Post by Danny on Jun 22, 2020 3:47:21 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show! In singles action, Roman Reigns takes on Curtis Axel.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Minoru Suzuki taking on Spike Dudley.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Brock Lesnar colliding with WALTER.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, Ishii and Yano will face Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.
Tom Phillips: Johnny Morrison and Taya Valkyrie will face Team DDT.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ve got Monster High versus Undisputed Era.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, UWF Champion Katsuyori Shibata faces off with Velveteen Dream in non-title competition.
Mauro Ranallo:But first let's head down to the ring where our first match is set to begin!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
[The Truth of Reigns burst through the P.a System when The Big Dog comes out from the curtains and looks straight ahead and he walks down the ramp in enters the ring]
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
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.
DING DING!
The cocksure Axel doesn't hesitate to approach, engage and lock-up with the larger man. Reigns is more than happy to try a test of strength with the third generation superstar and with that, the two kick things off with a collar-and-blow in the center of the ring. Curtis stays low, locking his knees, sitting down on his hips - perfect posture to counteract the weight he's giving up to the Samoan superstar. Roman is able to back him up a couple steps, but from that dropped position, Axel is able to explode through and power up to regain that ground. When Reigns pushes back, Axel moves his arm to shove his calcified forearm into the Big Dog's jaw, getting dirty with it. Reigns shakes it off and shoves Axel back, effectively breaking the hold.
Roman touches his jaw and spits out a bit of blood from the inside of his cheek. Axel laughs, proud of himself for gaining the edge so quickly.
Ranallo: It's already feeling tense in the one-on-one contest between two superstars representing enormous family legacies.
Phillips: There is a lot of pride on the line here. Axel claims to be the best pure wrestler on the roster, a claim made by his father before him, whereas Roman comes into every match with the honor of the Anoai family on his shoulders.
Ranallo: You know I won a world title without being related to anyone important.
Reigns goes to lock up again, and while Axel looks like he's going to accept the invitation, he hastily ducks and pivots around his opponent before hooking his arms around that bulletproof waist. He tries for a German Suplex but Roman fights back to stay grounded. Curtis tries for another but gets cut off by a pointed back elbow to the side of the head. He breaks the grip. Roman turns around. Axel catches him quick with claps to the ears, instantly disorienting him. Reigns returns the favor with a merciless headbutt.
Nobody wins in a headbutt.
With both dudes dazed and staggering, the crowd takes advantage of the gap in the action to rally behind the Big Dog. The power of the people inspires him, and he's the first to get back on the offensive, grabbing hold of his foe and then whipping him into the ropes. Curtis bounces off the cables and comes running back, taking a huge lariat once he gets there. He's turned halfway inside out before falling hard to the canvas. Roman shoots the half for the first cover of the match...
1...
2...
Axel powers out at two and Roman goes right back to work, grabbing hold of Curtis' arms and pulling the at awkward angles in the wrong direction, pushing his knee into his back for extra leverage. The Minneapolitan groans in pain - it's music to the Big Dog's ears. He yanks back with more fervor, talking some trash with contorting those limbs.
Phillips: A rare move for Reigns to forego the power game in favor of some grounded grappling.
Ranallo: It's possible he took umbrage with Axel's criticism's of his in-ring work.
Graves: Well he should stick to what he knows best. The last thin Reigns wants to do is get caught up in Axel's Perfect game plan.
Phillips: It seems to be working out alright for him now!
Curtis starts to escape, the sweat in Roman's grip coupled with his tenacity making it impossible to hold on. As such, Reigns opts to transition into a side headlock, catching the skull between his chest and bicep while still holding Axel down. When he can't find a way to pop out of this hold, Curtis focuses his energy on getting to a vertical base. With no shortage of effort, he gets his feet beneath him and is able to push himself up, and from there, he shoves his opponent off.
Roman uses that little burst of momentum to hit the ropes. He charges back at Axel, who ducks a lariat, catches the arm, spins around and pulls off a crafty backslide to go for a cover of his own. The Referee slides in to count it...
1...
2....
Roman gets out at two! Axel pounces at him but is surprised to find himself caught with a small package on the approach! The Ref moves over to slap some mat for Roman...
1...
2...
Axel doesn't kick out, but manages to reverse and roll a bit to once again put Roman's shoulders down for the count...
1...
Roman kicks out! Axel pops up to his feet but Roman swats his legs out from underneath him with a Grizzly-like forearm. Axel collapses to the canvas, Roman hooks a leg...
1...
Curtis somehow counters that with some kinda modified crucifix pin...
1...
2....
But Roman escapes again! To avoid any comeuppance, Axel rolls out of harm's way. Noting the distance, Roman stands up slowly, both men taking a moment to catch their breath while the crowd applauds for the exciting exchange.
Ranallo: Roman is out here to prove a point tonight!
Phillips: He noted that he and Nia have their sights set on the World Tag Team Championships, but a win over the number one contender for the Television Championship would certainly put him in line for a shot at that title, too.
Graves: Could you two be any more biased? What match are you watching? He's barely surviving against a true wrestling genius in there!
Roman approaches Axel who uses some choice footwork to evade him, hoping to find an opening of his own rather than engage the Big Dog head on. Roman pursues him around the ring like a predator stalking it's next meal. Eventually, Curits is backed into a corner and with no other option, shoots for a double leg.
Reigns catches his head in between his legs and shakes his head like a disappointed parent. The crowd laughs but then it gets all serious again when the Samoan flips Axel up for a Powerbomb! The crafty Minnesotan uses all that momentum to leap frog himself over and off the shoulders, though, before sprinting at the ropes to gain some speed for a big attack! He hits the cables, runs in and BOOM!
Ranallo: SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Phillips: Roman nearly took Axel's head off with that one!
Roman caught Curtis coming back with his trademark strike. The blow knocks Axel clean off his feet and with his back flat on the mat, Roman makes a cover. The crowd counts along with him.
1...
2...
No! Axel just gets a shoulder up in time! Roman seems a little surprised, but flexes on his opponent by deadlifting his body up off the ground, placing him over his shoulders and delivering an astounding Samoan Drop!
Phillips: A humongous Samoan Drop by Reigns!
Ranallo: They'll be registering that seismic activity in the next county over!
Graves: Show off.
Reigns stays laying on top to make the cover. The Ref drops down and counts it...
1...
2...
But Axel kicks out again! Roman sits up, ready to put the finishing touches on this one. He towers over the battered Axel and lets out his signature "OOO-AH". The fans shout along. They know what time it is.
Reigns heads to the corner and crouches, just waiting for the moment to strike. Axel is slow to his feet, trying to find his bearings on shaky legs. Eventually, he stands in the center of the squared circle, vulnerable as a wounded wildebeest on the savanna. Reings charges, looking for the Spear!
Ranallo: The Samoan Express is en route!
Phillips: SPEAR!
Except it isn't! Roman goes for the move but Axel sidesteps just in the nick of time! Reigns pulls up just before hitting the Official, how cowers away. With the Ref's back turned, Axel comes up from behind his opponent and hits him with a low blow! The fans boo but the third man doesn't see a thing!
With Roman doubled over in pain, Curtis takes advantage and lawn-darts him head-first into the turnbuckle. A devastated Reigns gets pulled away from the unforgiving steel obstacle, wheeled around and slammed down with a Perfect-Plex, which is of course bridged for the pin. Though the crowd is irate, the Referee makes the count...
1...
Ranallo: He's stealing the match!
2...
Phillips: No!
3....
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
CURTIS AXEL!
Axel stands up, nursing the various injuries just beat into him but still smiling about the win. The Referee raises his arm in victory while he is showered with hate from the crowd.
Phillips: Roman went toe-to-toe with Axel with his grappling and dominated him after that. He had this match won before the so-called "best pure wrestler" took the low road!
Graves: This was just an exhibition match, Phillips. Axel is preparing for the House of Havoc and he's made it clear that in order to take out Jimmy Havoc, he'll have to play outside the regulation rule set. This is just a warm-up. If anything, I'm impressed.
Ranallo: You would be! Well rest assured, the Big Dog won't let sleeping dogs lie here. Axel might have bit off more than he can chew in crossing Reigns like this - but that will have to wait, because first, he'll head to Heatwave to challenge for the TV title.
Axel heads up the ramp, ignoring the mob admonishment. Reigns comes to in the ring and stands against the ropes, scowling up at Curtis while holding up two fingers, indicating how close the match was to going in the other direction. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Charly Caruso: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time "Der Ringgeneral" WALTER.
WALTER is standing near Caruso, with all his might.
Charly Caruso: WALTER, tonight you are going up one on one against Brock Lesnar tonight, what are your thoughts?
WALTER: Charly, first and foremost I am honored to face the Intercontinental Champion. I want to highlight something though, I am not honored to face Brock Lesnar, not him personally. He has a huge career but despite all the talent he has, he is not a wrestler. He is a superstar, a huge one. I admit that. But I do not respect him because his temple is money while my temple is that ring. What is sacred to me is that ring, that mat. I do not do this for money, for glory or for fame and prestige. I do this because of this sport. Not only I was a fan of this great sport when I was a kid but also as I was raised as a child respecting it. My love for this sport was beyond the TLC matches, nWo and Rock-Austin feud. What fascinated me was guys like Ric Flair, Ricky Steamboat, Randy Savage... Man who were wrestlers before everything else. Men who has created magic in that ring and those man became gods in that ring. Wrestling gods. And they are my idols. There were lots of talented guys but they were just not wrestlers. Just like my opponent tonight, Brock Lesnar. He is really good, don't take my words in another meaning. But he does not respect this sport or it's legacy. Or people like me who endear this sport. He is just a selfish man, looking for his profit. That's his decision, I understand it but I do not respect that and I do not have any respect for him. But as I have said, I have respect for that title because it is the purest title in the history of wrestling. And to be honest, that is my favourite title as well. So tonight I have a huge chance to prove my worth and my claim to change this sport from it's very roots.
Charly Caruso: WALTER, Brock Lesnar is going to face WARHORSE for the Intercontinental Title at Heatwave. Do you have any expectancy to integrate yourself into that match since you are on not on the PPv for the time being?
WALTER: No, I don't. I know people see these matches against champions to get an opportunity for the title bu that's just not me. If I beat the champion, I beat the champion. Do I really need to have something over my shoulder or around my waist? A title is just an object. As a former champion in the independent circuit I must say that being a champion feels good since it gives you prestige and makes you feel legit. It gives you power. But fact of the matter is I don't need that. What I need is victory over everyone. Especially the champions, whether a title is on the line or not. Because when you beat a champion you prove that they are better than them. That is why my match against John Morrison was the most important one. I came up short but I have no plans to have the same fate in this match. I look forward to beat Brock, even dominate him so that I can show what a physical phenomenon I am. After that I will sail to other victories, for title or not. I don't care. I wish Brock the best against WARHORSE because he is a tough man. I don't respect him either, I think he is a disgrace to this sport. But I have to give him his credit.
Charly Caruso: Would you go after that title if WARHORSE wins? Because to you he is a man who puts shame on that sport.
WALTER: Time will tell, I am no fortune-teller Charly. Also short term plans need some adjustments from outside as well. So my plans are long-term. To change this sport, as I have said thousands of times. And for the title... The only title I care is "Der Kaiser des Wrestlingsports".
WALTER leaves.
*we see Jimmy walking towards what it seems to be a normal room with a window up on the left wall and all walls being of a blue color and in the middle of the room (alongside some chairs and a table and a TV) there is a bag*
Jimmy: Thank you Axel for naming the match after me, i didn't know you cared about me. Now seriously, thanks and well, i know you have this unmovable confidence but i'm still gonna say this, i get why you choosed this stipulation alongside maybe wanting to beat me at my own game. You wanted to get bragging rights like i got when i defeated Strowman last week by hook or crook. And by bragging rights i mean that as good as having a near perfect record is, Axel, you can also obtain bragging rights from beating someone at their own game which is something that unless i'm wrong hasn't happened since yes i've lost matches with no rules but those were multiman matches and i was never the pinned one. And in what's respect to one on one matches with no rules, i have never lost one and the one who does the thing that others couldn't aka beat me on a one on one match with no rules will have bragging rights. So yeah, i understand why you'd decide for the House of Havoc stipulation because i also wanted bragging rights last werk by beating Strowman and i did get them.
*Jimmy opens the bag and we see things like 2X4 woods, his trusty fork and barbed wire although it's noticeable that under those 3, there's more things considering how the bag's form indicates that it's WAY too full for it to just have 3 things*
Jimmy: Now the thing is...will you be able to get those bragging rights and the TV Title on it's own?. We shall see at Backlash when we are surrounded by light weapons like chairs *Jimmy points at his bag* and heavier weapons like the ones i have in my bag. See you then Axel.
*Jimmy closes the bag and then leaves the room to end the segment*
Tony Chimel: The following contest is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Riddle comes out from behind the curtain, bopping along to the beat of 'Bullet with Butterfly Wings.' He throws hang loose symbols to the crowd and continues to hop around the stage. He poses and makes way for 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto who walks out the curtain behind Matt Riddle. Matanza comes out and sluggishly walks down the ramp as Riddle is nodding to the beat and fist bumping every fan he sees. Matanza ignores the fans.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, accompanied by 'The Viper' Randy Orton, at a combined weight of 479lbs. The team of Matanza Cueto and Matt Riddle; MONSTER HIGH!
Matt Riddle hops the ropes and kicks his flip flops off as Matanza just walks to the centre of the ring and folds his arms. Riddle spreads his arms out and poses in front of 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto Riddle removes his entrance gear and the pair then prepare for their match.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Fans begin to boo as the opening guitar riff to Calm Like a Bomb blasts throughout the arena. This booing intensifies as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish waltz out on stage, shadow boxing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Once they reach the middle of the stage, they stop and throw up the UE hand signal, just as they did after they beat down the New Day.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, representing Undisputed Era at a combined weight of 397 pounds, Roderick Strong... and Bobby Fish!
The fans don't like them but they don't care. They just saunter down to the ring. Roddy slaps a drink out of someone's hand and spooky fingers at them. They both round the ring, jump onto the apron on hardcam style, and quickly step through the ropes. They quickly find their way to the middle of the ring and Roddy kneels there, pounding the mat before throwing his arms out as Fish stands behind him, throwing up the UE hand signal again. Bobby breaks from his pose to remind his partner to get up, which he does. They both wait eagerly for their match to start.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Roderick Strong crosses to tie up with Matt Riddle as their partners find their places in their respective corners. Strong transitions to Riddle's back and cinches in a quick German suplex clutch, but Riddle manages to spin free and get behind Strong and he performs a quick thrust kick to Strong's tailbone that sends Roddy toward his own corner. Riddle then runs right at him as Strong turns around, looking for the Final Flash right out of the gate but Strong ducks under! As Riddle's momentum carries him toward the ropes, Fish pulls down the top one from his place in the corner and Matt spills over the top to the outside. Riddle kips right back up but as he does, Strong hits a suicide dive that sends Riddle into the barricade with a loud thud. The fans "ooh!" at that as Strong immediately pulls Riddle up to a doubled-over position and tries to throw him into the ring steps, but Riddle plants his feet and then catches Strong with a back elbow to the jaw before pivoting into a spin and bringing the back of his heel up to smash Roddy in the back of the skull. Strong stumbles toward the ring steps as Riddle runs right at him and leaps, hitting a shotgun dropkick that spurs Strong into a knee-first collision with the steps and causes him to flip over them to crash to the floor on the other side. As Riddle moves to capitalize, Fish hops down off the apron and gets in his face and the pair exchange some words before Riddle backs off and heads back into the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: And now here we see that cohesion between the Undisputed Era as Bobby Fish inserts himself as a living shield between Roderick Strong and Matt Riddle, causing a break in the assault and giving his tag partner a moment to recover.
Corey Graves: I've said it before and I will say it again, the UE may be the best team we have in the UWF today. They're definitely top two. Their teamwork is unparalleled.
Riddle simply stands in the middle of the ring smirking as Fish helps Roddy back to his feet and gives him his version of a pep talk, then sends him back into the ring. Strong slides in and as he pushes to his feet, Riddle damn near tries to take his head off with a spinning heel kick! Strong, however, has it scouted and ducks under, then rushes Riddle and catches him in a cradle before lifting him off the canvas and charging for the nearest corner, where he dumps him into the turnbuckles with an impromptu backbreaker! The fans boo as Roddy paces away from the smarting Riddle and pounds his chest, then runs right back at Riddle and clotheslines him in the corner. Riddle eats the clothesline and Roddy doubles over to lift him up and drop him on the knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Strong shoves Riddle off the knee to cover.
1...
...NO!
Riddle kicks out. Strong immediately pulls him to a seated position and traps him in a chinlock as the fans buzz.
Tom Phillips: Roderick Strong unloading on his opponent here with two withering backbreakers, but he doesn't even get a one count for the effort.
Ranallo: Strong is called the Messiah of the Backbreaker and we're certainly seeing why here tonight.
Strong works the chinlock as best as he can, but Riddle manages to battle to a doubled-over position before Irish whipping Roderick into the ropes. Riddle runs right at him and attempts a leaping knee strike, but Strong slides clean under the leaping mixed martial artist and kips up, and as Riddle turns around Roderick is already leaping into a calf kick to the face! Riddle goes down as Strong rolls onto hands and knees, then pops back up to his feet. He moves in on Riddle and stomps on his stomach, then hauls him to a doubled-over position before underhooking both arms and flipping him into a butterfly backbreaker. The fans boo as Strong again hooks the leg.
1...
2...
...NO!
Graves: Oh come on, ultra-slow count there ref!
Right after the two count, Riddle gets the shoulder up. Strong pushes to one knee, then — perhaps drawing a card from Graves' deck — heads over to the ref and gives him a word about the count. The official insists that it was a mere two-count. As Strong turns around, he catches a knee to the gut from Riddle who immediately pulls him into a fisherman clutch and hits a fisherman's buster! Riddle makes the cover now, but before he can get the one count Fish drops an ax handle on him to break up the cover. Immediately, Riddle gets to his feet and gives Fish a shove. The official gets between the pair, but that proves to be a mistake as Fish winds up and BLASTS the official with an elbow intended for Riddle! The ref goes down and Riddle pivots in shock, giving Fish the perfect opportunity to straight punt the Original Bro in his groin! Riddle grabs his manly bits and falls to one knee as Fish steps back and superkicks him in the face, drawing another boo from the crowd. Fish then helps Strong to his feet but as he does, they both hear a roar as Matanza comes tearing out of the corner and grounds the two of them with a BRUTAL double clothesline!
Ranallo: Mamma mia! The official is down and chaos is breaking loose in the ring here tonight!
Phillips: The Undisputed Era should be disqualified!
Graves: Oh, c'mon Phillips. That elbow was clearly meant for Riddle and hit the referee on accident.
Matanza straight deadlifts a squirming Bobby Fish as Roderick Strong slowly gets back to his feet and Matanza spins Fish around, using his feet as a weapon to club Roderick on the hip and send him careening into the ropes and over the top to the outside. Matanza then flips Fish up on to one shoulder and charges forward, slamming him down onto the canvas with a running powerslam! The fans are cheering for the Monster High rally as Matanza hits the ropes and comes back with a senton on Fish, then rolls out of the ring as Riddle throws an arm over top and the official groggily comes to enough to count.
1...
2...
...NO! The official is pulled out of the ring!
Phillips: That's Adam Cole!
Indeed, the ringleader of the Undisputed Era has made his presence known as he pulls the ref out of the ring and blasts him with a superkick! The blow knocks the official clean out as Cole grabs a pair of aluminum baseball bats from under the ring, tossing one to Strong before the pair slide into the ring. Riddle gets to his feet but not quickly enough as Strong winds up and smashes him in the stomach with his baseball bat. Cole then brings his own down on the back of Riddle and the pair start unloading on Riddle in a brutal assault before Cole is grabbed by the shoulder and spun around into an RKO!
Ranallo: RKO outta nowhere! Mamma mia, pandemonium has arrived!
Orton gets back to his feet only to be cracked on the jaw by a wild swing from Strong that sends him crashing to the canvas. As this happens, Matanza rolls into the ring but Strong is determined to keep him at bay and starts pummeling the Monster with the bat. The assault is having an effect, but it's not the one that Strong intends as Matanza only gets angrier while battling to his feet. Matanza then grabs the bat and rips it right from Strong's hand, which has Roddy screaming like a little girl. Matanza then throws the bat out of the ring and headbutts Strong directly in the face, sending him to his ass. Matanza moves in, looming over Strong as he crawls backward toward the rope. The Monster has his sights squarely set and murderous intent, but he doesn't even see Fish coming with a fire extinguisher and Roddy rolls out of the way just as his tag partner unloads with a blast of the chemicals into Matanza's masked face! The Monster stumbles away, clawing at his own eyes and momentarily blinded as Fish, Cole and Strong beat a hasty retreat up the ramp, but before they can make the exit the Dudleyz cut them off at the top of the ramp! The Undisputed Era stops dead in their tracks, but Bubba, Devon and Spike charge them, taking them down simultaneously and laying into them with brutal blows!
Graves: It's those damn Dudleyz!
Phillips: They're here for payback after the Undisputed Era's attack on them last week!
Meanwhile, Matanza tries to help Orton lift Riddle to his feet after the brutal assault. The official gets to his feet and sees the chaos and just rings the bell.
DING DING DING!
THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST BY REFEREE STOPPAGE!
Graves: WHAT?!? There's clear interference there, ref!
Phillips: In a fair world the Undisputed Era would have been disqualified three times before any such interference began, Corey.
Ranallo: But instead this match will go down as a no contest, which perhaps was the best option the referee could have taken.
As the Dudleyz make their exit leaving the Undisputed Era laid out on the ramp, Monster High continue to try to assist Riddle with the help of some medical personnel. The feed moves on.
The scene up opens like this buster, the warhorse is walking down the street but tam is walking backwards because the warhorse wants this goddamn camera facing right on him like he’s the terminator or some shit brother.
Tam: Where are you going to?
Warhorse: TO FIND THAT PUNKASS WARRIOR, THAT SON OF A BITCH KEEPS ON SHOWING UP, LIKE HE’S CASPER THE GHOST OR SOME SHIT TAM, I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF HIS GODDAMN SHIT.
Warhorse continues walking down the street, huffing in frustration slightly as this son of a bitch is making him look dumb as fuck in public and nobody fucking wants that shit, let alone the Warhorse.
Warhorse: GONNA SMASH HIS HEAD IN WITH THIS BAT! DON’T TRY AND STOP ME TAM.
Tam: I wasn’t but…
Warhorse: HE’S GETTING HIS SHIT KICKED IN! THAT SOUNDS GROSS, NO IT DOESN’T. DOES IT TAM?
Tam: It does but whatever.
Warhorse ignores the remark and continues walking along, holding his bat low down by his side. He slows down for a second.
Warhorse: I TOLD HIM I WAS STARTING UP THE PODCAST AGAIN, SO SURELY HE’D PULL UP AROUND HERE IF HE WAS PLANNING TO RAID MY SHIT. OTHERWISE, I’M REALLY UNSURE WHO I’VE BEEN TALKING TO FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS.
Tam: Well you’ve been talking to me-
Warhorse: I MEANT WHETHER IT WAS HIM OR NOT… HUH. NOT HERE YET. DON’T WORRY THOUGH, I’M GONNA WAIT HERE AS LONG AS IT TAKES.
15 MINUTES LATER…
Tam is becoming impatient waiting outside their house for the Ultimate Warrior and it’s becoming clear to the Warhorse as he is getting bored already too.
Warhorse: LET’S HEAD IN, THE COWARD WON’T SHOW.
Tam and Warhorse begin heading back into the house, but Warhorse stops.
Warhorse: WAIT TAM, DO YOU SEE THAT? THE GARAGE DOOR IS OPEN.
Tam: Odd.
Warhorse: I BET HE SNEAKED IN UNDER OUR NOSES.
Tam shrugs and Warhorse starts walking towards the garage with Tam’s camera following him. He stops by the door of the garage and then Tam stands aside to get the reaction of him. Warhorse tightly grabs in on his bat.
Warhorse: WELL, HERE GOES NOTHING.
Warhorse quickly runs in, and then looks around, seeing a figure with a hoodie on, he runs up to them and smashes them across the head with the bat, and then they collapse down onto the bench, hitting their head hard on the way down hard. They then roll over to reveal it’s not the Ultimate Warrior, it was Rex breaking in!
Warhorse: REX THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AROUND HERE?
Rex: oh man, i don’t know, who are you again?
Warhorse: THIS IS MY FUCKING GARAGE WHAT THE SHIT DO YOU MEAN WHO AM I? ARE YOU DRUNK?
Rex: only a little, man.
Warhorse: MAN GET THE SHIT OUTTA HERE.
Rex crawls out of the garage, and Warhorse puts his hand on his face, in frustration from having to chase Warrior for so long just to find out what’s up with him.
Tam: What’s on your mind?
Warhorse: IT’S JUST BEEN BUGGING THE WARHORSE, WARRIOR HAS BEEN SO HARD TO GET A HOLD OF, BUT ALL I NEED TO KNOW IF HE’S REAL OR NOT. IF HE’S A GHOST, I MEAN HE’S MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A DUMBASS.
??: DID SOMEONE SAY DUMBASS?
An unknown voice comes from behind Warhorse, and Tam turns around to reveal the Ultimate Warrior standing there.
Warhorse: AHHH YOU SON OF A BITCH I’M GONNA GET YOU!
Warhorse grabs his bat and then goes running up on Warrior with his bat, but when he’s turned back around the Ultimate Warrior is nowhere to be seen.
Warhorse: WHAT THE FUCK?
The scene closes as we don’t know what just happened.
The scene opens to Spike Dudley in a vehicle with keys and a piece of paper in his hands.The items Ikemen gavehim last week before he headed off in a rush. Spike isn’t sure what to think of all of it. Perhaps Ikemen is just a foolish idiot, but Spike sympathizes with him, and he even believes in him… but it isn’t like he has much of a choice at this point. His doubts are high going into the cell match, and if Ikemen can help him out in anyway, he’ll take it. He gives the address one more look before pulling into where the directions lead him and then it all starts to make a bit more sense when he looks up at the building.
Spike suddenly starts to understand as he takes a look at the keys. He grasps them in his palm and takes a step out of the vehicle and walks up to the dojo doors, pulling them over to reveal an ecstatic Ikemen.
Ikemen: Spike! You came! I was getting worried! You really do believe in me!
A wave of awe that a man like Spike Dudley truly believes in Ikemen enough to buy into his plan rushes over Ikemen. The hope and joy in his voice is ever so present as he excitedly poses a question to Spike
Ikemen: So… you know what I was talking about a couple weeks ago now that we’re here right? What we gotta use against Shibata?
Spike: Honestly brother, it’s all blending into one. I’m so confused myself right now so I have no idea what we have to use against Shibata….. That’s why I’m here. I’m here at your mercy to give me the answers.
Spike’s voice is shaky at best, dripping with self doubt as Ikemen sees this and shakes his head towards him. Spike knows it’s down there somewhere but his not quite sure if his ready for the answer…. It might scare him himself but he is willing to look for it.
Spike: I know I need to feel like I can beat him to stand a chance. I need you to help me find his weakness. A weakness that I believe can’t be found. A weakness he does not have to the naked eye.
Spike looks deep into the soul of Ikemen now as he is pleading with him to help him… a position that Spike has never been in before.
Spike: I have no idea why you have brought me to the Dojo but I’m here and I’m willing to do whatever you want me to do. You want me to kick a bag, i’ll do it. You want me to learn some moves with students, I’ll do it, you want me to get my ass kicked, i’ll do it.
Spike begins to rub his knuckles with his other hand. He looks business and ready to get down to it. He has put himself completely at Ikemen’s mercy and he is ready to do whatever the Jacket Salesmen wants him to do. Some people won’t agree but this is the road that both men believe will be the way to walk.
Ikemen: Look around you! All of this is his worst nightmare! You gotta start reminding him of his past. Use it against him and when you win we can use it to bring em back.
Spike doesn’t look too sure of that but Ikemen is 100% on the idea of Shibata’s fears
Ikemen: Hey you remember that guy I talked about a couple weeks ago right?
Spike quickly nods, rolling with any scenario that could aid him in his hopeful triumph
Ikemen: Well I heard back from him today. I told him what I’m telling you and he says it’s been working. That’s all I’ll say right now. But trust me when I say Shibata is scared of what this place represents more than I’m scared of old women daycare workers, and I’m really scared of those.
Ikemen rolls into the ring across from the two, inviting Spike in as he does.
Ikemen: I know how Shibata trained the boys, I still try to do it like he did. It doesn’t always work but I think I’ve got it down pretty well. I need to teach you how to wrestle like a dojo trainee. Listen, I know it might sound odd, but trust me. He won’t be able to handle his past confronting him up front and personal. Do you trust me?
Spike looks towards Ikemen, a look of struggle but seeing the end result comes across his face… just imagine that look mright now. Spike doesn’t seem so sure… his usual reaction at the moment but that is because he is unsure of everything. He just doesn’t know whether he can beat Shibata.
Spike: Do I trust you? Would I be here if I didn’t my friend. You gave me keys to a place I know that Shibata knows the location of. I walked in this dojo without my brothers for protection because I trust in you. I know your intentions towards me are pure so Ikemen, I trust you like I trust the quality of our jackets and let’s be honest, we all know they are top notch!!!
A brief smile etches across Spike’s face… an emotion we haven’t seen for some time from the Little Bastard.
Spike: Now let’s get back to business. So you are saying the best way to get in his head is to go down memory lane? Remind him of the values he once held and remind him of the things he onced loved? That is what you…………. Or this mysterious guy you have talked about is telling me to do. Well that sounds simple enough but we both know that simple is often the hardest thing to do.
I’m ready and willing to go though. I’m ready to learn the ways of the dojo master. Trust ME when I say this that I am standing in front of you ready to learn from you. Teach me everything I know about being a Dojo Master but don’t teach me everything you know. We don’t have enough time for that. Make me good enough to beat him…… I need to beat him.
Spike puts his hands together, slowly bowing towards Ikemen as a sign that he has bought in on his free training sessions. Spike looks ready to go and willing to do anything. Ikemen looks honored as he excitedly begins speaking again
Ikemen: Exactly! I gotta teach you exactly how Shibata taught me.You’ll become his fear’s biggest creation…. but we don’t got all day! Here, I’ll start you off with this!
Ikemen pulls out a giant weighted part and excitedly drops it down before Spike before motioning to the weight
Ikemen: Weighted neck bridges! Give me 10!
Spike looks at the bar with wide eyes, probably not going to be able to do goddamn neck bridges. Ikemen quickly realizes this and kicks it away though
Ikemen: Ok uh maybe that’s a bit too far ahead. Uh… squats! Squats! Squats! Squats! Then we’ll work of your offense! But right now… squats!
Spike obliges and quickly starts doing squats. And if Ikemen is going to be following Shibata’s old training regimen, he’ll be there for a long time and it will only be the beginning of Spike and Ikemen’s journey to get ready for Shibata. The scene fades out on the image of Spike working his ass off as he prepares for perhaps the biggest challenge of his life.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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.
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
The fans boo when Lesnar's music hits the PA. The Beast storms out on to the ramp with Heyman by his side, holding the beast's IC championship.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds, the reigning, defending UWF's Intercontinental champion, “The Beast” Brock Lesnar!
The IC champ is very quickly at the ring, he jumps in place a few times before giving a big jump to the apron, fireworks spewing out of the turnbuckles as he does, I swear it's not an orgasm
He enters the ring and paces around a bit before settling in his corner, Heyman stands right behind him as he eyes up WALTER and they wait for the bell to ring
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen I have just been informed that we will be joined by a special commentator for this match! so introducing your guest commentator...
WARHORSE's music starts playing and Paul is having a bit of a meltdown while Brock just seems angry
Corey Graves: What in the hell?! this outrageous what makes him qualified to be a commentator?!!!
Tom Phillips: HELL YES BROTHER WARHORSE IS THE HOST OF UWF'S BEST PODCAST THAT'S OVERQUALIFIED!
Corey Graves: End me.
WARHORSE makes his way to the announcement table, making sure to pass near furious Heyman and giving him a pat on the back, he sits down at the desk and Brock visibly dismisses him and gets back to the match
Warhorse: WHAT'S GOOD POSERS? JUST HERE TO SCOUT OUT THAT HUMP OF MEAT WITH A HEAD.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and the two hunks of beef we have in the ring charge each other with Brock going for a jumping knee and WALTER for a big boot! Lesnar's knee meets WALTER's boot and the recoil sends both of them back a few feet, they look at each, Brock smiling and WALTER serious cause he's WALTER and they start walking towards each other, they meet face to face in the middle of the ring and WALTER engages first with a SICC STIFF chop! Brock stumbles back by the impact but he's fine he's Bork Laser and he returns the favor with a knee to the gut! the beast isn't as honorable as WALTER and doesn't give him time to recover before smashing his brick-sized hands into his back with a double ax handle and when WALTER springs up, he clocks him in the back of the head with a lariat! WALTER stumbles forward, holding his neck while Brock laughs, WALTER however is having none of that and after a short moment he turns around to face Lesnar who smiles at him and tells him to bring it on, he does just that by headbutting him in the nose!
Mauro Ranallo: It seems like Brock is taking this match as a free win which you definitely shouldn't do against WALTER, and he just realized that
Corey Graves: As much as I appreciate WALTER, Brock is just a different an...
Warhorse: A DIFFERENT ANIMAL, A GODDAMN PIG AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, THE GUY PROBABLY SPENDS LIKE HALF OF HIS DAY ROLLING IN MUD AND SHIT.
Tom Phillips: HELL YES BROTHER.
WALTER proves the Ring general name to be the truth cause what's the only part of the body unaffected by steroids? the nose obviously, don't look it up just trust me, anyway the hard shot made Brock stagger back into the ropes and the instincts kick in, he rebounds only to meet the big boot from earlier! he again stumbles back into the ropes and rebounds again, this time getting a dropkick for his troubles, but he's still standing! he's stunned and almost knocked out but standing cause he's Brock Lesnar, the thing that happens when you grind every kind of meat in the butchery together and shape it into a man only the grinding made the meat mad and it's an elite-level amateur wrestler, only WALTER doesn't care about meat or amateur wrestling apparently because he just whipped Lesnar's head back with a leg lariat! the pure beefiness of WALTER's leg is finally enough to drop Lesnar but not enough to satisfy WALTER, he has to take a few steps back and bomb Lesnar with a senton, he quickly flips Lesnar over for a pin
1...
NO!
Lesnar kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: With all due respect to WALTER, you gotta do some more damage if you hope to take Brock Lesnar out.
Warhorse: LIKE STEP ON HIS TOE OR NOT LIKE THE BAND AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
Tom Phillips: HELL YES BROTHER.
Warhorse: GODDAMN TOM, DO YOU HAVE A SPEECH IMPEDIMENT OR SOMETHING?
WALTER stalks Lesnar as he gets up to his feet, still dazed from the attacks he suffered, when Lesnar is finally up WALTER gets behind him and locks in the Hole WALTER Empire! Brock's been in the UFC and knows what you gotta do when someone's got your back with a rear naked choke, you ram his ass into the corner, then turn around and jack your humongous shoulder into his gut until the ref tells you to stop, it happens in every UFC event believe me, so after Brock does that he takes a moment to catch his breath, he tries to again go after WALTER with stomps but the ref separates them
Warhorse: HOLD HIM BACK, HE MIGHT SHIT HIS PANTS IF HE GETS TOO EXCITED.
Tom Phillips: HELL YES BROTHER
Corey Graves:Don't you talk like that about our Intercontinental champion!
Brock turns around to face WARHORSE and points a finger at him, probably telling him to shut up, WARHORSE instead HEY WRITE SOMETHING WARHORSE LIKE HERE which pisses Brock even more, he pins himself to the ropes and yells some Brock Lesnar things at WARHORSE who just continues DOING WHAT HE DID EARLIER
Corey Graves: Ignore him champ! focus on winning this match!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like he'd have to focus hard, look out!
As Mauro says that Brock turns around to see WALTER charging at him full speed and flat-lining him with the STIFFEST Der Blitz lariat yet seen! Heyman is shook and WALTER drags Brock away from the ropes and goes for the pin
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Corey Graves: NO!
Mauro Ranallo: WALTER just beat the Intercontinental champion, Brock Lesnar! my god!
WALTER celebrates his win as the shook fan at the bottom left can't believe what just happened, WARHORSE takes off his headset to laugh at Lesnar's failure as Heyman gets in the ring to help his client up, WALTER leaves and the show continues.
The scene opens to a makeshift press room setup... and as the camera slowly shifts, a man comes into focus. That man being the UWF World Champion, Katsuyori Shibata. After Shibata's less press "incident", it seems he's going at it alone this time. We're now given a wide view of Shibata's set up, and at the tail ends of the setup, away from the artificial setting, there seems to be a real looming darkness, where Shibata now resides. The camera focuses on the darkness for a slight moment before shifting back to a smug Shibata, glad the viewers know what lays behind this fake setting. He clears his throat and begins to speak.
Shibata: Lately, it has come to my attention that a certain idea has been circling in the UWF. This idea being completely and utterly incorrect. Supposedly Spike Dudley, in a stroke of genius, has swindled his way into a title shot by tricking me, using my own emotions against me. This absurd thought just goes to show how far people will go to justify their "hero's" actions. Spike Dudley is a childish coward for what he did and nothing more. The only person he tricked is himself by walking into the worst of situations. Spike Dudley could have gone on with his career, but instead he has endangered it by toiling with my business. That is all he has done. Nothing of intelligence, only foolishness.
Shibata's expression grows judgmental as he continues...
Shibata: You see, Spike Dudley is not a threat to me. If I had an inkling of thought that he was a threat I would not have given him this match because he does not deserve it. I am simply doing this to punish. If you wish to believe in the false hope that is Spike Dudley, be my guest, I have no doubt I will enjoy crushing your spirits.... but it such a reach of a reality. Just like Spike and his fan's reaches to justify his actions, the sheer thought that Spike is physically better than me in any way is ridiculous. He is a fairy tale if fairy tales were centered around dishonest, manipulative rats.
Shibata's eyes narrow, becoming fiery spheres of hate.
Shibata: In Hell In A Cell, Spike Dudley is finally going to answer to the fate that has graciously avoided him up to this point. The fact that you have been able to avoid serious physical harm while being involved with my business is astounding. But your latest actions tell me that it isn't out of intelligence, it is out of luck. Luck that ran out when you did what you did. Nothing will shield you from me now. I intend to tear your flesh limb from limb. I will contort your body in ways that will leave you crying out in the middle of the night. I am going to emotionally scar your loved ones if they choose to watch through torturing your mind and body. You are going to leave our battle with every scar you can think of, and I am going to leave with none. You are a kitten walking into the dog pound. I know you have those seeds of doubt in your mind that just maybe you are in over your head, and those self doubts are every bit correct. You will look back on the moment you planted my head into the canvas as the worst decision in your life.
The scene fades out on Shibata's stone cold expression...
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly is shown to be sitting at a table in Catering, absent-mindedly poking at his food with his fork, staring off into the distance, gloomy. Larry Sweeney walks up, a pipin' hot plate of food in hand. He sits down across the table from his partner and happily and eagerly starts chowing down. Only after a few bites in does he notice his partners despondent fugue state.
Sweeney: Hey! What’s the matter buddy? You should eat up! Big match tonight, remember? Aren't ya hungry?
Kyle looks down at his mashed potatoes and cobb salad and shrugs.
KO'R: Kinda... no... maybe? I dunno...
Larry chews up a tender hunka chicken and chases it with a big ol' swig of water, now considering his friend with more concern.
Sweeney: Sounds to me like you've got some rain on your parade, brother. What's the fuss about?
O'Reilly pushes his food around a little more.
KO'R: Oh nothin. It's just I saw Undisputed Era in the locker room earlier and that reminded me about how much they suck and how they hurt Mark. And once I thought about Mark that reminded me about how the Dojo got trashed and then later we lost the Gatorade sponsorship and it also reminded me a little bit about how I haven't seen Despy in a while. That made me sad so I tried to think about something else.
Sweeney: And?
KO'R: I thought about how cool it was to be the tag team champions but then I remembered that we aren't anymore. And I also remembered how friggin embarrassing it was to go to Jimmy Kimmel's TV show when Stokely Hathaway and those other two guys showed up and bullied us on twitter. Now if they beat us we have to work for them. After I thought about all that stuff I tried to think about something happier but it didn't work and now my food just tastes like mud.
Mr. 12 Large is taken aback by the depth of the tragedy.
Sweeney: Well sheesh man, when ya put it like that...
Larry drops his own fork, staring off into space as he contemplates life, the universe and everything in it for a moment.
Sweeney: You know where I come from -
KO'R: The buffet line over there?
Sweeney: No. Chicago.
KO'R: Oh.
Sweeney: In Chicago they got a name for this kinda feeling. They call it "the blues". And Kyle, I think we've got 'em. We've got the blues and they got us, too.
Before Kyle can respond, a commotion is heard nearby.
Braun Strowman: WHO PUT THIS FORK ON MY PLATE?
Braun grabs some poor, unsuspecting crew member nearby and pulls him up to his feet.
WAS IT YOU? DID YOU THINK BY PUTTING A FORK ON MY PLATE, YOU’D GET A LAUGH? WELL NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET THESE HANDS!
Simon suddenly intervenes, speaking to Braun in a calm and soothing tone.
Simon Dean: Braun, he didn’t put the fork there. Calm yourself.
Braun releases the crew member and he and Simon sit down to eat.
Now look, what happened last week was horrible, I’ll give you that. But we’ve got to focus on and worry about Heatwave, especially since neither of us are getting a warm-up match tonight.
I hope that make-up wearing freak gets his ass kicked by Axel.
So do I, but about our match at Heatwave.
How did I let myself lose to such a pipsqueak?
BRAUN. Team DDT, remember?
I remember, just losing my first main event has me feeling...unconfident.
Look at it this way, Braun. He couldn’t do it fair and square. He saw that and got desperate so honestly, he’s still a little pissant that is lucky to still have his head on his shoulders. You’re the, “Monster Among Men”. You dominated both of the other big men on this roster and you and I can dominate Takagi and Ultramantis too if you get out of your own head.
Thanks, Simon.
The camera pans to reveal that Braun and Simon are sitting at the same table as Sweet ‘n Sour.
Sweeney: I don’t suppose you have one of those pep talks for us, do ya?
Why should either of us help either of you?
Larry is taken aback but the uncivil abrasiveness of it all. He is aghast.
Sweeney: Why? WHY? Ever hear of Karma, huh, Mr. Yoga pants? What goes around comes around? Hmmm? Or hows about just the American way? The Christian spirit of charity? And isn't that your whole thing anyway? Motivational guru? Sheesh! But here we are, just a couple of millionaire athletes down on our luck in catering, trying to find out where it all went wrong -
Kyle mumbles under his breath.
KO'R: Vinny Marseglia...
Bur Larry just keeps tirading.
Sweeney: And I just thought that a coupla fellas in the same kinda dire straights might wanna break some bread! You with your Team DDT trying to horn in on your business, us with this clown Stokely Hathaway trying for some kinda... some kinda... hostile takeover! Aye carumba! What the hell's the world coming to!
Irate, Larry huffs and digs into his food, mowing down on his meal to eat his feeling away. There's an awkward silence. Not just at their table, but throughout the whole room as eavesdropping production crew members have suddenly lost their appetite. In the end, it's Kyle that breaks the silence.
KO'R: So uh... you guys like supplements?
Larry looks at Kyle with raised eyebrows like "oh so we're doing small talk now." Kyle AGGRESSIVELY lashes back.
KO'R: LOOK AT HIM LARRY. LOOK AT THE BIG ONE. HE LOOKS LIKE SHREK ATE SHREK. I HAVEN'T HAD ANY SUPPLEMENTS SINCE MARK LEFT AND THAT GUY IS HUGE AND HIS BUDDY HAS A DUFFEL BAG SO LIKE OF COURSE THEY HAVE SOME CHOICE SUPPLEMENTS AND ALL I WANT TO KNOW... IS IF MAYBE... MAYBE I CAN SOME... OKAY??!?!
Kyle stops, shocked about all the yelling, trying to remember his breathing exercises to calm himself down. Equally surprised by the outburst from his ordinarily charming partner, Larry swallows his pride and turns to Dean.
Sweeney: Look man... I uh... aha... ya see... um.... right. Okay. You got any supplements?
KO'R: I like the chewy ones! The powder kind gets stuck in my retainer.
Simon chuckles.
The patented Simon System is more than just supplemental, putting a label on it like that makes it seem no better than the other products that are out there. But trust me and Braun, it’s entirely superior. But we can’t go handing it out all willy nilly, there has to be something in it for us. See I’m a health guru and help motivate, but I’m also a businessman which means no free samples, even for a couple down-on-their-luck bums that are in the same boat as us.
Braun reaches into the gym bag and pulls out two nutrition bars, handing them off.
Don’t make me regret this, or you’re gonna get these hands to the point that Vinny Birbiglia...
Marseglia.
Will be the second most feared man that lingers with you!
How are you going to just undercut me and give them free samples after I said no free samples?
It’s like you said, we’re in the same boat and when you’re in a boat with someone that needs your help you don’t pretend they aren’t there or make conditions worse, you teach ‘em to fish.
I guess you’re right. Sweet ‘n Sour, enjoy.
Kyle eagerly accepts the protein bars and swallows his in just two bites. Sweeney nibbles at his a little more tentatively, nodding in thanks but unable to shake the feeling the same day, maybe waaaaaaaaay down the line, maybe much sooner, they could be seeing a lot more of the S&S Express.
KO'R: Oh heck yeah! I feel better already! Gangam Style and Oddjob don't stand a friggin chance tonight! Come on Larry! I wanna stretch!
Kyle gets up and hustles towards the locker room and Larry follows suite, leaving Braun and Simon to finish their yummy yummy din dins. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, Sanshiro Takagi and The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
The drums hit, the bass follows, and the lights sweep the crowd before coalescing at the top of the ramp with a blinding pyrotechnic explosion. As the smoke clears, two figures emerge from it to a loud pop from the fans: the Cosmic Crusader, arm held high in a victory pose, with his Valkyrie.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, from Hollywood California, Johnny Morrison and Taya Valkyrie!
Johnny and Taya descend the ramp wearing confident smiles, and they clap hands with every fan as they go, before jogging up the ring steps, entering the squared circle.
VS
DING DING DING
It looks like we might be getting a Wrestlemania rematch as Ultramantis and Johnny want to start things off. Taya however says she wants a piece of the former champ. Johnny laughs and tags her in. She's looking as confident as ever but Takagi doesn't want Ultramantis to waste his time with her, instead insisting on a tag. Ultramantis obliges and Sanshiro comes in. The two meet in the middle and it's Taya who makes the first move, slapping him right across the face! Takagi is having none of that shit! He grabs her head right away and puts her in a headlock, dragging her to his corner and smashing her head into the top turnbuckle over and over again. She looks dazed as she falls to the mat but the former Dr. Cube isn't done with her yet. He picks her up, placing her on his shoulders in an electric chair. He drops her down in a facebuster for the Final Answer?! He flips over with her, sitting on her as the ref makes the count
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Taya kicks out!
Corey Graves: Looks like Taya might want to try taking this match a bit more seriously.
Tom Phillips: Taya is a great athlete, winning the first women's match in Revolution history but Team DDT have been virtually unstoppable.
Takagi picks up Taya by grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her up to her feet. He then runs to the ropes, coming back with a lariat but Taya ducks it and takes his waist from behind, lifting him up into a spinning blue thunder bomb! Takagi isn'ty down for long though, instead rolling over to the ropes and getting back to his feet on the apron. He's facing the crowd and so Taya comes over and puts one foot on the second rope, using her other leg to drape over Takagi's neck. She pulls back and she's basically choking out Takagi with her leg. The ref comes in to make the count for the illegal hold on the ropes. Taya backs off before the 5 count and puts her hands up, walking backwards to give him room. Sanshiro however simply falls back through the ropes.
Taya walks over to Johnny and tags him in. He comes over and grabs the hand of Sanshrio, bringing him back up to a vertical base. He keeps a hold of his head and motions out to the crowd, signaling for the Moonlight Drive. Takagi however comes to life, scooping him up into a backbreaker! Rather than going for the pin, he slowly makes his way to his corner and tags in Ultramantis. The former UWF Champion comes in but Johnny goes on the attack first, getting right back up and taking a few swings at him. Mantis eats them head on but a kick to the gut stops the onslaught. With Morrison leaned over, he steps behind him, shoving Morrison's own arm though in a pumphandle before delivering the Divinity Cove! He makes the pin.
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Morrison kicks out! I would say Mantis doesn't look too shocked but who can really tell with that mask. He looks to end things quickly as he picks Morrison up, lifting him in the vertical suplex position. Johnny however shifts his body weight and ends up landing on his feet behind him. Johnny then runs to the ropes, springboarding off them and coming back with the Flying Chuck to kick Ultramantis in the face right as he turns around! Morrison now attempts to get the win.
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Ultramantis kicks out!
Corey Graves: Johnny had to know he couldn't beat Ultramantis right there. Not after all the battles they've had.
Mauro Ranallo: You know as well as anyone Corey, a well placed kick could knock anyone out. I don't fault him for that one.
Ultramantis turns over and tries to crawl to the ropes but Johnny grabs his foot. Ultramantis tries to kick himself free and it works but Johnny just jumps on top of him and starts hammering away with closed fists. The ref gets on him for this but Johnny doesn't care, Taya even yelling out to keep going. The ref counts to 4 before he finally lets up. He backs away just long enough before grabbing Ultramantis and bringing him up to his feet. He goes for a kick but Ultramantis catches his foot. He throws it back down and Johnny swings it back with a handstand for the Reality Destroyer but Ultramantis catches his leg and knees him right in the gut! Mantis picks him right back up, putting him in an electric chair. Morrison however starts punching him on the top of his head, making Black start to lose his balance. Johnny then rolls forward with a victory roll for the pin!
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Black kicks out! Johnny makes the tag to Taya right away who goes up top. Mantis gets up to his feet only to get caught with a crossbody from the top! She rolls right off and waits for Mantis to get back to his feet. He does using the ropes but Morrison grabs him and pulls him into the corner. Taya runs after him and connects with a knee to the face! Mantis falls to a seated position and Taya backs away to the opposite corner. Takagi grabs at her hair but she turns around and slaps the taste out of his mouth, knocking him to the floor. He then runs over for the knees in the corner but Mantis moves out of the way, the slight distraction giving him just enough time. She hobbles out of the corner and Black catches her with the Brainwashing Effect! He looks to Johnny before picking up Taya and lifting her into the air. Johnny tries to get into the ring but Takagi has run over to him, grabbing his foot and pulling him off the apron before throwing him into the barricade! in the ring, Ultramantis lifts Taya up high before bringing her down with the Cosmic Disaster! He makes the pin!
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Ultramantis Black and Sanshiro Takagi, Team DDT!
The Duo get their hands raised, team DDT looking strong heading into Heatwave while Johnny slides back into the ring to check on Taya. Team DDT leave the ring, satisfied with the win as the titantron screen lights up and there stands Simon and Braun.
Simon Dean: Congratulations, Ultramantis, you beat a woman. Seems to be a lot of that going on the industry right now, but that’s neither here nor there.
Braun Strowman: Then where is it?
It’s irrelevant.
In Relevant? Where’s that?
Braun, I’m trying to be serious here.
Then be serious, I’m not stopping you.
Anyway, I know you and Takagi think that win you just picked up means Heatwave is going to be a cake walk but you’re talking about two different people entirely.
I don’t eat cake unless it’s a nutritious, gluten free and high in fiber Simon System angel food. As for walking, it’s kind of an oxymoron to put that and cake together.
But it’s just plain moronic to bet against our odds in this match. Just like it’s moronic that one of you wears a mask and the other doesn’t.
It’s like seeing a group of people protecting themselves from Corona and only three out of four of them are wearing one. It makes you wonder where the other one’s is and why they aren’t wearing it.
But wear what you want, because we’re fixing to wear you out very soon.
You mean like an Ultramantis and Takagi coat?
No Braun, wear them out like beat them until they can’t take anymore.
Sounds like giving them these hands.
That’s one way to put it, yes.
Aww yeah! YOU’RE GONNA GET THESE HANDS, TEAM DDT!
As the screen goes black, Revolution heads elsewhere.
Bray Wyatt: Welcome everyone to the FIREFLY FUNHOUSE! I’m sure heckin’ glad ya’ll could stop by today because on todays episode I wanted to teach all of you about forg-
Ramblin Rabbit bounces on screen with a paper in his ‘hands’
What’s this?
Wyatt takes the piece of paper and pulls up a pair of reading glasses, putting them on and looking from one side to the other of the paper as if a lot is written down. He puts on a big shocked face throwing the paper over head and using that same hand to knock the glasses off his own face.
YOWIE WOWIE! Rey….Rey Mysterio asked for a match again…lil ole me?
Wyatt puts his head down into his hands, crying loudly as you hear an audience of children “awwwwww”.
I can’t believe this, why would he want to fight me? I thought we were May-Jor Amigos!
You hear the stock sound of a dog growling, Ramblin’ Rabbit immediately drops off screen in fear as Damien the Dog enters.
Damien The Dog: Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment, my name is Damien The Dog and I am here to help you.
Bray Wyatt: No now you envious old dog, I’m dealing with something important.
Damien The Dog: Why of course you are, but what you fail to realize is when you have a question you cannot answer. It is always recommended to bring it to someone who always has the answers, like myself. Perhaps all your shenanigans and rough housing with Mr. Mysterio since you’ve returned has raised his ire so much as to bring about this challenge, you’ve angered him beyond the point of no return causing something within him to change.
Bray Wyatt: Oh? And what do you know about rage?
Damien The Dog: Well, I have been privy to Rage incarnate. I have handled such a volatile concoction of anger and hate before and therefore know of how to handle it. Perhaps I can introduce you to more of an expert in this field?
Bray Wyatt: *Sniff* Well…I guess that could help.
Damien bounces off screen and suddenly the lights in the funhouse go off, as the screen remains black a sudden flame rises from the darkness. After the flame goes out, the lights turn back on and Wyatt looks up at the sky confused before looking down and seeing a new friend.
Mekhane The Dragon: You were in need of assistance?
Bray Wyatt: Wow, a big red dragon, how old are you?
Mekhane The Dragon: My name is Mekhane, and I’ve been around longer than any of your other so-called friends. But that’s not important, I’m informed that you lack knowledge when it comes to your opponent.
Bray Wyatt: Well I wouldn’t call lil Rey Mysterio an “opponent”
Mekhane The Dragon: That is where you’re wrong, you can view him as a hero, but allow me to enlighten you in his view. I know what it’s like to let anger fester and rage fill me, until it blinds me and I destroy whatever is in front of me. Rey Mysterio showed his true colors last week, and he has been found guilty. Damien helped teach me to control my anger, as Anger can be good. It can push you to do good things, get to your goals, and focus power. But what Rey Mysterio has fallen into, is Wrath.
Bray Wyatt: Wrath?! But Wrath leads to violence and broken relationships, it’s the kind of emotion that festers until you regret what you’ve done…You’re telling me that Rey is going to…Regret what he has done to me.
Mekhane The Dragon: You cannot treat him as a friend, once he’s hit this stage…you must fight him with every ounce of your ability. If not, he will succeed in his destruction of you.
Bray Wyatt: no…no no no no no, This cannot be. Rey and I were supposed to be Friends, I know what I’ll do…I’ll…Let him in…just a little bit…so we can work through these issues. Yes that’s perfect, I’ll show you, Me and Rey will be just fine.
Wyatt runs off screen as the camera looms on Mekhane before we move on to Revolution.
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES'' hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The UWF Universe gets to their feet to welcome the now beloved faction to the building. Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly strut their stuff out onto the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front who holds up a bottle of Gatorade. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
As the music starts 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 the comer to stretch and 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, Yano and Sweeney start out in the ring for their respective teams. Instead of beginning with any lock ups or strikes though, they opt for a more psychological approach. As they meet in the middle, you can hear the ever-rambunctious Larry Sweeney yell at Yano for the powerpoint presentation he created in a form to mock Sweet ‘n’ Sour Incorporated. All the while, Yano interjects with a cry of ”IT JOKE! IT JOKE!” but Sweeney is having none of it as he continues to scream his head off.
Corey Graves: “Yeah, you tell them Larry! Tell those two how much of a joke they really are!”
Tom Phillips: “Corey, they have beaten nearly every team in the tag division.”
Corey Graves: “So have Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc!”
Mauro Ranallo: “Only one of these teams have the distinction of losing to Hathaway Enterprises, Corey.”
Corey Graves: “And only one of these commentators are going to end up staying at the table if you two keep talking about Larry Sweeney like that!”
As the two continue arguing, one this is agreed upon by both men - neither want to get their hands dirty in this match. In a sign of both respect and disdain for one another, they each head to their corners and tag in their partners. As Ishii and O’Reilly, both just give a sigh as their partners continue to smack talk each other from their respective aprons. Finally, some contact is made as they both walk up to one another and lock up. Jockeying for position, the nimble Kyle slips behind The Stone Pitbull and cinches in a waistlock. He attempts to lift him for a traditional wrestling mat slam, but Ishii refuses to budge, and counters by taking Kyle’s head into a side headlock. Backing up, an attempt is made to shoot him off the ropes, but Ishii is a big boy and refuses to move, just cinching the headlock in deeper. On the second try, Kyle builds more momentum up and rockets him off finally, only to be brought down hard with a shoulder tackle. Standing up, he rushes the ropes and attempts a shoulder block of his own, but is met by a brick wall and promptly crashes down again to the mat. Thinking third time’s the charm, he once again stands and charges, but instead gets caught with a knee lift to the midsection and his head placed between the legs of Ishii.
Lifting him up, he goes to drop him for a powerbomb, but KOR slips out the back and lands behind Ishii, before beginning to go to work on the legs with a series of kicks. While it doesn’t bring him down, it does weaken his vertical base enough for O’Reilly to connect with a single-leg dropkick and stagger him. Bouncing off once more, he connects with a running forearm strike that knocks him off his feet, and Sweeney’s screams to cover him are answered.
...On-
Ishii powers out, launching Kyle off of him and standing back up.
Mauro Ranallo: “The pure strength of The Stone Pitbull!”
Ishii stands up, as does O’Reilly, and the two stare down...for all of five seconds before O’Reilly decides throwing a forearm to the face of Ishii is a smart decision. Turns out, it is the worst thing you can do, as it is responded to with a stiff forearm of his own that staggers Kyle. The two trade back and forth with forearms, Kyles growing weaker and weaker as time passes before he is barely even grazing Ishii with his blows. Ishii backs up, and O’Reilly still swings wildly at the air in front of him. After a few moments, he finally collapses to the mat, and Ishii turns to Yano. He has long since stopped yelling at Sweeney, but still doesn’t want to tag in, so Ishii picks up O’Reilly and goes to toss him into the corner. Kyle manages to spring to life somehow, and blasts Ishii with an enziguri right to the head, before then running off the ropes and colliding with an Axe Kick to the head, and following it up with a Rolling Elbow to the jaw!
Mauro Ranallo: “A little bit of demolition there from Kyle O’Reilly!”
With Ishii still standing, O’Reilly goes low with a basement dropkick that finally brings Ishii down to the mat. He moves to a seated position, and O’Reilly rushes him once more before hitting the Orange Slice! With Ishii down, he goes for another cover.
...One!
...Two!
Ishii powers out at two, and O’Reilly brings him back up to a vertical base. Seeming about ready to finish him off, he rushes forward and attempts to lift him up for the Insulin Injection! However, where he sees an opportunity for victory, Ishii just sees a way to be somehow pissed off even further. So when he sees Kyle O’Reilly trying not only to lift him up, but hit him with his own goddamn finisher...that just wakes him up. Without hesitation he slips behind O’Reilly and tosses him clean over his head, not even falling back as Kyle crashes down behind him from the Release German Suplex. He tries to get back up, but is grabbed and thrown again, and again, and again. Four times he is suplexed, Ishii not even falling backwards on any of them, and O’Reilly stands up. He is ready for one more go at it...but then he collapses backwards, tagging Sweeney in before falling out of the ring and hitting the mat outside. Sweeney steps into the ring, and sees the very pissed Tomohiro Ishii staring him down. He turns around, and realizes that Kyle is basically dead on the floor.
Tom Phillips: “Sweeney’s night just went from bad to worse.”
Mauro Ranallo: “Larry Sweeney must be feeling like Ralph Wiggum sitting on the bus right now, Corey.”
Corey Graves: “O’Reilly may be out of it, but it’s still good, It’s still good, Sweeney can win this by himself.”
While Corey may perhaps be exaggerating, Sweeney seems to believe it as he charges in...and blazes right past Ishii as he takes a pot shot at Yano. While it doesn’t knock him off the apron, it does give him some laughter while Ishii stands behind him, waiting for Larry to turn around. When he does, he instinctively ducks and cowers, but Tomohiro Ishii doesn’t strike at him. Instead, he tags in Toru Yano, and hops off the apron. He isn’t done with the match, necessarily...he just wants to see how this plays out.
Sweeney and Yano stare down, and with a silent count, they rush to an opposite corner and each grab hold of a turnbuckle pad. While Yano is a master at this craft and rips it off easily, Sweeney takes a bit more time with his selected pad due to inexperience of this situation, and it gives Yano the opening to approach him. The referee steps in to stop him, and Sweeney undoes his. The referee acts as the middleman to this wild west showdown between the two, but it proves fruitless as the two begin to swing at each other. Pad collides with pad multiple times as neither man gets an advantage, until Sweeney gives a quick kick to the shins and steals his pad as well. Standing tall, he tosses one to the side, and as the referee goes to retrieve it, he smacks Yano in the head with the remaining pad in his hand. This dazes him, and Larry sets him up for an extremely early ‘68 Comeback Special!
As the classic rock hit blares through the arena speakers, Larry Sweeney turns around to see Stokely Hathaway appear on the stage alongside his clientele Gedo and Jado.
Corey Graves: “What are they doing here?!”
Tom Phillips: “An unexpected drop-in from Hathaway Enterprises just days before their match at Heatwave!”
All attention is turned towards Hathaway as “Any Way You Want It” will not stop blaring. Now would be a great time for an errant pause button. But with all the attention turned to them...it gives Yano the opportunity. He moves in close...and connects with a low blow to Sweeney! He gasps in pain at the impact, and falls backwards right into a rollup from Yano! The referee turns around, the music still playing, and moves to count the fall!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, TORU YANO AND TOMOHIRO ISHII!”
Yano rolls outside right away to celebrate with Ishii as Sweeney sits up in frustration, screaming at Stokely for ruining a perfectly good opportunity to earn a needed victory. Kyle O’Reilly wakes up from the mini-nap and instinctively covers his ears as Journey continues to blare out of the speakers, Stokely standing on the ramp looking mighty pleased with the match results as Revolution rolls on.
The scene opens up to the backstage area. You can see Spike is warming up for his match with some pre-match rituals. A loud call for his name happens as you see Lio walk into the camera shot and Dream right beside him.
Lio Rush: Spike! The big dawg! Or the small dawg? Whichever you prefer, cause we respect you and your amazing work as an athlete.
You can see Spike has a face of distrust but Lio continues before he could get in a world.
Lio Rush: Look, we'll make this quick. Tonight, Dream faces your opponent at Heatwave and vice versa. Dream knows Suzuki, you know Shibata. I think it'd be in our best interest to help each other out.
Velveteen Dream: Not many people can outwit Suzuki, but the Dream has. At the end of the day, you're getting the better deal here, cause you HAVEN'T beaten Suzuki, but you got some experience with Shibata. You are up in his head currently, which means you must be studying him for your match at Heatwave, WHICH MEANS you must have some strategies that can help the Dream get the win and finally get EC3 to notice the Velveteen Dream so the Dream can finally get that UWF Championship match. While the Dream can make sure Despy or Suzuki don't try anything; how about it… Dudley?
Dream purses his lips as he glances his head down and lowers his glasses letting Spike look him in the eyes. Spike does exactly that, the thoughts going around in his head whether this is a good idea or not. The look on Spike’s face is one of distrust but it slowly seems like it’s turning.
Spike Dudley: You know what Dream, I feel ya. I’ve been there being held down as well and I actually like what you got going on.
Spike shows Dream a smile, showing his walls lowering a little bit.
Spike Dudley:Now do I trust you?…. Hell no. I know all you care about is The Velveteen Dream but last time I went into a Hell in A Cell… I was forced to go it alone. That was a mistake so you know what, I’m going to do things differently tonight. You want Uncle Spike Dudley’s help?....... You got it.
Spike extends his hand towards Dream, looking to make the deal official when…..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T
we all know this voice, we all hate this voice, well I actually quite like it but no one cares, it’s El Desperado! He slithers into the frame, laughing his lungs out, Dream and Lio stare at him with disgust while Spike is just confused, he takes a minute to calm down and when he does he immediately starts talking
El Desperado: The mighty, the powerful, the “held down” Velveteen Dream is so afraid of Minoru Suzuki he has to ask someone to watch his back! The fear is totally justified but still, to walk around backstage begging for help? That’s low even for you, what’s the next step, no-showing all of your matches so you wouldn’t get hurt? HAHAHAHAH wait no you could have Lio do all the wrestling for you to make sure you 100% wouldn’t get hurt! You’re on the same shitty level anyway HAHAHAHAHA, oh I know, you can start walking around in those inflatable soccer balls so even backstage people can’t hurt you! HAHAHAHA
actually Despy that’s a great idea for a wrestling promotion, it appears that Lio doesn’t see it that way tho as he punches him in the nose! Despy holds his nose and stumbles back before rushing Lio into a wall! Dream quickly runs in to defend his friend as he grabs Desperado off Lio by the waist and throws him to the side. Dream grabs him by the back of his mask and stands him up to sock him with a fist to the noggin. Despy staggers backward into Spike.
Spike tries to break the brawl up at first but after a few attempted shots from Despy, he soundly decided he doesn’t want apart of this mess and intends to back away, leaving the men to do their thing… but soon he gets the feeling of warm heavy breath right down his neck. He turns around to see an eager, malicious Katsuyori Shibata. It’s as if the violence had called out to him, and here he is to answer. He is going to incite an all-out brawl. Before Spike can react, Shibata headbutts Spike and he goes tumbling into the brawl between Lio, Dream, and Desperado. Once the duo sees Shibata they’ve decided they have had enough of beating up Despy and along with Spike, they turn their attention to the king of monsters. They all step forward and Shibata swats then away with some stiff kicks at first but soon Dream is able to land a right that leans Shibata into an uppercut from Spike, who is sure to feel a good sense of comeuppance for all the hell Shibata has put him and Stacey through. The Shibata distraction however gives time for Despy to do his thing. All of a sudden as Despy comes up from behind…
CRRRRAAAACK!
The sound of wood crashing upon someone’s head. That head being… Despy?! The camera cure to Dream with a sly smile on his face, who has once again destroyed one of Despy’s guitars by smashing it over his head. His sly smile interrupted however by cries of help. He turns back to see Lio Rush in the grasps of Shibata. Spike and Dream step forward but as soon as they do Shibata lurches back and delivers a nasty sleeper Suplex to Lio. Dream is absolutely livid and Shibata gets back up just time to for Dream to clothesline him against a metal post. Dream motions to spike and it seems they’ve got a 2-1 numbers advantage and the monstrous Shibata is about to get his comeuppance when… uh oh.
A devilish smile appears from behind Spike in the form of one Minoru Suzuki. Somebody must’ve told him a brawl was brewing and he came as quick as possible. He wraps his arms around the head of Spike and has him firmly in a sleeper hold. Perhaps this is a sign of the things to come in there match tonight but Spike isn’t having it. He kicks with all his might and yells out for Velveteen… banking on their deal from earlier. Dream looks at Shibata. If he wanted to he could further hurt him right here and even get an advantage in their match. But he decides against it and goes to help Spike. Motivated by their deal from earlier and contempt for one Minoru Suzuki. Dream comes wheeling with a right hand that breaks Suzuki’s hold and Spike immediately turns around to aid Dream in their fight against Suzuki. Even though he’s on the receiving end of things right now Suzuki is absolutely loving this. And he loves it even more when he sees Shibata running back over to join the fray, colliding with everyone with a huge dropkick that just incites more chaos. Punches are being thrown everywhere now. It’s Suzuki and Shibata squaring up against Dream and Spike and as one can imagine it is intense as can be given everything that’s happened between the four men. So intense in fact that a couple of security guards get absolutely blasted by Suzuki and Dream for trying to break this all up. Nothing can stop this giant brawl until the cavalry arrives in the form of about 20 security guards. They’re finally able to separate the four men from each other and now they’ll have to reserve to shouting at each other. They might not be beating the shit out of each other anymore but the feeling is still as intense as ever with the shouting and staredowns right now. Shibata has his eyes firmly set on Dream and Spike firmly set on Suzuki. That only changes when the gazes switch to each warrior’s original foe and the feeling only gets more palpable from there. If it were not for the giant mass of bodies in between the men there certainly would still be a brawl going on. And to think this was just a warmup to the wars these men are going to have tonight. The camera focuses on each men’s heavy glare and the scene finally fades out on the menacing smile of Minoru Suzuki
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Renee Young is standing by.
Renee Young: I hope they come by sooner or later so we can get this over with. I hate interviewing them, especially Sami. He's so annoy- OH excuse me, Becky and Sami?
The Dynamic Duo turn down the hall and walk over to Renee.
Sami Zayn: Uhh we have a name Renee. You can either call us the Dynamic Duo, your World Tag Team Champions, Mr. and Mrs. Tag Division, Sami The Great and Becky The Bold, Big Di-
Renee Young: Dynamic Duo! I just wanted to get your thoughts on your opponents for Heatwave.
Sami Zayn: What's there to say? Are we supposed to be impressed that Yano and Ishii were able to beat perennial losers Sweet N' Sour? We've said time and time again that Mark Henry was the one carrying that team. Without him, They're just the nWo without the backup and we beat those suckers! Yano & Ishii may be the newest kids on the block but anyone who honestly thinks they're a better team than us doesn't have eyes.
Becky Lynch: And Don't get me started on Monster High with that black hole of a manager in Randy Orton. These two bozos had a guaranteed match against us and they let their ego get in the way. They let Randy Orton get in their way. If you ask me, they lost to Yano & Ishii on purpose. They knew they didn't stand a chance against us so why not lose and let another team join in? They can't beat us but surely they can beat Yano & Ishii. It's a smart play, I won't lie. But it's a cowardly play. One that they're gonna pay for.
Renee Young: Alright well thank you for the answers. Now as we move on with the show-
Becky Lynch: I wasn't done yet but you can go Renee.
Becky gently pushes Renee away as she looks into the camera.
Becky Lynch: I don't care how many people you throw at us. You can run another gauntlet against us but it won't matter. We are Alpha and Omega. There is no one higher than us. Even when we lose a match, we just bounce right back. You better pray that you finish the job with each other before we get our hands on you because come Heatwave, we're breakin' arms and kickin' faces.
Becky throws down the mic and walks off, Sami looking giddy like a child as he follows behind her.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
"He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley and Stacy Keibler emerge from the curtain. Stacy is looking fine with some glasses on as Spike is looking all business.
The couple look out into the crowd as they shower them with cheers. Spike grabs Stacy's hand and they both begin the walk down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and both oblige, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as they come to end of the ramp. Spike follows Stacy around, helping her climb the stairs. She reaches the top as Spike slides into the ring, walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and beating his chest whilst he looks into the crowd, meanwhile at the same time, Stacy is making her trademark entrance into the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, meeting Stacy in the ring and giving her a kiss. He shows her the way to the ropes as she climbs out of the ring, the same way she climbed in as Spike turns and is ready for his match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Suzuki hits Spike with a Big Boot to knock him to the mat. Spike hits the mat back of his head first and naturally goes to sit up but Minoru grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him upward to a vertical base, decking him in the forehead with his free hand, releasing the hair as the punch connects as Spike falls onto his bottom. Dudley gets to his feet quickly and shoves Suzuki with both hands, then open hand slaps him before beginning to waylay his upper body with a flurry of strikes. During the flurry, Suzuki thrusts his arms forward and pushes Spike back, causing him to stumble backward a bit.
As Spike regains his bearings, he charges his opponent but Suzuki bends his arm upward quickly and thrusts forward, leading with the point of his elbow as he catches Spike on the bridge of his nose before grabbing him by the hair again, pulling him down and hooking his head as he connects with a quick DDT. Minoru gets up afterward and walks around, putting his foot in Spike’s back as he leans forward and grabs his arms, pulling backward as the littlest Dudley starts crying out in pain.
Stacy sees him struggling and starts pounding the mat to get the crowd more into it and show their support as they do. The good times don’t last though as Despy swings his guitar downward while she isn’t looking and breaks it over Stacy’s head, sending her to the floor. The crowd boos intensely as inside the ring, Spike manages to get free of the predicament he’s in as he gets up after getting free and immediately goes through the ropes with a Suicide Dive onto Despy.
Soon after impact, Spike gets up and slides back into the ring as he tackles a waiting Suzuki to the mat and starts wailing on him with punch after punch.
Tom Phillips: That’s the quickest way to make Uncle Spike mad is by hurting his Stacy!
Mauro Ranallo: Despy definitely shouldn’t have done that.
Corey Graves: He’s a heel, you panty wastes, you’re not going to like everything he does!
After a moment, Spike gets up and lets Suzuki get up as he tags him with a hard right once he gets to his feet. Suzuki looks unimpressed by the hit as he throws one of his own, hitting Spike dead in the forehead and knocking him onto his rear. Spike puts his hands down to each side of him and starts climbing to a vertical base but as he does, Suzuki pump kicks him in the chest and Spike is sent into the ropes. As Spike comes off of them, Suzuki throws another stiff punch but the littlest Dudley ducks underneath it and heads to the opposite ropes, riding the momentum off of them as he thrusts his chest out in an attempt to knock Suzuki off his feet but the UFC Champion just stands there, the size difference between them just enough for Minoru to stand his ground despite being hit with momentum behind it.
Suzuki swings his arms around and chops Spike in the sides of the neck simultaneously as Spike now holds the sides of his neck, opening up his upper body as Minoru throws an underhanded punch to the stomach, causing spit to fly from the mouth of his opponent. As Dudley hunches over from the impact, because of where his hands are holding his neck, Suzuki is able to get Spike’s arms in a double underhook as, in one quick motion, the self-proclaimed, “Destroyer God” lifts Spike up and overhead, suplexing him to the mat hard.
Spike pops up from the mat as he finds himself against the ropes as this time, Suzuki charges but Spike pulls the rope down and Minoru goes crashing and burning to the outside. Dudley then grabs the ropes and pulls back, launching himself over the rope as he knocks Suzuki back down when he stands up. Spike returns to his feet and starts stomping on the man that calls himself the wind but here comes Despy as he spins Spike around but Spike starts punching him then winds his arm and connects with an extra powerful one that sends Despy to the ground.
As Spike turns around, Suzuki is on his feet and absolutely hammers him with a stiff Headbutt that sends him crumpling to his knees as Suzuki delivers another one to the top of the head as Spike slumps forward, his forehead touching the floor as Minoru stomps on his head and walks around him, grabbing his legs and swinging, driving Spike viciously hard into the ringside barrier.
Tom Phillips: What brutality we’re seeing from Minoru Suzuki!
Mauro Ranallo: This match may need to be stopped for Spike’s sake!
Corey Graves: And then what happens at Heatwave when Shibata’s manhandling him the same way? We gonna stop that match too?
Suzuki keeps hold of Spike’s legs and swings him against the barrier again, then lets go and simply looks at the havoc he’s wreaked for a moment. Spike sits up and motions for him to bring on more as Suzuki walks toward him to oblige but Dudley connects with a Drop Toe Hold and Suzuki collides with the nearest ring post. As he does, Spike gets to his feet and connects with a Standing Dropkick that sends Suzuki to the ground at the bottom of the ramp. Minoru scrambles to his feet but is greeted with a massive backhand that causes him to turn around as Spike takes off running and grabs him, connecting with a Bulldog on the steel steps!
“E C Dub!” chants begin as Suzuki is lying there looking at the lights, Spike staying on the offensive as he delivers an elbow to the sternum. Minoru sits up coughing as Spike leads him the rest of the way back to his feet and grabs him, performing a forceful sort of Irish Whip to roll him back into the ring. Dudley slides into the ring to follow after as Suzuki is getting up and delivers a Toe Kick to the midsection, pulling Minoru in as he connects with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Suzuki kicks out as Spike creates some distance between the two of them. Suzuki starts climbing to his feet as Spike charges him but the more veteran of the two catches his opponent with an Inverted Atomic Drop as Spike holds his groin. Minoru invites Dudley to charge him again and the little man with the big heart obliged but this time is caught with a Uranage as Suzuki follows up with a stomp to the sternum then keeps stomping from there across the right bicep onto the shoulder and up the arm to the hand before grabbing the appendage and slapping on an Armbar.
Spike starts crying out in pain but manages to roll over and punch Suzuki in the face with his uncompromised hand, effectively breaking the hold. Spike stands up as Suzuki sits up and hits Minoru in the face with a Basement Dropkick, knocking the wind down. Dudley now heads over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends it, leaping off not long after standing up as he connects with a Flying Elbow Drop. Spike again goes for the cover.
ONE!
NO!
Suzuki forcefully pushes Spike up and off of him as he sits up, Spike looking shocked that he broke up the pin so quickly. Minoru is to his feet and is angry looking as he grabs Dudley’s shirt collar and rips the garment down the middle before winding back and connecting with a Knife Edge Chop. Spike winces as Suzuki connects with stiff impact and winds up to connect with another one. As he does, Uncle Spike ducks underneath it and connects with a Battering Ram. Suzuki is reeling for a moment as Spike hits him with a clothesline, managing to take the UFC Champion off of his feet.
Tom Phillips: Spike’s getting fired up!
Mauro Ranallo: The littlest Dudley is feeling it here, folks!
Corey Graves: He’s about to be feeling the wrath of Suzuki. This fluke offense means nothing!
Spike steps onto Suzuki and starts stomping with both feet as many times as he can before stepping off of him. He then goes to follow up but as he does, the UWF Champion Katsuyori Shibata suddenly walks out and stands at the top of the ramp. Spike points at him and then motions that the championship is going around his waist but he falls into a trap as by getting distracted, he drops his guard as Suzuki gets up behind him and applies the Sleeper Hold!
Having his head softened throughout the match, it isn’t long before Spike starts fading in the hold as soon, the runt of the Dudley litter loses consciousness and Suzuki casts him to the mat.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of TKO...Minoru Suzuki!
BREAKING NEWS
Images of recent news flash....
Tom Phillips: Here is an update regarding the unfolding news story. Sammy and Leyton Buzzard were brutally attacked weeks previous.
The somber tone of Phillips voice visible as he is shook...
Tom Phillips: The story unfolding throughout the passed two weeks, Leyton Buzzard and Sammy Guevara the popular tag team from UWF, have vanished from hospital...
Tom Phillips: UWF will update you on what is happening. We hope you're out there Sammy and Leyton and that you will be back before we know it.
Tom Phillips: Now on with regular programming...
The feed moves on...
Rey Mysterio walking backstage looking at Cabrito in his hands when his attention is grabbed by a voice overhead.
Bray Wyatt: Looking for someone?
Rey goes after him when the lights in the hallway turns off, you hear poles clang on the cement floor as the lights turn back on. Wyatt is gone, and Rey is trying to find his target. He turns and sees someone out of place, a door that doesn't fit. Rey Mysterio looks at this white wooden door, completely unlike a door that would be in the backstage area of an arena and more like the front door of a house. Looking around before reaching for the knob and entering. Through the threshold he enters what seems like a black abyss, the sound of a spotlight powering on hits and lights up the seemingly arena sized room showing a wrestling ring in the middle of the foggy room. As Reys eyes focus on the lights, he sees Bray Wyatt standing in the middle of the ring with a big smile.
Bray Wyatt: Well well well, You’ve been looking for me ALL over. It seems, you’ve found me huh…hahaha…Now here me out Rey.
Rey starts to approach the ring, walking up the steel steps as Bray is talking.
I’ve cost you several matches, caused you some mental distractions and made you face ghost of your past…And you? Hahahaha…You Took something that belongs to me and even challenged me to a match? And Rey...
Mysterio enters the ring, unafraid, as Brays tone turns serious. Before his voice goes back to upbeat
I Totally understand mi amigo, I made some mistakes and by golly…You were upset about that. You still are, and I think it’s only fitting that I allow you to get some…Retribution for that.
The light turns off, leaving the room in complete and utter darkness. When the loud boom of the spotlight turning back on is heard, Rey Mysterio is in the center of the ring looking around to get his bearings back. When he finds Wyatt, he sees him on his knees with his back turned to him. Facing into the abyss, trough the top and second ropes, his arms spread out as he speaks out loud.
So do it Rey, Wine…Dine…619 me so we can be even for all my transgressions.
Mysterio seems confused, as Bray hangs his arms over the second rope bouncing on it up and down.
Do it! Come on Rey, I cost you matches that lead others to Championships, that lead others to Main Event, I took that from you. What else will I take if you don’t do something about it RIGHT NOW! DO IT!
Wyatt is shouting out into the echoing empty space as Mysterios fist clenches, until finally Rey drops back to bounce off the middle rope. Running across the ring for the 619, but when his hands go for the top and middle rope to swing around…The Top rope snaps. Causing Rey to fall straight out of the ring, managing to land on his feet on the floor and spin in a circle to hinder his momentum and stay standing. He looks back up at the ring, at Wyatts face still leaning on the middle rope putting his hands on the sides of his head with a look enthused shock before he burst into a fit of laughter. Standing up and turning his back to Mysterio as he doubles over holding his sides as he laughs, Mysterio quickly slides back in and almost instantly Wyatt spins around hooking Rey under his arm for Sister Abigail.
Bray Wyatt: You did this!
Wyatt goes for the move but Mysterio counters swinging out of his grasp behind him, he dropkicks Wyatt high on the shoulders causing him to tip forward where there is no top rope flipping out of the ring and clipping the ring apron as he lands outside. Mysterio turns around and hits the ropes to gain some speed, running up and jumping on the second rope using it to bounce himself high into the air to the outside and diving on top of Bray Wyatt taking him down to the floor. Mysterio gets up to one knee holding his ribs as he stares down at Wyatt laid out on the floor, Rey moves to the ring to pull himself up and as he does Wyatts shoots his hands flat on the floor lifting himself up bent over backwards. He backwards crawls away from Mysterio, turning the corner of the ring as Rey seems taken aback at the image of Wyatts crawl. Mysterio goes after him but Wyatt has disappeared, Rey has chased off Wyatt for the time being but overhead his voice echoes in.
Bray Wyatt: You're going to regret that.
Mysterio puts his fist in his hand ready for whatever Wyatt is going to bring him as we move on with Revolution.
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.
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience. Almost everybody besides a couple heroes like Spike Dudley have begun to realize that Shibata is far gone. The wrestler is no more, and a king of monsters has replaced him. Not many people are a fan of that hard truth, and that sentiment is reflected in the audience's reaction. No amount of noise from the crowd however can drown out the loud, scary song that announces the arrival of a king of monsters.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF World Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
As his name is announced, the king of monsters arrives. He brandishes a crown of barbed wire that along with the Intercontinental and UWF World Championships on his waist, establish his status as king. The fans boo his unwavering stature as he stares down his opponent in the ring...
The king of monsters, stoic and slow, makes his way down to the ring in sync with the tune of the slow, chilling music that plays behind him. Fans boo his every moment and he pays them no attention, his eyes still locked on the other person in the ring. A glare that would haunt a normal person. He stops his glare for a moment as he looks toward the camera man. The poor employee must know what's coming from the king of monsters but he can't escape as Shibata swiftly punts the poor guy in the head. The disgusting act is booed by the masses and a small grin forms upon the face of Shibata. That grin quickly disappears though once he redirects his glare to the opponent in the ring. The polarizing figure now reaches the ring apron and instead of the normal bow he would once give, he takes off his crown of barbed wire and places it on the ring apron. He then calmly but chillingly walks up the steel steps, and slithers his way through the ring ropes. Now in the ring, his eyes are still locked on his opponent. But finally, he lets go of the gaze, turning his back to his opponent and looking out toward the crowd. He unhooks his two championship from his waist and raises it high...
The act is of course responded with thousands of boos from the audience. A look of disgust is placed upon the stoic expression of Shibata and he turns back to his opponent, not taking his eyes off them for a second as he lays his belt in the corner, not wanting to hand them over to the referee. Shibata's hateful stare does not waver as he waits for the match to begin...
VS 
DING DING DING
Shibata has his arms folded in the corner, not exactly seeing Dream as any sort of challenge. Velveteen himself isn't in too much of a hurry, thinking pretty much the same thing about his opponent even though he is the current UWF Champion. Lio however has both hands on the mat at ringside, eagerly awaiting to see Shibata get his ass kicked. Dream motions for The Wrestler to come out of the corner and Shibata actually listen,s walking to the center of the ring but he's still got his arms crossed. He sticks his chin out, practically daring Dream to make the first strike. Velveteen just smiles back at his arrogance, instead going low with a knee to the gut to take out the wind of Shibata. He whips him to the ropes but Shibata hangs both arms underneath to prevent himself from running back into a back body drop. Dream is leaned over though and Shibata moves in for a kick Dream telegraphed that and catches his leg. He shakes his head and waves his finger in front of his face. This angers Shibata who grabs Dream's hand and simply bends his fingers back causing Dream to drop to his knees in pain.
Corey Graves: Look, I love the change in attitude but don't try to play cute with the UWF Champion Dream.
Tom Phillips: For once I actually agree with you Corey. Dream should be taking this more seriously.
Corey Graves: He got his ass kicked by Roman Reigns last week, you'd think he'd learn his lesson by now.
Shibata relishes in the fact that he has Dream at his mercy. He looks around at the crowd as if to say "you think this guy can beat me?". Dream pulls himself up and uses his free hand to slap Shibata right across the chest, the echo piercing throughout the arena. Shibata just stares him down and pulls back harder on his fingers, Dream falling right back to his knees once more. Dream stands back up once more and gives him another slap to the chest only to receive the same outcome. Shibata taunts him, telling to get back to his feet. Dream rises up for a third time and this time slaps Shibata right across the face! His hand is now free but Shibata just stands there, his head turned in the direction he was slapped, his body stiff like a statue. He slowly moves his head back to face forward and has a look of utter vengeance on his mind. He lunges right at The Dream with a lariat which Dream ducks. He stops dead in his tracks and instead throws a back elbow with the same arm, catching Dream in the side of the head! Velveteen stumbles to the ropes and runs over, clotheslining him to the outside.
Shibata isn't done with him there, he exits the ring and picks him up off the floor, delivering a stiff forearm shot that sends him reeling around the ring. The UWF Champion stays on his tail, catching up to him and hitting him with another forearm to knock him down to the mat. From there, Shibata leans over onto the ring apron and just starts stomping down on Dream. The ref stops counting them out and instead has to pull Shibata away. Dream uses this opportunity to escape by sliding back into the ring. Shibata follows him in and patiently waits as Dream rises to his feet. He turns around and sees Shibata going for a head kick. He's able to duck this and take Shibata's back, pushing him forward into the ropes, trying to roll him up. Shibata hangs onto the ropes again causing Dream to roll backwards back up to his feet. Shibata comes after him but Dream catches him with a snap powerslam! He stays on him for the pin.
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2 . . .
Shibata kicks out! Dream brings him back up to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs over and connects with a clothesline in the corner before lifting him up to the top rope. Shibata starts kicking at him, pushing him off. Velveteen however comes back with a massive uppercut that stuns the UWF Champion. Dream then moves up to the second rope, grabbing a hold of Shibata and lifting him up to his feet. Both men are on the top rope and it looks like Dream is going for a Superplex but Shibata fights back with some shots to the ribs followed by some forearms to the face to send him down to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Shibata's now all alone on the top rope. What could we see here?
Mauro Ranallo: He's not a high flyer so I'm just as interested as you Tom.
Shibata looks down at Dream and looks like he might attempt some sort of move off the top rope but instead he shakes his head. He starts to lower himself back down onto the apron but Dream has gotten back up and blindsides him with a clothesline. Shibata hangs onto the ropes with one hand so he doesn't fall t the floor. Velveteen then climbs back up to the middle rope, grabbing Shibata and uses his strength to power him up with a deadlift superplex! Both men lay on the mat with Dream in particular looking exhausted after using all his strength. He turns over onto his stomach and crawls over, placing an arm on top of Shibata as the ref drops down to make the pin.
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2 . . .
Shibata gets the shoulder up! Lio looks a little heartbroken on the outside but he slap[s the mat, rooting for Dream to recover and get the match won. Dream slowly rises but Shibata does so as well. They get up at about the same time but it's Shibata who makes the first move, kicking him right across the chest. Dream retaliates with a chop to the chest. Shibata returns the favor with a nasty chop but Dream comes back at him with a forearm to the face. Shibata then goes for a standing lariat but it only stagger the Dream. For the second time in this match, Dream comes back with a big slap to the face! Shibata won't stand for this disrespect again and knocks Dream clean out with a spinning back fist!
Corey Graves: That's it, this one's over.
Mauro Ranallo: The ref might want to call this one. We've seen knock out wins for less.
Tom Phillips: Did you see how his knees buckled? I can only imagine what this man can do inside Hell in a Cell.
Before the ref can make a decision, Shibata falls over Dream and makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
But NO! Shibata lifts up Dream's head, causing his shoulders to lift off the mat. The fans start giving him hell for this. Even though Dream isn't a fan favorite, the blatant disrespect from the man who used to fight for honor makes them angry. Shibata looks out to Lio with a blank stare on his face. Rush gets on the apron and thinks about intervening but Shibata stands right back up and stares him down. Lio doesn't back down, instead standing his ground. Shibata takes a step closer to him but he's rolled up from behind with a schoolboy and Dream's got a handful of tights!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Velveteen Dream!
Tom Phillips: Velveteen Dream has just escaped with a win!
Mauro Ranallo: Escaped is right! This match should have been over a minute ago but Shibata's ego cost him this match.
Dream rolls out of the ring and Lio helps him to the back as quick as he can. Shibata looks at the ref with a stunned look on his face. The ref explains that it was a 3 count but Shibata grabs at his tights trying to explain. The ref won't change his decision so Shibata just headbutts the man, knocking him out cold.
Mauro Ranallo: What the Hell Shibata! We need some help out here!
Corey Graves: Maybe the ref should have checked to see if Dream was holding his tights.
Mauro Ranallo: That was a damn cowardly move by Shibata and you know it!
Mauro was apparently loud enough to catch Shibata's attention as he turns to look at him. The commentary team seems to notice this, especially when Shibata exits the ring and stares at Mauro.
Mauro Ranallo: Whoa hold on there champ. I'm just doing my job same as you. I just got caught up in the moment and-
Mauro's headset gets ripped away by Shibata. Graves takes off his as well and retreats to the crowd. Tom tries to step in but Shibata just palms his face and shoves him down. He gets closer to Mauro, grabbing him by his tie but from out of nowhere, Spike Dudley comes running on top of the barricade and flies into frame with a massive dropkick that knocks Shibata over the table! Spike starts attacking the downed champ with a flurry of fists to the face. The Wrestler is trying his best to cover up but after a big match, he's not that fresh. Spike walks over to the ring and pulls out a table, the crowd cheering in excitement. Shibata however wasn't as hurt as he was letting on, getting back up and attacking Spike from behind. The two start brawling and multiple officials, security and producers come out from the back and try to break up the scene. They pull Spike away. but he's swinging his limbs around, kicking and punching at anyone who's grabbing him. Meanwhile Shibata is straight up knocking people out with kicks and punches. They clear the men holding them back and go right back to fighting. More security comes out from the back and tries to pull the men apart, some of the other security coming to and trying again. They pull Spike away far enough that Shibata stops fighting, instead asking for his title. Spike is still yelling at the top of his lungs, blood covering his face. Shibata is also bleeding, his fists covered in Spike's blood as well. He runs some blood on the title and lifts it up high to Spike to see as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
WALTER vs Lesnar- Bodor
Yano & Ishii vs Sweet N' Sour - Leedles
Monster High vs Undisputed Era - Crann
Axel vs Reigns - Fauche
Suzuki vs Spike - Dresden
Team DDT vs Morrison/Taya, Shibata vs Dream - Danny
the way Shibata lost this match was perfect. Showed him in a cocky way and it still took a Rush interference & a roll up to beat the champ. Both characters were played perfectly in the writing of the match and it was a great main event. The aftermath was sensational as well with Shibata going after another innocent member and Spike intervening. Gets me even more excited for our Hell in a Cell match at Heatwave. Max with the big win as well won't go unnoticed. Thank god Danny is holding the Dream down 
