Post by Danny on May 28, 2020 0:31:04 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show! In singles action, Curtis Axel takes on Minoru Suzuki.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be WARHORSE taking on Spike Dudley.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have WALTER colliding with Roman Reigns.
Corey Graves: And Braun Strowman versus Rey Mysterio.
Tom Phillips: In tag team action, Stokely Hathaway has two clients lined up to face The Dudleyz.
Mauro Ranallo: And in a rematch from Backlash, Yano & Ishii go against Monster High, this time with Tag Team Championship implications.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, Brock Lesnar goes for gold as Katsuyori Shibata defends his Intercontinental Championship.
We have a night of wild action but first we... wit a minute... I'm getting a report right now about something happening outside the arena.
It cuts to outside the arena, near the VIP door. The cameraman rushes towards the scene as two figures come into view, incapacitated and lying on the floor. They're security guards, beaten down for trying to guard the entrance.
Mauro: Oh my god! Who did this?
Corey: It's obvious that someone's coming into this arena of their own accord, and they mean trouble for whoever they have their eyes on.
Phillips: I think I'm gonna be sick... who's gonna be attacked and by who?
As the camera man approaches, two letters can be seen, spraypainted in yellow on one of the guards' backs. It's UE.
Corey: Hahaha! It was only a matter of time before they took revenge!
Phillips: Just- take the cameras off that. We don't want to give them exposure.
It fades back to the announce team. They're all wearing a look of concern except Corey who's celebrating on the inside. Mauro begins to speak.
Mauro: We... have no idea where the Undisputed Era are or what they're planning on doing, but we'll be sure to update you as the night goes on. Regardless of any intruders, we still have a night packed with action, and you won't wanna miss what we've got on next.
Revolution heads elsewhere.
As Revolution heads elsewhere, things again head to Simon Dean and Braun Strowman, Simon standing outside of a wrestling ring inside a performance center looking establishment and Braun inside of it.
Simon Dean: Alright, Braun, if you want to beat a luchador like Rey Mysterio, you need to face a luchador.
Braun Strowman: What’s a luchador?
A Mexican masked wrestler.
Well why didn’t you just say that instead of sounding like you’re giving me your Taco Bell order?
What did I tell you about mentioning cheat food?
But the Baja Blast is delicious.
Simon rolls his eyes with a sigh. Then a masked wrestler enters the ring and stands in front of Braun.
Braun, this is Si Racha.
Braun starts laughing.
Your name is Sriracha?
Braun laughs some more.
He’s a local guy, alright? Please try and take this seriously.
Alright but I don’t want any run-ins from Senor Worcestershire.
Si Racha: Senor Worcestershire is a legend, how dare you slander his name!
Si Racha goes for a punch but Braun mows him down with a clothesline. As Si Racha lies there, Simon enters the ring and stands beside Braun.
Well Braun, I’m pretty sure he’s going to be on a liquids only diet for awhile, but that was good preparation for Rey I feel.
But I didn’t even break a sweat.
With all the things you probably just broke in this guy, I’d say you’re okay.
Hear that, Sauce Boy? You aren’t worth my sweat!
Let’s head to the arena.
The two exit the ring as Revolution heads elsewhere.
We cut back to the ring for our next match where Roman Reigns already stands, ready for battle.
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.
VS 
Mauro Ranallo: Another hoss battle for WALTER, who's had many of those since debuting here in the UWF!
Corey Graves: And that, among many other reasons, is why WALTER is going to dominate here.
Tom Phillips: Well let's not get ahead of oursel-
DING DING DING!
Before Tom can say another word, WALTER blasts out of the gate with a humongous leg lariat to the big dog. Roman falls to the canvas as WALTER springs off the ropes for a running senton onto the stomach of Roman. Roman is woozy but quickly makes it up to his feet which allows WALTER to once again bounce off the ropes and and charge towards Roman. Roman tries to catch the ring general with a clothesline but WALTER swiftly ducks and uses his momentum to wrap his hands around the big dog and arch back for a big Österreichischer suplex. WALTER covers!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Corey Graves: What did I tell you tom?
Tom Phillips: I mean he just kicked out, surely that'll give Roman some confidence.
As if on cue, as WALTER picks up Roman by the hair the big dog jams an elbow into the midsection of WALTER. It hunches the Ring General over and Roman continues the assault with a double axe handle to his back. WALTER is on a knee now as Roman runs the ropes. He charges but from a knee WALTER is able to catch the big dog in a powerbomb position! He prepares to slam him to the canvas but Roman hops out of the position last minute and runs off the ropes to blast WALTER with a jumping clothesline! The Ring General doesn't go down though and instead bounces off the ropes so Roman answers with a Superman Punch... but he still doesn't go down. He groggily bounces off the ropes once again so Roman runs the ropes and hits a huge Spear on WALTER! He covers!
Mauro Ranallo: What a physical, dominating combination!
Tom Phillips: What did I tell you Corey?
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Roman looks at the ref with a look of shock on his face. He didn't even get a 2 count with the Spear. He goes back to start hammering down on WALTER, but the ring general is already stood up. He has an absolutely furious expression on his face, like he's disgusted that Roman really thought he could get a 2 count that early, much less beat him. He unloads that anger into a hellacious chop right to the chest of Roman! Not even a vest can hinder the pain that comes from a WALTER chop and Roman shows that in his agonizing cries. Roman looks back at WALTER but he just gets another vicious chop for the gaze that sends the big dog to his knee.
Tom Phillips: I-I don't get it. A spear? One Count?
Corey Graves: Then you don't get WALTER.
Mauro Ranallo: A move such as a spear would've at least gotten a 2 count on the best wrestlers we have. WALTER is inhumane.
WALTER certainly appears to be inhumane as he looks down on Roman with a monstrous and distasteful expression. He wrangles the big dog's head into his giant arm and plants him into the mat with a snap DDT... but that isn't all. WALTER arches back and applies a dragon sleeper! The big dog is in big trouble as his neck is nearly being forced into a breaking point. With every second the horrifying hold get tighter and tighter while WALTER relentlessly wrenches back. Still, Roman persists. Inching closer and closer to the ropes with the massive WALTER on his back. WALTER wrenches the head as hard as he can for a last ditch effort but Roman is able to reach out and grabs the ropes as WALTER releases the hold.
Mauro Ranallo: Good god, it's like he's a gorilla!
Corey Graves: Better than that Mauro, a ring general.
The ring general repeatedly stomps on the back of Roman to make him easier pickings before he hoists him to his feet. WALTER looks to go for a belly to belly suplex but Roman is able to hinder the efforts with a bell clap to the dome, causing WALTER to release. Roman pushes WALTER back into the ropes so he bounces off right into the clutches of Roman, who is able to execute a massive Samoan Drop. The ring general doesn't look too good so Roman lines up for a spear but quickly remembered how that failed last time. So instead, he goes for a different maneuver. He hoists the ring general up and viciously whips him into the turnbuckle. The big dog follows up by lifting all 140 kgs of WALTER up to the top rope and Roman begins to ascend as well. When Roman turns his back to WALTER and grabs both arms it becomes clear what the big dog is looking for, a Super Niagara Driver! WALTER looks to be in dire need here as Roman stands up with the ring general lifted by the arms... but like a cheetah WALTER swiftly escapes and turns around, locking his giant arms around Roman while on the top rope! The ref begins to count the hold so WALTER jumps off the top rope with the big dog in his clutches. The impact is like an earthquake but WALTER is able to keep the hold on! Roman tries to fight but he quickly fades to the Holy WALTER Empire and the ref is forced to call the match.
Tony Chimel: Your winner... Der Ringgeneral!... WALTER!
Mauro Ranallo: What an emphatic victory!
Tom Phillips: I still don't understand how WALTER kicked out at one...
Corey Graves: You'll never understand anything regarding WALTER, Tom.
The fans cheer and Charly Caruso stands there and she speaks
Charly Caruso: Ladies and genetlemaan with me at this time. UWF's number 1 superhero Rey Mysterio.
Fans cheer as Rey pops in the camera and Charly begins to ask a question
Charly Caruso: Rey I got to ask how are you feeling after your match with Brock Lesnar?
Rey Mysterio: I won't lie to you Charly or to the UWF Universe my body isn't 100 percent. Though that isn't an excuse for me. As a hero I am always ready to take on any adversary no matter how big or how small. So Charly, I am not 100 percent but I will be 100 percent ready.
Charly Caruso: What do you think of your opponent tonight Braun Strowman and his trainer Simon Dean? Do you think he proves a challenge tonight?
Rey Mysterio: They keep getting bigger huh Charly? I am excited once again for this match with Braun. I see it as a challenge like I do with anything in that ring, but this one right here after coming off a brutal match with Brock Lesnar now against this man- No take that back this monster, and not monster in a mean way but a monster in a legit way. I have faced legit monsters before. I have seen what they can do but this man. This man is just legit. Is that because of the Simon System or is that just a gift given to him we will see. Though if it was a gift it would be scary. You see people think my size is a curse being so small. Though my size is a gift Charly. I have been able to do more with my size than anybody before me. If you think this is an handicap you're mistaken. This right here is me mastering my skills there is nothing artificial about it. See, Strowman if his is artificial there is plenty of holes in it, but if it is a gift and he mastered it... Well let's just say it is pretty scary.
Charly Caruso: Finally Rey I got to ask about Bray Wyatt what do you think he has planned?
Rey stares in the distance and he is trying to think what to say. Rey finally goes and he speaks
Rey Mysterio: Honestly Rey... Bray from the time I have known him is just a complete wildcard. I don't know what Bray has planned or has in mind. It can be anything. But just know Charly I will be ready for it. When have I not been ready? I stay ready for any threat. Now I'll admit did I lose focus in my match with Brock Lesnar absolutely. I can't keep losing focus like that. I need to take this on one villain at a time. Bray I will find out what he has planned for me, and once I do... Well let's just say like most villains he is going to regret crossing my path. That right there is an guarantee now Charly if you don't mind I have a match to get ready for.
The camera flashes back to life as it shows a close up of Stacy Keiber's face. She is staring down the barrel of the lens as she has a black eye. She doesn't look like she is in the mood to play tonight.
The camera pans out now revealing the whole Dudley clan there and none of them look 100% after their efforts at Backlash. Bubba Dudley has bandages around his head, a plaster on his cheek and tape around his left arm as D-Von has a bruised lip, a plaster on his forehead and tape around his arms & legs whilst Spike is matching with his lovely lady as he has a black eye and a plaster over his nose. He also has tape around his ribs section. 3 of them are dressed in their usual army camo gear. Spike has his usual camo wrestling pants on but his top half attire is different. Spike has an Ikemen jacket on as he places a hand on it. All 4 members are looking straight at the camera, side by side as Stacy steps forward.
Stacy: AT BACKLASH........
Stacy pauses, looking down at the ground before turning her head towards all her boys. Bubba and D-Von make eye contact with her, nodding their head along as they don't look happy. Stacy looks towards Spike, his focus has changed from the camera and he doesn't look towards Stacy. He is in fact, looking down at his jacket at Ikemen's name. Stacy turns back towards the camera and speaks again.
Stacy: WE FAILED!!!!!
Stacy yells this as she storms off out of shot. Bubba and D-Von follow her, looking like they are on a mission as Spike stays there for a little longer, still looking down at his jacket. It's finally time for him to follow his fellow Dudleyvillieans out of shot as the cameras pan somewhere else.
Tony Chimel: The Following contest is sche...
Tony looks confused as he looks down at his microphone that has seemed to die out, he taps on it to try and hear feedback but nothing happens. The titantron lights up suddenly:
We are brought into the Firefly Fun House with the sound of an audience of children clapping, The camera finds Bray Wyatt with his head down, coyly looking up like a dog after being reprimanded.
Bray Wyatt: Hey everyone, and welcome to the Firefly Fun House. I’m so happy ya’ll could join me today but I gotta be honest…I’m feeling a little down in the Firefly Fun House today. *Awwwww* I know, I know, but…awe shucks I just can’t help but feel bad. At Backlash I finally got to open the Fun House up after such a long harrowing journey to fix myself, and would ya believe it? I cost Rey Mysterio his match against that big ole beast Brock Lesnar. *Booo* And Rey…Rey look at me…
Brays tone of voice gets serious for a moment as his eyes focus through the lens of the camera, as if he can see wherever Rey Mysterio is at the moment and knows he wasn’t looking. After the tension builds in that moment of silence his voice goes back to his host style.
I sure do hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I’m sucha big fan of yours and I’d just…well I’d be awfully sad if I had such an inspirational Super Hero like yourself, upset at me. What about you, my Fireflies, have you ever done something to Upset or inadvertently hurt someone else? I know you must’ve felt REAL Bad inside, but fret not because if you’re Truly sorry, then all you can do is hope that person forgives you. And I know, Deep down, lil Rey Rey and I? we’re gonna be Juuuust fine. *yaaay* Yup, because I know Rey a lot more than any of yall might think. I mean now... I know, everything…
Wyatts eyes almost seem to glass over as the camera slowly pans into his face as the Smile on his face is frozen as if he was paused mid-playback.
And in any event, Rey will understand that I had something very important to show him. I was Oh so Excited, everything was ready, but at the last minute…He…changed his mind. It’s his fault that I interrupted ya, and gosh darn it, he couldn’t even be decent enough to come out and meet ya. But now with a good long week for him to get ready…it’s time for Rey to meet him, right…now
As the feed starts to glitch, the picture starts to shake as you can hear the music swelling. After a bit more static, Bray looks down and the camera pans out the feed going back to normal. A small goat puppet very Lazily hops into frame.
Bray Wyatt: Well amigo, what do you have to say for yourself?
Cabrito: Eyy, que te importa?
Bray Wyatt: Now now, no more diddle daddling ya lazy goat. Go on, say Hola to the fireflies and Rey Mysterio.
Cabrito: Pfft, que pasa funhouse. My name es Cabrito y check it out, I know Rey Rey better than anyone. And not as some lame a$$ Super Hero bull, pero the Real Rey Mysterio under all that pomp and flash, el Rey Mysterio que nunca se va murir-
Bray Wyatt: Whoa there little Cabrito, watch El Spicy language in front of my Fireflies.
Cabrito: Chale, whatever vato. I didn’ even wanna come out here.
Cabrito lays his head down on the platform in front of him, seemingly ready to fall asleep.
Cabrito: El punto es, Rey Rey…Yous gotta cut it out with all this straight lace hero stuff. I know that’s your deal, pero we both know it only worked when you had back up. Y I don mean ese burro Cara, or even los gardeners. Without este uno y unico, you visit the hospital more often, you remain an underdog despite el gran historia that is your career. We both know that somos pocos, pero locos, y Lo que nececitas, what you need, is to consider retiring like the rest of your old friends. Siga mi ejemplo, and just stop ese. Y Chale, trust me when I say que se pone mas facil, cuando paras y te retiras.
Bray Wyatt: Oh Cabrito
Bray Wyatt: Since you know him so well, you should realize that Rey Mysterio isn’t one to just give up, he’s the Biggest Little man. He’s a Super Hero, it doesn’t matter if he has to limp around in a Knee brace, he will always come out and give it his all. But Rey, Cabrito here…he cares too much about you to let you keep floundering, that’s why even tho he’s a lazy, foul-mouthed old coot…he came to me asking me to help you like I helped him. That’s why you’re the first friend I’m looking to make around here, because I can set you free. Free of the pain, free of the Challenges and tribulations, Free of ALL that holds you back. Completely, and Utterly...Free…just like all of us are here in the Firefly Fun House. All you have to do Rey...Is Let me in.
Bray holds out an open hand with a big smile on his face, holding that position for a few moments too long before finally he seems to come back to life waving his hand goodbye.
Byyyyye, See ya soon Rey!
The new song hits the soundsystem, but the lighting and pyro act is the same. The fans know who is coming, and they've been waiting to hear from him. Waiting for an apology or some kind of explanation. Waiting for anything at all. As the explosion erupts on the stage and the smoke drifts away, the man emerges from it looking... odd. Shaken. Less confident. The Cosmic Crusader heads right down the ramp with a purpose in his stride. He doesn't high five a single fan. He jogs up the ring steps, and he enters the ring, then crosses it and climbs the turnbuckles before throwing his arm up in that single, defiant pose. Only then does a smile crack across his face as the fans pop for him. But it fades quickly.
Morrison climbs down from the top and collects a microphone offered to him from outside the ring. He turns it on, then turns toward the hard cam, staring right into the lens as he begins to address the UWF audience.
JOHNNY MORRISON
At Backlash, I failed. There's no way around that. The Intergalactic Guru of Greatness was dealt a defeat at the hands of Katsuyori Shibata, and with it, he lost his UWF World's Championship.
Morrison's tone sounds as shaken as he looks. The fans boo the mention of his opponent. Johnny indulges for a moment, but then lifts a hand, shakes his head. He speaks again.
Please, please. While I'm endlessly thankful to have your love and support, do not boo Shibata. He did what any man in his position would have done in a triple threat match. He took advantage of the stipulation and my momentary distraction with Spike to claim victory and become the first-ever double champion in Revolution history. A noteworthy and rare achievement, the kind of thing that happens maybe once in a lifetime. And just as I said when I held the title, even if you don't respect the man, you have to respect the championship. Katsuyori Shibata is your NEW World's Champion, and until he is beaten for that belt, he'll remain so. There's nothing that can be done to change what has already happened.
Morrison shrugs, and the fans sit in an awkward, almost stunned silence. He breathes a bit, almost sighs disappointedly, and then continues.
I wanted, so much, to hold both of those belts, because I knew then that my mission would be so much easier. Since my return I have been clear on my intention to elevate this company to the astronomical height it once held in our industry, in the sport of professional wrestling. But in the lead up to my match at Backlash, I forgot a simple truth: the mind of a champion must, above all else, be humble. Humility is something I allowed myself to forget, something that I allowed to slip away from me after defeating the Great and Devious Ultramantis Black and for that, I paid the price. I lost my UWF World's Championship...
A pregnant pause. Morrison grits his teeth and sighs. Then he continues.
...it's a lesson I won't soon forget. Because from this moment, I'm going to get back to doing what I do best. It wasn't my place to punish Katsuyori Shibata, and it wasn't my place to teach either him or Spike Dudley a lesson I had clearly forgotten. But it is my place to hold that Championship and to elevate this company. That is still my mission. I just have to earn the right to execute it. And that starts now. Tonight. From this very moment, my journey back to the top begins.
Johnny lowers the microphone and the fans pop loudly for him. As Morrison raises his mic to speak once again, cameras pick up three figures darting out of the crowd, each from different parts. It's the Undisputed Era! As Morrison turns to look at Cole, the other two flank from the sides and slide into the ring. Before he knows what hit him, they blindside him, much to the chagrin of the audience. Strong goes high and Fish goes low. Total Elimination! The UE men stand back up, looming over the former world champion.
Phillips: Damnit! No!
Mauro: We saw what they did to those security guards. They mean business.
The Cosmic Crusader tries to scramble back to his feet but is still clearly dazed from the assault. He makes it only to a knee before the third man, Adam Cole, rolls in and hits him in the back of the head with a Last Shot Mark II! He picks up the microphone, tapping it a few times. He stares out at the jeering fans and just... smiles.
Cole: So it seems like you wanted to get rid of us, huh. Carter? Maverick? I know you're watching this somewhere backstage. And I hope you are watching. Because now is the time where we hold you accountable. Someone has to do it. Someone has to curb the billionaire asshole's ego trips. You see, when you cut the head off a hydra, two more take its place. The UE is that hydra. While you may suspend us and hold us down temporarily because we don't fit into your ideal little championship material box, we're about to prove that that was a terrible idea by ending the career of someone who does.
Johnny once again tries to get up, but Fish mounts him and begins pummeling him with closed fist shots. Cole motions to Roderick, and he immediately steps out of the ring and begins searching under the ring. Cole speaks in the mean time, squatting down right beside him and speaking straight to him.
Cole: Johnny boy, you may be laying there, wondering why this is happening to you. Well, to be honest, you're just the wrong man, at the wrong place, at the wrong time. You're the one the Carters chose to adorn with gold and slot into the main event matches just for landing in the right position in Aztec Warfare. You're their perfect little doll, Morrison. And it looks like the greatest stable is gonna have to remind everyone WHY we're the greatest stable... by breaking that doll in two.
Roddy slides a chair into the ring and enters it himself. The Panama City Playboy picks the weapon up, turning it in his hands and chucking. He yells, "Hold him still!" upon which the other two each grab an arm. Cole unfolds the chair and begins wrapping it around Johnny's neck.
Mauro: Someone do something! Adam Cole's looking to pillmanize Morrison!
Corey: Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!
Cole stares at his victim, then at his surroundings, before raising a single leg...
Phillips: You're better than this!
Out of nowhere, Bobby grabs Cole's shoulder and points towards the ramp. Though annoyed at first, Cole turns to see security sprinting down towards them, headed by Taya Valkyrie. They all bail out of the ring and hop over the guardrail, booking it into the crowd before anyone can catch up to them. Taya is the first to enter the ring, kneeling by her husband to make sure he's okay. Security check all throughout the crowd, but the Undisputed Era's long gone. Once the chair is removed from the Intergalactic Guru of Greatness, Taya helps him up slowly, painfully, and gingerly. It fades out with the powerlifter staring out into where the UE were last seen, yelling something that's surely about them failing to get rid of her man. Revolution heads elsewhere once again.
As Revolution continues, Braun Strowman and Simon Dean are seen walking backstage talking.
Simon Dean: So what have we learned?
Braun Strowman: Luchadors are fragile.
What else?
Nothing else, I’m just thinking about putting Rey Mysterio through the ring mat! When I’m dominating him in that ring, he’s going to think I have super powers! And on this great regimen and healthy balance of Simon System products, I pretty much do!
Simon stops suddenly, the smile leaving his face.
What’s wrong?
As Braun stops and looks, he sees Team DDT standing there.
Sanshiro Takagi is on a phone with someone when Ultramantis Black points out the two behind him and he turns around.
Sanshiro Takagi: Oh Ha ha! If it isn't Braun Strowman! Weren't you impressive at the DDT sponsored scouting triple threat match at backlash. Ultramantis and I were just talking about how best to approach you about this. Though he doesn't entirely seem convinced
Ultramantis Black: Keep my name out of this
Sanshiro Takagi laughed patting Ultramantis on the back.
Sanshiro Takagi: Guess he wanted WALTER to win, ah well either way that's wrestling and this is business. You saw what we did to the UWF, and how we have almost done all there is to do here So how about this, a nice shiny DDT Contract you go on the first flight to Japan after your match with Rey and we work out a program from there. You can take your little coach with you as well, though he'd have to pay for his own ticket. Mantis hand me a DDT contract I'm sure I have a pen somewhere.
He reaches into his pocket looking for a pen to get some ink to paper on a DDT contract.
Simon grabs his wrist to both get his attention and stop the search for the pen.
Simon Dean: You may have done a lot of things here in the UWF, but recruiting us into your acquisition won’t be one of them so why don’t you and your client that was smart enough to keep masking his ugly face take a walk and push your agenda elsewhere?
Sanshiro Takagi looks at Simon Dean and slaps the hand away.
Sanshiro Takagi: That is my contract signing wrist.
Ultramantis Black: Mr. Dean, I admit my associate is a bit enthusiastic with his actions, but I will only give this warning once. Do not lay a hand on him again else you will regret it.
There’s a tense stand-off for a moment.
Simon Dean: Let’s go, Braun.
Simon and Braun walk away as Revolution heads elsewhere.
"Alright, Mr-uh *ahem*, Mr. Axel, you should be all set to go."
The scene cuts into a local hospital in St. Louis, a door swinging open as Curtis Axel goes walking out. Sitting outside of where he was being kept in are the usual suspects when it comes to the Son of Perfection: Luke Gallows and Shawn Spears. Spears stands up first, rushing over to Curtis while Gallows follows.
Shawn Spears: "Axel! Dude, we saw what happened on the show, are you alright?"
Curtis Axel: "Wha? How did you guys get to St. Louis so quickly?"
Luke Gallows: "This dumbass steps out of a hospital room after losing blood like that, sees his friends waiting for him, and the first goddamn thing he thinks of is 'how did they get here?'-
Gallows grabs Axel into a big hug, crushing him for a few seconds in the process, before releasing him soon after.
Luke Gallows: "Really though, Axeman, are you okay?"
Curtis Axel: "Okay? I barely remember what happened there! All the doctor told me was that I needed to be put under and something about stitches."
Spears steps forward, putting his hand onto Axel's shoulder.
Shawn Spears: "You really don't remember? He threw nails into you and took a staple gun to your forehead...amongst other places on your body."
Axel's hands instinctively go to his groin, but Gallows just laughs it off.
Luke Gallows: "No, not there man! Come on, they can't show that on Pay-Per-View! But like, I think there were a few he shot at your arms or something?"
At that, Curtis' head tilts, just enough to bring awareness to it.
Curtis Axel: "Wait, Pay-Per-View….."
Like lightning in the sky, it comes back to Axel. His face flushes and all he can see is red as he attempts to charge past Gallows and Spears. He doesn't get anywhere though as they stop him.
Luke Gallows: "Woah Axeman, where are you going? The exit is that way-"
Curtis Axel: "He actually did it...I didn't think he would stoop to that level, but the man actually did it! That...that bastard!"
Shawn Spears: "He did what?"
Curtis Axel: "What do you think?! He disqualified himself, to protect his championship! I was going to win!"
Shawn Spears: "But you did win-"
Curtis Axel: "You know what I mean, smartass! I was going to win, I was going to become the Television Champion! But that...that lowlife, that coward used a dirty trick and...!"
Luke Gallows: "...And?"
Curtis Axel: "Arena."
Both Spears and Gallows look to each other with confusion.
"Where the hell is the next arena?!"
Spears is taken aback by this, even backpedaling when he says that. Gallows, meanwhile, stands his ground.
Luke Gallows: "Wait, Curtis you...you can't wrestle! Not in this condition! Give it at least a week, man!"
Curtis Axel: "No, I have to wrestle. I have to get better, better than Perfect, better than him."
Shawn Spears: "You already are better than him! You completely outwrestled him in that match! It wasn't even a question of who was better!"
Curtis Axel: "Then where the hell is my title?"
For a moment, all three men are silent, before Axel breaks it with a huff as he goes walking off to the exit. Spears and Gallows follow suit.
Shawn Spears: "Wait up, Axel!"
Curtis Axel: "Why should I? I need to get to the arena."
Shawn Spears: "You're in no condition to drive!"
Curtis Axel: "Then one of you drive me there."
Axel continues walking, until Gallows speeds past him and stands in his way.
Luke Gallows: "Curtis, listen to me: what is going to change by you going to the arena and hurting yourself further. That is exactly what Jimmy Havoc wants. It is just another trap he's setting for you, and you're about to walk right into it just like the nails if you don't listen to us."
Axel finally stops, seeming more angry than before.
Curtis Axel: "Fine. If it makes you two happy, then I'll rest for a few days. But as soon as I am completely healed, I am going to wrestle again. I have to fight Jimmy Havoc again...I have to beat Jimmy Havoc. Properly, this time."
Spears and Gallows collectively breath a sigh of relief, Gallows and Spears walking side-by-side with Axel.
Shawn Spears: "Great. Let's get moving then. I'll drive?"
Luke Gallows: "Whatever. Let's just hang out for the day, celebrate Curtis' dismissal from the hospital or something. Maybe drink a few beers?"
Shawn Spears: "Luke that is a terrible idea."
Luke Gallows: "Well what the hell else is there to do? Football season isn't for another, what, 3 months? There's nothing to watch on TV, why can't we drink?"
Shawn Spears: "You really think letting someone who had to be drugged up have alcohol is a smart idea?"
Luke Gallows: "Never said he had to drink. Just said we could maybe crack open a few cold ones…"
They leave the hospital, and a buzz can be heard from Shawn Spears' pocket. Reaching in, Spears grabs a phone.
Shawn Spears: "Oh yeah, Curtis-"
Axel turns around, and is given back his phone by Shawn.
"Mike called you again, but you were still in there so I answered. Guy said he could resume his training in Florida, but said he isn't anywhere near ready for a return to the ring…"
Axel sighs at this, letting his head fall a bit lower than before.
"to me though, guy's probably exaggerating. He always was like that, making stuff seem bigger than it really is. Kind of a model wrestler, in a sense."
Luke Gallows: "Isn't that what made him really good, though? Dude was good at selling stuff...not so much the actual wrestling, but long as he was able to make others look good.."
Shawn Spears: "Hey, give credit to the man. He was champion for a good reason."
Curtis Axel: "Enough about him...this is about my release from the hospital, right? Let's get a move on then!"
With that, and a quick cheer from all three men, they head off towards the parking lot, the scene fading from there...
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
With the sound of a male roar, an intense theme follows as the crowd begins to boo the Simon System advocate. The, “Monster Among Men” makes his way to the ring with Simon Dean by his side with his gym bag full of products.
Chimel: From Sherrills Ford, North Carolina. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Simon Dean. He is the, “Monster Among Men”, Braun Strowman!
Simon remains ringside as Braun climbs up onto the apron and steps over the ropes. He throws his arms into the air with a roar as he then gets ready for the match ahead.
Ranallo: We've seen quite the resurgence in Braun Strowman's career since he adopted the Simon System. He's coming off of a big win in that triple threat match at Backlash, and will now look to topple a former world champion in the UWF for the first time!
Graves: You know what they say about the Simon System, don't ya? Sixty percent of the time, it works every time!
Phillips: That doesn't make sense.
Braun stands statuesque in the far corner, gaze fixated on the entrance ramp while he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Fans in the arena are excited as UWF's resident superhero Rey Mysterio comes out. Mysterio comes out wearing his traditional superhero cape but he ditches it and he throws it to the sde and he makes his way down to the ring.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Mysterio rolls in the ring and he rises to the top rope and raises his hands as flashbulbs hit as he poses on the top rope. Mysterio jumps down and he takes off his shirt ready to stop whatever villain comes his way.
Phillips: Well Mysterio failed to topple Brock Lesnar at Backlash. Despite putting up a valiant effort, in the end it was some foul play from the returning Bray Wyatt that cost him the match.
While the competitors prepare for the bout to come, a quick clip plays on the titantron, recapping the conclusion of Rey's most recent contest, including the video from Wyatt that distracted him. Rey just shakes his head at the titanton. Braun ignores it while Simon gives him some last minute advice.
Graves: I'm sorry - did you see Bray Wyatt actually come down to the ring and get involved? No. Because that didn't happen. If Rey can get distracted by a little technical error like that, then he deserves to lose.
Ranallo: Our resident Superhero will have to put all that to the back burner for now - the challenge in front of him now is going to take all of his effort and focus.
Rey's music fades out. Chimel bails, the Referee makes sure both guys are good to go and then calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
The size difference is immediately made obvious when Mysterio comes out to meet Braun in the center of the ring. With his hands down at his side, the big man looks to be playing some kinda intimidation game, but the UWF's Superhero isn't fazed whatsoever. He marches right out and stands toe to toe with the Monster Among Men. He's half the height but you can't measure heart in inches.
Strowman, callous son of a gun that he is, steps into a big two-hand shove like a bully. He pushes Rey down to the mat with such force that the former International Champ actually slides back a few feet. The crowd collectively gasps, like they all just jumped into some real cold water. But that shock quickly turns into some mad hate. No love lost for the big man. Rey isn't about to let the good citizens of the UWF down, though! He stands right back up, brushes himself off, then comes over and shoves Braun right back!
Graves: Are you kidding me?
Ranallo: It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog, Corey!
Rey doesn't quite get Braun back as far as he just went - but the message hits home. Braun's all like "pfft", not impressed, maybe even a bit offended by the gall of it all. He sends a beef missile of a fist right at the masked man's dome, but strike's out and comes home empty-handed. Rey's already long gone, having ducked said slobberknocker to make a B-line for the ropes. With a single leap, Rey jumps on to the second and bounces right back, coming at Strowman with a flying crossbody just as the big man is rotating around. Rey finds his target, having no trouble applying that veteran ring sense to know exactly where he's aiming with needing to look before hand. It's all for not, though, when the Student of the Simon System catches him in mid-air.
Phillips: Oh my goodness!
Ranallo: An inhuman feat of strength from the Monster Among Men!
With as little effort as you or I might put into lifting a sack of potatoes, Braun hoists Rey up on to that broad shoulder of his, eager to cap things off early with a Running Powerslam. Mysterio retaliates, grabbing, wrapping his arm around Brock's face when he gets sent over and using that position and the momentum to counter with a Reverse DDT! The sudden shift in weight and speed of it all catches Strowman totally unawares, and does the trick. Rey fells the mighty oak like a Californian lumberjack, dropping him on the back of his head with the stunning maneuver! The people pop, just as surprised as Braun. On the outside, Simon has absolutely lost his cool, but the Ultimate Underdog ignores him as he goes for the cover...
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Braun powers out at two, emphatically shoving Mysterio off, flinging him up into the air with a mighty press. Unsurprisingly, the dynamic and agile superstar sticks the landing, and just as soon as those feet hit the ground, they're off to the races! Sprinting full speed to the ropes, Rey once again takes off from the middle one, this time stunting with a Lionsault to land flush on top of Braun before the Giant can even get up!
Ranallo: Rey is using his speed and unique moveset to eliminate the significant advantage Braun possesses in size-difference! It's how he beat Iizuka and it almost won him the match against Lesnar last Sunday.
Phillips: Will it be enough to win him the match right now?
Rey stays on top of Braun and calls for the count. The Official slides in to do just that...
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Bruan shoves him off again! The crowd hates to see it, but that's how she goes, bud. Once again Rey looks to keep his pace up, but Simon's pleas from the outside find Braun's attention, and before Mysterio can get going, Strowman reaches out and grabs a leg. Rey face plants, Braun stands, takes the other leg too and then just giant swings the dude into the nearest turnbuckle.
The luchador's body rattles the stiff steel, shaking the ropes and the foundations of the squared circle. He bounces off, holding his spine in pain, trying to find some breath after having so much air just knocked out of his lungs. Braun doesn't give him any time, though, before charging at him like a runaway freight train. The big man sandwiches Rey into the buckle with something kinda like a Stinger Splash, leaving him dilapidated.
Strowman doesn't let him fall. He props Rey up against the intersecting ropes and feeds a couple of stiff shots into his tummy, almost like he's hitting a heavy bag in Simon's gym. Dean offers his approval from nearby, egging his monstrosity on in that unmistakable smug tone.
Phillips: That Simon Dean is insufferable. How could anyone want to subscribe to the Simon System?
Graves: How can you argue with the results? Just look at what Strowman is doing in there!
After another few big punches, Braun grabs Rey by the back of the head and just kinda tosses him down to the ground. He kneels down next to him and makes a simple cover, just draping himself over his opponent, not even bother to hook a leg. The Ref counts it...
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Rey kicks out at a deep two! The fans breath a sigh of relief. But their boy is in rough shape. First Shibata, then Lesnar, and now this. The injuries are starting to stack up. It doesn't look like Mysterio has much fight left in him and Strowman is a shark smelling blood in the water. The humongous brute kneels over the other man, grumbling some undoubtedly condescending words down at him before prying his battered body up off the canvas.
Once again, Strowman goes for the Running Powerslam. A vigorous amount of wriggling frees Rey from his grip, and while he is unable to find a counter this time, Mysterio doesn't manage to get some distance when he breaks free from Strowman's hold. It's enough.
Ranallo: Strowman was about to seal the deal with that Powerslam.
Phillips: Rey needs to get back to sticking and moving. He can't afford to let Brauw get those hands... on him... again.
Graves: Nice... idiot.
As usual, Rey uses the ropes for the assist, this time building up some momentum with that elastic boost to come at Braun with hopes of hitting a Hurricanrana. Defying gravity, Myserio gets himself up high enough to wrap his legs up around Strowman's head. Seated on his shoulders, the Superhero looks to twist his weight around to bring the giant down. But now it's Braun's turn to counter, and before Mysterio can make good, he is planted with a huge powerbomb!
The splat echoes around the arena and the crowd goes quiet, certain it's all over. To make matters even worse, Braun holds on, deadlifts Mysterio up and then powerbombs him all over again! With Rey folded up like a lawn chair, Braun stays on top to effectively make the cover...
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Rey kicks out! Amazing!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA! The spirit of the UWF's Superhero is undeniable!
Graves: That was a slow count!
Simon Dean shares the same sentiment as he jumps on to the apron to dispute the count with the Official. The third man is steadfast, standing by his call, and threatens to throw Dean out if he doesn't chill. This draws the ire of Strowman, who is also pretty shocked he didn't just close things up. He stands and bellows at the Ref, who goes a terrified shade of white. All of his fears dissipate, however, when that sneaky Luchador capitalizes on the distraction to roll up Braun from behind! It's a cover! The Ref counts it...
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No! Braun kicks out! Rey wasn't able to get enough leverage. Strowman thrashes around like a maniac, trying to figure out what the heck is going on. Mysterio somehow finds the strength to spoil all that with a dropkick to the back. The big fella gets shot into the ropes, landing perfectly in place on the one betwixt the others. Not wasting any time with a full run up, Mysterio hits what can only be described as a snap 619, taking maybe three steps before swinging himself through the ropes to land his signature maneuver.
It might not be the usual, but it still draws a huge pop from the people and does enough to take Braun out. Dean is beside himself. Mysterio stumbles towards the turnbuckle, looking to climb high and put on the finishing touches. He stumbles his footing a bit, looking down trying to get his footing. Once he does, he lifts his head to find his target when his gaze looks up further and even through his mask he is noticeably confused.
Ranallo: Rey Mysterio looking for the final exclamation point
Phillips: Wait, is that..
The feed cuts to the hard cam showing someone just standing in the ring all of a sudden, head down facing the turnbuckle opposite Mysterio. With everyones focus on Rey it's as if he appeared out of thin air, Rey is transfixed as after the initial surprise you can tell that it's Bray Wyatt. Mysterio hops off the top rope, walking over to Wyatt. Almost as if he's unsure whether to strike or not as Wyatt is just standing there with his back to him, even the referee doesn't seem what to make of this.
Phillips: That's Bray Wyatt, but why is he-
In the blink of an eye Bray comes to life, twirling around hooking Reys head under his arm for Sister Abigail. Wyatt has a crazed laughing look on his face as he holds Rey in position, The referee yelling at him that he'll disqualify him. Rey is totally caught off guard but starts to try and hit his way out of it but it seems to be to no avail, Bray leans over and kisses his forehead. Lifting his arm to swing him down to his face, when all of a sudden the lights all go out with a loud thud.
Graves: What the hell is going on now?!
The lights come back to life, showing Bray Wyatt has completely disappeared. Rey Mysterio is on his back, as if Wyatt just dematerialized and Rey fell straight down. He scrambles up to his feet, looking around to try and find where Bray went. And in the confusion, Strowman stands up straight and scoops Rey up onto his shoulder in one smooth motion hitting him with a big Powerslam in the middle of the ring and hooking the leg.
1...
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3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
BRAUN STROWMAN
The crowd immediately boo as Strowman stands up and lifts his arms up with a mighty roar as Simon Dean is jumping up and down at ringside in celebration. Strowman steps over the top rope and hops down at ringside and immediately Dean leaps up towards him getting caught with one arm as the purveyor of the Simon System lifts his hand up in the air, pointing down at the Monster holding him up showing the success he is.
Graves: Oh what a feel good moment, look at what the Simon System can do for you.
Ranallo: The Sinister Bray Wyatt has once again cost Rey Mysterio, and as a result the Monstrous Braun Strowman continues his monstrous momentum.
As Strowman and Simon take their leave, Rey is stirring in the ring arching his back in pain and turning to his side.
The titantron lights up with the Funhouse intro, and on screen is Bray Wyatt waving.
Bray Wyatt: Hola mi amigo, Oop, I said Hola Amigo! Wakey wakey Rey Rey, I'm sure that hurt a whole helluva lot but I need you to listen up real close. Cause gee, I'm sorry that this happened again with costing ya your big win against a big meanie. Honestly,
Wyatt looks to his right and then to his left before he crosses his heart with his finger with cartoon marker on a whiteboard sound effect, Rey has pulled himself slowly with the ropes staring up at the tron in anger.
That was not my intention at all. I mean, I'm here to HELP you but with all my excitement...Well I just keep bungling it all up and I just feel Terri-Bley about it. See now that we're friends, I wanted to show you tonight that no matter where you are or whatever your doing. I can be there for you, we are now connected and that's because I wanna save you from yourself. But I understand, you seem upset. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you soon. I need you to stick with it, because if you stray away...I can't be held responsible for what happens then. So while you stand there, all huffy and puffy, stirring in your quest for justice with anger, You need to recognize the choice before you. All you have to do, is Let Me In. But if you choose to fight your own destiny as I see it, welp...at that point the only option available to you will be to-
The feed on the titantron starts to glitch and go into static, Everyones attention on the tron once the static begins it goes back to the ring where Rey is standing. Seemingly out of nowhere, Bray Wyatt steps into frame right back Rey Mysterio in the ring shouting to the back of his ear "RUN!". Rey is startled, and immediately throws his arm back to strike. The moment his elbow is about to hit Wyatt the lights once again go out, after a few brief moments they come back on and Rey is once again alone in the ring. Bray Wyatts laughter begins to echo out over the PA system, Rey Mysterio looking around with clenched fist ready to fight as we move on with the show.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Renee Young is shown walking down the hallway when a commotion catches her attention. Raised voices reverberate down the cold, concrete corridors and shortly thereafter, a parade of uniformed shipper-receiver types brush past her, trollying off some crates. Larry Sweeney storms after them, fist raised in the air as he splits his lungs with blood and thunder.
Sweeney: Yeah that's right! Run away, cowards! Ha! Hows about you wheel those cute little buggies around and show me that paperwork again, huh? Yeah I'd like to have my lawers give that chicken scratch a once-over, that's for sure!
Renee just stands back to observe, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Sweeney: How's about the Grinch Who Stole Christmas? You ever read that one?!?! Well the spirit of Sweet n' Sour Incorporated isn't in boxes or packages or bags neither, ya schumcks! You can take our merchandise and brand paraphernalia, but you'll never take our freedom! You tell Tammy that this ain't over!
His tirade falls on deaf ears. The crew is already long gone. Larry stands there in the hall for a moment, some part of him hoping they'll come back. When it's obvious that they aren't, Young, a consummate professional, starts asking questions.
Young: What was all that about, Larry?
Sweeney has since pulled out his phone and furiously started to slam out a text. A despondent Kyle O'Reilly joins them to answer.
KO'R: Those were the guys from Gatorade. They were just here to take back all the Gatorade stuff. The shirts. The banners. Even the empty bottles from Mount Gatorade. Ya know... now that we lost the sponsorship...
Sweeney: Not to worry, Kyle! I'm eviscerating them on Yelp as we speak!
Young: Hmmm. Welp, good luck with all of whatever that is.
She turns to leave and Larry shouts after her, too.
Sweeney: This is the Scluise of a lifetime, Young! What we've got here could take these pigs down! Gatoradegate! The story's all yours! We're free for interview! Renee! Ah, she's gone. Her loss.
Larry pockets his phone and turns to Kyle, who's head is bowed in total defeat. This was the final straw. He's lost all there is to lose. He can just barely be heard mumbling...
KO'R: Don't cry at work... don't cry at work... come on Kyle, don't you dare cry at work...
Seeing his pal in such dire straights, Mr. 12 Large adopts a much more sincere and empathetic candor than usual and places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Sweeney: Hey, don't sweat it buddy! What goes down must come up! Yeah, we're in a bit of a rut here, but give it a couple weeks. Just you wait and see. Once the Sweet n' Sour Express gets back on track and we're on top o' the world again, Gatorade'll be begging for us to take them back! And then? Ha! We'll gut the suckers! We'll get 'em in a bidding war against Powerade! That'll learn 'em! Ahahaha!
Unhelpful. Kyle is still downtrodden as all heck.
Sweeney: Ah, come on! Chin up, Kyle! What say we have us a night on the town, huh? We're not booked on the show. So how about it? Boy's night out! Haha! Something to take our minds off these hard times!
Kyle sniffs his nose and rubs his teary eyes with the back of his wrist and finally looks up, a shallow glimmer of hope barely breaking through in his voice.
KO'R: You mean like... like hanging out all night?
Sweeney: Ha! You betcha! Some fine dining, and then a limo straight to the hottest club in town and after that -
KO'R: Like you mean a sleepover?
Sweeney: Haha! Yeah a slee - wait, what?
KO'R: Like a slumber party, just us guys?
Sweeney: Well that's not exactly what I -
KO'R: Yeah... yeah... that would actually help out a lot right now I think.
Great friend that he is, Larry grits his teeth and smiles and acquiesces.
Sweeney: Alright. Yes. Good. Great. Yep. We'll uh... we'll have us a sleepover... just like the good ol' days.
Kyle's mood immediately turns around. That sure did the trick.
KO'R: Oh man! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! I can't wait to show you my room! Dude! I have soooooooo many SNES games. You're gonna flip the frick out. Dude. You. Me. Street Fighter 2 Turbo all effing night! I'm gonna call Granna O'Reilly right now and tell her to break out the good snack mix!
Sweeney: ... "Granna"?
KO'R: Yeah! Red-bag Munchies are the best kinds cause they have Fritos but we save them for special nights. But shoot, if this isn't a special night, I don't know what is.
Sweeney: No argument from me on that count.
KO'R: Alright! Lets get outta here!
Sweeney's reluctance is palpable, but Kyle's totally oblivious. Still, Larry keeps on sporting that grin as he follows Kyle back down the hall.
Sweeney: Just no gay stuff, right?
Revolution continues elsewhere!
THE SCENE OPENS LIKE A TANK ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON… WHATEVER THAT MEANS. AND WE SEE THE WARHORSE, GETTING AIDED ON A BENCH PRESS IN A PLANET FITNESS. THE PEOPLE ARE REALLY CONFUSED, SEEING THIS DUO IN THE GYM. THE MACHISMO IS OFF THE SCALE BROTHER.
WARHORSE PUTS THE WEIGHT ON THE REST, AND LUNGES FORWARD, SITTING UP. HE THEN TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT WARRIOR.
WARHORSE: BROTHER YOU GONNA APOLOGISE FOR THAT SHITTY ADVICE FOR THE PAY PER VIEW?
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, YOU CALLED THE WARRIOR DOWN HERE BROTHER JUST SO YOU CAN TRY AND GUILT TRIP HIM INTO AN APOLOGY.
WARHORSE: well I wouldn’t if I DIDN’T FUCKING LOSE YOU OLD ASS APE.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: I SHOULDA DROPPED THE WEIGHT ON YOU BROTHER, YOU’RE SO DAMN FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL.
WARHORSE: COMING FROM YOU?
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR PAUSES AS HE QUESTIONS HIS WHOLEASS LIFE FOR A SECOND, AND DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT LEAD HIM UP TO THIS POINT WITH THIS MAN.
BROTHER, YOU WAS DEAD UNTIL LIKE A MONTH AGO.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: I WAS ALIVE LONGER THAN THAT, SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH YOU PIECE OF SHIT. ANYWAY, YOU DIDN’T LOSE, YOU JUST DIDN’T WIN.
WARHORSE: WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: BROTHER, IF YOU DON’T KNOW THAT BY NOW, I DON’T THINK YOU EVER WILL.
WARHORSE: STOP BEING SO MYSTERIOUS YOU OLD, RACIST ASS PIECE OF SHIT ANSWER MY QUESTION. WHAT. IS. THE. DIFFERENCE?
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: IF I WAS IN MY PRIME I’D WHIP YOUR GODDAMN ASS WITH THIS POLE.
WARHORSE: SOUNDS EROTIC BUT OK. I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY THOUGH OLD MAN.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: I AM NOT IN MY PRIME. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOSING AND NOT WINNING IS THAT ONE IS NOT LOSING.
WARHORSE: THAT DOESN’T HELP AT FUCKING ALL CAPTAIN OBVIOUS.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: YOU HAVE TO MOVE ON FROM IT BROTHER, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER MATCH, ANOTHER PAY CHEQUE.
WARHORSE: YEAH WHATEVER.
WARHORSE GOES BACK DOWN ON THE BENCH AND WARRIOR LIFTS IT INTO WARHORSE’S HANDS, COMPLETING A REP, AND THEN GOING FOR ANOTHER ONE, AND A THIRD.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: RENEE IS HOT SHE GOT A PUSSY?
WARHORSE SUDDENLY JOLTS UP, SLAMMING THE WEIGHT BACK ONTO THE REST, AND LOOKING AROUND IN COMPLETE CONFUSION.
WARHORSE: WHAT FUCKING QUESTION IS THAT OLD MAN.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: I WAS JUST WEIGHING UP MY CHANCES.
WARHORSE: LOOK, PAL, YOU AIN’T GOT NONE. LIKE THE FORMER STYLES MAN.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: WHO?
WARHORSE: LOOK, IT DOESN’T MATTER. NOT ONE BIT. JUST LIKE AT LEAST TRANSITION INTO SHIT LIKE THAT WHEN YOU PLAN TO SPLURGE IT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: YEAH WHATEVER.
WARHORSE: IT JUST AIN’T COOL, ESPECIALLY IN THIS DAY AND AGE.
WARRIOR SULKS AS HE CAN’T BE SEXIST ON TELEVISION HE’S BEEN SCREWED OUT OF ONE OF HIS 3 MAIN LIFE PURPOSES.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: SOCIETY. WE LIVE IN IT.
WARHORSE: LOOK, MAN, I’M PRETTY SURE SHE’S TAKEN ANYWAY.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: I SAID WHATEVER ARE YOU DEAF OR STUPID BROTHER.
WARHORSE: SHUT UP YOU DEAD PIECE OF SHIT.
Out of nowhere, suddenly an employee of Planet Fitness walks up to the bench press in which Warhorse is doing his reps on and then walks in their eye line to catch their attention.
Planet Fitness Employee: Hey man, I totally understand if you need to psyche yourself up but could you keep the noise down?
WARHORSE: WHAT DO YOU MEAN PSYCHE MYSELF UP? I’M JUST HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH THIS PIECE OF SHIT OVER HE-
WARHORSE TURNS AROUND TO GESTURE TOWARDS WARRIOR BUT SUDDENLY HE’S NOT THERE. WARHORSE PAUSES IN SHOCK.
Planet Fitness Employee: There’s nobody there to have a conversation with, man.
WARHORSE: NO SHIT… I SEE THAT. THANKS FOR THE TALK MAN, I’VE GOTTA GET GOING, GOT A MATCH WITH A MIDGET TO MENTALLY PREPARE FOR.
Planet Fitness Employee: You talking to them or me?
WARHORSE: ...you.
WARHORSE WALKS OFF, SEEMINGLY VERY CONFUSED ON THIS REVELATION THAT THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR MIGHT JUST BE IN HIS HEAD.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Journey hit plays and Stokely Hathaway walks out in one of his finest suits. He waits as [insert clients name] walks up to him. He gives his client some advice and [insert name] get to the ring while Stokely just talks trash to anyone and everyone who would listen.
Once in the ring Cheeseburger flexes to the crowd as the Beer City Bruiser stretches using the ropes and Stokely delicately gets into the ring. Once in Stokely gives Chimel a glare.
Tony Chimel:” Accompanying Cheeseburger and the Beer City Bruiser, and representing Hathaway Enterprises he is Stokely Hathaway! And his clients the Beer City Bruiser and Cheeseburger!”
Stokely laughs with Cheeseburger as he heads to ringside and Cheeseburger to the apron, leaving the Bruiser to start things off for his team.
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 3 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba whilst Stacy just stands in the middle of them.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!
Stacy points towards the ring as both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign as Stacy just walks around the ring, staying outside as she is ready for this match.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and the Beer City Bruiser lumbers right across the ring to tie Devon Dudley up collar-and-elbow style. But Devon's not interested and as the Bruiser tries to grapple him, he slips under and behind, giving the Bruiser a shove into the Dudley corner. As the Bruiser stumbles forward, he throws up an elbow that actually catches Bubba on the jaw from where he's standing on the apron, causing him to wobble a bit but not fall. The fans boo, in spite of the fact that the blow was accidental. Devon, meanwhile, turns the Bruiser around and Irish whips him into the other corner. As the Bruiser hits it, he stumbles back out, bracing his back; Devon runs right at him and takes him to the canvas with a corkscrew shoulder block, then pops up to a modest pop from the crowd. He's quick to move on the Beer City Bruiser, but the Bruiser is also quick to lumber back to his feet and as Devon closes in on him, he catches a stiff European uppercut for the effort. Devon stumbles toward the ropes, but rebounds off of them right into a Lou Thesz press, then drives some hard punches to the Bruiser's face as the fans count the blows!
Tom Phillips: We're moments into this match and so far Devon Dudley has been showing his veteran expertise against Stokely Hathaway's latest acquired talent in the Beer City Bruiser.
Corey Graves: I feel sorry for a guy like Hathaway. You can tell he has all the management skill in the world, but he keeps landing losers like this to represent. In a fair world, he'd be representing the Dudley Boyz, not Stacy.
Mauro Ranallo: Well like it or not, these are the men Stokely must work with and I hope they have more to give than they have so far, or he's going to stay in the loser's club.
Devon pulls the Bruiser up to his vertical base as the Dudley brother finds his own feet, then sends him off the rope once again. This time, the Bruiser comes looking with a lariat, but Devon ducks under and catches his head, dropping him with a quick neckbreaker! The fans are really buzzing for Devon now as he gets back to his feet and shouts out a battle cry, then runs the ropes and comes back with a big leg drop before spinning into a cover.
1...
2...
...NO!
The Bruiser kicks out! Devon gets to his feet, bringing the Bruiser up by the hair, but he breaks free with a swat of the arm, then smashes Devon with a headbutt! The Dudley staggers backward a half-step before coming right back with a headbutt of his own! The Bruiser, this time, staggers back before coming back with another headbutt, this time to the sternum! Devon is momentarily winded and that gives the Bruiser a window to Irish whip him into the Hathaway Enterprises corner, running in behind to hit a body avalanche as he makes the tag to Cheeseburger.
Graves: And now the Bruiser has tagged in... oh, come on, Cheeseburger? Who is even coming up with these names?
Ranallo: Almost makes you long for a smart and timely pop cultural reference, doesn't it?
As Bruiser steps out of the ring, Cheeseburger hops over the ropes and runs to the opposite side, then comes back with a shotgun dropkick to Devon's chest! The Dudley falls to a seated position as Cheeseburger moves in and starts throwing rapid punches at Devon's face, trying to capitalize. Devon throws up a guard so Cheeseburger pulls him to his feet, but then Devon gives him a shove and Cheeseburger falls onto his arse, rolling backward and right back to his feet before running right back at the Dudley and leaping into a forearm smash. Devon falls back into the corner as Cheeseburger again hits the ropes and comes back looking, but Devon steps up and grabs Cheeseburger, flapjacking him into the top turnbuckle of his team's own corner! Cheeseburger practically collapses into the corner, but Devon grabs him by the collar and hauls him up before performing a simple Biel throw to toss Cheeseburger toward the Dudleyz' corner. Devon then tags in Bubba.
Phillips: And now here comes Bubba Dudley!
Graves: Oh God, Ref'! Don't let him in the ring! He's going to eat the 'burger!
Bubba enters the ring and runs right at Cheeseburger's prone body, dropping on to him with a senton and staying on for the cover. Unfortunately, the referee is distracted at ringside as Stokely Hathaway is shouting at him about something. As Bubba gets to his feet, he moves to curse Stokely out but then Cheeseburger lowblows him between the legs and pulls him into a roll-up! Stokely shouts at the ref and points at the cover attempt and the official turns around and counts!
Ranallo: Unbelievable! What a shameful display from Cheeseburger of Hathaway Enterprises!
Graves: He's doing what it takes to win. I actually respect the kid a little bit now.
1...
2...
...NO!
The fans pop as Bubba practically benches Cheeseburger off of himself, flinging him a foot through the air. Cheeseburger lands in a roll and kips up as Bubba sits up, only to be mowed back down with a running knee to the face! Cheeseburger hops on again for the cover, but doesn't even get the one-count this time! Cheeseburger quickly rolls to his corner and tags in the Beer City Bruiser. The big man enters the ring and stares down Bubba, then unloads with an ugly-ass chop to the chest. The blow lands like the thud of an axe into a tree trunk, but Bruiser winds back and delivers another. In response to the second chop, Bubba comes back with one of his own. The Bruiser no-sells the chop, but goes back to the drawing board with his own chop. Bubba comes back in kind. This back-and-forth exchange goes on for about three minutes with the fans shouting "ooh!" after every chop before finally Bubba gets sick of playing games and unloads a jab to BCB's jaw. The Bruiser's a big man, but he must have a glass jaw as he reels from the blow. Bubba follows up with another, then another, then rolls his hands together and brings the right arm up for a big ol' bionic elbow that drops the Bruiser onto his back! Bubba then shouts as he leaps into the air and delivers a headbutt to the chest! Bruiser thrashes around for a second, but is quickly unable to do so as Bubba gets back to his feet and grabs the Bruiser's ankles while standing over his head, lifting the legs up and shouting "Whazzup!" Devon, on the top rope, responds with a "Whazzup!" of his own, then leaps off and delivers a diving headbutt to the Bruiser's groin! The fans pop as the referee chastises Devon!
Graves: Oh come on, Ref, you're going to allow that blatant low blow to happen without the simplest of punishments?
Phillips: He is giving Devon a talking-to.
Graves: Forget talking to him, DQ him!
Stokely is arguing for the same thing with the official as Bubba hauls the Bruiser up, but the BCB shoves him into the ropes and as Bubba rebounds he does so into a lariat! The Bruiser falls back to his corner and tags in Cheeseburger, who is already halfway up to the top himself, and as Cheeseburger gets there he shouts "Whazzup!" himself in mockery of Devon before coming off the top with a moonsault! Cheeseburger hooks the leg as the official turns to make the count!
1...
2...
...NO!
Bubba kicks out with authority as Cheeseburger rolls under the ropes to the apron. Bubba slowly gets to his feet and Cheeseburger leaps onto the top rope, then springboards off of it only to be caught by Bubba, who quickly spins and drops Cheeseburger with a scoop powerslam! The fans grimace at the impact as Bubba plants Cheeseburger with authority, but then Bubba gets right back up and pulls Cheeseburger into position before lifting him onto the shoulders and dropping him with the Bubba Bomb! The fans count with the official as Bubba sits out in the cover attempt and Devon enters the ring to chase the Bruiser off...
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
THE DUDLEY BOYZ!
Phillips: In what would best be described as a quick tune-up after their disappointing loss at Backlash, the Dudley Boys have dispatched with the latest talents from Hathaway Enterprises.
Graves: I can't believe the official allowed that blatant low blow! Favoritism!
Ranallo: All is fair in love and in wrestling, Corey!
As Stacy enters the ring to cheer with her Boyz, Stokely just walks out on his clients, who are left looking to each other for support as the feed moves along.
Havoc looks frustrated with the disparity between the two mens wrestling ability, Havoc rolls out of the ring holding his neck and back as Axel looks on. Havoc walks over to the time keepers area where he forcefully takes his tv title from the crew. Axel having none of it makes his way out of the ring before ripping the title from his hands. Axel throws the title into the ring away from Havoc he is hunched over the barricade. Axel goes to turn the man around as Havoc unleashes a bag of nails right into the face of Axel…
Axel is blinded by the raining nails as the referee has no choice but to call for the bell as Havoc has a huge smile on his face as his plan to lure Axel has worked…
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Curtis Axel!
Axel is blinded by the raining nails as the referee has no choice but to call for the bell as Havoc has a huge smile on his face as his plan to lure Axel has worked…
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Disqualification, Curtis Axel!
Havoc smiles as he wipes the blood off his forearm before making his way over to the title, He lifts up Axels head to make sure he gets a good look at the title before smothering his face into the plate. Havoc lets go as he raises the title to all those in attendance blood staining the prestigious belts front plate. Havocs music begins to ring throughout the arena as the crew scramble to remove the staples and check on Axel as Havoc stands over eyeing his master piece.
"Congratulations Havoc...you actually did it. You won."
The scene fades into Curtis Axel, his forehead stitched up from the attack on Sunday.
"No, you didn't beat me, no the referee didn't raise your hand at the end of the night...but you won. You actually stopped the falling axe."
"Or at least, it is what you want to believe."
Axel scowls as the camera zooms in to get a good look at the stitches on his forehead.
"The doctor said I needed a total of 15 stitches here. Not total, just where you're seeing it right now. There's some scattered about elsewhere as well, but that number is not what is important."
The camera zooms back out to its original angle.
"Jimmy...I was only being half-serious when I told Mike that the worst case scenario was you disqualifying yourself. I had some faith, the tiniest shred of hope in you not as a wrestler but as a person, that you would wrestle that match to its natural conclusion regardless of how it ended. But you took that faith and threw it just like you threw those nails into my face. You decided that protecting your championship was more important than having the respect of a man who is, without a shadow of a doubt, your superior. You thought that, if you could just dodge the axe, that you could proudly proclaim that you not only survived but that you were able to stop the descent of the mighty axe. In other words…you took the coward's way out, Jimmy."
"Yes, you lived to fight another day, but what is the point of living when you are in constant fear for your life? This isn't some mafia movie where you get to go under Witness Protection and be saved, this is professional wrestling and there is no saving you from the axe’s swing. I don’t care who you put in front of you, I don’t care what you say, you are a marked man Jimmy.”
Axel then stops for a second, actually seeming to calm down a tad.
”You all know the saying ‘an eye for an eye only ends up making the world blind’, right? You probably think that is your saving grace. You probably think that, because of what you did to me, that this whole thing is over right?”
Axel chuckles at that note, giving it a few moments before responding to himself.
”You’ll get an answer to that. Not tonight, but soon enough.”
With that, Axel just chuckle softly again as the camera goes to the next scene...
The scene fades to a dark background with a bit of purple lighting. A figure walks from the side and stops in front of the camera. He turns to face it before lifting the camera up and setting it in a better and higher position revealing that it's the Velveteen Dream. His glasses mask his eyes as his face has no expression as he finally sets the camera the way he wants. He takes a sigh as he begins to speak.
Velveteen Dream: They said the Dream couldn't do it. They said the Dream was past his prime, that the Dream couldn't hang with the best of them anymore. The betting odds, the dirt sheets, the Internet smarks all believed that the Experience was over. The YouTube comments, the Tweeters, the Instagram comments, they all said the Dream was a relic of the past. They thought the Dream was two feet out the door…
Dream lingers on the last of his words as he nods and a slight smirk.
Velveteen Dream: Hmph. You know, all that negativity began to sound true to the Dream. The doubt began to set in the Dream's mind; the supposed fans turned disbelievers hurt the Dream's core...
The Dream's smirk turns wide and genuine.
Velveteen Dream: Now, you must imagine how the Dream felt when he beat Suzuki and proved every single one of you fake fans wrong. The Velveteen Dream Experience should never be doubted. The Dream is BACK. The Dream got his mojo back and this is the beginning of a NEW ERA for the Velveteen Dream. All thanks to some sound advice from the Dream's prodigy, Lio. Your opinions? Don't matter. Cause at the end of the day, the Dream has an intoxicating charisma that you'll love me no matter what! Even if you boo on the outside, the Dream knows you're rooting for the Velveteen Dream deep down on the inside, whether you admit it or not.
Velveteen Dream: Suzuki, the Dream beat you. Admit it, the Dream outsmarted you. You can make the claims for a rematch, that's all fine, but the Dream is done with you unless you choose to continue to be a hindrance to the Dream. The Dream treated you kindly and caught the fly to let it out the door. Don't make the Dream regret not squashing the fly, or you'll regret it.
Dream looks off camera and calls for Lio. Lio then walks into camera shot.
Velveteen Dream: Lio, what's on the agenda for the Velveteen Dream?
Lio Rush: Well, since Backlash, it appears that you're all cleared up to do whatever you so please.
Velveteen Dream: So you would say it might be time to get back in line for championship gold?
Lio Rush: Damn straight.
Velveteen Dream: And who are the current champs?
Lio Rush: TV champ: Jimmy Havoc. Intercontinental: Shibata, but after this week, potentially Brock Lesnar. UWF Champion: Shibata.
Velveteen Dream: Wait, how does Shibata have two titles?
Lio Rush: He was in a Triple Threat for both the UWF and Intercontinental championship.
Dream has a face of surprise.
Velveteen Dream: This is news to the Dream. Who--who was the third man?
Lio Rush: Spike Dudley.
Velveteen Dream: EC3 let's Hornswoggle taller brother in a UWF Championship match before the Velveteen Dream, why is the Dream not surprised... Well, Suzuki, the Dream has a line to get in and championship gold is his future. While you… You can go back to being irrelevant.
Dream laughs before his smile fades and he his expression becomes emotionless.
DREAM OVER!
Ikemen: Pick up! Pick Up! Pick Up! Please...
The scene opens to Ikemen crumpled onto the floor, staring dejectedly at a phone. The contact is listed as Spike Dudley and Ikemen has rung 37 over the past several hours to no answer.
Ikemen: I thought we could do it... together.
Ikemen hesitantly rings Spike one last time. Straight to voicemail. Ikemen is nearly forced to tears as the scene fades out.
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
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
Introducing... 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 SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
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
Following the few seconds of buildup to the intro, out walks Curtis Axel, stepping out to the stage and looking over the audience for a few seconds before beginning to warm himself up, then letting a roar out as he stretches out his arms.
Tony Chimel: ”From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 228 lbs, Curtis Axel!”
Axel then rolls into the ring, standing back up and getting right into his corner, waiting for the bell to sound.
VS 
DING DING DING
Axel circles around the ring, ready to put on a hell of a match but it looks like Suzuki couldn't care less. He's leaning back against the corner with his arms crossed. Big mistake as this seems to piss off the Axe Man. Curtis runs forward and dropkicks the UFC Champion, his feet landing right across his face! Suzuki loses his balance a bit but shakes it off. Axel keeps coming at him with a flurry of forearms to the face before he backs off. He rushes forward with a clothesline in the corner but Suzuki takes umbrage to it, grabbing his head with both hands and headbutting him. Axel falls back to a seated position looking dazed. Suzuki takes advantage by running over and kicking him right in the face. Axel covers his face as Suzuki makes the pin.
1 . . .
Axel gets the shoulder up right away. Suzuki brings him up to his feet and places him in an octopus hold. He uses his free hand to slap down on the kidneys of Axel, making him cry out in pain. This makes Suzuki get a smile upon his face but Axel isn't too happy about the show of disrespect. He's able to get more lift and picks Suzuki up off the mat onto his shoulders in sort of a fireman's carry. He brings Minoru over to the ropes and tosses him over, depositing him to the outside. Or at least he thinks that's what he did but Suzuki has managed to hang onto the top rope and lands on the apron. Axel turns around and eats a stiff slap right to the ear! His equilibrium is thrown off and he stumbles around the ring while Suzuki comes in. He's got a smile on his face but Axel scoops him up and breaks him in two with the Pendulum Backbreaker! He goes for the cover.
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2 . . .
Suzuki kicks out! Axel takes the time to shake the cobwebs loose before stomping down on the UFC Champion. Suzuki opts to roll out of the ring but Axel is hot on his trail. He follows him over and nails a double axe handle to the back. Minoru walks away while absorbing the pain. He turns a corner and as Curtis is still following him, Desperado steps in his way, strumming his guitar. Axel motions for him to move but he gets in his way again and laughs. Axel snatches the guiatr right out of his hands and throws it into the crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: Someone's going home with a special souvenir tonight!
Corey Graves: That's theft! Desperado should sue!
Tom Phillips: Relax Corey, They'll probably just take it out of Axel's paycheck.
Corey Graves: How much money do they take out for a priceless artifact!?
Desperado runs over to the crowd and tries to get his guitar back. Meanwhile Axel goes after Suzuki once more but he's blindsided with a forearm shot that knocks him back down on his ass! Suzuki starts putting the boots to him for a bit before picking him back up and suplexing him right into the barricade! Axel ends up getting his head spiked into the mat when he falls down and he hold onto it right away, kicking his limbs out in pain. The ref's count has reached 6 and Suzuki rolls in to break up the count before rolling right back out. He's got more pain on his mind and he goes oer to Curtis, bringing him back to his feet. He's leaned over and so Suzuki decides to just toss him head first right into the steel steps! A loud thud can be heard all throughout the arena and the fans in the first couple of rows let him hear their disdain.
Mauro Ranallo: Curtis Axel isn't one of the most liked superstars here but that just shows you how much these fans dislike Minoru Suzuki.
Corey Graves: I don't get it, what's there to dislike?
Tom Phillips: How about the fact that he blindsides people every chance he gets and always has Desperado do the talking for him?
Corey Graves: Desperado has the voice of an angel, if he was my associate, I'd let him do all the talking for me as well.
Tom Phillips: Good maybe we can call someone about him replacing you then.
Suzuki picks Axel back up and tosses him into the ring. Axel tries his best to hurry up to his feet but Suzuki is there with a swift kick to the face. He pulls him up to his feet before whipping him across the ring. Next he takes off running, looking for the big boot but Axel moves out of the way, Suzuki getting his boot stuck on the top rope. Axel uses this advantage by chop blocking his stable leg,causing him to fall back. Axel takes his leg and starts kicking him in the thigh. He folows up by flipping over him while holding the leg, stretching out the hamstring the hard way. Suzuki grabs at his leg while Curtis does the same with his neck after practically jumping onto it.
Suzuki rolls to the ropes and tries to use them to help him back up to his feet. Axel slowly gets up as well, coming over before Minoru can get a stable base. He grabs him from the side and pulls him free from the ropes with a Saito Suplex, dropping him high on his shoulders and neck. Suzuki tries to get up right away but his leg gives out and he falls to a knee. Axel comes over quickly and hooks his leg, lifting him up for the Perfectplex but his neck and shoulders appear to be in too much pain and he can't get him all the way up. Suzuki instead throws him to the ground and turns it into a crossface!
Mauro Ranallo: Suzuki can make anyone tap at any moment. Axel could be in a lot of trouble here.
Corey Graves: The Axe Man has one of the best wrestling pedigrees though. If anyone was going to escape Suzuki's holds, it'd be Curtis Axel.
Axel reaches out for the ropes but they're just out of reach. He tries to pick at the fingers of Suzuki to break the hold but he's got a iron like grip, making it nearly impossible to get through. Suzuki tries to make him pay for even trying, pulling back even further but Axel falls back with him, placing him on his back and putting his shoulders to the mat!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Suzuki breaks the hold to kick out! Axel rolls to the ropes right away and holds onto the bottom rope so that when Suzuki comes back over, the ref forces him to give Axel some room. Curtis is slowly using the ropes to get back up but Suzuki is getting tired of having to wait till he gets away from the ropes and decides to take matters into his own hands. He leaves the ring through the opposite side and comes around. Axel doesn't realize this until it's too late, eating a smack right across the face! The Axe Man stumbles away from the ropes as Suzuki climbs back in but walks right into a snapmare. Axel then jumps over, grabbing a hold of the neck to hit the Rolling Neck Snap! He goes for the pin!
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2 . . .
Suzuki kicks out! Axel looks a little frustrated but decides to pick himself up by his bootstraps and gets back to work. He brings Suzuki up along with him and hooks the leg, getting ready to try for the Perfect Plex once again. As he hooks his leg, outside you can hear a guitar strumming. Desperado appears to have gotten his guitar back and he's on the apron. He's facing away to the crowd and so Axel runs over and hits the Axe Bomber to the back of his head, knocking him down. Suzuki however comes up behind him and puts him in the Sleeper Hold! He falls back right awya and wraps his legs around him, making sure he can't go anywhere. After all the damage to his head, neck and shoulders this match, he passes out and the ref calls for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Minoru Suzuki!
Suzuki gets his hand raised and Desperado laughs on the outside despite looking hurt. Suzuki has a grin on his face but it fades quickly and he leaves the ring, satisfied with what he did. Axel wakes up and slams his fist down on the mat in anger over what just happened. He's check on by the ref as the show moves on.
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed. Kyle O'Reilly and Larry Sweeney are shown arriving at the former personal residence. We're catching up with them mid-conversation.
KO'R: ... and tomorrow morning I'll show you Super Cereal! It's a cereal I invented that you make by mixing all the different kinds of cereals I have. Hey, you ever think how it's weird they have Honey Nut Cheerios but not Honey Nut anything else? Cause like personally I think Honey Nut Apple Jacks would be next effing level. And for that matter, how come they don't make every cereal lucky like Lucky Charms? Cause there's no such thing as well-balanced breakfast unless there's some marshmallow magic in there, right? Oh and please don't tell Granna I say "effing" or "frickin" cause she's still pretty Catholic.
Sweeney: My lips are sealed.
Larry can't believe what he's gotten himself into as Kyle leads the way into the small mid-century house in the middle of the block. They enter immediately into the living room, where an old woman in an armchair is chain smoking, watching a re-run of CSI; NY.
Granna: Don't let 'em lie to ya like that, Sinise! You know he's dirty!
KO'R: Hey Granna! I'm hope! This is Larry Sweeney! He's like my partner and I think still my boss and my only friends that's still alive and hasn't betrayed me!
Sweeney: Uh.... pleasure to meet you, Ma'am.
She waves a cigarette but never looks away from the television screen.
Granna: Charmed. Kyle sweaty, we were all outta the good snack mix but there's some sour chips on the table. I put them in your favourite bowl.
KO'R: What? For real? Thanks Granna. You're aces.
She just grunts and goes back to CSI: NY.
Sweeney: "Favourite" bowl? "Sour" chips?
Larry turns to see Kyle coming out of the kitchen with a bowl decorated with fishes, filled with what are obviously Salt and Vinegar chips.
KO'R: Come on Larry! I'll show you my room!
The Diabetic Dragon leads the way upstairs, past some family photos and Granna's framed War Medals. His is the room at the end of the second story hall. On the door, a sign reading "NO GIRLS EXCEPT GRANNA ALLOWED" with "ESPECIALLY BECKY LYNCH" added on in what looks like a fresh coat of paint. Kyle flicks the switch, revealing a messy ten-by-ten chamber, small TV perched haphazardly on the dresser standing adjacent to a bunk bed.
Sweeney: Bunk beds?
KO'R: Pfft, more like best bed. I used to have just a single-storey one but Despy was always talking about "tops" and "bottoms" when we were sleeping together so I thought I better get one.
Sweeney: Is that -
Kyle cuts off whatever question he was about to ask with an answer to an even better question.
KO'R: A scale model of Unicron from 1986's The Transformers: The Animated Movie made out of Lego and preserved with chewing gum? Um, yeah, it is.
Kyle leans an elbow on the shelf it's one like he's proudly showing off a sports car.
KO'R: And I don't mind telling you, this puppy set me back a couple allowances, but the best things in life ain't free, are they! Ahaha! Ah! Ach! Achahchchch!
He tries to do a Larry laugh but accidentally starts coughing instead.
Sweeney: Whoa! Easy does it! Let me get you some water or somethin'!
Gasping for breath, Kyle waves him off.
KO'R: No... ahaahachchc... no I can't... agh... no drinks after nine o'clock... it doesn't matter why...
Larry just nods slowly as Kyle catches his breath before walking over to the the TV and firing up the SNES.
KO'R: Okay... it's okay. I'm fine. But in all seriousness, you gotta help me beat Turtles in Time. It's actually so cheap. I honestly hate Shredder.
Larry: Kyle... I... uh... that's not really my thing and...
KO'R: He's like if Tammy from Gatorade was a time-travelling bad guy Samurai.
Not wanting to dwell on that subject, Larry changes his tone and happily obliges.
Sweeney: Alright, sure buddy. I'll uh... I'll be the Orange one I guess.
Kyle smiles and passes Larry a controller before sitting down on the bed next to him to play.
KO'R: Funny... I always pegged you as Donny guy. I'm always Raph. I mean, Granna won't even play with me anymore cause of the temper tantrums. So like, the comparisons are obvious.
Sweeney: Do any of these alien guys have a girlfriend?
KO'R: PFFFT! HAHA! Um, hey Michael Bay, they're not aliens, they're turtles.
Sweeney: Oh. Right.
KO'R: And they kinda just all share one.
Sweeney: Fantastic.
The two get started up on level one as the feed cuts out. Revolution continues elsewhere!
*we see Jimmy leaning against a wall while holding the TV Title on his left hand and with a happy look on his face*
Jimmy: Well, would you look at this, i'm still the champ. Yes, i didn't win but i'm still the TV Champion. And you all might be thinking "why did you DQ yourself?". Well, simple, to make a win-win situation.
*Jimmy looks at the TV Title before continuing*
Jimmy: Axel won the match and was proven right on his suspicion that i'd DQ myself to retain where as per me i got to retain the TV Title and also punish Axel for touching my TV Title when it wasn't his, and before you start saying that it was after the DQ...had Axel beaten me for the title i wouldn't be able to punish Axel for touching what isn't mine since i'd be unconscious so the DQ did help me by giving me a chance to punish Axel
*Jimmy now looks towards the roof*
Jimmy: Well, now that we both got something out of the match at Backlash, i guess it's time to move on to other things for both of us Axel. Goodbye everyone. Also, were you expecting a long ass talking?. Sorry but there's not too much that can be said about what i did at Backlash than what i said earlier. Now, for real, goodbye.
*Jimmy leaves the camera's view, after placing the TV Title on his left shoulder, to end the segment*
MOMENTS AFTER THE EVENTS OF BACKLASH
Katsuyori Shibata enters the backstage area while you can still hear the boos from the crowd, unhappy with how things ended. Shibata sluggishly walks around backstage holding both belts high, with a subtle malicious grin on his face. Everyone stays as far as they can away from the monster, not wanting to experience the violence they just saw the man create. If Shibata couldn't hear him, they would heckle him or boo, but fear stops anybody from doing so in such close range. The king of monsters heads to his locker room, not wanting to answer anything from the press as he of course values his own solidarity over any press member's well being. He opens the door and takes a step inside, and it is there where he meets a ghost of his past...
Kenta: How ironic is it Katsuyori? The moment you have went and accomplished it all, is when you have truly lost it all.
Shibata is flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of his former foe. The abrupt words from his past nemesis take him out of his current situation and state of mind, and he really thinks about what Kenta said for a second. He shakes that thought off though, labeling it in his head as a thought of weakness. While Shibata stood there shocked, Kenta already left the room. Shibata now goes out to follow after him but when he peaks his head out of the locker room, he sees no sign of Kenta. Instead replaced by dozens of recorders and press reporters, disgusting Shibata. He slams the door in their face as the scene fades out.
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...
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley and Stacy Keibler emerge from the curtain. Stacy is looking fine with some glasses on as Spike is looking all business.
The couple look out into the crowd as they shower them with cheers. Spike grabs Stacy's hand and they both begin the walk down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and both oblige, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as they come to end of the ramp. Spike follows Stacy around, helping her climb the stairs. She reaches the top as Spike slides into the ring, walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and beating his chest whilst he looks into the crowd, meanwhile at the same time, Stacy is making her trademark entrance into the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, meeting Stacy in the ring and giving her a kiss. He shows her the way to the ropes as she climbs out of the ring, the same way she climbed in as Spike turns and is ready for his match.
DING DING DING!
HERE WE GO GENTLEMEN, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER WARHORSE MATCH, ANOTHER ASS KICKING, or perhaps another match, another guy dropped into acid? let's find out!
Both men march to the center o the ring and as they're both still beat up from last week they decide on a rather tame collar and elbow tie-up, THE 4000 LBS OF RAW HEAVY METAL THAT WARHORSE POSSESS QUICKLY OVERPOWER THE MAN THAT WEIGHTS AS MUCH AS A PICTURE OF HIMSELF SPIKE DUDLEY, HE GETS HIM IN A HEADLOCK AND STARTS HEADBANGING, TAKING THE POOR UNDERDOG WITH HIM TO THE TRIP TO SLAYERTOWN, WARHORSE RELEASES HIM AFTER A WHILE AND SPIKE'S HEAD IS ALL OVER THE PLACE AND HE STUMBLES AROUND, NOT FOR LONG THO CAUSE THE DEVOTED SLAYER DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING SHIT HEEL KICK AND DROPS DOWN FOR A PIN WHILE STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT CAUSE HE'S AWESOME LIKE THAT!
Mauro Ranallo: Pretty sure that's the first time I've ever seen someone use that! quite a creative offense from WARHORSE here.
Tom Phillips: YES MAURO, AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF PRACTICING HEAD BANGING WARHORSEE'S BRAIN GOT SO JACKED HE CAN'T BE RATTLED
Corey Graves: Does he even has a brain? if he does it's probably because he's sharing it with you Phillips, each of you gets a half.
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Spike kicks out! and WARHORSE is impressed by who we thought is a washed-up has-been, BUT HE DOESN'T LET THAT GET TO HIM AND BEFORE YOU CAN SAY SLASH IS THE GOAT HE PICKS UP SPIKE AND GIVES HIM A FEW CHOPS SO HARD HE WALKS INTO THE ROPES, WARHORSE THEN WHIPS HIM TO THE OTHER SIDE LOOKING TO DELIVER MAYHEM BUT SPIKE SLIDES UNDER A LARIAT ATTEMPT, WELP WARHORSE WILL JUST TURN AROUND and eat a dropkick for doing so! Dudley the savvy vet he is held back on the dropkick and instead of falling down WARHORSE gets sent into the ropes and when he rebounds he eats a headbutt to the gut for a battering ram! every child in Dudleyville tho knows that for a true battering ram you gotta run while doing it, it is an unwritten law mostly because most Dudleys can't read, anyway while WARHORSE recovers from the first headbutt Spike charges the ropes and nails him with the real Battering ram! WARHORSE hunches over in pain, almost giving the people the 6 pack he probably downed before coming out but he manages to hold it in, too bad he's in the perfect position for a small package!
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THE POWER OF METAL CAN'T BE DENIED AND WARHORSE GETS BACK TO HIS FEET STILL CLUTCHING HIS GUT THO BUT HE SHRUGS IT OFF LIKE A PRO AND GOES AFTER DUDLEY AGAIN AND THIS TIME HE CATCHES HIM WITH THE LARIAT, or so he thought! Dudley ducks the lariat and pops up behind WARHORSE, then drops him with a neckbreaker! Dudley ain't gonna let WARHORSE have a second to rest and absorb the power from the heavy metal fans in the crowd and he picks him up, hooks his head and then runs to the nearest corner, jumping off of the top rope to Spike his head into the mat with a Tornado DDT! WARHORSE winces in pain and Spike takes a second to catch his breath, after catching that sneaky bastard he once again picks up WARHORSE and again hooks his head but this time, in the Acid Drop position! he runs full speed to the corner and climbs to the top rope and jumps off! JUST AS HIS FACE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE A WHOLEHEARTED KISS WITH THE MAT WARHORSE PUSHES DUDLEY OFF AND HE LANDS ON HIS ASS SO WARHORSE USES THAT TO RULE ASS AND RETURN THE NECKBREAKER FAVOR!
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE CAN'T BE DENIED, SPIKE DUDLEY CAN'T HANDLE THE METAL
Corey Graves: I swear to god Phillips if you don't stop I will end you and your entire bloodline.
whoa chill Graves, CAUSE IF YOU ASK WARHORSE THE ONLY THING THAT'S GETTING ENDED HERE IS SPIKE DUDLEY, ULTIMATE WARRIOR'S ONLY FRIEND CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE AND JUMPS OFF WITH AN ELBOW DROP! HE GETS LIKE 10089 FEET IN THE AIR AND LANDS RIGHT ON the mat! Spike rolled out of the way in the last second! WARHORSE is very vocal about how he feels as he grabs his elbow and curses a lot, Spike however is here to end this bad behavior as he charges WARHORSE and drops him with a lariat BUT YA CAN'T KEEP RAW HEAVY MEATL DOWN FOR LONG AND WARHORSE SPRINGS BACK TO HIS FEET, and Dudley lariats him for that! WARHORSE IS UP AGAIN GOD DAMMIT AND THIS TIME HE'LL BE THE FIRST TO LARIAT, think again sweetie, Dudley blocks the lariat with both of his arms and starts unloading on WARHORSE with uppercuts! there comes a point where even heavy metal can't carry you through the pain and I'm pretty sure we've reached that point as Dudley connects with one uppercut after the other WARHORSE backs away into the ropes and seems more dazed after every hit, when WARHORSE is on the ropes Dudley decides it's been enough and takes a few steps back, just to return full speed and throw his body at WARHORSE driving them both out of the ring!
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WARHORSE is out and Dudley moves a little, the punishment he received this match and the toll that the grueling triple threat match he was a part of takes on him
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Dudley starts to get up to his feet
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Dudley uses the barricade to get up and WARHORSE starts showing signs of movement
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Dudley is fully up now and WARHORSE is on one knee already
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Dudley walks over to WARHOSE and looks to suplex him BUT THE HEAVY METAL GOD STARTS PUNCHING SPIKE IN THE STOMACH WHEN HE SENSES HIM TRYING TO LIFT AND FINISHES UP BY GOING FOR A SUPLEX OF HIS OWN!
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But Spike lands safely on his feet! when WARHORSE turns around to get more action he meets a forearm to the face! he staggers back a bit but Dudley persues and continues the forearm assault
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After a few more forearm smashes Dudley throws him back into the ring and soon follows, WARHORSE is lying on his back and Dudley sees a chance, he runs up the apron and to the nearest turnbuckle and after a bit of a difficult time he gets up to the top, he psyches up the fans a little before jumping off with the Dudley Stomp! BUT WARHORSE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Dudley saw that in time and managed to have a soft landing but when he turns around to continue working WARHORSE GETS HIM WITH THE LARIAT FINALLY, DUDLEY DOES FLIPS AND FLOPS LIKE A PANCAKE AS WARHORSE GOES CRAZY ABOUT NAILING THE MOVE FINALLY, HE RUNS AROUND THE RING YELLING AND SHAKES THE ROPES LIKE HIS BEST PAL THE WARRIOR
Corey Graves: It's only a lariat calm down knucklehead
Mauro Ranallo: Sometimes a lariat is all you need to change the course of a fight and it seems like that's the case here!
TRUE DAT MAURO, SPIKE WAS A ROLL BEFORE AND NOW WARHORSE IS ON SUCH A ROLL YOU CALL HIM A SLIDER, HE PICKS UP SPIIKE, HOOKS ONE OF THE ARM LIKE SOME KINDA PIRATE AND THEN GOES TO HIS BACK AND SPIKES THE SPIKE WITH AN HALF & HALF SUPLEX! HE GOES FOR THE PIN
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SPIKING SPIKE WASN'T ENOUGH TO KEEP SPIKE DOWN AND WARHORSE IS SHOOK, HE SOON SAYS WHATEVER THO AND GOES TO THE TOP ROPE THEN JUMPS OFF WITH AN ELBOW DROP SO HARD I THINK SPIKE'S BLOOD PRESSURE SPIKED UP FROM THE SHOCK! WARHORSE STAYS ON TOP OF HIM FOR THE PIN CAUSE WHY WOULDN'T HE
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Corey Graves: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Tom Phillips: NOW YOU'RE GETTING IT COREY!
Mauro Ranallo: WHAT?! SPIKE DUDLEY JUST KICKED OUT OF WARHORSE'S ELBOW DROP
Spike kicks out in the last milliseconds! what the actual fuck is what's going in WARHORSE's mind right now, he looks at the battered Spike with his black eye then at the crowd and after a moment passes he claps for Spike for kicking out cause that ruled ass, he's hoping he won't kick out of the ELBOW DROP HE'S EXECCUTING RIGHT NOW GOD DAMN HE GOT EVEN MORE HEIGHT ON IT THIS TIME, HE AGAIN STAYS ON TOP FOR THE PIN
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, WARHORSE!
THE HEAVY METAL GOD MOSHES AROUND THE PLACE AS HE CELEBRATES HIS WIN OVER SPIKE DUDLEY, SOME WILL CALL THIS A MAJOR UPSET BUT NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEM, STACY TENDS TO SPIKE AS WARHORSE CELEBRATES WITH THE FANS WHILE GOING UP THE RAMP AND THE SHOW MOVES ON
The scene opens up and Sami Zayn is standing at a podium in a press conference.
Sami Zayn: Ok I'm here, you can all finally relax, the big press conference everyone was waiting for can now begin. Please raise your hands and I'll pick one of you to ask a question. You first.
Interviewer 1: Do you have a status update on Becky Lynch?
Sami Zayn: She's fine. Next question.
Interviewer 2: Where's Becky if she's not here tonight?
Sami Zayn: Kyle had diabetes. After getting some of his gross blood in her mouth, she's being tested for it. You.
Interviewer 3: You do know that's not how diabetes works right.
Sami Zayn: I trust doctors more than you buddy. Next question.
Interviewer 1: How do you feel about facing Monster High for the World Tag Team Championships.
Sami Zayn: We beat them before, how hard could it be to do again? Next.
Interviewer 3: Did you guys end up celebrating with some cake?
Sami Zayn: Did you see the condition we were in that night? Of course we had cake. Where are all the hard hitting questions you people are supposed to ask. Hit me!
Interviewer 2: What do you think about the accusations that Becky does all the work for your team. Winning seemingly every match for you.
Sami looks at his watch.
Sami Zayn: I'd love to answer that question but I've got to head to the ring to do some commentating for the tag match tonight. Maybe next time chief.
Sami walks off and the show moves on.
The shot opens in Riddle’s garage. A projector is on with a powerpoint playing. Inside are all three members of Monster High and it seems that Randy Orton is lecturing the boys.
Randy Orton: Right, boys. So remind me.. What was the 3 step plan we came up with?
Matt Riddle: Beat Yano and Ishii for the third time > Beat Dynamic Duo > Rule the division.
Randy Orton: Correct, Matthew! Right, Cueto, your turn.. What was the- wait what are you doing?
Matanza is slumped in a chair, playing on a GameBoy.
Matt Riddle: Oh I bought him that after we beat Yano and Ishii, bro. Y’know I’ve come to realise he’s kind of like a kid, you have to entice him to get shit done with like a present or something, bro.
Randy takes the GameBoy away from Cueto. Matanza stands up and gets in Orton’s face.
Matt Riddle: Hey! Apártate, CuetBRO!
Matanza snatches his GameBoy back, pushes Orton, mumbles to himself and slumps back in the chair.
Randy Orton: *SIGH*.. okay..
Matt Riddle: Just let him be himself, he’ll handle it, bro. Don’t worry.
Randy Orton: I’ve got a lot on the line for your asses. So trust me, this isn’t just a ‘Don’t worry, Randy. Everything’s gonna be fine, bro!’ I’m putting my neck on the line here!
Matt Riddle: Y’know what, bro? We’re trusting in you. Do you ever get tired of being so serious? You didn’t have to knock on my door on 4/20 and offer to help. You’re not the leader of us. We are cohesive, bro. Do YOU understand?
Orton is taken aback by Riddle standing up to him.
Matt Riddle: Now, listen, bro. Monster High Forever, right? That’s something we stand by. So, do me a favour. Take a chill pill, sit down and listen.
Orton obliges, he sits where Riddle was originally sat upon our arrival to the scene. Matanza taps him and throws him a ‘hang loose’ symbol to indicate he is sorry for ignoring him.
Matt Riddle: This 3 point plan you came up with is fantastic, bro BUT.. it’s missing something. So, I give you ‘Riddle’s Dare To Dream’. It’s basically the same but with a few more steps.. SO. Without further ado, step 1; Whoop Yano and Ishii. Something that is not changing, ok bros? New step, step 2: We roll up, okay? A step that we can all agree would be perfect.
Orton and Cueto nod delightfully.
Matt Riddle: Step 3: Win UWF Superstar’s House. If I, me, the King of Bros, can’t win a reality show then what is the point, bros? Exactly. Step 4: We beat Dynamic Duo. Can’t change that. Now.. Step 5.. This where the whole ‘Dare To Dream’ comes into play, bros. Step 5, bros, is...
As if by command, the power cuts out.
Matt Riddle: Oh for bros sake, Lisa! The powers out again, babe!
The power comes back on. Orton’s phone rings.
Randy Orton: Hold up, I gotta take this. It’s Kim.
Orton jogs out of the garage and answers. Riddle moves over to Cueto and conversates with him.
Matt Riddle: You think he’s in this for real, bro?
Matanza Cueto: Mhmm mhmhm.
Matt Riddle: Yeah.. I suppose we will see..
Orton walks back into the garage.
Randy Orton: Sorry about that, one of the Alanna RKOe’d Brooklyn. No problem. So, you were saying.. What was Step 5?
Riddle and Cueto look at each other before Riddle gets up. He walks over to present Step 5 but as he does so.. The shot fades out.
The scene opens to a large room with lots of buzzing noise and microphones pointing toward one person, that person being the one and only, Katsuyori Shibata.
The press conference buzz is stopped to an absolute halt when Shibata puts his hand up, that simple expression just exuding malicious power. He picks up a microphone with disdain in his expression
Shibata: This is my press conference... meaning I decide what happens here. You will not speak unless I ask you to, you will not shove microphones in my face at all, and you will not leave this room until I tell you so, as that would make me feel... highly disrespected... and I believe nobody wants that right.
Shibata takes the polarized silence as a yes.
Shibata: Alright then. First off, I will speak on my own as no person in this room has earned the right to ask me a question yet. All I saw before my hand went up were dozens of feeble little ants begging for my word with no regard for anything but your little journals.
A couple of journalists exchange eye-rolling glances but those are quickly stopped when they realize that everyone else is staring at them because Shibata is burning a hole through said journalists with his threatening glare. They are coerced by fear into respecting Shibata as he continues.
Shibata: Let's start out by addressing Ethan Carter's rule he has set in place. I have already addressed this during my conversation with Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman but I know some foolish people choose not to listen to their UWF World and Intercontinental champion out of spite. But anyways, it is obvious this is an injustice. The rule has been put in place to cater to the outraged fans who loathe. It is entirely made to hinder my success and it is obvious... and that is why I love it. I get to prove to everyone that it is impossible to hinder my success. As I told Brock and Paul, my success is inevitable. The world will go through continual despair watching me claim victory over and over and over again. I crave that despair and I look forward to the empty faces that come with my many title defenses.
Shibata's response lingers like a grim reaper before he speaks again
Shibata: Ok, I will answer questions f-
Nearly everyone's hand in the room shoots up and Shibata's expression turns into a mean scowl. The scowl instantly shoots all those hands down.
Shibata: As I was saying, I will answer questions from those I think gave me the most respect when listening. I did not get that feel from many of you, so I will not call on many of you. But you, in the blue, you go first.
The reporter in blue anxiously steps up, hoping he doesn't say anything wrong...
Blue Reporter: Uh yes sir, my question is that now that you have faced both Johnny Morrison and Spike Dudley in a triple threat, how would you prepare for those two in the probable separate singles match battles we will see in the future?
Shibata's eyes squint toward the reporter before he stands up, towering over him. The reporter cowers before Shibata answers...
Shibata: Future singles battles?! Future singles battles?! What are you talking about? None of those men deserve to have a championship match against me. I magnificently handled both of them in that match. Spike Dudley, while talented, was only given a world championship shot because he refused to detach from me... and Johnny Morrison? Johnny Morrison, while also talented, was a paper champion who does not deserve to be near a championship again after his disgraceful reign. I would like new challenges, so I will be able to show everybody that there truly are no challenges to my throne.
Shibata sits down and the reporter seems content with not being battered so he quickly backs away to the end of the room. He points at a report in green and the reporter steps forward...
Green Reporter: You have said that relationships and positive emotions are a weakness, but surely it isn't just possible for a human to throw out all their positive emotions? You must feel something, and you must yearn for some relationship? Speaking of, where do you stand with Ikemen?
Shibata's face changes for a slight millisecond, wondering if there is any truth to what he's said. It's a rare moment of self doubt but it quickly vanishes as Shibata near gets up from his seat to kick the reporter's ass before composing himself.
Shibata: Your question makes me want to assault you. Move to the back of the room where I cannot see your face.
The confidence in the reporter's face is immediately zapped out with that threat and replaced in paleness. He quickly retreats to the back of the room when Shibata points to a female reporter in pink who promptly steps up
Pink Reporter: Shibata, many people view your threats toward Stacey Keibler and Taya Valkyrie as very distasteful and possibly even fueled by sexism,. How would you defend those threats?
Shibata: The only thing those threats were fueled by was my desire to win. I managed to keep Taya Valkyrie out of our match by threatening her and I created a dilemma for Spike by having my threat toward Stacey linger. I do nothing based off personal emotions. Every decision I make is fueled by how it will affect my success, and I can count on my success to evoke the negative emotions in people that I desire. For example, you falsely accusing me of sexism could affect my sponsorships, affecting my income, and therefore affecting my success. So to prevent that I would have to threaten you by perhaps saying something along the lines of "if you or any of your associates accuse me of sexism again, I will personally make sure you are not able to speak to ever accuse me of such things again." Understand?
The tone of the room turns even darker, and many of the reporters clearly want to leave as the poor woman shakingly nods her head and heads away from his sight. Everyone seems to back away from Shibata, not wanting to be noticed. One brave soul however steps forward, without any provocation from Shibata.
Brave Reporter: Mr. Shibata, quite frankly I believe your threats toward innocent members of the press is extremely cowardice and not behavior you would expect from a champion, much less a double champion. I do not believe you would come through on any of these threats, and only do this to rule in fear similar to Vinny Marseglia. It is obvious Marseglia left a dark hole in you and you did not know what do with that darkness, so you succumbed and then began behaving in a way like Marseglia would if he was in your position as Marseglia was all you knew. But you aren't Marseglia, and I don't think you would truly come through on the acts he would, you just threaten people with them. I speak for everyone when I say we are going to leave this room. Understand?
That speech from the brave soul seems to lift the spirits in the room, and everyone nods in agreement with the brave reporter as they begin to leave the press conference before Shibata interrupts.
Shibata: WAIT! Wait! This is my press conference. If you are all leaving, then I would like to say, or rather ask, something to the man that just stepped up.
The brave reporters turns around before Shibata speaks with a wicked smile.
Shibata: So what you are saying... is if I threatened to beat you senseless right here and now to use you as an example... it would be an idle threat?
Brave Reporter: That is exactly what I am saying Mr. Shibata.
Shibata: Alright then.
The brave reporter seems to be right as Shibata gathers his titles and begins to exit in the opposite direction... but suddenly his head snaps back toward the brave reporter like he is a man possessed. He sprints off his podium and leaps into the crowd of reporters, inciting terror among everyone. The brave man tries to flee but Shibata kicks down everyone in his way. He uses himself like a machete as he cuts through the crowd of people to catch the brave reporter in his grasps. He turns the man around, staring him in his eyes. He wants to see the fear in the man's expression before he acts, and he gets what he wants. The man is absolutely terrified. All that does is further inspire Shibata to brutally headbutt the poor man. He brings him over to an unmanned camera as screams erupt from the crowd. Shibata makes sure to show the camera the brave man's bloodied forehead before shoving his head facefirst into the camera lens... smashing the camera and ending our chaotic scene...
Mauro Ranallo: And up next we have the Monster High vs Yano and Ishii matchup with a special guest commentator, one half of the World Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn.
Sami Zayn: I'd say it's good to be here but after some of the slights on commentary I've heard, it's good to see you Corey.
Tom Phillips: Likewise champ.
Mauro Ranallo: Can you tell us you you're rooting for in this match?
Sami Zayn: Is both and yet neither an acceptable answer? They're both not good enough as Bex and I already defeated Monster High before. Then again obviously I don't want to deal with the freakshow that is Yano and Ishii so like, who cares.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we're going to find out regardless, right now!
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.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, accompanied by 'The Viper' Randy Orton, 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.
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 Chinel: And his partner, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 253 lbs, he currently has a DVD 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.
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DING DING DING
Ishsii wants to start things off and Riddle just laughs. He turns to face Matanza and tells him he's got this but Ishii has come running over, grabbing him by the waist and throws him back with a Release German Suplex! Riddle lands high on his neck but tries to get up right away. Ishii comes over and grabs him once more, hitting a second Release German Suplex. Riddle refuses to stay down, getting up to his feet again only to get run over with a lariat! Riddle rolls under the bottom rope right away and tries to get a breather. Yano however comes diving off the apron with a senton to take him down!
Corey Graves: Yano and Ishii want to talk about the injustice in their last match but look at them now, illegally double teaming Riddle just because they're mad.
Sami Zayn: You'd never see such underhanded tactics from us, I'll tell you that.
Tom Phillips: Didn't Becky just literally bite off a chunk of Kyle in a match?
Sami Zayn: Everything was legal in that match so no underhanded tactics, just smart ones.
Yano picks Riddle up and tosses him back into the ring. Ishii picks him up and shoves his head between his legs. He lifts him up in a powerbomb position but Riddle tries to fight him off with some punches to the head. Ishii appears to just absorb the damage, almost holding him up longer just to prove a point. Riddle falls back however and uses his bigger body to flip him over with a hurrincanrana. Ishii rolls back up to his feet and hits Matt with an enziguri! Riddle falls flat on his face and Ishii turns him over to make the pin.
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Riddle kicks out! Ishii picks him right back up and brings him over to his corner, tagging in Yano. He;s not too thrilled with the words spoken by Riddle earlier either and he lets him know it by just flat out slapping him across the face. Yano & Ishii bring him to the middle of the ropes and shoot him off. He comes running back into a double back elbow followed by Ishii picking up Yano and scoop slamming him right on top of Riddle. Matanza tries to get in the ring but the ref quickly runs over to try and stop him. Ishii walks over and eggs him on while Yano runs to the corner and starts undoing the top turnbuckle pad. Randy however has had enough and he gets onto the apron. Yano stops and tries to take a swing at him but Orton drops down and laughs. Yano turns around and ends up eating a Final Flash right to the jaw! He goes down and Riddle makes the pin, yelling at the ref to pay attention.
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Ishii comes over and stomps on his back to break up the pin. The ref tries to get Ishii out of there but Matanza now comes into the ring and takes him out with a clothesline! Ishii rolls out of the ring while Matanza follows him out and starts beating on him. Yano is left to Riddle who brings him back to his feet. He keeps a hold of Yano's arm and brings him in for a second knee to the face. Yano falls to his knees but Matt pulls him in, hooking the leg before lifting him in the air and driving him to the mat with the Fisherman Buster! He goes for the pin once more.
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Yano gets the shoulder up at 2!
Tom Phillips: Yano just showed the heart of a champion right there.
Corey Graves: How dare you say that when we have the actual champion right here?
Sami Zayn: Yeah how about a little respect for the Heart and Soul of Professional Wrestling? My heart's so big, I've become champion three times already. Let me know when Toru Yano can do that.
On the outside, Matanza picks up Ishii but some loud mouth fans in the crowd seem to catch the attention of The Monster. This brief distraction allows Ishii to run forward and shoves Matanza back first into the steel steps! He's not done there though and the Stone Pitbull quickly follows up with a Powerbomb right onto the jagged part of the steps! Riddle looks out and notices what's going on. He walks over and tries to kick Ishii through the ropes but Tomohiro is able to step out of the way. Yano is getting back to his feet but is looking a bit dizzy. Riddles turn backs over and goes for a kick across the chest but Yano falls backwards before he can connect, instead whiffing on the shot. Riddle picks him back up right away and goes for a head kick but Yano falls to a knee, ducking the kick. Riddle instead goes for a front dropkick but Yano falls back again causing him to miss. Riddle gets right back up and goes for the BRO-ton but Yano rolls out of the way as Matt slams his own back into the mat.
Mauro Ranallo: I've heard of the Drunken Fist technique but this is like the Dazed Luck technique.
Sami Zayn: So this Riddle guy is supposed to be a big striker and yet he can't land a single kick. My mere presence probably has him all fluttered.
Matt sits up and grabs his back while Yano appears to finally come to. Riddle sees this and hurries up to his feet but he's cut down right away with a Spear, Yano actually turning him inside out! Yano shakes some of the cobwebs loose before getting back to his feet, bringing Matt along with him. He tries to scoop him up, trying for the Kagamiwari but Riddle slips up behind him and shoves him into the ropes. Yano bounces off and now eats a kick across his chest. He covers up from the pain but Riddle brings him up to a vertical base, only to turn him upside down and hit the BroDerek! He goes for the pin right away!
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Ishii breaks up the pin yet again! Riddle shoots right up to his feet and gets in Ishgii's face. The two butt heads and Rdidle talks some trash before backing away and picking up Yano, tossing him into the corner. He tells Ishii to go ahead and tag himself in.
Mauro Ranallo: I'm not sure if this is a smart move by Riddle here.
Sami Zayn: What do you expect, this guy's stoned 90 percent of the time. Of course he doesn't make good decisions. If you want to watch a match with good decisions, check out a Dynamic Duo match.
Ishii makes the tag and comes in. Riddle is bouncing back and forth, ready for a fight. Ishii comes forward and they tie up right away. Ishii starts to overpower him and pushes him back into the ropes but Riddle sticks his leg behind him and trips him up with a modified STO. Riddle immediately jumps up and hits the Bro-ton, this time connecting. He goes for a pin right away but Ishii throws him off before the ref can even make a count! Riddle looks shocked by this and comes running at him with the Final Flash. Ishii side steps it and when Riddle turns around, he's scooped up with a powerslam! He stays on top of him for the pin.
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Riddle kicks out! The Stone Pitbull picks him up and whips him into his corner. He picks up Riddle and places him on the top rope, moving his legs to the outside before climbing up to the top with him. He's setting him up for a Superplex while Yano is getting up in the corner as well. He accidentally touches Ishii's foot as he's picking himself up and the ref counts it as a tag. Ishii however lifts Riddle straight up into the air, keeping him there and letting the blood rush to his head for about 10 seconds before he finally falls back with a massive Superplex! Ishii tires to make the pin but the ref isn't counting, informing him that Yano made the tag. Ishii is looking around dumbfounded when Matanza grabs his feet from the outside and drags him out, throwing him into the crowd!
Mauro Ranallo: The Monster Matanza Cueto hasn't been tagged in this match at all and you can tell he's ready to dish out some serious punishment.
Sami Zayn: I can't believe people are afraid of this guy. Only cowards hide under masks.
Yano comes into the ring with Riddle still down and once again tries for the Kagamiwari. This time however, Orton slides into the ring, looking like he's about to strike but Yano let's go of Riddle and gets ready to fight back. Orton just smiles and slowly backs out. He's halfway out of the ring when Ishii hops over the barricade and grabs his foot, pulling him out of the ring and locking in the Ankle Lock! Orton is yelling out in pain and Matanza rushes over. Yano warns Riddle about Matanza coming but doesn't see Riddle come up behind him, placing him in a Sleeper Hold before throwing him back with the Sleeper Suplex!
Ishii lets go of Orton and strikes Matanza with a forearm shot to the face. The two men start exchanging shots, neither man gaining an edge until Matanza clothesline him into the crowd once more! He's not done there though and he goes out into the crowd to keep fighting. The ref is warning him about a disqualification but he doesn't seem to care. Riddle is yelling out to him from the ring, trying to get him to clam down so they don't get disqualified. He's busy trying to keep Matanza clam that he doesn't know that Yano has come up behind him and rolls him up!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Yano & Ishii!
Tom Phillips: They did it!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Yano & Ishii are now getting themselves a World Tag Team Championship title shot!
Sami Zayn: Seriously? Another Triple Threat? What won't they throw at us!?
Corey Graves: I agree Sami, this is an injustice!
Matanza runs back into the ring but Yano is long gone! Riddle looks shocked that they lost to Yano and Ishii and Orton can't believe it as well. Ishii looks like he wants to jump back into the ring and take them all on 3 on 1 but Yano is able to pull him away and celebrates with the rest of the crowd as the show moves on.
The scene opens to Renee Young waiting for her next interview, As she looks either side a loud scream for help is heard which startles the interviewer. The camera crew ditches Renee as they all run to the sound of the noise, The camera frantically bouncing up and down as the camera comes to a still revealing a three or so personal surrounding non other than Leyton Buzzard holding an unconscious Sammy Guevara...
Leyton shakes Sammy who for a moment wearly opens his eyes, Leyton jumps straight to asking questions.
"Sammy do you remember did this to you... Are you okay?... We will find out who did this to you."
Guevara's fades back into unconsciousness as he shakes his head, Leyton quickly moves his arm searching for clues before pulling out an open envelope from Sammy's jacket, He attempts to pull the letter from the envelope as he rips it from the envelope, Leyton's expression turns to shock realizing the significance of the letter...
"I've got to find him..."
Leyton drops Sammy before making sure he gets medical attention before storming off, The camera crew unable to keep up...
Once again, the titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from the O'Reilly household. The Sweet n' Sour boys are getting ready to call 'er a night.
KO'R: If you want I could lend you some of my PJ's.
Sweeney: No uh... don't sweat it... I'll just... not... it's uh... fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine.
Granna's voice yells up through the stairwell. It must be a commercial break.
Granna: LIGHT'S OUT IN FIVE OR ITS THE SWITCH!
KO'R: YEAH OKAY GRANNA WE JUST GOTTA PRAY FIRST!
Kyle kneels next to the bottom bunk, props his elbows up on the mattress and clasps his hands before bowing his head, eyes closed. Larry, a lifelong Hogan fan, has no issues throwing one up to the Big Guy now and then, though its been a while, and follows suite.
KO'R: Dear God... thank you for this day and for the miracle of Insulin injections and for my best friend in the world Larry Sweeney. Please help us be tag team champions again some day. Also, please help Granna's lungs stay strong so that she can live long enough to see us be the firs tag team to main event Summerslam. Also please watch out for my husband Despy. I know you have mixed feelings about gay stuff so its okay if you don't do that one. Also please help me not pee the bed tonight while Larry is here. And also and lastly, please give me the strength and wisdom of you beloved follower David so that I can striketh down and smite mine enemies at will. Thanks.
A moment of awkward silence. Kyle "ahems" and nudges Larry.
Sweeney: Oh uh... yeah... Hello... Mr. God... um... thanks for your many... uh... many blessings... some of which are hard to see right now... but uh... they say you work in mysterious ways so... there ya have it. Um... yep. Yep. ... .... Yep. I guess I'd just like to say thanks for this special... special... unique... interesting... one of a kind night... and uh... leave it at that. Amen.
KO'R: Amen! Alright! Wanna watch porn? We can sneak down to the office and fire up the Window's 98 once Granna passes out...
Sweeney: What? No. Uh... Kyle... we gotta talk...
KO'R: Okay, one sec...
O'Reilly goes and flicks off the lights before jumping on to the top bunk and lying back to look at the glow-and-the-dark constellations stuck onto his ceiling.
Sweeney: Look man. I've been thinking. A big time successful wrestler like you should be living the high life, no? You gotta be making enough money to have your own place by now.
KO'R: Yeah I guess... but I'm saving for college, too.
Sweeney: Ah, forget college! Look, what we need is to put the focus on the team. We gotta go front-and-center with Sweet n' Sour, ya know? Really rebound after this whole debacle or a month we've had! Ya know what I think?
KO'R: Tell me!
Sweeney: I think me and you should find a place together. Get you outta here and living a new kinda dream! Ahaha! We'll find on of those apartments that comes with the gym! We'll do Orange Theory! Get in shape! We'll make gameplans over breakfast! Really fortify the foundations of the Pink Brand, see? And maybe now and then I'll show ya what a real night on the town is like!
KO'R: Well... it would be kinda nice to not keep getting in arguments with all of Granna's new boyfriends.
Sweeney: Glass half-full! That's the optimism that's been sorely lacking around here lately! I love it! Alright, it's settled then. First thing tomorrow -
KO'R: We make Super Cereal!
Sweeney: Yeah. Sure. But then second thing tomorrow, we're house shopping!
KO'R: Okay deal! This is gonna be great!
Sweeney: It's gonna be huge! Ahahaha!
KO'R: Good night, Larry.
Sweeney: Sweet dreams, Kyle.
Larry turns over to get some shut eye, while Kyle whispers his list of names into the wee hours of the night...
KO'R: Bobby Fish. Roderick Strong. Adam Cole. Becky Lynch. Sami Zayn. Vinny Marseglia. Katsuyori Shibata. Tammy from Gatorade. Bobby Fish. Roderick Strong. Adam Cole. Becky Lynch. Sami Zayn. Vinny Marseglia. Katsuyori Shibata. Tammy from Gatorade. Bobby Fish. Roderick Strong. Adam Cole. Becky Lynch. Sami Zayn. Vinny Marseglia. Katsuyori Shibata. Tammy from Gatorade....
Revolution continues elsewhere!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Intercontinental Championship! Introducing first...
The fans boo when Lesnar's music hits the PA. The Beast storms out on to the ramp with Heyman in tow.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds, “The Beast” Brock Lesnar!
It doesn't take the former UFC Champ long to reach the ring. His pace is full of purpose tonight and he's all business as he jumps the apron and gets into the squared circle, ready to fight. Heyman walks around the apron and takes his place at ringside.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience. Almost everybody besides a couple heroes like Spike Dudley have begun to realize that Shibata is far gone. The wrestler is no more, and a king of monsters has replaced him. Not many people are a fan of that hard truth, and that sentiment is reflected in the audience's reaction. No amount of noise from the crowd however can drown out the loud, scary song that announces the arrival of a king of monsters.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF Intercontinental Champion AND UWF World Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
As his name is announced, the king of monsters arrives. He brandishes a crown of barbed wire that along with the Intercontinental and UWF World Championships on his waist, establish his status as king. The fans boo his unwavering stature as he stares down his opponent in the ring...
The king of monsters, stoic and slow, makes his way down to the ring in sync with the tune of the slow, chilling music that plays behind him. Fans boo his every moment and he pays them no attention, his eyes still locked on the other person in the ring. A glare that would haunt a normal person. He stops his glare for a moment as he looks toward the camera man. The poor employee must know what's coming from the king of monsters but he can't escape as Shibata swiftly punts the poor guy in the head. The disgusting act is booed by the masses and a small grin forms upon the face of Shibata. That grin quickly disappears though once he redirects his glare to the opponent in the ring. The polarizing figure now reaches the ring apron and instead of the normal bow he would once give, he takes off his crown of barbed wire and places it on the ring apron. He then calmly but chillingly walks up the steel steps, and slithers his way through the ring ropes. Now in the ring, his eyes are still locked on his opponent. But finally, he lets go of the gaze, turning his back to his opponent and looking out toward the crowd. He unhooks his two championships from his waists and raises them high...
The act is of course responded with thousands of boos from the audience. A look of disgust is placed upon the stoic expression of Shibata and he turns back to his opponent, not taking his eyes off them for a second as he lays his belts in the corner, not wanting to hand them over to the referee. Shibata's hateful stare does not waver as he waits for the match to begin...
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Shibata turns his back to Brock and outstretches his arms to each side, inviting an offensive attack like he did at Backlash. Brock looks at Heyman at ringside like, “Is he serious?” as Paul motions that he should go for it. Brock charges Shibata but the “King of Monsters” turns and hits him with a Spinning Backhand that sends him staggering toward the ropes. Brock stops himself using the top rope as he uses his other hand to rub where he was just slapped, the look on his face suggesting he can’t believe it just happened.
Shibata resumes the same stance as Brock approaches him again and stands right behind him, breathing down his neck. The intimidation doesn’t work however as Shibata doesn’t budge so Brock backs up to prepare something offensive but when he does, Katsuyori turns and unloads with another Spinning Backhand. As Brock fires back with a punch, Shibata goes for a third but Brock ducks, failing to connect with the punch, then goes for it as he pops up but is hit with a Spinning Backhand from Shibata’s other hand.
Enraged, Lesnar grabs the Intercontinental Champion and spins him around as Shibata hits him square in the jaw with a punch. The “Beast Incarnate” staggers but comes back with a punch of his own, hitting Katsuyori directly in the nose. Shibata stays standing where he’s at, unflinching, as the contender gets angered by this and cocks back further before unleashing another punch to the nose. Not long after impact, Brock peppers the abdomen of Shibata with several quick and alternating body blows before practically knocking his head off with an uppercut to the jaw as Shibata staggers into the ropes but stops himself.
Lesnar looks a little winded by the offensive flurry but that doesn’t last because once he sees Shibata’s unchanged expression, it sets him off. Lesnar charges and hoists him on his shoulder, the champ’s feet leaving the ground, and charges into the nearest corner as he dumps Shibata against the turnbuckle pad and starts backing away before thrusting forward into the abdomen of his opponent with his shoulder. After a few, Brock backs up and turns, charging into the diagonal corner as he resumes the shoulder thrusts.
Once a few more connect, he does the same thing in taking Katsuyori to the turnbuckle directly next to it and resuming the shoulder thrusts before finishing up in the remaining corner. As Shibata staggers out of the corner, Brock grabs him and plants him in the center of the ring with a Spinebuster.
Tom Phillips: Well that’s one way to soften up your opponent.
Mauro Ranallo: If it softened him up, Tom. Shibata’s taken a lot more severe damage than that in the past and has kept on coming.
Corey Graves: Well Brock needs to stay on him. Smother the guy with offense and win the title, ‘nuff said.
Lesnar grabs Shibata after the Spinebuster and hoists him into Powerbomb position, displaying his freakish strength as he keeps hold after impact and keeps the Powerbombs coming. After a devastating six connect, Brock picks him up for a seventh but at the height of the lift, drops Katsuyori and catches him on his shoulders, connecting with an F5! Lesnar goes for the cover.
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Shibby gets the shoulder up as Brock creates some distance. Once the defending champ is back to a vertical base, Lesnar and Shibata walk towards each other, Brock with his arms out as if he’s daring the defending champion to hit him. Shibata stares daggers through him, the cold seriousness unwavering as Brock brings his hands to a fighting stance and starts to bounce lightly back and forth. Brock goes for an underhanded thrown body blow with his left but Shibata is quicker as he raises his leg and blocks with his knee. Lesnar now goes for a right hook to the face but Shibata gets his hand in the way and catches it, Brock trying to follow through with the punch but the double champ holding it at bay.
Frustrated, Lesnar breaks away and charges immediately after and goes for another right but Katsuyori catches it to block, however that’s what the contender was counting on as he throws a quick left to the chest, Shibata actually coughing with the impact. Brock goes to follow up but with a Spinning Backhand from his opponent, the big man is knocked all the way around as Shibata delivers a kick to the lower back that sends Lesnar forward into the ropes. Brock grabs the ropes and pulls them down, anticipating a charging Shibata, but the champion is just briskly walking as he kicks Brock in the side of the head.
Dazed, Lesnar can’t fight back as Shibata grabs his arms and ties them up in the ropes. Brock begins to try to pull free once he’s been tied up but Shibata kicks him in the head again as Brock is knocked to his knees. Shibata shakes his head again before winding back and connecting with Brock’s head with a Stiff Headbutt as Brock now hangs lifelessly from the ropes.
Tom Phillips: This can’t be it, can it?
Mauro Ranallo: It’s not looking good, Tom.
Corey Graves: If that’s all it takes to conquer Brock, he deserves to lose, I don’t care how good Shibata is!
Shibata looks at Heyman on the outside of the ring who is visibly and audibly beside himself before turning his attention back to Brock. Shibata walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up it, perching himself there like a sniper, as he watches while Brock dizzily rises from his knees. Shibata, in a split second, leaps from the top now and hits a Double Foot Stomp to the upper back and head, driving Lesnar face and chest first into the mat and forcefully knocking his arms free from the ropes.
Shibata now approaches the downed Brock again and spits on him before turning his back to him. Lesnar puts his hands to the mat and starts pushing up as he gets to his knees as well. Brock climbs to his feet and takes a moment to shake off the dizziness before doing a quick jog over to Shibata as he locks his arms around his opponent’s waist and executes a Belly-to-Back Suplex but as he pivots around to see Shibata sprawled out on the mat, it’s seen he’s sitting there on the mat with his legs crossed.
Lesnar looks more frustrated as Shibata stands up and starts walking towards him. Brock cocks back his fist and goes to throw a punch but stops before he connects and tackles Shibata to the mat as he mounts him and starts laying into him with a ground and pound!
Tom Phillips: Oh my! This is arguably Brock at his most dangerous!
Mauro Ranallo: Shibata better cover up or his face is going to be mush.
Corey Graves: Good, this is the kind of thing it’s going to take to beat a guy like Shibata, whether he’s one hundred percent or not.
Brock lets up after clobbering his opponent with both hands for a moment and leads him to a seated position, but as soon as that happens, Shibata delivers a palm strike to the groin and then hoists Brock onto his shoulders, standing up from where he’s at in an impressive show of strength and going for the Go To Sleep but Brock blocks the knee on the way down and turns quickly, nearly taking Shibata’s head off with a Lariat.
Brock grabs Shibata by the collarbone with both hands and manhandles him upward, setting him on his feet before bending and throwing him onto his shoulders. Brock spins for the F5 but Shibata manages to slip out and end up behind him as he locks his arms around Brock’s waist and goes for a German Suplex but Lesnar fights it and his feet barely leave the ground before they’re back on the mat and he slips around and puts his arms around Shibata’s waist and goes for a German Suplex but Katsuyori grabs where Brock’s arms are interlocking and manages to pull them apart before throwing a leg backward into the inner thigh of Lesnar, following up with a Hip Toss.
After impact is made, Brock goes to get up but Shibata grabs him and looks to apply the Octopus Stretch, however Brock falls backward and sandwiches Shibata between himself and the mat before it can get fully applied. Lesnar gets up, smiling as it appears he’s finally chipping away at the, “King of Monsters” as he grabs Shibata from the mat and again stands him up. Brock chuckles as he hits Katsuyori with a Headbutt as the double title holder falls to the mat, Lesnar grabbing his leg after he does and applying the Brock Lock!
Tom Phillips: Well it’s well documented that Shibata has strong kicking power so maybe Brock’s looking to wear down the leg here.
After wrenching the leg for a time, Brock lets go as Shibata sits there holding his leg. Lesnar clobbers him with a punch now, knocking him onto his back, as Brock rolls him over and applies the Kimura Lock!
Mauro Ranallo: I think Brock’s looking to wear down any body part he can get a hold of!
As Katsuyori tries to fight out of the hold, suddenly Brock cranks his arm in the opposite direction, an audible gasp from the crowd as he does.
Corey Graves: Brock may have just broken the Intercontinental Champion’s arm!
The contender releases the hold and stands up, waiting for the champion to do the same. Shibata sits up and uses his good arm to climb to his feet as the one that was just cranked on hangs there lifelessly out of socket instead of being broken as Brock points and laughs. The, “King of Monsters” grabs his bad arm with his good arm and, with one swift motion, pops the arm back into place. Lesnar looks a bit surprised as Shibata’s expression remains stoic as Brock begins to remove his gloves as he tosses each one out of the ring.
The “Beast Incarnate” charges his opponent and throws a punch but Katsuyori ducks and leans, scooping Brock onto his shoulders and standing up as he starts to spin around and around, dizzying the challenger with an Airplane Spin before stopping and executing a Death Valley Driver. Upon impact, Lesnar pops up from the mat as Shibata turns him around and puts him back onto his shoulders as he executes the Go To Sleep, Brock somehow landing in a seated position as the champ follows up with a Penalty Kick, finally putting Lesnar on his back.
Shibata starts stomping on the head of the downed big man, opting to continue the punishment instead of going for the pin as Brock is busted open. Katsuyori sits Lesnar up and heads to the ropes and goes for another Penalty Kick but Brock gets up and hoists him into the air, bringing him down with a devastating Powerbomb, holding on after impact and hoisting him up for another. Brock connects with another but as he hoists Shibata up for a third, Shibata delivers a straight punch downward and hits him on the bridge of the nose as Lesnar drops him and Katsuyori reverses into a DDT!
As Brock is trying to get up after impact, Shibata grabs his arm and applies a Kimura of his own as the “Beast Incarnate” cries out in pain, blood pooling down his face.
Tom Phillips: I’ve never seen Brock Lesnar in this type of condition before!
Mauro Ranallo: Difference is where Brock tried to break Shibata’s arm, Shibata may try to rip Brock’s arm clean off!
Corey Graves: Brock’s fought valiantly but this may be the end!
Lesnar looks ready to pass out but the, “King of Monsters” sees this and releases the hold, keeping Brock in the fight. He stomps on Brock’s head a few times then drops an elbow before walking over to the ropes and screaming at Heyman, “LOOK AT YOUR BEAST!” as Paul looks terrified. Katsuyori acts like he’s coming through the ropes as Heyman flinches, then sees it was a fake out as Shibata is actually laughing. While he’s still standing with his body halfway through the ropes, Brock charges him and knocks him the rest of the way out of the ring as he falls off the apron and hits the barricade.
Lesnar begins beating his chest with his fists as suddenly, the IC Champ stands up, a stream of blood running down his face as the edge of the barricade has busted him open. Shibata looks at him coldly as Brock starts hopping back and forth and rolling his shoulders, inviting his opponent back into the ring. Katsuyori climbs up onto the apron but before he can enter the ring, Heyman grabs his ankle as Shibata turns and tries to shake him off. Meanwhile Brock sees the opening and charges, clobbering Shibata with a forearm to where he’s bleeding from before grabbing the back of his neck and throwing him back into the ring, the champ rolling and ending up sitting with his legs crossed.
Lesnar is enraged that, this far into the match-up, Shibata is still in a condition to mock him with his stoicism as Shibata gradually starts standing up. Brock runs at him and goes for a Big Boot but Katsuyori sidesteps it and slips around behind Brock as he applies the Sleeper Hold! Brock rocks forward immediately and throws Shibata over one of his shoulders as he adjusts and swings the champ so that he’s on both shoulders before hitting an F5!
Tom Phillips: And both men still have some tremendous fight left in them!
Shibata pops up after the F5 as Brock grabs him around the waist and connects with a German Suplex, holding on after impact as he stands up and launches into another one, repeating this for Suplex after Suplex until he has to take a breather and physically can’t do another.
Mauro Ranallo: This breather may cost Brock the Intercontinental Championship!
As Lesnar’s taking a moment, Katsuyori climbs to his feet and puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head at his opponent before stumbling to one knee as he now has to take a breather himself.
Corey Graves: Brock’s done it! Brock’s created an opening!
The two men now get to their feet and approach each other as suddenly, Shibata hits him low with a Toe Kick and then places Brock’s head between his legs, folding his arms over his own back as he leaps up and connects with a Pedigree that spikes Lesnar into the mat. After impact, Brock gets up but is favoring his neck as he’s nursing it with one hand as Katsuyori unleashes a Knife Edge Chop across the chest, Brock wincing as the stiff impact of flesh meeting flesh can be heard.
Lesnar puts his hand on Shibata’s face now and pushes him as the Intercontinental Champion now begins making his way toward Brock, the big man continuing to disrespectfully push his head until he and Shibata are now forehead-to-forehead. The crowd fires up, cheering Lesnar even though both men are heels as a smile appears on Brock’s face. Lesnar suddenly throws a knee into the abdomen of his opponent and, as Katsuyori hunches over, Brock starts laying punches in to the upper back before grabbing Shibata in a Gutwrench and hoisting him up, falling to his knees to with a sort of Backbreaker over the shoulder and then stands up, dumping Shibata to the side and dropping him on his face and upper body.
As the defending champ pops up from the mat, Brock goozles him with one hand and pulls him in, applying pressure around the neck with his bicep and using his other hand to deliver stiff punches to the head. After several punches have connected, Brock releases his hold on his opponent and grabs him around the upper body, rag dolling him around with a Bearhug.
Tom Phillips: How do these two have anything in the tank to keep going like this?
Mauro Ranallo: A championship being up for grabs can make athletes do superhuman things, Tom.
Corey Graves: I say bring that second wind on, I’m ready to see them tear each other apart some more!
Brock sets Shibata on his feet and releases the Bearhug but when he does, Shibata grabs him and executes the Musha Gaeshi, sweeping the big man’s leg to bring him to the mat and applying a submission to the head but Lesnar gets his hands in the way and pries Katsuyori’s fingers apart. The two men separate but soon approach each other again as Shibata goes for a Spinning Backhand but as Brock goes to block, the champ reveals it was a fake out as he grabs Brock and throws him to the mat.
Once Lesnar lands in a seated position, Katsuyori hits him in the side of the head with a Goal Kick before running into the ropes and coming off of them to connect with a Penalty Kick! Shibata again starts putting the stomps in to his downed opponent and focuses a few to the head as Brock is lying there on the mat just trying to cover up. The blood is more evident now as the assault to the head continues as Lesnar manages to grab his opponent’s ankle and pull him off balance as Shibata staggers into the referee as they both fall down.
Like he was waiting for this moment, Heyman rushes to the timekeeper’s area and grabs the Intercontinental Championship as he tosses it to Brock who catches it and throws it to the mat as he grabs Shibata’s wrist, pulls him to a vertical base, throws him onto his shoulders, and does an F5 that drops the champion right onto the face plate of his own title. Lesnar now reapplies the Brock Lock as Shibata hangs there lifelessly.
Tom Phillips: We could have a new champion if that ref comes to!
Mauro Ranallo: These two men have pushed one another so far in this contest and I’ve enjoyed every second of it!
Corey Graves: It all comes down to that referee.
As Lesnar watches the referee slowly get up out of the corner of his eye, suddenly he’s walloped as Shibata grabs the Intercontinental Championship from the mat and swings it up to hit him with it. Katsuyori is released as Brock falls back, Shibata pushing the belt out of the ring, and the big man hits the mat. Before the referee can come to, someone comes sprinting from the back as they slide into the ring. It’s Spike Dudley as he goes after Shibata and takes him down with a Dudley Dog. Spike gets up, proud of what he’s done, but Lesnar grabs him and hits an F5! Spike rolls out of the ring after impact as Brock grabs Shibata and pulls him to his feet, throwing him onto his shoulders and, with the last of his strength, hits an F5 before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and the NEW Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar!
Mauro Ranallo: Spike Dudley just cost Shibata the Intercontinental Championship!
Corey Graves: I want to be outraged but if Shibata had to lose to anyone, I'm glad Lesnar is the new Intercontinental Champion.
Heyman comes into the ring and palces the Intercontinental Championship around Lesnar's waist. He flexs at the crowd, proud of his achievement having just pinned the UWF Champion. On the outside, Spike is knocked out on the ground but he's still got a smile on his face, happy about what he just did. Lesnar and Heyman celebrate in the ring as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Dudleys vs Burger/Bruiser - Crann
WALTER vs Reigns - Roach
WARHORSE vs Spike - Bodor
Mysterio vs Strowman - Fauche
Shibata vs Lesnar - Dresden
Yano & Ishii vs Monster High, Axel vs Suzuki - Danny
