Revolution 6/11/20

[Danny]

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, Roman Reigns takes on Velveteen Dream.

Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Randy Orton taking on Sami Zayn.

Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Curtis Axel colliding with WALTER.

Corey Graves: In tag team action, Ishii and Yano will face The Dudleyz.

Tom Phillips: Rey Mysterio will take on WARHORSE.

Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, Television Champion Jimmy Havoc faces off with Braun Strowman in non-title competition but first let's head down to the ring for tonight's opening contest.


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.

Tony 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.






[The Truth of Reigns burst through the P.a System when The Big Dog comes out from the curtains and looks straight ahead of Velveteen Dream and he walks down the ramp in stares at The Dream]


VS



DING DING DING


Roman walks up to Dream who looks like he couldn't be fazed at all. The Big Dog then smacks the shit right out of him, knocking his down to the mat. Dream looks up with a shocked expression on his face but Roman picks him right back up and delivers a stiff uppercut that sends him reeling into the corner. From there Roman starts attacking him over and over again with a barrage of shoulder thrusts. He follows up by irish whipping Dream into the opposite corner, Dream hitting it hard and stumbling out into the waiting arms of Roman who pops him up into the air and brings him back down with a Samoan Drop! He makes the cover.



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But Dream gets the shoulder up just in time!


Tom Phillips: Roman just almost got away with his biggest win this year!

Corey Graves: But he didn't! It's only a matter of time before Dream gets back in control.


Roman bends down to pick up Dream but Velveteen punches him in the gut a few times. His punches aren't that effective against body armor and Roman delivers a swift knee to the gut to cut off any of his momentum. He brings Dream's head between his legs and lifts him up into a powerbomb position. Dream starts to fight back with some punches to the head but it's not having much of an effect. He leans back, almost like he's going for a desperation hurrincanarana. The strength and power of Roman however can handle it and he's able to power Dream back up and deliver a sit out powerbomb! Dream immediately rolls over onto his stomach to stop any attempt at a pin. He crawls away while Reigns gets back to his feet. He's measure Dream who is getting up with some help of the ropes in the corner. When he turns around Roman comes running forward with a spear but Dream side steps him, Reigns colliding face first with the middle turnbuckle!


Corey Graves: What'd I tell you! Roman's just a big dumb loser and that's all he'll ever be.

Mauro Ranallo: That's a former International Champion there Corey. Never discredit that.

Corey Graves: Yeah well so was Steve Blackman.

Tom Phillips: And so were you...


Roman tries to shake the cobwebs as he's turning back around but Dream scoops him up onto his shoulders. Or at least, he tried to but Roman slips off behind him and shoves him into the corner. Dream stops himself from colliding with the turnbuckles and gives Roman and back elbow to send him staggering to the middle of the ring. Dream runs at him but Roman is able to scoop him up into a powerslam! Dream knows he's in a bad predicament and once again turns onto his stomach to avoid getting pinned, He crawls over to the ropes and hangs over them, thinking that's a safe spot to be in to avoid the onslaught. Roman however simply smiles and rolls out of the ring. He comes running around the corner, jumping up onto the apron with the Driveby to knock Dream's teeth in! Dream rolls back to the middle of the ring, lying on his back as Roman comes in and makes the pin.



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Dream kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: So far Dream has been unable to build any sort of momentum.

Tom Phillips: Suzuki isn't even here so there's no distractions. This is just Dream thinking he could just waltz in here without trying and pick up a win over a former International Champion like it's nothing and it's come back to bite him.

Corey Graves: Just wait. He'll pull a win out of this... hopefully.


Roman is in firm control as he goes over to the corner and stalks the former Intercontinental Champion. Dream is slowly rising to his feet, looking dazed as all hell. He's struggling to get up and when he does and turns around, Roman comes running over. Dream tries to side step again but instead of a Spear, Roman connects with a superman punch! Dream flails around as he tries to get away, falling to a knee. Roman comes running over, looking for the Spear this time but Velveteen catches him with a huge uppercut! Roman is caught off gaurd and Dream quickly is able to grab him, bending him over backwards before spiking his head into the mat with the Dreamcatcher DDT! He makes the pin.



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Roman kicks out! The fans are in a frenzy as Dream looks on in shocked horror. Even more to his surprise, Roman is getting back to his feet before The Dream! Velveteen quickly rises back up to match him, catching roman as he turns to face him to plop him up on his shoulders and hit the Dream Valley Driver! In the same fluid motion, he pops back up to his feet and goes straight to the top, there he jumops off with the Purple Rainmaker, connecting right into the heart of Roman's and he makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Velveteen Dream!




Corey Graves: I told you!

Mauro Ranallo: In a very hard fought victory, Velveteen Dream has come away with a win but one has to wonder, was this the breakout performance Roman Reigns needed?


Dream looks exhausted, thinking it shouldn't have been this hard to put away Roman but that doesn't stop him from celebrating. Lio comes out from the back clapping in support of him as the show moves on.



The scene opens up on Braun and Simon in the locker room as they’re sitting next to each other.

Simon Dean: You ready for your first UWF main event?

Braun Strowman: I’m ready. The question is, is that fork carrying freak ready? I mean who does he think he is, one of the Mystery Men?

A member of Fall Out Boy?

Has he been taken over by a symbiote?

Maybe he’s staying prepared for someone to serve spaghetti.

I knew he was acting funny in catering! Well what Jimmy Eat World...

Jimmy Havoc.

What Jimmy Havoc ought to do is stick that fork in a light socket.

It’s just as good an idea as accepting this match. He’s going to get hurt either way.

Maybe that’s how he jacked his hair up.

Or his barber had a stroke and can only cut one side.

Whatever his deal is, he’s about to go from 30 Seconds to Mars to a few seconds from getting these hands!

Wouldn’t have it any other way.




We enter the Funhouse seeing the door, Wyatt is pacing back and forth and stops as if just noticing the camera, turning to it and opening.



Bray Wyatt: Welcome everyone, to the Firefly Funhouse! I’m so glad you could join me today because I’ve got a VEEERY Special episode in store. Ya see, last week my new friend Rey Mysterio…well he made a lil mistake. Instead of being patient and allowing me to free him, he decided to come-a searchin for our Funhouse. And in his haste, well…Rey stumbled upon a little something that-Doesn’t belong to him.

Bray turns serious almost angry as he stares into the camera for a lingering pause before he smiles again.

But of course, we all make mistakes don’t we Fireflies? *yaaaay* Yess! And what kinda friend would I be, if I didn’t understand Reys position. Therefore I-*OINK OINK!*

The sounds of a pig in distress are heard, making Bray stop and look around. Bray quickly goes off screen, we go to another scene where Huskus the pig boy has what seems to be an elephant puppet behind him with an elongated trunk wrapped around its neck choking him and two other puppets hopping up and down. Wyatt comes into frame.

Whoa WHOA WHOA, Break it up what is going on around here.

The camera lingers on Wyatt as you hear a cartoony Rubbery sound signaling the trunk releasing Huskus as we take a good look at everyone.



Huskus The Pigboy: Oink oi zank goodness you are here Bray, zese bullies vere tryin to take all my delicious candies-

Tusker Joe: There is no Trying about it, We are here to TAKE everything anyone holds dear. And there’s not a Damn thing anyone can do about it.

Bray Wyatt: YOWIE WOWIE! Hold on right there, You haven’t even introduced yourself to the Funhouse and you’re already causing trouble. You’re a mean one aren’t you.

Tusker Joe: I’m not mean,I'm not even Trouble, what I am is cold hard Reality. And as much as this Pigboy loves all his sweets, Reality will always come to take it away from his open mouth. I am Tusker Joe and I am the King of the Jungle, and we will take what is yours.

Ta’: That’s right, we’s gonna take what you got and devour it for ourselves
Lo’: Aint NOBODY know what we’re capable of.
Ta’: hehehe ya we got our teeth and ambitions bared
Lo’: You stupid hahah

The sound of a stock clip of Hyenas “laughing” is heard as the two hyenas shake up and down.

Tusker Joe: Focus you two, we're here to take care of business.

Bray Wyatt: Ah you see here my little Fireflies, while my good friend Huskus just LOVES to stuff his face with chocolates and all manner of sweets…it doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. He’s trying to cover up his insecurities, fill a hole in himself that lingers within his very soul. Some look at that, and they see Gluttony, but Gluttony isn’t about eating to cover up your feelings. Gluttony is the OVER-Consumption and Indulgence of Food, Drink, and Wealth items. Huskus here, well he’s just misguided and mislead, he needs help to stay on the right path and better himself. But Tusker Joe, that is a big bad elephant that wants nothing more than to take from others. Not necessarily for the objects themselves, but to keep it all away from the rest. It is wrong to take things that aren’t yours my young fireflies, that is exactly why…I just…it’s just…

Wyatt almost seems hurt by the thoughts running through his head, putting his fingers to his temples as if trying to control the voices in his head.



MIND-BOGGLING…hahah…Mind Blowing to me…that Rey Mysterio, the biggest Super-Hero the UWF has EVER had. Would just, Take something that doesn’t belong to him.

Bray puts both his hands over his face and doubles over unable to continue talking.

Tusker Joe: That’s right Rey, you live long enough being the hero to everyone like I used to be, and you realize…it’s not worth it. No one appreciates it, so you start looking out for yourself. You find people to follow you, you take from everyone for all they took from you, and you make people RESPECT your name.

Bray Wyatt: No Way, Joe-Zay. My hero Rey is nothing like you, you are a Big Bad Bully, and that’s what Rey stands against. So you take your two hyena friends and get on outta here.

The elephant and walks off screen, you hear the Hyena laugh once against as they bouncily follow. Bray Wyatt gets down on one knee, taking Huskus ‘hand’ in both of his.

Huskus The Pigboy: *oink oink* iz it true Bray? Haz Rey Mysterio lost his way?

Bray Wyatt: No no no no no Huskus don’t you listen to that mean ole Tusker, Rey Mysterio just made a mistake by taking little Cabrito. I’ll make sure he doesn’t stray, he’s gonna be our friend here in the Funhouse…but since you’re so worried I’ll tell ya what I’ll do.

Bray pats Huskus hand before he stands up and stares straight into the camera, as it slowly zooms in.

I’m going to Find Rey personally, and work through all of this.

The camera shakes, as it gets closer to Brays gaze before he smiles wide.

Byyyyyee See-ya real soon Rey, REAL REAL Soon.


Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!





Randy Orton steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He stares down the ramp and looks around. A slight smirk begins to emerge as he slowly makes his way down the ramp in usual 'Orton' style.

Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 250 lbs! The Viper.. The Highest Power.. Randy Orton!

Randy steps into the ring and surveys the area, becoming more and more aware of his surroundings by the second. He takes place on the top rope and stretches those arms out. A pose we all know very well.



He drops down from the ropes, and throws up a 'Hang Loose' symbol to show his alignment with Monster High. He then circles the ring before backing into one of the corners.

Ranallo: Finally, after years away from the ring, the former POTUS is returning to action in the UWF!

Graves: While he's undoubtedly having some success hitching a ride on the momentum of the number one contenders, this strikes me as a terrible idea. Whatever Randy has done in the past, coming in after such a long lay-off to face arguably the hottest wrestler on the roster right now is a huge mistake.

Phillips: The man is a living legend and a former world champion, I think he can handle himself, Corey. Besides, all it takes is one RKO from outta nowhere to finish things off.

Orton stares up the ramp, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.



Chimel: And his opponent... from Montreal, Quebec, Canada... weighing in at 212 libs... he is one-half of the UWF World Tag Team Champions... Sami Zayn!

The music hits and the crowd boo's knowing exactly what they're gonna be in for. Sami Zayn comes out sarcastically dancing with all his heart, World Tag Team Championship in hand. He runs down to the ring and slides in, playing some guitar with his title on the mat while kicking his feet so he spins in a circle. He finally stands up and looks over at Orton with supreme condescension.

Phillips: Sami looks to be a little more insulted than concerned about The Viper.

Graves: His dislike for pompous authority figures is well documented. From his time in the Bullet Club to his war against the nWo, Zayn has always maintained a strong stance against oppression. I'm not surprised to see him lead the charge against this so-called "Higher Power".

Ranallo: Well a win here tonight will no doubt bouy the Champ's confidence heading into Heatwave, Orton could derail this hotstreak and give his team the edge as they aim to win the titles.

Phillips: I think it's worth noting that we still haven't seen Becky Lynch since Backlash.

Graves: Riddle and Cueto aren't here, either.

It's all true! By the looks of things, it'll be a true one-on-one encounter. Being that the crowd is vehemently opposed to all things Dynamic Duo, Orton finds the UWF Universe backing him hard as he prepares to wrestle for the first time in like forever. Chimel bails, the Official makes sure both dudes are ready, and then calls for the bell.


VS.

DING DING


The two competitors quickly meet in the center of the ring and start things off the good ol' fashioned way - with an honest to goodness collar-and-elbow tie-up. Orton's size and strength advantage is immediately apparent. A couple years out of action notwithstanding, he certainly hasn't been slacking off in the gym. The Viper looks to be in as good of condition as ever. He outpowers Sami, pushing him back a few steps.

Zayn attempts to counter but Orton stays a step ahead, twisting his arm around his back with a hammerlock. He tugs up on the wrist, wrenching the limb at an awkward angle. Sami grimaces and groans and retaliates with a back elbow. Randy ducks his head to avoid it, lets go of the arm and then reaches around to grab his foe by the neck before dropping quick to a kneeling position. In doing so, he pulls Sami's back down on to his own, stunting with that signature backbreaker of his.

The Tag Champ recoils right back up to his feet, winded. Orton springs up, too, before spinning Zayn around and leaping up, looking for an early RKO!


Ranallo: Orton with the RKO!

Phillips: Outta nowhere!


Sami pushes him off just in the nick of time, in doing so, backing himself up and into the ropes. He holds on for dear life, a little surprised, a little out of breath.

Orton lands on his feet and turns back around slowly, his eyes squinting in on their target while a hint of smirk creeps across his face while he makes himself at home in Sami's head. An "RKO" chant picks up around the arena and we're off to the friggin races.


Ranallo: The Viper looks as dangeorus and deadly as ever as he gives one half of the Dynamic Duo a run for their money!

Graves: Big whoop, he almost hit a move. Sami's just getting warmed up!


Zayn takes a deep breath,shakes out his wrists, and circles around the ring. Orton stays in the center, preparing himself for whatever the Champ is going to try next. Sami's talking some trash that's lost under the roar of the crowd, but whatever he's saying, Randy isn't selling it.

Eventually, Sami makes his move. He shoots low, maybe for a double-leg, but Orton stuffs the take down, locking in a front facelock before pushing Zayn belly-first down into the canvas. Using those highschool wrestling skills of old, Orton hastily pivots around and takes the back, threatening to sink in a crossface. Zayn over-commits to defending in and the shift in weight leaves him wide open. Randy capitalizes on the balance shift and rolls him over on to his back, hooking the leg deep for a surprising pinfall.



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Sami kicks out and scrambles away. Orton reaches after him, grabs an arm and pulls him in deep before whipping him across the ring into the ropes. Zayn bounces off of the cables and rushes back to a rude awakening by way of a sudden dropkick from Orton. The speed with which Randy can get his big frame airborne is impressive, but not nearly as impressive as the accuracy with which he finds his target. Two size fourteen's connect flush with Zayn's face, dropping him down. Orton lands near him and then hurries to make a second pin attempt...



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But Zayn kicks out again!


Ranallo: Thus far Orton has dominated every this match has gone, beating Sami in classic grappling as well as in the speed game.

Phillips: The man is a living a legend, and for all the skill Sami Zayn has, he may have underestimated him.


Orton starts to drag Sami up to his feet, only to find himself greeted with a couple of punches to the tummy! Ow! The combination finally gives Sami some room to work. He lands a European Uppercut that snaps Randy's head back before trying for a DDT. Orton shoves him off before any damage can be done.

Zayn decides to make the most of the counter and runs hard for the ropes before coming back with a lariat attempt. Randy ducks underneath and flips him over with a stunning snap Powerslam! Another maneuver from his greatest hits playbook. Randy hooks a leg for the cover...



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No! Sami quickly powers out and rolls away under the ropes, escaping the clutches of the Apex Predator. Randy doesn't give him any quarter though. He follows Zayn to the ropes and starts to pull him back through while he's on the apron. The results? Sami gets yanked through the gap between the middle and top rope.


Phillips: Looks like Randy could be looking for the Draping DDT!

Ranallo: A vicious move if we've ever seen one!


He has the Champ all lined up for it but Sami somehow worms his way out, twisting and twitching like a fish out of water until Orton is forced to release him. Zayn tumbles back in through the ropes and tries for a roll-up, catching Randy from behind and flipping him down on to his shoulders for a quick count of his own...



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Randy powers out at two! Both men hustle back up, Zayn once again trying for the ropes. He's ready for everything Randy's got this time, leapfrogging him on the comeback to avoid a Powerslam after having already scouted out any attempt their might have been at a dropkick. Following the leap, Sami hits the far ropes and comes back again. Randy waits in the middle of the ring, feet planted. Sami pounces at him - whatever he intentions are, his body gets flipped head over heels when Orton goes lower and counters it into a back body drop. Sami bounces off the canvas and Orton is right there to try for another cover...



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Kickout at two! But the Viper is relentless. Randy picks Sami up into a seated position and slaps on a chinlock! Vintage Orton! He squeezes tight! Never tight enough to finish a match, but definitely tight enough do to some damage. The chin is comressed, the airflow restricted, and - oh snap! Sami bites Randy on the forearm!

His pointy teeth incize their way into flesh! Randy cries out in pain! The Ref tries to break it up, giving Sami a five count, which he waits until four to pay any attention to. When he unhinges his jaw, Randy releases his chinlock. The Viper clutches his arm in pain and Sami capitalizes, jumping up, hooking his head and then planting him down with a huge DDT!

Zayn doesn't make a cover though - after a short recovery period, he stands up, looks down at Randy and then out at the crowd and taunts his opponent with a melodramtic "Orton pose" and some facetious hang loose gestures, before chiming in about how the DDT was "outta nowhere" and asking "how (he) likes it?"


Ranallo: Sami forgoing any attempt to conclude this contest so that he can play the poor sport. Why am I not surprised?

Graves: Settle down. It's just like a touchdown dance in the NFL. It's part of the game.


Sami picks Randy up off the canvas, dragging his half-conscious body towards the nearest corner. He slaps him right across the face and then hook some leg before launching him into the turnbuckle with a devastating Exploder Suplex! Randy collides hard with the post and rolls off in a horrible heap.

Now Sami tries for that pin, dragging the Viper away from the ropes before shooting the half. The Ref slides in to count it while the fans boo...



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Randy kicks out at a late two! Sami sits up, exasperated. He shouts at the Ref, reprimanding him for being so slow at counting. The Third Man insists he's actually very good at it. Sami's has enough of all that so he pick up Randy again and brings him back to the corner, draping him up on the ropes before heading waaaay across the ring the corner on the farside.


Ranallo: This can only mean on thing...

Phillips: And it's bad news for Orton.

Graves: Helluva Kick incoming!


Sami prepares to deliver his signature boot when something catches his attention. It's a change in energy and focus from the crowd - they're screaming and cheering at something on the ramp. Zayn stops and turns to see Monster High coming down toward the ring, and they look like they're ready for a fight.


Graves: What the hell is this? The Referee needs to disqualify Orton! Throw the match out! Get some security out here stat!

Phillips: Need I remind you that Zayn was the first one to bend the rules in this match. Besides, they haven't done anything yet! Maybe they're just here to support their partner.


Whatever Riddle and Mantaza intend, it all goes haywire when the plot effing thickens. Yano and Ishii run up from behind and start to attack! A wild brawl ensues between the two teams, Tomohiro trading blows with the monstrous Mantaze while the MMA officiando Matt Riddle squares off against DVD salespro Toru Yano. Security rushes out to break things up but its a whole thing now.

Back in the ring, Sami just watches and laughs, happy to see all the contenders fighting amons themselves. Unfortunately, he fails to notice a certain someone coming to and when he finally does get to turning around again...


Ranallo: RKO OUTTTTTTTTA NOWHERE!

Graves: That's impossible!


The crowd pops huge to see the deadly move land. Sami's down for the count and Orton rolls him over to make the cover. Everyone in the arena counts along with the Referee...



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NO! Orton gets pulled out of the ring before the third count! But it isn't Monster High or Yano and Ishii - they're still getting pulled apart on the ramp...


Phillips: It's Becky Lynch! She's back! Becky Lynch is back!

Graves: And not a moment too soon!

Ranallo: She just sabotaged the whole match!


Lynch tugs Orton out to the floor and as soon as he's there, she absolutely blasts him with her championship belt. Randy goes down hard from the headshot, and the Official calls for the bell. It's all over.


DING DING

YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION...
RANDY ORTON!


Lynch gives Orton a kick for good measure before grabbing the other title and climbing into the ring.


Ranallo: The despicable Dynamic Duo are reunited at the cost of a fair ending to this bout. Randy Orton's return is a success albeit with the caveat that it came by way of disqualification.

Graves: Yeah, "success" is a strong word when you're left unconscious when the bell rings.

Phillips: Orton had this match one fair and square! This is a travesty of justice.


Becky helps Sami up and hands him his title. He laughs and embraces his partner before they both hold their titles high, met with a massive wave of boos from the crowd. They stare down at Yano and Ishii and Monster High who have finally been pulled apart by security. The four contenders on the ramp scowl up at the Dynamic Duo, setting their own differences aside for a moment as they're reminded what the ultimate goal is, and what the Champions are willing to do to stay on top. Revolution continues elsewhere.


Manchmal frage ich mich, was ist schief gelaufen?

Its been sometime since my arrival to UWF. I was promising, more than what I have done so far. But somehow, someway things did not go my way. I have lost more than I won. At Backlash I came up short. Not only I lost but I took the pin, which is frustrating. After that I beat Roman Reigns and I have almost showed that non of the big household names were to dominate this company. It was not the time for Roman Empire but for the Holy WALTER Empire. Unfortunately a week later, this hegemony I wanted to showcase came up short again, this time against a much bigger name. John Morrison, a man who was not only a former World Champion but he was the previous World Champion. So he was almost at his prime. I wanted to beat him and show everyone that I am all business! That my losses to that savage WARHORSE was a fluke. But as I said, I failed and I asked myself, what went wrong? What was I supposed to do in order to be victorious, not one that is humiliated. I asked myself, over and over and over again. Yet I was unable to find an answer. Until... Bis ich meine alten Streichhölzer gesehen habe. Where I was much more aggressive. Relentless. Unmerficul. Unforgiven. And I asked myself "WALTER, did promoting to the highest level made you soft?". Maybe yes, maybe not. But one thing is for sure, that something is missing. Something vital.

WALTER stops for a bit. He talks a bit hesitantly because of the way he feels, he is frustrated.

That eagerness to dominate, not only eagerness but readiness to prove that. That is what it has been missing. Maybe I was thinking so much over it that the "it factor" in me started to fade away. Maybe that natural instinct is gone. Can it be found again? Yes because what is in the nature of a man never extincts, it just hides to avoid total destruction. And I swear that I will find it and I will protect it so hard that the destruction will be brought upon those who oppose me! But you see... These are just words, just thoughts. As long as I don't go out there, beat Curtis Axel with regards of both competition and humiliation, these words will mean nothing. NOTHING! And I don't want to be those man who talks and hypes then loses every single time when it matters. I don't want that. What I want is to win, no matter the match, no matter the stipulation because in order to turn this sport back to it's respectable roots, I need to be strong. I need to be strong to have the power of enforcing my will. That is why I need to win. I must win! Or else… Well… There is no else. No ifs or buts. Not this time. Not from this time on.

WALTER really seems to struggle.

Weil ich hier bin, um zu beweisen, dass ich der beste Wrestler bin, der auf diesem heiligen Boden Fuß fasst! WEIL ICH HIER BIN, UM DIESEN SPORT WIEDER VERANTWORTLICH ZU MACHEN!

WALTER calms himself down. He was really pissed when he talked in German.

Curtis Axel… Do you see my determination? My will? Now add this frustration that was being built for weeks. Add it on all the others. What do you get? An unstoppable machine. A machine that will run you over. Like a panzer. A panzer that will overrun you. I have nothing against you but I just don’t like you either. So I will enjoy what I must do. I will have no hesitations, no regrets whatsoever. You will be the first victim and the very first, first hand witness to the violence I can bring to that ring. Because I am not only a great wrestler. When I must step out of my boundaries, when I have to be a heretic to this sacred sport, I will do that. I will step out of this pure approach and I promise you dass ich werde dich die Hölle auf Erden erleben lassen!

Camera fades.


Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Paul Heyman and the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar.

Both men insert themselves into the camera view. Paul Heyman is all smiles as he adjusts his tie, and Brock Lesnar looks all business as usual.



Renee Young: Gentlemen, thank you for the time. I guess I'm really just wondering what you to are doing here tonight? Brock Lesnar is not scheduled for action this evening.

Paul Heyman: Renee, sweet innocent Renee. Do you really think that my client needs to be in action to show up at the show?

Renee Young: Well no, but I mean after what happened last week-

Paul Heyman: What happened last week, was the absolute biggest fluke that this company has ever witnessed. Last week that little weasel Spike Dudley pulled off the win of his career. Make no mistake about it, that is an error that will never ever occur again. My client is the most dominant man this company has ever seen, and he won't let the likes of a little runt get under his skin and cause him to take his eye off the ball. Spike Dudley should be thanking his lucky stars that he left the arena last week on his own.

Renee Young: So then what may I ask is next for Brock Lesnar?

Paul Heyman: I'm extremely glad you asked. See tonight Brock Lesnar is here in a spectator capacity. You see he is hungry to defend this title, and he has found himself in the unique position of not having anyone who has remotely deserved the chance to share the ring with him. Rey Mysterio surely could not get the job done either time they met, so he is knocked out of the running. Braun Strowman was only victorious because he had help, therefore he as well deserves absolutely nothing. So maybe tonight someone will jump out at my client as someone he would like to destroy in the future, however, he is not going into this confident that he will find anyone. I guess this is Brock Lesnar throwing out an open challenge, and we will just have to see who is dumb enough to accept.

??: DID SOME RATASS PUNK SAY SOMETHING ABOUT A CHALLENGE?

Warhorse walks onto the frame with the UWF Intercontinental Champion and his manager Paul Heyman, and glares up and down both of these individuals.

Warhorse: WELL LOOKIE WHAT WE HAVE HERE, A CHUNKY, OVERWEIGHT PIECE OF GODDAMN SHIT AND WE’LL GET TO YOU TOO PAUL. FRANKLY, THE WARHORSE SEES YOUR GOLD AND HE WANTS TO RULE YOUR GODDAMN ASS TO GET IT. THAT’S RIGHT, THE WARHORSE WANTS YOUR CHAMPIONSHIP GOLD ROUND THIS WAIST OF MINE, YOU DON’T NEED AN OPEN CHALLENGE FOR MY CHAMPIONSHIP. SHOULD GET USED TO THAT BEING A MATTER OF FACT BEFORE IT’S A CULTURE SHOCK FOR YOU BORK. SEE YOU AROUND JACKASS.

Brock goes to lunge at Warhorse as he walks off, but Paul Heyman holds him back looking down the hall at him.


MINUTES AFTER SHIBATA AND SPIKE’S REVOLUTION CONFRONTATION

The camera flashes back to the backstage area. The camera follows one Spike Dudley. He walks down the hallway, focused, laser focused on what he has to do tonight but also focused after his interaction with Shibata earlier on in the night. A smile slowly etches across his face, knowing he has got himself another shot at Shibata and that UWF Title. He continues walking when suddenly he stops dead in his tracks. His expression changes, kind of time stopping as he looks around for an out. The camera shoots around to see Ikemen standing there, looking straight towards Spike with his phone to his ear. Ikemen’s expression changes to one of pure joy as he sees Spike. Ikemen frolics over to Spike like he’s found Jesus himself with a wide grin on his face. Spike does not have that same grin… but not due to Ikemen’s appearance. Something else is eating at Spike as Ikemen excitedly greets him.

Ikemen: Spike! It's been too long! So happy to see you, why didn't you respond to me? I called you 279 times...

Spike: Hey man, how’s it going? Look I’m sorry about last week…. I had a thing with my phone and it wasn’t really working… We are a little behind the times in Dudleyville. I’m still waiting for the Iphone 2 to come out so I can upgrade.

Ikemen: Oh well that's okay. I had phone problems too. Mine got crushed when I got run over by Undisputed Era's limousine... but I bought another one so I could call you… but now I don’t even need to call you! I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you! We gotta lot to talk about!

Spike: Wait, you got run over by a limousine? You look great for roadkill. Man, you must be hurting all over? I’ve never been run over myself but I’d imagine it feels similar to how I felt after Backlash. Your boy Shibata is a hell of a hard hitter if I say so myself. You look alot better than I did.

Ikemen: Thanks! Well anyways, let’s talk game.

Ikemen’s gaze leaves Spike when he goes over the thought of Shibata in his head. His face deepens and his expression goes to sadness. The king of monsters is a beacon of darkness for Ikemen. He can’t help but want to be back at his side, but when he tries to do just that he gets burned. So far his scars are only emotional, but Ikemen fears they might become physical if he tries again. His gaze then turns back to Spike and his face brightens. Spike seems to be a beacon of light for Ikemen, even with his failure at Backlash. Spike gives him hope that just maybe he can be back at Shibata’s side with the underdog’s help and even make a new friend along the way. He excitedly begins to talk to him, but you can tell there’s a hint of doubt in his voice when he speaks of Shibata

Ikemen: You weren’t able to beat em at Backlash but that was a three way! Surely you got it in the bag with a singles match! And it’s Hell in a Cell! Haven’t you been in one of those things before! You got the experience and you got the skills, I know it! After you beat Brock today and I know you will, you’ll have all the momentum in the world! And once we get rid of that other title he’ll have to realize what he’s been saying isn’t right. Then we can help him become the Shibata we know, right?

Spike looks toward Ikemen, unsure of the words he has said himself as Ikemen’s hint of doubt seems to be rubbing off on Spike. The Underdog doesn’t seem so sure of himself... Ikemen’s doubts have just grown Spikes as he looks down at his feet.

Spike: I’ve been inside Hell before but I didn’t come out of it the same. It changed me man… It changed me massively and it was the reason that I left the UWF. I can blame it on many things but that match killed the Underdog spirit. I went into the match with Vengeance on my mind but I’m going into this match with Self Doubt. Your ex guy is a beast. I tried to help him. I thought that is what he needed but at Backlash… he beat my ass and he pinned John Morrison. I’m not too sure I can concentrate on saving him in this match. I made you a promise but I need to know If I can beat him. I tried it my way and it wasn’t enough to get the job done.

Spike pauses, allowing the words he is spraying to sink into Ikemen. Spike still hasn’t looked up at him as he seems to be in a zone. It may be the zone, it might be the ozone, it might be the danger zone… it’s a zone nonetheless.

Spike: I’ve been in this business long enough to know when I may need some help myself. Tonight, I’m going to beat Brock Lesnar after he gives me the ass whooping I asked him for. I need to feel pain so Brock will help me with that but Ikemen…. I’m standing here in front of you asking for your help. I need you to teach me how I can beat Shibata and take that title away from him. I need you to teach me the way. I need help and you are the man to do that. You help me find the method and I help you get the old Shibata back.

Spike finishes speaking. He finally lifts his head from the view of the ground as he looks into Ikemen’s eyes… asking for help. He isn’t less of a man because of this. He is just a man that knows that what he has at the moment just may not be good enough.

Ikemen: M...me? You need my help?

Ikemen looks quite surprised, taken aback by Spike’s vulnerability. It begins to register with him that Spike may not be as confident as he first thought, and that worries him. Spike’s obvious self-doubts enlargen Ikemen’s doubts. Minutes before he was sure of the fact that Spike would win and the hero would prevail but not so much anymore. He knows not to what expect anymore but what to desperately hope for. What he also knows is that Spike Dudley just asked him for help. His hero, the man hes looked up to, wants guidance from him. Spike’s overwhelming doubts lower Ikemen’s morale, but the mere fact that Spike believes in him enough to seek help brings his morale right back up. It’s something nobody has given him since Shibata those many months ago when he handed Ikemen the keys to the dojo. A gesture that meant so much then. Nonetheless, Ikemen speaks without self-doubt when he begins to respond.

Ikemen: Well alright then! I’ll help you! I promise! But first you need to get those weird thoughts out of your head. Self doubt? Why?! That’s exactly what he wants from you. Listen, when we were best friends he would have these scary attitudes before matches. But it’s not real. It’s not the real him. He does all this to scare you! And it’s working! We can’t let that happen. Just think of him like any other brooding physical Japanese wrestling master. Got it?

Ikemen’s description of Shibata doesn’t really help his cause but Spike gets at what he’s trying to say and nods as Ikemen continues.

Ikemen: Good! Remember… you’re Spike Dudley! He tries to take away who you really are and make you his own weird version of yourself. That’s why you got those weird thoughts. Just forget what he says about you and remember who you really are.

Ikemen’s advice seems to actually be working as Spike gives a confident nod, although a bit hesitant.

Ikemen: Hey! What if we use his own medicine against him… he’s always trying to mess with people’s head. Rule with fear and all that stuff. I think I know what scares him… and I think I know who can scare him.

Spike isn’t sure of Ikemen’s suggestion. The only man that ever scared Shibata made him into the monster he was today. Hes hesitant… but Ikemen is ever so insistent, so he continues to listen as Ikemen pulls out something from his pocket. Keys. Familiar looking keys. He eagerly shoves them into Spike’s hands before continuing.

Ikemen: This is what we need! Look, I don’t have time to explain. I gotta go find that person I was talking about. Just use these to get into uh…

Ikemen hurriedly begins scribbling down an address and time on a napkin before handing it over to Spike

Ikemen: This place at this time! Trust me! I know what we need to do!

Ikemen frantically runs off to find whoever he was talking about, leaving Spike staring at the keys and napkin confused… but hopeful.




Following the few seconds of buildup to the intro, out walks Curtis Axel, stepping out to the stage and looking over the audience for a few seconds before beginning to warm himself up, then letting a roar out as he stretches out his arms.



Tony Chimel: ”From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 228 lbs, Curtis Axel!”

Axel then rolls into the ring, standing back up and getting right into his corner, waiting for WALTER to appear.

...



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.

Phillips: Man. I really can't wait for this. Genuinely. I can't. Let's do this.

Graves: No one cares, Tom.

The two staredown, ready to get wrestling.


DING DING DING!


The match starts off as the two men circle the ring. Curtis Axel. Walter. Two self-proclaimed masters of technical wrestling doing battle here tonight. The two stop circling, step forward, and then lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. They wrestle for control, before Axel sinches in a keylock and then transitioning into a standing hammerlock.

WALTER winces in pain for a second but you already know it’s way too early for a tap out, so he gets an arm under the Axe Man and back body drops him straight over! Impressively, Axel lands straight on his feet, and is right back on the big man with a standing headlock, wrenching the German’s head back.


Phillips: Getting the better of Curtis in technical wrestling must be hard, even for WALTER. I mean, the dude’s the son of Mr. Perfect.

Graves: And also the rightful Television Champion, Tom, I'll have you know.


WALTER immediately pushes Axel off of him, sending him into the ropes. As Curtis rebounds off, WALTER swings with a massive chop, which the Axeman only just manages to avoid as he drops to the mat prematurely and looks up at the Ring General, shocked at what might have come of him.


Graves: Woah.

Mauro: But after just one of those chops, it won’t matter how good you are at chain wrestling!


Curtis is back up, a little shaken, but still in it. They lock up again, but this time WALTER takes the kid gloves off and pushes him straight back into the turnbuckles. He reels back, looking for a devastating overhand chop, but Curtis gets out of the corner at the very last second, yet again avoiding the chop.

The turnbuckle rattles violently from the impact as the Ring General clutches his hand, but the Axeman won’t let this opportunity go. Now WALTER’s the one in the corner, getting peppered with gut shots. Curtis grabs an arm and pulls WALTER forward, before catching him in a Swinging Neckbreaker! Cover!


1!

No!


WALTER powers out and grabs at his neck, with Axel lurking right behind him. The big man sits up, but Axel brings him right back down with a Rolling Neck Snap! Another cover!


1!

No!


Graves: I don’t think even a burning hammer would take out WALTER this early, but good try.


WALTER powers out yet again. Axel’s a little surprised that he hasn’t even gotten a 2 yet, but he shakes it off and begins climbing to the top rope, looking for a double axe handle. Though he calls the German up, he’s up a little sooner than expected. A single, massive frying-pan hand wraps around the Axeman’s throat, and the other is used to deliver a huge slap to the face.

Axel falls straight back, landing seated on the top turnbuckle. Not a moment of reprise is to be had as WALTER barrages him with chop after chop until Axel is slumped, practically hanging off one side over the apron. WALTER scales the turnbuckles with him, lifting a boot, before stomping down on his midsection over and over, sending him tumbling down to the outside!


Phillips: Precise yet brutal. That’s WALTER.

Graves: Yeah... all I’m seeing is brutal.


Curtis Axel searches for an object to gain his footing on, as he’s obviously knocked loopy. He begins crawling to the announce table as the ref begins his count.

1!

Curtis gets to the announce desk and pulls himself back up to his feet.

2!

WALTER gets off the turnbuckle and rolls out to the outside. The ref is kinda annoyed as he starts his count again.

1!

WALTER grabs Axel, pulling him away from the desk.

2!

The Axeman is up on WALTER's shoulder now.

3!

WALTER gets a running start and lawn darts him into the ringpost!


Mauro: God!


4!

Curtis Axel is even more dazed now than before, trying his best to crawl around the ring for a bit of room to breathe.

5!

As WALTER begins to approach Axel, he’s caught by surprise by a headlock!

6!

Axel runs, looking for a bulldog, but WALTER lifts him with a Back Suplex onto the apron! WALTER rolls him back in instead of letting him fall to the floor, before following behind. He makes the cover!


1!

2!

No!


WALTER is right back on him, hooking the legs and rolling Axel over into a Salzburg Crab! Curtis yells out in pain, the back already damaged from the apron suplex. The ref asks the question, but no, Curtis won’t give up! He begins crawling to the ropes, but WALTER just sinches it in deeper, halting all progress. Too far away to cause a break, Axel grabs one of the Ring General’s legs and sweeps it out from under him, sending WALTER onto his face. Moreover, he keeps control of a leg and stands up, locking in an ankle lock!


Phillips: Brilliant counter!


WALTER boots him in the face with his one free leg and breaks the hold. He makes it to his feet, though impeded by the damage inflicted upon his leg. As he stumbles, the self-proclaimed resurrection of perfection uses the moment where his back is turned to hit an Axe Bomber, grounding the German! He follows up, dropping a standing pointed elbow on the back of his neck, before hooking an arm and locking in the Axe Hold, smack bang in the middle of the ring! The fans react big.


Graves: The Axe Hold! There’s no escape!

Mauro: Though if there’s anyone who could, it would be the Ring General.


WALTER reaches out, trying to crawl to a rope, but the pain is just too great. He spends dozens of agonizing seconds in the hold, on the edge of tapping, before throwing a couple sharp elbows to the head and rolling Axel off of him! Curtis clutches at his forehead, only just freshly stapled shut from Jimmy Havoc’s heinous assault, and while he’s nursing the injury WALTER grabs him from behind and throws him with a Cobra Clutch Suplex, absolutely spiking him! But wait, there's more! He begins climbing the ropes, looking for a big splash as an exclamation point.


Phillips: I think WALTER’s about ready to put things away here.

Graves: Or is he?


Indeed, he is not, as the Minnesotan has rolled to the opposite side of the ring. WALTER, obviously peeved, hops off the top rope, before heading over to him. Axel was partially playing possum, partially acting out of desperation, though, as he suckers him in before sending WALTER head-first into the turnbuckle with a Reverse STO! WALTER stumbles away, trying to shake off the pain, but there won’t be any time for that gosh darn it because Axel has him hooked around the waist, just POWERING him up with a Saito Suplex to a massive pop!


Mauro: THE STRENGTH!


The mat absolutely buckles from the impact. WALTER’s down for the count. Axel makes the cover.


1!

2!

3- NO!


WALTER’s still in it. Axel clutches at his hair, wondering what the hell will put the guy away after such a feat of strength. He continues staring at Der Ringgeneral, seeing a bit of Jimmy Havoc in him. A man not willing to give up what’s his. He begins to seethe at the thought, before yelling out, “You wanna get extreme?! Fine!”


Mauro: Huh?

Phillips: What did he mean by this?


The Axeman rolls out of the ring, searching hastily under the ring for whatever will put him away. WALTER begins to get back to his feet, using the ropes to help himself up. He won’t be up for long, as Axel has himself a chair.


Graves: Oh, come on, Axel. Usually I’m all for this, but don’t stoop to the level of that hardcore garbage wrestler.


He slides back in, chair in hand, a look of bloodthirst in his eyes. WALTER leans against the ropes, seeing the man with everything to gain approach him, with the ref right by his side demanding him to put it down.


Phillips: Not like this, come on.


Axel raises the chair high, swinging down at WALTER, but he sidesteps it! The chair careens into the ropes, bouncing off and hitting Axel directly in the head! The ref just watches, unsure of what to do at the sudden accidental self-foreign-objectification. The wounds from Backlash open up once again, and blood begins to gush down his face as a result. The fans gasp and mothers everywhere avert their kids’ eyes.

He falls back, dropping the chair to the mat with a clatter. He sits up. He feels his head. Blood everywhere, and now on his hands. He spits out the crimson that has already run into his mouth and manages to pull himself up. Meanwhile, WALTER’s already up, demanding a trade of blows.


Phillips: God, this is just brutal to watch.

Graves: You can say that again. This is what happens when you act like Havoc.


Axel stumbles into the middle of the ring, swinging wildly with a forearm that shakes WALTER for not but a moment. He answers back with a forearm of his arm that sends the Hennig rebounding off the ropes. As he comes back, he answers with a shoulder block. WALTER answers back with a horrifyingly loud chop. Somehow, Curtis is still on his feet, pushed forward by seeing red.

This flurry of blows exchanged between the two continues. Forearm. Chop. Forearm. Chop. Forearm. Chop. Slap. It speeds up and the fans go absolutely bananas.


Mauro: None of them are willing to give an inch! What the hell is a win for either of these two gonna take?

Phillips: What a display of guts from these two.


Finally, WALTER hits a headbutt, and as Curtis rebounds back, the Hennig is kicked in the guts, brought up, then brought down with a huge Powerbomb. This isn’t it, though, as WALTER grabs a leg and rolls Axel backwards straight onto his feet again. WALTER steps back, before charging and levelling him with a massive Der Blitz, turning him inside out!


Mauro: MAMA MIA!


WALTER could easily put it away, but he wants the final move to be the one he failed to hit earlier. He climbs to the top rope. Looks down. Axel is still unresponsive. He leaps off, pretty good height for a big man, crashing down with a big splash! He makes the cover!


1!

2!

3!


HERE IS YOUR WINNER, DER RINGGENERAL, WALTER!





WALTER gets back to his feet, blood now smeared across his arms and head. He stands tall and proud in the center of the ring, and the ref raises his arm with a gloved hand. Curtis still hasn’t moved, and WALTER, casting his gaze towards the limp man, gives him a respectful nod despite the attempted chair shot. Then, he steps out of the ring and marches up the ramp.


Mauro: An intense and heavy-hitting competition between these two men. This one's in the books.

Phillips: In the end, unfortunately, the Axeman reaped what he sowed.

Graves: Can you blame him? You guys must not know what it’s like being so close to winning, only to be cheated. This is all Havoc’s fault. And even despite Havoc's mental interference, he still fought until the very end.


It fades away as medics begin checking on Axel. Revolution heads elsewhere.


The scene opens up on a track, where Braun and Simon are jogging along.

Braun Strowman: Come on, Simon! Cardio, cardio, cardio!

Simon Dean: I’m too old for this.

Nonsense! You’re only as old as you feel, plus you took your pre-workout, right?

Yes.

Then you’re good to go! Come on, Simon! Pass me!

Simon does his best as he speeds up from a jog to a run, and soon he’s next to Braun before he starts passing him. Braun then shoves him and he stumbles before falling onto the track, rolling down the grassy hill it’s on before landing at the bottom roughly. Braun runs down to catch up to him as he helps him up.

You told me to pass you! What was the shove for?

This isn’t the Rocky beach montage, Simon. We’re preparing for a wrestling match and you’re going to get hit a lot, so shoving you while you’re running is the same as getting knocked down in the ring.

I just think you’re overly competitive.

Come on, just three more miles.

Braun jogs towards the hill as Simon reluctantly follows.

I need a protein shake...


*we see Jimmy with an angry expression and hurling a chair around his locker room*



Jimmy: Axel, don't think you're the only one who despises the other because i DO despise you. I try to give a point where everyone comes winning and what do you do in repay?. You cost me a match!. Yes, i took a little shot at you with a move but that was all. It wasn't anything HUGE of your moveset so it shouldn't have caused the attack. And yes, i know i should have expected that you'd do that considering how you're still angry but dude the TV Title wasn't your objective at first and now all of the sudden you go all ballistic on trying to win it!. I went over the limit, but one would think that the person who didn't want the TV Title at first would move on to something else after failing to win it EVEN if they weren't hardcore enough y'know?

*Jimmy now looks towards the cameras with an angry face to be looked perfectly clear rather than before where it wasn't that visuable due to Jimmy being sideways and looking towards a wall*

Jimmy: You want to make me suffer, just like you did?. Well, i want to make you suffer just like you did at Backlash. And well, i have an proposition, remember how you said you wanted me to pass out on your arms and the match to end on a whimper?. Well, the only way i think that we should end this is in a Hardcore match!. We both get to make each other bleed and anything else we want to make to each other.

*Jimmy now stares at the camera*

Jimmy: At Heatwave, just like at Backlash, i'm gonna be the one standing over you, Axel!. And above all, i'll get one step closer to not being looked as a joke anymore and this time you won't be able to ruin it like with my match against WARHORSE!. See you at Heatwave, Perfect Bitch.

*Jimmy gives the middle fingers to the camera (and Axel in conjunction since he'll probably watch this segment after the show is done), lifts the TV Title (that he had around his waist) and then leaves the room to close the segment*


The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a clip from the latest edition of America's most beloved talk-show of the day, Jimmy Kimmel Live! The camera swoops down on the current King of Late Night sitting at his desk, his audience applauding as he kicks off his program with that unwavering boy-next-door charm of his.



Kimmel: Our first guests tonight are professional wrestlers with the UWF. They are former UWF World Tag Team Champions, together they'd won just about every championship there is to win and they run the Little Dragons Insulin Pump Foundation. Please welcome Sweet n' Sour Incorporated, Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly!

The fellas walk out on to the stage, waving at the audience. They're all gussied up for the special occasion. After all, it's not every day that wrasslers make it on to the late night circuit. The Triple Champ and the Diabetic Dragon sit on the couch next to Kimmel's desk. The bands finishes their little play-on song, the crowd mellows out, and the interview begins!

Kimmel: Alright! Welcome to the show guys! Sorry we couldn't have you on a little sooner... like, before you were "former" champs... but we're happy to have you!

Larry's eye twitches a little bit, but he keeps standing on ceremony, staying polite. Mostly

Sweeney: Aha... yeeeeeeeeah... and we're sorry we missed out on a chance to talk to Dave or Jay, but we're all busy guys, right?!?!

Laugh from the crowd. Kimmel forces one out too cause that's his job.

Kimmel: Right. Right. So Larry, you and I first met a little over a year ago down in Florida when you were with the... the uh... oh, excuse me, the name is escaping me here... ya know, the black-and-white guys...

He's snapping a finger, trying to place it. Mr. 12 Large comes in with the assist.

Sweeney: The nWo.

Kimmel: Yeah! The nWo!

KO'R: Also I was there... also.

Kimmel: Of course you were.

Kyle absentmindedly pulls at a loose thread on the couch, vehemently disinterested.

Kimmel: I heard that you suffered a pretty substantial injury after that. You look healthy now though, doesn't he folks?

Big round of applause from the robotic audience. Larry smiles and waves. Kyle tugs on that thread a little too much and rips some cushion. He plays it cool.

Kimmel: So how have things been going since you got back into action?

There's a look in his eyes like he knows the answer already, and that he knows that Larry knows he knows. But still, a consummate professional, Larry laughs it off.



Sweeney: Oh... ahaha... you know, Jimmy. This wrestling business, it's not so much like other sports. We're out here living like rockstars on roller coasters. It's a wild ride, brother. Ups and downs and twists and turns. One thing's for sure, though - and that's that Sweet n' Sour Incorporated is a time-tested brand. Our quality is beyond dispute, capiche? So even when we're looking down the barrel of some hard timers, the people stay behind us, cause they know it won't be long until we're right back on top of the ol' proverbial mountain again! Ahahaa!

Kimmel: Funny you should mention your fans. There's a segment we do on the show I'd like to try with you guys if that's alright?

Kyle scoots over to cover the rip with his whole body. Larry nods.

Sweeney: Sure thing, Jimmy! We're game for whatever you got.

Kimmel: Great. If you'll just follow me over this way...

Jimmy Kimmel gets up and leads the fellas over to a pair of stools in front of a faux brick wall.

Kimmel: This is called "Mean Tweets" and basically all it is is that some of the interns go through twitter and find some of the funny little jabs the fans like to post - stuff that you might never even see - and you read it on the air. It's hillarious.

KO'R: It kinda sounds like bullying...

Kimmel: Sorry? What was that Kyle? You were kinda mumbling there. So anyway, you just sit down right here and here ya go...

He forces a phone into O'Reilly hand.

Kimmel: You just go on ahead and read off of this bad boy. Okay. Have fun!

Jimmy disappears into the shadows and Kyle squints down at the bright screen.

KO'R: “HAHAHA! YOU SUCK! How does Rock Bottom taste f***ers?”

Sweeney: Wow. Wow wow wow. Yikes… um… well I’ll say this, everything tastes a little bit better with some Sweet n’ Sour sauce on top. Next.

KO'R:”Seriously why do you still have a job Larry? You’re more washed up than a washing machine.”

Sweeney: “MORE WASHED UP THAN A WASHING MACHINE”? HUH? HA. HA. Yep. Good one. Real original. Downright courageous to speak your truth like that. Aye-aye-aye.

KO’R: It’s not me saying this. It’s… “at-effyoupinkos69”.

Sweeney: Adorable. Okay. I’m ready. Give me another one.

KO’R: I think this next one’s for me!

Sweeney: Brace yourself buddy, the basement-dweller neckbeards aren’t pulling any punches.

KO'R: It says “Hey Kyle you wanna know why you can’t get that sweet taste of victory? It’s because you have diabetes so no sweets for you! HAHA!”

Solemnly, Kyle looks out into the middle distance.



KO’R: That’s not very nice.

Sweeney: Alright that’s it! Ya know what? Enough's enough! I see what's going on here! This is a conspiracy! I recognize those handles! These aren't fans - they're just shots from that rat bastard rip-off Stokely Hathaway! You out there, Hathaway? HUH? Show yourself you yellow-bellied son of a b****!

The censors barely catch his cuss word. Larry and Kyle stand up and scan the audience. The house lights flick on to reveal Stokely Hathaway, flanked by Jado and Gedo, sitting in the crowd, phones in hand, twitters at the ready.

Stokely Hathaway:”HAHA! You aren’t that dumb, I see you figured out my plan. Well it’s too late, you two are already on Kimmel, I mean come on that’s really hitting the bottom of the barrel. At least try to get on Fallon.”

Kimmel: Hey come on now -

Sweeney: Shut yer yap Kimmel! This doesn’t concern you in the slightest!

Stokely Hathaway:”You’re probably asking why I occurrastrated this whole thing? It’s quite simple actually, it’s just time for me to prove to UWF that not only am I the greatest manager of all time, but that Larry Sweeney is the biggest failure EVER. I mean your riding Kyle’s coattails and everybody knows it. Gedo and Jado’s win against you has made it clear that Hathaway Enterprises is a big time player. We will become megastars and you two will just be forgotten.”

Gedo:”Eh, Stoke, we already told you we have to go back to Japan at the end of the week…BUT it doesn’t matter because in one week we already ruined Little Larry’s career! HAHAHA! Hey Kyle there’s always a spot for you in Japan…...IN THE JUNIOR DIVISION! BABY MAN!”

KO'R: Hey actually you know what though? You guys totally suck. Like... for real.

Sweeney: Yeah! One measly, lousy, cheapskate fluke doesn't make you better than us! And we'll prove it! Anytime, any place!

KO'R: Like how about Heatwave!?!?

Sweeney: Yeah!

KO'R: In a rematch match!

Sweeney: Yeah!

KO'R: You're going down!

Sweeney: Yeah! Ahahaha! Whaddya say, punks? Let's settle this once and for all on pay-per-view! Then we'll see how good of a manager you really are, Hathaway!

Hathaway just smirks and looks at Sweeney and Kyle.

Stokely Hathaway:”You boys want a rematch? On Heatwave? Ok fine you got it, on one condition. See Jado and Gedo are right, they’ll be leaving for Japan soon, so I need some new clients. Who’d be better than former world champion Larry Sweeney and former tag champ Kyle O'Reilly. See my condition is if Jado and Gedo win, which they will, then you two become my clients. We got a deal Larry?”

Larry and Kyle look at each other - there’s a hesitation. A moment of uncertainty. But then they remember - they remember that despite the hard times, the slump, the string of bad luck luck, the losing of titles, the injuring of friends, the robbing of sponsorships, and the breaking of hearts, they still have each other And Bah Gawd, come hell or high water, they are Sweet n’ Sou Inc. Then. Now. Forever.

Mr. 12 Large turns back to Hathaway.

Sweeney: Sweet n’ Sour Incorporated is all in! You’ve got yourself a deal, Hathaway. We’ll see you jabronies at Heatwave! Ahahahaha!

Stokely Hathaway:”HAHA! It’s been fun doing business boys, but the show's over. Gedo,Jado take it home.”

Gedo and Jado smile as they begin to just trash the set, throwing chairs and wrecking cameras. One of the camera get hit as the footage becomes static.




Fans in the arena are excited as UWF's resident superhero Rey Mysterio comes out. Mysterio comes out wearing his traditional superhero cape but he ditches it and he throws it to the sde and he makes his way down to the ring.



Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!

Mysterio rolls in the ring and he rises to the top rope and raises his hands as flashbulbs hit as he poses on the top rope. Mysterio jumps down and he takes off his shirt ready to stop whatever villain comes his way.




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.


 VS 


DING DING DING!

As the bell rings the WARHORSE is off for the races, charging at Rey Mysterio who is definitely not off for the races. His attention seems to be directed elsewhere as Warhorse obliterates him with a big boot. The HEAVY METAL WARRIOR then manhandles a dazed Mysterio up to his feet and onto his shoulders. With the force of 4000 POUNDS OF HEAVY METAL BEHIND HIM, he Powerbombs a Rey right into the canvas. Rey doesn’t look right as the move sends him to a knee. WARHOSE rebounds off the ropes and then collides with a big sliding lariat!

Mauro Ranallo: Rey looks almost asleep. He certainly wasn’t ready to start the match.

Tom Phillips: I THINK THATS JUST THE WARHORSE’S HEAVY METAL POWER!

Corey Graves: I’m going to stab you.

Rey continues to put up little effort as WARHORSE picks him up and ragdolls him into the corner. Like a horse appropriately, he charges and throws himself into Rey with a devastating corner clothesline. The crowd cheer WARHORSE’s energy as they know what’s coming next. WARHORSE plays up to the crowd before winding his arm back and thrusting it forward for another corner clothesline, and another! Most of the crowd cheer every impact while some indicate their worry for Rey’s condition. Nonetheless. WARHORSE takes the momentum hes getting from the crowd to throw Rey into the ropes and answer with a devastating spinning heel kick! It knocks the spit right out of Rey as he falls and WARHORSE makes the cover.

Mauro Ranallo: The looming threat of Bray Wyatt clearly has Rey off his game here. If this doesn’t end here I don’t expect it to go much longer.

Tom Phillips: Yeah as much as I love WARHORSE, it hurts to see Rey in such a compromised position.

Corey Graves: Sure it isn’t a pleasant sight but... sympathy? I think Bray is exposing something in Rey, something that’ll show us he doesn’t deserve sympathy.

One!

Two!

Th-No!

Rey gets the arm up but he’s still layed out on the ground. Warhorse doesn’t take his foot off the gas, he never does, and hops right up and bounces off the ropes. He takes that burst of momentum and collides right on top of Rey for a senton that takes the breath out of him. He still doesn’t let off. Grabbing Rey by the neck and taking him up to his feet. He then lurches back for a huuuuge half and half Suplex. Rey is getting absolutely pummeled and is in no place to get to this feet. WARHORSE sees this and knows his next move. He panders to the crowd once more before climbing to the top ropes, ready to leap off with a finishing move.

Tom Phillips: ELBOW DROP OR ASS RULER?! WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK ITS GONNA BE?!

Corey Graves: I hope he falls and gets impaled on the ring post.

WARHORSE points to his elbow, signaling to the crowd to get them hyped up. At the peak of the noise hes just about ready to leap, when suddenly the sound of static draws the attention of the arena as the titantron lights up, bits of the Revolution Logo still lingering as the image of Bray Wyatt staring eerily at the camera is shown.



Bray Wyatt: BREAKING NEWS! Ladies, Gentleman, Children, And Rey Mysterio we are getting reports swarming in and it just cannot wait another SECOND.

WARHORSE looks up at the screen not sure what is going on, as the static on the tron begins to interfere with Brays speech, until every other word is interrupted by whitenoise.

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Finally the static overtakes the feed on the tron as it returns to normal.

Mauro Ranallo: I don’t get the point of this. WARHORSE has this match won... what was the need for that?

WARHORSE seems to feel the same with the confused look on his face. He shrugs it off though and finally leaps off the top rope, looking to collide with the Elbow Drop... but suddenly Rey springs into action. At almost superhuman speed he leaps up midair! He acts he’s WARHORSE’s outstretched arm and whips himself around so that they he comes colliding down with WARHORSE in an armbar! The WARHORSE is in immense pain and shock as he looks over to Rey, who returns one of the most hateful gazes you could find. For whatever reason he is absolutely furious, looking at WARHORSE like he’s the devil incarnate. He wrenches back as hard as he can, intent on causing WARHORSE the worst pain imaginable. WARHORSE struggles, refusing to give up. He manages to fight through the rabid hole and reach out to grab the ropes, breaking the hold. He takes a moment to rest on the ropes after the struggle, knowing Rey’s ramen too much punishment to be capable of his signature move right now. But something motivates Rey. Hate. Rey’s eyes are almost bloodshot red when he kips up like a zombie coming out of the grave. WARHORSE can only feel the wind before hes greeted with a vicious 619 from Rey! WARHORSE is whiplashed backwards, standing but wobbly. Rey takes advantage of that and springs off the top rope to hit WARHORSE with a West Coast Pop! WARHORSE’s heads is whipped between the legs of Rey with authority and Rey holds on for the cover!

One!

WARHORSE is kicking with all his might in an attempt to break the pin!

Two!

But Rey is latched on like a bloodsucking leach!

Three!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner... Rey Mysterio!



Tom Phillips: WOW. Rey Mysterio absolutely snapped.

Mauro Ranallo: Yeah and I cant help but think that strange intervention mid-match from Bray Wyatt had something to do with it. He looked at WARHORSE differently after that.

Corey Graves: Yeah and he hasn’t stopped! Look what’s happening in the ring!

The attention is turned back to the ring where Rey Mysterio is desperately trying to continue the onslaught on a shocked WARHORSE. He only stops when refs get in between Rey and WARHORSE and WARHORSE rolls out the ring puzzled with his arms outstretched. Only then does the hate in Rey’s eyes disappear. His eyes soften and he looks at WARHORSE completely differently, like he isn’t the man he thought he was. The remorse in Rey’s expression is clear as the show continues on.


The scene opens to the sound of flesh hitting sand. A punching bag being pummeled into oblivion. 



The UWF World Champion is seen furiously swatting into the bag of mass. He exudes violence like only he can. It’s malicious and it’s downright scary. The atmosphere is as tense as can be because of it and the feeling only stops when the violence stops. Violence is the only thing on his mind though, and after retrieving a bottle of water and closing the refrigerator he returns back to man his station, but he’s interrupted. A faint sound can be heard. A door closing. A normal person would ignore it, but the always vigilant Shibata senses it like a shark senses blood. He’s quick to address what he possibly views as an intruder.

Shibata: WHO’S THERE?!

No answer besides the racing thoughts in Shibata’s mind of who or what this could be and how Shibata will silence them. He scans the entire area but sees nothing out of the ordinary for him, that is until he reaches the steel entrance door of his compound. The door is shut tight but he peers down and sees something that takes him completely off guard.



A shirt. A shirt with much meaning though. The takeover brand represented the Shibata of old, a man who the current Shibata just wants to leave behind. This certain version of the shirt is reminiscent of something else as well... somebody else. That somebody being a man thats haunted Shibata in the past weeks, but he can’t figure out why. What he does know however is that the mere thought or presence of said man makes Shibata... vulnerable. A feeling that has completely left Shibata. The world champion doesn’t like it, and he intends to get to the bottom of it.



The scene opens up once again in the performance center looking area as Braun and Simon are standing in the ring.

Simon Dean: Are you sure about this, Braun? I haven’t wrestled in years.

Braun Strowman: And that’s why we need to get you back into ring shape. Flat back bump.

But I...

Flat. Back. Bump.

Simon falls down and takes the bump, immediately getting up holding his back and wincing in pain.

Aah! I don’t remember it hurting so badly!

You know what’s really going to hurt? Having to work with Team DDT if we lose at Heatwave! Now toughen up and take the bump again!

Simon hesitates.

I just need to prepare, that’s all. Just a few seconds. One...two...

Three!

Braun hits Simon with a Big Boot and knocks him down. Simon lays there motionless.

Simon? Come on, Simon. We’ve gotta bump some more and run the ropes! Simon?

Simon finally lets out a long groan.

Good, let’s get you running, pal!

Braun grabs Simon by the wrists and pulls him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes as Simon goes over them and spills to the outside of the ring.

This is going to be more work than I thought.



The live feed cuts to the backstage area where Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch are laughing with their World Tag Team Championships around their waists.



Becky Lynch: Guess who's baaaaaack!

Sami Zayn: And not a second too soon!

Becky Lynch: Did you fellas really think I'd leave my partner, my best friend high and dry to fight some second rate manager? We knew you career second placers would try to get involved in the match. Maybe find a way to take out Sami early to give you all a better advantage.

Sami Zayn: People still don't think we're masterminds of the game. We fooled the New Day way back then. We made it personal with the Dudleyz and took advantage of them. You think Becky was really being tested for that long? She's a fighter! They don't call her The Man fro nothing!

Becky Lynch: I know what you fellas are thinkin'. Why not surprise everyone at Heatwave, Why expose your charade now? Well it's a simple answer really. Because we wanted to see the dumb look on all of your stupid lil' faces. We don't need to catch you off guard because that's how little of a threat you all are. I hope you all got a good look at what real champs are because after Heatwave, it's back to the back of the line where you all belong.

Becky smirks at the camera as the scene fades out.



YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.



The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 2 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba.



Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!

Both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign. The crowd are cheering the brothers loudly as both jump down from the turnbuckle and looks ready to go.



As the music start to play, Yano comes out holding his DVD and asking every fan in attendance to buy it from him. While Ishii is walking behind him with no emotion on his face. As Ishii gets into the ring, Yano goes around ringside still trying to sell the DVD to someone.

Tony Chimel: Introducing first, currently in the ring, from Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, The Stone Pitbull, Tomohiro Ishii.

Ishii goes to to the comer to stretch Yano gets into the ring and tries to sell the DVD to Chimel. When that fails he hands Chimel a piece of paper and instructs him to read it.

Tony Chinel: And his partner, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 253 lbs, he currently has a DVD that you can buy for the low price of $29.99, that you can also find at the merchandise stand or in Yano's car after the show, Toru Yano.

Yano holds up the DVD and goes to Ishii in the corner and gets ready for the match.

DING DING DING!

As the bell sounds, Toru Yano opts to start in the ring while D-Von Dudley does the same for the opposition. Meeting in the center of the ring, Yano offers the DVD he's holding, "Yano and Ishii: Dollar Tree Wrestling Figures Review". He asks D-Von for a purchase, but as the Dudley looks over the cover he begins badmouthing Yano before snatching the DVD from his hand and chucking it out to the crowd!

Corey Graves: "Hey! That's worth $30, D-Von, you can't be chucking expensive merchandise like that!"

Mauro Ranallo: "D-Von clearly not a fan of Yano and Ishii's work!"

Yano at first looks appalled, if not disgusted at D-Von's actions, but instead of doing something smart like say hitting him square in his jaw, the man goes to his corner and tags in Ishii, before then leaving the ring and hopping the barricade in search of his DVD! As Ishii steps into the ring, D-Von starts to yell at him as well, but gets shut up real quick with a strike to the face, sending him reeling to his corner. At first, he looks to respond, but is met with a tag from Bubba Ray.

As his brother gets into the ring, he gives a response in D-Von's place with a big punch to the jaw, and the blows begin flying. Back and forth he goes with Ishii, neither man losing ground until Bubba mixes it up with a kick to the midsection, and then applies a side headlock. The advantage doesn't last long when he is sent flying off the ropes, colliding in the center with a shoulder block that knocks neither combatant down. Bubba Ray comes charging again, but once more Ishii refuses to budge. Pissed off, Bubba gives a big forearm to the head of The Stone Pitbull, but that just seems to wake him up as he is met with a receipt that sends him reeling back. He continues to try and trade strikes, but an errant headbutt puts a quick stop to that, and he is backed into the corner.

Ishii gives a shoulder thrust to the midsection, and looks to the corner for a tag, but his partner isn't there! Instead, Yano is in the crowd, haggling with a fan about the DVD. The momentary distraction is enough for Bubba, who begins fighting out of the corner with jabs, chops and forearms. Beating him to the ropes, he shoots Ishii off and connects with a Big Boot on the rebound, going right to a cover.

...One
...Two
No

Ishii kicks out with some force to it, but with no partner to tag out to he is stuck taking the brunt of Bubba's offense as he gets dragged to the corner. Being brought to his feet, Bubba tags out to D-Von, and the two begin working over Ishii in the corner, Bubba holding him in place while D-Von lays in strikes to the head and midsection.

Tom Phillips: "The Dudley Boyz are doing pretty good right now, considering who they're up against. Maybe Drake Maverick made a mistake in giving these two another chance to earn a Tag Title opportunity?"

Corey Graves: "Well any team would do good when it is a two-on-one, Tom. Wait till Yano gets his DVD back, the entire complexion of the match will change."

For now though, Ishii must continue to suffer as D-Von pummels him, just beating away with strikes. Ishii begins to mount some offense after a ducked clothesline, wailing away with strikes to the head, but running off the ropes only gets him caught with a spinebuster and covered once more.

...One
...Two
.No

Ishii once again keeps the match alive, but doesn't get much of a chance to breathe as D-Von is relentless in his attack, bringing Ishii into a grounded headlock and wrenching it quite deep. The referee moves in to make sure he doesn't give up or, worse, pass out. Ishii tries fighting his way out of the submission hold, and manages to roll D-Von to a position where his shoulders are on the mat!

...One
No

But it doesn't last long as he rolls back over and wrenches the hold in deeper. With his strength fading, the referee moves to raise his arm to check if he passed out...but doesn't get the chance to. Just as the referee moves in, Ishii sees something, something that fills him with hope, Yano is back from the crowd and after stuffing $30 into his tights he gets back onto the apron! Ishii begins showing signs of life, and fights to his feet! One, two, three elbows to the gut manage to free him, and after ducking a blow he tries to kick D-Von in the gut. It gets caught, but that is the perfect setup for the Enziguri! With both men down, it's a matter of who can crawl to the ropes first...D-Von is close, and manages to tag in Bubba Ray…

BUT ISHII GETS THE TAG AS WELL!

Yano comes bursting into the ring, clotheslining Bubba Ray down, and then hitting a second one! He swings at D-Von and connects right between the eyes, knocking him off the apron. Turning around, he charges into Bubba and connects with a Spear!

Mauro Ranallo: "Toru Yano coming in like a house of fire!"

Corey Graves: "And Bubba Ray probably wishes he was at a certain house of pancakes right now, but he's stuck with Toru Yano instead!"

Following the big hits to Bubba, Yano tries to bring him up for the Gokiri, but an elbow to the head nullifies that attempt. Bubba gives another quick shot to the head, then a second, then a third, before connecting with the Flip Flop 'n' Fly right to the head of Yano! Stunned, he barely has time to react as Bubba sends him off the ropes and catches him in a Sidewalk Slam. Standing up, he seems more than done with the match, and tags D-Von in before shouting "3D!"

Tom Phillips: "A good effort from Yano and Ishii, but it may all end here!"

Getting into position, D-Von sends Yano off the ropes-blind tag from Ishii!-and D-Von manages to grab him into the Flapjack, but Bubba is cut off with a Lariat from Ishii! Meanwhile, Yano manages to roll up D-Von out of the Flapjack, thinking he is still the legal man, but the referee tells him about the tag. Confused, Yano leaves the ring, and Ishii rushes D-Von for another lariat attempt. It's ducked, and D-Von tries to grab him into the Saving Grace, but the lift is countered with a knee to the head, and Ishii turns it around into a Brainbuster! He moves right into the cover!

...ONE!

Bubba Ray's up again!

...TWO!

Yano blocks him from entering!

...THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: "HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, TORU YANO AND TOMOHIRO ISHII!"

As soon as the bell rings, Ishii and Yano roll out of the ring and Yano grabs a stack of DVDs to sell to the team's fans while Ishii watches his back. In the ring, Bubba helps Devon to his feet with Stacey coming in behind to offer him a water bottle.

Mauro Ranallo: A spirited tag contest here tonight between the Dudley Boyz and Yano and Ishii has ended in a big win for the DVD salesman and his silent companion. And a loss like this is sure to leave the Dudleyz stewing.

Corey Graves: I've never understood why the Dudleyz are so revered. They couldn't even put away this clown, Yano!

Tom Phillips: Corey, how about you win the UWF World Tag Championships three times and then you can judge them.

Commentary's arguing continues off-mic as the Dudleyz start to make their way up the ramp, Devon clapping hands with an enthusiastic fan or to. But then suddenly, the fans erupt in boos as Stacey crashes into Bubba from behind and falls to the ramp!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Superkick by Adam Cole and he surely must have concussed Stacey Keibler there!

Bubba and Devon turn around and run at Cole, but he steps back as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish leap into the fray, taking down the Dudleyz with synchronized Lou Thesz presses and laying stiff lefts and rights into them.

Tom Phillips: Oh what the Hell! In a seemingly unprovoked attack, the Undisputed Era are here assaulting the three-time tag champion Dudley Boyz!

As security and Spike emerge from the back, the Undisputed Era high-tail it into the crowd, the fans booing them loudly and some even trying to accost them as they make a quick getaway, leaving the UWF Universe wondering what the Hell just happened. The feed moves along.


Revolution has been a blast so far, as usual, but we gotta take a break otherwise someone will die of a heart attack and that's so much paperwork I ain't got the time, anyway, Despy! titantron! boos!



I hope everyone that sees this message watched last week's Revolution, if you didn't I will give you the summary, a lot of people played wrestling then Suzuki single-handedly beat two men before the Velveteen Dream interrupted him and cost them the match, Suzuki then challenged him to a steel cage match.

Despy opens up with a wicked smile

The Velveteen Dream will be stuck in a steel cage with Minoru Suzuki, do you even understand what can and will happen? can your little smarky rat brains begin to imagine the type of horrors which will be on display? Dream will be inside a ring, surrounded by hard, brutal steel with an even harder, more brutal man, it will definitely be dream over, just wait and see.

Despy gets up and throws the camera down to the ground resulting in static, UWF's production crew is quick on the case tho and after a moment the camera's back on the ring and the show continues



The feed cuts to backstage where EC3 is in his office. A knock is heard on the door before it swings open.

Security: They're here sir.

EC3: Let them in.

In comes the Undisputed Era, looking rather smug, Roddy flipping the tie of one of the producers as he walks in, Bobby making a security guard flinch while Cole comes right in and sits on the chair, leaning back and putting his feet on Ethan's desk.



EC3: Glad to see you arrived to have a... somewhat civilized discussion although I got news that this wasn't the first time you guys appeared tonight. I'll cut right to the chase. You three are still suspended. The only reason you're even allowed to step foot in this arena is because I authorized it. Your suspension was set for two months but after breaking the suspension, I'm allowed to add another 3 months to it. Luckily for you, a certain former UWF Champion has asked for me to allow you three to come back. Your suspension ends on the 22nd this month but Heatwave is on the 28th. So what do you say to Adam Cole vs Johnny Morrison at Heatwave?

Cole takes his feet off the desk and leans forward in his chair, smiling.

Cole: What do I have to say to that, huh? You know what I say? Deal.



He kicks back as his two stablemates stop harassing the various staff members around them and step forward to stand behind him.

Cole: Of course it's a deal. This is what I wanted this entire time. This is all you had to give me, EC3, and all the attacks and suspension breakages and prerecorded messages would go... poof. Just one match with Morrison. That was what you were planning on giving me before I got suspended, right? A match at Backlash. Morrison vs. Cole. For the UWF Championship. Yeah?

Before he can speak up, Cole interrupts again.

Cole: Don't answer that, Ethan. Because at this point, the titles aren't important. What is important is that you make the right choice. And I trust you to do that because I know you're a smart man. I trust that you'll make sure that I get to humiliate your chosen one. That you give me that match, and you don't try to pull any shit before we wrestle. Because if you do, I have people in the production truck, I have people at the doors, and this won't be the last you see of me, Roddy, and Fish. Right, boys?

Fish: You're goddamn right.

Strong: Mhm. Give us what we want, or we'll keep sending messages until you do.

Cole gets up from his chair and he and the rest of the Undisputed Era calmly walk out, looking smug as shit as the show moves on.





Tony Chimel: From Camdon, England, weighing 220 pounds, he's the UWF Television Champion: Jimmy "Pain" Havoc!!!!

*Jimmy comes down the ramp with 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.*



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.

Tony 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.

DING DING DING!

As the bell sounds, Havoc marches up to Strowman and motions for a collar-and-elbow tie up. Strowman looks incredulous at Havoc, before then turning to Simon Dean, who just gives a small shrug. Strowman locks up with the TV Champion, before then throwing him backwards towards the center of the ring. Havoc picks himself right back up and locks up again, only to be sent rolling backwards once more. A third time, the same result.

Corey Graves: "Jimmy Havoc clearly not following the wisdom of Albert Einstein here, giving us a visual of the definition of insanity."

Finally Havoc garners some sense, and fakes the lockup only to kick Braun in the midsection. That just pisses off the monster though, who chucks Havoc into the corner and begins wailing on him, punishing body blows and shots to the face keep Havoc from going on the offensive. Strowman grabs Havoc, and tosses him with a biel throw that results in Havoc combat rolling to his feet in the opposite corner and running in for a corner forearm. Once again, Strowman just takes the blow and sends him flying to the opposite side of the ring, and once again Havoc comes charging in with the courage of a soldier running right into machine gun fire and delivers a second corner forearm.

Mauro Ranallo: "Havoc refusing to give up against the big man, but it seems those forearms aren't having much effect!"

Corey Graves: "Of course they aren't having an effect, Mauro! Jimmy Havoc is just a fly buzzing around The Monster Among Men right now, and it's nigh time Braun grabs a swatter!"

Surely enough, as Havoc is thrown and charges in a second time, Braun is understandably done with his shit and just catches him with a hand, bending him backwards and clubbing his chest with the free hand, causing Jimmy to collapse onto the mat. Rolling closer to center, he doesn't have time to get out of the way as Braun steps onto his back, holding it there for a moment before bringing the second boot on top as well. Standing on Jimmy, Braun lets him revel in the pain before finally stepping off of him. With Havoc trying to clutch at his back, it leaves his head open for a hand of Strowman to grab hold and lift him to his feet, before then decking him with a heavy blow to the gut that takes the wind out of him, knocking him to the mat. Simon yells from the outside for Strowman to pin him, so he does as he is told.

one
No!

Tom Phillips: "Even after all that, Havoc only kicks out at one!"

Corey Graves: "All that? Tom, he got stepped on and took a body blow. If that keeps him down for a one count, what chance does he have when Strowman hits a Powerslam?"

Tom Phillips: "IF he hits a Powerslam, Corey."

Corey Graves: "Glad you are holding out hope then, because one of us at the commentary desk has to."

With Havoc having struggled back to his feet, Strowman comes running off the ropes and bulldozes over Jimmy with a shoulder block that spins him out, but somehow he keeps on his feet. All the better for Braun as he connects with a Front Dropkick that sends Havoc flying backwards, rebounding off the ropes before crashing face-first on the mat. Braun looks down at his foe, lifeless, and turns to Simon Dean for what to do. When he hears the call to finish him, he lifts Havoc off his feet and onto his shoulders, looking for a Powerslam…

But he isn't looking at anything for long as Havoc rakes the eyes of Strowman and slips out the back! Dean cries foul, the referee having his attention turned from the action, and an audible cry of "Fuck this!" can be heard as Havoc drops to his knees and low blows Strowman! Again, Simon Dean yells for the referee to turn around but it is to no avail, as his hopping to the apron only serves to anger the ref more. Sensing the opportunity, Havoc rushes to his corner and takes his trusty fork, and motions to stab the top of Strowman's head with it…

And connects with it!

Mauro Ranallo: "Shades of Abdullah The Butcher, Jimmy Havoc just stabbed Braun Strowman!"

Corey Graves: "How can the referee allow this?!"

Tom Phillips: "Your favorite part of cheating, Corey. The ref cannot call what he cannot see."

With trickles of blood beginning to fall from the forehead of Braun Strowman, Jimmy Havoc stands up with more confidence than he's had for the entire match. Chucking the fork back into the corner, the ref finally turns to see Strowman down and Havoc mounted on him, raining down closed fists onto the gash. The referee begins the five count, but Havoc breaks once it reaches three, holding his hand up as if to show it wasn't closed. Rushing off the ropes, he kicks the seated Strowman in the head with a boot to send him back down, before crashing on top of him with a senton and rolling him over for a cover.

one
two
No!

Barely reaching a two count, Havoc continues on the offensive with boots to the abdomen, trying to keep the big man down. Strowman continues to make his way to a vertical base, and Havoc hooks his head into a front facelock. Trying for a DDT, instead he is raised in the air by Braun and charged into the corner, more specifically the top rope. Strowman begins climbing, and hooks the arm for a superplex, but Havoc refuses to budge! A second time he lifts and while he gets Havoc up he can't fall back with it as Jimmy goes back to being seated. Strowman unhooks the arm and goes for a punch, but is blocked by Havoc and responded by a headbutt. Both men rocked, Havoc delivers a second one and knocks Braun off the top rope, crashing down on the mat! Standing up, Havoc dives off…

And connects with a double stomp! He collapses into a pin!

...One
...Two
T-No!

Corey Graves: "How is Jimmy Havoc still in this?!"

Mauro Ranallo: "My sentiments exactly, Corey! Havoc should have been out of this match long ago, if it wasn't for that low blow!"

Havoc is poised, he's ready to end this. Bringing Braun up to his feet, he cinches in the waistlock, grabs the arm...but Braun refuses to spin out with the wristlock. Havoc tries again and again but nothing works, until Strowman pulls him out in a ripcord of his own before lifting him right up, and running for a second before dropping him with a Running Powerslam! Strowman looks down at Havoc, hearing Dean scream about going for the pin, but Braun ignores him, instead bringing his foe to a wobbly stand. Grabbing him in a back suplex lift, he walks to the corner and places him on the top rope before then going onto the apron.

Tom Phillips: "What is he going for? That isn't any position I know of…"

Mauro Ranallo: "The only thing I can think of is…"

Corey Graves: "He's going to kill him. If he is doing what I think he is doing, he is going to murder Jimmy Havoc. There will be nothing left of our Television Champion if he hits this!"

Braun begins climbing, but as he ascends Jimmy descends. Or more aptly, he falls off the top turnbuckle and collapses to the mat. Strowman, already up there, sighs as he climbs back down and picks Havoc up back to his feet and puts him in the corner. Thinking he has to do more damage for Havoc to stay, he backs up, looking to charge in. Jimmy though, has other plans, as he undoes the turnbuckle pad! Strowman charges in, and as Havoc moves he nearly collides with the exposed steel, but is stopped by Dean who hops onto the apron and puts himself in the way! The referee comes over to see what happened, but notices the turnbuckle pad missing. Dropping the posture of being ready to yell at Dean, he begrudgingly grabs the dropped pad and begins to fix it back onto the turnbuckle.

Corey Graves: "Good eyes on the part of Simon Dean, watching out for his client!"

As that happens, Jimmy has scrambled to the corner to grab his fork once again, but he turns around to see Strowman staring him down. Musturing whatever courage he has left, he swings for the fork, but it gets caught by Strowman. Snatching it out of his hand, Braun bends the fork almost perfectly, making the metal utensil all but useless for Havoc. Out of options, Havoc charges right into Strowman's clutches, but as he goes for the powerslam, Jimmy manages to slip out once again, this time turning himself to a front facelock. Landing on his feet, he is lifted again out of the DDT setup and tossed forwards, and he crashes to the mat. Strowman walks over, picking Havoc up-

LOW BLOW! A LOW BLOW FROM HAVOC!

Corey Graves: "Again?! What the hell ref, how long does it take to fix a goddamn turnbuckle pad?! You can't keep letting him get away with this!"

With Strowman on his knees, Havoc walks over and puts Braun's head between his legs, barely having the strength to lift him off of his feet and fall backwards, spiking Braun with the Havocdriver! With Strowman slumped on the mat, Havoc rolls him to his back and uses the last of his strength to cover him, the referee turning to see the pin!

...ONE!

Tom Phillips: "Havoc's gonna win this…"

...TWO!

Corey Graves: "No..no..no no no…"

...THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JIMMY HAVOC!"

Havoc barely is able to sit up as his Television Title is handed to him by the referee, Simon Dean rushing to Strowman's side and helping him exit the ring. Havoc can barely stand up, using the ropes to assist him in the feat-

"Con-gra-tu-lations, Jimmy…"

Out on the ramp, Curtis Axel is seen standing, microphone in hand, applauding Havoc.

Curtis Axel: "Impressive victory there, Jimmy. Not as impressive as mine will be against you, but a good one nonetheless. After all, look at you, all tired and beaten to a pulp...it would be easy for me to waltz on down there and beat you down again. Hell, I doubt you'd even put up a fight."

Havoc starts to move over to the ramp side of the ring, using the ropes to help him.

Curtis Axel: "Woah, woah, easy there Jim. I never said I was going to attack you...after all, it's like I said last week. I want to see you suffer, and what good would it be to attack you here and now when you've already despaired enough with someone as big as Strowman outwrestling you? No, you see Jimmy I have a counteroffer for you."

Tom Phillips: "Counteroffer?"

Curtis Axel: "You see, earlier in the night you challenged me to a Hardcore match. Now, that is fine and all...but between you and I, I know it isn't enough. Not for either of us. We need to beat the crap out of each other, we need to have it so only one man is left standing by the end of it...we need a war. So that's why I've come here with...a proposition. I have come up with a match, a match that we can wage war in, a match where only one of us will be left standing by the end of it if we're lucky...a match right in your wheelhouse. Hell, I was even so kind as to name it after you."

"I call it... the House of Havoc match."

Axel lets the name sink in for a few seconds.

"Now I know you are all wondering, especially you Jimmy, what the hell a House of Havoc match is. Well let me tell you, it is entirely designed for only one of us to walk out of there if we are lucky. The way you win is simple, either you make your opponent submit or knock them the eff out. But just to make sure the action doesn't get too boring, we will not only be trapped inside of a steel cage, but we will be allowed any weapons we want inside there. From the mundane like steel chairs, kendo sticks and the mighty sledgehammer...to the furniture of trash cans, tables and ladders, to the more 'sophisticated' weaponry. Staple Guns, forks, barbed wire, scissor boards...you name it, we'll have it at our disposal to torture each other with until one man is left broken in body, mind and spirit."

"And honestly…I can't wait. After all, it doesn't matter what match type I'm in whether it be singles, tag, or even something as braindead and deathmatch-y like this...every match I am apart of is an Axeman match, because it's a match that The Axeman wins."

With that, Axel walks off backstage, letting Havoc enjoy his victory while he can.

Corey Graves: "What an announcement from Curtis Axel! Not only designing his own match type, but having the courtesy to name it after its first victim, such a thoughtful man!"

Tom Phillips: "But like he said, that is Jimmy Havoc's bread and butter, so to speak. He could be digging his own grave with that announcement."

Corey Graves: "Well I look forward to seeing a new Television Champion!"

Mauro Ranallo: "Another big match added, we have quite the stacked card, and it will be one hell of a match regardless of who wins! The question is, who will walk out as the new Television Champion, or who will be able to walk out in general?"

The camera cuts back to Jimmy Havoc, who manages to raise his Television Title, staring down the entrance ramp as the show fades out.


END OF SHOW

Confirmed for Heatwave

Intercontinental Championship
Brock Lesnar(c) vs WARHORSE


Television Championship
House of Havoc
Jimmy Havoc(c) vs Curtis Axel


Adam Cole vs Johnny Morrison


Hathaway Enterprises vs Sweet N' Sour


Credits

Dream vs Roman - Danny
WALTER vs Axel - half
Orton vs Sami - Fauche
WARHORSE vs Mysterio - Roach
Dudleyz vs Yano & Ishii, Strowman vs Havoc - Leedles

[Dres]

Just got home from work and haven’t been to sleep yet so I’ll keep this short and sweet. I appreciate so many people stepping up to write, especially since not having to write one gives me more opportunity to get my sleep schedule figured out so I can adequately balance that and the work itself with trash talking, promo writing, and match writing. So thank you for that and thank you because of the other ways your volunteering benefits the product.

Speaking of the writers, I enjoyed the matches everyone wrote as well as the promos contributed, good stuff all around and while I wasn’t expecting to lose, it is what it is. The table’s being set quite nicely for Heatwave and it really is an impeccable card thus far. Great show here guys!

[Fauche]

YOOOOO good show I finally read through it all and its so late but like hey quick comment here before #bedtime

Rey's promo work is consistently just blowing me away. Totally nailing the Firefly Funhouse and Bray's voice, the puppets, love it all. High hopes for the impending match with Mysterio. Also, big win for Chase this week, and nice to see Mysterio finally get past all that interference to score a win. Speaking of, stoked to see George's WARHORSE get an IC title shot at Heatwave. I likes that match up lots. Should be a real good thread between him and Cliffwalk.

Same with Havoc and Axel. Faf improving by the week. Liked his promo lots tonight and he scored a huge win over Strowman (Dres peppering in these short / sweet promos through the show was also some welcome content). The first match with these two was real close, I expect Leedles to come at that title with a vengeance and hopefully the pressure continues to bring out more quality stuff form Faf's Havoc. Stoked to write that match.

Glad we're finally getting Cole vs. Morrison, looking forward to seeing Fish and Strong get back in that tag title mix soon. Danny and Heelboi has a good little thread this week, thought they each had strong tt's. Sami's just the greasiest smarmiest heel. Heelboi's already got a strong grasp on Orton's voice. Also Benito out here racking up wins so it's just anyone's friggin ball game out there in that tag division.

Had lots of fun co-promoing with YOLO, whose writing is an endless fountain of joy. Crann's concept, bless his heart, our execution, the good times roll. Beyond stoked about this feud. It's gonna be totally savage just you wait and see.

Thanks so much to dudes writing matches

[Roach]

bit late but I wanted to give a few shoutouts after rereading this show. Rey as Bray has been every bit as great as I expected. The character work is top notch with Bray and Mysterio and it’s just been a top notch feud so far. Itfactor’s WALTER deserves all the championships. I love every promo he’s put out they’re all so blunt and cool. faf has improved a good bit with Jimmy and is probably putting out his best work. The Kimmel segment was awesome and I’m really excited for that thread at heatwave. Oh also Sami vs Orton stood out as very good so shoutout to Fauche for that one. I really liked all the Simon/Braun Stuff throughout the show. It was a nice little storyline at first and made me warm up to Braun because at first I honestly thought Dres’ Braun was a big downgrade from his last work but his stuff has been getting better and better ever since then. Very excited to see Half’s undisputed era is back I fucking hate them with a passion. Fuck the undisputed era. Pieces of shit. And also Jimmy vs Braun was best match of the show. Leedles did a great job with that one and a huge win for Faf. Good stuff from Axel after that match too. Interested to see what that match type will entail. Hoping for some cinematic type shit.