Revolution 7/15/20

[Danny]

As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show! In singles action, Roman Reigns takes on Bray Wyatt.

Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Minoru Suzuki taking on Braun Strowman.

Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Brock Lesnar colliding with WALTER for the Intercontinental Championship.

Corey Graves: In tag team action, Trent? and Orange Cassidy will face Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.

Tom Phillips: Ishii and Yano will face Skull Club in non-title competition.

Mauro Ranallo: We’ve got Alberto Del Rio versus Cedric Alexander.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Ultramantis Black takes on Adam Cole. However it's not just big matches tonight. We've also got some huge announcements in store and it looks like we've got all the tag teams on the roster surrounding the ring right now but I’m not really sure why.

The cameras go down to the ring to see all the tag teams standing around the ring. It appears no one knows what's going but the Dynamic Duo seem especially giddy for some reason.



The crowd cheers the sound of, “Wreck” by Jim Johnston as they are soon greeted by the presence of the, “Hardcore Legend” Mick Foley. Mick is all smiles and gives a thumbs up to the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp and heads up the steel steps, walking along the apron and entering the ring. As he’s granted a microphone, he raises it to his mouth as his music fades out.



Mick Foley: Thank you for such a warm welcome, you look as surprised to see me as I’m surprised to be here myself seeing all of you. See, I had just finished watching Heatwave and a call came to the Foley household and it was none other than EC3. The Dynamic Duo were hot with him, or more specifically Drake Maverick, and were threatening to quit unless something was done about him since they felt they’d still be champions if Ishii and Yano hadn’t been inserted in the match by Drake. They brought up a lot of points from what I hear but I was privy to that conversation. As of the Monday after Heatwave, EC3 returned Drake to being his assistant but that left the tag team division with no commissioner.

So to make a long story short, I have been appointed the new commissioner here, right here, as part of Revolution!

Mick gets the cheap pop he’s looking for as he smiles about it.

And my first act as commissioner is going to be shaking things up in the division. Our next pay-per-view is Summerslam and I’ve already decided how the UWF Tag Team Championships are going to be defended: a Championship Scramble!

Mick lowers his microphone and gives a thumbs up to the crowd.The Dynamic Duo, who were previously all smiles, now have scowls on their faces . They're furious and demand mics. It appears no one will give them any but Mick being the good guy that he is, he tosses his own to them. Sami and Becky stand up on the announcers desk and start to speak.



Sami Zayn: Just what the hell do you think you're doing Mick? Do you even know why we were pissed about Drake in the first place? Does EC3 do nothing but hire goons around here? We were robbed at Heatwave!

Becky Lynch: Robbed! Becky can be heard yelling off mic.

Sami Zayn: Yano and Ishii weren't even supposed to be in that match! You all saw we had that won but a stupid blind tag costs us. I don't have eyes in the back of my head Mick, no one does! How was I supposed to know that fat clown tagged himself into the match. How did the ref even see it because I certainly didn't. This would be the 4th multi-team match in a row to decide the tag titles. Everyone know's we're the best this division has to offer. We can beat any team in a two on two but you guys keep adding gimmicks to these matches because you know it's the only way to keep the titles away from us. Not anymore! We're done! Until you give us our rightful rematch in a pure two on two wrestling match, we're done here! Have fun trying to keep this division afloat with these losers!

Sami and Becky jump off the announce table and start to exit through the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: The Dynamic Duo are walking out!

Corey Graves: What do you expect, they've been cheated and wronged for so long. Maybe I should walk out too until I get some better broadcasting partners!

Tom Phillips: Please do.

Corey Graves: You know what, I can't subject these good fans to just listening to you two ramble on by yourselves. I'll stay for now.

Corey settles down and the teams seem to be happy about the title match except for the Dynamic Duo. The live feed transitions to the backstage area where EC3 is standing by.




EC3: Yes ladies and gentlemen you heard that right. Mick Foley is the new commissioner of the tag team division. I'll deal with the Dynamic Duo but for now, I've got some other big announcements. I'm not really a fan of how he does business but Adam Cole was on a tear before his suspension and he's right back where he left off after defeating Johnny Morrison at Heatwave. Because of this, I've decided that he will in fact challenge Katsuyori Shibata at Summerslam for the UWF Championship.

The crowd can be heard booing in the background.

EC3: That's not the only big match though. We've got quite a few people who are looking to make a name for themselves. Some champions, some challengers, all worthy of big opportunities. That's why Summerslam will bring the return of the Money in the Bank Ladder Match. 6 men who have never won the UWF Championship will compete to see who could potentially cash in and become a World Champion for the first time in their career. It'll be current Television and Intercontinental Champion Curtis Axel and Brock Lesnar facing would be challengers like WARHORSE and WALTER. Not to mention Minoru Suzuki and a representative of Team DDT. More matches will be announced in the coming weeks but for now, enjoy the rest of the show.

The live feed goes elsewhere.


THE FOLLOWING WAS RECORDED AFTER HEATWAVE




We open in the hotel room with Yano jumping on the bed holding both of the tag team championships while Ishii is sitting on a couch sipping on champagne.





Yano: WE DID IT MY FRIEND!!! This is what we have been waiting for since we set foot on this continent. The UWF Tag Team Championships are ours. The Dynamic Duo didn’t stop us and we knew that Jailbird and Grand Daddy Randy couldn’t stop us either. We have the gold, we are having the celebration and you know what the best part is going to be.


Ishii:...


Yano: That is right. All the Hollywood directors will be calling us wanting us to be the leading men in their movies. Our phone is going to be off the hook with phone calls. I can picture it now: red carpet, our names on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, dating supermodels, we have the whole world at our fingertips.



The phone rings



Yano: I can’t believe it, it is already starting. Ishii, this is our ticket to the big time.


Yano picks it up.


Yano: Yes Mister Lucas, I was wondering when you would ca.... Oh hello Mr. Gonzalez...yes I know you are the owner of the hotel...A noise complaint...do you know who we are? We are the UWF Tag Team Champions...well okay you don’t have to shout, we will keep it down...okay, goodbye.


Yano hangs up.


Yano: Well I guess we have to keep the noise down, there is a nursing home bake off happening tomorrow morning and all the competitors and their nurses are on this floor. Surprised they have a championship for that. But don’t worry the night is still young, I'm going to get us more champagne.


Yano leaves the room with both titles.


Ishii: I wonder when I get to hold my half of the titles.


The scene fades to black.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to video feed, with an inscription popping up on the screen to set up the scene:

THREE DAYS AGO

It's the interior of a limousine. And if someone in this game is riding in style, you know it's gonna be Sweet n' Sour Inc! Kyle O'Reilly and Larry Sweeney are riding in style don't the highway, the former preoccupied with all the cool buttons on the door panel while the latter is looking out the tinted window with total disgust.

Sweeney: Philadelphia! Ugh! You're joking, right Kyle?

The Diabetic Dragon is paying more attention to the glass between the lounge cab and the driver going up and down at his command.

KO'R: Huh? Um... oh yeah. Philly. The Cream Cheese City.

Sweeney: They don't call it that.

KO'R: The home of Allen Iverson!

Sweeney: Who'd he ever beat?

KO'R: And it's always sunny here!

Sweeney: Those looks like rain clouds...

Larry sighs and slumps his head against the window like a sulking child. Kyle, on the other hand, is just thrilled.

KO'R: When you first said we should move in together like a month ago I wasn't sure if you meant we should go to Vancouver where I'm from or Chicago we're you're from. So I just found somewhere in between.

Sweeney: In between?

KO'R: The earth is round. Technically everything is between everywhere.

No argument from Larry because some just aren't worth having. Kyle can see that his pal isn't convinced so he doubles down on the reassurance.

KO'R: Don't worry! It's a penthouse, just like you like! Top floor! Very posche. Like that one Spice Girl. Plus its super cheap!

Sweeney: We're millionaires. Who cares about cheap?

KO'R: Well most of my money goes into the L.D.I.P.F. so I gotta be careful with my spending habits. Like did you knew I've had the same pair of trunks the whole time I've been in the UWF.

Sweeney: Amazing. I guess if take care and wash them regularly -

KO'R: YOU CAN WASH THEM?

Sweeney: Aye carumba...

KO'R: Hey I think we're here!



The limo pulls into a parking lot by way of a back alley. The boys get out and gaze upon a post-industrial, at-one-time-teamster-union-owned-railyard-worker-houser-at-another-time-halfway-house apartment building that is clearly on the wrong side of the tracks. A murder of crows seems to have the run of the place. The air is thick with smog. Nearby, the second act of a film noir is likely going down. Dumpsters have been abandoned to overflowing trash. God has turned a blind eye to this plot.

Sweeney: This is it?

KO'R: This is it! Let's check it out!

Kyle leads an apprehensive Larry inside, stepping over a rotted mattress to get through the door. Revolution continues elsewhere.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



Both Steve Austin and Finn Balor comes out as Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck starts playing. They both look at each other as they nod and they look at the crowd. Finn Balor finger guns into the air as he smirk and he puts it down while Stone Cold is trash-talking to the crowd. Then they both walk down the entrance ramp and they both climb the steel steps on the opposite side. Then Finn Balor walks along the ring as he stops and he turns around to face the crowd. He leans across the ropes he walk toward the turnbuckle and he climbs it. He strikes a pose as he spreads both of his arms out while Stone Cold does his usual ring walk in the ring. Stone Cold trash talk as he goes up the turnbuckle and raises both of his arms into the air. Then he climbs down and he does the same thing until he finished posing on all the turnbuckles. Then they both walk toward their corner of the ring as they wait silently for their opponents to come out.

Tony Chimel:And introducing the current UWF tag team champions, their opponents...



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, the UWF Tag Team Champions, currently in the ring, from Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, The Stone Pitbull, Tomohiro Ishii.

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

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

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

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and after a brief discussion we are left with two men in the ring, two men who mirror each other in a very eerie way, some say they are twins separated at birth, they are "Sublime Master Thief" Toru Yano and "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, the former Taskmaster is the first to try and push the action as he looks to lock up with Yano but the newly crowned tag champ ducks underneath the attempt! he finds himself facing Balor and with his back to Austin so naturally, he tells Balor how bad his tag team partner is and when said tag team partner tries to lariat him in the back for saying such mean things Yano again ducks underneath the strike and ends up behind Steve, ya know what's coming, he hits him in the Austins and rolls him up with a schoolboy!

Corey Graves: HEY! Toru Yano just did a blatant foul in front of the ref! disqualify him and strip him of his championship!

Tom Phillips: I don't know what you're talking about I didn't any foul going on/

yeah, what foul, anyhow Yano is rolling up Austin and Balor enters the ring to break off the pin but the only thing that's getting broken is his bones as Ishii comes in like a Panzer X and shoulder blocks Balor all the way out off the ring!

1...

2...

3!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners the current UWF tag team champions, Yano and Ishii!





Mauro Ranallo: A decisive and quick win here for the new tag team champions! I have a feeling they'll keep those titles for a long time

Yano lets go of Austin who is still paralyzed by the nard attack and quickly goes to ringside to get their titles, he brings them over to Ishii and they pose to the hard cam before going up the ramp as the show continues


*we see how Cedric is watching his victory over Mustafa Ali to win the Cruiserweight Title and start the Age of Alexander on his TV*.

Cedric: Oh, hey everyone. It's me, Cedric Alexander, the man who will be having a match on Revolution next week. You see, i've been watching that moment right there because it always inspires me to believe that i can do anything. Yeah, i know people would expect big long promos but i guess i'm not like the norm on that haha. I suppose if there's one thing i can say is that as difficult as the road may turn, i wanna try and see if i can do what people like Spike did: Be UWF World Champion. I know it will take a lot of work to get there but i'm accostumbrated to it so it's not that big of a deal for me. Well, bye-bye everyone. See you on my debut match on Revolution.

*Cedric points to his head with his thumb (like irl) and the segment ends right there*




Bray Wyatt: Awakening...an Awakening is a very Special moment in anyones life, and one I myself have gone through on multiple occasions. It carries with it the heft of a new life, but the knowledge of anothers past, it brings about change yet maintains experience. Awakening is what I've been going through, and perhaps it is for the best.. Ya see throughout my return I made sure I didn't strike anyone, no matter what I would only hint at it, only elude to it, I'd threaten Rey Mysterio with the concept of being hit with...With Sister Abigail...but I made sure I never actually crossed that line because I knew as soon as I got my hands dirty... that I'd remember how much I loved playing in the filth. You never wrestle with pigs, You only get dirty and the pig likes it. But Rey forced my hand, and it's opened my viewpoint towards what I have to do from now on... And today...Today I face Roman Reigns and it made me realize that ole Bray Wyatt needed to tap into something different to settle things with this particular adversary...Bray Wyatt needed to dig down deeper, get his hands into that soil and dig up more than just a bone for this dog. I had to fight fire with fire, in other words Bray Wyatt had to...Get SWOOOOLE!

Bray flips his hat off revealing a sweatband around his head as he takes his shirt off and tosses it, the lights all turning on revealing the colorful Funhouse set as he starts to flex.



Ya see my Fireflies, Going Mano Y Mano against that big hunka dog Roman Reigns is quite the mighty task. So in order to stand Toe to Paw with him, I had to get beefed up, gotta get big and strong just like him. That is why I’ve been hard at work, getting all those gains the kids have been talkin about in order to be at Peak Physical condition. But in order to Feel good and Look good, it’s more than just pumping up those muscles in your arms. I know it’s an every day hustle to make sure I remain a sexual tyrannosaurus, but Looking good isn’t just a Trapezius and Latissimus job. That is why I’ve found a new friend to help with making sure I look my best in every other aspect imaginable because that's all he cares about for himself. Whoa Hey, do ya'll wanna meet em? *yaaaay* hahahha Aaaallrighty then, but before I bring him out I gotta warn ya…my new friend is a Lustful bird, but lustful…for himself…hahaha…Please put your hands together for: Breezy the Peacock!

The camera pans over at a Peacock puppet, with reflective circles on its tail feathers, like miniature mirrors as the sound of a child audience cheering is heard.



Breezy The Peacock: Of course I’m lustful for myself Brady, I mean point A: Look at me, Point number 2: There isn’t anyone else in this funhouse as Gorgeous as I am. And Point Triangle: Look at me, I am the single most perfect piece of gorgeousness on the face of the earth. I mean I think we can all vote as a species to have this face be the face of the earth now, at least that way all the aliens in the universe will have something in their existence to look at and strive for.

Bray Wyatt: YOWIE WOWIE Breezy, I thought you were here to help me. 

Breezy The Peacock: Uhhh Barry, I may look like a miracle, but that doesn’t mean I can work them. If you want my advice I’d…

Breezy trails off, as the bird head turns to it’s own tail staring at it’s reflection distracted completely



Bray Wyatt: Hahahhaa Oooh ya see Fireflies, ole Breezy here is so lustful for himself that he loses focus. That’s why it’s great to care about looking good, but it’s also important not to make it your top priority. Because without focus, well, we’d be all sorts of discombobulated. Caring about your looks is A-Okay, but only focusing on that makes you lose focus on the truly important things in life.

Breezy The Peacock: I don’t know what you just said, but I know I don't care. Only advice I can actually give you is that you severely need to unuggo yourself if you want to stand any hope in making it in this business. I mean, even Rowan Rays at least tries by conditioning his hair. He may have gone a bottle or 7 too far but at least he put in some effort, unlike you.

Bray Wyatt: Oh that’s what I love about you Breezy, you help me to understand the importance of Self-Love. And it’s exactly the message I want to spread to all my little Fireflies, looks are subjective…and there are gonna be days where you don’t feel like your Best, where you think your looks are just plain crummy ahahaha When you look in the mirror and see nothing but what disgust you, with no other feeling but hate as boiling up inside you ready to burst out at the world to make it just as ugly as what you are seeing. Bwahahahahah a real stinker ya know what I mean, BUT...even on those days my little fireflies, you should always love yourself...just as I always will.

Breezy The Peacock: Gross.

Bray Wyatt: Oh Breezy, why don’t you go and find something better to do with all your attitude and stop putting down all my lil fireflies, cause we're not hearing it.

Breezy The Peacock: I’m a Peacock, Bartholomew, you gotta let me fly!

Breezy leaves off screen as Bray looks at the camera with a big smile on his face.

Bray Wyatt: Well that’s all the time we got for this week my Fireflies, if there’s anything to take away from today is Don’t hide under a mask, don’t boast to mask your true self, because for You…I will always be around to light the way…and all you have to do in return besides be yourself….Is let me in…Byyyeee See ya!






DING! DING! DING!



The referee calls for the bell and this double debut match is underway. The crowd is definitely amped up for this contest as both men circle around the ring, sizing each other up. Cedric claps his hands together to get the momentum on his side as the two men drawn towards one another in the center of the ring and lock up. Del Rio shoves his opponent back into the corner with ease, causing Alexander to rolls backwards and into the corner. He looks unaffected by this as Alberto smiles at him, motioning for him to come get some more. Both men seem to reset and they meet in the middle of the ring and lock up once more. This time there is a bit more of a struggle, but this time Cedric gets the upper hand, forcing Del Rio into the corner, where there is a brief struggle before the referee steps in the middle to break the men up. He raises his hands up in the air, backing off of Del Rio, but he grabs Alexander and tosses him into the corner, delivering a chop right to the chest. This time Del Rio backs off, once again smirking at his opponent and asking for more.


MAURO RANALLO: Oh would you look at that, he's just toying with him!


COREY GRAVES: That's the name of the game my friend.


Alexander looks frustrated as once again the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Alberto gains the upper hand again, quickly grabbing the arm of his young adversary, twisting it over his shoulder and around, and then once more. Cedric walks around the ring while his arm is being yanked, then does a roll, and then flips up, reversing the hold and now he has Alberto's arm twisted. Then he whips him into the ropes but collides with Del Rio's shoulder, hitting the mat hard. Del Rio sprints towards the ropes, and Cedric flips on his stomach, making Del Rio hop over him. He rebounds off the opposing rope and Alexander leaps up and over him. Del Rio bounces off the ropes once more and Cedric tries to hip toss him. Del Rio counters and in turn hip tosses Cedric, who uses his quickness and athleticism to flip over, then leaps backwards delivering an enziguri, knocking Del Rio into the corner. Cedric sprints towards him, delivering a running forearm smash. He staggers out of the corner, using the rope for leverage as he tries to get away. Alexander comes at him with a full head of steam and clotheslines him to the outside. Del Rio lands on his feet but staggers backwards up the ramp. Cedric does not let up, and rolls out of the ring in pursuit of Del Rio. He grabs him by the hair, picking him up and tossing him right back into the ring. Then as Del Rio rolls into the ring, he leaps up on to the top rope, and leaps off, executing a perfect 450 splash, only to connect with nothing but mat! Alberto rolls out of the way just in time, buying him some precious time.


COREY GRAVES: Haha! There ya go! Only a true veteran such as Alberto would have the brains to move out of the way like that.


Alberto crawls over and nonchalantly covers Cedric...


1...2...KICKOUT!


Cedric still has plenty more in the tank and kicks out with ease. Alberto sits up for a moment and catches his breath. Then he grabs Cedric's arm , and pulls back on it, meanwhile driving his knee into his back, in some kind of modified arm bar. Alexander wretches in pain as he desperately tries to inch his way over to the ropes. Del Rio continues to keep a firm grip on the arm, but Alexander's percervierance pays off, because he finally manages to reach the ropes, forcing the break of the hold. Del Rio grabs Alexander, picking him up, and shoving him back into the corner. He takes his time, and then measures Cedric, planting a right cross on his jaw, dazing him. Then he lifts him up onto  the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him as well, sets him up and hoists Cedric over, hitting a Superplex! Both men feel the effects of this, because both men are laying in the middle of the ring.


MAURO RANALLO: Both men look absolutely spent! This match has lived up to the hype it was given.


COREY GRAVES: You must be smoking that good stuff Mauro. Clearly this match is Alberto's for the taking. Cedric Alexander doesn't have a shot.


Del Rio is the first man to make it to his feet, and makes his way over to his opponent. He slowly drags him to his feet, trash talking him the entire way up. Then out of nowhere, Alexander spins Del Rio around and hits him with the Lumbar Check! Cedric is still recovering from the damage already suffered during the match and takes a moment to throw an arm over Del Rio so the referee can count it out.


1...2...3...NO KICKOUT!


MAURO RANALLO: That was extremely close.


Cedric absolutely can't believe it. The look in his eyes says it all...frustration. Del Rio rolls himself out of the ring and to the floor, trying to escape. Alexander watches him for a moment and then slips out of the ring in pursuit of him. Alberto notices and starts to run laps around the ring, and then in a split second slips back into the ring trying to get one step ahead of Cedric, but he has such speed that he slips into the ring right between the legs of Del Rio, but the moment he gets up Del Rio is waiting and hits him with a Backstabber! Then immediately grabs a hold of Alexanders arm and locks in the Cross Armbreaker in the center of the ring! Cedric Alexander screams in pain and tries valiantly to get to the ropes, but finally gives in and taps out!


DING! DING! DING!




HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ALBERTO DEL RIO!



The scene opens on Braun pacing back and forth looking flustered, Simon sitting there with his head in his hands.

Braun Strowman: I still can’t believe this! I don’t want to be associated with Team DDT, I don’t want to be part of Team DDT, I don’t even want to know Team DDT! I’d rather watch one of these fat lard fans stuff their face with loaded fries and a triple bacon cheeseburger than spend another second knowing the reality I don’t want to face is the reality I have to face. This sucks!

Simon Dean: Well don’t forget, Braun, tonight you get to channel that rage into pummeling Suzuki.

And that’ll only make me feel better until I get back through the curtain and remember that I’m shackled to this stupid duo. I want our freedom, Simon!

Braun punches a wall that has shelves on it as a bunch of things come tumbling down to the floor. It’s at this time Ultramantis Black enters the shot.

Ultramantis Black: Good evening fellow DDT alum, you probably are busy as am I, but I felt as if the sun should shine on you two given that you are on the fight to remove corruption from this company and incorporate it into a much stronger entity. In fact, Sanshiro Takagi should be out of a meeting with EC3 any moment now.

Sanshiro Takagi walks into frame with a wide grin on his face.

Sanshiro Takagi: How are my two newest signees doing? Good I hope because I need you two to wipe that smug aura off of suzuki's dumb face. Either way bigger fish to fry, at Summerslam there's a money in the bank competition. And I was like "You know what DDT did something like this before." So I had a little chat with your former boss and well watch your tapes Braun because thanks to me, DDT has a representative in this major match. and his name is Braun Strowman. Think of it as a little gift for joining the DDT roster.

He pats Braun on the shoulder before walking off.



Once again, the titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed that we already know is from three days ago. Larry and Kyle have entered the dingy, dilapidated apartment building, scaled the creaking wooden stairs, walking around the people sleeping on the landings and brushing away spiderwebs to reach the top floor, where a single door waits in a dimly lit hallway. Kyle is about to knock on it when Larry stops him.

Sweeney: Hey, listen pal. I know you put a lot of work into finding a place for us to live but maybe we should check out a few other -

The door swings open. An ancient Japanese man is on the other side. His grumble beckons them in.



Stepping into the two-hundred-and-eighty-square-foot bachelor suite, complete with a vaulted ceiling that reaches seven whole feet at it's peak, Larry is even less impressed than before. The old man points towards an ikea dresser with a scorched hot plate, box of plastic utensils and a green water cool.

Old Man: Kitchen.

He then opens the only bi-fold closet door in the room to reveal what could cynically be described as a urinal.

Old Man: Bathroom.

He slowly walks across the room, each step on the exhausted hardwood creaking louder than the last. He reaches the blinds and pulls them up, revealing the kind of stock "scene of a city park" print you might get at Wal-mart or Ikea for sixty dollars.

Old Man: View.

Somehow even slower in coming back across the room, he returns to hand Larry a brochure for some laundromat across town.

Old Man: No in-unit laundry. Rent subject to increase no warning. Utilities sometimes. Basement off limits. No police. Ever.

Kyle is beaming. He's never had his own place before. But Larry has seen enough.

Sweeney: Aha... ahaha... yeah. No. No chance in hell, bub. Come on Kyle! Let's get outta this dump!

Old Man: Friend already signed lease.

Sweeney: Come again?

KO'R: Surprise! He said on the phone if I signed a five-year lease up front, he'd throw in some coupons for the casino buffet on the next block over.

Old Man: Open twenty four hours but only good for three of those.

A vein pulses in Larry's forehead. He's trying his best not to lose it while he calmly pulls his friend aside.

Sweeney: Kyle, can I talk to you for a second... in private?

They walk over to the kitchen dresser.

Sweeney: Now Kyle... where to begin... this place... my god, that's the biggest cockroach I've ever seen...

Old Man: Wrong. That biggest bed bug you have ever seen. Mutated because we are downstream from nuclear power plant.

Sweeney: Well ain't that quaint. But sir, I'd like to talk to my friend here in pri - hey, what's this?

Larry sees a pamphlet on the shelf. It's an advertisement for some much nicer looking apartments. Real fancy stuff. He starts thumbing through it.

Sweeney: Whoa! Now we're talking! See Kyle - this is the kind of place we need!

Old Man: Too nice. Those A-list properties. Good part of town. You can't afford.



Sweeney: Excuse you? Do you have any idea who we are?

Old Man: Of course. You are Queer Eye. I have seen on Netflix.

Sweeney: Wrong! We're UWF Superstars and if you think -

Old Man: Oh! Shooters? We have Puroresu in Japan. Great sport. My Granddaughter wants to be an American wrestler. Right now she just manages property.

KO'R: Ewww... girl wrestlers. No thanks.

Larry turns Kyle around and whispers in his ear.

Sweeney: Shh. Kyle. Shuddup a second here. I have an idea.

Larry spins back around, repping that age-old car salesman smile.

Sweeney: How about this, sir? We forget all about this dump, you rent us one of these classy establishments ya got advertised here - something with a view - and we'll pull some strings and get your Granddaughter an in with the UWF. The finest wrestling organization in the world today!

Old Man: Hmmm... let us ask her. She busy evicting tenants right now. Just down stairs. Come see.

The Old Man leads the way out of the apartment. Larry breathes a sigh of relief while Kyle takes one last look back at what could have been before shutting the door. Revolution continues elsewhere.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...




[The Truth of reigns hit's when The Big Dog himself comes out from behind the curtains and lifts up his fist and slams it on the stage where Fireworks burst open and he walks straight down towards the ramp and climbs up on top of the apron and raise both of his arms in the mid-air.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.



Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!

Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Roman is the first to go on the offensive as he blasts Bray in the face with a hard right. Bray’s eyes close tightly as another one connects with his face and then his head rocks back as Reigns pops him one more time. Bray staggers back towards the ropes as Roman grabs him by the wrist with both hands and pulls, forcefully whipping him into the opposite ropes. As Bray comes off the opposite ropes, Reigns scoops him onto his shoulders and connects with a Samoan Drop. Roman stands up and it’s clear he’s feeling it as he heads to the corner diagonal from the downed Bray and flexes up and outward, emitting his war cry of, “Ooohaaahhhh!” as he sizes the rising Wyatt up for a Spear.

As Bray gets up, Reigns charges but Bray sidesteps and pushes Roman so that he collides with the opposite turnbuckle. Reigns staggers out of the corner and Bray acts like he’s going to catch him but instead lets Roman fall to the mat. Once Roman hits the mat, Bray hits the ropes and connects with the Running Senton, returning to his feet after impact and taking a moment before hitting the ropes again and connecting with another Running Senton. After the second one connects, Bray sits Roman up and delivers a Headbutt to knock him back down, laughing and clapping.

While this is going on, Reigns sits up on his own this time and climbs to his feet as he decks Bray in the face again. Roman stomps on Bray’s foot now and raises his leg, driving the side of his knee into the abdomen of the Funhouse owner. Reigns does a Hip Toss now as Wyatt hits his tailbone hard and stands up out of instinct, turning and hitting Roman with the Jump Scare Clothesline, taking the, “Big Dog” down as he was looking to follow up on the Hip Toss. Bray looks down at Roman with no smile as he seizes his throat with both hands and lifts him from the mat, setting him on his feet but when he lets go, Roman connects with a Headbutt of his own, bending down after impact and putting Bray on his shoulders, connecting with another Samoan Drop.

Tom Phillips: You think Bray’s still having fun?

Mauro Ranallo: It’s hard to imagine what’s going through that twisted head. Bray’s an enigma I don’t have a lot of interest in trying to figure out.

Corey Graves: As long as he neuters the, “Big Dog”, he’s okay in my book!

Bray is up holding his back as Roman heads to the ropes behind him, coming off and going for a Spear that way but Bray manages to turn around and get his knee up, hitting Roman in the jaw and putting him in a seated position. As Roman plants his hands at his sides and starts to climb to his feet, Bray charges him and hits him in the chest with his shoulder, knocking him back down. Bray grabs two fistfuls of Roman’s hair now and pulls him to his feet.

”Let’s play, Roman!” he says in his Fiend voice before planting him hard with a Uranage. As Bray gets up after planting him, he hits the ropes and connects with a Running Senton. Bray starts circling the head and shoulders of his downed opponent with a serious look on his face and in his eyes as Roman sits up. When Roman sits up, Bray is all smiles as he allows him to get to his feet as the two start circling one another.

While they’re circling, Reigns jumps up and looks for the Superman Punch but Bray grabs his fist and pulls him towards him, setting up for and connecting with the Sister Abigail. Bray crouches down at the head of his fallen opponent and shakes his own head, perhaps in disappointment but it’s hard to tell because as he goes for the cover and hooks the leg, he’s all smiles again.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!


The camera switches over to the backstage area where we see a familiar, frightening face



Money in the bank ah? we'll see how Strowman can climb up a ladder after tonight, we'll see how good the other participants will do once I get my hands on them, the briefcase will be mine and so will their souls.

Suzuki chuckles then slowly walks out of frame, the camera turns black once it realizes the segment is done and the show continues


The camera flashes back to life as it shows Spike Dudley sitting in a corner as he is strapping his tape around his legs. Spike is clearly feeling the effects of his Hell in a Cell match as he is black and blue all over his face. He also has a neck brace on and is struggling to move. He has more tape on both of his legs then usual..... showing that Shibata has done some damage. He has bandages on his head as well.



His taping gets interrupted as Stacy walks out of the shower area of the lockeroom in a bath robe. Spike stops, surveying his women and liking what he sees as a smile etches across his face.... unfortunately for him, it appears he can't even smile without hurting himself. Stacy begins to walk over to him.



She kisses Spike very gently on the head before planting herself next to him. Spike has stopped taping now and Stacy has his full attention now.

Stacy: I still haven't heard back from Bubba & D-Von yet. Last I heard, that car was still going with D-Von on the front of it and Bubba was still out after the Tyre Iron Attack. I think Undisputed Era might be a big problem for us.

Spike: .............

Stacy: Oh sorry sweetheart, I'm sorry. We can worry about your brothers later. How are you feeling now?

Spike tries to clear his throat.... really struggling but still soliders through.... his voice is cracking and squeaking though as it's also husky from having Shibata choke him out last night.

Spike: I'm still in hell to be honest. I'm hurting everywhere and I have nothing to show for it. Absolutely nothing.

Stacy: I know darling but you put up a great fight. Shibata was scared.... he knew you weren't that far off of beating him and I know that next time..... you will get him.

Spike: That's the thing Stace...... I'm not sure I will. That guy is good..... way to good for me. I couldn't help him and I couldn't beat him. That is all on me.

Stacy: No.... it wasn't on you. You put it on yourself and Ikemen pressured you into helping him. Nothing was on you.... you did your best and unfortunately..... you thought your best required one more big move.

Spike: That's the thing Stacy.... once upon my best was enough for anyone but now it isn't. My judgement cost me last night because I thought I needed more. I didn't learn from my last Hell in the Cell and did exactly the same thing that made me lose last time.

Stacy: STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!!

Spike seems startled at this sudden outburst from Stacy but Stacy has a somewhat of an angry look on her face. Spike shrivels up like a little lapdog as Stacy seems a little upset.

Stacy: Stop it. We are not going down that road again. We are not stepping away from UWF again. This place needs us. The Niece & Nephews of Dudleyville need us. We are not finished in UWF just yet and we are not going missing like we did last time.

Spike: But what's next? I've always had something to fight for. I've always had a purpose but I can't go after Shibata anymore. I'm in his rear view mirror and I accept that. Do I just join Ikemen & help him produce jackets. Do I go after Curtis Axel & his title? I beat Brock before.... should I try to beat him again? Should I go after Undisputed Era after what they have done to us recently..... that's the thing Stacy.... I just don't know what to do.

As if it's destiny...... the lockeroom has a knock on the door. Stacy & Spike look at each other.... looking like they weren't expecting anyone. They don't bother answering however as the door swings open. Standing in the doorway is a very happy Ultramantic Black & Sanshiro Takagi. Happy about the new additions they won at Heatwave as Spike & Stacy look at the new individuals in their lockeroom. Sanshiro Takagi walked over to the two of them handing business cards and nodding.

Sanshiro Takagi: Ah good evening you two. It seems Spike didn't have a good time at Heatwave. Well no big deal, Shibata is a very tough foe and there's no shame in losing to him. In fact your performance is so inspiring I have taken the opportunity to invite you two to DDT. Now you don't have to rush into things like Braun or Simon, after all in the end they didn't get much of a choice in the matter. I'm just proposing to you that you think on it, and give me a call with your answer after all... You'll be in good hands, the hands of Dramatic Dream Team. Anything to say to them Ultramantis?

Ultramantis looks at Spike and Stacy and then shakes his head.

Ultramantis Black: Fallen warriors, but not far from redemption.

Sanshiro Takagi: That sounds like an Okay to me! Let's head out and get ready to put Cole in the dirt.

The two walk off leaving Spike and Stacy to be. Stacy & Spike look towards each other.... then down at the business card. Both have a suspicious look on their faces but that soon changes as a more curious look as the camera fades to black.


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



With the sound of a male roar, an intense theme follows as the crowd begins to boo the Simon System advocate. The, “Monster Among Men” makes his way to the ring with Simon Dean by his side with his gym bag full of products.

Chimel: From Sherrills Ford, North Carolina. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. Representing Team DDT and being accompanied to the ring by Simon Dean. He is the, “Monster Among Men”, Braun Strowman!

Simon remains ringside as Braun climbs up onto the apron and steps over the ropes. He throws his arms into the air with a roar as he then gets ready for the match ahead.


Ranallo: Team DDT's ranks have certainly been bolstered since acquiring the UWF's biggest superstar

Phillips: If Braun can topple the UFC Heavyweight Champ tonight, it will only further Takagi and Ultramantis' Black cause, too. Not to mention build up some serious momentum heading into that Money in the Bank match.

Graves: I can't help but feel like this whole debacle is distracting from the message of the Simon System. I don't know if you guys have looked around the crowds lately, but this people sure could use some coaching from Simon Dean.


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[

Chimel: And his opponent... 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.


Phillips: Suzuki and Velveteen Dream's cage match at Heatwave had an unconventional conclusion, but when the dust settled, it was Minoru who stood tall.

Ranallo: And with the former Intercontinental Champion in his rear-view now, The Wind finds himself on the cusp of world title contention once more as an entrant in the 2020 Money in the Bank match at Summerslam.

Graves: Minoru Suzuki is a dangerous opponent for any man on this roster, in a ladder match or otherwise. We've seen what he's capable of when he's determined to injure his opponents as recently as last week. He's already my favourite to collect the briefcase.

Phillips: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, though. First things first, he'll have to navigate the unique challenge posed by a living, breathing giant.


While Despy and Dean take their posts at the apron in opposing corners, the men in the ring prepare for battle. Chimel bails, the Referee ensures everyone's ready and then calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The competitors march forward to the center of the ring, where a tense staredown ensues. Suzuki is giving up a lot of height and even more weight, but stands before Braun unafraid. Heck, he's even smiling. His sadistic grin poses a challenge to the Giant, a dare to humble him. When Strowman just scoffs at the smaller man, Minoru reaches up and strikes him hard across the face with a stiff slap - less a tactical maneuver as it is a blatant insult.

His nostril's flaring, his temper rising, Strowman turns his head and scowls at his opponent like a bull at a Matador's crimson cape. Suzuki says something to him in his native Japanese, and while no translation is available, it's clear that its a derogatory statement. Despy howls with laughter on the outside, only serving to rile up Braun more.


Phillips: Suzuki might be playing with fire, here.

Ranallo: I think it's more accurate to say he just kicked the hornet's nest!


Braun finally retaliates, shoving Minoru with both hands, sending him down on his butt on the canvas. Suzuki looks up at the Monster Among Men, who is still stationary following the push. Braun shouts his own name the way he does and flexes his arms in, an territorial intimidation of sorts. The UFC Champ's cynical smile twists into an unimpressed expression, opting to no-sell the huge display of strength as he stands, walks back up to Braun and slaps him again!


Graves: The man is a lunatic.

Ranallo: No argument from me on that point, Corey.


Braun grabs Suzuki on upper arms, his massive hands wrapping over both shoulder and most of the biceps before he tosses Minoru into a nearby corner like some dirty laundry. The Japanese Superstar's back thumps of the turnbuckle padding before being driven right back in by a charging behemoth. Strowman pancakes him like a drunk dump truck driver did Tiny Dinky Daffy in 2019. He then clasps his mighty mitts around Suzuki's head before Biel Tossing him halfway across the squared circle.

A suddenly concerned Desperado hops up on to the apron, instantly drawing admonishment from the fans as well as the Official, who rushes over to shoo him off. Dean, meanwhile, claps and cheers his trainee on, pleased with the promising start. While El Desperado's distraction might normally afford his boss a window of opportunity to play dirty, Suzuki is helpless to stop Strowman from picking him up, flipping him on to the shoulders, and Jackknife Powerbombing him right down in the middle of the ring.

The turnbuckles shiver and the canvas ripples out following the impact. The grotesque thud of spine against wooden plank is matched with a horrified "OOOH" from the fans. Braun leans down to cover, placing a confident hand in the middle of his opponent's chest.


Ranallo: An emphatic powerbomb from Strowman! It might just be enough!

Phillips: The Referee is still distracted with El Desperado!


He sure is. Desperado is still hanging out on the apron, the Official threatening to toss him out, when Dean runs over to scream at the third man to turn around and do his job. The Ref spins and sees a cover being made so he slides in to count it...



1...



2...



No! Suzuki gets his shoulders up, at the same time wrapping his legs up around Strowman's huge head while pulling his arm across his neck. It's a Triangle Choke, and the master grappler has it locked in quickly and locked in tight.


Ranallo: Suzuki with the Triangle! Suzuki with the Triangle!

Phillips: It looks deep, too! Strowman is already starting to change colour.

Graves: The UFC Champ made a quick adjustment there. When he realized he couldn't match Strowman's strength, he took a hit, played opossum, and waited for his moment to strike. Truly impressive.


Minoru wrenches and contorts his limbs to work the choke harder. Simon Dean is reaching under the bottom rope, pounding on the mat as he tries to will his boy back to life, but Braun is fading fast. One of the Giant's knees buckles as Suzuki screams at his to just tap out. His face turns from red to purple. He raises a hand in the air, seemingly to submit.


Graves: He's gonna tap! Minoru Suzuki is about to become to the first man to submit Braun Strowman!

Ranallo: Unbelievable!


The hand Braun raises doesn't tap, though. Instead, he reaches around and grabs Suzuki before deadlifting him high into the sky, mustering all his strength to elevate the submission specialist before slamming him back down hard like he's Rampage Jackson. Or a bird cracking a nut. Either way, the hold is shattered. Suzuki is left sprawled out on the canvas while Strowman rolls a few feet away, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Dean and Despy offer some moral support to their respective homies. It's Suzuki that's the first to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself vertical before stumbling over to Braun and putting the boots to him. The Man With the Worst Personality in the World does a full lap of his opponent, making sure to connect leather with every inch of skin he sets his eyes on before eventually settling on Braun's left leg as a target to focus in on. He lands a few nasty, pointed stomps to the knee before grabbing Strowman's ankle, lifting his beefy leg up, and then smacking his knee back down into the canvas. The Big Guy howls in pain. It's music to Suzuki's ears.

Rolling out under the ropes, Suzuki reaches back and grabs that same ankle. With no small amount of effort, he spins Braun's body around and drags it to the corner before slamming the knee in to the steel corner post. Again, Braun cries out in pain, while Suzuki keeps working, wrapping the knee around the post and yanking on it in the wrong direction.


Graves: It doesn't matter how strong you are, you can't change The Wind. Suzuki is always going to find a way to implement his game plan.

Phillips: Not if the Referee has anything to say about it!


The Official rushes over and gives Minoru a five count to stop all that nonsense. Suzuki makes liberal use of it, not releasing the hold until a deep four count. Per the Ref's demands, he slithers back into the ring, reaching down and grabbing a writhing Braun's leg before spinning him back around to the middle and dropping a point elbow right on the joint. He grinds it in after, just for good measure.

Having leveled the playing field, Suzuki feels confident enough to get Braun standing again. He laboriously hauls the Giant to a standing position before grabbing the bad leg, tucking it under his arm, and going for a Dragon Screw. Strowman, however, has other plans. Before Minoru can twist and drop, Braun grabs him around the neck, his enormous palm gripping the throat while his fingers nearly reach all the way around to touch each other at the spine.

Suzuki's eyes bulge out. His air flow is immediately shot. Without putting any weight on his busted up leg, Braun manages to hoist Suzuki up and chokeslam him down with authority! From there, he makes a cover!



1...



2...



No! Suzuki somehow gets a shoulder up from under Braun's massive frame just in time.


Ranallo: A Chokeslam nearly seals the deal for Team DDT! One wonders how many more big moves Suzuki will be able to handle.

Graves: Or how long Braun can stay competitive with an injured knee.


Dean seems to be wondering the same thing, and he shouts at Braun to finish things off. Strowman nods, fights through the pain, and stands tall again, pulling Suzuki up off the ground and resting him on his broad shoulder, setting up for the Running Powerslam. The Monster Among Men looks to land his most devastating technique when Suzuki somehow slips off over his back to sink in a Sleeper!

With his signature choke hold slapped on, the half-conscious Suzuki pulls his arm deep into the windpipe to constrict Braun's air flow. Strowman desperately rushes back into a near corner, slamming Suzuki against the turnbuckle, but the stubborn grappler refuses to let go. Between the increasing dizziness and bad knee, not to mention the man hanging off his back it's getting hard for even the Giant to stay standing, and he collapses. Backwards.

Suzuki is squished by the falling Monster, with Braun effectively making a cover as he does so.


Graves: What the...

Phillips: Did Braun just past out on top of Suzuki?

Graves: This match should be over! Braun is knocked out!

Ranallo: I'm not quite sure that he is, Corey! And the Ref's gonna count it!


Sure enough, the Official moves in to make the count!



1...



2...



Suzuki wiggles free! He has to release the hold, but he manages to break out before Braun can put him down for the count.

The UFC Heavyweight Champ scurries up to his feet, a wild look in his eyes like he knows that was too close of a call. His cocksure, violent, playlike demeanor has vanished, replaced entirely with a savage, animalistic instinct to kill or be killed. When Braun starts to get back up, Suzuki runs in and takes out the bad leg with a chop block.

Strowman tumbles down and Suzuki pivots, grabs the ankle, grapevines, and starts to work a leg hold. He contorts the joint in all the wrong directions and Braun cries out in agony.


Ranallo: A brutal leg lock from Suzuki! Who knows what kind of damage he's doing?

Phillips: And if Braun doesn't tap out soon, his leg might be shot! How will that effect him in a ladder match in just a few weeks' time?

Graves: I hate to admit it, but that's a good point, Phillips. Suzuki is likely looking to remove Braun from the equation entirely.


The freakishly huge man has the constitution to fight through the pain and refuses to tap out. He also has the size to reach out and grab the ropes, earning a break. The Ref tells Suzuki to release. Suzuki refuses. A count starts...


1...


2...


But Suzuki yanks harder still...


3...


The Official shouts at him to let go. Braun tries to use the ropes to pull free but Suzuki grips tigher.


4...


Final warning. The Referee swears he'll call it. Suzuki doesn't care.


5...


DING DING

THE WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION...
BRAUN STROWMAN


Suzuki still refuses to let go. Dean hops on the apron but Despy slides into the ring and swings a guitar in his direction, warding him off. When the Official goes to pull Suzuki off, Despeardo smashes the guitar on his head, knocking him out cold. The crowd boos as Suzuki gives the leg one last, horrible twist, likely effing up some tendons before finally letting go.


Graves: Brilliant work by Suzuki. Even if it costs him the match and a hefty fine, he might have just taken Braun out of Money in the Bank, or at least hurt his chances.

Ranallo: You call it brilliant, I call it despicable!

Phillips: We need some EMT's out here!


Medical personnel and security rush to the ring as Suzuki and Despy head up the ramp. When a few guards hassle them, the Suzuki-Gun boys quickly dispatch of them before continuing up the ramp. The EMT's work on getting the Ref on a stretcher but when they offer Braun a hand, he shoves them of before slowly standing up by his own power. Dean comes back in to check on him, but his questions fall on deaf ears as Braun glares up the ramp at the man who just done him real dirty. Clearly unfinished business. Revolution continues elsewhere.


The Old Man precariously steps down from the stairs, his fragility made ever more apparent but the constant, perilous threat poised by the precarious staircase. They reach the entrance of the building where a woman is standing at the entrance screaming out the door. She throws a baseball bat at whoever she's yelling at.

GET LOST DEADBEATS!

Smiling the proudest smile, the Old Man pats her on the back and introduces her to the fellas in Sweet n' Sour Inc.

Old Man: This is my Granddaughter. Asuka.



Old Man: Asuka. These men are shooters for UWF. Probably jobbers. But they will get you job in exchange for better apartment.

Asuka looks at them suspiciously, but nods slowly, accepting the offer. Kyle puts a hand on Larry's shoulder.

KO'R: Larry, can I talk to you for a second... in private?

The Diabetic Dragon directs Larry away from the entrance and down the hall. He speaks in a hushed tone.

KO'R: Hey man, that chick's a girl.

Sweeney: Did you see the arms on her? The way she threw that baseball bat? That's Asuka! I've heard tell from my sources she's the toughest broad in all of Japan! What if we got her on our six? We wouldn't have to worry about anymore funny business from Hathaway or anybody else!

KO'R: Larry. She's a girl.

Sweeney: Ah, so what? Lots of people are!

KO'R: You can't trust them, dude. Like, did you know that once a month they just start bleed -

Sweeney: Listen, Kyle, buddy. You don't have to be her best friend. You don't even have to ever talk to her if you don't want to. But remember how it was when you had Mark Henry? Or when we had the nWo on our side? We were untouchable! Now me and you, we're a dream team. No doubt about it, buddy. But sometimes, just sometimes, sweet n' sour ain't enough. Ya need a little somethin' savoury in there too, capiche?

Kyle cranes his neck over Larry's shoulder and glares at Asuka.

KO'R: Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggh. Fine. Capiche. But don't say I didn't warn you about the coodies.

Sweeney: Great! Ahahahaha!

Larry and Kyle head back over to the entrance.

Sweeney: Looks like we've all come to an agreement here, then! Asuka, allow me to formerly welcome you to the ranks of Sweet n' Sour Incorporated!

Asuka: Bad name. Sweet and sour sauce makes you fat.

Sweeney: And you just remember that when you're cashin' fat checks, honey. Aha. Haha. Now, let's see about that new apartment, huh? We'll take the limo!

The four of them walk outside to find the limousine stripped of it's tires by the local hoodrats. Revolution continues elsewhere.


“....................ali………”

”...clue…….”

”He………..al…….need……..st……ve..”

Darkness surrounds. Voices try to pierce through it but it is hard to focus, hard to think, hard to breathe…

”...................-stay a-.............her.”

”........won……………...t………..”

”..............................t.the……?.”

More voices, harder to focus...won...won what?

”Isn’t it obvious? You succeeded.”

A voice finally comes through crystal clear, but...it’s too hard to see. Light surrounds him, but after a few moments, eyes dilate enough to catch who it is.



Curt Hennig: “You beat him. You won the Television Championship...I don’t like how you did it, but you won. I...I’m proud. You finally stopped being the black sheep of the family, son.”

The...black sheep? Memories flood back to you, senses returning. Metal is laid out across the chest, something is in the shoulder…

Axel’s eyes open, and the lights hanging above him blind him momentarily. When his vision settles, he sees multiple people surrounding him. Then not much is seen, on account of Luke Gallows running to him and giving him a massive bearhug.

Luke Gallows: “YOU’RE ALIVE, AXEMAN! YOU’RE FUCKING ALIVE!”

The hug is released, and Axel looks around. He sees multiple people looking over him. Gallows and Spears he expected to see, but then…

Curtis Axel: “S...Sis?”

Amy Hennig is sitting in a chair, tears flowing down her eyes. She stands up, shakily, and walks over to him. It’s almost as if the both of them had seen a ghost. She grabs his hand, making sure he is real, and he does the same. After confirming that yes, each of them are actually there, she goes into a hug.

Amy Hennig: “You...you’re alive…..thank god...you’re alive…”

She then pulls away from the hug and gives him a light hit on the head.

Amy Hennig: “You...you idiot! Why would you have d-done that?! Y-You...you scared me!”

Axel just laughs her off, coughing a bit at the end.

Curtis Axel: “Haha…..I had to do it, sis. For the title…”

Amy Hennig: “Who cares about the title?! I want you alive more than you could ever want some stupid title!”

Axel chuckles softly to himself at that.

Curtis Axel: “That’s why you haven’t been too successful as a wrestler, sis. You got to stop being so cautious.”

Amy Hennig: “Oh yeah right Curtis, you weren’t even employed by anyone for how long? I don’t think being cautious or reckless has anything to do with that.”

Axel goes to speak again, but just decides not to. His head hurts too much for an argument right now, especially one he probably won’t win. His sister is persistent like that.

Curtis Axel: “Regardless...I...I won, right?”

Shawn Spears: “If you call shoulder damage, being burned, concussions, and nearly losing your in-ring career a win…”

Spears hands him the Television Championship, which had been sitting on his chest but moved by Gallows once he woke up.

Shawn Spears: “Then yes, Curtis. You won.”

Axel’s eyes visibly light up. The Television Title, the prize he has seeked for months on end...is finally his. All the blood poured onto it, the sweat and tears thought to be wasted...have proved to be enough. And all it takes is two words from Axel to make more tears flow.

Curtis Axel: “I’m champion.”

His eyes water, not like his sister’s did but in a more manlier way. You know the type of cry, everyone’s done it before less you’re some psychopath.

Luke Gallows: “Oh yeah, even better, turns out that Havoc dude’s fucking DEAD!”

The crying stops. Everything stops for a moment.

Curtis Axel: “E...Excuse me, Gallows. Mind if you repeat yourself?”

Luke Gallows: “Jimmy Havoc. He’s dead. You killed him. Turns out that when you had given him that crown of nails and he pulled them out, he was losing an unstable amount of blood. Combined with the previous damage and that fountain of blood he was spurting after the Golden Axe Bomber, he ended up dying of blood loss on the way to the hospital. Something about his last words being ‘He brought down his axe of gold…’ before smiling and, well...passing on.”

Unknown: “Gallows, can you have some goddamn class here? We are supposed to be celebrating Axel being alive, not telling him that the man he beat got KILLED!”

With those words spoken, Curtis turns his head just barely enough to see the odd man out of the group. At first, he doesn’t recognize him, but then sees the clothes he’s wearing as well as the hair and a jolt of recognition hits him.

Curtis Axel: “....wait...is that you Mike?”

The man smiles, and looks at Axel.

Mike: “Please, Curtis. I don’t know how long it’s been since we’ve talked, but...I don’t go under that name anymore. Just call me…”

He steps forward, and the camera picks up his image much clearer.



”Tyler.”




Thin Lizzy’s anthem about boys being back, is blaring and the boys are especially back, the boys being OC and Trent? OC is on Trent? back as Stokely claps for his duo, the get to the ring and Trent places OC on the Turnbuckle, while Trent flexes.

Tony Chimel:”Being accompanied to the ring by Stokely Hathaway, and weighing in at 215 pounds that do not matter, they are Orange Cassidy and Trent? Hathaway Enterprises!!!”



SWEET N' SOUR INC.

"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The UWF Universe get to their feet to welcome the now beloved faction to the building. Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.

Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!

The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front who holds up a bottle of Gatorade. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.

DING DING DING

At the sound of the bell, Trent and Sweeney decide to start. Well, Sweeney decides to start, Cassidy decides to roll out of the ring and just lie down.

Corey Graves: “Real smart by Orange Cassidy, real smart.”

Despite the sarcastic comment from the peanut gallery known as commentary, Trent is more than happy to start this matchup. He walks up to Sweeney, who begins badmouthing him, but he decides to take the route a lot of people would and just full-on pimp smacks him across the face, the backhand blow causing Larry to stagger. He looks to Trent, furious, but only takes another slap across the face. He turns again to try and badmouth him for daring to disrespect the man behind Sweet and Sour Incorporated, but just gets a third smack across the face.

Tom Phillips: “The disrespect here from Trent! Finally someone shuts Sweeney up when he tries to smacktalk someone-”

The slapping isn’t exclusive to the ring as one from Graves ends up connecting with Phillips.

Corey Graves: “Y’know what? This is a good strategy from Trent!”

Meanwhile in the ring, Sweeney has had just about enough of Trent and motions to lock up with him. The two do so, jockeying for position, but as Sweeney slips out the back for a waistlock he ends up being spun out of it and faces Trent again, only to receive another slap to the face! You can audibly hear Stokely cackling from his manager’s position, and this just pisses Sweeney off. He kicks Trent square in the gut, hooks the arms and brings him overhead with a Double Underhook Suplex. Not done yet, he stands up and then connects with a Falling Fist Drop onto Trent. Even then, he is still furious so he grabs him and brings him up, hooking the arms to go into Mama Sweeney’s Secret Recipe!

Mauro Ranallo: “Larry Sweeney is not playing around! This could be a quick end to Trent and OC’s first match here in the UWF!”

Sweeney spins out...but doesn’t get to fall forward. Instead Trent keeps spinning, until somehow the two men are facing each other. Sweeney instinctively covers his face, expecting a slap, but Trent just looks at him. After a few moments, Sweeney finally uncovers his face and just like in Punch Out! On the Wii, he makes the same mistake as Von Kaiser as he immediately is met with a slap as soon as the opportunity is there! Sweeney is absolutely livid, starting to let his anger get the best of him. He throws a wild strike at Trent which gets ducked, and instead of slap he instead turns to see Trent running at him and is caught with the Bill Murr-Knee! Sweeney goes down, and Stokely begins screaming as if they won when Trent goes into a cover.

...one
...two
no!

Sweeney kicks out just after two, and crawls to his corner before Trent can do any more damage and tags in Kyle O’Reilly. O’Reilly comes in and gets in Trent’s face, but no words are exchanged. Instead, Trent is the one on the receiving end of a slap this time! He turns back around with a look that just reads ”How dare you?”, and he responds with a big forearm strike. The two begin exchanging strikes, eventually fighting near the ropes and just falling out of the ring through the middle rope. Standing up on the outside, the two shrug and rush back into the ring before the count can begin and continue striking away at each other.

Kyle, as expected, ends up winning the exchange and beats Trent to the ropes. However, a hand gives a poke to Trent’s shoulder, it’s Orange Cassidy! The ref, for whatever reason, counts this as a tag and O’Reilly is unaware of this! He shoots Trent off the ropes and leapfrogs him, and Cassidy gives another poke to Trent’s shoulder as he rebounds. He is already tagged in though, so the referee yells for him to get into the ring. Another rebound, another leapfrog, another poke. Finally this time Trent reverses it and sends Kyle running, and on the leapfrog rebound he ends up getting poked by Cassidy. Turning around, utterly confused at what touched him, he is caught off-guard by Trent coming up from behind and lifting him for a back suplex. Cassidy, finally, comes in, and gives a small push on the boot of KOR and it seems to give Trent just the boost he needs to drop O’Reilly. Kyle stands up after a few moments, more confused than anything at what happened.

Tom Phillips: “Here is the matchup I was looking forward to.”

Corey Graves: “What, Kyle O’Reilly beating up a Dude Lebowski reject?”

Mauro Ranallo: “You have seen Cassidy before, Corey, right?”

Corey Graves: “Yeah, it’s been like two years though...does he even do anything?”

Cassidy puts his hands up in response to this question from Corey, and then subsequently sticks them right in his pockets. This actually seems to affect O’Reilly as if it is a mental attack, and he staggers backwards. He moves to OC and tries to irish whip him, but can’t. Why? His hands are in his pockets! You can’t irish whip someone when they are almost forearm deep in their pockets! He tries multiple times until Cassidy finally just relents and starts running on his own. He ducks a swing from O’Reilly, then leapfrogs over him with a jumping roll. Getting to his feet, O’Reilly charges right into a front dropkick, and Cassidy kips up afterwards!

Tom Phillips: “Yes Graves, he does things. Real good things.”

Corey Graves: “He did a dropkick. All of that showmanship and all he did was a darn dropkick, Tom. What do you see in him?”

It seems Kyle is having the same question in his mind as he gets up, confused at Cassidy just...standing there. Not even menacingly like the Open Window Maniac, just standing there. O’Reilly walks up to him, and sees his sunglasses aren’t even off. He takes them, and goes to his corner and hands them to Sweeney, who begins to mock Cassidy by placing them on. Cassidy just shrugs, goes to his corner and is given an extra pair of shades from Stokely Hathaway. Kyle takes those too, and puts them on himself...so Cassidy gets another pair. Trent, wanting to fit in, takes them, and Cassidy takes another pair and gives them to Stokely. He then takes a pair for himself, and suddenly everyone in the match has sunglasses. Even the referee, somehow, is wearing Cassidy’s trademark sunglasses.

Corey Graves: “What is this. What even is this.”

Mauro Ranallo: “It’s wrestling, Corey.”

Corey Graves: “I’m so glad I’m retired right now…”

Tom Phillips: “Dangit, now I want a pair.”

Corey Graves: “No you don’t.”

With everyone in the match having sunglasses like they’re on the road to Chicago, O’Reilly just seems more angry at Cassidy than before. He takes off his sunglasses and tosses them to the floor outside, before taking them off of everyone except for Sweeney and tossing them out as well. He goes to lock up with Cassidy, but he just slips out of it. He tries again, and again, but Cassidy keeps dodging it. FInally Kyle just gives up and lays in a big side kick to Cassidy before following up with more strikes. OC doesn’t even try to block as he takes shot after shot from O’Reilly until it is finished with the Axe and Smash. He goes into the cover.

...one!
...two!
..No!

Cassidy barely rolls his shoulder up, and O’Reilly goes and tags in Sweeney. With Cassidy still down, Sweeney moves in and goes right into the Sweeney Stomp, strutting about his opponent while laying in some vicious stomps. Once it is done, he goes into a cover, cockily pulling his sunglasses down as he presses his elbow on OC’s chest.

...one!
NO!

Cassidy kicks out immediately, startling Sweeney, and he rises to his feet. Sweeney, a bit confused, swings at Cassidy, but it gets ducked and responded to by a flurry of blows! Being sent back to the corner, O’Reilly tags in and goes for a running big boot, but it gets dodged and instead he is swept off his feet by a leg sweep and receives a kick in the back as he sits up! O’Reilly gets to his feet and manages to grab Cassidy in a front facelock, and attempts a muay thai knee lift, but it gets caught by OC who gives an elbow to the knee and follows with a headbutt to O’Reilly! While normally nobody wins in a headbutt, Cassidy just seems to be working on an entirely different level as he connects with a superkick to O’Reilly. Running off the ropes, he looks to Trent, and as he is tagged out by his partner he connects with the Superman Punch which allows for Trent to come in and finish off with a running high knee, completing the Fast 5 Starring Bill Murray!

Corey Graves: “Where was this for the entire match?! Why was Cassidy just...doing nothing for the entire match and suddenly spring to life now?!?!”

Tom Phillips: “He’s trying, Corey. He started trying.”

Mauro Ranallo: “An impressive flurry from Trent and Orange Cassidy, now may be the time to finish it!”

Indeed it seems so, as Trent places Kyle O’Reilly onto the top rope and tags Cassidy. The two get in and...Hathaway hands them a trenchcoat? Cassidy is brought up on Trent’s shoulders, and he dons the trench coat. The two wobble for a few moments, Trent seeming unsteady.

Corey Graves: “What the hell are they trying to do?”

Eventually the referee begins yelling at the two for excessively using the partner 5 count, so Cassidy tells Trent to get to the apron, which he barely does, and Cassidy reaches down to tag out. The ref, for whatever reason, allows this, and the two get back into the ring, Cassidy still on Trent’s shoulders somehow. Finally, it seems that the two have it correct. Trent walks Cassidy over to the corner. Cassidy puts his hand around Kyle’s throat, and the Sweet ‘n’ Sour affiliate’s eyes almost pop out of his head. Cassidy looks to him, smiling as if to tell him “bye bye”...

Mauro Ranallo: “WHAT THE HELL?!”

Suddenly, Trent is blinded with the Green Mist! The stacked partners crumble as a masked woman is seen escaping the ring, the ref being kept busy by Stokely so that they could abuse the 5 count to be able to do their move! As Cassidy falls and rolls to the floor, Kyle gets off the turnbuckle and goes over to Sweeney. O’Reilly lifts up the blinded Trent, and drops him with the Insulin Injection before passing him to Sweeney, who connects with the ’68 Comeback Special! O’Reilly leaves and the ref moves for the cover on Trent!

...ONE!

...TWO!

...THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, LARRY SWEENEY AND KYLE O’REILLY... SWEET N’ SOUR INCORPORATED!”

Mauro Ranallo: “Hathaway Enterprises just got screwed out of a victory!”

Corey Graves: “They weren’t screwed! They cheated and all Sweet n’ Sour Inc did was respond in kind! That was a fair victory!”

Tom Phillips: “Trent got blasted with mist in his face!”

Corey Graves: “They broke the five count for a tag match and then some!”

As the commentators argue, Sweeney and KOR roll out of the ring and meet up with the masked figure, who reveals themselves...it’s Asuka! The three begin laughing at the downed Trent and OC as Revolution rolls on...



The scene opens up in a rather confrontational sense, with the Warhorse walking down the streets, to go into the arena. He has a case in tow, and continues to proceed to enter up into the building.



Warhorse: ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE I GUESS.

He walks into the hall, past a few UWF superstars, and through to the tighter hallways. He then eventually gets to a wider area, where he sees a producer sitting around minding his own business.

Warhorse: HEY BROTHER, THE WEATHER, SEE YA’.

Producer: You’re not booked to-

Before the sentence is finished he realises that Warhorse has continued walking into the arena with his case. He gets to the whiteboard with the matches for tonight written out. He scans the whiteboard for his name but can’t seem to find it. Frustrated, he walks back to the producer he just talked to.

Warhorse: THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE, PAL. YOU’VE NOT GOT THE WARHORSE ON THE CARD OVER THERE.

Producer: I’m sorry, there was no room for you on the card this week.

Warhorse grabs a bottle of water the producer has in his hand and throws it over his face, and whips his head around.

Warhorse: YOU’VE GOTTA BE SHITTIN’ ME BROTHER?! NO ROOM FOR THE WARHORSE?

Producer: That’s right, pal.

Warhorse: LOOK HERE, I’M NOT YOUR PAL, GUY, AND YOU HAVE THE COURAGE TO COME TO A DEAD END WITH THE WARHORSE, NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE ANYTHING STICK TO THE HANDY DANDY WALLS FOR TONIGHT?!

Producer: Hey, we only just put you in the Money in the Bank match, slow your horses around here, pal, otherwise that might get turned around.

Warhorse goes silent as he genuinely didn’t know and feels incredibly conflicted on how to feel right now, he’s not booked but he’s been given a massive opportunity.

Warhorse: HUH.

Warhorse walks off to the locker room in silence, still trying to think it over. He doesn’t really know what to make of it. He walks in, and heads to his locker, and the cameraman follows him, with the Warhorse suddenly turning around to face them.



Warhorse: THE WARHORSE IS GONNA TAKE THAT CASE AND REMOLD THAT SUCKER OUT OF RAW HEAVY METAL. WATCH YOUR ASSES BOYS, AND WARRIOR, WHEREVER YOU ARE, I'M GONNA SCEWER YOU WITH A BIG FUCK OFF SPIKE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, BOY.

The scene closes.


A vastness of black covers the screen as not even a single noise can be heard, Footsteps begin moving closer and closer as the darkness begins to reveal a singular person, Walking towards the camera, one who has been missing for some time. The figure unkempt but stone like face as he smiles towards the camera, He beckons for the camera to move closer with out hesitation it moves closer to the figure, Revealing the face of the man to be none other than Leyton Buzzard...



I thank you all for your prayers but my prayers are the ones answered, I found a new meaning. I found a reason to exist. I wouldn't of been able to do it without Sammy truly I would not have found my true purpose, To help guide everyone into a new aeon for those who just simply wish to belong and find meaning. He taught me to believe in him, He taught me the ways to slay the demons holding me back. My ego, My emotions and my freedom all of which just hold you back. I was in a dark period with blinders covering the truth. Sammy my closest friend just wouldn't learn he had to be punished and he had to be let go, He has gone away for a long time to learn from his misguidance and false godhoods. To find out what life really means all you have to do is Bo lieve...

Leyton begins to kneel down towards the point of view as it begins to move around as it is tossed to the floor, The camera bounces around as the visual of the camera rolling onto its sides reveals Leyton kneeling at the boots of a figure, The figure places his hand on the shoulders of Leyton who moves towards the camera lifting it up before facing it towards his leader. Welcoming expression on his face as it is revealed to be Bo Dallas. His smile almost drowns out the darkness behind the two men...

Hi I hope you guys are feeling better now that Sammy Guevara is gone... I know that I am he was just no fun. Let's net get hung up on that I am here to help you all Bo Lieve in me. I hope you non of you other big softies have anything mean to spread. I really don't like those liars and cheats who let their selfishness get in the way of their belief in me. Family are not needed when you follow Bo Dallas they just hold you back all you need is our little family. I will be making a visit next week to save you. I promise I will SAVE you and well you need to be save we all need to be saved...



Dallas smiles with his teethy grin as the atmosphere begins to turn rotten as he lingers with the smile.  The camera moves before a muscle on the face of Dallas moves as Leyton is back in frame close up looking to turn the camera off... 

The feed cuts as the power to the camera goes out...


Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman are already in the ring and are awaiting their challenger for the Intercontinental Championship.




Dvorak's astonishing piece"Symphony 9" is heard through the arena, which means one thing: WALTER! Fans start to hum along WALTER'S theme but he seems not to care about all this fun, as he stands at the stage, looking around without any emotions in his eyes or at his face. He gathers his hands together at his back and strikes a pose.

Tony Chimel: Making his way from Österreich, Wien, weighing in at 140 pounds, he is "Der Ringgeneral" WALTER!



WALTER slowly walks down the ramp as Chimel announces this monster of a man. As his theme starts to slow down, WALTER makes his way up to the apron. He stops at the apron, turns to the fans and gazes the arena slowly, carefully. He gets inside, stops in the middle of the ring and strikes a pose as his theme once again gets excited and faster. Then he takes his coat off, gets ready for his opponent.


VS




DING DING DING


Right when the bell rings, Lesnar comes running out of the corner, hitting WALTER with a running knee right to the chest! The big man is knocked back into the corner and Lesnar just starts unloading with punches to the head. WALTER tries to cover up but Lesnar just starts attacking any open spot of flesh. The ref gets on him for attacking WALTER in the corner but Lesnar don't give a fuck. He brings WALTER out f the corner and delivers quick snap suplex. WALTER fight to get back to his feet as quick as he can but Lesnar stalks him from behind, grabbing him in a waist lock. It looks like it's time for WALTER to go to suplex city but the pure size of the lad makes it a little harder and the slight struggle gives WALTER enough time to throw a couple of back elbow to the side of Lesnar's head, breaking his grip. Brock stumbles backwards and WALTER tries to go for Der Blitz but Brock ducks and pops him onto his shoulders! In a quick fashion, Brock brings him down to the mat with an F-5! Heyman is celebrating on the outside as Brock goes for the pin.



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WALTER kicks out with such force that he tosses Brock into the air and he lands on his feet. Both Lesnar and Heyman have a shocked expression on their face but Brock doesn't let it get to him. He runs over with a knee to the kidneys as WALTER is trying to get back and start berating him with side punches and knees.


Corey Graves: I can't believe it, WALTER kicked out of the F-5 at one!

Mauro Ranallo: He did make short work of Lesnar during their last encounter. Maybe WALTER just has Lesnar's number.


WALTER is fighting through the barrage of stiff hits manages to make his way to his feet. He uses his strength to just simply Push Lesnar up off of him but Brock comes flying back, jumping at WALTER but Der Ringgeneral catches him with both hands in mid air! He's choking the life out of Lesnar before putting his feet back on the ground, only to lift him right back up and chokeslam him right down on his knee! It almost looks like Bane breaking Batman's back but Lesnar is no hero and the crowd openly cheers his demise even though they don't care for WALTER either. Lesnar rolls off of WALTER's knee and falls face first. The Austrian simply stands up and steps over Brock, pulling his upper body up and placing him in a camel clutch.


Corey Graves: I can't believe what we're seeing here.

Tom Phillips: It doesn't look like Paul Heyman does either.

Mauro Ranallo: Brock has never had his offense so shrugged off only to be completely decimated here.


Brock is trying to pry WALTER's grip to free himself but the tight Austrian grip is not easy to undo. The size of WALTER also makes it hard to get a strong enough base to lift him up but you can be damn sure Brock is gonna try anyways! He puts his hands on the mat and tries to get his legs under him. WALTER realizes what he's trying to do so he pulls back harder but this allows Brock to push up with him and both men fall to their backs. WALTER however quickly transition from the Camel Clutch to a Sleeper. He tries to wrap his legs around Brock but Lesnar kicks his legs free and rolls backwards, pinning WALTER's shoulders to the mat!



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2 . . .



WALTER breaks the hold to stop the count! Both men try to get back to their feet as quick as they can but Brock stumbles over from a hurt back and the loss of oxygen to his head. WALTER comes over to deal more damage but the ref stops him because Brock has made it to the ropes. Heyman is trying to fan his client and it appears that the lights come back on behind his eyes. Brock realizes what's happened and starts to get angry. He gets back up like he's not hurt at all. Brock looks like a goddamn Terminator as he walks right up to WALTER and gets in his face. They're forehead to forehead, talking all kinds of shit to one another when Brock makes the first strike. WALTER shrugs it off and delivers a stiff chop to the chest. Brock falls to a knee and holds his chest, obviously hurt from the pain. WALTER laughs and calmly walks in front of him but Brock was only playing possum! He pops up and lifts WALTER onto his shoulders once more! It looks like it's time for another F-5 but you can tell he's struggling after the damage done to his back. This allows WALTER to fall behind him and grab him at the waist, throwing him back with the Österreichischer Suplex! Brock is tossed so high on his neck that he rolls back up to his feet. Next thing you know WALTER takes his head off with a big boot! Lesnar goes down and WALTER makes the pin.



1 . . .



2 . ..



Brock gets the shoulder up at 2!


Corey Graves: I was kind of surprised the first time WALTER won. It was a hard hitting quick match but it's like WALTER has just been preparing for this title match ever since.

Tom Phillips: Let's not forget, WARHORSE nearly beat Brock at Heatwave. Maybe people have just figured out a way to beat him now.

Corey Graves: Let's not count our chickens early. He still beat warhorse and WALTER hasn't defeated him yet here.


WALTER doesn't seem bothered that Brock kicked out. Instead he walks right over to him and bend down, grabbing him at the waist and picks him up in a gutwrench. He then proceeds to walk around the ring with a lifeless Brock like it's nothing. He then lifts him up, turning it into a gutwrench powerbomb but Brock manages to slip through and land on his feet before he can actually powerbomb him. Brock then runs right at him and tries t take his head off with a clothesline. WALTER stumbles backwards to the ropes and a running clothesline sends him all the way out to the floor! WALTER =ends up landing on his feet but he's stumbling around the place. Brock wants to take him out though and he hits the ropes, coming back with a diving plancha out of the ring! WALTER goes down and Brock almost looks surprised with himself for having landed that maneuver.


Tom Phillips: How many times have we seen Brock dive outside of the ring?

Mauro Ranallo: I think this is a testament to his opponent. Brock is going to need to pull out all the stops to defeat WALTER.


Not satisfied with what he's done, Brock picks WALTER right back up only to throw him shoulder first into the steel ring steps! Heyman can be heard cheering him on off screen. Brock walks over and grabs the steel steps and looks like he's about to smash them down on WALTER but he has second thoughts. He tosses them away and says "No I'm gonna beat your fat ass myself" before picking WALTER back up and places him on his shoulders once more. He struggles a bit but WALTER is out of it and next thing you know he's F-5'd on the floor! Brock falls back from exhaustion but realizes he needs to get WALTER in the ring. This proves quite a challenge as WALTER is not a small man. At a count of 8, Brock is finally able to get him up and roll him inside, the ring, following him in and making the pin.



1 . . .



2 . . .



3 . . .



But NO! WALTER kicks out yet again!


Corey Graves: A second F-5! WALTER just kicked out a second F-5!

Mauro Ranallo: WALTER may not have the win/loss record he may have wanted coming into UWF but he's always been close to winning every match and he's been on a strong string of wins lately. All he needed was some momentum and it appears now he may be unstoppable.


Heyman has his hands on his head in disbelief and his shocked expression grows wider when WALTER is already moving, trying to get back up. Brock can't believe it himself but he goes on the attack once more. He jumps on top of WALTER and starts hammering away with some side punches to the head. WALTER falls flat on his face and Brock stands up. WALTER tries to get to his hands and knees once more but Brock grabs him at the waist and manages to hoist him up with a deadlift german suplex! WALTER folds over but Brock isn't done with him. He turns him around and goes for a second deadlift but WALTER throws his head back and headbutts Brock in the nose! Lesnar stumbles away. WALTER gets to his feet and Lesnar walks right into a spinebuster! WALTER follows that up with a senton, all his weight crashed down on the abdomen of the Intercontinental Champion! He makes the pin!



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2 . . .



Brock kicks out! WALTER gets back up, bringing Brock up along with him. Brock is standing on his own two feet but he looks dazed and lost out there. Heyman is screaming at him to wake up as WALTER pulls back his arm and goes for Der Blitz but just like the opening of the match. Brock ducks and catches WALTER on his shoulders, driving him into the mat with a 3rd F-5! Brock is quick to place an arm over them, too tried to eevn hook the leg as the ref makes the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar!




Mauro Ranallo: He's finally done it, Brock Lesnar has retained the Intercontinental Championship!

Corey Graves: Mauro, they're tied 1-1.

Mauro Ranallo: Could we see a rubber match down the line?

Corey Graves: Screw that, give me a best of 7 series with these two!


Brock is too tired to celebrate as they hand the title over to Heyman. He comes into the ring and exclaim "I never had any doubt!" as he walks over to Brock and shows him the title. He's trying to help him up but Brock is spent, he's laying there on the mat not moving while WALTER does the same. The two gladiators are laid out and the fans give some appreciation for the hard hitting match as the show moves on.


The scene opens up in abaonded house where we see Erick Rowan looking at his mask" and he says you think I am going sit down and listen to y'all' talking about who the top monster" well I'm going to break that molded and be the best monster on the Damm roster today". Nothing will stand in the way of the power that I have over you all". I'm going to show y'all true horror when I turn this place into a Damm nightmare" come true. For all of you who think they can match my stregth that I have on this Damm Roster today. The Wyatt family now hold nothing over me I am my own monster now"this time I'm going to make my own path of destruction and take out who's ever in my path no One Is Safe from the butcher of UWF".  This my playground and my house of horror". I'm ready to butcher whoever gets in my Damm way". Because if other monster need to get there ass whoop by me". Nothing is ready for me in the UWF". 

kept me at Bay but no longer will I be contained by another person my path destruction will now be written in blood and by my cold dead hands". ya'll better be ready to face your nightmares against me as he points to himself". Still looking at half mask he grabs a sledgehammer and breaks a hole in the wall saying no more no more"over and over as he gets angrier and angrier". I am not the best in the world by will be considered the scariest monster in the history of UW of history and that is a fact that will happen when you step in the ring with Erick Rowan you will face your Doomsday"against me. Then he sits down and sings rock-a-bye baby as you see him looking into the camera with his mask on". Y'all will know my pain and know why they called me a monster in this business". I'm going to carve y'all up nice and neat and smash his face in with a sledgehammer and do wonderful horrifying damage". the monster is out in no One Is Safe from Erick Rowan The Butcher of UWF because everyone pays the ultimate prize of crossing Erick Rowan like what they did to me". As he looks a picture in the corner of what the camera does not pick up on". blood will rain down upon my hands in upon your face when I grab you by your face and slamming Straight to Hell and laugh as you make your way down there". I've done very bad things to people that don't like torment but it's always been the same it's going to be a fun time for us all as he laughs demonically he's holding his sledgehammer" in his giant sized hands.  

Then Erick sledgehammer gal once again over and over as laughs". the butcher is coming may God have mercy on your souls as he finally breaks through the ground and pulled out a new creepy mask from under the ground"burying his old Wyatt friendly mask symbolizing new Erick Rowan is here to stay and no one will control him". Burn family burn no more old memories of what I used to be this time I'm making my own rules in my own Carnage violence under my own leadership not he is". As the camera flashes give me a creepy way or round and round he laughs again as the fire burns the mask to a crisp as he says go to hell b*". This will be a new chapter for me Know own no more waiting on someone to lead me now" I take control fully and do my own new family of monsters like me". Then he leaves and says happy murder day to me" Erick Rowan the butcher of UWF". Now I'm going to travel to UWF to tell them about me". Because I need a new home to fight for not this" as you can see as the camera turns to house covered in flames as Erick Rowan sing the Firefly them in creepy way" with his new mask on his face".


Then he travels by play to the UWF headquarters to train and says this place" look not bad as he walk in a man says you can't be in here with a mask on" and Erick Rowan response by pulling" out a sledgehammer and the man says never mind" and let him in and Erick Rowan goes to the weight and life them training non stop until you see him vin's poping out of his giant arms of his". This workout is all I need to make a comeback in wrestling business" but with fear and muscle on my Damm side now". The Wyatt family said I was a stupid monster but they don't know s*" about me at all".

Looking now" I'm doing better than them and nothing won't change that now as he look into the mirror with that creepy mask on his face". Then he see the people who left him in mirror telling him to come home" as they Laugh demonically then out of nowhere Erick slams his slegehammer into the glass breaking and screaming like a madman". As the other people working out there looking at him and he looks back" they turn back around Scared of the weapon in his hands". You" BETTER turn around before you get hurt as he yells at them with anger in his voice.

The only reason I'm not going to beat your ass is because i have on this mask" and at peace for now but next time all hell will break loose on you and nothing is worse than me". Besides the Damm devil himself besides he the ultimate evil and I'm the ultimate monster who likes his pray Scared like you" as he points to them all in the room. Then he gets back to training as the other people do the same ignoring the angry Monster with the mask on his face. Then someone asked where did you get that stupid mask from"in Erick response in anger by palming his face with his hand and choke slamming him on the ground in the gym". And he responds with I found it on the ground dumbass"as a man is seen sitting motionless in the middle of the floor as everybody look for him again with fear in their face and they turn back around". And Erick says does anybody have something to say because y'all can end up like his b**** ass on the ground for talking all that s***" to me. and everybody else shakes their heads as they say no we are good and they get back to the training as Eric Rowe and sits back down and train

some more". And then he says I'm going to train and train harder than I ever have before and become a real big man like never before seen it in this division I'm going to run through". who gets in my damn way who thinks they are tougher and stronger than me". in this business when I'm factory is no other Man or Monster like me because I make people nightmares come true". no One Is Safe from Erick Rowan's rampage of Destruction that I will commit on UWF". I hope you all stay away from me because it's going to be a bloody time in hell for you all". and may God have mercy on your soul if you think I'm going to sit down and not let that happen I'm going to cuz I'm going to be a man can do it to y'all"not anyone else but me Erick Rowan".


This will be the rise of a new monster" in the Damm making. Y'all will feel the pain being called a freak and Damm animal who can't be controlled by nobody AT ALL". This time I control what I will do know own". This time no one will have my back because if they do I will Destory them all" and make a example of them for trying to help someone like me". I'm a Damm psychopath who loves to hurt people the last I need his help" or Damm friends for that matter".

Then the scene fades to old memories of Erick Rowan in the Wyatt family those where stupid Time low" for me in my Damm career. That will always haunt me for my hole Damm life". I will make a new history made out of pain and suffering. This time no even a mask will stop me because the devil will be caged by God or by no man either". The butcher is coming for body's and for gold".




THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY..

TYLER BATE!



”Tyler Bate”: Good evening ladies and gentleman. It is I, Tyler Bate. I have returned to the UWF. I bet you weren’t expecting it huh? I must admit, I know I’m a little bitch for leaving on such short notice multiple times but now I’m back, baby!



It’s not Tyler Bate! Pete Dunne is dressed in Tyler Bate’s gear. Acting as the real Bate.

”Tyler Bate”: Me and my moustache have come to conquer the midcard title scene. Like I always used to. I'm young, I've got a moustache and I have some cool tattoos, be afraid UWF, be very afraid!

The real Tyler Bate walks into frame!

ACTUAL Tyler Bate: Errr… Pete? What are you doing, mate?

”Tyler Bate”: Oh. Erm. I’m just.. *sigh*

Trent Seven shows up in shot too!

Trent Seven: Are you doing ANOTHER UWF audition tape, pal..?

Pete Dunne removes the Moustache Mountain jacket and fake moustache.

Pete Dunne: Listen, fellas, I was thinking. The UWF could be huge for us! Look at that tag division, with Yano and Ishii as champs, it’s slim pickings! Dynamic Duo aren’t shit, Dudleys are past it, and Sweet N Sour Inc haven’t won in months! We could really hold some gold, lads!

Tyler Bate: But Pete.. I did hold gold in the UWF? Your memory’s a bit off, mate.

Pete Dunne: Oh.. yeah. So you were. I just forget because you kept hopping in and out of the company.

Tyler Bate: A company that you’ve sent multiple audition tapes to.. AND NOW AS ME?!
Pete Dunne: HEY! I.. I.. okay, that’s fair.

Trent Seven: Oi, married couple, let’s finish this tape come on.

All of British Strong Style shrug at one another and face the camera. The shot transitions and cuts to a shot of BSS in their ring gear.



Pete Dunne: Boys and girls.. British Strong Style are on their way to the UWF. We don’t want to be asked why and we definitely don’t want to hear excuses from other teams when we beat them.

Tyler Bate: Former TV Champ.. Coming back with MY brothers. My boys. My family. 3 is stronger than 1. You may underestimate the small one of the group but just remember that my history in this company is probably better than yours.

Trent Seven: I really hope that every team in the division underestimates US. This isn’t a ‘WE’RE BETTER THAN YOU!’ promo. This is a Hannah Baker confession tape. We’re confessing to every single team and every single person that we ain’t here to be put down, lads. Yano and Ishii? Paper champs. Dynamic Duo? Former paper champs. Dudleys? Respectful BUT.. awful. Sweet N Sour? Can’t pick up a W any more. I blame that on Larry Sweeney’s Walking Dead gimmick. As for everyone else?.. Irrelevant. Useless. Undisputed Era aren’t worth a wank.

Pete Dunne: British Strong Style have arrived. Dunne, Bate, and Seven. If you count then that’s.. One to hold the world title and two to hold the tag titles. Three to run the company. We have not.. And I repeat NOT come to mess about here. BSS is our name, we put on a show, and we win matches. We make.. And break careers.

Tyler Bate: I know the taste of gold within the UWF. But now that I’ve got the lads by my side, I’m not fussing over midcard titles. We’re gonna top the tag division. We’re damn fed up of watching this inconsistency and frankly, terrible tag division compete. You wanna revive a division? Bring in the Brits!

Trent Seven: Watch your backs. We’ve arrived.

The trio leave the frame.. The whole UWF universe is in shock as British Strong Style have arrived! What is next for the British trio? The shot fades..




Katsuyori Shibata stands backstage at revolution, looking conflicted while staring down at his world championship. The words of Yusuke Kodama still ring in his ear. He conquered Spike Dudley, he vanquished the man that threatened the mindset he holds dear today, but was it all for nothing? Is this violent vitriol all really just a phase after the horrific months long feud with Vinny Marseglia? Shibata truly doesn't know. He's at a crossroads, and as a result he's the most unpredictable he's ever been.... what will he do next?




Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position. 

“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”

Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.




SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.



The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole struting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He gives zero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking and probably talking about how badly he's gonna beat his opponent.



He begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!

He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner.


VS


DING DING DING


Cole looks smug as hell as always while it's hard t decipher what exactly is going through the mind of Ultramantis Black. The two circle around each other before tying up, Black gaining an edge right away and going behind Cole to put him in a waistlock. Cole tries to break free his grip but it doesn't work, instead he opts to throw an elbow back at Ultramantis' head but Black let's go of the waistlock and dodge the hit. Cole spins around from the momentum and Mantis drives him backwards into the corner. From there he starts throwing his shoulder into his stomach, digging him in so far that he's lifted off the ground with each thrust. He then Irisih Whips Cole hard across the ring. Cole hits tyhe corner so hard that he boucnes out of it only to walk into a big boot from Ultramantis! He makes the pin.



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Cole kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Looks like Adam Cole should have taken the former UWF Champion a bit more serious.

Corey Graves: I hear that a lot from people who aren't wrestlers. If it wasn't for his ego, Cole would never be where he is today. You need that faith in yourself in order to succeed otherwise you're just a chump in the opening match every night.


Cole is brought back up to his feet and is placed on top of Ultramantis' shoulders. Cole realizes the danger he's in and reaches down to pull on Mantis' mask, moving it just enough to where he can't see. Black tosses him off and tries to quickly fix his mask but Adam cuts him down to size with a chop block to the back of the leg! Mantis falls to his knees and Cole finishes him off with a superkick to the back of the head! Black falls face first and now it's Cole who turns him over and makes the pin.



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Black kicks out! Cole leans over right next to him, grabbing his head with one hand and beating him senseless with forearms from the other. The ref gets on him for this but Cole backs away at a count of 4 before he's disqualified. After waiting about 2 seconds he goes right back to Black, bringing him up to his feet but the former UWF Champion falls back down to a knee, perhaps still feeling the effects from the chop block. Cole just smiles and looks around at the crowd as if to say "This guy was a former champion?". He goes to bring him back up to a vertical base but Ultramantis was playing possum, popping up and catching him with the Brainwashing Effect! Before he can go for a pin attempt, Cole rolls out onto the apron to make sure he's safe.


Mauro Ranallo: No matter what you may think of his tactics, that's a smart move there by Cole.

Corey Graves: People get their panties in a bunch when people get away from a fight but knowing your weaknesses and when to strike re important in a match.

Tom Phillips: Huh I thought you'd be all on Ultramantis' side Corey,

Corey Graves: Oh don't get me wrong, I think Ultramantis would win this match up 80 times out of a 100. There's a reason why he's never been pinned in a simple one on one match but you can't count out the smarts of Adam Cole. He just always seems to find a way to win.


Mantis gets back to his feet and walks over to the apron. He reaches over the ropes to pick up Cole but Adam falls down and hangs his neck on the top rope! Black retreats to the center of the ring, coughing and holding his throat as Undisputed Era leader comes back into the ring. Cole comes running over, looking for a clothesline but Ultramantis catches his arm and swings around behind him, placing him in a full nelson. Cole struggles to break free but the Great and Devious One hoists him up in the air and slams him back down to the mat with the Full Nelson Slam! He drops down and makes the pin.



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Cole gets the shoulder up at 2! Not wanting to waste anymore time, Black scrapes Cole off the mat and lifts him up int the air in a vertical suplex position. Cole howveer brings his knee down right on top of his head to disorient him and it allows Cole to fall behind Black. He grabs his waist and shoves him into the ropes, trying for a roll up but Mantis holds onto the ropes and Cole rolls backwards. Ultramantis runs at him with a big boot but Cole dodges and when Black turns around, he eats an enzuigiri to the back to head! Ultramantis stumbles over to the ropes but Cole is quick to run over and shoot him off. Ultramantis hits the ropes and comes back into a superkick that turns him around. Cole grabs him from behind, gaining wrist control and crossing his arms before popping his hips back to nail the Florida Keys! He stays in the bridge for the pin!



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Ultramantis kicks out just in time! Cole gets back to his feet and grabs the leg of Ultramantis. He spins around and drop down, ready to put him in the Figure Four. Mantis tries to keep his leg away but Cole is able to get a hold of it and lock in the hold! Ultramantis tries to turn overt to reverse it but Cole rolls with him just to the keep the hold locked in. Being the bigger of the two, Black is able to use his strength to drag himself backwards towards the ropes but Cole keeps the hold on until the count of 4 just to make sure he's dealt that extra damage. Ultramantis uses the ropes to get back to his feet but it's taking awhile due to his leg. It doesn't help when Cole comes over and just straight kicks him in the back of the knee which makes him fall to the mat. Black rolls to the outside and limps away, resting on the barricade.


Corey Graves: It looks like Adam Cole found a weak spot and is looking to exploit it.

Tom Phillips: Cole has already been announced as the #1 contender to the UWF Championship at Summerslam so a win over Ultramantis firmly puts Black into title contention next no?

Mauro Ranallo: I think if he withstands this, he could very well be inserted into the match ala Suzuki a year ago when he beat Neville and got put into his title match.


Sanshiro comes out and speaks with Black while Cole is on the outside daring him to come back in. Ultramantis checks on his knee and appears to be good to go. He comes sliding back into the ring but Cole is on the attack right away, stomping down on him and throwing some punches as he's getting up. Cole kicks his knee causing Mantis to fall to a knee once more but Black uses this against him as he headbutts Cole in the gut. The leader of the Undisputed Era retreats and yells at the ref, telling him it was a low blow. The ref is listening to his complaining when suddenly Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong come running out from the back. Roddy takes Sanshiro out with a jumping knee to the back of the head! Fish meanwhile has a lead pipe and smacks Ultramantis in the leg with it from the outside!


Mauro Ranallo: What the hell!

Corey Graves: The smarts of Adam Cole, he's going to win this right here!


Cole pushes the ref out of the way and moves in on Black. He jumps up to the middle rope and waits for Black to crawl back up to his feet to hit him with the Panama Surprise but instead Black rolls out of the ring once more. Cole looks a little angry, maybe regretting waiting to set up a finish instead of acting on it. Sanshiro gets up to his feet and checks on Black. It's clear he can barely move and Takagi slaps his hand away at Cole and instead helps Black up the ramp. A win is a win and Cole is somewhat happy to come away with the win even though it probably would have looked better if he pinned Ultramantis Black but he'll take it as the ref finishes counting him out.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Adam Cole!




Cole is all smiles as he watches the two leave and the ref raises his hands. He's talking directly into the camera and doesn't see that the UWF Champion Shibata has entered the ring behind him. Cole has no clue and when he turns around, he's headbutted right in the face! Cole is knocked out cold and lays there unconcious while Shibata stands over his body with his championship in hand. Blood trickles down his head, the droplets landing on the chest of Cole as the show comes to an end.




END OF SHOW



Confirmed for Summerslam

UWF Championship
Katsuyori Shibata(c) vs Adam Cole

Money in the Bank
Curtis Axel vs Brock Lesnar vs WARHORSE vs WALTER vs Minoru Suzuki vs Braun Strowman



Credits


Yano & Ishii vs Skull Club - Bodor
Cedric vs Del Rio- Cliffwalk
Wyatt vs Reigns - Dresden
Sweet N Sour vs Hathaway Enterprises - Leedles
Suzuki vs Strowman - Fauche
Cole vs Black, WALTER vs Brock - Danny

[bodor]

hey yo comment, not been feeling well lately so this ain't going to be the I-stole-the-format-from-Dres-then-Roach-tried-to-steal-it-from-me-but-failed type comment but don't cry it'll be back soon

Dres bringing in Foley for the tag division is nice, really liked Foley's time as commissioner on Raw, even nicer to see that Danny is finally gone never liked him, everyone in MITB will die

I like Yano and Ishii

BRey's awesome

Albero looks promising

hyped to see where S&S connection and Team DDT is going

is it just me or does everything Roach write looks weird? still good match tho

I'm all in for Spike in team DDT, make them the new NWO

always like when Fauche is writing my matches, good shit

the three part SnS promo tonight was and the fact that Asuka's joining are both chef's kiss, when we wrote the brawl I promised Albo more half-naked old Japanese men, you can consider this one the first

We're in Axel's head now? good, I super like Tyler, hoping he won't be just another character like Anderson or Shawn

good match, I like that SnS won with shenanigns cause I love em, Hathway Enterprises are cool too

That was probably George's real conversation with Danny with added italics, good shit

Jye bringing in Bo Dallas in interesting, Bo Rida segment or we riot

super really wanted to write this match cause ya know HOSSES but Danny's done a good job

Rowan if you're reading this please code, please

Pretty sure I know who British Strong Style is and I'm hyped to see what he'll do with them

a short Shibata promo? sign me the fuck up I very much like do more please

Cole vs Black was great, really don't know who to pick between half and Roach I just know it'll be a banger

wear masks and don't die

[Dres]

Good opening segment, I like how everything blended together to make it work. Excited to be playing Commissioner Foley and get the ball rolling with the Tag division. That Scramble will be fun.

Funny little promo with the new tag champs, short and sweet and enjoyable.

I liked the three parter with Sweet ‘n Sour and how Asuka was introduced into the fold. I’m looking forward to seeing how Fauche makes it work.

Curtain Jerker Squash Match means an easy win for the champs.

Still absolutely loving Rey’s Wyatt.

Important win for Del Rio.

Happy to be in the Money in the Bank match. Looking forward to it.

Hope everyone enjoyed the match I wrote. If I were to self-critique, it could’ve been longer but I’m satisfied with it.

I like the Spike promo a lot, and Team DDT showing up is an intriguing development.

Good match by Faucher here, it was fun to trash talk with Bodor again. The win came with a price it seems but that makes what’s next even more exciting to see.

Very cool promo from Axel and crew.

I enjoyed the match Leedles wrote here.

SHORT AND SWEET PROMO FROM WARHORSE.

Good title match, congrats to Cliffwalk on retaining.

Enjoyed the British Strong Style promo.

Short and sweet Shibata promo.

Good main event.

Great show!

[Fauche]

wadddddddddddddddddddddddup

first things first and that's Dres back in there with Mick Foley. Where the Snakebite Syndicate at tho? I likes Foley as the new authority figure in the tag division, and hoping to maybe see some solid co-promos between ya'lls tag teams and he. If this is the for realsies end for The Dynamic Duo, it is a very sad day. Danny played some awesome heels there who always found a way to position themselves on a perceived moral high ground while also having like zero integrity. Being a headwriter and finding time to be a successful tt'er is historically super tough, but racking up a bunch of legit tag title runs? Top notch stuff. I hated them. But I will for sure miss them.

idk for sure but I think I hate e-fed MITB more than anyone. what a day ruiner that thing can be. THAT SAID, these are different times. Better times. And I'm glad it's back. Maybe cause I'm not world champ, maybe cause the eligible characters are dudes who have never been world champ, maybe cause the other champs are in the mix, who's to say? But I likes it. It's been a minute.

Rey out here styling on everyone with his Bray promos week in and week out. Other Guys reference? Throwback content to his Tyler Breeze run, but what does it all mean?? Where is it leading? What's it all about?

Team DDT courting the crestfallen Spike is just another step towards Team DDT vs. Sweet n' Hathway Incterprises at Survivor Series for the very soul of the UWF. Also maybe Leedles is out here starting a stable so it can be a 3-way I guess. Also speaking off all that, big shout out to Leedles thanks for writing a solid match there and also shouts outs to Yolo his new team is very very good and I like them lots.

WARHORSE and early favourite to win MITB cause its already all caps. Jye bringing in Bo? But who bringing in British Strong Style. Reveal yourself. Secrets are for communists. Congrats to Cliffwalk for the big retain. Congrats to Half for getting his first one-on-one title shot ever maybe idk. High hopes for that thread.

Where Monster High at tonight??? Also very stoked about this tag team scramble. Maybe every ppv match in the tag division is a multi-team match, but also, the tag division has never been this stacked, or this consistently crowded, and there's just the one tag titles to win, and everyone in the same place at once prolly gives Dres a chance to see who's what and what's whatever. IDK. maybe. Anyway, I'm liking the chance to mix it up with a bunch of other team again - I feel like my dudes got little long-term micro feuds with pretty much every other team in the division right now and that's fun to come back to every once in a while.