Post by Danny on Apr 30, 2020 16:47:20 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show!
Tom Phillips: In singles competition it’s WARHORSE and WALTER doing battle.
Corey Graves: In tag team action it’s the debuting Skull Club taking on the team of Ishii and Yano.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’s a non-title affair as Television Champion Jimmy Havoc fights Minoru Suzuki.
Mauro Ranallo: We also have Velveteen Dream versus Ultramantis Black planned.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, Monster High versus Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.
Mauro Ranallo: But first let's head down to the ring where Pac and Roman Reigns are ready to do battle!
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, and PAC comes running out from the corner only to be met with a Superman Punch! Pac falls out the ring and stumbles to his feet, Roman just stares at him nonchalantly as PAC is surprised.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! A SUPERMAN PUNCH RIGHT OUT THE GATE!
Tom Phillips: PAC is stunned!
Pac regains his bearings as he cautiously gets onto the apron. Roman gives him the space to get back in the ring, and he does. PAC once again runs at Roman and goes for a lariat but Roman ducks it and runs the ropes. On the rebound, PAC turns to face Roman and gets caught with a Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: That is a soul crushing! That's the physical embodiment of when your friend doesn't answer your texts!
Corey Graves: I know Tom can relate to that.
PAC is writhing in pain as he holds his abdomen. He lies there in the middle of the ring as Roman gets onto a knee and stares at him. He doesn't look done with PAC yet. He goes to the corner and cocks his fist. He slams it down into the mat as he waits for PAC to get to his feet. As soon as PAC is standing, Roman comes running full speed with another Spear.
Mauro Ranallo: ANOTHER ONE!
Corey Graves: He's trying to make sure PAC doesn't walk again.
Roman still isn't done. Instead he gets on top of PAC and starts ground and pounding. Laying in fist after fist, he makes sure PAC isn't going to be walking out of this arena on his own two feet. After the sixth punch, you can see blood seep from the side of PAC's eye, a bruise beginning to form. The ref comes in and separates Roman away from PAC as he checks on the wound. The ref asks if PAC can continue, and to the surprise of many PAC nods in pain that he can still go. This is enough for Roman to march back on the offense. He grabs PAC by his hair and begins laying in forearms reeling PAC into the corner. With his back pinned against a wall PAC finally gets in some offense with a wild haymaker. This sends Roman reeling back but only angers him. Roman comes running in but gets stopped by running into PAC's boot. PAC hops onto the second rope as Roman is staggering. When Roman turns around, Neville goes for a Torpedo Dropkick and hits it!
Tom Phillips: PAC is making a comePACk. Get it? It's like comeback but with--
Corey Graves: Yes, we get it, Tom!
PAC pounds the ground as he wipes the blood away from his eye. He lays in some boots into Roman to keep him down before heading to the top rope. He levels Roman before launching for the Black Arrow and connects!
Connects with Roman's knees! PAC rolls off of Roman as both men quickly get to their feet. Roman runs off the ropes and PAC goes for another wild swing but Roman again ducks it. He rebounds off the ropes and PAC turns around and goes for another swing but Roman ducks that, too! One more rebound and PAC goes for one more swing, but it gets countered with a Spear! Roman pins!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, ROMAN REIGNS!
Mauro Ranallo: Embarrassing display for PAC. I doubt we're going to see him again for awhile if at all again.
Corey Graves: Classic example of EC3 going back to one of his old toys before discarding it back to the attic.
Roman stands up and gets his hand raised by the ref as we watch PAC laid out like he's in the middle of making a snow angel. UWF goes elsewhere.
We open on a trailer in the backlot of a movie studio where Ishii is sitting there pondering life when Yano walks in.
Yano: “There you are, buddy, we have been looking all over after we took lunch. What are you doing here?”
Ishii: …
Yano: “Listen, I know you want to go throw boulders or something but remember this is what we came here to do. To be on the big screen and to have everyone in the world know our name. And that is what we are doing here. Do you remember what you told me that night we went to that local bar in Osaka?”
Ishii:...
Yano: “Right it was, ‘Yano I want everyone to know my name and face. Not just in Japan but all around the world.’ At least I think that is what you said, you were pretty drunk after thirty beers and thirty shots, I would be too. Hey we need to go over our lines for the next scene they want to shoot. Scene Five, Page Three, there it is, now Ishii ready...action.”
Ishii: …
Yano: “And Cut. Perfect Ishii that was a great line, read almost like you were born for the role of Masked Thug Number Two. Now my turn here we go.”
Yano takes a deep breath
Yano: “I oughta break a broomhandle off in your ass. Listen here Mr. President I’ve got aliens to kill and babes to hang out with. Nobody tells me what to do because I’m Du…”
Assistant Director: “Yano and Ishii, we need you both on set in two minutes.”
Yano: “Well I guess it is our time, come on Ishii”
Yano walks out
Ishii: “I don’t even like movies”
Ishii follows him as the screen goes black
The scene opens on Braun Strowman pacing back and forth in the locker room as Simon Dean enters the shot. When he does, Braun stops pacing.
Braun Strowman: Simon, I’m really sorry about what happened last week. I...
Simon puts his hand up and Braun stops talking. Simon now rests that hand on Braun’s shoulder.
Simon Dean: Let me ask you something, Braun. Do you think that the Simon System magically worked the first time I tried my hand at making nutritional supplements, healthy food, and such? Do you think that sponsors and company representatives were jumping on the bandwagon the moment I first rolled this out with a dream in my heart and a vision in my head? Of course not. There’s been a lot of failure on my journey, a lot of setbacks, and a lot of trial and error. There’s been a lot of resistance: a lot of phones hung up on me, a lot of doors slammed in my face, a lot of getting laughed out of pitch meetings and being told, ‘no’.
That’s all we’re dealing with right now is resistance and trial and error. And do you know what you do when you’re met with resistance? Do you know what you do when you fail at overcoming a trial?
Give ‘em these hands?
Well, sort of. I was going to say you keep pressing forward and you keep trying. And that’s what we’re going to do, Braun, because we’ve come too far to give up or call it a day now. I believe in you, I believe in me, so you know I believe in us as a team!
Simon gives a thumbs up and flashes his usual smile.
So you’re not angry about the loss to WALTER?
Don’t you worry about WALTER, Braun. Just be sure your eyes are in the same place mine are going to be tonight, on that ring when he wrestles WARHORSE.
What’s a WARHORSE? Is he like Mantaur?
I can’t say they aren’t related or associated in some way but what I can assure you is the next time you get out there to compete, you’re going to walk away with the win!
YEAH!
There’s a silence that follows their collective excitement.
Wait, weren’t we supposed to give WALTER that gym bag full of Simon System products?
For a countout victory? The patented Simon System is for true winners, Braun, not guys that take shortcuts. Now he gets to brag and boast that he beat the, “Monster Among Men” but you and I both know he didn’t beat anyone. But speaking of the patented Simon System, you didn’t take your pre-match protein, did you?
Was it that obvious?
You collapsed in exhaustion. You and I both know that when you take your protein, you feel energized and can crush any physical activity asked of you.
I’m sorry, Simon.
If you’re truly regretful, don’t let it happen again. Because remember, we aren’t sorry, we’re Simon System strong!
Sad funeral music is heard as the manager of Hathaway Enterprises is seen at the helm of the funeral. Tears in his eyes he wipes them away and begins speaking.
Stokely Hathaway:”Ladies and Gentlemen we are gathered here today, to acknowledge the tragic death of Bull James.”
The crowd gasp and we hear some crying sounds as Stokely just nods his head solemnly.
“Yep the death of Bull Jame’s UWF Contract, that’s what we are here for. Now please understand I didn’t want to kick him out of Hathaway Enterprises but I had no choice! WARHORSE, bested him, and embarrassed me! I don’t take kindly to embarrassment, or losers so I had to terminate our partnership and with that his contract.”
The crowd gasp as the heartlessness of Stokely.
“What!? I’m not the bad guy here! Listen it’s just survival of the fittest and let’s be honest Bull James wasn’t fit, he just wasn’t OK! It’s not a big deal, me and Mrs.James, his lovely mother, discussed this over the phone and after she yelled at me and insulted me relentlessly, I out of the kindness of my heart, gave her ten percent of my business operations.”
“Now as for the future of Hathaway Enterprises, this isn’t the end, UWF! I have an endless supply of clientele and they are chomping at the bit to get that beloved limelight! HAHA, Big Stoke is back baby! Charles hit the music!”
Stokely points to a man at the organ as he begins to play Kiss from a Rose by Seal on the organ, as Stokely badly sings the lyrics.
Brock Lesnar's music hits and the entire complexion of the arena changes. The fans express their utter disgust with Paul Heyman and his client as they both appear from behind the curtain. Paul has an expression of anger and confusion and Brock just looks pissed off. The two men make their way down to the ring although according to the card for tonight they are not even scheduled to be here. Both men enter the ring and have to pause for a few moments as the crowd boos them before speaking.
PAUL HEYMAN
Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman, and I am the advocate for the angry beast to my right, Brock Lesnar. Now I stand here tonight in quite of a confused state. It would appear to me, as well as it should to everyone else here, that a TREMENDOUS oversight has occoured. Such an egregious injustice has happened here and to be quite honest with you, I just won't have it. My client Brock Lesnar won't have it either. Therefore the show all of you people have payed excellent money for will no longer be happening, because Brock Lesnar and myself will not be leaving this ring until it is rectified. Any of you in the back are free to come out here and try to compete, but I can assure you that Brock Lesnar will surely make you wish that you had not.
Now let us rewind the clock of time just a little bit. Back to when Brock Lesnar hit the scene here. In his very first match he not only defeated that little creaton Rey Mysterio, which might I add he has technically beaten TWICE now, but he also beat Jimmy James Havoc, our resident Television Champion. I mean that match was obviously one to which we all knew Brock would win, but after the fact did nobody seem to take notice to the fact that he beat the champion? Does that not count towards a potential clash between the two? I'll save you the trouble, the answer is no. Now lets bring the clocks to last week where Brock Lesnar's team definitively defeated a team that included our World Champion John Morrison. Now for those of you keeping score, that is Brock Lesnar 2-0 versus champions here. Now what is the significance of this statistic? Clearly it bares no weight on any decision making around here, unless you are Curtis Axel.
BROCK LESNAR
You know I'm pretty fucking pissed off tonight. You know I bring my star power to a shithole like this and what do I get in return? No a god damned thing. I don't know what's in the punch over at the front office, but they need to lay off it. You clearly made a huge mistake giving a shot to someone as undeserving as Axel. I mean who the hell does this kid think he is anyways. You have done a grand total of nothing around here and you think you are the shit and get opportunities? I don't think so. As far as I'm concerned Axel you can get in line, right behind me, and if you have a problem with that then I would love for you to come out and do something about it. As a matter of fact since I'm out here and I'm not going anywhere, if there is anyone in the back that takes issue with anything I have to say, please feel free to come out and air your grievances to me...I dare you.
Fans cheer as the resident superhero Rey Mysterio. Mysterio walks down the ramp. Rey enters the ring and instead of pandering to the fans as he would Rey immedieatly stares down his rival Lesnar
Rey gets a microphone handed to him and Mysterio begins to speak
Rey Mysterio: Hey heathen.... Here is a man who has an issue with you. Here is a man who wants to settle the score with you.
Fans cheer as Rey goes and he speaks
Rey Mysterio: Brock Lesnar you have been nothing but a thorn on my side since returning. Heck you're right Brock. Although you didn't pin me. You have beaten me twice. Though Brock you've taken advatange of having other people around you to pick on. It's funny that I've been calling you a heathen when in reality I should be calling you a coward. A man whose afraid to face another man one on one. Brock I am not a coward unlike you. So that is why Brock I am issuing a challenge.
Fans gives a big pop and Rey continues to speak
Rey Mysterio: A one on one match at Backlash. Just you and me mano y mano. No Hornsweoggles, big dogs, no Jimmy Havocs. Just you and I. You know for a fact I don't play around, and you know what I represent here in the UWF. You want to prove you're a future champion here? Well why don't you try to get through the hero that once held the grandest prize high in the air. Judging by your look... I think we have an answer. Brock I'll see you at Backlash, and just remember this time there is no one else for you pick on. Coward.
Rey backs off and begins to walk away, leaving Lesnar and Heyman laughing at his offer as the show move on.
The camera flashes back to life as it shows Stacy Keibler, looking off into the distance whilst having her leg up on a portable box, dressed in her Duchess of Dudleyville Attire.. Stacy is staring and shaking her head whilst still staring.
Noises of crashing and banging can be heard in the distance. Stacy cracks her knuckles in her head. The camera finally takes the hint on what to do and it swings around, showing D-Von Dudley hitting Bubba Ray in the back with a chair. Bubba repeatedly let's out a yelp as D-Von it seems, is causing quite a bit of damage. Stacy clicks her fingers, with D-Von stopping dead in his tracks. Bubba let's out a sigh of relief as D-Von has quite the opposite look on his face. D-Von hesitantly hands the chair to Bubba whose eye's have lit up. D-Von now arches his back as Bubba swings the chair down on his back. D-Von writhes in pain, stopping the arch and holding his back whilst he makes his way towards Stacy. Stacy doesn't look impressed with this though.
D-Von Dudley: I'm not going to lie Stacy, I think we have much better ways to get ready for our TLC match at Backlash then to bash the absolute living daylights out of each other.
Stacy: You only took 1 shot from Bubba, he took 10 from you. This is the exact reason why we are doing this.
D-Von: Look Duchess, please, just bare with me for a second and go with it. What about if Bubba smacks me in the right spot and I become a vegetable. Do you expect me to climb the ladder then to grab the UWF Tag Team Titles? How would I be able to climb a ladder when I can't even climb out of a hospital bed?
Bubba: I didn't mind it, I thought it felt a little like Velvet's back rubs. I thought I was suppose to be the wuss of the partnership. Remember the crap that you gave me when I saw that horse down in Dudleyville and nearly took a Bobby Fish in my pants? You let me know about it for the next few months. Do you know what horses can do to you? They can boot you into next week and I weren't having a bar of that but no, that explanation wasn't good enough for you was it?
D-Von: Brother, it's a horse. A horse isn't even in the top 100 dangerous animals in the world, yet you would have no problem in going towards a Hippo and trying to give it a massive hug? I didn't get it.
Bubba: A Hippo is the animal that most reminds me of myself..... it's because of the silky smooth skin I reckon.
D-Von: Is that what you are going with? The silky smooth sk.........
Stacy: ENOUGH!!!!
Bubba jumps out of his skin at this. D-Von doesn't look impressed with this interruption but bites his tongue as Stacy looks towards her boys.
Bubba: Oh thank god, I thought I heard some kind of Horse of War but it was just Stacy shouting at you D-Von. Why you gotta shout for Stacy, we are right here you know?
Stacy: You want to know why I yelled. You want to know why I'm not impressed. At Wrestlemania, I thought you were ready. I had you trained perfectly on a winning streak and you came up short. Am I angry at you guys? Nope, I ain't, you were cheated by the lady that calls herself the man. Talk about taking every single step forward us powerful, independent women have taken and smashing it to dust by wanting to be a man. I'm not upset with you guys because of this reason but I am angry and disappointed in myself. I though wrong when I thought you were ready and all your training was complete so I ain't going to make the same mistake twice. I'm going to have you more ready then you have ever been, by Backlash, you will be eating those chairs for breakfast, you will be putting 'MEN' through tables in your sleep and you will be climbing those ladders like a monkey climbs a tree to get to the banana.
Bubba: I reckon if they hang a banana above the ring, we would win the match easy peasy. Any kind of food come to think of it.I'd even climb that ladder for Spike's sloops he calls dinner. I haven't had the heart to tell him but it ain't great.
Stacy: You see Bubba, this is why I know you ain't ready. You two have already mastered the Table side of the TLC, we are half way there with the Chair side but the Ladder side really worries me. Our opponents have been more then willing to point out your few extra pounds you and D-Von have around the gut area and you have been more then happy to humor them on this as well but the fact of the matter is...... I can actually see you getting a little bit too big around the waists and I am doubting whether or not the ladders will actually be able to hold your body weight when you decide to climb for those titles. I can just see it now, Bubba Ray Dudley, reaching for those beautiful UWF Tag Team Title belts with Sweet N' Sour Inc lying in a heap of table rubble and Becky Lynch pleading with D-Von to stop hitting Sami Zayn in the face with a chair.... after hitting him so many times that he has changed his hair color to proper blonde rather then strawberry blonde and he finally has a soul again. I can see it now... Bubba reaching for that title and then.... the step just snaps under the weight, you tumble down falling onto D-Von and Becky Lynch takes advantage, climbs that ladder and sneaks in the back door.... funnily enough where I'm sure she has the most fun and she takes our UWF Tag Titles away from our grasp once again and equals your..... sorry our record for UWF Tag Title reigns. Do you want this to happen? Do you want this to be our future?
D-Von: Nope.... nah.... natta chance in Vince McMahon's theme song.
Bubba: Wait, hold on a second. Kyle O'Reilly & Larry Sweeney aren't brothers or father & son whilst Becky Lynch & Zayn aren't brother, sister or brother brother or step brother & sister or Step Brother & Brother or anything like that. We are brothers... blood related brothers. All from the same place in Dudleyville, what a beautiful place. Doesn't being family mean something in UWF?
Stacy: Nope not anymore, that's the old UWF. God....
D-Von: Don't take the lords name in vein please.
Stacy: Fine......Bubba how slow are you? You have been here for a little over a few months now, surely you know how it works. Hopefully some of these chair shots making your brain tick back over into normal again.
D-Von: You do know he let it slip when he was forced to tag with Becky that he ain't really that du...........
D-Von is interrupted by a chair shot raining down on his back. Bubba swung the said chair straight into his back as he writhes around in pain on the floor. Bubba looks at Stacy who just nods and mouths good to him. Bubba picks D-Von up, whilst still holding the chair looking a little sad at what he just did. D-Von quickly snatches the chair away from Bubba and swings wildly at Bubba, just missing him as the big man has somehow manage to duck it. Bubba begins to run off with D-Von running after him swinging the chair wildly.
Stacy: VERY GOOD, NOW KEEP BASHING EACH OTHER AROUND UNTIL YOU HAVE BUILT UP AN IMMUNITY TO A CHAIR SHOT AND THEN WE WILL MOVE ONTO CLIMBING THE LADDER.
Stacy yells this down the hallway at her boys. It doesn't help Bubba as he suddenly stops again.
Bubba: There is that horse again. Does that mean War is coming?
This sudden pause and sentence has given D-Von enough time to swing the chair and hit Bubba square between the eyes. He goes down like Bubba's favorite sack.... a sack of potatoes. D-Von stands over him mouthing words to him as Stacy just looks on, mouthing that had to hurt.
Stacy: JUST MAKE SURE YOU ARE BACK SO WE CAN SCOUT SWEET N' SOUR INC IN THE MAIN EVENT TONIGHT, OKAY?
Stacy yells this last bit as D-Von gives her the thumbs up whilst standing over Bubba with Bubba raising his fist in the air while he is on his back. Stacy nods her head as she walks off into the opposite direction as the camera shoots to another place in the arena.
Herren und damen...
Das Folgende ist eine Ankündigung von der Ringgeneral WALTER.
Guten abend! Mein name ist WALTER und ich spreche mit Ihnen von UWF.
Tonight, I am going to continue my journey, my path to turn this esteemed sport back to it's old routes. Last week I explained my purpose but yet, so few people have got the grasp of this idea. So I found another reason and another way to explain myself. Radio. You see, radio is one of the first devices that enabled communication. First there was telegraph, then there was telephone. Then come the radio, this device enabled people to gather information, listen important news. But that was for ordinary folk. This device was also used for much more important purposes, like in military during the times of war. The swift German advance in World War 2 was due to this machine, as they were able to communicate. The English interception of codes were also got a lot of help from this. And tonight, this device is enabling me to talk to you, directly. I do not hear you but I feel those who are with me in this battle for my cause. I don't hear you but I feel you. Just like you don't see me now but you hear me and say "This guy is right he is telling the truth". But sometimes, communication is not enough. Sometimes something more is needed. When there is nothing to discuss, when people are not willing to listen or incapable of understanding... Then comes the time for action.
And tonight there will be action. I am going to compete against a man called WARHORSE. It is funny, I never disrespect a true wrestler in that sacred ring. No matter what their mentality is, if they are good in that ring and if they have respect for this sport, I respect them back. No matter what the relationship we have between us. But the problem is, tonight my opponent is not a respectful man. He is not a man of honor. He has no dignity. He is a man to get rid of and I will do that. He is just some Punk who needs to be taken out of this league. Not only this league but any wrestling league. You may not be talented but if you work enough and respect this sport, you belong to some part of it. Lower ranks, higher ranks... Doesn't matter. If you are a "wrestler" you are welcome to me, you are welcome to step on that sacred mat. But if you are talented and also a scum just like WARHORSE, then you have no place in this sport, especially in the league that I am in!
See WARHORSE, I don't respect you. Why should I? You see that ring as a field for your entertainment. Like your ludicrous podcasts. That is okay for entertainment but this sport is no game, it's no toy. It's a competition, a competition no where to be seen. A competition beyond to be matched. Premier League, Champions League, NHL, NFL, NBA all pale in comparison to professional wrestling! And for many years, thanks to people like you, this name was hidden like it was something to be ashamed of. It was hidden for the sake of branding! It was hidden and replaced by "sports entertainment". Pity. You are entertained by a man's work? A work that was built on for decades! Do you get entertained by a man bleeding or giving his all and failing? Do you get entertained from a man getting injured while competing in this ring? If you are, then you need some manners to be thought. And if you don't but you prefer pancakes, podcasts, stupid trash talks instead of proper competition, then you need to check your preferences and learn what this sport is all about. It is not about a fight over an object or retrieving that object from high above. No, all those are the things that put shame on this sport. You know what this sport is all about? Being the better man. Better than your opponent, better than rest of the locker room, better than wrestlers in other leagues and even better than yourself!
Because what you need to understand that you need to get better to achieve further accomplishments. Now that I am not into glory, prestige or even being a champion. Those are the titles bestowed by other people. I want to bestow something to myself and to this sport. I want to show myself that my current version is better than the previous one and the future version is better than my current one. Doing this, you can achieve anything. Fame, glory, championships... Those are the prizes. I am not after prizes, if I have them, fine, wunderbar! I will have it and defend it to my last bit of strength. But if I don't not a problem, if I am getting better day by day then it means I have self-respect. It means I have respect for that sport. And by doing that, I will prove myself, not to other people, not to the other wrestlers or people in high positions. No. I will prove myself, my worth to me! Because as I said, it is all that matters. I will show respect to this sport and by doing this I will beat everyone, every time! Then? Then they will understand what to do in order to fulfill their desires. They want to be champion? Respect this sport. You want to gain prestige? Respect to this sport. You want to be the best? Then be the best version of yourself, every second and show respect to this sport!
And if you don't... I will make you show respect! I will teach you a lesson to be taught. I will show you a humiliation, seen never before and make you so work so hard in order to gain your self-esteem back. Und ich schwöre darauf! Für Wrestling. Mit Ehre.
The radio sound cuts off and WALTER is off air.
Revolution cuts back from commercial to the commentary team.
Mauro Ranallo: Earlier this week, Dream had a reality check from his manager Lio Rush. Take a look...
The feed cuts to earlier this week with Dream and Lio in the ring from their confrontation with Black.
Lio seems to take the lead on this one. He rubs his face as he paces before speaking to the crowd.
Lio Rush: The Velveteen Dream is a name that should bring fond memories. When people think of the Velveteen Dream they're supposed to think of a man who has done it all: conquered foes, destroy his enemies, win titles, and steal the hearts of many... But as of late... that hasn't been the case.
Lio sighs as he continues, this time, facing Dream.
Lio Rush: Something needs to change, Dream. I'm not one to tell you how to conduct yourself in the ring or what to do, but maybe it's time that I start helping you. Instead of me being your prodigy who sits in the back, let me be out here for that support. If I'm supposed to be the next big thing following you, well you're leading yourself down a hole in which you can't get out of. You're reaching a rut. You're getting complacent. This isn't 2018 no more, Dream. Cole said it all too well, and I hate to have to agree with him, but you need to adapt. Look at Cole! Look at the upcoming superstars. There's a surge of people coming, and they're all trying to reach the top just like you--me included. There's going to come a time when you will pass the torch over to me, is this how you want people to remember you? A disgruntled vet who's lost his edge? I--
Dream snatches the mic from Lio as he stares down at the ground pacing around. Lio with a concerned look on his face.
Velveteen Dream: You're right.
Dream puts the mic to his forehead as he contemplates what to say next.
Velveteen Dream: As the Dream's prodigy, the Dream hasn't been fair to you. The Dream tossed you to the sidelines because the Dream felt like he needed to prove that he still had what it takes. I don't know if the Dream is still suffering from that coma or had withered away from being in that hospital bed for months, but the Dream is now the one facing the five stages of D.R.E.A.M; Denial. Rage. Embarrassment. Apprehension. Misery... And the misery is truly setting in. The Dream should be thriving but instead the Dream has become no better than being enhancement talent to the rest of the roster. And now the Dream has a target on his back known as Minoru Suzuki, and the Dream cannot face Suzuki in this state. The Velveteen Dream needs to get back into his groove and wake up from this nightmare he has been placed in. The Dream needs to stop talking the talk, and start walking the walk.
Dream nods to himself as he looks at Lio.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream will prove why you should be my prodigy.
Dream then looks back to the crowd.
Velveteen Dream: The experience is not done yet--no. The Dream is just getting started. If the Dream wants to get the UWF title and finally say "the Dream is truly on top" then I'm going to have to start making the changes necessary to get back there. And by beating the former champion and former contender, that'll be enough to put the Dream back into the rankings and getting Mr Carter eyes back on the Velveteen Dream's package. But Mr Carter, the Dream's eyes are up here...
Dream looks at the hard cam pointing to his eyes as he gives the camera an unrelenting stare.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream is no longer playing Mr Nice Guy. The Dream is done finishing last. The Dream will no longer be holding himself back, the only person who's going to try to attempt to once again put the Dream down is you Mr Carter, but to no avail. Cole may have deterred the Dream, but he isn't going to stop me. Ultramantis isn't going to stop me. And Minoru Suzuki CERTAINLY is not going to stop the Velveteen Dream Experience! For everyone in the back...
IT'S DREAM OVER!
Lio Rush: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
Rush says off mic. Rush is hyped as Dream keeps his gaze on the camera...
Lio Rush: The Velveteen Dream is a name that should bring fond memories. When people think of the Velveteen Dream they're supposed to think of a man who has done it all: conquered foes, destroy his enemies, win titles, and steal the hearts of many... But as of late... that hasn't been the case.
Lio sighs as he continues, this time, facing Dream.
Lio Rush: Something needs to change, Dream. I'm not one to tell you how to conduct yourself in the ring or what to do, but maybe it's time that I start helping you. Instead of me being your prodigy who sits in the back, let me be out here for that support. If I'm supposed to be the next big thing following you, well you're leading yourself down a hole in which you can't get out of. You're reaching a rut. You're getting complacent. This isn't 2018 no more, Dream. Cole said it all too well, and I hate to have to agree with him, but you need to adapt. Look at Cole! Look at the upcoming superstars. There's a surge of people coming, and they're all trying to reach the top just like you--me included. There's going to come a time when you will pass the torch over to me, is this how you want people to remember you? A disgruntled vet who's lost his edge? I--
Dream snatches the mic from Lio as he stares down at the ground pacing around. Lio with a concerned look on his face.
Velveteen Dream: You're right.
Dream puts the mic to his forehead as he contemplates what to say next.
Velveteen Dream: As the Dream's prodigy, the Dream hasn't been fair to you. The Dream tossed you to the sidelines because the Dream felt like he needed to prove that he still had what it takes. I don't know if the Dream is still suffering from that coma or had withered away from being in that hospital bed for months, but the Dream is now the one facing the five stages of D.R.E.A.M; Denial. Rage. Embarrassment. Apprehension. Misery... And the misery is truly setting in. The Dream should be thriving but instead the Dream has become no better than being enhancement talent to the rest of the roster. And now the Dream has a target on his back known as Minoru Suzuki, and the Dream cannot face Suzuki in this state. The Velveteen Dream needs to get back into his groove and wake up from this nightmare he has been placed in. The Dream needs to stop talking the talk, and start walking the walk.
Dream nods to himself as he looks at Lio.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream will prove why you should be my prodigy.
Dream then looks back to the crowd.
Velveteen Dream: The experience is not done yet--no. The Dream is just getting started. If the Dream wants to get the UWF title and finally say "the Dream is truly on top" then I'm going to have to start making the changes necessary to get back there. And by beating the former champion and former contender, that'll be enough to put the Dream back into the rankings and getting Mr Carter eyes back on the Velveteen Dream's package. But Mr Carter, the Dream's eyes are up here...
Dream looks at the hard cam pointing to his eyes as he gives the camera an unrelenting stare.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream is no longer playing Mr Nice Guy. The Dream is done finishing last. The Dream will no longer be holding himself back, the only person who's going to try to attempt to once again put the Dream down is you Mr Carter, but to no avail. Cole may have deterred the Dream, but he isn't going to stop me. Ultramantis isn't going to stop me. And Minoru Suzuki CERTAINLY is not going to stop the Velveteen Dream Experience! For everyone in the back...
IT'S DREAM OVER!
Lio Rush: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
Rush says off mic. Rush is hyped as Dream keeps his gaze on the camera...
Mauro Ranallo: Dream is planning on some major changes on how he goes about things, and the way he was talking is making it sound he's going to revert to him old self. I don't like it, how about you guys?
Corey Graves: Velveteen Dream, some would say, peaked back when he had that more aggressive, less humble side. In my opinion, that's exactly what he needs back. He's lost that edge that took him to the top and if he wants to finally win the UWF championship, that's what he needs. We saw him reverting back at first in his return and it took him far in the Aztec Warfare match, but unfortunately, his feud with Adam Cole made him feel the need to be the hero everyone needs. Some people aren't meant for good. Selflessness doesn't get you anywhere in this company. It's all about pushing others out the way to get to the top.
Tom Phillips: I got to disagree with that. We seen Dream reach big heights when he showed a good side. He won the Intercontinental title from Rude--
Corey Graves: To counteract that point, let's sum up what happened shortly after... Hmm... That's right, he got taken out of commission by the wrestlers who had that mean streak. And he continues to lose to the wrestlers with mean streaks. Cole being the most recent example!
Mauro Ranallo: Look, you two can discuss this later because we still gotta continue with this amazing show!
Both Steve Austin and Finn Balor comes out as Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck starts playing. They both look at each other as they nod and they look at the crowd. Finn Balor finger guns into the air as he smirk and he puts it down while Stone Cold is trash talking to the crowd. Then they both walk down the entrance ramp and they both climb the steel steps on opposite side. Then Finn Balor walk along the ring as he stops and he turns around to face the crowd. He leans across the ropes s he walk toward the turnbuckle and he climbs it. He strike a pose as he spreads both of his arms out while Stone Cold does his usual ring walk in the ring. Stone Cold trash talk as he goes up the turnbuckle and raises both of his arms into the air. Then he climbs down and he does the same thing until he finished posing on all the turnbuckles. Then they both walk toward their corner of the ring as they wait silently for their opponents to come out.
Tony Chimel: “The following contest is a tag team match! Already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 387 lbs, Steve Austin and Finn Balor, The Skull Club!”
As the music start to play, Yano comes out holding his DVD and asking every fan in attendance to buy it from him. While Ishii is walking behind him with no emotion on his face. As Ishii gets into the ring, Yano goes around ringside still trying to sell the DVD to someone.
Tony Chimel: "Introducing first, currently in the ring, from Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, The Stone Pitbull, Tomohiro Ishii."
Ishii goes to to the comer to stretch Yano gets into the ring and tries to sell the DVD to Chimel. When that fails he hands Chimel a piece of paper and instructs him to read it.
Tony Chimel: "And his partner, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 253 lbs, he currently has a copy of his newest DVD 'Yano and Ishii Teach the ABCs' that you can buy for the low price of $29.99, that you can also find at the merchandise stand or in Yano's car after the show, Toru Yano."
Yano holds up the DVD and goes to Ishii in the corner and get ready for the match.
DING DING DING!
As the bell sounds, Toru Yano decides to start in the ring without really consulting Ishii, just giving him a thumbs up as Ishii leaves the ring. Meanwhile, Balor opts to start for his team. The two meet in the middle of the ring, and Yano outstretches his hand for a handshake. Balor, albeit skeptical about it, takes the supposed sign of respect but is instead pulled in by Yano for a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
...NO!
Corey Graves: ”Are you kidding me Balor?! You almost lost to that!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Toru Yano truly is a tricky character in that ring, Corey, and The Skull Club are going to have to learn that real quick.”
Both men stand up with Balor trying to yell at Yano, but it is overshadowed with cries of ”IT JOKE! IT WAS JOKE!”. Fed up with it, Balor immediately goes on the offensive and attacks Yano with a forearm to the face, and then a second and a third. Yano, backed up to the ropes, goes for a strike but the arm is grabbed by Finn and he is shot off the ropes before running right into a knife edge chop from Balor which knocks down Yano. He quickly drags him over to his side of the ring and tags in Austin, the two putting the boots to him before Finn is forced to leave the ring, Austin just continuing to batter Yano with stomp after stomp, only bringing Yano to his feet to deliver a hard right hand to the head and knock him down again. He tries to recover using the ropes, bringing himself to his knees but is struck right back down to the mat after Austin connects with a body guillotine! Dragging him off the ropes, Austin goes for a cover.
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
..NO!
Yano kicks out just in time, and Austin wastes no time continuing the punishment, bringing him up to his feet and beginning to brawl once more, beating him to the corner with rights and lefts, wild haymakers connecting and only furthering the damage to Toru Yano.
Mauro Ranallo: “It seems the Suko Naru Dai Dorobo is in a world of trouble here!”
Corey Graves: “The Suko...Nairyu...what?!”
Tom Phillips: “The Sublime Master Thief, Corey.”
Corey Graves: “Wh...Why do you two know what that is?!”
Tom Phillips: “Isn’t that a part of being a commentator?”
Corey Graves: “Well it’s also part of announcing to call the action and right now all I am seeing is the Texas Rattlesnake opening a can of whoop ass!”
That Corey is right about, as Austin is continuing to just pummel Yano, now stomping a mudhole into the “movie star” and walking it dry. Just as it seems Austin is ready to let up, he turns his head around to see Yano making some movement. Almost as if to test him, he takes a step back and allows the man to his feet, but that turns out to be a mistake as Yano turns around and begins trying to remove the turnbuckle pad!
Corey Graves: “NOT AGAIN!”
The referee walks over to warn Yano about what he’s doing, but Austin is pissed that his opponent would resort to such cheap tactics. He may be a rattlesnake but he ain’t no coward, so he walks over to the corner and shoves the referee aside, knocking him down in the process-LOW BLOW! A LOW BLOW FROM TORU YANO! AND THE REFEREE DIDN’T SEE IT!
Corey Graves: “DISQUALIFY THAT MAN! HE HAS ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!”
Tom Phillips: “It was Austin’s own fault for walking over there and shoving the referee! You never lay your hands on an official and Stone Cold got what was coming to him!”
Mauro Ranallo: “MAMA MIA! JUST LIKE IN THEIR DVD “Yano and Ishii Go to Mexico”, THE TABLES HAVE TURNED IN THE FAVOR OF THE BINWAN PRODUCER!”
Yano, in his brilliance, shrugs as the referee gets up and asks what happened, and instead tags in Tomohiro Ishii! While Austin is barely getting up from the low blow, the Stone Pitbull comes rushing into the ring and runs him over like a mack truck, sending him careening right into his corner where Finn Balor tags himself in. It is to no avail though as he runs straight into a lariat from Ishii that knocks him completely silly. Knowing that this is his chance, he brings Balor into the corner and lifts him up. With Austin out for the count seemingly, he is unable to stop Tomohiro from lifting Balor up to the top turnbuckle and climbing up after him, bringing him up for a superplex….but not falling.
Tom Phillips: “God, the power of the Stone Pitbull!”
Corey Graves: “Come on Austin you’ve taken worse, just hit him, pull him off the rope, something!”
While the two commentators are bickering, you can hear Mauro counting the seconds of the suplex softly, not trying to be vocal about it, and only stopping as he sees Ishii finally fall back, dropping Finn hard on the mat with the superplex.
Mauro Ranallo: “Thirteen seconds! Ishii held a near 200 pound man in the air for thirteen seconds while staying on the middle rope! How the hell can any man be that strong?!”
But Ishii isn’t done there, no. Ishii rolls backwards and stands up, keeping his arm hooked around Balor who seems woozy from the blood rushing to his head, and it is only getting worse as Ishii brings him to his feet again and lifts him for a suplex once more! This time, it is a shorter length of being airborne but an even harsher landing, as Balor is dropped right on his head and neck with a Brainbuster! Ishii looks over to his corner, and sees Yano starting to get up, and he walks over and makes the tag to Yano before chucking him over top of Balor and exiting the ring to continue beating Austin down! Confused, the referee moves to make the count.
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
.....THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, TORU YANO AND TOMOHIRO ISHII!”
With a shocked look on his face, Toru Yano gets to his feet to have his hand raised by the referee, Ishii getting into the ring and joining his partner. The celebrating is short-lived however, as Yano leaves the ring and grabs his DVD, finding a man in the front row holding out $30. Yano, seeming shocked, asks about the DVD and the man agrees, taking the DVD and giving Yano the $30!
Tom Phillips: “He did it! Yano has won over some believers in the crowd, he even sold a DVD to a lucky front row fan!”
Corey Graves: “The idiocracy is spreading…”
Mauro Ranallo: “A win both in and out of the ring tonight for Toru Yano, thanks to that near-superhuman strength of the Stone Pitbull!”
Yano begins celebrating the sale more than the victory, running to his partner and hugging him as the two leave up the ramp, Yano screaming about getting $30 while Ishii remains silent as ever, the cameras going elsewhere soon after...
THIS RULES ASS
THAT RULES ASS
WARHORSE
RULES
ASS
THE VIDEO FORM OF THE WARHORSE’S PODCAST BOOTS IT’S ASS UP LIKE A CHICK-FIL-A EMPLOYEE WHO HAS AN ATHEIST PRESENT. THE WARHORSE IS SITTING AT HIS DESK WITH A PRETTY DISGRUNTLED EXPRESSION, HE ISN’T THAT HAPPY ABOUT CONDUCTING THIS WEEK’S EPISODE.
WARHORSE: WHAT’S GODDAMN FUCKING GOOD PEOPLE, THE WARHORSE IS HERE FOR THE THIRD EPISODE OF THE ASS RULIN PODCAST. NORMALLY THINGS ARE THIRD TIME LUCKY, THE BEST EDITION FROM THERE BUT WELL, WE ARE POSED WITH THIS WEEK’S EPISODE. DUE TO A CERTAIN SOMEONE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED, WE HAVE HAD OUR GUEST NOT SHOW TO THE PODCAST.
WARHORSE CLICKS THE BOO SOUND EFFECT SINCE HE DOESN’T HAVE A LIVE AUDIENCE AND HE ASSUMES THEY WOULD.
I KNOW, THE WARHORSE KNOWS. NEVERTHELESS, THE WARHORSE NEEDED TO HAVE SOMEONE ON, AS THE WARHORSE RECOGNISED HOW HORSE SHIT THE FIRST EPISODE WAS, SO… REX. REX IS ON TODAY. I WOULD ASK HOW YOU’RE DOING BUT FRANKLY YOUR ASS DOESN’T DESERVE THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT.
rex: oh don’t worry I’m fine-
WARHORSE: I TOLD YOU I DON’T GIVE A SHIT BOY, GODDAMN… YOU’RE FILLER AND YOU SHOULD KNOW IT, BROTHER. LAST WEEK, YOU TRIED TO EMBARRASS MY ASS IN FRONT OF MY GUEST, LIO RUSH. I AIN’T HAPPY WITH YOU BROTHER.
rex: shut up you wh-
WARHORSE: SHUT YOUR DORK ASS MOUTH, SHIT FOR BRAINS NOBODY GIVES A SHIT. FRANKLY, THE WARHORSE STRUGGLED TO EVEN GET A GUEST LAST WEEK, HE DIDN’T EVEN GET DREAM AS I BOOKED, AND THEN YOU COME OUT AND DO THAT SHIT BROTHER. UNACCEPTABLE.
rex: hey I got a beer thrown at me man, give me more credit.
WARHORSE: SHOULDA CAUGHT IT LIKE STONE COLD THEN YOU BASTARD. REX WE’RE TWO MINUTES IN AND I ALREADY WANT TO WRING YOUR SCRAWNEY ASS NECK. YOU DESERVED IT AND YOU KNOW IT, DON’T EVEN START TO COMPLAIN. ANYWAY, THE WARHORSE IS DOING A PODCAST NOT TRYING TO BASH YOU FOR A WHOLE HALF AN HOUR OR SOMETHING, GET SOMETHING IN… TELL US ABOUT YOU.
rex: well, y’know what, you said some mean things about me, but I believe in myself. and my momma raised me to have confidence, and my brothers taught me how to fight, and I just feel good.
WARHORSE: AND?
rex: and you a bitchass #$??*
WARHORSE: HEY-
THE SCENE OPENS TO SEE REX KNOCKED OUT AT HIS CHAIR
WARHORSE: AND WE’RE BACK WITHOUT REX, AFTER HIS VERY DECISIVE WORDS ON THE WARHORSE, WE DO NOT TOLERATE THAT TYPE OF LANGUAGE ON THE ASS RULIN PODCAST LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OH NO. WE DO NOT. SINCE WE HAVE AXED THE EVER SO FAMOUS SEGMENT OF THE PODCAST WHERE WE HIT THE WHEEL, WE ARE GONNA BE HITTING NOT JUST ONE BUT TWO NEW SEGMENTS! ONE IS GONNA BE TALKING MY THOUGHTS ON A RANDOM MEMBER OF THE ROSTER, ONE IS GONNA BE TALKING ABOUT THE EVENTFUL REVOLUTION WE HAVE THIS WEEK AND SOME GENERAL THOUGHTS WHICH WE’LL BE HITTING INTO NOW.
THE WARHORSE SEES THAT THERE IS LIKELY TO BE A LOT OF ONE SIDED MATCHES THIS WEEK. A LOT OF DOMINANT COMPETITORS HAVE BEEN THROWN AGAINST, WELL LET’S JUST SAY WEAKER COMPETITORS. ONE MATCH I HAVE NO DOUBT MAY BE PRETTY CLOSE IS OUR PRE-MAIN EVENT MATCHUP OF DREAM AND SUZUKI. THOSE SUCKERS ARE SOME DANG FINE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS I TELL YOU THAT BROTHER.
WARHORSE TAKES A SWIG FROM A BEER WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT HAS COME FROM. CAN WARHORSE SUMMON BEERS?
THAT SEGWAYS PRETTY WELL TO OUR NEXT SEGMENT. MAN THIS SHOW FUCKING SUCKS WHY DO YOU TUNE IN? NEVERMIND THAT FOR NOW, MINORU SUZUKI. HE’S IMPRESSED ME, BROTHER, HE’S A HELL OF A WORKER AND I’M GLAD WE HAVE HIM UNDER OUR ROSTER HONESTLY BROTHER. RULES ASS, NO LIE. WHETHER HE’S GOT DREAM’S NUMBER OR NOT, IT’S STILL YET TO BE SEEN, BUT I’M SURE HE’LL GIVE HIM WHAT HE’S GOT.
WARHORSE TAKES ANOTHER SWIG BECAUSE THE MAN IS GODDAMN THIRSTY, YA DIG BITCH?
I’LL LEAVE OFF SOME THOUGHTS FOR MY OPPONENT ON REVOLUTION I GUESS. THICKY POP WALTS. I AIN’T REALLY GOT A WHOLE LOT OF RESPECT FOR THE MAN, I PROBABLY NEVER WILL BECAUSE THE MAN TAKES THIS WHOLE BUSINESS WAY TO SERIOUSLY MAN. HE’LL GET BURNT OUT IN ABOUT 6 MONTHS, SUDDENLY LOSE A MATCH AND DISAPPEAR FROM ALL PUBLIC SIGHT.
SEEMS TO HAPPEN A LOT AROUND HERE, WITH PEOPLE GETTING SIGNED, AND JUST DROPPING OFF THE RAILS. THE WARHORSE PROMISES YOU THIS, BROTHER, I’VE ONLY JUST STARTED RULIN’ ASS, I’VE GOT A LOT MORE TO RULE BROTHER. ONLY WAY IS UP BUBBA. ANYWAY, THAT BRINGS US TO THE END OF THIS SESSION, RULED ASS TALKING TO WHOEVER LISTENS TO THIS, BLESS. TIL’ NEXT TIME.
WARHORSE WRAPS IT UP AND WE CUT OFF FROM WARHORSE’S PODCAST.
The scene opens inside of a house, this one and the one shown two weeks ago during the drunken ramblings of a few friends being one in the same. This time around, rather than some dirty "refurbished" basement, it is a much more decorated room. One that seems more pleasant to look at for longer than two minutes without growing too bored. The walls are colored a calming blue, perhaps cerulean or midnight based on its shade while the flooring is carpeted with a much more basic, brown-ish color to contrast. The TV mounted on the wall plays some long forgotten NFL game of the mid-90s, the audio barely there and the picture too blurry to tell who is facing who. That doesn't matter though, as the camera pans to the right both to get the television out-of-frame and to showcase the true subject of the scene: Curtis Axel.
Curtis Axel: "To be a champion. It is the one thing I haven't managed to do in my career. Oh sure I could ride the coattails of my family's legacy and proudly display seven different titles across five different promotions of the 80s and 90s and claim that their success will mean my success is guaranteed, but that is not how perfection is created. That is how men who lack the morale to get out of their families shadows make up for their lack of fame and glory. It is how frauds hide from the cold, hard facts that they are completely out of their mind to still be wrestling. After all, it is a big talking point to bring up someone's family lineage. Some people even go as far as to say that being a 2nd or 3rd generational wrestler makes them better than everyone else. And then there's the comparisons, the online reporters calling wrestlers 'bad apples' or failures just because they couldn't live up to the hype those same reporters generated upon debut because of the so-called legacy left by their family."
"I was nearly the same way, back when I had debuted. I was young, I was fresh, I was excited to live up to daddy's name. To be Mr. Perfect Jr, to be known to the wrestling world as Curtis Hennig! But that faded real fast, because there is one thing that the world of wrestling does not waste time on: frauds. Frauds like The Velveteen Dream, who throw up smoke and mirrors and all the lights, glitz and glamor in the known universe to try and give the wrestling world the ol' razzle dazzle. The actors who pretend to have a clue about what wrestling truly is about while they prance around, letting ego go unchecked like Antonio Brown and proclaiming themselves as better than Perfection when they are almost the farthest from it."
"But then you get to the worst kind of frauds. The only thing worse than a fraud in wrestling is a lucky fraud, because all that luck means is that they are given pity from lady luck and turn it into tall tales of success, riches and glory! One such example being Jimmy Havoc. Jimmy, I hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate the way that you walk, believing yourself to be better than others simply due to you not once but twice lucking into becoming the UWF Television Champion. I hate the way that you talk down to men far above your league because of that title around your waist bringing nothing but entitlement and feelings of contentment. I hate the way you try and sound like you are the one in control of the game when you really are nothing but a pawn. But what I really hate about you...is that you think you are better than Perfection."
Axel shakes his head.
"You think that because to your untrained eye that my match with warhorse was merely 'good' that you are better than me. You think because you offered me a chance at your championship that all of a sudden I am going to crack under the pressure, that the chains which at one time bound me will jolt back to life and lock me away once more. But those chains haven't moved in years, and they never will again. Come Backlash, when it is us two coming face-to-face in that ring, it will not be pretty. It will not be a 6-Star classic, it will not be a match of the year candidate, but it will be a match. It will be a match that exposes you for being the fraud that you are, a 'Deathmatch Worker' way out of your depth yet too afraid to admit it, and it will be utterly Perfect to watch you try your heart out to beat me, to try over and over to keep me down but just coming up shy...and then the heartbreak setting in when you awaken to find yourself staring at the lights while the gold that once was yours now belongs to a man much, much better than you could ever hope to be."
Axel smiles, before then raising a shot glass to the camera.
"So consider your little challenge accepted, Jimmy Havoc. I hope that you have enjoyed your time as champion because come Backlash...you are going to see the Resurrection of Perfection first-hand. Hope this next week is as 'interesting' as you said it would be, I'd rather my frauds not turn out to also be liars."
Downing the shot, Axel gives a small wink to the camera as it fades out.
The following was shot last week and because of a production error wasn't aired and is instead aired now, our sincerest apologies to the affected
We're in Revolution, UWF's premier show, everything is perfect, no action going on in the ring right now so there must be something on the titantron right? you damn right, but there's nothing playing
Hello UWF
The familiar voice of El Desperado suddenly plays, he soon appears on the titantron sitting in a room backstage, in all of his masked glory
El Desperado: As you all saw the master, the god of pro wrestling, Minoru Suzuki came back last week, strangling the Velveteen Dream and he's back to in-ring action this week where he'll carry 2 other men to victory over the current UWF champion and the rest of the goons in the match but you already know that I'm here just to reassure you that my guitar, my beautiful singing voice and I are back, but that's not the only reason you're here, I wanted you here so I could show all the fat, lazy, ugly and bad singers that fill the UWF crowd what true love it when I surprise the light of my life, Kyle, with a serenade, come.
Oh how sweet, wait what did he say about them? never mind it's for love, Despy wraps the guitar around his shoulder and exits the room, he roams around backstage when he finally spots Kyle around a corner, drinking from one of the several Gatorade fountains that were just installed, packing sugars before his match, smart idea.
Oh here he is, stay here.
The camera does as instructed and Despy is off, he sneaks behind Kyle and smacks him hard right across the bottom...
The startled Kyle turns around frantically karate chopping everything around him but Kyle taught Despy some moves before their wedding and he's able to evade most blows before catching Kyle's hand pre-chop and quickly seizing the moment to give him the biggest kiss ever seen on UWF programming, only when his lips touch the warm, succulent lips of his lost husband Kyle realizes what's happening and relaxes, the kiss lasts for no less than 2 minutes and when Despy lets go, Kyle has no words
I'm here Kylie Bunny, I'm back my love, there's nothing I missed more in this world than your touch, your body, your face, your scent
Despy takes a deep sniff of the air around him
Ahhh, Gatorade and sweaty karate mats, oh that's good, oh yeah.
Despy is enjoying Kyle's touch and smell, some would say he's enjoying it too much but they know nothing about love
KOR: Oh my gosh, Despy. It's so... I can't... it's just...
Desperado shushes Kyle, sensually placing a finger over his lips for taking his hand away to strum a romantic chord on guitar - the seductively Hispanic E7 which of course leads the way into a sexy Am Bossa Nova. Kyle is mesmerized by the progression. The sultry tones woo him. He's soaking wet. But all that water loss makes the Gatorade kick in faster, and once the G Lightning bolt strikes, there's no turning back. Now O'Reilly is in full-on athlete zone mode. His focus focuses. His eyes sharpen. And all of a sudden, he needs some answers! He grabs Despy's hands, cutting off the groove.
KO'R: Wait wait wait... just... waist a sec... where the heck have you even been? I haven't seen you in months? Were you even in the country? I wanted you to meet Mark. He's my new friend. Or was. He's gone now too. Wait... MARK! He got beat up by the Undisputed Era and then I needed a partner for Wrestlemania and I called and I texted and I even sent like a carrier pigeon or maybe it was just a normal pigeon from the park but I don't know how you're supposed to tell the difference but that's not even the point. The point is... where did you go? I missed you. I need you... no...
Kyle's voice cracks with a heartbreaking, quiet half-sob.
KO'R: I needed you.
I.. I'm sorry Kyle, I made a mistake, I, I'm here now, we can continue where we left off, we still love each other, I'm here now, we.. we can can fix this.
Silence
KO'R: Okay... umm.... well... let's - can we talk later? I have this match tonight. I gotta get ready for it.
Kyle turns to leave but Despy grabs him, spins him around and plants a dry, desperate kiss on his semi-chapped lips. A part of the Diabetic Dragon just wants to stay there in that moment for all the rest of time. But he can't. There's still so much to say. So much to find out. And before that, his match. So without another word, O'Reilly backs away from the smooch and walks down the hall, leaving Desperado and his guitar standing there under the dim, backstage lights. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
RAINING BLOOD BY SLAYER HITS THE PA LIKE A SACK OF OLD BRICKS AS THE CROWD ANTICIPATE THE ARRIVAL OF THE HEAVY METAL GOD KNOWN AS WARHORSE, THE DISTORTION OF THE INTRO CATCHES EVERYONE OFF GUARD, AS THE MAIN RIFF BEGINS TO HIT THROUGH THE PA, AND WARHORSE COMES THROUGH THE CURTAIN WITH HIS SLEEVELESS JEAN JACKET ON, AND ATTIRE READY TO RULE SOME ASS. HE HEAD-BANGS ON THE TOP OF THE RAMP, AS DOES THE CROWD BECAUSE THEY KNOW THIS IS ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN TO CHINATOWN SINCE WARHORSE IS HERE.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!
CHIMEL DOESN'T GET WARHORSE'S VIBE HE NEVER WILL BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RULE ASS AND PROBABLY NEVER LISTENS TO METAL. HE WON'T GET IT. WARHORSE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH RAW HORSEPOWER, CIRCLING THE RING, AND THEN SLIDING ONTO THE APRON, CLIMBING UP QUICKLY AND GETTING RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE FOR ALL TO SEE WARHORSE. HE BANGS HIS HEAD, AS DOES THE CROWD AGAIN. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH ASS THIS RULES, AND HOW MUCH HE'S ABOUT TO RULE. WATCH YO' AUNTIE JIMMY.
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
Dvorak's astonishing piece"Symphony 9" is heard through the arena, which means one thing: WALTER! Fans start to hum along WALTER'S theme but he seems not to care about all this fun, as he stands at the stage, looking around without any emotions in his eyes or at his face. He gathers his hands together at his back and strikes a pose.
Tony Chimel: Making his way from Österreich, Wien, weighing in at 140 pounds, he is "Der Ringgeneral" WALTER!
WALTER slowly walks down the ramp as Chimel announces this monster of a man. As his theme starts to slow down, WALTER makes his way up to the apron. He stops at the apron, turns to the fans and gazes the arena slowly, carefully. He gets inside, stops in the middle of the ring and strikes a pose as his theme once again gets excited and faster. Then he takes his coat off, gets ready for his opponent.
DING DING DING!
Corey Graves: Did Chimel really just say that WALTER weights 140 pounds? I have a hard time believing that, he's fat!
Mauro Ranallo: It's what's written on the notes that he's been given by the management, it's probably a mistake but not by his fault.
Tom Phillips: SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS THE POWER DYNAMIC IN THIS MATCH IS BETWEEN THE 4000 POUNDS OF RAW HEAVY METAL IN WARHORSE VS WALTER'S WEAK ASS 140 POUNDS.
Corey Graves: Ah shit, here we go again.
Simon Dean: I might not agree with the loud, overblown way he said it but I agree: WALTER is weak.
Alright, time for some actual rasslin, as soon as the bell makes its presence known both men walk to the center of the ring where they share a staredown, there's a mighty 20-centimeter gap between their heads which amuses the Austrian giant, WHO CARES BOUT THAT THO, SURELY NOT WARHORSE WHO GETS TIRED OF FOREPLAY AND GETS RIGHT INTO IT WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES, CHOPS, WHATEVES IF IT'S GOT A NAME HE'S DOING IT TO WALTER, IF IT DOESN'T HE STILL USES IT CAUSE NAMES ARE FOR IDIOTS, THE ATTACK IS SO SUDDEN AND GOSH DARN ROCKING THAT HE'S BACKING WALTER INTO THE CORNER, THERE'S NO PARTY LIKE A WARHOR, Walter shoves WARHORSE away BUT THE METALHEAD CHARGES RIGHT BACK AT HIM, he meets a big boot and drops to the floor, Walter takes a moment to catch his breath and recover a bit, just when he feels good enough to get back into action Warhose gets back to his feet, what a coincidence, what's definitely not a coincidence tho is the big ass chop Walter just deliver!
WARHORSE EATS IT LIKE IT WAS FUCKING LUNCHABLES AND RETURNS WITH A CHOP OF HIS OWN, Walter is too thicc it doesn't even affect him, he looks at his chest, then at WARHORSE then just launches him across the ring with an Österreichischer suplex! WARHORSE IS BACK TO HIS FEET IMMEDIATELY, he eats a big boot for that, you'd think the metalhead would learn to stay down for a bit BUT NO CAUSE THAT SUCKS ASS, HE SAYS FUCK YOU TO THE PAIN AND GETS RIGHT BACK UP AND WHEN WALTER TRIES TO TAKE HIM DOWN WITH A LEG LARIAT HE DUCKS UNDER AND SPIKES HIM WITH A DAMN HALF& HALF SUPLEX WHAT A SICK MOVE, HE GOES FOR THE PIN ONLY SO HE COULD THE HAND THING AND SHOW HIS KICKASS TONGUE TO THE CAM
Corey Graves: What a stupid move by Warhorse, even a degenerate like him should know that this wasn't enough to take a beast like WALTER out.
Tom Phillips: He's very clearly only done it to show to the crowd how awesome the power of Heavy Metal can be and how it can topple every giant.
Corey Graves: What a pile of nonsense, tell em Simon.
Simon Dean: Heavy metal is like fatty food for your brain and should be avoided, even in moderation.
Mauro Ranallo: Come on gentlemen, let's try to stay professional.
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NO!
Walter kicks out! NO WORRIES THO CAUSE WARHORSE IS BACK ON THE CASE IN NO TIME, HE PICKS UP WALTER AND STRAIGHT UP WHIPS HIM INTO A NEARBY CORNER GODDAMN WHAT IS HE GONNA DO? A CLOTHESLINE IS WHAT HE'S GONNA DO, TWO CLOTHESLINES, THE MADMAN JUST HIT 3 RUNNING CLOTHESLINES AT THE CORNERED WALTER, HE STARTS TO HEADBANG WITH THE WARHORSES IN THE CROWD, WALTER FALLS TO THE FLOOR, THE ROPES ARE OPEN, IT'S RULING ASS TIME, WARHORSE CLIMBS UP LIKE A FUCKING ORANGUTAN AND LAUNCHES HIS FEET LIKE A FUCKIN HEAT GUIDED MISSILE AT WALTER'S ABS but Walter rolls out of the way!
DOESN'T MATTER THO CAUSE WARHORSE LANDS SAFELY AND DOES A ROLL TO REGAIN HIS FOOTING OR SUM IDK WHY THEY DO IT AND GETS RIGHT BACK INTO ACTION CAUSE HE'S WARHORSE, Walter has something to say about it tho as he catches him and squeezes all the juices outta him with a bear hug! WARHORSE is wincing in pain as the Ring General just locks in the hold tighter and tighter, before finally releasing and laughing at the now fallen WARHORSE who holds his ribs like he's trying to get them back to place, after he feels like he's done enough laughing Walter picks up WARHORSE but the mat doesn't get a lot of time to miss him as Walter slams him into it with a Gutwrench powerbomb!
Mauro Ranallo: God Walter is scary, I don't...
Simon Dean: You don’t know what you’re so scared of? Me either when it comes to WALTER!
Walter again picks up WARHORSE's limp body, what is he gonna do this time? he's gonna spike his head with a snap DDT and turn it into a Dragon Sleeper that's what! the hold seems to have awakened the metal spirit inside of WARHORSE as he begins to shake his fist and reach for the ropes AND IN SURPRISE TO NO ONE THE 4000 POUNDS OF RAW HEAVY METAL MAKES IT EASY FOR WARHORSE TO DRAG HIMSELF AND WALTER TO THE ROPES, that was a lie, WARHORSE reaches to the ropes but can't move Walter an inch so he goes with the second-best solution, he tries to grab Walter's hair but the bastard's bald! third-best solution time it is, he uses both of his hands to try and yank Walter's arm from his neck and it seems like he's succeeding as Walter's arm loosens up but suddenly it's back around his throat this time in the form of a Holy WALTER Empire choke! Walter falls back to wrap his legs around WARHORSE and finish the hold but THE METALHEAD CONTINUES TO ROLL AND ENDS UP PINNING WALTER INSTEAD OF GETTING CHOKED BY HIM HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
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Walter raises his feet enough to roll back so he's again behind WARHORSE with the choke locked in! the fan-favorite frantically tries to fight it but Walter falls back, this time completing the hold but oh damn WARHORSE's leg is beneath the ropes! Walter is a straight-up a poo poo head so ya know he won't release it right away
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Only the absolute last second Walter lets go of the hold and he walks back to the center of the ring while WARHORSE rolls to the apron, coughing his lung out like he just finished filming his podcast full of screaming, Walter grabs him and goes to toss him back into the ring BUT SIKE WARHORSE IS AS FINE AS I DON'T KNOW, HE DROPS WALTER THROAT FIRST INTO THE ROPES THEN SLIDES INTO THE RING AND WITH WALTER'S BACK TURNED TO HIM LIKE AN IDIOT WARHORSE GRABS HIM AND GERMAN SUPLEXES THE NAZISM OUTTA HIM!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! WARHORSE JUST SUPLEXED WALTER I CAN'T BELIVE IT!
Tom Phillips: THE POWER OF HEAVY METAL IS UNSTOPPABLE MARUO.
Corey Graves: Please god, if you exist, take me now.
Simon Dean: Would anyone else like a delicious Simon System nutrition bar?
WARHORSE IS ON FIRE, WALTER IS BACK ON HIS FEET BUT STAGGERED, HE EVEN USES THE ROPES TO GET UP, BAD IDEA THO AS WARHORSE CHARGES HIM LOOKING TO CACTUS JACK HIS ASS OUTTA THE RING but Walter ducks under and launches him a few meters up in the air before WARHORSE remembers he can't fly and lands hard on the concrete in front of the commentary! it looks like he's knocked out but that won't stop the hard-hitting technician who goes after the harbinger of metal as the ref begins to count em out, the party pooper.
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Walter is out of the ring and goes to pick up WARHORSE
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The monster among men takes a small step forward while keeping his eyes locked on the ring general
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Walter lets go of WARHORSE and also takes a small step forward, the thicc boys are having a staredown
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The fitness guru gets up to separate the two beasts but to no avail
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WARHORSE IS UP LIKE A PHOENIX AND PUSHES WALTER INTO SIMON THEN ENTERS THE RING
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Knocking over Dean felt like a medium breeze to Walter who turns around and gets on the apron ready to dish some more punishment to WARHORSE but he's a bit confused when he sees THE METAL ICON HEAD BANGING ALL OVER THE PLACE AND GETS THE REF TO PARTY WITH HIM
Corey Graves: What is this? completely unprofessional, that ref should be banned from all future matches
Maybe you're right Corey and maybe you're wrong, the only thing that for certain is that Walter isn't having a good time, in the second he was confused by WARHORSE, Strowman pulled him back into ringside and then throws him hard at into the steel steps, misshaping them in the process! THE REF GETS TOO DIZZY FROM WARHORSE'S INTENSE HEADBANGING AND HE SEES WALTER IS STILL OUTSIDE AND LAYED OUT, WHAT'S A BROTHER GONNA DO OTHER THAN COUNT?
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Walter moves!
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He gets his hand on the apron!
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner WARHORSE!
Mauro Ranallo: Well people he's done it, WARHORSE just beat Walter
Tom Phillips: YES!
Corey Graves: NO!
WARHORSE celebrates inside the ring as Simon Dean and Strowman start to make their exit WARHORSE isn't gonna let a chance for an epic headbang with Strowman just disappear like that so he follows them and tries to get them to celebrate when suddenly Strowman picks him up and slams him into the concrete with the Running power slam! EMTs rush to aid both him and Walter while Braun and Simon Dean walk to the back and Revolution continues.
Female Voice: Take your seats and turn your attention to the large screen please, a presentation by the president of DDT and Noah is about to take place.
On the screen is a static image of the DDT Logo which transitions into Sanshiro Takagi wearing a suit he looks very displeased.
Sanshiro Takagi: Hello, and good evening UWF Fans. I would like to humbly apologize for that countout you just witnessed, it's unbecoming of a promotion to leave you all with such an unsatisfying result. It seems that instead of bringing UWF to the DDT Network which hosts a variety of promotions from across Japan and even a few matches from America. I will have to bring the DDT to the UWF to make this hostile acquisition more smooth. And we will show that DDT style because in an announcement that I GET TO MAKE, I and Ultramantis Black have accepted the challenge of UWF veteran Roman Reigns and a Partner of his choosing. If that doesn't show you what style is stronger I don't know what will.
He puts his hand to his chin.
Sanshiro Takagi: mmm yes, Hostile Acquisition I quite like the sound of that. It's more investor-friendly as well than the term invasion... Ah well as I was saying. As much as I would like to wrestle my client Ultrimantis Black, we can only wrestle each other so many times before it gets dull. And bringing in people from my promotion would only serve to confuse you, the UWF audience. So I am offering an open invitation to anyone on the UWF roster to join my team and bring Puro to the UWF. You have seen my track record of success, and with a stronger man who feels overlooked. I'll just throw out some names maybe a Strowman or a Walter... maybe a Warhorse if we're feeling frisky? We could make them all future UWF Champions. So come on down and show me what you got we're all a big happy family.... EXCEPT FOR YOU SUZUKI, YOU COME TO MY OFFICE YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.
The feed cuts off with a technical difficulties poster.
Revolution has been a blast and will be a blast after this short promo is over, everyone knows that between a blast and a blast there needs to be some music or something I don't know, Despy appears on the titantron and people boo him, ya know, the normal stuff
El Desperado: Another Revolution, another mauling in the making, another instance of Minoru Suzuki beating some poor soul to near death and then just continuing with his business, ya know, the normal stuff, are you all ready for the destruction of your precious television champion? I don't think you are, but at least revel in the fact it will be the best display of pro wrestling, fight IQ and brutality you're ever going to see, no more Velveteen Dream getting stage fright by a simple man walking in to watch his match and making a mistake because of it, Suzuki would stay the same as he was when he left, flawless.
Despy's face disappears and the titantron turns black, dang is that all? good the crowd hates that guy, Revolution continues!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him.
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him.
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song.
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
El Desperado; Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Chimel: From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru Suuuuzukiiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air*
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Despy climbs onto the apron and goes to enter the ring but the referee is quick to reprimand him. As the two are arguing, Suzuki nods to the fork in Havoc’s hand and stands with his arms wide open as Havoc charges but stops short of connecting with Suzuki as he connects with a thumb to the eye with his free hand, then raises the hand holding the fork and jabs Suzuki in the eye. As Suzuki clutches at his eyes, Despy sees what has happened and drops from the apron to the floor and Jimmy disposes of the fork just as the referee is turning around.
Havoc now kicks Suzuki in the abdomen and, when he hunches over, hooks the head and brings him up and over with a quick Suplex. Jimmy stays on him after impact is made and starts stomping on his downed opponent as Suzuki starts climbing to his feet despite this. Once to his feet, Suzuki lets out a war cry and charges Havoc as Jimmy swings his leg forward and kicks him in the groin, stopping him dead in his tracks as he follows up with a DDT, spiking Minoru hard on his head.
To the surprise of some but especially Havoc, Suzuki gets right back up as he cracks his neck to both sides and this time, Jimmy charges him and gets stiffly backhanded for his troubles as the Television Champion falls to a seated position. As Havoc starts to get up, Suzuki shoves him with both hands, sending him staggering back into the ropes. When Jimmy comes off the ropes, Suzuki looks to lock in a hold but Jimmy slips downward and throws an elbow back into the abdomen of the veteran.
Havoc stands up as Suzuki is hunched over and leaps up, driving both knees downward into the back of the neck as impact is made with the mat.
Tom Phillips: I’m not sure what to call that but it’s effective.
Mauro Ranallo: It looks like he’s focusing on the neck after that and spiking Suzuki on his head earlier.
Corey Graves: Well he’s going to have to do something grand to keep Suzuki down. He’s a deity, after all.
After impact is made, Suzuki is seen crawling towards the fork that Jimmy dropped earlier. As he grabs it, Havoc steps on his hand and starts grinding his boot across the skin and knuckles. Suzuki
uses his free arm to take a swing at the legs of his opponent but Jimmy leaps up and tucks his legs back to avoid it, then lands with a Double Foot Stomp on the wrist of the hand he was previously grinding his boot into as well as the hand itself.
Minoru pulls his arm away as soon as he’s able and is gritting his teeth as Jimmy kicks the inner bicep of the arm he had previously stomped on, then grabs the wrist and pulls Suzuki in, delivering a stiff chop to the shoulder before pushing him back and delivering a kick to the outer bicep before taking down the UFC Champion with a stiff clothesline.
Havoc starts hovering around the downed veteran like a hungry vulture and then Minoru sits up holding his arm with the hand of his other arm. Jimmy backhands the hand away and then grabs the damaged arm, contorting and falling into the application of an Armbar!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Jimmy Havoc taking a page out of Suzuki’s book!
Mauro Ranallo: This is unprecedented!
Corey Graves: Big deal, Suzuki’s going to get out of this!
Suzuki struggles to pry Jimmy off of him as his resistance seems to make Jimmy cinch it in harder. It can be seen written on Minoru’s face that the pain is excruciating as he finally stops gritting his teeth and starts hollering out in pain. Jimmy smiles and releases the hold, standing up as if that’s all he wanted to hear. Suzuki shakes his arm to try and get feeling back into it as he climbs to his feet. Havoc goes to attack him but Suzuki sees him coming and connects with a stiff looking and sick sounding Running Knee that sends Havoc onto his back.
Suzuki licks his lips at the sight of the busted open Jimmy as he goes to follow up the offense but he falls into a trap as Havoc rolls him up.
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TWO!
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Minoru manages to kick out as Jimmy creates some distance between them which proves to be a mistake as the angry Suzuki charges him and connects with a Running Big Boot that levels him. Minoru grabs Havoc by the hair now and pulls him up by it as Jimmy spits in his eyes. Blinded, Suzuki is left open as Havoc starts laying in body shots. As Minoru shakes off the blindness after a moment, Jimmy elbows him right in the throat and slips behind him, applying a Sleeper Hold that he cinches in tight.
Tom Phillips: Jimmy Havoc’s going for the sudden kill!
Mauro Ranallo: I think getting busted open has ramped up his sense of urgency to end this one.
Corey Graves: He’s going to have to do better than a Sleeper Hold! Trying to choke out Minoru Suzuki is like trying to drown a fish, you just can’t do it!
Suzuki throws an elbow into the abdomen of Havoc and performs a Hip Toss to put the Television Champion in front of him as he grabs Jimmy around the waist and connects with the Everest German Suplex and bridges into the pin.
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TWO!
THR...NO!
Havoc manages to kick out but as he gets to a vertical base so does Suzuki who still has his arms locked around his waist as he connects with another Everest German Suplex, this time foregoing the bridge into the pin as he drops Jimmy onto his head in a way that folds him up before he falls flat. Minoru mounts his downed opponent and starts laying into him with a ground and pound offensive assault as Havoc does his best to cover up but is visibly still dizzy from being dropped on his head.
Suzuki stops punching and lunges toward one of the arms Jimmy is covering up with, full on biting the forearm as Havoc cries out in pain and starts punching Minoru in the temple with the fist of his free arm. After a few well-placed shots, Suzuki relents and lets up on the bite as Jimmy rocks forward and headbutts him in the nose, knocking the veteran down. Havoc gets to his feet as Minoru is climbing to his, a stream of blood running from his nose.
Tom Phillips: And now both men are bleeding!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: If I was Jimmy Havoc, I’d get as far away from Suzuki as possible right now.
The Television Champion doesn’t heed the advice, though, as he and Suzuki charge one another, each man going for a clothesline as the impact puts both men on their backs. Each man immediately scrambles back to their feet as Minoru unloads on the chest of his opponent with a Knife Edge Chop. Jimmy winces at the impactful blow before firing off a Knife Edge Chop of his own, lighting up the chest of his opponent. Minoru grabs Havoc by the hair now and pulls him
in, decking him with the other fist.
Suzuki continues to light into the forehead of Jimmy, causing more blood to spread, then Havoc gives him a low blow. As Minoru hunches over from the pain, Jimmy hooks his head and delivers a Snap Suplex into the turnbuckle. Havoc puts the upside down Suzuki in a Tree of Woe now and starts stomping on the upper body. The next stomp he goes for though, Minoru curls upward onto the turnbuckle and springs off, launching himself backward as he goes to elbow Jimmy in the mouth but Jimmy traps the arm and slaps on a Half Nelson, punching Suzuki with underhand thrown blows to the kidneys as he pulls him back and forth.
Havoc stops suddenly after a moment and spins Minoru around, who throws a punch that Jimmy ducks as he hoists the vet onto his shoulders and connects with a quick Death Valley Driver. He goes for the cover.
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TWO!
NO!
Suzuki gets the shoulder up as Havoc creates some distance, waiting for his opponent to get up. Minoru gets up as Jimmy goes for the Acid Rainmaker but Minoru ducks and the referee gets clobbered instead. As Havoc looks at what he’s done, Suzuki tackles him to the mat and starts with the ground and pound again. El Desperado enters the ring now as Minoru stands up, Despy raising his guitar high. Havoc sits up and begins to rise to a vertical base when Despy brings the weapon downward and it absolutely shatters over the Television Champion as he is now bleeding more and collapses to his knees.
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: How is Jimmy Havoc not out cold after that?
Corey Graves: He’s a dead man regardless, Suzuki literally smells blood and is ready to finish his prey.
Jimmy Havoc starts rising to his feet, albeit with shaky knees. He puts his hands up and signals for both men to bring it on. Suzuki and Despy look at each other and laugh before looking back at Havoc who keeps signaling for them to come on. Just as the two are getting ready to attack, the official comes to and tells Despy to get out of the ring. As the official and Despy argue, Suzuki winds back and unloads on the chest of Jimmy with a Knife Edge Chop as Jimmy takes a step back but remains on his feet.
Suzuki sees this and winds his arm back further, unloading with a greater impacting Knife Edge Chop, Jimmy holding his ground that time despite wincing. Suzuki winds back as far as he can this time but as he goes for a third Knife Edge Chop, Havoc blocks it and turns the situation into a ripcord as he pulls Minoru in and goes for the Acid Rainmaker but Suzuki ducks it and ends up behind Jimmy as he applies the Rear Naked Choke! Havoc fights with what he has left but ultimately ends up fading in the hold.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a submission, Minoru Suzuki!
Suzuki and Desperado have little time to celebrate as Velveteen Dream jumps the barricade and grabs Desperado's guitar that he had set down. Despy turns around and eats a guitar shot right to the head! Suzuki realizes what's going down and gets out of the ring right away as Dream comes sliding in. Lio comes out of the crowd as well, backing up Dream while Suzuki walks away. He yells for other people to go help Desperado and they do, Suzuki not wanting to be near Dream and Rush. He heads to the back while the two in the ring prepare for their match.
Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
VS 
DING DING DING
Contrary to how things would have started a year ago, Velveteen Dream looks to tie up, wanting to prove to himself that he still has what it takes to reach the top. Ultramantis on the other hand feels like he has nothing to prove and just casually walks up to Dream. He tells him to stop, saying that there'sd one surefire way to climb back up the totem pole. He motions for Sanshiro and Takagi hops up onto the apron.
Tom Phillips: What does the former Dr. Cube think he's doing?
Corey Graves: What does it look like he's doing Phillips? He's offering him a spot to help in the hostile acquisition.
Dream listens to his pitch but his wholly uninterested. As he rolls his eyes and turns away, Ultramantis levels him with a brutal big boot. He picks up Dream right away and brings him over to the corner, smashing his face into the top turnbuckle. Dream turns to face him but Ultramantis Irish whips him across the ring so hard that when Dream hits the corner, he falls down to his knees. Sanshiro can be heard laughing at ringside while Mantis walks over and brings him back to his feet once more. He sticks his arm between his legs in a pumphandle before lifting him onto his shoulders and hitting the Divinity Cove! He makes the pin.
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Dream kicks out. Ultramantis expected as much as he grabs him by the hair, bringing him up to a vertical base. The former Intercontinental Champion however starts to fight back, unloading with a couple of shots to the gut but Ultramantis stops any momentum with a few clubbing blow to the back. Mantis they whips him to the ropes but Dream comes back with a jumping clothesline. Ultramantis pops back up only to get hit with a back elbow. He gets up a third time and takes a big swing but Dream ducks it, grabbing him from behind, lifting him up into the air before bringing him down onto his knee with an atomic drop! Mantis grabs his behind while stumbling into the corner. He turns around only to see Dream running at him with a big forearm shot to the face! Dream then picks him up, seating him on the top rope, putting his legs on the outside. He then proceeds to climb to there with him.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the Velveteen Dream is looking to take things up a notch.
Corey Graves: Does he really think he of all people can get the first pinfall victory over Ultramantis Black? He should quit while he's ahead.
Dream is unloading with some stiff right to the top of Ultramantis' head before bring him up, the two standing standing on the top rope. The former UWF Champion tries to fight him off with some shots to the ribs of his own but a massive headbutt stops his momentum. It even appears to daze Dream as he hangs onto the rope, almost falling back. He shakes the cobwebs before grabbing a hold of Mantis and sending him to the mat with a superplex! The whole ring shakes and Dream crawls over, laying an arm over his opponent as the ref makes the pin.
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Ultramantis kicks out! Wanting to recoup, the Great and Devious one rolls to the outside to get a breather. Lio can be heard on the outside, trying to hype up his man to stay on him. His cheering seems to work, even if Dream looks a little glossy eyed. He gets to his feet and heads to the outside. He walks over to Black who is kneeling in front of Sanshiro. He's got both arms raised in a double axe handle but Ultramantis turns around and dives at him with a big lariat to take him down! Mantis is quick to continue his advantage, picking up Dream just enough to throw him head first into the steel steps!
Mauro Ranallo: Dream may say that he's only focused on himself and he's all about winning but you don't tackle Mount Everest first when you're trying to climb back up mountains.
Corey Graves: I couldn't agree more. Just because Ultramantis lost one match, that doesn't mean he's on a downward spiral and he's proving that tonight.
Mantis has been using this time to catch his breath but he realizes he needs to stay on the attack. He grabs Dream and tosses him back into the ring, following him in. He puts Dream in a full nelson as he's bringing him back up. Dream tries to scramble out of it as best he can but to no avail. Mantis is able to lift him up into the air, looking to slam him into the ground but Dream uses the momentum to spin out completely, landing behind the former UWF Champion. Quickly he grabs both of Ultramantis' arms behind him, spinning him around and sending him straight to the mat with an Unprettier! He makes the pin!
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Ultramantis kicks out! Dream opts to head out onto the apron and begins to climb to the top rope. Sanshiro gets onto the apron, looking to distract Velveteen but Lio Rush comes running over, grabbing Takagi by the foot and pulling him off the apron, his face hitting the side of the ring on the way down! Dream focuses back on Ultramantis who unfortunately is getting back to his feet. No problem for the Dream however as he leaps off with a diving double axe handle. Black however catches him a Brainwashing Effect! He rolls Dream over and makes the cover.
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Dream kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Back and forth match we got here Corey. Maybe Dream can climb Mount Everest.
Corey Graves: Look he's a great wrestler and anyone can win on any day. I was just saying it's a bit foolish to expect to conquer Ultramantis Black.
Mauro Ranallo: Well if anyone could do it, it could certainly be one of the finalist in Aztec Warfare.
Ultramantis rolls to the outside and checks on the former Dr. Cube. Sanshiro tells him he's fine while Mantis stares down Lio. He sees Dream moving around on the mat and decides to finish things up there, sliding back in. Dream is resting against the corner when Black comes in and starts laying the boots to him before choking him out. The ref admonishes him and he backs away before choking him once more. The ref counts to 4 and pulls him off, warning him of a DQ if he keeps it up. Dream meanwhile is coughing, trying to get some air into his lungs. Lio is trying to hype him up but Ultramantis appears to relish in hurting Dream in front of him. He brings Velveteen up to his feet and stands behind him. He bends down to lift him up into an electric chair, crossing his arms before falling back with a Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex bridging into a pin!
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But Dream kicks out again! Ultramantis has had enough of this and picks up Dream, setting him up in the vertical suplex position. Lio decides to return the favor from earlier and steps onto the apron. Ultramantis tosses Dream to the side and goes to get in Lio's face. What Rush doesn't see however is Sanshiro Takagi coming up behind him, scooping him off the apron into an electric chair. Lio tries to fight him off but he's taken to the ground with the Sit Down Sunflower Bomb on the floor! Ultramantis can be heard laughing but he's rolled up from behind!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
But NO! He kicks out just in time! Both men rush up to their feet but Dream goes on the offensive first, hitting a superkick! Black is staggered and it allows Velveteen to scoop him up and plants him into the mat with the Dream Valley Driver all in one swift move! It's like his body is moving on instinct as Dream scrambles back up to his feet and climbs up to the top rope, situating himself. Ultramantis is dead center in the ring, not moving as Dream stands up and flies off the top rope, driving his Purple Rainmaker right into the devious heart of Ultramantis Black! He makes the cover!
1 . . .
2 . . .
But Takagi has come into the ring and starts attacking Dream, forcing the ref to call for the bell!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Velveteen Dream!
The crowd loudly boos the decision as Takagi grabs Ultramantis and they head to the back. Dream checks on Lio on the outside as the show moves on.
The shot opens in a recording studio. Matt Riddle is stood inside the booth whilst Matanza is watching.
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.
Matanza nods along to Riddle’s rapping. It is now his turn to take over.
Matanza Cueto:
Mhmhmh, mhmhmhmhm,
Mhmhmhmhm hmhmhmhmh mhmh mmhm,
MHmhMHMHMHM mhmhmhm
Mmhmhmhmh uno dos tres!
Riddle cuts in.
Matt Riddle: Sorry! Run it back, bro. If we want to change the lyrics and actually release this song then they’re gonna have to hear your actual voice, bro.
Matanza Cueto: mhmhm mhm?
Matt Riddle: Well yeah? Of course you gotta take the mask off for them to hear you bro..
Matanza Cueto: MHMHMHMMM!
Matanza pulls the recording microphone off of the joist it’s attached to.
Matt Riddle: God damn it CuetBRO, that’s the fourth one today, bro. I’m not made of money, bro.
Matanza walks out of the recording studio and heads out of the building to sit in Riddle’s car. Riddle closely follows.
Matt Riddle: Listen, bro. We don’t have to make the song. I just knew people loved it so wanted to put something out there for them y’know, bro.
Matanza Cueto: Mhmhm mmmhmhmhm MHMHMHM?
Matt Riddle: Wait, what? You wanna go there? Uhh.. okay, I guess, bro?
The shot fades and it shows Matanza playing in a ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. Riddle is sat on the phone.
Matt Riddle: Yeah, babe. He’s in the ball pit… No.. No I haven’t had anything to eat.. I’ll be home in a bi- HEY! Cuetbro! Put that kid down now! Sorry babe, I gotta go, he’s just given a tour of the islands to a 12 year old. Right, love ya, bye.
Riddle runs into the ball pit and.
Matt Riddle: Bro, you can’t be doing that kind of thing, you big dumbo.
Matanza Cueto: mhmhmhm!
Matt Riddle: Cuetbro.. You are 37 years old and weigh 260 lbs, you can’t hurt a child because they said your mask looks dumb. Plus.. we’ve got bigger things to deal with.
Riddle shows Matanza a text message he has received.
The shot fades as Monster High head out of the Chuck E. Cheese and towards the Hummer..
The scene opens to a concerned Ikemen in the dark of the night. He's pacing around on the sidewalk pondering a whole lotta things right now with a lot of debate in his head. Nonetheless, he shakes his head and walks forward. He steps up to a big dark warehouse...
The jacket-toating wrestler makes it to the entrance, where a "DO NOT ENTER" sign greets him. Ikemen isn't about to let that stop him from reaching his goal though. He's here for a reason. After a few worried looks at the sign, he kicks open the door. He carefully steps into the dark envirionment, making no grand entrance as he usually does. This is a sad, worried Ikemen. He's in no grand mood. He vulnerably looks at his surroundings, clearly scared of what may lurk. He doesn't want to be heard, but he has to if he wants to do what he came here for. After a few minutes of carefully walking around the dark atmosphere, he lets out a faint sound...
Ikemen: Shibata?...
Ikemen's words aren't going to be heard by anybody more than 5 feet away. Deep down he probably knows that, but maybe he's just building his courage up in this unknown, dark place. He speaks again, a little bit louder this time.
Ikemen: Shibata?...
No answer again, although his words are still faint. Ikemen works up more courage before speaking out again, calling out for Shibata, this time louder.
Ikemen: Shibata?
Ikemen receives no answer once again, but he really believes Shibata is here. His desire to get the old Shibata back now outweighs his fear, and he calls out even louder.
Ikemen: Shibata!
Again, no answer. But Ikemen just knows he's here somewhere. This is the place he was at in those videos he did in preparation for his match against Suzuki. This place holds a certain violent aroma, and it scares Ikemen.. but all Ikemen wants is the old Shibata. All fear leaves him before he lets out a massive yell.
Ikemen: SHIBATA!!!
No answer, and this time that seemingly angers Ikemen. He knows he's here, he can sense it. He always knows when his friend is nearby because he feels this odd comforting sensation, even if distance has been put between he and Shibata. He knows he's not answering him and that hurts Ikemen to his core. He lets out a yell that has not an inch of fear in it, only sadness and anger.
Ikemen: SHIIIIIIBAAAAAATAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Shibata: Calm down.
The sudden appearance of Shibata startles Ikemen, who recoils after Shibata materializes in the darkness. His jumpiness is soon accompanies by anger though...
Ikemen: Shibata! Why are you here?! You haven't said any thing to me. I help train at the dojo, do everything you say! But you don't say anything to me!
Shibata: Thank you, that's good. You're taking care of my past endeavors while I take care of the future.
Ikemen: Past endoovers? What that mean? The dojo is you Shibata, that's not the past!
Shibata: It is now. I am not saying I care nothing of it. I'm even making sure it has someone to take care of it. But there are more important things for me right now, such as ending Johnny Morrison.
Ikemen: I-I don't get it.
Shibata: You don't have to. Just keep running the dojo. That is all.
Shibata begins to walk away like that's the end of things, giving no care that he hasn't seen Ikemen in a long time.
Ikemen: Well I don't want that to be all! I want to run the dojo with you! I wanna wrestle with you, I wanna be by your side when you wrestle, I want you be by my side when I wrestl-hey, you know what. I'm a wrestler too y'know! I haven't had one singles match yet. You say you would stick up for me! Help me along, but you have't done any of that! You haven't put in one word for me! Why Shibata? You used to try to help me all the time. We're friends, why does it not feel that way?
Shibata: We are not friends Ikemen.
That statement near breaks Ikemen to pieces
Shibata: We can be partners. Business partners, even competing partners... but we are not friends. You stick around me because you are a fan, and I keep you around through a tiny bit of gratitude, and the fact you can be useful at times. This isn't a friendship Ikemen, it's a mutually beneficial partnership.
Ikemen: ...But you said we were friends.
Shibata: A while ago perhaps, but I don't have room for friends anymore.
Ikemen: You have changed Shibata.
Shibata: You think I don't know that? I have changed, and I don't blame anybody for thinking I've changed for the worse, but recently I've discovered that this change has a lot of upside as well. It allows me to tap into a side I didn't know I had. It allows me to be stronger, faster, more violent. It is what I need to finally rule over the UWF.
Ikemen: That's not what this was supposed to be Shibata, I don't even know what to think right now.
Ikemen is heartbroken, his head in his hands as he's processing all this. Shibata sees this and at first doesn't have a single reaction, but as Ikemen saddens to near depression, a sliver of kindness slips into the heart of Shibata, just a sliver...
Shibata: Like I said, we can still be partners. You could still perhaps be on the apron with me if the UWF bookers make it so. I can make the suggestion perhaps.
Ikemen gives a half-hearted response
Ikemen: Sure...
Shibata slightly picks up the saddened answer of Ikemen, but doesn't have enough heart to do anything about it
Ikemen: I-I think I'll leave now.
Shibata doesn't say a word as Ikemen stumbles out of the building. Ikemen had came here with a clear goal, that in his mind he would accomplish no matter what. But the words of Shibata have cut as deep as a knife. He doesn't feel like continuing on to convince Shibata out of his mad state. He leaves to head to the dojo, not because of Shibata, but because it's the only thing he has that's close to a friendship anymore. Shibata returns to his robotic look as Ikemen leaves, perhaps he'll keep his word of suggesting a tag team match with Ikemen to the bookers, but with both men in worsened mental states and a clear distance to each other, it might be a sad chapter to read out if that were to happen.
Sami Zayn: Can you believe it? Because I can! Time and time again, we get the short end of the stick. We're just a few weeks away from beating the Dudley's to get another shot at the World Tag Team Championships and what do they do? Throw Sweet N' Sour into the mix! It's like they knew how easy it would be for us and so they decided to make things harder for us. Well news flash Drake Maverick, if that is your real name! It doesn't matter how many teams you throw at us, we'll beat them all!
Becky Lynch: We would but then again this is a TLC match.
Sami Zayn: I'm sorry what?
Becky Lynch: Yeah it's TLC, didn't you hear?
Sami Zayn: I must've been so dazed by the first screwjob announcement I must have missed that. A TLC match? Are you kidding me? You give advantage to the Dudleys now? I've got a wild idea for you Maverick, how about this, The Dynamic Duo vs the Dudleyz in a WRESTLING match!
Becky Lynch: Sweet N' Sour don't belong to be here. They lost fair and square and should go back to the back of the line! Don't get me wrong, I'd love to smack their ugly little heads in but the fact that Sweeney gets to call himself a former tag champion after not even winnin' the damn things and losin' it on his first match is a travesty. That's ok though. It's TLC so that means we can get creative.
Sami Zayn: All sorts of things can happen when you bring foreign objects into the match. Would suck to see these teams get put on the shelf for awhile huh Maverick? Maybe then there'd be no one to stop the Dynamic Duo, ever think of that! No I bet you didn't. At Backlash, all you and the fans hopes and dreams are going to crumble when we reach the top of those ladder and take those belts back where they belong.
The scene fades out.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team bout and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Riddle comes out from behind the curtain, bopping along to the beat of 'Bullet with Butterfly Wings.' He throws hang loose symbols to the crowd and continues to hop around the stage. He poses and makes way for 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto who walks out the curtain behind Matt Riddle. Matanza comes out and sluggishly walks down the ramp as Riddle is nodding to the beat and fist bumping every fan he sees. Matanza ignores the fans.
Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 479lbs. The team of Matanza Cueto and Matt Riddle; MONSTER HIGH!
Matt Riddle hops the ropes and kicks his flip flops off as Matanza just walks to the centre of the ring and folds his arms. Riddle spreads his arms out and poses in front of 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto Riddle removes his entrance gear and the pair then prepare for their match.
Chimel: And the opponents...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The UWF Universe get to their feet to welcome the now beloved faction to the building. Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front who holds up a bottle of Gatorade. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
Tom Phillips: Well here we are again and one of the three teams gunning for the UWF World Tag Team Championships collides here with the surging pairing of Matt Riddle and Matanza, Monster High.
Mauro Ranallo: Sweeney and O'Reilly's recollection of these men is sure to be more sour than it is sweet after the Monster nearly strangled Kyle O'Reilly in Wrestlemania's Tag Turmoil contest. This week, there are disqualifications, but that hasn't stopped Matanza from getting vicious in the past.
Corey Graves: You've got that right, Mauro. Let's just hope for Sweet 'n' Sour's sake that he didn't bring a scalpel with him this week!
An uneasy quiet settles over the arena as people await with bated breath the onset of the contest. The referee performs his standard pre-match checks, then calls for the bell.
[bDING DING DING!
That starting bell rings and it looks like Sweeney is going to get things started off for Sweet 'n' Sour while the man he called a failed mixed martial artist, Matt Riddle, stays in the ring in the opposite corner. The two size each other up and then close in, Larry going for a good old-fashioned collar-and-elbow tie-up, but nah, Matt Riddle's not about that, bro. Instead, he slips under and past Larry's grapple, managing to get behind him, and when Larry turns around Riddle hits a simple thrust kick that sends Larry stumbling toward the Monster High corner. Riddle follows that up with a quick kick to the thigh from the opposite side before spinning into a heel kick from the same side as the thrust kick had come, the combination catching the former UWF Champion off guard and connecting in entirety, driving him straight back to the turnbuckles. When Riddle has him there he charges, leaping up into a high knee strike to Larry's chin that rocks Sweeney, then leading him out of the corner and grounding him with a simple hip toss. Riddle then holds both arms out and grins as the Monster High portion of the crowd pops, leaving Sweeney to push to one knee and look at him with a suddenly-serious expression.
Ranallo: We're in the early going here and though Larry Sweeney earlier this week referred to Matt Riddle as a failed UFC fighter, those strikes look every bit as professional as you'd see in the octagon and he may be eating his own words.
Graves: Riddle's problem has never been the efficacy of his strikes, it's always been how well he focuses and applies himself. He's a burnout, not a washout.
As Sweeney gets to his feet, Riddle comes calling with another kick, but this time Larry catches the foot, then pulls Riddle off balance to the canvas before dropping a big ol' elbow inside the knee joint! Sweeney gets to his feet and measures Riddle up as Matt starts getting back to his own feet; when Riddle's there, Larry charges him and takes him back down with a Lou Thesz press before winding up the moneymaker and delivering a series of closed-fist strikes straight to Matt's jaw. The blows connect sound, but the mixed martial artist takes them in stride, having endured many such blows over the course of his career. After seven jaw-jacking punches, Larry gets to his feet, bringing Matt with him, then sends the latter off the ropes. Riddle rebounds right into a belly-to-belly clutch and Sweeney hits the suplex before falling back to his corner and tagging in Kyle O'Reilly.
Phillips: Quick and early tag here by the former UWF World Tag Champions.
Graves: It's a smart play to cycle in and out frequently and make sure everyone stays fresh. I'm not saying this match is going to go on forever but I mean, just look at Matanza. That monster's going to take a while to subdue.
Ranallo: You're right, Corey, and I think Sweet 'n' Sour must be trying to keep the big man out of the ring here given all they have seen him do to other teams, not to mention themselves in the Tag Turmoil contest at Wrestlemania.
Matt tries to find his feet but before he even can, O'Reilly's on him, grabbing him by the long hair and keeping him in a doubled-over position while driving hard knees up into the sternum. Riddle eats three of those before KOR throws him into the ropes and when he rebounds, Kyle lifts the knee for the kitchen sink. Matt lands hard on his tailbone, but he's seated, so Kyle hits the ropes in front of him and comes back with a penalty kick! The successive blows to the chest have Riddle clutching at it, but while his hands are thus occupied, O'Reilly flips him onto his chest and then traps the calf in a leglock before falling back into a reverse indian deathlock! Riddle cries out as O'Reilly recovers his vertical position and falls back again to torque the joint. Rolling away from that, KOR grins as he looks at Riddle now clutching his leg and looking visibly hurt by the hold.
Graves: Kyle O'Reilly smart there to target Riddle's leg and try to take it out of commission. A vast majority of Matt's offensive capability comes from his kicks; if Kyle can neutralize that, it will help Sweet 'n' Sour pull out the victory here.
As Riddle tries to scrape himself off the canvas, O'Reilly watches him with all the intensity of a jungle cat waiting to pounce. Finally, Matt gets to one knee and O'Reilly charges, lifting his own knee to strike Riddle in the face. But Matt scouts it and rolls to the side, and as O'Reilly barrels on to the ropes, Riddle pushes to his vertical base. O'Reilly hits the ropes and Riddle attempts a roundhouse, but O'Reilly catches the leg and tries to pull Riddle into a forearm, only for Riddle to cartwheel backward, bringing his foot up behind O'Reilly's head and catching him on the skull with a kick! O'Reilly stumbles forward, Riddle's cartwheel placing him directly in Kyle's path, and as Matt finds his feet Kyle throws an absolutely ugly forearm that catches the grinning mixed martial artist on the jaw, knocking the smile right off those lips. Riddle falls back into the ropes and comes back into an attempted Final Flash, but O'Reilly has it scouted and deflects the knee before hooking under it and hitting a picture-perfect release fisherman's suplex! O'Reilly gets back to his feet all smiles, but as he does Riddle kips up, drawing a huge pop from the Monster High fans and a surprised look from O'Reilly! Riddle runs right at him, and O'Reilly tries for a discus elbow, but Riddle ducks under and cinches KOR in a German suplex clutch, throwing him hard so that he lands awkwardly on his neck and shoulders! O'Reilly, however, shows resilience of his own as he sits up, and Riddle runs at him for the penalty kick but O'Reilly falls back to avoid it before sitting up again, only to have Riddle run the ropes behind and punt him on the spine! As O'Reilly braces his back, Riddle grabs an arm and traps it, then starts driving brutal elbows to O'Reilly's trapezius! After no fewer than twelve such strikes, Riddle pulls O'Reilly to the canvas and attempts the first cover of the match!
1...
2...
...NO! Sweeney breaks up the cover!
Ranallo: Call him Superman, because Larry Sweeney practically flew into that ring to save his teammate.
Phillips: That's good tag team wrestling right there.
Graves: You could only imagine what a win here would mean for Monster High. It might even force Drake Maverick to consider them as future contenders. Given Sweet 'n' Sour want to be the champions again, that's obviously a complication that they would rather avoid.
Riddle gets to his feet and gives Larry a little shove. Larry shoves him back, and then the two go face-to-face exchanging insults before Riddle steps back at the official's urging, then unloads with a HUGE roundhouse. Unfortunately, Sweeney ducks and the kick hits the official in the side of the head instead, knocking him unconscious! The fans react in a mixed way as Riddle immediately looks with shock and concern at the official. The momentary lapse is all Larry needs as he unloads with a series of quick jabs to the jaw, then winds up a classic bionic elbow and connects right to the nose, sending Riddle down to the canvas! With the official out of commission, Larry looks at the prone Riddle and licks his lips like a jackal and then crosses over to his corner and starts ripping the padding off the top turnbuckle!
Graves: Hahaha! The Triple Champ is in his element now and Matt Riddle's in trouble! There's no ref, he can do whatever he wants!
Phillips: Don't do it, Larry!
Sweeney pulls the pad away to expose the unforgiving metal, then turns back and marches over to Riddle, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to one knee, then positioning him between the legs for a powerbomb! The fans are buzzing; Larry lifts Riddle up onto his shoulders, but out of nowhere Matt finds a spark of lift and rains hard blows down on Larry's curly-haired head, causing him to stumble back closer and closer to the Monster High corner before Riddle is able to tag in Matanza! Right after he does, though, the break in strikes gives Larry the opening he needs and he surges forward, dumping Riddle neck-first on the exposed turnbuckle with a buckle bomb!
Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Buckle bomb onto that exposed metal and that could be it for Matt Riddle!
As Sweeney turns around celebrating, he turns right into a massive haymaker from Matanza that sends him reeling into the ropes and on the rebound, the Monster takes him to the canvas with the Wrath of the Gods! Like a force of nature, Matanza gets to his feet and backs into the ropes, rebounding to hit a bone-crunching splash on Sweeney's prone body! As Matanza gets back to his feet, Larry rolls out onto the apron. O'Reilly, meanwhile, has helped the official back to his own feet only to turn his focus back to what's unfolding and see he is basically alone against Matanza. Kyle looks to one side to see Sweeney lying on the apron, visibly hurt, then looks to the corner to see Riddle out cold and the exposed turnbuckle. Looking straight at the Monster, O'Reilly's expression is grim, but he rolls his neck and then charges forward to connect with the masked face with an absolutely ugly forearm smash! Matanza doesn't even budge, so O'Reilly spins around into a backhanded strike before spinning back for an elbow to the side of Matanza's head, then attempts a flurry of open-palmed strikes to the chest. The blows all land stiff, the claps heard in the cheap seats, but the Monster doesn't even flinch, let alone budge, and as Riddle keeps striking away like a lumberjack at a particularly stubborn oak, the futility of his efforts starts to set in.
Phillips: Kyle O'Reilly is throwing absolutely everything he has at Matanza and that Monster is just weathering the storm. He doesn't even look remotely hurt.
Ranallo: Matanza Cueto is not human. No way.
O'Reilly just keeps hammering away, taking out months of pent-up frustration on that masked face and barrel chest of the Monster. The loss of Mark Henry and the nWo, Desperado's disappearance and sudden reappearance without so much as a phone call, Fish's betrayal and then suspension denying him the chance at any sort of real vengeance: all of it just comes out in increasingly beleaguered, slowly softening blows to the Monster as Kyle's face turns a shade darker than beet red and he falls to his knees, pouting, possibly broken. Matanza stands there like a steady shoulder to cry on, seemingly placid, no-selling all of the blows, and as Kyle falls into his slump the Monster doesn't even look at him. The official slowly starts to come to, groggily in one corner, holding his head and as he does, the Monster finally reaches down and grabs Kyle by the throat in a vice-like grip, hauling him to his feet. Matanza squeezes, choking O'Reilly in a repeat of Tag Turmoil, lifting him off the canvas with one hand in a raw display of force and strangling him for several long seconds before bringing him crashing down with the ugliest, most thunderous chokeslam possibly in UWF history. O'Reilly's a wreck; his body lies still in the ring. But Matanza isn't finished. He pulls the Diabetic Dragon back to his feet and lifts him up, slamming him down with the Wrath of the Gods. Matanza covers.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners:
MONSTER HIGH!
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Phillips: I'm... I'm speechless. I don't know how anyone is going to beat this team. Right now, it seems like Monster High are unstoppable.
Ranallo: Inevitable. Like Thanos, these two men... or rather, this man and this monster... are inevitable.
Graves: I don't know if I agree. At least one team has figured out a way to beat these men in regular competition. These other guys... they just keep falling into the same trap.
As Sweeney pulls O'Reilly from the ring and the two collect themselves on the outside, Matanza stands stone still, Riddle slowly coming to with help from the official who is checking on him to make sure he wasn't concussed. The feed moves along.
The scene opens up to reveal EC3 in his office.
EC3: Well quite a lot has gone down tonight. Matches being proposed and others practically making themselves so I'm here to confrim some of these for Backlash. Now first things first, Jimmy Havoc challenged Curtis Axel at Backlash and it looks like he's accepted. So the two will fight with the Televsion title on the line at Backlash. Speaking of titles though, Brock Lesnar is angry about not receiving one. I actually have to agree. Had he just waited however, it would have come in due time. But Rey Mysterio appears to have answered him with a challenge of his own and so at Backlash, Rey Mysterio will go one on one with Brock Lesnar.
That's far from the only grudge we have going around here though. When Minoru Suzuki returned, I didn't expect him to go right after somebody but here we are. Dream got a piece of revenge tonight but I know he wants more. The two will get a chance to prove who is the better man at Backlash. Other men with something to prove have been going at each other in recent weeks. WALTER and Braun Strowman apparently didn't get off on the right foot and with WARHORSE inserting himself into the mix, the three have all got problems with one another. So at Backlash it'll be a Triple Threat between all of them. And last but not least, word going around is Roman Reigns has challenged Ultramantis Black and Sanshiro Takagi to a match against him and a partner of his choosing at Backlash. Usually I don't give into the Samoan family's ridiculous demands but this seems like fun so I'll allow it. There's more matches to be made bu-
EC3 is cut off by a video announcement.
THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE HIGHEST POWER.
’The Highest Power’: Good evening, UWF Universe. Once again, the questions are continuing. WHO ARE YOU? For now, you needn’t know who I am because you will all know at some point who I am. I’m excited for what the future holds.. And one thing is known for certain.. My boys have been impressing me more and more each week. Now I want them to understand, no matter what happens. I’ll be with you both all the way. You can believe in The Highest Power, gentleman.
No movement once again from The Highest Power.
’The Highest Power’: Now a message to the surrounding roster. Believe me when I say that my boys and I are going to be the most dominant entity you could imagine, our accomplishments in this company will be endless. I may be hiding in the shadows but when I finally make my appearance, this fiendish behaviour is going to be anything but. I can promise you all that my blackheart will weep for all of you when my arrival is known. You will know my name. My boys and I are going to be considered the best in the world. I’ll see you all very soon, crowbaits.
Black Mountain's "Tyrants" hits the soundsystem as the fans rise in a wave of cheers for the incoming UWF World's Champion. Multicolored spotlights sweep the stands, allowing dozens of fans to bask in split seconds of glory before finally coming to coalesce at the top of the ramp, in perfect timing with a series of pyrotechnic pops down the full length of the entrance ramp and back up. The final of these explosions is followed immediately by a huge eruption of blinding pyrotechnics on the stage, timed perfectly with the end of the jamming intro of the song. As the smoke dissipates, the World's Champion and his Valkyrie emerge.
The Valkyrie takes the lead after the pair work their signature pose, marching dutifully down the ramp as Johnny follows behind, clapping the outstretched palms of his fans. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp and rounds the ring to climb the steps, Taya walks along the apron; after Johnny reaches the apron, she sits on the middle rope to allow him easy entry. He steps in, then holds the rope for her in return. Once they're both in the ring, a resounding "M-V-P! M-V-P!" chant kicks up, bringing a grin to Johnny's face. But it's Taya who lifts the first microphone.
TAYA VALKYRIE
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Welcome to another night of the Revolution! I hope everyone here is enjoying themselves, but I'm going to be honest: I didn't come out here, and neither did Johnny, so that we could just chew the fat. The fact of the matter is we've come out here to talk about a little problem we're having. See, there's a man in this company who calls himself a champion, who likes to throw around insults and utter threats and who thinks he's scaring people because he beat someone up that Johnny himself already chased out of the company before. The problem — the cancer, frankly, that we're talking about — has a name. That name is...
Johnny abruptly cuts in on a microphone of his own.
JOHNNY MORRISON
Katsuyori Shibata. Oh, Shibby. Shibby, Shibby, Shibby. I've been watching you. I've been following your journey here in the UWF because I knew, I've always known, that sooner or later our roads would cross each other. I'm going to be honest: I thought the circumstances were going to be very different. When you first showed up promising reform, promising a return to honor and a respect for the sport we both know, love and live, I thought that our eventual meeting would be the stuff of legends. A meeting of two titans, two brilliant beacons of benevolence; the Cosmic Crusader clashing with the Puroresu Paragon. I was looking forward to that conflict, Shibby, because to be perfectly honest, I marked you as one of the rare men in this company that could have challenged me, could have given me a run for my money. But then, something changed. And that something was you.
The disappointment is clear in Morrison's voice as he speaks those words. His head hangs low, his hair blocking his face, as Johnny shakes it in disappointment. Then he looks back up at the hard cam and removes his aviators. Shit's getting real.
I never in one hundred years would have expected you to act the way you did last week. You called yourself a man of honor once, but what you tried to do, bullying a man half your size and then sucker-shotting the guy who came to his rescue? That's low, even for someone like you. Look, I get it: fighting Vinny Marseglia, putting the cork back on that little bottle of evil, that can't have been easy for you. I know, because I did it in the elimination chamber. But Vinny was just a test. And not only a test of skill; that was a test of your character, as well. And as we have all now discovered, as the fans in those stands and the families watching at home now know, you failed that test. You know, man, they said something in the movies once about living long enough that you see yourself become the villain and I think, in your case? That time has come. You're a bad man, Shibby. Plain and simple. And I hate to say this, but I didn't climb — fighting tooth and nail, hurdling over every obstacle and diving from unprecedented heights — to the top of this mountain to watch it collapse into a heap because I allowed men like you to chip away at its foundations.
Johnny swallows hard as he pauses, the fans for the most part kicking a "JOHNNY!" chant up. They've got his back. He nods with that reassurance and continues.
You don't get to call me a paper champion because you threw out my table scraps, you don't get to make threats against people I care about because you've gone off the hook and hurt a bunch of nobodies, and you sure as Hell don't get to headbutt me in my own ring without consequences. It may not be the way I imagined it, but life is often full of disappointments. You're the biggest one I've had in recent memory. But bigger still will be when I put you down like the lame horse you are at Backlash.
Morrison's thread sounds anything but idle as the fans pop over his challenge. Taya stands cross-armed at his back, nodding. Then, suddenly..... the titantron lights up and words ring out. Fireworks shot down from the ceiling.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
It's not the theme Morrison was expecting but it doesn't matter to Spike Dudley as he makes he way out to the stage. He looks all business tonight as he already has a mic in his hand. The crowd cheer loudly for the littlest Dudley as he makes a beeline for the ring, not high fiving or posing for the fans like he usually does. He slides into the ring, walking straight up to Morrison, returning the nod he was given last week from the champ. Spike lifts the mic whilst looking towards the champ.
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Spike Dudley: I sat in the back all night, on the floor, sitting on my ass rocking back and forth, with the only wrestling match I took part in tonight against my own thoughts. I looked at the love of my life, helping my brothers train for the TLC Match after what happened last week. She got on with her business as usual. It got me thinking, should I just let it go what Shibata did to me last week? Should I be the bigger man and just allow him to get away with it. Hey, I did get some kind of revenge when I smacked him across the back with a steel chair but was that really enough? Did Shibata learn his lesson from that? These are all thoughts that went through my head tonight. It is said your greatest enemy is your own mind. I went back and fourth between going after him again or letting him have the benefit of the doubt. Stacy didn't seem too upset but he made me hurt her. He pushed me into it and showed no remorse until I pushed back.
Spike pauses slightly, recounting what happened last week in his mind.
You want to know what outcome I came to? After wrestling so many different scenarios in my mind, I decided I would let him off this time. I have faced Vinny Marseglia myself, I know what that guy is capable of and all I was, was a one off match and he took me to town so I can understand Shibata's reasoning. I myself know what it's like to be so down so deep that you lose yourself. I still don't think I'm the same man since I lost that UWF Championship to Dolph Ziggler back many years ago. He took my Stacy away by giving her a superkick. He took my brothers away by giving the instructions to his boys, AOP to destroy my brothers whilst he held me inside a cell and then, he defeated me inside Hell in A Cell and I haven't even had a look in since all because he destroyed me mentally. If anyone knows what Shibby is going through, it's yours truly Uncle Spike Dudley so I decided I would give him the benefit of the doubt this time. The main reason for this decision is because when he is going through all of this, no one has tried to talk him through it. No one has tried to see it from his side and turn him around so I decided to try and talk to him, try to talk him around to get the real Katsuyori Shibata back. The one that you explained earlier because everyone wants to see him back. I was going to be the man to step up and guide him through......
Spike lowers the mic, taking his free hand and caressing his chin, deep in thought. He turns his head slightly like the old Mike Myers does whilst surveying his victims as he looks towards Morrison once again.
I must admit, I am very very grateful for your help last week. It was my absolute pleasure in teaming with a man I greatly respect and can say with my whole heart that deserves the championship that is hanging over his shoulder. I know you have good intentions but right now, I'll put this in a way you will greatly understand. Right now, you are cutting my grass. I want to be the man that tries to help Shibby get through but you want to be the man that punishes him. You want to be the fighting champion by putting your Title on the line against Shibata at Backlash, hey good on you my man, I know alot of other champions that would just sit back and wait to be told what they are doing. You want to get to him first but what you might not know is Uncle Spike Dudley actually has a guaranteed rematch for his Intercontinental Championship. My plan was to try and help Shibata come to his senses whilst competing for his title. If he wanted to take my advice, I had planned on putting on a wrestling clinic with him. A match that was full of honor and everything that made wrestling great but if he didn't and just through all my help in my face, I wanted to make him pay by taking possibly the only thing that is keeping him from going completely insane. That Intercontinental Title might be the only thing that is holding onto any good he has left in him. I'm willing to help him steer clear of the darkness but I'm also the one that wants to send him the full way if he doesn't want my help. That is why it's Uncle Spike Dudley standing in front of you right now Johnny & not the man you were after and not the man you have thrown the challenge out to. I've come out here Johnny, to ask you respectfully to go after someone else at Backlash. I understand your reasoning, his headbutt wasn't great but at the end of the day, the headbutt you received is because you stuck your nose in something you didn't have to. Put your nose out there again and see who else wants to take a shot at you because if anyone is facing Shibata at Backlash...... IT'S ME.
Spike lowers the mic, looking towards Morrison to see his reaction as........
Gasps elicit from the crowd in attendance. A look of horror is bestowed upon the faces of the fans as they can see The Wrestler slithering into the ring behind the three fan favorites. He has a chair in hand while Taya, Johnny, and Spike remain oblivious to him. The look on his face is robotic as he raises the steel chair over his head to the horrified cries of those in the arena. But suddenly, he stops. The robotic look lessens, and a hint of humanity jumps into Shibata's expression. He lowers the chair as the trio finally turn around, unfolding it and firmly placing onto the canvas. He demands for a mic before taking a seat cross-legged on the chair.
Shibata: Why are you two men so intent on reaching a doomed fate?
Shibata turns to Johnny
Shibata: You are not going to "punish" me...
Shibata turns to Spike
Shibata: And you are not going to "help" me. Now do not misinterpret me, I have no intention to prevent either of you from reaching your doomed fates. I intend to help you reach them.
Shibata now completely turns his attention to Morrison.
Shibata: Johnny, you can rant about morals all you want, but what does that accomplish? Nothing. None of what you said changes what really matters. Bad man or not, I dropped you. My skull went into your nose and you fell. I stood over you. My Intercontinental Championship over your World Championship. It is a symbolic example of the truth, and only the beginning of much more examples. Johnny, I do get to call you a paper champion, I do get to make threats against you and the ones close to you, and I do get to headbutt you in my ring... because I am the real champion around here. I beat a man to win this belt, and I have beat a man to retain it. You did not beat anybody for that belt. You took advantage of a faulty match type and survived to the end of the match. Others did the work for you. You gained that belt in a match of lies. You are a paper champion, and you will be one until the day you defeat the real champion, me, and that is a reality that will never exist. I will face you at Backlash, and I will prove to the world the hard truth I speak.
Shibata completely turns his attention to Spike.
Shibata: Spike, I am not looking for a therapist. I make no excuses for what I do because I am well aware of what I do. You can take that truth and continue to pursue me or you can run away. I do not care. Just know that if you take the former, I will not hold back against you in any way. My intention will be to hurt you, badly. You will become an example. Now, having watched you, I am going to assume you take the former, and that is fine. It has no emotional effect on me, and you are an error on my record that I am given a chance to correct. You deserve an opportunity at the Intercontinental Championship after your valiant performance last week, and you will get it. I will face you at Backlash.
Sounds of confusion emit from the crowd. Shibata wants to face both Morrison... and Dudley?
Shibata:You have not heard incorrectly. My proposal is a 3-way match. Katsuyori Shibata vs Johnny Morrison vs Spike Dudley. I take out two birds with one stone. I end the doomed journey of Spike Dudley, and I restore gold and prestige to a paper championship. I will put the most prestigious championship on the line, so you should have no problem with putting your "world" championship on the line, Johnny.
The fans aren't exactly in the corner of Shibata, but they can't help but applaud the exciting proposition. Shibata emerges from his seat to size up the two men, which is answered by two glares. The 3 men inch closer to each other before...
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd gives off a positive reaction, the once reviled owner now seen in a more positive light. He already has a mic in hand and begins to speak.
EC3: Now this is what I'm talking about! When I first took over Nitro, it was moments like these that made me love this business. An angry champion calling out a challenger. While I usually hate that idea, with what was supposed to be #1 contender Adam Cole on suspension, I'm in need of a new challenger. Now as Spike already mentioned, he's owed an Intercontinental Championship match against Shibata after beating him a month ago. Now while I'm sure everyone wants to see a winner takes all match, I've never been a fan of the whole dual champion thing. That said, I already changed my mind on one of the things I hate, why not try for another. So at Backlash, it'll be johnny Morrison vs Katsuyori Shibata vs Spike Dudley in a winner takes all match! Good luck gentlemen.
EC3 lowers the mic with a big smile on his face as all three men continue to stare at one another, almost daring each other to make a move. It's the Intercontinental Champion who moves first, backing away and leaving the ring. If you look hard enough, you might be able to make out a faint smile on Shibata's face as he walks backwards up the ramp, the other two men not turning their eyes away from him as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Backlash
Winner Takes All
Johnny Morrison(c) vs Katsuyori Shibata(c) vs Spike Dudley
Velveteen Dream vs Minoru Suzuki
Television Championship
Jimmy Havoc(c) vs Curtis Axel
Brock Lesnar vs Rey Mysterio
Ultramantis Black & Sanshiro Takagi vs Roman Reigns & Nia Jax
WALTER vs Braun Strowman vs WARHORSE
Credits
Pac vs Roman - Max
Yano & Ishii vs Skull Club - Leedles
WALTER vs WARHORSE - Bodor
Havoc vs Suzuki - Dresden
Sweet N' Sour vs Monster High - Crann
Dream vs Ultramantis - Danny
