Post by Danny on Jun 4, 2020 15:40:45 GMT -6
UWF Opens up and we see a car rolling into the arena
The car stops and out comes Rey Mysterio. Rey gets out of the car and he is walking around.
Rey Mysterio: Bray! Where are you Bray?
All of a sudden Charly Caruso comes in the frame.
Charly Caruso: Rey, Rey can I get some questions?
Rey Mysterio: Charly not right now. What I need right now is information on Bray Wyatt’s funhouse. Do you know where it is? Do you know where the funhouse is?
Charly shakes her head no and Rey walks away and he screams again
Rey Mysterio: BRAY! Where are you?
All of a sudden Rey Mysterio stops and he sees a sign.
Rey Mysterio: So, this is where you’re at Bray. I can’t wait until I meet you and that little dog Carbito. We will have a talk face to face.
Rey runs that way and UWF kicks off its opening.
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, WARHORSE takes on Television Champion Jimmy Havoc in a non-title match.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be WALTER taking on Johnny Morrison.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Leyton Buzzard colliding with Sami Zayn.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, Stokely Hathaway has two clients lined up to face Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.
Tom Phillips: Also in tag team action, it’s strange bedfellows as Velveteen Dream teams up with Minoru Suzuki to take on Ultramantis Black and Braun Strowman.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, new Intercontinental Champion Brock Lesnar locks up with Spike Dudley in non-title competition.
The harrowing sounds of Shibata hit the atmosphere and the crowd rain down boos to accompany the dark tone. The negative reception soaks the arena before Shibata appears on the entry ramp in a suit and tie, world championship in hand... but noticeably without the intercontinental championship. His face is filled with pure disgust after the events of last week where Spike Dudley interrupted his main event title shot, giving Brock an advantage he didn't account for that lead to his victory. The king of monsters slowly makes his way down to the ring staring bullets into whatever section of the crowd boos the loudest, intimidating them into silence which fills the king of monsters with bliss.
Shibata arrives at the ring apron, and slowly to the beat of the horrifying sound behind him, slithers into the ring. The king of monsters distastefully looks out into the crowd, and then back to the entry way before demanding a microphone. As the boos slowly reside, he begins to speak.
Shibata: Last night, what can only be described as an act of cowardice happened. Myself and Brock Lesnar were having an incredible, hard fought match. I got bruised, Brock Lesnar got bruised, but my plan for victory was still in tact. There is no doubt in my mind that I would have toppled Brock Lesnar and remained a double champion if not for the coward that is Spike Dudley.
The fans erupt into chants for the dudley dog while Shibata ignores them and continues on his rant...
Shibata: You see, Spike Dudley knows he cannot best me in any form of physical competition. I am stronger than him, smarter than him, and more skilled than him. He cannot accept that, for he is a hero that must defeat me, the big bad villain. My inevitable success over him clearly sent him into a frenzy. First he appears as a shell of himself in his loss to Warhorse of all people, and then he interferes in my business, which he has no right to do. That act of cowardice proves every single negative thing I have said about him right. He is like a child. When things do not go his way, he lashes out in an embarrassing fit. Unlike me, his villainous actions have no purpose but to satisfy his childish desires. Since he could not best me in any form of competition regarding himself, he decided to help my opponent best me. It is petty. I was past him.
The fans continue to boo Shibata's snappy dialogue as he hurls insults at the fan favorite...
Shibata: But no longer. Now I must stop at nothing to obliterate Spike Dudley. He is a selfish thorn in my side that refused to go away. I am demanding a UWF Championship match with Spike Dudley.
Despite Dudley's misfortunes lately, the crowd pops in satisfaction, eager to see Spike get another championship opportunity, especially against Shibata.
Shibata: Why a World Championship match may you ask? Spike Dudley has done nothing but fail the past few weeks. Well, I want to show Spike just how far away he is from ever getting his hands on this gold. A World Championship match will also get his little hopes up, and I will send them crashing down. I will dominate him. After I beat him within an inch of his life, he will undoubtedly start to realize how much of an awful failure he is... to himself, his fans, and his beloved Stacey Keibler. I need him to feel like everything is being ripped away from him. The best way to do that is to hold everything he wants right above his head, and when he reaches out to grab it, I will pull it so far out of reach, you would need a million Spike Dudleys to reach it. I need to send this excuse for a man into utter despair. So at Heatwave it will be Spike Dudley vs Katsuyori Shibata in a World Championship m-
Suddenly Shibata's demands are interrupted and out from the entry way steps...
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back to a positive reaction. He's already got a mic in hand and he begins to speak.
EC3: Hang on just a second there Shibata. I think you're forgetting who actually makes the matches around here. While I'll let certain things slide, Spike is at the back of the line. So far all he's done is lose to WARHORSE so he hasn't exactly earned the right to another championship opportunity.
EC3 lowers his mic, expecting a response.
Shibata: I don't think you understand me. I'm not asking you to make the match. I'm demanding it.
Shibata and EC3 stare one another down until the voice that can't be mistaken for anyone elses, other then Spike Dudley's can be heard around the arena.
Spike Dudley: So I'm assuming neither of you give a crap about what Little, Uncle Spike Dudley has to say?
The Owner and Champion turn their focus towards the stage as the voice finally has a body. Spike comes out onto the stage to an explosion of cheers as he looks towards the ring with a smile on his face with a microphone in hand. You can see that he is still hurt from last week as he stupidly is wearing tape around his ribs on the outside of his clothes for some reason.... probably to really show off the effects of WARHORSES finisher and the F5 he received last week for his troubles. He begins his walk down to the ring.
The Littlest Dudley pauses however, thinking better of getting into the ring as he knows this will probably irritate Shibata more so he stays in the middle of the ramp, high fiving some of his nieces and nephews at ramp side whilst not breaking eye contact from Shibata with a snarl on his face.
Spike Dudley: Actually I think here is far enough. I can see it written on both of your faces that you don't care what I have to say but these fans want to hear my side so guess what..... Shibata, I'd take a seat if I was you & boss, I'd grab a seat from ringside to make yourself comfortable because you bet your ass my side will be heard.
Spike lowers the mic, allowing time for the 2 men in the ring to get comfortable but neither men take Spike's advice as they both remain motionless, just looking at the runt of the litter and hoping he will get on with it. Spike shrugs his shoulders and continues on.
Spike: You are right boss, I did lose to WARHORSE last week. He beat me in that ring 1....2....3. What more can I say, he deserved that win and I'm not going to come out here and make excuses. Just because I lost last week..... that doesn't mean I'm at the back of the line in my opinion.
The crowd cheer Spike as they totally agree with him. It seems everyone wants Shibata & Spike to go at it for the UWF Title apart from the man that matters the most.... he will still take some convincing but that is exactly what Spike is looking to do.
Spike: Look at it this way, I did you a favor last week and whether the Champ wants to admit it or not, I did him the same favor. I know how much you hate double champions so I made sure that problem was solved. I interfered in your match Shibata and I helped you out. Pulling double duty will be enough to destroy any man but having to defend that Intercontinental Championship every single week, it would have taken your eye off of the ball and as much as I hate what you have become..... the UWF needs you at the best you can be.
The crowd boo for Spike's kind words toward Shibata. He ushers them to quiet down as he has a focused look on his face.
Spike: I need you at the best you can be because I need to know if I can beat you. My goal from the very start was to help you. I thought I could do that, I put every part of my being into doing that. Whether it was for myself or whether it was for your mate Ikemen, that was my goal. I didn't want to be a hero... that's a title you gave me... I just wanted to do the right thing but last week on Revolution, I realized that the right thing won't necessarily get me anywhere.
The crowd grow silent as Spike is building the anticipation. The fans are interested to see how this one plays out as Spike does his usual thing of rubbing his chin with his hand whilst looking towards the floor.
Spike: Last week I did the right thing of letting Stacy speak on my behalf. I did the right thing of competing against WARHORSE even though I was hurt, I did it without complaining and I showed him respect. I did the right thing and it got me a loss on my record and it had me sitting in the back watching you Shibata, watching you give a press conference to bask in your glory. I stayed silent last week because you deserved the spotlight & the celebration. I admit you won the big match, something I couldn't do but what made me realize the right way would get me nowhere is when you said that I didn't deserve to have a championship match against you. I realized you wanted to move on and leave me behind you.
Spike looks up from the floor as the crowd cheers the little man. He has a little more fire in his eyes this time and a little more spring in his step as he points towards Shibata now.
Spike: That's when the right way went out the window. Now I'll admit any day of the week that I believe you are a monster that can't be stopped.... only slowed down. You don't need me to tell you this but I also believe that you do see me as a threat. That match at Backlash should have been 1 on 1 for your former title belt. I ain't complaining about the fact that it turned into a match for the UWF Championship belt but I know as well as you do that I DIDN'T LOSE THAT MATCH.
Spike yells this part... getting the crowd all riled up now as well as he continues.
Spike: I told John Morrison to step away and let me take you by myself but he couldn't do that. He had to be involved and it cost him everything but what it also did was cost me everything. I was a spectator instead of a loser. You didn't try to pin me once Shibata. You went after the weak link and you beat him. You should be moving on from him but you didn't beat me. We have faced off 3 times now in matches. The first time, Vinny interfered and cost you the match.... handing me the DQ win. The next match, Suzuki tapped out my partner Rey Mysterio whilst you and I were fighting each other on the outside and then the third match, you choked out John Morrison. For everything you have done in UWF, you have never beat me.
Spike lifts a finger for every match he mentioned. He holds up his fingers towards Shibata as he smiles at them. The crowd are getting behind the Dudley Dog as he seems to be growing in confidence.
Spike: BUT I HAVE NEVER BEATEN YOU.......... I need to know. I need to know if I can do it so that is the main reason I cost you your match last week. I needed you to remember me. I needed to be front and center in your mind so you came after me and it worked. Here you are tonight demanding a match against me. Isn't it funny how the tides have changed. I have doubts if I can beat you so I need this match to silence those doubts. The right way I wanted to follow was leading me down the wrong path so I'm willing to change. I'm willing to do what it takes to find out if I can get it done so Shibata, I'll tell you exactly the same thing you told me. You deserve to fight me at Heatwave. You deserve to try and put me down so as far as I'm concerned, your proposal for a match at Heatwave....... I ACCEPT.
The crowd let out a massive roar for Spike's acceptance. Spike goes side to side on the ramp, pumping his arms up and getting the crowd into it. A 'Spike' chant starts up as Spike is going insane. The crowd are going berserk as Spike looks pumped to the max. Of course, it isn't up to Spike however as EC3 rubs his temples, the whole ordeal giving him a headache.
EC3: Alright calm down! This is like the worst instance of Deja Vu. I don't think Spike is ready to face Shibata but you're right, we've never had a clear winner between you two. I like money and it appears this crowd will pay to see it so why not. At Heatwave, you two will face off for the UWF Championship.
The crowd breaks out in cheers but it appears Ethan isn't done.
EC3: But we need to have a definite winner. Shibata you've been bloodthirsty ever since your match with Vinny and I know Spike is no stranger to getting hardcore. That's why at Heatwave, you two will compete inside... Hell in a Cell!
An even bigger eruptions from the fans for that announcement while Spike gets a big smile on his face. Shibata looks a both men, a slight grin coming across his face. EC# heads to the back while Spike and Shibata stare each other down and the show moves elsewhere.
THE SCENE OPENS, AND WE SEE A PANNING SHOT OUT FROM A LIQUOR STORE. THERE ARE 4 CARS PARKED OUTSIDE, AND ONE PULLING INTO THE AREA. A BUSY NIGHT AT THE LIQUOR STORE. THE CAR PULLING UP PARKS, AND THE WARHORSE GETS OUT OF THE CAR AND BEGINS WALKING UP TO THE DOOR OF THE LIQUOR STORE. WITHIN THIS, THE CAMERA CATCHES UP TO HIM, GOING BY HIS SHOULDER.
WARHORSE: BOY I’VE BEEN LONGING FOR THIS SHIT… I TELL YOU.
WARHORSE GETS SOME FUNNY LOOKS BY A MAN WITH A HEFTY BEARD AND A CIGAR LATCHED IN HIS JACKET POCKET FOR TALKING TO HIMSELF, BUT WARHORSE CARRIES ON WALKING FORWARD.
ALL IN MY HEAD… ALL IN MY HEAD. C’MON, NO WAY IT IS.
WARHORSE PICKS UP A BOTTLE OF STRONG WHISKEY OFF THE WALL AND A BAG OF GOLDFISH SNACKS TO CHOW DOWN ON. HE THROWS THE SNACKS ON THE COUNTER AND THEN LIFTS THE BOTTLE UP TO THE COUNTER. HE DOESN’T LOOK UP YET, AS HE’S ROOTING IN HIS PANTS FOR HIS WALLET.
A TWENTY WOULD DO IT… THERE IT IS… THERE YOU GO MAN- WUH?
HE LOOKS UP TO PAY THE COUNTER FOR HIS SNACKS AND BOOZE BUT THE MAN HE INTENDED TO PAY HIS MONEY TO IS NONE OTHER THAN THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: WHAT’S GOOD BROTHER? GOT THIS NEW GIG, IT’S PRETTY SOLID, CAN DO WHATEVER HOURS I WANT, AND A PRETTY STEADY PAY-
WARHORSE: NO, NO, NO. WHAT. WAIT. UH? YOU?
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: WHAT ABOUT ME?
WARHORSE: YOU DISAPPEARED LAST WEEK, AND I- I- I DON’T KNOW.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: WELL Y’KNOW YOU GOTTA HIT THE SHOWERS EVENTUALLY BROTHER, THINGS TO DO, PEOPLE TO SEE.
WARHORSE: I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GHOST.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR LAUGHS AT WARHORSE’S DUMB CHEESY SCHTICK AND SHAKES HIS HEAD.
THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR: NO BROTHER, I ALWAYS LIVE. NEVER DIE.
WARHORSE TURNS AROUND AND GOES TO GRAB A BOTTLE TO SMASH OVER WARRIOR’S DUMB FUCKING SKULL, BUT SUDDENLY HE’S DISAPPEARED YET AGAIN. WARHORSE PLACES THE BOTTLE DOWN, AND LUNGES OVER THE COUNTER LOOKING LEFT TO RIGHT.
WARHORSE: SON OF A BITCH.
Suddenly, someone from the back comes out to man the counter.
Liquor Store Employee: Sorry for the wait, we had a delivery come in the back. A bit more than the 20 for two bottles of a whiskey man.
WARHORSE: UH... YEAH. SORRY, ONLY THE ONE.
WARHORSE PLACES BACK THE BOTTLE OF WHISKY HE WENT TO SWING, AND THEN GRABS HIS STUFF OFF THE COUNTER, AS THE EMPLOYEE PUTS THE MONEY IN THE REGISTER.
Liquor Store Employee: All set, man.
WARHORSE: THANKS.
WARHORSE WALKS OUT OF THE LIQUOR STORE AS WE HEAD ELSEWHERE ON REVOLUTION.
We enter the Fun House via a weird image of Rey Mysterios mask dancing in the air as a voice overheard is singing in a high pitch voice.
I’ve got strings, that hold me down.
They make me fret, they make me frown.
As the camera pans out you see it’s Bray Wyatt, holding a marionette hand controller with strings attached to the Rey Mask and singing seemingly putting on a show for the rest of his funhouse puppets. He looks up as if just noticing the camera, smiling wide.
Bray Wyatt: Oh Hi there my young fireflies, and Welcome…To the Firefly Funhouse. As you can see, I’m just preparing for all the Fun times little Rey Rey and I are going to be having soon. Plus I'm preparing everyone here for their new friend. It’s so exciting I can hardly wait, especially because once Rey opens up and allows me to save him like I have everyone here in the Funhouse…
Wyatt suddenly brings his other hand up into frame with a cartoon rising sound effect, showing he’s holding overtly large scissors. He opens and closes them a couple times before he opens them over the strings he’s holding and cuts them off, letting Reys mask fall off frame.
He’ll be free to live among all my friends in the Funhouse forever, I know that unlike all of you Wonderful Fireflies out there…Rey is having trouble accepting my leadership. *booo* No no, ya’ll cut him some slack. Rey I understand your hesitance, believe me…I was once JUST like you my com-padre. Do you know how many times I’ve just come to the UWF and…gone through emotions, not being my true self, being who I thought people Wanted me to be. A Savior, a Monster, an Eater of Worlds, or a Prophet…hahahaha…Those weren’t what I was about, I had those strings pulling and tearing at my limbs and it just wasn't healthy. So as scary as the heights below me were…I went away and found myself, I cut my strings and I fell…for what seemed like an eternity…but once my feet hit the ground, Oh my precious little fireflies…I was FREE!
The sound of children cheering *yaaaay* is heard as Bray lifts his fist in the air and starts laughing a seemingly uncontrollable laugh. As he regains his composure he continues.
It was liberating, it was exhilarating, and even though I gotta admit that I got a lil bit broken with my fall...
Wyatt turns serious
He...helped put me back together...
Wyatts serious look goes back to a big smile.
Hahaha, and Rey all I want is to give that to you. You're gonna have SUCH a great time being free, and hey... If ya don’t believe me, Why…take it from the rest of my Funhouse, who are DYING to have you join them.
Mercy The Buzzard: Ya know Rey, birds of a feather flock together. And as different as we are man, I gotta say you’re better off joining our flock. There’s two kinds of people in this world, the worms confined in the dirt slaves to the ways of the weather and nature, and then there are birds that are free to fly across the sky…move wherever the weather is best…and of course going round and eating those very worms. Heh heh heh, Know whatIMean? Heh heh heh, Join us.
As Mercy says those last two words, the screen fades to Abby the Witch, saying them as well.
Abby The Witch: Join Us. End the suffering, stop the downward slope you've found yourself in. Because the more of us here, the easier it will be to divide attention. As long as Brays got a new toy to play with, I’ll be free to rest that much more. And I need to rest…Please Pl-
Damien The Dog: Perhaps the overall semblance of sanity is not at all convincing when viewed through the lens of an outsider, however shortsightedness is plentiful among the addled and ignorant so it must be stated that the disease of incompetence that plagues the world today has not seeped itself into this home. Without the cure from this disease readily available, the only true way to attain deliverance from ignorance itself is to be here where I may save and enlighten you.
You can hear snorts from Huskus as he's about to speak, but Ramblin' Rabbit quickly jumps in front of him to talk.
Ramblin’ Rabbit: Yo Rey Mysterio, if you’re listening you gotta get out of this while you can man. Stop fightin back and run dude, stop looking for him before-
A glove with “Hate” Written on it pops into frame and smothers Ramblin’ Rabbit from speaking any longer, the camera zooms out showing Wyatt holding Rabbit.
Bray Wyatt: YOWIE WOWIE! What have I told you about waiting your turn? And speaking of waiting...Have any of ya’ll seen our newest friend Cabrito?
Wyatt picks up the Rabbit puppet and looks from one side to the other trying to find Cabrito, but when he doesn’t find him he throws Ramblin’ Rabbit over his shoulder hitting the wall and falling to the floor as a big Dishes crashing sound effect is heard.
Oh that Lazy ole goat, I betcha he’s gone off to find a place to sleep again, gotta tell you Abby…ole Cabrito gives you a run for your money when it comes slothfulness. Oop, Run…haha, Get it…hahahahaha
Abby The Witch: Please…Just let me rest.
Bray just keeps talking over Abby, totally ignoring her.
Bray Wyatt: Ya see mi amigo, right now you’ve been held down by those strings for so long you don’t even remember what it was like to be free. But that’s where I come in, I’ll help you cut those strings and be free…Free like Me, for I had strings…but now I’m free. There are-
Wyatts happy demeanor turns serious, his voice getting low.
No Strings…On Me…
The camera zooms into Wyatts stern gaze as his pupils seem to dilate as the picture almost seems to be vibrating as sinister music swells
Let ME In
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from Glasgow, Scotland... Leyton Buzzard!
Leyton steps out of the corner to a modest pop as fans show him some sympathy for the recent loss of his tag partner. This puts a smile on his face as he goes back to the corner to stretch ahead of his match.
Chimel: And the opponent...
One half of the new World Tag Team Champions comes out with his title belt, brand new side plates with 3x on them in all their glory. He's dancing of course as always and runs his title in the face of everyone as he moves down the ramp. He climbs up onto the steel steps and raises the title up high for everyone to see.
Chimel: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada and weighing 205 pounds, he is one half of the UWF World Tag Champions: Sami Zayn!
The crowd is roaring with their hate for him but he's all smiles as he enters the ring.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings, but Leyton Buzzard shows no interest in getting the match started as he continues to use the ropes to stretch out. Sami takes off full tilt at him, but Leyton steps halfway out of the ring and so the referee intervenes between the two and tells Sami he needs to give Leyton space. Zayn rolls his eyes and steps away as the fans laugh at Leyton, who re-enters the ring and sticks his tongue out at Sami. As soon as the tag champion spots this, he charges Leyton again but this time Buzzard executes a quick drop toe hold and Sami's jaw actually connects with the turnbuckle! Sami stumbles away clutching at his jaw as Leyton pops back up and charges, catching his head from behind and taking him down with a two-handed facebuster! Leyton quickly rolls Sami over for a cover but doesn't even get a one-count; as soon as Sami kicks out, Leyton rolls out of the ring. Sami gets up and shouts at Buzzard to re-enter the ring as the referee starts to count him out, but Leyton ignores Sami and goes to speak to a fan who is actually looking engaged in the conversation for once.
Tom Phillips: Laughter, the interest of the fans... it seems Leyton Buzzard is actually building a bit of a following without being a tag-along for Sammy Guevara.
Corey Graves: That's the Dynamic Duo effect, Phillips. Fans will cheer for whoever is facing Sami and Becky because they are the best team to ever compete in the UWF and everyone hates them for it.
As the referee reaches a four count, Leyton jogs up the ring steps onto the apron and enters the ring. Sami sprints right for him, but Leyton again takes advantage to step up and catch the champion out with a quick arm drag. Sami gets back to his feet and Leyton grounds him with a running forearm. Buzzard building momentum against a champion is an unexpected sight, but the fans are digging it as they start to cheer — albeit modestly — for Leyton, who responds to the cheers with a flurry of hard stomps to the sternum of Sami Zayn. Zayn thrashes about with each stomp and after 15 of those suckers, Leyton runs the ropes and leaps up onto the top one before springboarding into a moonsault! Unfortunately for Buzzard, Sami has it scouted and gets both knees up; Leyton lands chest-first on the knees and rolls off, thrashing about in visible pain. The fans boo as Zayn kips up, grabbing Leyton and throwing him into the corner. Sami then sprints at him for the Helluva Kick, but Leyton gets the hell outta dodge, dropping and rolling from the ring as Sami gets hung up on the ropes! Immediately, Buzzard leaps up onto the apron as Zayn tries to remove himself from his predicament, but can't before Leyton catches him in a DDT clutch around the head and pulls him over the ropes into an apron DDT! The fans pop as Zayn twitches a little bit. Leyton rolls him into the ring, then rolls on top for the cover as the fans count along with the official.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Apron DDT and Leyton Buzzard could be on the verge of one of the biggest upsets in UWF history!
1...
2...
...NO! Zayn kicks out!
Graves: Not a chance.
Buzzard pushes to one knee and looks around the crowd with a shocked expression. He neither expected to be in this position, nor to have had Sami kick out of the DDT. He rolls under the ropes and heads up top, then pulls the pad down off of his elbow and smacks it, calling for a big elbow drop! The fans are behind him, but before Leyton can leap off, Sami springs into action and shakes the top rope, causing him to lose balance and fall on his ass on the top turnbuckle! The impact sends a shock up Leyton's spine, but then Sami runs for the corner, leaps clean over Leyton and rolls behind him, bringing Leyton off the top rope into a sunset flip powerbomb onto the ring steps on the outside! Leyton's back lands awkwardly on the first and second step with an ugly THUD as his skull hits the floor. The fans boo loudly, some of them with looks of genuine concern on their faces as Sami laughs and walks away, leaving Leyton lying lifelessly draped on the stairs. Sami rolls into the ring as the official rolls out of it to check on Leyton, who is nonresponsive. The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Your winner of this match, by total knockout:
SAMI ZAYN!
Graves: Hahaha! Sami shows he's dominant again with another brilliant, solo victory!
Phillips: Brilliant? Leyton Buzzard came into this match the heavy underdog. This wasn't a bout, this was bullying.
Ranallo: Like it or not, Leyton Buzzard is a contracted wrestler and Sami Zayn kept things perfectly legal even if using the ring steps is a questionable tactic, ethically speaking. He followed the rules.
Sami has his arm raised by the official as medical personnel are collecting Buzzard at ringside. The tag champion then rolls out of the ring to collect his title from the timekeeper's area before heading to the back amid the loud booing of the crowd.
The screen fades to Dream who is staring at the camera in a dark room with low lit lights that rain purple. The Dream takes a big sigh as he looks off-screen with his eyes, but his face faces the camera.
Velveteen Dream: EC3… The Dream hasn’t had a talk with the head-man in charge in a long while. The Dream just been going with the flow, letting EC3 play with the Dream like he’s a marionette. And that’s the problem, the Dream should be the one controlling his destiny. This is the Dream’s chess game, but yet… the Dream somehow ended up on the other side of the fence. The Dream ended up as the pawn in this whole new run while EC3 has made himself the king. If it was up to Dream, he would have righted the wrongs and got his win back over Cole. If it was up to the Dream, the Dream would be standing in the UWF ring as your UWF and Intercontinental champion. If it was up to the Dream, the Dream would have been at the top by now BUT I’M NOT! And why is the Velveteen Dream not at the top? Because Mr. Carter insists on holding the Velveteen Dream down. Mr Carter, the Dream knows what you are up to, and yet, the Dream can’t help entertain the story you’re trying to prove along here. The Dream read the card headlines on the UWF site “The old EC3 special”. You’re trying to prolong something that is over with. The Velveteen Dream beat Suzuki, and yet, you continue to try to beguile Suzuki and the Dream into continuing a fight--a war--a Dream finished.
Dream sighs as he looks deep into the camera.
Velveteen Dream: Suzuki, don’t fall into the trap. Just move on. You know the Dream beat you fair and square, so let’s. Moooove. On. Don’t let EC3 play you like the fiddle you are, and the Dream won’t have to pursue you and finish you off. The Dream has given you mercy. The Dream is letting you walk out of this at the end of the day unscathed. But if you don’t listen to the Dream’s warnings, if you can’t cooperate in this match with the Dream like a proper teammate. If we end up winning and yet you decide to not relish in the Experience the Dream has bestowed upon you and attack the Dream after the match instead, well then it’s not going to end in the way you envision it. It’s not going to change the outcome that happened at backlash. The only thing that is going to happen is the Dream is going to leave you down in the ring this time with a decisive victory to show EC3 that the Dream is ABOVE YOU, and that the Dream should be contending for BIGGER and BETTER THINGS. Stay out the Dream’s way, and I’ll stay out of yours. It’s as easy as that. If not…
DREAM OVER!
Dream puts his hand to the camera letting it show only but black. It sets on it for about 15 seconds before a fade happens. Lio Rush is now the one sitting in front of the camera. As he adjusts his collar and speaks to the camera.
Lio Rush: The Golden Experience is taking off. We’re entrepreneurs, we got a brand to build. So, let me tell you something, allow me to help paint the picture for the future. If everything goes to plan. If we can meet deadlines, the Golden Experience should be at the top by the end of the year. With the tragedies that goes on, EC3 you will no longer hold down people like Dream and I, and if you continue to do so, we’ll we’re going to have to invoke a change in the UWF. The closet in recent times that people like us got to holding the big one was with Xavier Woods, and as much as Dream and I don’t like him, we respect what he was able to do with the bias that takes place in this company. Now, EC3, we joked around about holding the Dream down, but it becomes more and more apparent about the bias you hold, and we will--if you continue the bias--to start taking action. We got a secret weapon up our sleeves, and if you’re don’t do change your prejudices, well, just imagine what Undisputed Era did to John Morrison, imagine that but us doing it every week to your talent until you give us What. We. Want. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be EC3.
Lio looks at his rolex on his wrist. Before looking up at the camera, with the words "It's our time now" appearing on his right side.
Lio Rush: You got til SummerSlam.
Tick. Tock.
The camera fades out on Lio’s face who is quite serious in expression.
Rey Mysterio is shown running in the same direction as we last left him. Rey looks around and he stops and puts his hands on his knees and starts to breathe heavy.
Rey Mysterio: *Gasp* Bray really likes to hide in the dark. *Gasp* A villain like him I knew he would try his best to hide anywhere. *Big exhale and a big inhale* That won’t stop me. I am the number one here in the UWF.
Rey runs down the hall some more. The hall is lighted well and nothing suggests that this is a creepy location. Everything looks the same. It is almost like Rey is running in circles but finally Rey finds a door. The door reads
Rey Mysterio: Hola amigo. So this where you have been hiding alright Bray let’s go.
Rey opens the door and he runs in all of a sudden Rey gets a big bear hug from someone.
: Rey, my best amigo, how are you doing?Rey Mysterio: Get off me Bray… Wait a minute this isn’t Bray Wyatt who is this?
Rey realizes this isn’t Bray. This man is bigger in stature and has big gorilla arms. The man lets go of the huge embrace and the camera pans and sees Jack Swagger. Rey is confused.
Rey Mysterio: Jack Swagger? What are you doing here?
Jack Swagger: Rey, Amigo you’re my friend I am here to help.
Rey Mysterio: Help? Amigo. Jack I am sorry I don’t think we were ever friends.
Jack Swagger: Haha *Slaps Rey on the back* Of course we’re friends, Rey, remember when I saved you from that limo accident?
Rey Mysterio: Limo? Accident?
Jack Swagger: Oh no Amigo did you forget that again? It’s okay Rey your good ole buddy Jack Swagger is here and here to help you remember everything.
Rey Mysterio: Remember everything?
Jack Swagger: Yes Rey everything. Remember Rey I have been here for you since the beginning. Remember when people would pick on you because of your size. Remember when all the people doubted you? I remember. I remember telling you to drop the hero act. I remember telling you needed to change into the person you became. Don’t you remember?
Rey Mysterio: No… No I don’t remember…. I don’t remember talking to you.
Jack Swagger: No Rey you did. I said if you want to be successful you needed a friend, and I was that friend Rey. I was that friend but then you threw me away like you did all your other friends.
Rey Mysterio looks shocked and he starts to think as Jack Swagger continues to speak.
Jack Swagger: You 're going to ask me to come back and help you on Thunder but then you decided to pick up those leftovers in Homicide, and Sin Cara. You felt bad that those two had nowhere to go, and you told me I would have a chance. Yet you became what you became because of me. I helped you. I changed you. Though after all that like all your other friends you threw them away and you made them insignificant.
Rey Mysterio: Jack… I think you’re confused.
Jack Swagger: Am I? I mean where is Homicide and Sin Cara now where are they? They’re not here. No you came back on your own to prove what? That you’re the number one hero. No Rey all you are is the number one grunt.
Rey Mysterio: Grunt?
Jack Swagger: Yes grunt. You’re not a legit hero you’re a grunt doing all the dirty work. But don’t worry Rey you can listen to me, and you can listen to Bray.
Rey Mysterio: Bray? Swagger are you with Bray?
Jack Swagger doesn’t answer and Rey and Rey asks him
Rey Mysterio: Answer me.
Jack Swagger: Don’t forget who you are.
Rey Mysterio goes and he punches Jack Swagger. Rey begins to pummel Swagger. Rey grabs a steel chair and he begins to hit that steel chair on the back of Swagger. Rey is not done as he keeps driving it in the back. Rey begins to breathe heavy as he throws the chair to the side. The TV in the locker room begins to flicker and it leaves a message.
Rey Mysterio you have a special interview for you. Rey Mysterio a special interview.
Rey looks confused and he decides to head to the interview area as the scene fades away
The scene opens in the performance center looking establishment from a week prior as Braun is standing there in the ring with his hands on his hips as Simon is standing ringside.
Braun Strowman: So how are we going to warm up this week?
Simon Dean: I’m glad you asked, Braun. I called in a favor to some old friends of mine so they’ll be here any minute to help you get ready for your match.
Suddenly in walks none other than Simon’s old stablemates from the BWO as they enter the ring and stands across from Braun.
Blue Meanie and Steven Richards?
Do I look blue to you? Look at all this lavish purple, I’m the Velveteen Mean!
And I’m Minoru Stevezuki.
I don’t know about this, Simon.
Velveteen Mean suddenly slaps Braun across the face which quickly proves to be a mistake.
Now you’re gonna get these hands, Velveeta!
Velveteen.
Braun punches Mean hard and knocks him to the mat, then approaches Stevezuki, who looks like he’s regretting doing Simon this favor.
Umm...you can’t hit me, I am the wind. Whoooooosh. Whooooooosh.
As Stevezuki moves his arms and even exhales air on Braun, suddenly the big man hoists him up on one shoulder and hits a Running Powerslam.
Wind meet wind breaker!
I suppose there’s less intimidating things you could call yourself than a jacket. You feeling warmed up now, Braun?
Velveteen Mean gets up from the mat on wobbly legs as Braun grabs him and hits a Running Powerslam.
Now I am.
Braun exits the ring as he and Simon begin walking away.
Hey, Simon?
Yes, Braun?
You’ve got some weird friends.
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: From Camdon, England, weighting 220 pounds, he's the UWF Television Champion: Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!
*Jimmy comes down the ramp qith his fork around his waist, looks at the fans booing him and smiles at them, this scaring the fans booing him. Then he enters the ring, grabs the fork and lifts it in the air. Afterwards, he leaves the fork on the ring mat, unstrips the TV title from around his waist and lifts it while giving the middle finger to the fans that are booing him with the free hand. As per with the fans cheering him, he just ignores them.*
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, Havoc and WARHORSE waste no time squaring off. They lock up, testing the strength of each other with a classic collar-and-elbow, but it doesn't last long as WARHORSE shoves him back and gives the fans a lil' bit of the GUN SHOW! Flexing both arms, WARHORSE invites Havoc to step forward and lock up with him again if he dares. Havoc obliges the first part, but meets the heavy metal master with a kick to the midsection followed by a clubbing forearm to the back. WARHORSE tries to shake it off, or more aptly put, TRIES TO CHANNEL THE SPIRIT OF THAT DEAD ASSHOLE WHO KEEPS TALKING TO HIM BY STAYING ON HIS FEET but it doesn't do him much good as he just gets forearmed again, this time in the face. What he gets for trying to follow in the footsteps of a dead man, ghosts don't have feet.
Mauro Ranallo: "WARHORSE trying to stay on his feet from those stiff blows from the Television Champion, but Havoc is unrelenting!"
Tom Phillips: "So Corey, who do you have in this matchup? It's a very interesting contest."
Corey Graves: "I have hope that the match ends quickly. That's all I have regarding this match."
Tom Phillips: "What? Who wouldn't want to watch the Heavy Metal Master taking on our Television Champion?"
Corey Graves: "Someone with sanity."
Despite Corey's partially-silent cry for help, the match is only just beginning as WARHORSE fires back with a strike to Havoc. The two begin exchanging blows, but Jimmy just doesn't seem to have the fortitude WARHORSE has, probably got it from spending all that time in moshpits or something, regardless it helps him out as he batters Havoc into the corner and tries to bring him to the top rope. Havoc refuses to budge, and the referee moves in to administer a clean break. Separating the two, neither surprisingly takes a swing at the other, and they go back to brawling once more.
After a kick to the gut from Havoc catches WARHORSE off guard, he bounces off the ropes and forced to leapfrog WARHORSE as he ducks under him. Dropping down, Havoc leaps over him once again. Charging in off of the third rebound, Havoc tries to bring WARHORSE down with a big shoulder block, but neither man budges. Jimmy rebounds again, and again the immovable object meets the irresistible force that is WARHORSE. It looks at first like Jimmy is going to try again, but before he can connect with WARHORSE he stops dead in his tracks and rakes the eyes! The ref yells at him for it, but it gives Havoc the opening he needs as he runs off the ropes and connects with a dropkick that knocks his foe down. Running again, he manages to connect with a clothesline just as WARHORSE is standing up, and sees him snap off the mat into a seated position. Giving a look to make sure he is going to stay, he takes a few steps back before running forward and hitting a Running Neck Snap onto WARHORSE.
Corey Graves: "Look at that! The disrespect he has, first throwing nails into his face and now openly mocking Curtis Axel with that neck snap!"
Tom Phillips: "Oh come on Corey, Havoc said himself he was done with Axel. He just wants to try and improve himself as a wrestler, and clearly he has been taking lessons judging off that well-executed maneuver!"
Clutching at his neck, WARHORSE leaves himself open for a pinfall, which Havoc takes.
...ONE!
...TWO-NO!
Barely getting two, Havoc continues to focus on the neck, getting WARHORSE into a grounded headlock. The referee moves in to make sure he doesn't tap or pass out, but the hold barely lasts long enough for him to ask as WARHORSE begins powering back to his feet. Elbowing Havoc in the gut, he tries to run off the ropes but is stopped with a grab of the tights by Jimmy who pulls him back in. Grabbing hold of the arm, he pulls him out in a ripcord, but can't finish the deal as WARHORSE ducks, grabs the arm into a half-nelson while trapping the other, and throws Havoc overhead with a Half-and-Half Suplex!
Feeling like this is prime time to end it, WARHORSE immediately climbs to the top rope, but Havoc wisely rolls out of the ring. But in the ring or not, it isn't enough of a hindrance to stop WARHORSE, as he dives to the outside with a Diving Double Axe Handle! His hands connecting with the top of Havoc's head, the TV Champion crumbles, and WARHORSE again takes the opportunity to celebrate by headbanging, the front row fans doing it along with him. Seeing him start to move, WARHORSE grabs Havoc and attempts to roll him into the ring, but instead is met with Jimmy ramming himself into WARHORSE and charging him back-first into the barricade! Holding his back, he has no time to prepare as Havoc rolls into the ring and springs to his feet, dashing off the ropes and diving over the top rope with a Tope Con Hilo!
Mauro Ranallo: "MAMA MIA! AIR HAVOC JUST TOOK OUT THE HEAVY METAL MASTER!"
All fired up, Havoc rolls WARHORSE into the ring and goes straight into the cover.
...ONE!
...TWO!
NO!
Again, WARHORSE manages to power out at two, and Havoc is left wondering what he has to do to put away his opponent. Giving a mental sigh, he stands up and looks down at WARHORSE, seeing him struggle to stand up. He looks at him, before then pulling his opponent's head between his legs, looking for the exclamation point!
Tom Phillips: Havocdriver? Already?!"
Mauro Ranallo: "WARHORSE needs to counter otherwise it may be lights out!"
Havoc readies to lift him up…
Tom Phillips: "Wait a minute, guys!"
Corey Graves: "YES! Finally, a lifesaver! Someone who can save me from this match!"
The music continues to play out, but nobody comes. Havoc lets go of WARHORSE and walks to the entrance side of the ring, waiting for Curtis to walk down the ramp, or do anything, but after a few minutes he just gives up and goes back to WARHORSE. Grabbing him again for the Havocdriver, he tries to lift him, but is back body dropped instead! WARHORSE then bounces off the ropes and connects with a Lariat to knock Havoc down! Climbing up top, he manages to dive off...and connect with the Elbow Drop! He goes right into the cover!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER, WARHORSE!"
WARHORSE gets the hell out of dodge while he can, taking to the outside to headbang with his front row metal maniacs while Havoc just looks upset.
Tom Phillips: "He had the match all but won, only for some distraction to cost him! How is that fair?"
Corey Graves: "It isn't, but it IS excellent mind games on the part of Curtis Axel!"
Mauro Ranallo: "A tough loss for Jimmy Havoc tonight, but it was a well fought match between both men, and you have to admit if it wasn't for Axel's distraction, it would be Havoc with his hand raised right now!"
Jimmy stands up, frustrated at the victory being snatched from his hands. Looking towards the referee for some type of clue, some answer as to what happened, he gets nothing. Being handed the Television Title by the referee, he turns around-
CRACK!
A chairshot comes flying and connects with the skull of Jimmy Havoc! Crumpling from the blow, he looks up...only to see Curtis Axel standing over him, steel chair in hand. And he isn't finished either, as he swings again at the now-seated Havoc and connects with his head a second time! Blood begins to trickle down the face of Jimmy Havoc, but it isn't over for him yet as Axel takes a mounted position and begins raining down closed fists, opening the wound even further. Still not satisfied, he gets back to his feet and grabs the steel chair again, sitting Jimmy up and smashing him in the head a third time with the cold steel. At this point, the trickle has turned into a full river of blood, and the chair is dented to be nearly unusable.
Mauro Ranallo: "Payback's come for Jimmy Havoc, and has taken the form of the cold steel laying beside him!"
Tom Phillips:: "We need some medical help for Jimmy Havoc, pronto! Who the hell let Curtis come out here and do that?!"
Corey Graves: "Whether someone let him or not it was an excellent decision! Havoc thought that it was over between him and Axel and he is paying the price for it!"
Curtis Axel is seen smiling as Jimmy Havoc lays in front of him, motionless save for the rising and falling of his chest. His face lays as a bloody mess, gushing from his forehead as the smoking gun lays next to him. Exiting the ring for a moment, Curtis grabs a microphone and heads back inside, heading right back to the same spot he stood. He then crouches down, getting right next to Havoc’s face before raising the microphone.
Curtis Axel: “Jimmy...if you can hear me right now, I hope you can, I look forward to seeing you next week.”
Axel stands back up to full height.
”No, it isn’t me wanting to hear you run your mouth again, to hear you grandstand about how this attack means nothing, that I still couldn’t beat you when it matters. What I look forward to is seeing your face. More importantly, I want to be right up close and personal with you. I don’t care how many security guards are needed, how many other people need to be out here to prevent us from tearing each other apart, I want to be in your face so I can count how many stitches I left you with after what I’ve done to you tonight!”
Axel then looks to the crowd.
”I know the saying goes that an eye for an eye will leave the world blind, but frankly I would rather be blind than having to ever see Jimmy Havoc hold that Television Title up in the air and claim himself to be a champion of any caliber! I have said it once and I will say it a thousand times over - I despise Jimmy Havoc.
I despise how he talks about himself like he is something special when he isn’t! I despise how he talks so much about being viewed as ‘underrated’ when there is a stark difference between being underrated and just outright sucking as a professional wrestler, trust me I should know because I’ve been called both throughout my entire career! I despise how his small number of fans try to defend him when I call him out in front of the entire world for being a horrible competitor by trying to claim that I ‘just don’t understand the deathmatch wrestling style’ when no such style of wrestling exists! I despise how he thinks that after sending me to the hospital to remove nails embedded into my skin and leaving me with 15 stitches in my forehead that I am just going to forgive him and abandon the goal which I’ve seeked since I joined this company! I despise how these people cheer for him, how they believe him to be some hardcore idol, how they view me as the villain of this story! They chant his name, they scream for him when he does whatever the hell he calls ‘wrestling’, but there will only ever be one chant I support when it comes to you, Jimmy.
Die Havoc Die.”
Axel steps away for a second, but only to pick up the dented steel chair lying next to Havoc’s downed body.
Curtis Axel: “If I was like these other psychopaths on the UWF roster, I would follow through in that right now and make the chant a reality for you...but I need you to stay alive for me. And if I’m being honest with myself, it won’t feel nearly as good to take the Television Championship from you now if you don’t put up any fight. I want to see you lose hope in yourself when we face off. I want to make you bleed again, open up the wounds I left tonight and make them even worse. I want you to come to the realization that there is nothing you can do against me, that there is nothing you can do against me to try and sneak out a victory. I want you to be completely out of options, no hope of a countout and no way to disqualify yourself. I want you to beg me to finish you off, I want you to embrace the thought of me hitting you with a Perfect-Plex and ending the match like a real wrestler would...but despair when that moment never comes. Being forced to continue the fight despite the bloodletting, to continue trying and failing at turning the momentum back in your favor until the match finally ends not with a bang, but a whimper and you passing out in my arms.”
Axel finally stops himself.
Curtis Axel: “Ah, sorry. I started rambling, didn’t I? Well, Jimmy, let me just put in terms that you’ll understand loud and clear.”
Axel crouches down again, getting rather uncomfortably close to Havoc before raising the microphone up.
Curtis Axel: “Jimmy, I want to make you suffer, just like I suffered.”
With that, Axel lets the microphone fall from his hand, bouncing on the canvas for a moment before settling next to Havoc. Curtis stands back up, looking down on Havoc with a smile on his face. He turns to the Television Title which is laid on the mat, but then he looks back at Jimmy Havoc, and just shakes his head before leaving the ring.
Corey Graves: “Well, I hate having to be right again, but Jimmy Havoc deserved this.”
Tom Phillips: “Deserved this? Nobody deserves this type of brutality, Curtis Axel should be ashamed of himself for what he did!”
Corey Graves: “He should be ashamed? Jimmy Havoc threw nails into his face and tried to wipe his hands clean of it! Fifteen stitches, Tom, fifteen stitches were left in Axel’s head and you want to try and say that Havoc is innocent here?!”
Tom Phillips: “I never said that he was innocent, I said that he didn’t deserve to be attacked like he did after the match he just had!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Regardless of if he deserved it or not, there will be hell to pay when these two face off!”
THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE HIGHEST POWER.
Randy Orton: *SIGH* … Yano and Ishi … so they managed to worm their way into the tag team titles match alongside my boys. I’ll give them their respect where it’s due but a roll-up pin? I mean.. You could’ve got a little bit more interesting with a finish, Yano. At least I had the decency to hit you with an RKO and make the finish a slight bit interesting. Hmmm, I don’t know.. you could’ve hit Matt with a DVD or something?!
Randy Orton: But, that’s not the point here. The real point is.. You’re starting to become a REAL pain in the ass for us. I’ve heard people all over social media referring to you guys as ‘The thorn in the side of Monster High.’ And you know something, they aren’t wrong. Now, I’m not the guy to stand here and rejoice at the idea of social media BUT you really are starting to become a thorn in the side of Monster High, aren’t you? I’ll be honest.. It’s impressive BUT I get it. I get why you have suddenly taken an interest in us. It’s because of our momentum. It’s because you need to make some profit back on your DVD’s. Without Monster High, where would you be? See.. that’s the real question that I’m continuously asking myself. It’s like drops of water falling from a broken faucet. Each drop continuously follows the other until.. The handyman is called in to repair said broken faucet. What happens then? It all stops. Now, I hope you’re understanding where I’m going with this, Yano and Ishii. I’m the handyman. I will put a spanner in your works and trust me when I say that.. if after Heatwave, this stalkerish behaviour continues, I will personally be finishing you off and sending you back to Japan with your tail between your legs. I’m starting to get really fed up with you, Yano and Ishii. Your squirrel sized brains will probably see that as a fantastic thing.. But honestly, if you go way too far with me.. There’s no way of turning back for you.
Randy Orton: Now.. Heatwave is gaining upon us. A triple threat tag team match and the world will be watching! So this is a little additional message to the current champions. Sami Zayn.. Becky Lynch. *SARCASTIC APPLAUSE*, you’ve actually beaten my boys before.. But let’s be honest with ourselves.. That was before my boys could reach their true potential. We can all realise that now with me by their sides, and that mask on Matanza’s face. They’re both in the best shape and the best mindset they have ever been in. The Monster and The King of Bros.. my talented boys. My bros. I am proud of you both and I trust you will represent the Monster High name with power and loyalty come Heatwave. I know you’ll do me proud.. but more importantly.. Do everyone else proud. And no, if you win, we are not going to Chuck E Cheese, I’m sorry, ‘Tanza. So.. that is all I have to say for now. I’m not a man of few words nor will I continue to be. Matt.. thank you for letting me film in your garage. UWF Universe.. I hope to be entertaining you all, very soon.
The scene again opens on Simon Dean as he’s sitting in the locker room looking at a picture of Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black that he’s holding in his hand. Suddenly Braun approaches.
Braun Strowman: You alright, Simon?
Simon Dean: I don’t trust these two. Did you see how the match appeared on the marquee, you and Ultramantis were listed as Team DDT with a question mark.
You’re mad about punctuation?
I’m mad because I know they had something to do with it, like it’s a foregone conclusion you’re going to sign their stupid contract.
Maybe they didn’t know how else to bill us, I mean Dreamzuki sounds like a sleep powered car or Godzilla’s little buddy.
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m reading into this whole thing the wrong way.
There’s only one right way to read into it and that’s whether it’s Suzuki and Dream, Lio and Despy, Ultramantis and Takagi because they don’t want to be team players, or D) All of the above, I’m giving out humble pie and knuckle sandwiches to anyone that’s hungry. It’s like I’m a card dealer at a poker table, someone’s getting these hands.
As the hard-driving opening of Black Mountain's "Tyrants" hits the arena sound system, the fans hit their feet. The house lights abruptly cut out before multicolored spotlights begin to sweep in wide arcs across the cheering crowd, and then the intro portion of the song comes to an end as the lights coalesce on the stage and a huge pyrotechnic explosion signals the arrival of the Cosmic Crusader. As the smoke clears, Johnny steps onto the stage in full regalia, his UWF Championship worn proudly on one shoulder as his free hand rises in a closed-fist victory pose.
Tony Chimel: From the Palace of Wisdom, and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is the Reigning and Defending UWF Champion... Johnny Morrison!
After his name has been announced, there's another resounding pop from the fans, and Morrison heads down the ramp with a confident swagger. He claps palms with every eager fan that he can, smiling widely as he does so. The UWF Champion then jogs up the ring steps, enters the ring, and heads to his corner, climbing it to hold the championship high once again before shrugging off his coat and handing it and the title to the official. Morrison then turns back to his corner to perform some pre-match stretches ahead of the battle that is yet to come.
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 
DING DING DING
Morrison cautiously walks up to WALTER, knowing exactly what the man is capable of. The two lock up in the center of the ring with WALTER gaining an immediate advantage. He pushes Morrison back into the ropes. The ref starts to count down but WALTER uses his strength to pull Morrison away, lifting him overhead with a backwards throw, Johnny landing hard on his back and rolling out of the ring. WALTER follows him out and grabs him from behind, ready to throw him right into the steel ring post! Morrison however slips behind him and shoves WALTER forward into the ring post instead, Der Ringgeneral hitting face first! He stumbles backwards, trying to stay up but Johnny quickly jumps onto the apron, springboarding off and connecting with the Interstellar Leap!
Tom Phillips: This match has really taken off right off the bat!
Mauro Ranallo: Morrison knows that he needs to put a stop to WALTER quick before he can gain any sort of momentum.
Johnny tries to pick up WALTER to bring him back into the ring but the sheer size of him makes it hard. By the times he's got him up to his feet, WALTER shoves him back first into the apron. He then throws Morrison back into the ring and follows him in. He stalks Johnny who is trying to get up to his feet. Once he does he turns around and his throat is caught in the grasp of WALTER's hand. He lifts up Johnny for a Chokeslam but Morrison uses his incredible core strength to flip all the way over and comes back down with a DDT! WALTER is sitting up from the impact looking dazed and Johnny runs to the ropes, coming back for the Brave New Reality! WALTER however catches his knee! He repositions his legs and is able to lift Johnny straight up into the air before planting him down to the mat with a powerbomb! He falls on him for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Morrison kicks out! WALTER brings the former UWF Champion back up to his feet, giving him a stern chop across the chest that knocks him right back down.
Mauro Ranallo: That chop was so loud, the police might mistake it for a gunshot.
Corey Graves: I think a gunshot would be preferred when you're fighting against WALTER.
Morrison is holding his chest with both hands after having it damn near caved in. WALTER grabs him his his hair this time and throws him into the corner. From there he starts unleashes multiple back elbows, keeping Johnny trapped until the ref starts to count to five before he backs off with both hands in the air. WALTER then runs forward to spear him in the corner but Johnny lifts his legs up and WALTER connects with the steel post again! Johnny then puts his leg's around his body and flips for with a sunset flip bomb! The ref makes the cover!
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WALTER kicks out! Morrison gets to his feet and tries to move WALTER into position for his Cosmic Calamity but WALTER is pure dead weight. He grabs both arms and maneuvers him into position. He's about to jump up to the top rope but WALTER ends up grabbing his leg and brings him back down. Johnny starts to kick at him with he free foot but Der Ringgeneral just absorbs the hits and catches his other foot. Johnny instead lays over him and starts to unload with punches but WALTER just shoves him clear off! He tries to get back to his feet but Morrison is back at it with the kicks. WALTER manages to fight through it and catches one of the kicks, bringing Johnny into a bearhug!
Corey Graves: This has got to be it. Ain't no way anyone is getting out of the grasp.
Mauro Ranallo: Johnny Morrison is a former UWF Champion for a reason though Corey. Plus he's got that incredible core. You think WALTER is gonna be able to get through those abs?
Corey Graves: Never took you for a body guy Mauro but you wanna talk physiques, take a look at WALTER. That's the ideal male body. You might not like it, but that's what peak performance looks like.
Morrison is nowhere near the ropes and he's struggling as WALTER squeezes the life out of him. He tries for the old ear slap but WALTER doesn't break focus, only squeezing harder. Morrison tries some punches but gets the same result. Finally he just straight up grabs his ears and starts twisting them around. WALTER winces from the pain and finally releases the hold. Johnny runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them to come back with the Reality Destroyer! WALTER doesn't go down however and so Johnny runs to the ropes once more, springboarding off them again but WALTER catches him in mid air! Next thing you know he's thrown backwards with the T-Bone Suplex he calls the Österreichischer Suplex! He then makes the pin.
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Morrison kicks out at 2!
Tom Phillips: These two have been giving it everything they've got since this match started. Who's going to come out on top!
Corey Graves: I don't know if you noticed this Tom but one man is clearly in charge here and that's WALTER.
Proving Corey's words right, WALTER gets back to his feet and brings up Johnny's limp body along with him. He brings him to the corner and powers him up onto the top rope. He gives him a slap to the face before turning his back on him and letting the fans know just how little he cares about the former UWF Champion. The crowd boos him but Johnny comes to life and wraps his leg's around WALTER's neck. He hangs down over the ropes and gets more leverage, choking out the big man. The ref starts to count to 5 and Johnny sits back up. WALTER ends up walking away from the ropes with him still in an electric chair position. He's look a little light headed though after all this attacks to his head and Johnny ends up rolling forward, trapping WALTER with a victory roll!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Johnny Morrison!
Corey Graves: Of course Morrison couldn't beat him fair and square! He had to use some cheap tactics to get the job done.
Tom Phillips: He's called Der Ringgeneral and Johnny just beat him using a wrestling move. No cheap tactics there.
Morrison rolls out of the ring and celebrates his victory wile WALTER immediately gets up and starts arguing with the ref as the show moves on.
The action in the ring has been amazing so far on the episode of Revolution. It's time to take a break away from the ring though as the cameras change from ringside to the entrance to the arena from the parking lot. The doors swing open, showing The Dudley Boyz with their manager Stacy Keibler showing up for the show. Stacy isn't carrying anything as Bubba has two cases in his hand, one can assume he is carrying Stacy's stuff as D-Von also has one. The boys look happy as Stacy looks a bit frantic. Almost instantly, Renee Young is standing in front of them with a microphone, waiting for an interview. The trio stop dead in their tracks, looking a bit surprised.
Stacy Keibler: Whoa, hold up, I thought our interview was scheduled for later on in the night? I thought I had time to get in and relax a little before we had to speak.
Renee Young: I'm sorry Stace, there was a change of plan & I was instructed to meet you as soon as you came through those days. I've been asked to get your opinion on what happened in the ring earlier on tonight?
Stacy: What do you mean? What happened in the ring earlier tonight?
Renee: Did you not see or hear? Shibata demanded a match against your Spike. EC3 reluctantly made the match official after Spike went to the ring as well? I thought you knew.
Stacy: Oh for the lords sake, I knew I shouldn't have let Spike come to the arena without us. I knew he would do something stupid like that just like last week when he poked the bear and went for a ride from the beast. I've got to go find him but listen, feel free to talk to my other boys. They will answer any question you need to know. Argh, sometimes it's hard being a manager.... sometimes I wish I was just the host of a UWF reality show.
With that, Stacy walks out of the shot as Bubba & D-Von just stand there, looking at Renee with massive smiles on their faces. Renee watches Stacy leave and turns around to be a little weirded out by the Dudleyz faces. D-Von motions for her to begin as both men look more then happy that it is their time and not Stacy's.
Renee: Well I suppose it's just you guys then. Bubba, last week you defeated a pair of Stokely Hathaway's Clients in the Beer City Bruiser and his partner, Cheeseburger. Just how important was that win to get you back on the right track after what happened at Backlash?
With this question, The Dudleyz mood changes. Bubba's face drops as D-Von pushes his lips together, seemingly knowing what will happen as he braces himself. Renee puts the mic towards Bubba's mouth as he speaks.
Bubba Ray Dudley: You want to know if it was a big win or not I'm assuming. Let me answer your question with another question. Did you see what UWF put me through last week? I am a big boy, I am a big boy with needs and last week, UWF put me in the ring with a juicy, meety, healthy Cheeseburger. That guy only brought me one cheeseburger to munch on and he expected me to chew on that for a whole night. That guy is lucky I didn't start eating him. I would have loved nothing more then to munch down on him and then wash it down with a beautiful keg of beer.
D-Von Dudley: Renee, what my brother is trying to say is that last week, it was a big win. Now I know what kind of clientele Hathaway has been employing recently but we can only beat what is put in front of us and those two guys were looking to impress people. We know what it's like to fight someone who is fighting for their job and those guys brought it. We respect them but they stood in our way. We need to bounce back after TLC and we did that.
Bubba: I'm just waiting for Cheeseburger to bounce back my last few texts so we can go out on the town. I've heard he can hook me up with a life time supply of Cheeseburgers. It's exactly what I need after I lost the Gatorade Sponsorship in that TLC match. Man, I was bummed, totally upset that we didn't get that sponsorship off Sweet N Sour Inc.... just imagine how much money we could have saved.
Renee: Speaking of the TLC match at Backlash, what are your thoughts on that match? We saw last week The Dudley Boyz were quite vague and said you failed but what were your true thoughts?
Bubba: My thoughts are that Gingers have no soul and now Becky Lynch has no conscience. Did you see that crazy lady take a chunk out of poor Kyle. I'm a fat bastard and even I'm not going to have any of him. I'm still mortified at what that lady was willing to go to for those UWF Tag Team Titles but it still wasn't the worst thing she did at Backlash..... no no no did you see her waste a beautiful delicious cake. I will never ever be able to forgive her for that. If she didn't want it, she knew where my lockeroom was. I would have gobbled it up without no question.
D-Von: Listen Renee, at the end of the day The Dynamic Duo wanted it more. Whether we like to admit it or not, they were the better team. Becky Lynch was willing to put everything on the line and she suffered for it but she got them over the line in the end. Were we ready for it? Nope, you bet your ass we weren't but those Dynamic Duo is just a problem we can't solve. They have our number and we just keep dialing it up for them. We know this Renee and we have accepted it. We have accepted the fact that there are at least 2 teams in front of us now in the queue. Monster High & The Movie Set guys deserve their shot and we just have to accept that. If things were different & The Undisputed Era were still around, it could have been us with the Number One Contendership but it's not and we are okay with that.
Bubba: From what I understand, we currently have the Pay Per View off and a buffet catering service booked. If you asked me what I would prefer to be doing..... well you just wouldn't be too clever now would you Penne Pasta?
Renee: I can only imagine that you would prefer to be stuffing your face with food Bubba.
Bubba nods his head towards Renee as he begins licking his lips at the thought. He seems very happy thinking about it as D-Von doesn't look as happy.
Renee: That is fair enough, it's been a busy couple of weeks for not just you but also your brother Spike in the UWF. Just a few thoughts on what he is going through with the UWF Champion, Katsuyori Shibata?
D-Von: Honestly Renee, we know what our brother is capable of but we aren't never seen anyone that is as dangerous as Shibata is. I think he has bitten off more then he can chew but if there is anyone we know not to discount, it's our brother. Now our role in UWF is focused solely on our Tag Team Commitments as his is on his singles commitments. We tend to stay out of it so we will be watching from a distance, cheering him on whilst crossing our fingers that he can come out of this strong and not losing it all. That's what we will do in regards to that.
Renee: And what will the future hold for the Dudley Boyz as a tag team? Do you have any plans for the immediate future?
Bubba: Eat, Sleep, Eat, Sleep, Eat, Sleep.
D-Von: I think they get the picture Bubba but he is right. As far as our calendar goes, for the first time in a while, our plans are unclear. I stand here hoping that someone makes us fill this calendar as we are itching to put someone through a table but right now, we just have to bide our time. We just sit back and watch the rest of the tag division, do a little scouting mission and we watch who stands out. We might follow Sweet N Sour's plans and have a sleep over next week from Dudleyville.... we have no idea and we have no plans but we all know, that can change with a click of our fingers. We will be watching and we will be ready to strike so just make sure you don't sleep on the Dudleyz.
Bubba: Exactly, make sure you don't sleep on me. I toss and turn alot and you don't want to get stuck underneath me. I may squish you and no one wants to be suffocating on these breasts.
Bubba cups his breasts as Renee chuckles under her breath. Bubba walks off out of shot as D-Von shakes his head at him. D-Von goes to walk off and then stops himself. He turns back to Renee who has the mic ready to go.
D-Von: I guess the only thing left to say would be........ OH MY BROTHERS..... BREASTIFY...... oh damn it Bubba, look what you made me do.
D-Von runs off out of shot. Renee looks back at the camera, barely containing her laughter.
Renee: And that was The Dudley Boyz...... now back to you.
The camera zooms out, blacking out and going somewhere else in the arena.
Rey goes to the interview area and he looks around
Rey Mysterio: Bray I am here. Where are you?!
Rey then turns and he sees a door and he doesn’t waste time flinging open a door. Rey enters the room and he sees a familiar adversary
Rey Mysterio: Corey Graves?
Corey Graves: Hello Rey sit down.
Rey Mysterio: What do you want? Shouldn’t you be announcing? Where is Bray and the funhouse?
Corey Graves: Rey please just sit down.
Mysterio is hesitant but he decides to sit down next to his old foe and Corey begins to speak
Corey Graves: Rey how’s it going?
Rey Mysterio: Where is Bray Wyatt?
Corey Graves: Simple minded as usual just like the delusion of you being a hero.
Rey Mysterio: Corey you don’t know what you’re talking about. I thought you would let go of this grudge years ago but I have seen nothing has changed for you. You’re still the same bitter man as you once were.
Corey Graves: Rey you just don’t get it you aren’t a hero.
Rey Mysterio: Let me guess you’re going to say I am a villain?
Corey Graves: No Rey, you’re not a villain. You’re just a man who isn’t a hero. Tell me Rey what have you done by yourself?
Rey Mysterio: What do you mean?
Corey Graves: What have you done? You haven’t done anything by yourself. You always had to have your little buddies by your sides. Without help you’re nothing. You’re just an ordinary little man that’s all you are Rey. And here comes Bray Wyatt. What does he do Rey? He offers you help. He offers you what you need.
Rey Mysterio: And what do I need Corey? Tell me what do I need?
Corey Graves: You know what you need
Rey Mysterio: All I need Corey is these people. These people who cheer me on and believe in me. I know you find it hard to believe Corey but everything I have done in the past led to this. I am someone who does whatever it takes to be the best hero possible. No hero is perfect and some heroes make mistakes but the one thing I don’t do is lie. I have never lied to you when we fought and I never lied to these people. All I have ever done was shown people time and time again that I am the hero they can trust and believe in. Have I had some slip ups? Yes. Have I been perfect? No. I don’t claim to be but being a liar and I never will be.
Corey Graves: Then how come are you lying now?
Rey Mysterio: What do you mean?
Corey Graves: Rey were you ever for the people or just for yourself? That is a rhetorical question don’t answer. Everything you did was for yourself. You don’t care about the people you care about the image you present. You didn’t get that image because of your hard work. No you got that image because of the people who helped you. Without those people you’re nothing. You’re just another man on this roster, and here is Bray Wyatt looking to help you. Serving you the best opportunity possible and giving you the help you need to retain that status and now you want to beat him up? You haven’t changed. You’re not only a grunt, but a liar as well.
Rey and Corey stare at each other and Corey hands Rey a note.
Corey Graves: Here is this note. It will lead you to what you want to find. Have fun Rey, and remember let him in.
Rey is reading the note and he looks up to respond to Corey but Corey isn’t there. Rey just shakes his head and he gets up and leaves the room as UWF moves forward.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and 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: Whatever you want to say about how it happened, Braun picked up a victory over former record-breaking International Champion Rey Mysterio, adding another accolade to a quickly growing pile. Tonight he'll team up with another former world champion in Ultramantis Black, who, along with Shanshiro Takagi, has attempted to recruit the Monster Among Men to Team DDT.
Graves: I can't say I blame them. Strowman is a freak athlete and quickly becoming one of the most dominant competitors on the roster.
Phillips: Simon Dean isn't interested, though - he believes that all Braun needs to worry about is sticking to the Simon System.
Graves: Maybe they can work out some kind of deal - a sponsorship maybe.
Braun heads over to his corner while awaiting the arrival of his partner.
Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position.
Chimel: Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra. He then heads over to Braun and offers a respectful nod. Takagi and Dean keep some distance at ringside, both evidently more focused on the match ahead over their squabbles, at least for the time being.
Ranallo: The one-time UWF Champion has at least temporarily put any ambitions of reclaiming that title on hold as he and Takagi look to introduce the UWF to DDT, and their unique vision of the future of professional wrestling.
Phillips: It's all cultist weirdo stuff. I saw a documentary series about stuff like this on Netflix.
Graves: Get a hobby, nerd. But first, show some respect and reverence for the moment. You could be looking at the formation of the next great faction tonight.
Braun and UMB don't mince words strategezing while they wait for their opponents. 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
Despy: Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away.
Chimel: 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.
YOW!
Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate.
Chimel: Making his way from Capitol City, Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, "the Experience," the Velveteen Dream!
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground
Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
Chimel heads out of the ring. UMB volunteers to kick things off for their team - Braun simply shrugs and steps over the ropes to apron. In the opposite corner, things aren't so amicable. Both Dream and Suzuki are set on starting the match. Their argument looks like it's about to come to blows. The Official steps in and pleads with one man to step out. Finally, with a smile so twisted its hardly a smile, Minoru obliges and goes through the ropes. With that, the Ref calls for the bell.
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Ultramantis postures up while Dream looks to close the gap. Before he can make it more than a step away, though, Suzuki reaches over the top rope and slaps him on the back, effectively tagging himself in. The crowd boos while Minoru just looks at his partner like "rules are rules". On the outside, Despy is the lone man in the arena offering up some applause while Lio Rush is spouting off some idignant trash talk at the legendary Japanese grappler.
Phillips: Some trouble in paradise already.
Graves: What else would expect in an EC3 Special?
Brushing off the insult, Dream leaves well enough alone and steps through the ropes on to the apron while Suzuki moves in the opposite direction. The former UWF Champion across the ring takes advantage of the kerfuffle and runs over, clipping Suzuki with a running knee to the midsection as he comes charging in. Minoru doubles over, and UMB pivots to grab his chin before landing a swif, picture perfect Snapmare Driver! The vicisous maneuver plants his foe face-first into the canvas, and the Great and Devious One doesn't hesitate to hook a leg for the cover. The Ref slides in to count it..
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Suzuki kicks out just after two. Ultramantis stays hungry for it, prying Minoru up off the mat and to his feet before firing a couple of knees into torso again. Suzuki just shrugs these ones off, however, before firing back with a few strikes of his own. The stiff blows land hard, his calcified elbows connecting like a baseball bat on a 90mph curveball.
Takagi shouts something at Suzuki from the floor below. It's in Japanese. So how knows what he said. But it sure catches MInoru's attention. He turns around to give the DDT owner what for. Big mistake. UMB immediately hooks his arms up under his shoulders before delivering a Full Nelson Slam. He transitions from that into his second pin attempt of the night...
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Minoru kicks out again. Desperado circles the ring to chase off Takagi. Surprisingly, Simon Dean comes to his aid, weilding his packed-full gym bag with lethal intentions. It looks heavy. It would probably suck to get hit by it. Never one to be upstaged, Lio Rush can't help himself but to get invovled too, at which point the Ref abandons his post to tell all of them off, threatening to send all four men to the back if they don't chill out.
Ranallo: There are as many men inside the ring as there on the outside - we aren't even five minutes into this match and the Official is already losing control. I can't say that I fault him for it. It's a motley crew out there.
Phillips: He'd be better off just kicking them all out now, before this gets out of hand.
Back in the ring, UMB looks to pull Suzuki up again only for Minoru to catch him around the neck and pull him down, effectively making a cover with a Small Package. He shouts at the Ref, who turns around, sees what's what, and hurries in to make the count...
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He's late getting there, and the former UWF Champ kicks out at one! Suzuki doesn't seem surprised, and as if he were anticipating it, is already back up on his feet. He hits the ropes, bounces back and catches Black on the return with a Penalty Kick to the legs just as he's standing up. The kick knocks UMB's feet out from under him, toppling him to the mat. Suzuki pivots around and sinks in a Sleeper real quick.
Graves: Ultramantis Black is in a lot of trouble. There aren't many men alive who can apply that hold as well as Suzuki.
Ranallo: It was the first legitimate "finishing" move in this sport and to this day, remains one of the most effective. A ruthless choke that is very difficult to defend, let alone escape from. Black is in trouble.
Strowman reaches out a hand for the tag. Black reaches back, but Suzuki cuts that off by dragging him away, still squeezing tight, cutting off the airflow more and more by the second. Ultramantis' squirming feet kick against the canvas, pushing both dudes back a few paces more, getting them within range of Suzuki's home corner. When they're close enough, Dream reaches over the ropes and tags himself in, slapping Minoru across the back. Payback.
Phillips: Dream offering Suzuki a taste of his own medicine.
Graves: What an egomaniac. Suzuki probably had this match won and Dream couldn't stand to let him end it.
Suzuki releases the choke and turns to face Dream as he comes through the ropes. Velveteen points to the outside and tells Suzuki to leave. It looks like Minoru is ready to tear him to bits, but the Ref steps between them - the rare call to break up teammates in a match. Suzuki nods slowly and eventually leaves.
Ultramantis Black is in rough shape, coughing up a storm as he tries to get some air back in his body. Dream doesn't offer any quarter, hoisting the former champ up on to his shoulders before cartwheeling over to execute a stunning Dream Valley Driver. The rolling move plants UMB into the ring. Velveteen spins out then slides on to his opponent to make the cover...
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Black kicks out at a late two! Dream can't belive it, so he grabs him by the shoulders, presses him back down into the canvas and make a more thorough cover this time, hooking a leg for emphasis...
Ranallo: Dream hooks the leg!
Phillips: Will it be enought this time?
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No! UMB gets out again. Dream offers up three fingers to the Ref, who insists that its actually just two fingers. Velveteen Dream agrees to disagree before going back to work. Dragging Black up to his feet, he hooks an arm around his head and prepares to hit the Dreamcatcher DDT! While he spins Black around, the Great and Devious One rolls out of harms way towards his home corner. Dream turns around just in time to see Braun Strowman get tagged into the match for the first time.
Graves: Dream's in trouble now!
Ranallo: He almost had Black finished. Strowman might just turn this whole match around!
Braun steps over the ropes like any self-respecting giant would. Dream's eyes go wide. Super wide. As far as anyone knows, this is the biggest son of a gun he's ever squared off against in his whole entire career so far.
Strowman lumbers towards him in an almost Frankensteinian sort of way. With a heartful of courage, Velveteen Dream just bites down on the proverbial mouthgaurd and goes for it, running full speed at the mountain of a man coming his way. Braun lunges, hoping to catch his foe on the way in. Except Dream ducks his arms and runs right past, hitting the ropes before coming back quick with a running lariat.
The big guy turns around to take the full impact of the arm on his chest. Nothing doing. He doesn't even budge a step. A sympathetic UWF crowd rallies behind Dream, urging him to try again. Braun even welcomes it, pointing towards the ropes and daring him to shoot his shot.
Ranallo: The gauntlet has be thrown down. Strowman wants everything Dream can offer - his best best shot.
Graves: Getting into a test of strength with Braun Strowman is ill-advised. If that annoying hype man of his at ringside was worth a damn, maybe he could chime in with an alternative strategy right about now.
Lio doesn't. And Dream goes for it, heading back for the ropes and rebounding off to come at Braun again. The Monster Among Men braces himself, ready to shrug off another feeble attempt, except this time, instead of a lariat, Dream sommersaults and rolls right behind Braun and uses all that momentum and misdirection to catch him off balance with a roll-up! The behemoth topples and his shoulders fall to the ground like a mighty oak felled by a lumberjack in the great nothern woods of beautiful British Columbia. The Ref counts it!
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Braun powers out! Both men scramble to their feet but the bigger of the two grabs hold of the smaller of the two, pulls him in before he can flee and promptly flattens him his a staggering Chokeslam! With a look of agitation spread all across his mug, Braun kneels next to his kill and leaves a firm hand planted over the neck to effectively make the cover...
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No! Dream gets a shoulder up! Braun huffs and puffs and gets right back to work, picking up his opponent before tossing him unceremoniously into a neutral corner. Velvteen's spine crashes into the hard buckle and he staggers forward, totally winded. Strowman meets him a few paces after that, going low and lifting high to execute a Flapjack!
Phillips: I wonder if Flapjacks are kosher eating on the Simon System diet?
Graves: If Dream can't rally soon, he might be eating out of a tube for the foreseeable future.
Braun roll the flattened fellow over and shoot the half to make his second pin attempt of the match. The Official comes down to make the count...
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Dream powers out! The crowd loves it! They chant his name, spurred on by the intense ringside energy of Lio Rush. Meanwhile, Simon is baring kill orders at Braun. Also the other guys are still there. Anyway, Braun hoists Dream up onto his shouders, looking to finish things off with that Powerslam. It's looking grim. He moves to slam the guy when Dream slides off his back right in the knick of time! Surprise!
Braun spins around to swallow one heckuva uppercut from the flamboyant superstar. This time, the strike does some damage, sending Braun's head around on a swivel. Dream follows up with a huge dropkick to knock the giant off of his feet. Now both guys are down! You know what that means? Hot tag energy. The people need to see it. They're cheering hard, urging Dream to get to his corner.
Ranallo: If Velveteen Dream can make it back to his corner, that team still has a chance, but he just took a lot of big shots and if Strowman can tag out first, Ultramantis Black might just put this away.
Phillips: I can't handle the suspense!
Strowman comes to and clumsily lumbers towards his corner, UMB desperately pleeing for a tag in from his hopefully-someday-stablemate. Dream finally reaches his own turnbuckle and pries himself up to his feet. Suzuki is standing there, waiting for him.
Except rather than tag himself into the match, Minoru spins Dream around and locks in a Sleeper Hold on his own partner! The crowd boos and hisses! They hate to see it! Lio Rush runs into to help but Despy bonks him over the head with his guitar! Unbelievable!
Graves: When you kick the hornets nest, you get hornets.
Ranallo: This is despicable! Suzuki would rather harm his own teammate than win the match!
Dream is in no shape to stand up to the blindside attack and he quickly fades out of consciousness. Meanwhile, Strowman tags in UMB, and the Great and Devious One rushes across the ring to attack. Suzuki releases Dream into the Team DDT dude's waiting arms. He hooks Dream's arms behind his back and executes the Praying Mantis Bomb! With Dream folded up and out cold, UMB makes the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
ULTRAMANTIS BLACK AND BRAUN STROWMAN!
The sinister music of UMB hits the PA and the Ref raises his hand in victory! Takagi joins him in the ring and beckons Braun to come in as well, but Simon Dean tells Braun to come with him as he starts on his way out.
Ranallo: A closely-contested contest that ended in controversial fashion. It seems like the feud between Dream and Suzuki is far from over.
Phillips: There appears to be some lingering tension betwen our winners, as well.
Graves: Dream should have seen this coming. When you cross a man like Minoru Suzuki, there are always going to be consequences.
Ultramantis celebrates in the ring a while longer before heading out, as soon as he's out of the ring, Minoru Suzuki comes in, he stares at Dream then kicks him out of the ring to the chaotic boos of the crowd, he demands a mic and begins speaking directly to Dream who begins to regain consciousness
Velveteen Dream, I am not happy with how our last match ended, I do not like my name to be associated with such cowardice so I am here to challenge you to another match only this time despite how much you'd want to run, despite how much you'd want to get away from me you wouldn't be able to because I am challenging you, Velveteen Dream, to a cage match.
Suzuki drops the mic and begins heading up the ramp with Despy close behind him while Dream begins to stand up and Revolution continues.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Effervescent backstage correspondent Renee Young is coming down the concrete hall when she hears voices coming through the door of a nearby storage closet. She checks her watch - evidently there's enough time before her next interview segment to investigate! Young cautiously approaches the scene, looking to drops some eaves without blowing her cover. It's instantly obvious who the two voices on the other side of the door belong to.
Sweeney: So like I was tellin' ya, I found a nice spot overlooking the lake and the lease is a steal! I guess the guy in there now is trying to get outta dodge pronto. Something about the landlord. But I'm not worried about - wait - hold on a sec...
Some rumbling and bumping around. Soft grunting. Renee raises an eyebrow curiously.
Sweeney: - that cause it's nothing a cupla former Champs can't handle, right buddy? Could you pass me that boa?
KO'R: Yeah. Sure. Cool. You know me. I'm down for whatever. Where's the tape?
Sweeney: On the shelf behind you. To your left.
Another clumsy shuffling sound through the door.
Sweeney: No, your other left.
A loud clanging. Something shatters.
Sweeney: Your other other left!
KO'R: Oh yeah. Now I see it.
Some more bumping and thumping, and its getting more agitated by the second. Renee is just about to knock on the door when it bursts open. The boys from Sweet n' Sour Inc. stumble out, eyes squinting against the hallway lights, both looking like they just came out second best in a donnybrook with a tornado. Some of their ring gear is on backwards, Larry's hair is all messed up and Kyle has somehow wrapped all his fingers together with the wrist tape. They're surprised to see Young standing there when they come out.
KO'R: What the frick are you doing here?
Young: No. There's no way you get to ask the first question right now. What's... all of this about?
She haphazardly gestures to the mess before her eyes. Sweeeney, never one to be caught on his back foot, casually brushes his hair back and peacocks his neck a bit, owning it as best he can.
Sweeney: Just getting ready for our match tonight. You just so happened to catch us half-prepared is all. I woulda thought the company's so-called finest backstage talking head would have something better to do than snoop around private locker rooms -
Young: Private locker room? That's a storage closet. It's for storage.
Sweeney: Well it's the best we could get! That ruthless bitch of an ex-wife Tammy from Gatorade took the ex-NWO-Clubhouse-slash-ex-Strong Dragons Dojo in the divorce. And we're not about to share a lockerroom with the cans and scrubs signed to measly five-figure contracts! Sheesh! We mingle with our peers or no one, and since we have no peers, we mingle with no one! It's just a damn shame we've been reduced to this low-rent, hogus bogus, broom closet charade!
Kyle, who is trying desperately to peel the tape off his hands with just his teeth, speaks up with a mouthful of that.
KO'R: Id dudn eephn haf a ly swits in dare.
Young: Clearly.
Sweeney: Look sweetheart -
Young: Don't ever call me that.
Sweeney: - I'm sure you've been in the sports news game long enough to have heard the term "rebuilding year" thrown around before. Well this is that. We took a couple on the chin and it cost us a little more than we'd like to admit. But Sweet n' Sour Incorporated has been and will always be the most authentic practice of the American Dream ever seen in professional wrestling. Manifest destiny... comprende? We're trailblazers. Pioneers. Like the modern day Lewis and Clark. And just cause we hit a rough patch and we're not at our best...
KO'R: Weer till pree good.
Kyle manages to finally get some of that tape off, chews it up and eats it.
Young: Ew. Kyle. What the hell?
KO'R: Spitters are quitters, Renee. That's the only thing my Catholic family and my gay husband could ever agree on.
Young: Okay. Well I have to go now. Anywhere else but here.
She turns to leave but Larry cuts her off.
Sweeney: We've got a little more prep work to get through here but do us a favor, huh? You see that measly bum Stokely Hathaway around anywhere, you let him know that the jig's up! This match tonight is a veritable cease and desist on the gimmick infringing scumbag. Settlement to be paid in the two Japanese asses we're about to kick all the way back across the Pacific. This town ain't big enough for the both of us, and me and Kyle have had it up to here with his puny "Enterprise" trying to horn in on our game.
Young: Yeah. I'll be sure to let him know.
She brushes past Larry and walks off. Mr. 12 Large calls after her.
Sweeney: Verbatim so he knows it's the real deal!
KO'R: I think my boots are on backwards.
They look down to see that somehow, some way, Kyle boots are tied on tight by also somehow entirely 180'd, so that the tip is behind his ankle.
Sweeney: Yikes! That doesn't even seem physically possible. We've got some work to do.
The fellas go back into the closet, closing the door behind them. Revolution continues elsewhere.
As the scene opens we see Yano and Ishii in the locker room in a gym. Yano has a speaker with him.
Yano: “Alright listen, we did it, we finally beat weed bro and murderer. But now this is the big test and what we have been wanting since we got here. We have a chance to be UWF Tag Team Champions. You know what that means right?”
Ishii: …
Yano: “No not gold, MOVIE DEALS. Think about it, every big movie producer would want to sign us after we can call ourselves champions: Universal, MGM, Paramount, Disney. All of them will want us. So we need to be prepared for this so we need to train. I know that training is your favorite thing but I have something that will help us.”
Ishii:...
Yano: “No not protein, I have music and a camera so it is time for a training montage.”
Yano presses play on the speaker.
As the song starts we cut to Ishii doing basic curls and Yano is talking on the phone with someone.
The next cut is to the Bench Press where Yano puts 420 lbs on the bar. Ishii goes and lifts it three times before the bar gets a bit too heavy for him. As Ishii struggles, Yano gets distracted by someone in the gym. Ishii tries to get Yano’s attention but he falls over on the floor as the montage cuts to something else.
Last is the Squat Rack where Ishii makes sure to put his own weight onto the bar. Ishii goes three reps of five before putting the bar back on the rack. He goes to tell Yano that it is his turn but Yano is nowhere in sight. Cut to Yano talking to two ladies about this new DVD called “Yano’s Romantic Stories...Starring Ishii”. Ishii just looks displeased.
Yano: “Well that was a tough workout, I don’t know how you do it buddy. Well I'm going back to the house and I will see you at the arena.”
Yano walks away.
Ishii: “Somedays I wonder why I help him.”
Ishii walks off as the scene cuts to black.
Mauro: We've had an exciting night so far and UWF would like to announce the return of a fan favorite show. Coming this Saturday… we will see twelve superstars. One house. One winner. These bombastic personalities may coexist in a wrestling ring every week on Revolution, but what will happen when they're forced to li-
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The screen glitches out, becoming completely unrecognizable from the promotion before it. This continues for a good 20 seconds before it quickly comes back on. It's Adam Cole, in a hand-recorded video, which draws just the worst out of the fans. His two stablemates lurk in the background, serving as a stark reminder of the danger they pose in number. He begins to speak.
Cole: UWF universe! Bet ya didn't expect to see us again. They sure did try to make it so you couldn't, but if you're seeing this right now, then we've been successful! Isn't that just wonderful? Poetic? We have asserted control over this entire screwed-up little billionaire's playhouse they call a "company," and we have gotten our voice out there. A voice that's being silenced and held down. Yeah, actually held down. Unlike the cowards you had pick up our rightful tag titles who bitch and moan about getting more than one opponent at a time. Guess what juniors? You're more overprivileged than anything! If it weren't for them, we'd be in that TLC match, we'd be busting up your disgusting freckled faces, and we'd still be holding those titles. But that's besides the point.
You may be wondering, "How Adam Cole, how on God's great big green earth are you appearing live on international TV when they've suspended you?" I know you've been clamoring to ask that question because while you cry about us online, you secretly tune in every week to watch us wrestle. Well I'll tell you how. You see, there's this funny little thing called money. And I used that money you gave us, EC3, back when we were still getting paid, and I gave it to a select few individuals in the production truck. Now, they can play whatever we tell them to, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. It could be anyone, Carter. And there's quite a few, too. But this little recording, it won't be all. Because we'll record more. And we'll give it to em. And we'll keep paying them. And then they keep playing it. And the cycle keeps repeating over and over until you give us our spots back.
He pauses a bit, considering his next words.
Cole: Now… it'd be smart to ask what our endgame is here. Well, Maverick - and I'm talking to you specifically - there's one SPECIFIC recording that got us in trouble. One that's so heinous (apparently) that it couldn't be broadcast on live TV. One that shattered the status quo into a million pieces, and caused you to suspend us as damage control. It's the footage from Mexico City. Oh man, haha, I can imagine you shaking in your size 5 baby shoes, Drake. What would happen if that leaked to the public? What if we played that? What would it say about the company? Now THAT'S a dilemma. Give us screen time, or risk a complete PR disaster! It must be so hard a choice to make. And what we want is one thing in particular. We want a match with Johnny Morrison at the next PPV. Me vs him. One on one. Any stipulation. If you don't humor us, we-he-hell, that footage from Mexico will be going live on PPV.
He nods, a shit-eating grin once annoying becoming unbearable.
Cole: Why Johnny? Why the Cosmic Crusader? The Intergalactic Git? Well, how do I put it simply… Imagine you were an all A's student. Not feasible for most UWF viewers, but still. Imagine you were on track for valedictorian, you're miles ahead of everyone else, there's no competition. You've put the hours of studying in and there's no stopping you. Except… there's this one kid. He's worse. Less skilled. You ace tests he fails. He still puts work in but you are undisputedly his superior. The thing is, he kisses the teacher's asses. He's a brown-nosing clown who only is where he is because he talked his way in. The teachers, they say, "Oh, look at this fine young man. He's what the perfect student should be!"
Then the finals roll around - you've been working so hard - and the teachers grade him more leniently than you. Then that final brings his grade up above yours. THEN he wins valedictorian. THEN for the last few weeks of the year, you get to hear all about he good he did, how HE worked his ass off to get his prize, while you get NOTHING. Wouldn't you… just wanna punch him in the nose? Just once? Attack him from behind, attack him from the front, whatever it takes to hurt him as much as possible just like we did? And now you start to understand.
He cracks his knuckles as Roddy and Fish step closer behind him, an intimidating presence. They're now taking up the frame.
Cole: Well I'm calling Morrison out for who he really is: an asskisser. A soulless corporate shill who got where he got cause he let management put their hand up his ass and puppeteer him. I beat you, Johnny. I probably draw more than you too. And what do I get for it? Nothing. Instead you're off winning titles because you jumped off the titantron at the right angle, while I'm slaving away and paying people off just to get on TV because the suits don't like me. But that's aaaaalll about to change. Because I just made the whole Carter family an offer they can't refuse. So see you on PPV, John-boy.
He readjusts his sleeves and looks at his watch.
Cole: It looks like I'm out of time for now, but TRUST ME this will not be the end. Just tune in next week.
The screen glitches once more, before returning to the commentary booth. Mauro stares at the camera, completely serious.
Mauro: Well, folks, sorry for the, uh, technical difficulties. We apologize for broadcasting that video, but it appears to be out of our control for now. We will keep you updated as to whether we find the inside man or men in the production truck, but believe me, these updates won't even matter once you get a load of what's happening next!
Stay tuned!
He tries to keep it upbeat as Revolution moves on.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The Journey hit plays and Stokely Hathaway walks out in one of his finest suits. He waits as Gedo and Jado walk up to him. He gives his clients some advice and Gedo & Jado get to the ring while Stokely just talks trash to anyone and everyone who would listen.
Once in the ring, Gedo flexes to the crowd as Stokely delicately gets into the ring. Once in Stokely gives Chimel a glare.
Tony Chimel:” Accompanying Gedo and Jedo,, and representing Hathaway Enterprises he is Stokely Hathaway! And his client Gedo and Jado!”
Stokely laughs with his client as he begins to get on the apron.
Tony Chimel: And intoruding their opponents...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The UWF Universe get to their feet to welcome the now beloved faction to the building. Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front who holds up a bottle of Gatorade. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
DING DING DING!
Time for tag team action playas and who better to start it off than Larry Sweeney and Jado? Kyle O'Reilly and Gedo of course! the little bastard and the big diabetic dragon meet in the middle of the ring and lock up, guess what happens now, if you guessed Gedo nailing a Canadian destroyer out of nowhere you're super wrong but I like your brain, Kyle quickly gets the upper hand with a headlock and begins wrenching it in, how much of a joke is diabetes now little man? it doesn't look like we'll get an answer as Gedo is too busy screaming and crying about how hurt he is, the confused and pure Kyle thinks he injured the legend and cause Nana told him to always respect his elders he lets go of the hold to see what's up and that's when Gedo reveals the sham and pokes him in the eye! Hathaway is cracking up outside and Sweeney complains to the ref but it's not much help as Gedo follows the fingering with a few combos of hard fisting and Kyle quickly comes to the realization it's much harder than he expected
Corey Graves: Ha ha! Gedo and Jado showing Sweet n Sour how it should be done.
Tom Phillips: You do realize the match just started right.
Mauro Ranallo: True but also gaining momentum quickly in the match is a key to victory, although things CAN and most of the time do change in an instant, anything can happen.
With Kyle dazed and a huge grin on his face, Gedo throws a quick knife-edge chop to Kyle's chest and then whips Kyle into Jado who jumps up and enzuigiris him in the back of the head! Kyle falls face first and the ref scolds Jado about rules or something he doesn't care he's Jado, Gedo tags in Jado and picks up Kyle, the ref tells him to leave the ring so naturally, Gedo tells him to go fuck himself, he sends Kyle into the ropes and when he rebounds he meets both of Gedo and Jado's shoulders in a double shoulder block! they look at each other, nod then each charge a different side of the ring, and when they return Jado drops a leg drop while Gedo nails Kyle in the chest with an elbow drop! Gedo rolls out of the ring and Jado stays on top for the pin
1....
2...
NO!
Sweeney comes in and kicks Jado in the back, breaking it up!
After breaking up the pinfall Sweeney simply lets Jado and Kyle continue their match, ha you've been fooled he does the opposite, he continues stomping Jado while Kyle recovers, the ref tries to get him out of the ring but that's when Gedo comes in and goes full kamikaze, throwing himself at Sweeney and the ref with a crossbody! Gedo gets up and laughs at the former champ before leaving the ring and going to his corner, high fiving Hathaway on his way, Sweeney soon also rolls out of the ring and in the ring we have the ref and Kyle who are hurt and Jado who begins to get up, when he does get up he begins taunting the crowd and laughing at Sweeney and Kyle, he eventually stops and returns to the offensive, picking up Kyle and sending him to the ropes, when Kyle inevitably returns Jado goes to lariat him but Kyle ducks under, he tries for it again but Kyle once again ducks under and it's on the third time when Kyle doesn't duck but big boots Jado in the arm! Jado ain't a man to sell so he tries for a lariat with the other arm but this time gets a kick to the gut! Jado folds over and Kyle follows it up with an ax kick to the back of the head! Jado springs up and eats a rolling elbow to the face!
Jado drops like a sack of potatoes but Kyle doesn't let up, he grabs a hold of Jado's arm and begins bending it with a Fujiwara armbar! Jado cries out in pain and Gedo quickly enters the ring to break off the hold, but Sweeney is there to meet him, dropping him with a shoulder tackle and YEETING him out of the ring! after doing the deed he wipes his hands, gives a thumbs up to Kyle and goes to his corner, after a second Kyle returns a thumbs up thus loosening up the submission which Jado uses to slide out! he crawls to the ropes and uses them to get up, still hurt and probs concussed from that kick, elbow, kick combo, or as I like to call it KEK, Kyle goes to grab him but when he reaches him Jado gouges his eyes out! well not out he's not Vader but pretty close to
Mauro Ranallo: Kyle's eyes just can't catch a break in this match! why does the ref allow this to happen?!
Tom Phillips: Maybe Stokley Hathway bribed him?
Corey Graves: How dare you suggest something so outrages Phillips?! Stokley Hathway is a respected businessman, prepare to have your assed sued.
Kyle is practically blind now and Jado has some fun with it, he circles Kyle, kicking him every once in a while thus making the karate enthusiast frantically kick in that direction only to find air, Sweeney tries to guide Kyle but the screams from the fans and Stokley's laugh overpower the former champ's voice, this goes on for a few painful minutes until Jado gets too cocky and stays in place for another second, but one second is all Kyle needs to kick his brain out! Jado stumbles back trying to merge the two referees in his head into one and while he does that Sweeney desperately calls for Kyle and now Kyle can actually hear him, he begins walking like a zombie to the corner, the wrong corner! Stokley and Gedo do an impression of Sweeney and it's quite a good one! Sweeney, now yelling, says I DON'T EVEN SOUND LIKE THAT before calling Kyle to him, Kyle can recognize the real from the fake and turns around and begins walking to Sweeney, he almost reaches the corner when Jado gets up, he jumps at Kyle and... Kyle made the tag!
Sweeney is hot, he's ready, he's willing, he's not Gable, he starts punching Japan out of Jado and does it with ease, punch after punch after punch makes Jado dazed and back up until he has his back to the ropes, that's when Sweeney sends him to the opposite ropes and when he returns, smashes his head with a bionic elbow! Sweeney's on a roll! he knocks Gedo off of the apron and turns around to stalk Jado and when the old Japanese man gets up Sweeney blasts him with a big boot! he follows the boot up by circling his opponent and stomping him a lot, he's doing the Sweeney Stomp when he's about to deliver the final stomp he stops and basks in the cheers of the crowd who explodes in cheers when he completes the moves and pins Jado
1....
2....
NO!
Jado kicks out!
Not one to be discouraged Sweeney simply tells the ref it's been 3 instead of actually arguing with him and then picks up Jado, he hooks both of his arms and goes to throw him with a double undertook suplex but when Larry releases his hooks Jado holds on for one and manages to reverse it into an arm drag! Larry immediately gets up and so does Jado and angry Larry charges Jado just to get flipped with another arm drag! again they both spring up to their feet and Larry again takes the offensive but this time it's Jado's turn to flip as Larry manages to catch him with a lariat that flips him upside down like an old, wrinkly, bald little Japanese pancake!
Tom Phillips: HOW DID LARRY SWEENEY DO THAT?! ISN'T JADO BIGGER THAN HIM?
Corey Graves: No bigger thing than propaganda Phillips and the narrator made up believe Jado is the smaller man so he is the smaller man
You damn right I did Graves, another thing I did, and in fact, doing right now is wasting time so back to the action! Larry looks over at Kyle and sees that his diabetic friend finally got his eyesight back, he looks at him and then at the top rope, they nod at each other and Sweeney flips Jado so he'd be facing up then climbs up the top rope, Gedo realizes what's up and gets in the ring to make sure his buddy doesn't suffer a 12 Large elbow but Kyle knew he was coming and he gets into the ring where they begin to slug it out! the ref tries to separate them and get them the hell out of his ring and while he's occupied with that he doesn't notice Stokley sneaking up behind Larry and hitting him over the head with the Transatlantic Championship replica! Larry falls off of the top rope, knocked out cold and Jado crawls over to pin him, Larry's fall distracted Kyle just enough for Gedo to land a superkick which knocks Kyle out of the ring!
1....
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners, Gedo and Jado!
Mauro Ranallo: They did it! Gedo and Jado just beat Sweet n sour Inc!
Corey Graves: And that surprised you? it is known that Sweet n sour lost their edge
Stokley enters the ring to celebrate with his clients as Larry rolls out of the ring and Kyle crawls over to him, looking to recover together as Revolution moves elsewhere
The feed cuts to backstage where Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black walk up to Simon Dean and Braun Strowman after their victory.
Sanshiro Takagi: Well well well Simon Dean, it appears our two clients work more in sync than anyone could have anticipated. I think that anyone with business sense such as yourself could tell as clear as day that this is a sign that you need to join DDT. Our clients obviously have the synchronizing for one and for another thing, you will get a chance to break into a foreign market, any business man would be chomping at the bit for this opportunity. and so last chance to accept this contract while the ink is still wet.
He holds out the contract with the DDT logo on it.
Simon Dean: I don’t know if you’re a slow learner or it’s the language barrier but I’m not interested in signing your contract for me or Braun. Our clients fought together tonight because they had to, and of course they did well being on the same page, Braun’s a professional. It has absolutely nothing to do with your acquisition plans, it was just business out there.
Sanshiro Takagi shakes his head.
Sanshiro Takagi: Well I tried to give you the easy way out, but it looks like we're doing things the hard way. I tried showing you what I can offer in the oh, so small aspect of this UWF ring, but now it's Sanshiro's turn to play. I'm issuing an official declaration to give you a match. If we win you join Team DDT, if not we let bygones be bygones. Though I want you and the fans to get the true DDT experience so I'm going to ask the match be a street fighting match inside of your own home turf a gymnasium. No Ring, just falls count anywhere.
On behalf of Braun and myself, we accept. You’re going to wish you didn’t ask for this, Sanshiro.
Simon and Braun walk off while Sanshiro is left smiling as the show moves on.
Rey is following the instructions left for him on the note. Rey all of a sudden sees the door that says 38 on it. Rey goes and he opens the door. All of a sudden the face of Mysterio turns pale and Rey sees a familiar foe.
Rey Mysterio: What the…
Eddie Guererro appears in front of Rey
Eddie Guerrero: Surprised to see me, holmes? Well you shouldn’t be, ese’, because I’m the first instance of your true colors shining through. You aren’t a hero, cabron, you never were. You just glad hand and smile and hope no one sees the real you but I’ve seen the real you and it couldn’t stand up to me, vato. You remember that, don’t you? Psychological and physical misery, Holmes, the likes of which you’re barely still in one piece after. Even after all these years, what you did to me still irritates your heartstrings and what I did to you as revenge, both times, just won’t leave your head.
And now you find yourself in over that head again, vato, and this time I don’t think you’re going to make it out alive.
Rey Mysterio: Eddie, you can’t still be…
Eddie cuts him off.
Eddie Guerrero: Don’t try to tell me what I can’t still be! Like a cockroach, you keep coming back from what’s meant to destroy you. That doesn’t make you a hero, Holmes, it makes you a pest. And I’ve got a feeling that Bray’s going to exterminate you, pendejo, if I leave anything for him…
Eddie looks to attack Rey and Rey closes his eyes showing fear, something rare from the hero in the UWF. Rey goes and he drops his hands and opens his eyes, and Eddie isn’t there. Rey looks around.
Rey Mysterio: Just what in the heck is going on? Was Eddie here or was he not. Bray I am tired of this game show yourself now… Show yourself now what in the?
Rey Mysterio saw something fall from the sky. Rey Mysterio walks up and he sees that it is none other than the talking dog Carbito.
Rey picks up Carbito and Rey begins to speak to it.
Rey Mysterio: Hello Carbito. Not much of a barker are you now huh?
Rey holds Carbito in his hand looking at it. It's an empty stare just looking at Rey and Rey begins to speak too.the puppet dog.
Rey Mysterio: You know this isn’t the funhouse but this right here is good collateral. This collateral will be something that I know Bray would be after. After all Bray seems to care about you, and heck maybe eventually you will talk. So, you know what this journey was a fun one but I have something that Bray Wyatt will want, and why waste my time searching for the villain when I know he will come for me. So Bray if you want Carbito you know where to find me. Adios puto.
Rey grabs Carbito and he walks away from it. The search for the Funhouse failed but still Rey got something from Bray Wyatt’s. How will this turn out? Tune into UWF every week to find out.
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.
...
The fans boo when Lesnar's music hits the PA. The Beast storms out on to the ramp with Heyman in tow.
Tony Chimel: Accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds, “The Beast” Brock Lesnar!
Our very own newly crowned Intercontinental Champion struts out on stage, a sense of swagger about him as he proudly displays the belt on his waist. He bounces up and down a bit, before stomping down to the ring. He circles around the ring, staring straight up at the underdog, not a sense of concern about him. He jumps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes while Heyman stays on the outside.
The two men stare down before the match. Underdog vs. Conqueror. Who will win?
DING DING DING!
The match gets underway and the two fighters stare at each other with unmatched intensity. It's tense. Neither man wants to give an inch. Spike makes the first move, stepping straight into the middle of the ring and extending his arms, hoping for a collar and elbow tie-up. Brock simply puts one massive hand on Spike's head and pushes him back, sending him back a couple feet and straight on his ass.
Mauro: God, get a load of the disrespect shown by the Intercontinental Champ here.
Graves: Well when you're a champion and as much of a threat as Brock is, do you really need to show someone like Spike respect?
Spike springs back to his feet with a newfound vigor invoked by Brock's display, immediately going after Brock with a wild barrage of gut shots, hooks, and forearms. Brock is stunned momentarily, surprised by the sudden onslaught, and Brother Runt takes advantage of this. He runs the ropes and, with his running start, drills Brock with a dropkick! ...but Brock isn't phased at all. Spike gets to his feet, and upon noticing the Beast hasn't even moved, is noticeably offput.
Lesnar lets out an almost animalistic yell as he Sparta kicks Spike straight in the chest, sending him back into the ropes. The big man wasn't expecting the Dudleyville native to stay on his feet, which is exactly what he does as Spike comes off the ropes and hits a flash Battering Ram straight to the chest! Brock falls to the mat, more due to the shock of it than the actual impact, and Dudley makes the cover!
No! Not even a one!
Brock powers him off with ease, making it back up to a knee in less than a second. The runt applies a front facelock to try and stay on him, but it's all for not. Brock just picks him up in a bearhug and charges into the turnbuckles, practically crushing the poor man, before falling back and tossing him halfway across the ring with a Belly-to-belly Suplex! As he stumbles back to his feet trying to get back on Lesnar once again, Spike finds himself walking straight into a massive Spinebuster, damn near putting him through the mat.
Graves: That’s right, Brock. Go it at your own pace.
Phillips: If little Spike Dudley doesn’t turn things up to 11 like we just saw him do, this match might end sooner than expected…
Brock immediately gets on top of the little man, raining down on him with forearm shot after forearm shot. Heyman eggs him on from ringside, yelling at him to keep going. A well-placed fist turns Spike over onto his front, upon which Brock gets up and deadlifts him, flinging him back with a release German Suplex! He casually steps back over and lifts him back up, before suplexing him again! And again! Paul is almost screaming at him to put it away. He yells, “Suplex City, bitch!” and then makes the pin, not even bothering to hook a leg.
1…
2…
NO!
A hint of annoyance appears on the Next Big Thing’s face. He slowly gets back to his feet, dragging the Dudley up with him by his hair. In a pretty impressive display of power, he gets him up in a military press and holds him for a good 30 seconds, before walking towards the ropes and considering his options. Screw it, why not? Brock Lesnar absolutely THROWS the runt, where he catches a good second of air before crashing down onto the announce table, which doesn’t budge at all.
Mauro: OH MY GOD!
Phillips: He’s gonna kill him!
Graves: Count to 100, ref. He’s not getting back in.
Spike lies prone on the desk, motionless, before tumbling off as a “holy shit” chant breaks out in the crowd. Brock laughs at his victim, the care obviously having left him ever since that fateful shooting star press. Not out of fear, but out of pity, he tells the ref to start counting.
1!
…
2!
…
3!
Spike’s limbs start moving, grasping around in an attempt to get up.
Phillips: Get up, Spike!
4!
A single, weak hand finds its way to top of the announce desk.
5!
Spike slowly, gingerly begins to push against the table, making his way back to feet. The fans beginning hitting the barricades and stomping to try and revive him.
6!
He finds even footing, but falls back down. Brock taunts him, gesturing as if to say “come at me.”
7!
Spike gets up and stumbles to the apron, holding onto a rope.
8!
He looks up at Brock, putting his fists up with determination in his eyes.
Mauro: Spike Dudley fighting back into this match with everything he’s got!
Suddenly, like a cat, he jumps up onto the apron and hooks his arm around Brock’s neck, using all his body weight to pull him over the top rope to the outside!
They tumble to the floor, but are both quickly back up. The Beast runs at him, attempting a lariat devastating enough to knock the little bastard out of his boots, but he’s caught in a drop toe hold, sending him throat-first into the corner of the announce desk!
Phillips: Yeesh, I felt that. Viscerally.
Brock coughs quite a bit, grasping at his neck. Spike uses the window of time he has to climb onto the apron. The Conqueror turns around to search for the man that wronged his vocal cords so badly, only to be met with a flying Dudley who executes a picture-perfect Hurricanrana and whips him head-first into the ringpost!
Lesnar seeks reprieve on the opposite side of the ringpost while his manager begs him to get his head back into the game. The runt of the pack isn’t gonna let him get the chance though. By this point, he has already slid into the ring and begun a run-up. He dives through the ropes and blasts the Beast into the barricade, but Lesnar won’t stay down! He slides into the ring again and runs the ropes a final time, leaping back through the ropes with a tope suicida!
...but Lesnar catches him!
Graves: Big mistake.
Mauro: Even when Spike gets going, Lesnar always has a way to shut him down!
That he does. Lesnar wrenches in a bearhug yet again, before running at the apron and ramming the Dudley’s back straight into it just like he did the turnbuckles. He turns around and rams Spike into the barricade much in the same fashion. He repeats this over and over again, with Heyman quick to encourage him, demanding “more!” like he’s blasting Luke Skywalker with lasers. The fans do not approve. The ref counts as Brock just pummels him.
1!
2!
3!
Yeah. He's still going.
4!
5!
Eventually, Brock tires of the monotony. Time for a new form of destruction. The Minnesotan gets the little man up on one shoulder and scoop slams him through the bottom and second ropes, straight back into the ring.
Phillips: It is looking… extremely hopeless, to say the least.
Graves: That may even be an understatement. He’s boned.
Brock takes his sweet time getting back into the ring as Spike nurses his injured midsection. He’s almost toying with him. Playing with his food. He puts a hand under Dudley’s chin, forcing him to look straight at him. Dudley responds by uncorking a huge paintbrush slap across Lesnar’s face to a pop from the crowd, which only serves to anger him! He presses him up once again, looking for a gorilla press slam this time, but his wild rage costs him as Spike hooks the arms as he’s dropped down and folds the Beast with a huge Crucifix Driver! He holds on for the cover!
1!
2!
NO!
Mauro: Oh ho ho. Just one step away from the win.
Spike is immediately off him and backed up into a corner, exhausted. Lesnar’s back up shortly after, charging at him yet again, but Spike gets a boot up. He boosts himself up to the middle rope, but Brock fires back with a shot of his own. Now Lesnar’s the one moving Spike around, boosting him up to the top rope and following shortly thereafter. Lesnar’s gotta be thinking superplex. He hooks an arm around, but Spike Dudley turns the tides again, unloading shot after shot to the gut! He gets his other arm free and is now swinging wildly!
He throws punches to the face, the chest, even the throat he destroyed earlier.
Mauro: SPIKE FIGHTS BACK AGAIN! HE FIGHTS! HE FIGHTS!
Spike lets loose one wild, short-range Battering Ram, before sinching in a front facelock and spinning down off the top rope, bringing both of them down with an absolutely gnarly Super Tornado DDT!
Mauro: YES!
They are both out of it after such a magnificent yet deadly move. Spike begins to roll over, trying to cover the Beast or something but Heyman is there to attract Lesnar’s attention, and by this time Brock is long gone, having rolled out to the apron with the last of his awareness to avoid being pinned. This doesn’t phase Spike. He’s a daredevil. He’s been thrown all sorts of worse ways, even in this match alone. He lives for this.
He scales the top rope, as the fans buzz with excitement. Heyman tries to get him to reconsider, but there’s no turning back now. He leaps off before drilling Lesnar with a Dudley Stomp straight to the sternum, crushing his back against the unforgiving apron. The crowd goes wild for the insanely dangerous spot
Mauro: There is absolutely nowhere Spike won’t go to win this!
Phillips: Two big shots in a row, I think he might just do it!
Lesnar falls limp as the little runt topples over onto the floor below. Adrenaline is the only thing to withhold the agonizing pain as Spike gets up and rolls Brock off the apron back into the ring. It’s down to the wire. He rolls in right after Brock. He’s the one on the hunt now. He makes the cover.
1!
2!
3- NO!
Lesnar kicks out at the last possible moment and Spike immediately gets back to his feet. At this point, he isn’t surprised. Brock will always kick out. He takes a look at his wife, cheering him on at ringside. There’s only one move left in his arsenal. He calls him up. Brock staggers back to his feet, too close to a turnbuckle for comfort. Spike takes the Conqueror's head under his arms, rebounding off the ropes! Dudley Dog!
No! Brock uses his momentum against him, pushing the little man off and launching him a good 3/4s of the way across the ring. Spike absolutely ragdolls upon landing, crumpling into a heap on the opposite side of the ring. Lesnar shakes the cobwebs out, clearly more pissed off and motivated than ever. He pulls himself up using the ropes, clearly receiving the orders that Heyman is barking at him: finish it.
Graves: It was a foregone conclusion guys. Brock will always end up the victor.
He manhandles Spike up to his feet, before picking him up on his shoulders. Brock makes sure to give everyone a good long look at the sight as he strolls around with the man on his shoulders. It’s time for an F5. He spins him around… but wait! The little runt’s got him hooked! He reverses it into a small package out of nowhere!
1!
2!
3!
Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… SPIKE… DUDLEEEYY!!!!
Phillips: Yes! Yes! I knew you could do it Spike!
Graves: ...just a fluke...
Spike is sure to immediately roll out of the ring as Brock Lesnar springs back to his feet, furious. Spike is already far, far away, celebrating his huge win on the ramp while the fans cheer him on. Eventually, he disappears backstage. Now the Beast sees no one to harm… except the referee.
Mauro: Ohhhh no. We’re about to see some civilian casualties courtesy of Brock Lesnar.
He grabs him by the shirt collar and lifts him in the air, staring daggers through him. Paul, at this point, is in the ring, begging Brock to stay calm and put the ref down. After a few tense seconds, he drops him to the mat. The Advocate heads outside, collects the Intercontinental Championship, and presents it to Brock, who snatches it away and heads to the back, incensed.
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Spike Dudley walks past the curtain, walking hand-in-hand with Stacy Kiebler. They share a celebratory kiss, but when they break, Spike Dudley is blasted from behind by the UWF Championship. Katsuyori Shibata’s here! Stacy lets out a yelp in fear as Katsuyori begins mercilessly kicking Spike, beating him down after such a hard-fought battle! He drags the Dudley patriarch over to an equipment box, sitting him up against it. Stacy is powerless to watch as Shibata lays in a NASTY Penalty Kick, capitalized by a heavy thud as Spiky slumps over.
He raises his belt, with the final shot being Shibata standing over his opponent, his ultimate achievement in hand. The show fades out.
END OF SHOW
Confirmed for Heatwave
UWF Championship
Hell in a Cell
Katsuyori Shibata(c) vs Spike Dudley
Steel Cage Match
Minoru Suzuki vs Velveteen Dream
Fall Count Anywhere
Should Team DDT win, Simon and Braun must join them.
Simon Dean & Braun Strowman vs Team DDT
Credits
Buzzards vs Zayn - Crann
Havoc vs WARHORSE - Leedles
Sweet n' Sour vs Hathaway Enterprises - Bodor
WALTER vs Morrison - Danny
Dreamzuki vs Team DDT? - Fauche
Spike vs Lesnar - half
