard in a pile or rubble and notes and monitors and disappointment. Marseglia was just playing opossum, and to the horror and dismay of the crowd, he rummages through the wreckage, finds what's left of Spike and drags his shattered carcass over to the ring before pushing it under the ropes.
Graves: Spike went to that well one too many times and now its cost him everything!
Ranallo: Hard to argue with that. In a stunt that could have secured the victory, Spike instead finds himself at Marseglia's mercy once again.
Vinny doesn't follow Spike into the ring to make a cover, though. Instead, he scales the apron, climbs the turnbuckle, and imitates Spike in his top rope aspirations. He scopes out the fallen Dudleyville native like a predatorial pterodactyl, eyes narrowing in on the prey before swooping in for the kill. Once again paying homage to the twisted imagination of his idol Stephen King, Marseglia goes for some REDRUM!
Phillips: Vinny off the top rope with the REDRUM!
MAMA MI-AHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOODNESS!
Mauro's tone takes a high turn and his catchphrase goes off the rails when he sees Vinny take a backfull of knees! Spike get his shin bones up just in time, somehow and someway avoiding the killing blow and saving himself when Vinny attempts to finish him off with that Senton Bomb! The crowd pops huge to see their boy stick in the fight just even a little bit longer!
Vinny curls up, writhing in pain, and Spike rolls him over to make a cover...
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Marseglia gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time! The air gets sucked out the arena and the crowd is totally deflated! They thought Spike had him for sure but the Horror King just won't stay dead. Spike sits up, totally unsure of what to do next. Vinny sits up next to him, shooting up like the Undertaker while a twisted grin carved across his visage like this is a dream come true or something. Spike looks over and they make eye contact, and just like the start of the match, that tension just leads to blows.
A "THIS IS AWESOME" chant fills up the building again while the two competitors slug it out ugly style in a ruthless, clumsy brawl that never finds its way to a standing position. They spill around the ring, tumbling like cartoon characters as they exchange dominant top positions and trade their fair share of significant strikes. The Official tries to break it up but its a hopeless endeavour. There's just no stopping this force of nature. Like an earthquake or a tornado or a meteor heading to earth to kill the dinosaur, alls you can do is try and stay out of its way.
Graves: The Official might just have to call this off. I'm not even sure this is a wrestling match anymore.
Ranallo: When Spike returned to the UWF, there was no specific ill will between him and Vinny Marseglia but over the past week a blood-thirsty rivalry has developed between these two and brutal as this is, I'm worried this is just the start.
Phillips: The start? I'd be surprised if either guy makes it out of this match alive!
Finally, they make it to their feet where they continue to exchange some serious punches. Vinny counters a shot and whips Spike towards the ropes - or at least, he tries to. Spike spins around and pulls Vinny in with a headlock before running up the ropes to hit himself an ACID DROP!
But Vinny pushes him off before he can make good! And while Spike's back is still towards him, Marseglia shoots like a frickin cobra and sinks in a tight Dragon Sleeper!
Ranallo: DRAGON SLEEPER!
Graves: You know what that means!
Marseglia doesn't hesitate in delivering an absolutely astounding Farewell to Flesh - the Dragon Sleeper into the Inverted DDT that drives Spike's cranium into the canvas to a nail through a crucified palm. Spike's knocked out cold and with that, Marseglia hooks a deep leg to cap it of...
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SPIKE.
KICKS.
OUT.
BROTHER.
How? It doesn't seem physically possible. And when Vinny sits up to look at the Ref like he just made the worst mistake of his life, there's a sense of uncertainty in the Horror King's eyes that's never been seen there before. But he doesn't linger on it. It's just time to go back to his roots. Vinny leaves Spike for dead before rolling under the ropes to the floor, reaching under the apron and extracting an old friend...
Ranallo: Wait? Where's he going? What's he doing?
Graves: Vinny Marseglia has had his fill of Spike Dudley. Now it's time to end him once and for all.
The crowd boos as Vinny pulls out a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. He whirls it around a few times, letting the terror sink in before staring down at the malicious weapon with a maniacal sense of glee. He brings it back into the ring and approaches Spike, who hasn't moved at all since kicking out. The Referee stands between them, but quickly flees when Vinny threatens to hit him too.
Phillips: Vinny is going to get disqualified!
Graves: Do you honestly think he cares right now?
Vinny stands over Spike and raises the bat high overhead, ready to bring it crashing down...
AND THEN THE LIGHTS CUT OUT!
Ranallo: Hey! Who turned out the lights?
Phillips: I can't see!
Graves: Nobody can, idiot.
Ranallo: I don't like this one bit! It must be the New Kingdom...
The lights suddenly flash back on. All eyes turn to the ramp where Shibata and Ikeman stand, wielding their own set or barbed-wire shrouded baseball bats. It isn't the New Kingdom - the boys from Japan already took care of them. The crowd pops big to see the Intercontinental Champ and his friend intervening. They chant Shibata's name while Vinny turns his full attention to his upcoming opponent. Shibata looks down the ramp at him with that cold-blooded, unconcerned gaze of his, and Vinny scowls right back. It's enough of a distraction for Spike to sneak up from behind and roll him up...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
SPIKE DUDLEY!
Spike rolls out of the ring, forgoing the victorious hand-raise so as to avoid the wrath of Marseglia. He's in no shape back right now. The crowd explode to see their guy steal the victory from the jaws of defeat. The Referee doesn't stick around, either, as Vinny springs up and starts swinging the bat around in a frenzied tantrum!
Ranallo: Amazing! Somehow, Spike Dudley pulled off the win tonight! The Ultimate Underdog strikes again!
Phillips: How that roll-up kept Vinny down when nothing else could, I'll never know. But Spike Dudley is never shy on delivering miraculous upsets outta nowhere. I guess they're not even really upsets when he's so reliable with them.
Graves: Vinny is beside himself. Heads are gonna roll.
Marseglia finally seems to realize that Spike and the Referee are long gone, both having escaped to the outside, so he turns his full attention back to Shibata and Ikeman. The Horror King takes his bat, hops the ropes and storms up the ramps, only to have the lights shut off again. A moment later, they come back on and the IC champ and his friend have vanished from sight.
Phillips: Looks like Shibata is borrowing some mindgames from Marseglia!
Graves: He has no idea what he's getting himself into.
Ranallo: Maybe, maybe not. But its working. Marseglia is furious... but he'll have to wait until Wrestlemania to get his hands on Shibata.
Vinny freaks out, swinging hit bat around into the guardrails and slamming it on the ramp. The camera crew tailing him run away while fans closest to the railing run for the hills. The Horror King stomps away backstage, presumably looking to square up with Shibata. Meanwhile, Dudley and the Official both slowly climb back into the ring. Spike's music hits the PA and the former champ raises his fists into the air. He heads off to the back and after a hard fought match against Vinny, Spike is walking down the hall looking exhausted from his match. Barely having time to recover or recuperate Cody runs behind him and cheap shots him laying out Spike.
Cody: You, you little bastard, always get what you want. Title shot after title shot, but nobody ever says anything. Somehow everybody else on this roster keeps their mouth shut about it, but not me. I should be the one getting all those opportunities. I’m a former World Champion dammit!
Cody then takes a pause as he looks down at Spike Dudley
Cody: I destroyed Eli Drake in my first match back into the ring and I even gave Ultramantis a run for his money, but no I don’t get anything right. What do you do to deserve all these Championship matches? Absolutely nothing!
Cody then grabs spike Dudley by his hair and Cross Rhodes him onto the floor.
Cody: Spike, you see I had this little mission in mind of finding my next victim, and its you Spike. I want to face you Spike… At Wrestle… Mania!
Cody then looks down at Spike and smirks as the looks up he notices the camera pointed in his face and he shoves it as he walks off.
In a particularly dark and shady corner of the UWF arena, UWF World's Champion walks along a row of lockers and turns a corner before finally, at long last, stumbling across the individual he has been tirelessly hunting for the better part of the past several hours. He pauses, collects himself, and then steps out of a shadow behind his prey.
JOHNNY MORRISON
DOCTOR CUBE. We meet at last. Look, man, I don't know why you'd bother making me run around this arena for the foregone conclusion of turning over that Championship, but we both know you can't defend yourself against me. Give me the damn UWF Championship. Now.
Morrison moves in on the Doctor. But then, he's suddenly attacked from behind with the UWF Championship by none other than Ultramantis Black! The Great and Devious one starts stomping down on him, Dr. Cube laughing maniacally in the background. Mantis then throws the title onto the floor and picks up Morrison. Much like last week, he hooks both of the rightful champion's arms, lifting him up into the air before spiking his head into the title with the Praying Mantis Bomb! Johnny just lays there motionless. There are no officials to help him and Ultramantis slides the title out from under him. He and Dr. Cube simply walk off, leaving Johnny there for hopefully someone to find as the show fades out.
END OF SHOW
CREDITS
Promos- Respective TT’ers
UE/Dudleyz- Dresden
Chosen Bros/Dynamic Duo- Crann
Vinny/Spike- Fauche
Rush/Cole, Mysterio/Hornswoggle- Danny
CONFIRMED FOR WRESTLEMANIA
UWF Championship
Last Man Standing
Johnny Morrison(c) vs Ultramantis Black
UWF World Tag Team Championships
Tag Team Turmoil
Intercontinental Championship
Barbed Wire Massacre
Katsuyori Shibata(c) vs. Vinny Marseglia
Television Championship
Hardcore
Tessa Blanchard(c) vs Jimmy Havoc
Adam Cole vs Velveteen Dream
Spike Dudley vs Cody Rhodes
