Post by Danny on Jul 29, 2020 18:43:15 GMT -6
We cut to a bright orange hot rod, inside the car we see Orange Cassidy, and Trent? at the wheel, just driving.
Trent?:”So OC, why didn’t you get a Subaru? I mean seriously, just think about a bright orange Forrester, we could go camping! I always wanted to go camping you know, just being one with the wilderness, it would be magical, and I really mean it. We should try going camping one day, what do say OC?”
Orange Cassidy:”No.”
Trent?:”Oh come one dude, I’m tired of the city, the bright lights, the pollution, the loud cars, the rude people, the constant murders and riots, I just wanna get away from it all, and I wanna do it with my best friend. I mean everyday, we just stay in my apartment watching Fast and Furious don’t you want to do more, see more?”
Orange Cassidy:”No.”
Trent?:”Oh come on Orange, Sporange, Porange, Dorange? Hey why doesn’t anything rhyme with orange? You ever think about that, because I do, like all the time, it’s almost like the word orange doesn’t really belong in the English language, kinda like us huh Orange?”
Orange Cassidy:”Yep.”
Trent?:”Now that’s more like OC! You ready for Bert tonight? YOU FIRED UP, CUZ I’M FIRED UP! You’re gonna smoke that rich loser! Then Stoke’s gonna say good job, then he’s gonna take us out for Wings! YOU READY FOR WINGS OC! YEA WOO!”
Orange Cassidy:”Whatever.
Trent?:”Oh, come on OC, you’ve been such a downer today dude! What’s wrong? Did Fast 12 get cancelled? DID THEY KILL OFF HOBBS! OC be straight with me, you can trust me.”
Orange Cassidy:”I lost my car in a bet, when I was gambling last week.”
Trent?:”WAIT WHAT! You mean the car that I’m driving right now! Like this car? Are we currently avoiding some rich guy right now? Like a guy who has enough money to pay to put a hit on us, just to get this car?”
OC just nods.
Trent?:”DUDE! You gotta tell me these things! Shit ok, let’s just go to the Arena, park the car in a super secret spot and ask Stoke what to do.”
OC shrugs as the scene fades to black.
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, Cedric Alexander takes on WARHORSE.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Orange Cassidy taking on Alberto Del Rio.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Rey Mysterio colliding with Bo Dallas.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, Trent Seven and Tyler Bate will face Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.
Tom Phillips: Braun Strowman and Ultramantis Black of Team DDT will face The Dudleyz.
Mauro Ranallo: Curtis Axel will face Bray Wyatt in non-title competition.
Corey Graves: Roman Reigns will go up against Erick Rowan.
Tom Phillips: And let's not forget it’s Ishii & Yano in a non-title match against the Undisputed Era.
Mauro Ranallo:But first let's head down to the ring for tonight's opening contest!
The opening keys of Fireflies hit as you would not believe your eyes, as Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy is brought to the ring, by Trent? who allows OC to ride on his back, while Stokely Hathaway follows from behind, hyping up OC.
Tony Chimel:”Making his way to the ring, hailing from wherever, his weight does not matter, and representing Hathaway Enterprises and being accompanied to the ring by Trent? and Stokely Hathaway, he is Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy!”
Trent? allows OC to get off him and OC lays on the apron before rolling in, just lying in the ring with his hands in his pockets waiting for a bell
ring, or an opponent to enter, or whatever who cares.
Hathaway and Trent? stay at ringside.
The lights dim and the crowd looks on in anticipation, however they are soon shocked by Ricardo Rodriguez coming out onto the stage wearing a smart suit with a bowtie in the colours of Mexico. The personal ring announcer of Alberto Del Rio takes a deep breath as he begins to introduce the Mexican Aristocrat.
Ricardo Rodriguez:
Damas y Caballeros
Es para mí un gran honor presentar a ustedes aquí
Un hombre de gran realeza
Un hombre de gran honor
Un hombre que es mejor que todos ustedes
Albertoooooooooooooooooooooo Dellllll Riooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Alberto Del Rio’s theme song plays over the arena as Del Rio comes out in a $300,000 White Bentley Azure Convertible. He drives it up to the side of the entrance ramp where he gets out amidst a chorus of boos from the UWF universe. Del Rio does his signature taunt as he takes in the reaction of the crowd before making his way to the centre of the entrance ramp. He throws his arms out wide as his pyro goes off behind him before he walks down the entrance ramp to make his way to the ring. He climbs up the steel steps before getting into the ring. He climbs to the top rope, basking in the reaction of the crowd once more before he prepares for his match.
VS 
DING DING DING
Cassidy is leaning against the ropes with his hands in his pockets and shades still on. Del Rio is ready to fight and asks the ref to tell him to get out of the corner and fight. Cassidy doesn’t move and he could be asleep for all we know! Del Rio isn’t in the mood to play games, especially after his loss last week. He grabs Orange by his jacket and simply throws him across the ring. Cassidy however just kind of side rolls with style and lands like that classic Shawn Michaels Playgirl magazine cover except, you know, clothed.
Tom Phillips: How is Orange Cassidy so effortlessly cool?
Corey Graves: You think this buffoon is cool? That explains a lot Phillips.
Del Rio comes walking over and goes for an elbow drop but Cassidy simply rolls away letting Alberto hit nothing but mat. The former International Champion isn’t looking too hot here and he grabs his elbow having hurt himself. Cassidy meanwhile kips up and when Del Rio is back on his feet he gets taken down with a front drop kick that send him out of the ring! Alberto is pissed that he’s getting one upped by Cassidy and Ricardo is trying to calm him down. Stokely on the other hand is loving it and he Cassidy gives him even more to love as he hits the ropes and launches himself out of the ring, hands still in pockets as he takes out both Del Rio and Ricardo!
Mauro Ranallo: Orange Cassidy just took them out with style!
Corey Graves: Look, I don't like Orange Cassidy but who am I to doubt Stokely Hathaway.
Orange takes his hands out of his pockets and throws Del Rio back into the ring. Alberto tries to get back to his feet but he's clearly in a daze. Cassidy slips back int the ring and patiently waits behind Del Rio. When he turns around, Orange ducks underhim and scoops him over his back, hooking his head and dropping him down on his knee with The Juicer! Alberto's body goes limp and Orange Cassidy just falls on top of him for the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Orange Cassidy!
Stokely comes into the ring with a big smile on his face to celebrate along with Trent. Orange looks like he couldn't care less but they soon leave the ring, leaving Ricardo to check on Del Rio as the show moves on.
The live feed cuts to somewhere where Sami and Becky are in the middle of an argument.
Sami Zayn: I don't know what to tell you Becky. I tried, I really did but they just haven't called me back yet.
Becky Lynch: What do you mean they haven't called you back!?
Sami Zayn: I think they maybe lost my number.
Becky Lynch: They don't just lose their two biggest stars' numbers!
Sami Zayn: Oh you know what! it's probably the cell service around here. Damn Cricket!
Becky Lynch: Stop making excuses! They don't value us and are fine just letting us walk but it's time we take matters into our own hands. It's time we make them take notice of us again. Mick Foley is new so he thinks he doesn't need us but after tonight, they're gonna be beggin' for the Dynamic Duo to come save the division.
Becky walks off with Sami following her behind as the camera fades out.
The scene opens in the locker room, Curtis Axel smiling as Gallows, Spears, Breeze and his sister are all together. Axel smiles as he opens a can of soda. It is still hours before the show begins, the sound of the ring crew setting everything up audible. Gallows is seated next to him, of course with a can of beer in his hand and a few others scattered on the floor. Spears and Breeze are seated next to him, and then Amy is on Curtis' other side.
Curtis Axel: Man...not being able to drink beer with you guys has really sucked. Stupid doctor's orders…
Luke Gallows: Whatever, I am moreso glad you got us backstage tonight. How did you do it?
Tyler Breeze: Well, technically he got us in because of some contract negotiations. Axel only had a 3 month deal to prove his worth so now that it is expiring, they are giving him something more long-term. We got brought in as a favor, essentially, so he has people to talk over the decision with.
Shawn Spears: Yeah, and considering we are all Curtis really got…
Amy Hennig: Hey hey, he has family! He got me and mom to talk this over with.
Curtis Axel: Oh yeah because mom is the best advice giver when it comes to money. Her answer always is and always will be "make more of it" and you know that, Amy.
Amy Hennig: I never said she was the best option, I just said she was an option as well.
Gallows finishes another beer and cracks open what must be his sixth one as he chucks the box of them against the wall where the garbage is. It bounces right off the wall and falls on the floor, not even touching the massive trash can. Not one of those home ones, no, the full ones you see a school janitor uses. Gallows couldn't get the box into THAT.
Tyler Breeze: So Curtis...Money In The Bank, huh?
Curtis Axel: Yeah, going to be real nice to walk around with the TV Title and the MITB briefcase.
Shawn Spears: Curtis don't be an idiot like before Backlash-
Curtis Axel: What the hell are they going to do, get themselves DQed? YOU CAN'T GET DQed IN A LADDER MATCH, SHAWN!
Shawn Spears: But you can still lose it and I do not need you going all confident in there and having to watch you use my shoulder as a support for your drunken tears when you lose-
Curtis Axel: IF I lose, Shawn. And that if is not one that is a possibility so let me have this.
Luke Gallows: Yeah, Shawn! Think of the MONEY! ALL IN THE BANK!
Everyone stops at that and look at Gallows in confusion.
Shawn Spears: …..Uh, what?
Luke Gallows: It's called Money In The Bank, it gotta have a ton of money involved!
Breeze begins openly laughing at Gallows.
The hell is so funny?
Tyler Breeze: Moron, there isn't actual money involved!
It may be the beers getting to him, but Gallows just looks confused now.
The winner gets a contract...y'know, the one that they can cash in at any time for a world title match? The one that is basically a guaranteed win unless you are a certain zombie princess who got an axe to the gut?
Gallows blinks.
Luke Gallows: ...Axel never faced Velveteen Dream, did he? I thought he beat Havoc for the TV Title?
Curtis Axel: I did beat Velveteen Dream-
Tyler Breeze: NOT VELVETEEN DREAM! Jimmy Jacobs! I meant Jimmy Jacobs! You know, he won Money In The Bank and failed his cash in because Vinny Marseglia struck him in the gut with an axe? Like in The Shining?
Luke Gallows: What fucking briefcase was in The Shining? I thought that was Pulp Fiction?
Breeze just laughs harder as Shawn Spears seems to get more agitated with Gallows. He stands up and tips Luke's chair over, causing him to tumble forward.
Shawn Spears: You're drunk, Gallows. Go home.
Gallows stands, furious, and Amy stands up to hold him off.
Luke Gallows: I AIN'T DRUNK YET BECAUSE I DON'T THINK AMY IS HOT YET!
He is promptly slapped by Amy who then leads him out of the room.
Amy Hennig: I…..I am going to make sure this guy doesn't get into a car accident.
Shawn Spears: Don't pay for gas, he'll never pay you back!
Spears' call is unheard as she leaves, closing the door behind her. With two of the five gone, Spears and Breeze pull their chairs in closer to Axel.
Tyler Breeze: For the record, I think you would make for a hell of a Mr. Money In The Bank, Curtis. I know you'll win that match. Shawn over here may be all negativity, but I know you Curtis. Compared to the others in that match, you got this in the bag.
A few moments pass of silence, Spears then giving a slight chuckle.
Shawn Spears: So...with the others gone…..are we allowed to, y'know, discuss that?
Curtis Axel: What is there to discuss?
Axel smirks, and the camera cuts elsewhere...
The scene opens on Braun Strowman sitting there taping up his leg as Simon Dean is there with him.
Braun Strowman: Stupid leg, heal up already!
Simon Dean: Patience, Braun. Patience and tender, loving care. That’s what the doctor said.
The doctor can get these hands too! I’m ready to be healed up so I don’t have a target on me when I go to whoop some ass!
Well target or not, at least tonight you have someone watching your back in the match. We may not like him, but there’s no denying that we could use an ally right now.
Only one thing’s for sure and that’s those Dudleyz are going down!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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 Revolution's most affable rogues, misfits and scoundrels. Larry Sweeney, Kyle O'Reilly and the Slumlord Asuka 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... accompanied by Asuka... 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. Asuka follows them in, scanning the arena with an unknowable danger in his aura. 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 holding up their nsulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
British Strong Style come out without fanfare and rush the ring.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of British Strong Style it is decided that Tyler Bate will start the match as Trent Seven steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. In the corner of Sweet ‘n Sour Inc., it is decided that Larry Sweeney will start the match as Kyle O’Reilly steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Larry and Tyler approach each other as Larry connects with a punch, then another, then another before dropping the Bionic Elbow on his head, knocking him to the mat. Bate gets up dizzily as Sweeney grabs him with his back turned to him and connects with Mama Sweeney’s Secret Recipe, then goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.!
Larry and Kyle shrug at each other about how quickly it was over before heading to the back with Asuka. As Pete Dunne joins Bate and Seven in the ring, suddenly Pete is drilled in the back of the head with a Helluva Kick!
Tom Phillips: That’s the Dynamic Duo!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, what are they doing here?
Corey Graves: Whatever they damn well please!
They both have steel chairs now as they level the other two members of British Strong Style, Becky applying the Disarmer using the chair to Trent Seven as Sami hits a Blue Thunder Bomb on Tyler on the chair he was using. Becky appears to break the arm of Seven with one last wrenching on the hold as she releases it and the Dynamic Duo leave and exit through the crowd.
We enter the Firefly Funhouse as Bray Wyatt is busy slashing his paintbrush unto a canvas when he notices the camera.
Bray Wyatt: Welcome everyone, to my Firefly Funhouse. I'm just doing a bit of touch up work on my painting, ya know my fireflies...Art... is truly in the eye of the beholder, some people appreciate the feelings invoked off the colors spread by the brush strokes on a canvas and some just see paint and paper. And it is in this medium, a lot of Truly Great things....hide behind their own true meanings from the less imaginative eyes witnessing them. How tragic to think about, something so great and deep, looking someone in the face and lo and behold they are still unable to truly Witness or recognize it.
From behind the T.V pops up a familiar Peacock.
Breezy The Peacock: Why would you waste your time with paint, when the truest purest and most beautiful work of art is already framed and presented right here.
The Bird head looks back at its mirrored circles on its tail.
Bray Wyatt: Ohhh Breezy *Trumpet sound* You’re always such a lustful ole bird, and yet it’s that preservation of your own outer appearance that’s brought you success in the past. A shining example that even the biggest wrongs, can have it’s positive results. Things people would describe as downright Sinful, it can bring about success. It’s just like this painting, the inspiration can be Painful but in the right eye…at the right time, it can result in True...unadulterated...Perfection.
Suddenly the whinnying of a horse is heard and Bray throws his brush and easel into the air, he grabs his beret with both hands as if worried.
Yowie Wowie, I shouldn’t have said that word. You better get outta here Breezy, you know how destructive this guy gets when he's spooked.
Breezy goes back down behind the TV and Bray turns around as a Horse head pops into screen.
Well if it isn’t my favorite prideful stallion, My fireflies please welcome to the Funhouse….Rhodey The Horse! *yaaaay*
Rhodey The Horse: *Whinny* How dare you even let that word cross your mind, let alone your lips. Perfection was realized along the crossroads of UWF long ago, and no one has ever even sniffed my level since then.
Bray Wyatt: Whoa-oooh hold on there partner, nobody is questioning you Rhodey. I know how touchy you get with that, which is why I want you to not hold a grudge against my opponent tonight. Ya see, no one is trying to offend you, Especially not my new friend Curtis Axel, he’s just trying to attain his own bit of Perfection because as he stated, perfection does not have to be perfect.
Rhodey The Horse: Yes, it does, that’s what the word means. Words have meaning, and I achieved it. No one in history has had the longevity and cross company success that I have, I am the one untouchable jewel atop them all. Even the few names people think so highly of in history, all of them FELL to me. And there is nothing-
Bray Wyatt: Whoa, Whoaaaaa it’s okay Rhodey. We all know how Prideful you are, there’s no need to…have a long face Hahahahaha, We all know how you are truly the…Mane, Event. Hehhahaha, just try and remain Stable. Haha
*Whinny*
A loud sound of clopping hooves is heard, as Wyatt puts his hands up trying to retain calmness as he catches his breath from his fit of laughter as Rhodey backs away off screen
Ohhh Rhodey I’m just attempting to show you that even in your Perfection, you are still susceptible to something. So much Pride built inside you, that disrespect can cloud your focus.
Rhodey pops back in, this time looking entirely different, truly Grotesque.
Rhodey The Horse: Are you...Making fun of me, You dare laugh in MY Face, I'm not the Freak here. I will not allow you to laugh at me, after being surrounded by the jealous that harbored in the hideous faces of everyone around me throughout my entire career, hide your hideousness...Conceal your repugnance all you want but I will expose your deficiency of desirability to the world and show the true UGLINESS of what you are for everyone to see.
Bray Wyatt: Oh ho ho, no need to get all Grotesque on me there Rhodey, because what you may consider a Nightmare I consider an opportunity to fulfill a dream. You changed so much, to adapt but why did you have to change for everyone else. You were the White, the Black, the Red and The Pale Horse and yet Apocalypse itself was heralded and shifted to view others as UWFs takeover. All you achieved, forgotten and overlooked...
Wyatt turns to the camera and starts talking out-loud to the house as Rhodey backs away again.
That’s why I’ve invited all of you into my Funhouse, to learn from each of your failures and seeing the ones I myself harbored in all my past dwellings. Knowing that intelligence is important but no matter how smart I get the envious search for more can be my own downfall, recognizing the ever desire of More and More possessions can consume my own happiness. Conformity and comfort can easily turn great talent into laziness, being quick to anger can set fire to my own home, and even the worriment of my own lustful visage to the outside world will never be fully realized if left unchecked. Wanting will always leave me wanting, so I must only set goals to accomplish and not worry about what i cannot take with me. And You, Rhodey…the Pride of this house, were absolutely Perfect and even in that Perfection your pride drove you away from your own goals. My Seven new friends, all are eternal lessons I must keep in my own home to spread my own visage further. And in my Firefly Funhouse, all of us will be able to shut away all those bad things from the outside world….and have Fun….Forever…and so can all of you if you join us.
Wyatt extends his arms with a wide smile on his face, as his puppets slowly start to pop up in random places. As you hear multiple voices repeat “Join Us”.
The camera refocuses on Wyatt himself.
And Remember my little fireflies, I will ALWAYS light the way…and all you have to do….Is-
There is a loud thud noise that repeats three times, seeming shaking the foundation of the entire house, all the puppets begin to shake as each one ducks behind all the furniture hiding away. Bray looks around for a moment before he realizes and looks at the camera.
Oh…I’m sorry my Fireflies but, it appears I’ve been a bit of a f̶̖̍i̶̝͝bber Hahahha
Brays laugh cuts away as static starts to hit the screen, and he turns coldly serious speaking in a low tone.
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The static takes over and Bray disappears.
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Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
All you have to do is BOLIEVE!
The crowd goes quiet as they all clamor to get a look at the leader. Bo Dallas walks down to the ring as the lights only reveal the ramp and the ring as the stadium begins to fade to black. Dallas walks out first with his smile plastered on. He slowly moves to the ring as out comes Leyton Buzzard following behind. Leyton expressionless, They move to the ring. Dallas stops as he points to the ring Leyton Buzzard moves towards the ring moving to the center of the ring as Dallas stays unmoved, Leyton kneels down towards Bo Dallas as he finally moves in reaction to his follower...
Dallas moves forwards arms out as he climbs up the stairs arms out. Climbing up the steel stairs as he enters the ring he places his thumb on the forehead of Leyton who gets to his feet as the two hug before Leyton exits the ring...
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
Fans in the arena are excited as UWF's resident superhero Rey Mysterio comes out. Mysterio comes out wearing his traditional superhero cape but he ditches it and he throws it to the side and he makes his way down to the ring.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Mysterio rolls in the ring and he rises to the top rope and raises his hands as flashbulbs hit as he poses on the top rope. Mysterio jumps down and he takes off his shirt ready to stop whatever villain comes his way.
DING DING DING!
As the bell rings the Boliever and UWF's superhero march to the center of the ring and meet in a collar and elbow tie-up, Mysterio is smol and Bo is kinda thicc so initially, he gets the upper hand with a headlock, being smol actually helps Mysterio here as he wiggles his little head free and pushes Bo into the ropes, the leader rebounds and Mysterio leapfrogs over him, Bo again rebounds and Rey this time tries to trip him but Bo jumps over him! this time he won't rebound and he slides out of the ring as he gets to the ropes, he gives Mysterio a death stare who in return tells him to come on stop being a pussy and let's wrestle! or something along those lines, Bo obliges and re-enters the ring, Rey is in his stance all ready to go while Bo just stands there, menacingly,
Mauro Ranallo: Bo Dallas is an anomaly, he's a vicious cult leader who's looking to make you his followers and you never know what he's going to do next
Corey Graves: I actually know what he's going to do next Mauro because I Bolieve in Bo, he's going to win!
Bolieve that! wait that's Roman, anyway, Rey again tells Bo to come on, this time Bo doesn't let him finish and yells at him to stop talking and start Bolieving! Rey shrugs Bo off and Leyton Buzzard's idol doesn't take it too kindly, he charges Mysterio and drops him with a clothesline! he proceeds to grab Mysterio's neck and drop bunches of punches on his face while yelling about his ungratefulness, after a few moments the ref tells Bo to stop but you really think he'll stop? after telling him again the ref gets between Mysterio and Dallas and pushes Bo away, in retaliation Bo stares a hole through the ref's face and threatens him with a fist but the ref isn't phased and warns Bo that he'll DQ him, Leyton is booing from ringside as Bo pushes the ref away and gets back to work on Mysterio who had time to recover and now manages to roll Bo up as he comes near him!
1...
2...
NO!
Bo kicks out!
both he and Mysterio get to their feet like super quick and Mysterio is the first to attack as he charges Bo and goes to drop him with a Gringo Cutter! but no! Bo manages to grab a hold of Rey's neck and lock in the Bo-a Constrictor !! Rey quickly runs back to ram Bo into the corner but the Bo-ggresive cult recruiter doesn't let go and instead keeps the hold locked in and starts yelling right into Rey's ear about becoming a Bo-liever! Rey grabs a hold of the ropes and the ref gets to the count of 4 before Bo finally let's go, Mysterio falls face-first into the mat and Bo's looking all smug, he starts taunting the crowd, saying that this is what happens when you refuse the Bo-lievers' call to join, they, in turn, shower him with boos but he shrugs them off, he goes over to Rey and shakes his head before picking him up by the mask and doing some more yelling, he then turns Mysterio around so he'd face his back and hoists him up to his shoulders for the Bo-Vine Intervention!
Tom Phillips: My god, first the Bo-a Constrictor and now the Bo-Vine Intervention?! Bo is ruthless
Corey Graves: Damn right he is and after seeing what he does to Mysterio no one will dare refuse an offer to join his cult, I know I won't.
Mauro Ranallo:Would you have refused it even if Mysterio beat him?
Corey Graves: First of all that's nonsense Mysterio would never beat him and of course not I'm not crazy.
That's ok Corey there's enough crazy in Bo for everyone, he starts parading around the ring with Rey on his shoulders, flexing his strength, when he finally decides to execute the move he stops and yells "ALL YOU HAVE TO DO, IS BO-LIEVE!" and drops Mysterio, but the luchador manages to land on his feet! Bo didn't expect that at all and has his back turned to Rey, thinking he's out, but Mysterio uses that to run to the ropes to get momentum and dropkick Bo in the back of the head, sending him flying into the ropes and in the perfect position for the 619! Mysterio runs to the ropes again and right in front of Leyton's terrified face he finishes the signature moves and follows it up by going to the top rope and launching himself with a Frog Splash! he hooks both legs for a pin
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Mauro Ranallo: That's nonsense ah Corey?
Corey Graves: I never said that.
Rey gets his hand raised and quickly leaves the ring as Bo gathers his senses and Leyton Buzzard slides in to tend to his leader, Mysterio celebrates his victory on his way to the back as Revolution moves elsewhere.
Revolution so far has been awesome, the fans are eagerly anticipating the next match when suddenly, an image of "Der Ringgeneral" WALTER appears on the titantron
When the
He is cut off by someone coming from the camera's direction dropkicking him right in the jaw! WALTER falls down, clearing the frame for the attacker to turn around to reveal himself
Suuzki pushes the camera away before picking up WALTER, gets behind him, and locks him in the Sleeper! with his last bit of consciousness, WALTER tries to fight out of the hold but he quickly loses it and goes limp, backstage personnel rush to break the assault up but that's when Despy comes in, swinging his guitar around so they wouldn't get close, after what feels like forever Suzuki releases the hold, only to spin WALTER around and set him up for the Gotch-style piledriver! Suzuki takes a moment to smile at the camera and then spikes WALTER neck first into the concrete! Suzuki gets up and leaves, Despy meanwhile lowers the guitar and as people check on WALTER he starts talking to the camera
Another obstacle toppled by the wind, who knows what more will happen as he makes his way to the top?
Despy leaves too and the camera slowly fades to black with the image of EMTs and backstage officials checking on the still unresponsive WALTER
The camera flashes back to life as it shows an image of a dartboard.
Actually it's not just an image but a real dart board hanging on the wall. In the middle of the said dart board, isn't the usual bullseye that is stuck straight in the middle, however it is a business card...... Team DDT's business card to be precise as the shot spins around, showing Spike Dudley in his locker room, about to throw a dart at the board with Stacy Keibler standing behind him, egging him on.
He takes his time, really focusing on the board, his eyes become narrow, all energy going towards the business card as he aims. He takes a deep breath, taking an age before he finally sets the motion off of throwing the dart..... but just as he let's it go, the door swings open and hits the wall with a loud crash.
This causes Spike to lose balance and concentration as he spins around to see what has happened. The distraction was caused by Bubba Ray Dudley bursting through the door. He looks towards Stacy who doesn't look very pleased before looking at Spike who doesn't really have a readable expression on his face. He looks passed Spike, looking towards the dart that has just escaped Spike's hand..... hanging loosely in the wall to the left of the board as the distraction caused Spike to throw it wide. Bubba throws his wrestling stuff on the seat, nodding towards Spike as Spike nods back. D-Von follows his brother in, also surveying the room.
D-Von: Yo guys, what's going on?
Stacy: WELL YOU JUST DISTRACTED SPIKE!!!
D-Von: Whoa, calm your farm Stace, calm your farm. No need to be all wound up. Look at Bubba and I. We have a match tonight and we are cool, calm and collected.
Stacy: This is more important then just some match.... this is about Spike's future.
D-Von: What you on about?
D-Von pauses, throwing his bags next to Bubba's and bends around Spike, looking towards the dart board as he doesn't take a seat next to Bubba. Instead he brushes past Stacy who still looks angry. He goes towards the dart int he wall as he pulls it out. He surveys the card that has replaced the bullseye now as he turns towards his brother and his girlfriend.
D-Von: And what is exactly happening here right now?
Spike: Well, I still just can't make up my mind whether to join Team DDT or not. I've done up the pros and cons, I've done everything I can think of and still can't come to a decision.
D-Von: Remind me in the future not to come to you with a life and death decision please.
Spike: Oh trust me, I wouldn't want you to. Back to my point, after everything, I still am undecided so I decide to make a decision.... a decision to stick a dart board up with the business card that Takagi gave me a few weeks ago. I thought, if I throw 100 darts and 10 sticks in the business card..... well that would be the gods showing me that the right decision would be to join Team DDT.
I'm currently at my 98th dart and I've hit the target 8 times. I'm not quite sure how accurate it is thought because I feel, sometimes subconsciously..... I've been missing the target on purpose. I think my hand sometimes just throws the dart wide so that I stay with the Dudleyz. I just don't know if it's the right way to go.....
Spike lowers his head, putting his head in his hands before he throws a no look throw at the board..... by some miracle the dart lands dead center of the business card. Stacy lets out a massive cheer, it wakes Bubba up as D-Von walks over to his brother.
D-Von: Last week I told you we would have your back 100% but things have changed since then. I still stand by the fact that we won't influence your decision at all but Team DDT has made it abundantly clear this week that the offer is only towards you. That offer doesn't extend to Bubba and I. So listen, if you want to make the choice by yourself.... fair enough but trust me. We ain't going to stand by and let our fate come down to a dart & a board.
Bubba gets up quickly, startling Stacy but she sees what he is doing. She goes to lunge at him, successfully jumping on his back trying to slow him down but it is to no avail. Bubba gets towards his little brother, grabbing the dart out of his hands before he can throw it to see if he can hit it a 10th time. D-Von goes to help his tag team brother and pulls Stacy off him, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her away from Bubba. Spike just seems helpless as Stacy kicks and screams. Bubba ignores her, tossing the dart the complete opposite way to the board, out the door and we hear a big groan. Stacy stops fighting, everyone having their attention out the door as a crew guy comes into the room. It seems unfortunately that he was walking past at the wrong time.
The dart sticking out of his arm, him winching in pain as a small tickle of blood goes down his arm. Bubba snots, before he asks a question.
Bubba: I'm sorry man. That looks like it hurt but I just have one question for you. What is your name?
Crew Guy: Stan
Bubba: So what I'm thinking should happen is you join Stan instead Spike..... afterall we have hit Stan 100% of the time when we went in the opposite direction to the board.
Spike: It doesn't work like that.
Bubba goes towards Stan, pulling the dart out of his arm as Stan winches in pain. Bubba laughs a little as Stan doesn't see the funny side. Bubba, without thinking pats Stan on his arm, Stan letting out a scream in pain as Bubba jumps from the sudden outburst. Stan runs out the door, Bubba running after him still carrying the dart as he seems to want to help. He slams the door shut behind him as everyone else left in the room just looks after him weirdly.
D-Von: Righto then..... that was..... normal. Anyway, so it doesn't work like that Spike. I get it, I really do. You are in a tough spot but I ain't leaving this decision that effects Bubba and I as well down to chance. Listen, If I was you, I'd go to Team DDT one more time and make sure everything is what it seems. Tonight, we are facing off against them and you may need to make the decision tonight. Who knows what is going to happen but rest assured..... we will respect any decision you make.... we might not like it but we will respect it. Go to Team DDT or stay with us, only you know the right answer but I may warn you.... pick Team DDT and you may end up on the opposite side of the ring to us one day. Tonight, we aim to show you and you possible new buddies that isn't a side you want to be on.
Stacy: Oh please.... there once was a time when that was a threat but now...... now that is just talk. You haven't walked the walk in a while.
D-Von: What did you say Duchess?
D-Von gets into Stacy's face, clearly not happy with what she just said and the tone in her voice. Spike gets in between them, pushing D-Von away as Stacy scowls at him.
Spike: Darling, listen D-Von makes a good point. We need to get the final pros from Team DDT's mouth.... I trust you to do that job so please.... go ask them a few questions to see if that helps make up my mind. I'll stay here and make sure D-Von is ready to go tonight. If he isn't, it ain't going to be pretty. Braun maybe injured but we all know how dangerous he is and Ultramantis is a Former UWF Champion holding the belt way more recent then yours truly so go Stacy.... go do some detective work.
D-Von stares a hole through Stacy as she goes to argue but stops herself. She looks towards Spike, nodding her head as she understands and kisses Spike on the forehead. She snarls at D-Von before turning towards the door. Spike turns back to D-Von as the audio cuts out. He continues to speak to his brother, making hand gestures but can't be heard as the camera fades to black
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Sweet n' Sour Inc. is shown heading down the hall back towards the locker room coming off their lopsided victory over the debuting British Strong Style. Charly Caruso meets them along the way.
Caruso: Excuse me, Larry, Kyle, Asuka - can I get a quick few thoughts from you following your match?
Mr. 12 Large stops dead in his tracks, never one to shy away from the camera. Kyle looks Caruso up and down.
KO'R: Who the heck are you even supposed to be?
Charly is taken aback.
Caruso: I'm... I'm Charly Caruso. I've worked here for years.
KO'R: Oh yeah? Prove it.
Asuka: Yes. Papers. Now.
Caruso: I can't pro - well, I mean, we could probably go find some who could but - that's not.... um... look...
Charly tries to navigate around the absurdity of it all while both the Diabetic Dragon and Slumlord mad dog the heck out of her, arms crossed, brows furrowed. Larry graciously intervenes and steers the ship back on course, calming down his companions while taking over the interview.
Sweeney: Relax... relax guys! Ahaha! We're happy to give Charly here an interview, aren't we? I'm sure head analyst Renee Young is just off sick this week or something -
Caruso: She isn't.
Sweeney: - so let's just give this rookie correspondent some shine, huh? Yeah, that's more like. Relax! Okay. But hey, in all honesty, there just ain't much to say when we do our talkin' in the ring like that, right?
We told Charly - maybe not you specifically, but we told the royal you, the cosmic you, the extensive, expansive, alllllllllllllll-inclusive you, that Sweet n' Sour was back on track and by God, are we ever. That was our most impressive showing yet, wouldn't ya say? Her Majesty sends her best and brightest across the pond and we show 'em why when it comes to Transatlantic grappling, still to this day, nobody does it better! Ahaha!
Caruso: So how does an emphatic win like that position you heading into the UWF World Tag Team Championship Scramble Match at Summerslam?
Larry lifts his hand as high up as he can reach and winks at her.
Sweeney: Way up here, darlin, way up here.
KO'R: Let's just say we've never been better.
Asuka: We've never been better.
KO'R: Amen.
Sweeney: Amen is right you guys! Hahaha! I feel alive again! Like I haven't in months! Hell, years, maybe! You take a step back, get a glance at a lay of the land and this whole division is like a topographic map during an earthquake. These other teams are all ups and downs! Inconsistency, feel me? But us? We're like a rocket ship takin' off from Cape Canaveral, a single, solid trajectory straight for the stars! We're loaded up on jet fuel, the whole world watchin' while we shoot on back to the top, leavin' all these bums in the smoke!
That's what, four wins? Five in a row? That's a winning streak, sweetheart, and that's exactly the kinda momentum you want heading into the Biggest Party of the Summer! Lord knows we've taken our share of lickings from the motley crew of world class jabronies in this division, but as they were all so keen to remind us once upon a time, the past don't mean jack squat! "What have you done for me lately" is the law of the jungle here on Revolution, and these days, there's nobody on our level. We're firing on all cylinders. We've got the lovely, legendary, lethal Asuka in our corner now. Sweet n' Sour Incorporated has never been stronger or looked better, mama!
Larry wraps his arms around his compatriots shoulders and hugs 'em in tight.
Caruso: What team do you think poses the biggest challenge to you in the Scramble match?
Asuka: Zero.
Sweeney: That's for sure. It's like they're playin' checkers while we've moved on to chess. Different pieces, more intricate rules of play - the difference isn't degree, it's category, and they ain't in ours.
KO'R: Except but also, we're blessed and highly favoured cause once again, we're gonna get the chance to fist fight the Undisputed Era. It's been real cute how they always run away or get disqualified or suspended or find some way to hide from us. But this match? There's like barely any rules. And I'm not even gonna pay attention to any other the other teams until I've broken every single bone in Bobby Fish's face. Roddy can get some too, cause there's gonna be lots to go around. Remember Aztec Warfare? I friggin told you that no matter what, I was gonna wreck Marseglia and guess what? I totally did. I was droppin' fools on their heads all over the places. Chaotic? Hectic? Hyperactive? Disordered? These are my kinds of matches. I got bones to pick with a few other guys too, sure. Like I'm pretty stoked to find Ishii's neck just so I can choke him out. And if Becky Lynch shows up, she's got another thing coming too. But first things first, I'm gonna ruin Bobby Fish's life, and by the time I'm done, what those dudes did to Mark Henry is gonna look like the diet coke version of what I'm capable of. I'm the kinda guy that could have a scary Netflix documentary made about me. It's effing real. Really real.
Asuka: It's true. I have seen his tumblr.
Sweeney: And I've seen this day coming for a long time. The day when we get on point and take back the UWF. We're all sick of the psychopaths like Shibata and Ultramantis Black and Bray Wyatt and whoever the hell else follow in the footsteps of that hapless mook Vinny Marseglia in trying to turn this place into some kinda freakshow. Where's the glory, huh? The glitz and glamour? The pizzaz? Pro-wrestling used to mean something in this country and Sweet n' Sour believes in that brand of sports entertainment, so hands over hearts, we're promising to bring it all back home, daddio! Tonight was a sampler. Summerslam is serving up to be a whole buffet! Ahaha! Alright! That's a wrap!
Larry leads the trio back towards the locker rooms while Caruso signs off. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The thicc bricc Rowan makes his way out to the ring and the fans are kinda spooked up, he eerily and slowly makes his way to the ring, upon reaching it he enters by pulling the top rope down and going over it to emphasize how much of a unit he is, he takes off his mask and hangs it on the post behind him as he waits for his opponent.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
[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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Roman throws a hard right at his opponent but when it connects, Rowan’s head doesn’t even rock with the impact, the punch hits as though it were thrown at a brick wall. Roman looks perplexed about this for a moment before winding back and throwing another but when it connects, it still seems to have no effect. Roman cocks his wrist and leaps up, taking his fist back for a Superman Punch attempt but Rowan goozles him and sets him on his feet, then goozles him with the other hand as well as he connects with a Chokebomb and keeps his weight on Roman after impact as he starts squeezing the life out of the, “Big Dog”.
The fans start chanting, “Ro-man Reigns! Ro-man Reigns!” as Rowan gets a look of disgust on his face and gets up, pointing and shouting at a group of them as Reigns sits up holding his throat and coughing. Roman climbs to a vertical base now as he walks over and turns Rowan around so that the beastly redhead(or beard if you want to get specific) is facing him as he connects with another punch and starts peppering him with follow-up punches but they only seem to be angering the big man. Roman sees this and backs up, coaxing Erick to throw a punch but as he does, Roman bends and scoops him onto his shoulders, quickly bringing him down with a Samoan Drop!
Tom Phillips: What strength from the, “Big Dog”!
As Roman gets to his feet, Rowan is right there on his feet as well staring him down. Roman goes for another punch but Rowan smacks his arm away and connects with a Big Boot. Rowan reaches down and goozles Roman by the throat and pulls him up, setting him on his feet before throwing him into the nearest turnbuckle. As Reigns hits the turnbuckle and starts heading out of it, Rowan shoves him with both hands to put him back into it and then puts his massive boot up and to the throat of the, “Big Dog”, choking him again.
Roman grabs Erick’s leg with both hands and begins to force it away from his throat as the fans cheer this. Once Roman has it away from his throat, he throws the leg down and delivers a punch to his opponent’s abdomen. Erick doesn’t react to the hit except with anger as he takes a wild swing at Roman but Roman ducks the hit and ends up behind Rowan as he shoves him with both arms into the corner. Rowan puts his arms out and catches himself before he makes contact with the turnbuckle but as he does this, Reigns leaps up and connects with a Superman Punch to the back of the head!
Reigns acts quickly and scoops Erick onto his shoulders, connecting with another Samoan Drop before going for the cover.
ONE!
Rowan forcefully powers out and rolls Roman off of him as he sits up and climbs to his feet. Reigns gets up and charges him but Erick connects with another Big Boot. With Roman laid out, Rowan drops a knee into the throat area and holds it there as the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a disqualification, Roman Reigns!
Erick is unbothered by his loss, he’s just there to hurt Roman as he continues to bear down on the, “Big Dog”’s throat. The official tries to pull him off but is unsuccessful. Suddenly Cedric Alexander comes running down the ramp and hits the ring as Rowan gets up and exits quickly. As Cedric checks on Roman, Erick tries to sneak back into the ring but Alexander hits a Standing Dropkick to knock him off the apron. The crowd is cheering as Cedric returns to helping Roman and Erick Rowan leaves to the back.
The scene opens to a seated Shibata staring down the lens of a camera, ready to discuss some recent events. The malicious radiance is not as noticable as he begins to speak.
Shibata: I figured now is the time to have a discussion... let people know where I stand so they can understand my goals and also understand that this ridiculous yearning for the "old shibata" is hopeless. I have not intended and do not intend to be more pleasant to the ungrateful masses... it just gets tiring terrorizing them sometimes.
A hint of... doubt?... can be slightly heard in that sentiment as Shibata continues.
Shibata: Anyways... last week I defeated a "monster among men", Braun Strowman. I deemed him worthless before the bout and while he certainly is not a "monster among men" perhaps he does have a place in this company after his performance... just far below me and out of my sight. After my strategic victory I was confronted?... I suppose you could say confronted although it was a mid boring confrontation. He and his friends appeared outside of the ring with crowbars and smug files on their faces. I was ready for a battle. I was ready for more violence, and then they left.
Shibata rubs his chin in confusion before continuing.
Shibata: I was not interested in you before you were announced as my opponent. I was not interested in you after you were announced as my opponent. I was not interested in you after I dropped you with a headbutt... and I am certainly not interested in you after whatever kind of retaliation that was. Don't get any ideas that the headbutt I gave you was anything more than a "hello". I had hoped that could start something between us. Something that would make me care. But it didn't. I was wholeheartedly disappointed to see you and your crew walking away from me last revolution, and all in all I just found you and your unused crowbar quite boring. Do something!...
Shibata sighs, it's clear Adam Cole is not providing what he wants for a show as big as Summerslam.
Shibata: Oh well. I get bored just talking about him, so I suppose I should go over my plans. I would like to seek out different challengers while on the road to dismantling Adam Cole, eh... is he even worth that? Dismantling someone like that... it just is not rewarding. I'd prefer for a quick flash pin, or a quick submission actually. Adam Cole is nothing but a chore to me, and I'd like to get that chore over with quickly so I can move on to better things. Ultramantis Black has become quite interesting to me lately. Shame his puppet is in the money in the bank match instead of him. Brock Lesnar has been on a path of destruction since defeating me with the assist from Spike Dudley. I could not be more interested in the prospect of a match with him without the rat interfering. Speaking of the rat... I hear he's interested in becoming one of Ultramantis' puppets? Interesting... perhaps Ikemen can join him. If he keeps pursuing me I might have to just put him down myself. I'd like him to fall into his own demise instead. More fun that way. A match with WALTER could also be quite fun. He's worthy of challenging for this title, despite what the higher ups believe. It is quite criminal he was not given a spot on Heatwave. I can create a spot for him though. And that's the thing...
I can do anything I want. I hold all the power here. So far it's been quite enjoyable. I have been able to send the "heroes" falling down into oblivion while I watch the ruthless future rise. It is a wonderful sight, but I am tired of seeing. It's getting boring up here. I need someone to challenge my throne, and Adam Cole is not that person. Somebody needs to step up or I will personally run through this entire roster until I find someone worthy of challenging the throne.
And with that Shibata sits back, on his throne welcoming those who think they're worthy to come for it... besides Adam Cole of course.
The scene opens to a very vivid sight of the Warhorse glaring into the camera, with his head cocked back in a very prominent position in black and white.
WARHORSE: EVERY MATCH IS A BATTLE AND IMPORTANT FACTOR TO THE GRANDER WAR IN ITSELF. ALL WITH THEIR OWN STAKES AND WITH THEIR OWN IMPORTANCE AND STRUGGLES. ONE LOST BATTLE AND YOU CAN LOSE THE WAR. ONE LOST WAR AND YOU’LL NEVER RECOVER. THAT MEANS EVERY MATCH CAN MEAN ALL OR NOTHING OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN, A CHANCE WE TAKE WHEN WE STEP THROUGH THOSE ROPES AND THE BELL RINGS.
WE ACCEPT THAT FATE BECAUSE IF WE DON’T WE’LL NEVER WIN, AND WE’LL NEVER MOVE FORWARD. STAYING STAGNANT, NEVER MOVING FORWARD NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU NEED TO WILL STICK YOU RIGHT IN THE MUD AND MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET OUT AND TONIGHT I HAVE A MATCH, AND THAT MAY BE SEEN BY ANY OTHER MAN AS A PREPARATION FOR THE BIGGEST BATTLE, BUT A SLIP AND FALL HERE CAN COST THE WARHORSE.
IT CAN STOP THE WARHORSE FROM MOVING FORWARD ONTO GETTING HIS BRIEFCASE, HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AND THRONE IN THE MAIL. WITHOUT GETTING TOO AHEAD OF MYSELF TOO. CEDRIC IS A FOOTNOTE TO PRETTY EVERY OTHER MAN, AND HE’S NOT PROVEN HIMSELF TO BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT… WHAT?! DID YOU EXPECT ME TO BUILD HIM UP? HE’S UNPROVEN, AND I’M GONNA SHOW YOU ALL WHY ON THIS DAMN SHOW TONIGHT.
Warhorse sighs looking around.
NOW, WHERE’S THAT SON OF A BITCH WARRIOR…
Warhorse walks off the frame.
Tony: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighting 205 pounds, Cedric ALEXAAAANDER!.
*we see Cedric appear on the stage and looking at the crowd, soaking in the cheers before shouting in the air "LET'S GO!" and coming down to the ring. Then he climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and sits there hearing and soaking the cheers of the crowd with his hands open as if welcoming the cheers and then he jumps down to the ring. Then he points at his head with his thumb like he does irl*
RAINING BLOOD BY SLAYER HITS THE PA LIKE A SACK OF OLD BRICKS AS THE CROWD ANTICIPATE THE ARRIVAL OF THE HEAVY METAL GOD KNOWN AS WARHORSE, THE DISTORTION OF THE INTRO CATCHES EVERYONE OFF GUARD, AS THE MAIN RIFF BEGINS TO HIT THROUGH THE PA, AND WARHORSE COMES THROUGH THE CURTAIN WITH HIS SLEEVELESS JEAN JACKET ON, AND ATTIRE READY TO RULE SOME ASS. HE HEAD-BANGS ON THE TOP OF THE RAMP, AS DOES THE CROWD BECAUSE THEY KNOW THIS IS ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN TO CHINATOWN SINCE WARHORSE IS HERE.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!
CHIMEL DOESN'T GET WARHORSE'S VIBE HE NEVER WILL BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RULE ASS AND PROBABLY NEVER LISTENS TO METAL. HE WON'T GET IT. WARHORSE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH RAW HORSEPOWER, CIRCLING THE RING, AND THEN SLIDING ONTO THE APRON, CLIMBING UP QUICKLY AND GETTING RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE FOR ALL TO SEE WARHORSE. HE BANGS HIS HEAD, AS DOES THE CROWD AGAIN. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH ASS THIS RULES, AND HOW MUCH HE'S ABOUT TO RULE. WATCH YO' AUNTIE JIMMY.
DING DING DING
At the sound of the bell, WARHORSE and Cedric step forward and they just go right at it, trading punches back and forth. Any attempt at a lockup is shoved off by the opposition and turned back into striking. WARHORSE gains the advantage with the sheer power in his blows, and drives Alexander into the corner. With a few more blows, the referee is forced to come between both men to create some separation. It doesn’t last long though as Alexander hops up onto the second rope behind him and dives off, the referee barely getting out of the way as Cedric brings WARHORSE down with a diving crossbody! He stays on top for a pinfall but the ref can’t even get into position before WARHORSE powers out.
Cedric follows up with a running forearm strike which only staggers instead of knocking down, so he bounces off the ropes again and connects with a second forearm that makes WARHORSE stagger against the ropes. Cedric rebounds one more time but the blow is ducked and Cedric is sent flying out of the ring on a back body drop, the launch making him crash down hard on the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: Cedric Alexander just got LAUNCHED right out here in front of us, what a counter!
Tom Phillips: WHAT A SMART MOVE BY WARHORSE, POTENTIALLY A GAMECHA-
Corey Graves: Tom I am going to rip that headset off your stupid head if you do that the entire match.
Tom Phillips: But it’s fun to shout…
Corey Graves We have a lot more of the night and you are going to burn your voice out doing...actually you know what? Keep shouting this entire match.
As Cedric is sprawled out on the floor below, WARHORSE waits in the ring and the referee begins to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Alexander begins to stir, showing some signs of life, and manages to use the announce table to make it to his feet. Just as he is to a steady vertical base, he is thrown back into the ring by WARHORSE who follows him inside. Bringing him to his feet, WARHORSE throws a few punches to beat Cedric into the corner, and when the referee forces a clean break Alexander once again springboards to the second rope. WARHORSE ain’t no fool and won’t be tricked by the same thing again, so he charges forward to try and duck Alexander...only for Cedric to instead hop to the top rope and dive off with a double foot stomp right to the back of the charging WARHORSE who crumples in response.
Mauro Ranallo: This has been a match of counters so far, as Cedric just had an amazing one right there!
Cedric pulls WARHORSE away from the ropes and goes for the cover. The ref is actually needed in position this time.
...One!
...Two-No!
At barely a two count, WARHORSE kicks out. Cedric wastes little time in following up, mounting WARHORSE and beginning to rain down punches. When he is shoved off and both men stand up, Cedric tries to take him right back down with a superkick, but it gets caught! WARHORSE throws the leg down, sweeping Alexander forward and off his feet, but Cedric manages to get right back up with a handspring! He attempts the Neuralyzer, but WARHORSE ducks and runs off the ropes, dodging another swing from Alexander before connecting with a Spinning Heel Kick!
Mauro Ranallo: This has been a mile a minute so far between Cedric and WARHORSE!
Tom Phillips: AND RIGHT NOW IT IS WARHORSE ON THE OFFENSIVE, AS EXPECTED FROM THE HEAVY METAL MASTER!
Mauro Ranallo: It has been rather back-and-forth though Tom. Neither man has truly gotten many big moves that weren’t counters. It may just take one of these attempts finally landing without any counterblow to put either man down!
Trying to follow up, WARHORSE grabs Cedric and drags him over to the corner, hooking his arms around his waist to attempt a german suplex. Cedric struggles against it even as WARHORSE lifts him up, but just as he attempts to send him back instead he is the one sent forwards by a rollup from Alexander!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
WARHORSE barely kicks out, nearly caught off guard by the rollup, but once he is to his feet he gets met by Alexander. WARHORSE takes a swing, but it gets ducked and countered into a Michinoku Driver! Again, Cedric hooks the leg for the pin!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
And again, WARHORSE manages to kick out! Both men get to their feet, and Cedric tries to move a bit too quickly by ducking under WARHORSE and trying to grab him for the Lumbar Check, but it doesn’t get anywhere as the 4000 pounds of pure metal is too heavy for Cedric to lift, and soon he is countered and reversed into a waistlock. WARHORSE turns him around, and chucks him right into the turnbuckle with a German Suplex! Alexander keeps himself on his feet but mostly to a detriment as WARHORSE comes charging in and connects with one lariat! Two lariats! Three lariats! This ain’t no Sesame Street, though, because WARHORSE just keeps going with the clotheslines until finally Alexander gets the sense to duck under one and rolls forward. As his foe collides with the corner Alexander gets to his feet and connects with a Superkick right to the temple! Knocking him into the corner, Cedric comes rushing in for some Concussion On Delivery! Throwing him to the mat, Cedric ascends to the top rope!
Mauro Ranallo: Cedric could be looking for some Overtime here! This could be an upset for Alexander!
He dives off, but sees WARHORSE roll closer to the turnbuckle so he changes course, landing on his feet and rolling forward. Charging to his foe, Alexander ends up getting turned inside out with a Lariat from WARHORSE and nearly ends up spiking himself on his head from how low he ends up going on the backflip that he is forced into.
Tom Phillips: WHAT A LARIAT FROM WARHORSE, ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED CEDRIC ALEXANDER!
Mauro Ranallo: We have seen these two go all out, which may put WARHORSE at a detriment for Money In The Bank but has been for the benefit of all of us watching around the world!
Tom Phillips: DETRIMENT? WARHORSE ISN’T GOING TO FEEL A THING FROM THIS MATCH BECAUSE THAT IS JUST HOW DANG GOOD HE IS!
WARHORSE climbs to the top rope, seeing Alexander down. While at first he looks to go for the Ass Ruler, Cedric rolls over to his back on an attempt to get to his feet...and kips up! He charges WARHORSE and hops right up to the second rope, beginning to punch him. A brawl on the second rope breaks out, and Cedric ends up winning it surprisingly enough. He grabs WARHORSE, setting up a top rope Queen’s Crowning, and when he launches off…
WARHORSE manages to stay on the top rope!
Alexander crashes to the mat, no protection for himself as he lands face-first. WARHORSE stands up, and takes the chance...THE ASS RULER CONNECTS! COVER BY WARHORSE!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...WARHORSE!
WARHORSE stands up, hand raised by the referee, and begins to headbang as he rolls out the ring to celebrate his victory. With a big win picked up, he heads to the back. Cedric, in the meanwhile, is seen starting to use the ropes to get up…and turns around right into a Lariat from Erick Rowan!
Corey Graves: Brilliant! Rowan is getting revenge for earlier in the night on the wounded Alexander!
Rowan takes hold of the downed Alexander, bringing him to his feet before grasping his face into an Iron Claw. He keeps him in the hold for a few moments, and lifts Cedric just as his legs are about to fail him and drops him with the Iron Claw Slam! Satisfied, Rowan takes his leave as referees begin to check on Cedric. Revolution, meanwhile, goes elsewhere...
It cuts to Adam Cole sitting on a bench, ambient road sounds in the background.
Cole: You scared yet, Shibata? I know I would, having my career hang in the balance, in the palm of the hand of three pissed-off apex wrestlers with weapons, and then to have them relent. And you see, that’s gonna be a common theme here. You, high on your supply, thinking you’re unstoppable, that you can’t be beaten, and me, the best wrestler in the world, bringing you back to reality.
And you see, I really do think you need a reality check here. Because ever since I came back all I've been hearing is "Shibata! Shibata! He's gone insane! He's lost it!" You've got this fear factor around you that's blowing up your ego. Everyone's just so afraid of you and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of it because you built your title reign on the foundation of my absence. If I had been just a LITTLE bit more squeaky clean, enough for management, you could kiss your legacy goodbye.
Nobody should take you seriously. What have you even done? You won a couple car crash matches and went insane, but when you're one on one in a wrestling ring with no stipulations attached, I will always be the best. I know a counter to the octopus. I can reverse the PK. Hell, I could bust out of the Super Strong Lock. I know you up and down. And I will win. And to do that, I need to win mentally. YOU should be the one afraid of ME. Which is why… I'll make you afraid. Right boys?!
Bobby Fish steps out from behind the camera. The cameraman briefly turns it around to reveal it's Roddy, who nods towards the camera before flipping it back and pointing it towards the building Cole is sat in front of.
It's Shibata's dojo.
Cole: I know you might not particularly care about your career up to this point now that you're a wacko lunatic like all the other sods desperate for their time with a title, but I sure hope you haven't let all emotion go. Not towards your former students? Your prestigious academy? What if it all just went away? Burned to ashes? Well, what we do to it will be sure to knock it back into you.
He goes to open the door. But he hesitates, and smiles.
Cole: No, Katsu, I think I'll spare you this week. After all, I've got a little special surprise for you on the go-home show. And why let it go early? Ahaha, I'll see you around. Moron.
The shot fades out.
Okay, no jokes this time got it? No trying to poke holes in my plan or anything, right?
The cameras go to the interview area, where Byron Saxton is there.
Byron Saxton: Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time, the Television Champion, Curtis Axel.
The camera pans, and Axel is seen standing there with a smile on his face, the TV Title around his waist as it now normally is.
Now Curtis, you have been announced as one of the participants in the Money In The Bank Ladder Match. The last time we saw that match, we saw the cash-in fail. If you are to win this match, what are you going to do differently to successfully cash in?
Curtis Axel: A rather good question, Byron. The only problem was that you said if I win that match. Byron, you should know by now that there is only one guarantee with Curtis Axel...and that is success. No matter what I do, no matter who I face, I am guaranteed victory and this match is going to be just the same. I mean, who am I even facing?
Axel looks expectantly towards Byron.
Byron Saxton: W-Well there is the current Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar-
Curtis Axel: Oh, you mean the new Scott Steiner? Let’s get this straight, Brock Lesnar may carry the Intercontinental Title around, but he is no champion. A champion wears their title with pride and wrestles to defend it. Brock Lesnar doesn’t wrestle, he fights. And while that may get him some victories over other fighters, it won’t get him any victories over a pure wrestler such as myself.
Byron nods.
Byron Saxton: Okay, what about the UFC Heavyweight Champion Minoru Suzuki?
Curtis Axel: You mean the guy that uses a walking corpse as a means to earn him victories? Yeah, I’m not worried. He may believe that he choked me out, but look back at the tapes. Does a man who got “choked out” get up right after the bell? I don’t think so. For a so-called MMA star, you would think that you could actually put somebody to sleep...then again, that is what happens whenever I see you attempt to wrestle so maybe that is why I ended up falling asleep in your joke of a sleeper hold? Regardless, the only choking you are going to be doing at Summerslam is the choke job that happens every time you enter a big PPV match - you get oh so close to winning even with El Desperado’s help...and then you fail. Just what you deserve.
Axel gives a slight smirk at that.
Byron Saxton: What about WARHORSE, then?
Axel scoffs.
Curtis Axel: What about Warhorse? The dude is going to get winded just coming down the ramp, how the hell is he going to climb a ladder? I don’t gotta worry about him. Besides, I beat him before, so I can do it again if I must.
Byron Saxton: and then there is the Monster Among Men, Braun Strowman and-
Curtis Axel: Listen, Byron, all of these people in the Money In The Bank are just stepping stones on my path to glory. I’m sure there is going to be a kid in the crowd taking photos of each and every one of my victories so he may tell his hero’s story. The point is, I’m not losing that ladder match. The UWF has been stuck in this era of Katsuyori Shibata for far too long and it is about damn time someone had the guts, the decency to step up to that wannabe wrestler and bring him down a notch...so when I win that Money In The Bank Ladder Match, and when I cash in that briefcase on Shibata...there isn’t much I can really say. Well, nothing much except for you’re welcome, that is.
Axel smiles and walks off, Byron looking at the camera for a split second before it cuts elsewhere.
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Fans begin to boo as the opening guitar riff to Calm Like a Bomb blasts throughout the arena. This booing intensifies as Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish waltz out on stage, shadow boxing and grinning like Cheshire cats. Once they reach the middle of the stage, they stop and throw up the UE hand signal, just as they did after they beat down the New Day.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, representing Undisputed Era at a combined weight of 397 pounds, Roderick Strong... and Bobby Fish!
The fans don't like them but they don't care. They just saunter down to the ring. Roddy slaps a drink out of someone's hand and spooky fingers at them. They both round the ring, jump onto the apron on hardcam style, and quickly step through the ropes. They quickly find their way to the middle of the ring and Roddy kneels there, pounding the mat before throwing his arms out as Fish stands behind him, throwing up the UE hand signal again. Bobby breaks from his pose to remind his partner to get up, which he does. They both wait eagerly for their match to start.
As the music start to play, Yano comes out holding his DVD and asking every fan in attendance to buy it from him. While Ishii is walking behind him with no emotion on his face. As Ishii gets into the ring, Yano goes around ringside still trying to sell the DVD to someone.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, 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.
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DING DING DING
Yano and Ishii are speaking with each other and the Undisputed Era immediately goes for the blindside attack! The tag Champs however expected this and turn just in time to start hammering away at the former champions. They back them into opposite sides f the ring before shooting them off causing Fish and Strong to meet in the middle, colliding with one another! The bonk heads and are looking dazed when Yano cuts down Fish with a Spear and Ishii takes down Strong with a stiff lariat! Yano rolls Fish out of the ring and follows him out leaving Ishii to start the match with Roddy.
Corey Graves: What a cowardly way to start a match. Did you see Yano and Ishii blindside our former champions?
Tom Phillips: What are you talking about Corey? Undisputed Era blatantly said they'd go around attacking people from behind.
Corey Graves: That was mind games Phillips, the Undisputed Era are stand up guys.
Ishii brings Roddy back to his feet and lifts him up in the air for a vertical suplex. He's keeping up as the crowd counts along but after about a count of 5 Roddy brings his knee down on the top of Ishii's dome. The Stone Pitbull manages to fight off any attack by firmly keeping him up in the air. Roddy brings down his knee some more but they don't seem to be having an effect. He finally shifts his body weight to that he ends up falling behind him. Ishii turns around and eats a jumping knee to the face that sends him reeling backwards into a corner. Roddy then runs over with a big forearm in the corner followed by a jumping enzuigiri. He then drags him out of the corner and executes an Olympic Slam! He makes the pin.
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Ishii kicks out! Roddy brings him back up to his feet. He runs his thumb across his throat and is already ready to end this. He chucks him up for the End of Heartache but Ishii slides behind him and takes his back with a waistlock. Roddy throws a few back elbows to the side of the head but Ishii once again is unfazed by these hits and instead throws him back with a german suplex! Roddy scrambles to his feet but IOshii is there to grab him once more, hitting a second german suplex! Rather than taking any more chances, Strong rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. It doesn't seem like he knows where he's at though as Yano comes running off the apron, diving onto him with a senton! He tosses Roddy back into the ring where Ishii is waiting. Strong gets back to his feet and turns right into a massive headbutt! He falls flat on the mat and Ishii makes the cover.
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Fish comes in and breaks up the count! He quickly retreats from the ring before Ishii can come after him. Ishii instead brings Roddy back to a vertical base and gives him a chop to the chest that knocks him back into his corner. Ishii makes the tag to Yano who comes in and gives Roddy some chops of his own. He looks to Ishii for approval and the stone face man gives him a nod. Yano looks like a giddy child who just got his father's approval and he's certainly not going to disappoint him now! He brings Roderick out of the corner and scoops him up, perhaps setting up for the Kagamiwari. Roddy however shifts his weight and turns it into a DDT! Instead of going for a cover he instead drags himself closer to his corner and makes the tag to Bobby Fish!
Corey Graves: Here we go, give that clown a good beatdown!
Mauro Ranallo: Way to be impartial Corey.
Corey Graves: I'm partial to people getting their comeuppance. They stole the tag titles and Undisputed Era were wrongfully stripped of them. Time for some payback!
Yano is getting to his feet but he eats a kick right to the chest that knocks him back down. He gets up only to get taken down with another. He gets up a thrid time and this time puts his hands out to stop the kick but Fish instead goes low and kicks him in the side of the leg, making him buckle to his knees. Yano's now wide open for a kick to the back of the head! He falls face first on the mat but Fish grabs a hold of him and is able to hoist his dead weight up into the air only to come back down with a falcon arrow! He hooks the leg for the win!
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Yano kicks out! Fish kneels over him and grabs his head with one hand and just starts beating him over and over with the other. Ishii comes in to break up the assault but Roddy also comes in and runs in with a flying knee. Ishii however catches him in mid air and tosses him out of the ring! Fish comes over and clotheslines Ishii out as well but Ishii lands on his feet and grabs Fish's ankles. Fish is trying to get free and he's helped when Roddy grabs Ishii and pulls him away, tossing him into the barricade! The ref admonishes Roddy for this as he's attacking Ishii. Fish is laughing at him but doesn't see Yano hit him from behind with a low blow followed by a roll up!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the World Tag Team Champions, Yano and Ishii!
Corey Graves: What cheaters!
Mauro Ranallo: The tag champs prevail with a 643 from Yano.
Corey Graves: The fact that he has a name for the blatant cheat is disgusting. These guys should be fired!
Yano gets outta dodge real quick while Roddy comes in to chase him off. He checks on Fish while Yano does the same for Ishii as the show moves on.
The frame widens to Shibata walking through the locker room, here to observe the competition today as Adam Cole has clearly not interested him. He takes a seat, watching the monitor when all the sudden something catches his eye. He turns to his side and is confronted face to face once again with the ghost of his past.
KENTA: I see you've come to visit me again...
Shibata is distraught, the words of Yusuke Kodama ringing in his ear. He's not sure whether KENTA is here in real time or just in his mind, and he's not sure if he wants any of that to be true.
Shibata: What are you talking about... You came to me.
KENTA: Hmmm... is it not true you were seeking me out?
Shibata: I stopped... you are not worth my time.
KENTA: That's the thing though. You don't get to stop seeking me out. The moment you start is the moment you must finish.
Shibata: Get out of my face with your nonsense KENTA.
KENTA: Nonsense? You know what I'm saying is true. I am apart of you... and soon I will catch up to you and become ALL of you.
Shibata is beyond distraught and irritated. KENTA has pretty much confirmed the suspicion thats been in his mind ever since Kodama visited him and he lashes out.
Shibata: Get out!
KENTA: Of where? This room or your h-
Shibata: GET OUT!
KENTA: I can't get out Shibata. Do you not understand that yet? I feel like you do... you just don't want to believe it. Don't worry, you'll be content in several weeks. I'll leave you for now. Will you come see me again soon?
Shibata: No!
KENTA: Well I'm afraid that isn't a possibility. Until next time...
"KENTA" leaves the room and disappears while Shibata nearly has another breakdown. He's tired of being confronted like this. He feels vulnerable every time it happens, and that is a feeling he hates. He distraughtly exits the room and intends to leave. He storms through the hallway when a voice calls out to him...
Kodama: You saw him again didn't you?
Shibata's head snaps back to see an eery looking Kodama sitting on the ground...
Shibata: How do you know?!
Kodama: I'm a dreamcatcher Shibata. I see things. Right now above all else I see your heavy emotions... agitated, vulnerable, worried, paranoid. That is how you feel when confronted with your past. You want it to stop don't you?
A desperate Shibata hurriedly responds
Shibata: What do I need to do?
Kodama: Succumb. Give in to KENTA. Let him in and become the man you're meant to be instead of this agenda-driven madman.
Shibata: But that's who I am now. That is who I was forced into being, and I quite like it this way.
Kodama: Ok then, continue living a lie... and you will continue to be haunted by your past. You'll give in one day, you might as well give in now. Reconnect with those you were close to. It is not all lost. You must do it if you want peace for yourself.
Shibata stands there for a moment, seriously pondering Kodama's suggestion for once, but the angry part of Shibata soon takes over again. He violently shakes his head before storming out of the building, leaving Kodama sitting there with a sly smile on his face.
The camera flashes back to life as it shows a very determined looking Stacy Keibler, walking around the backstage area. She keeps looking around, looking for something or someone as the camera follows her every move.
She finally seems to have found what she was looking for as she pauses at a locker room door. She takes a deep breath, second guessing herself and what she is about to do. She gathers herself and puts herself together as she knocks on the door. She waits a little while, no answer is heard as she waits patiently. She goes to turn away, before pausing and building the suspense even further. She takes her time before she makes the decision to knock again. This time "Please Enter" can be heard as Stacy fiddles with the door handle. The door opens and Stacy makes her way inside, the camera following her and showing the name on the door..... TEAM DDT in big black capital letters is across the door. Stacy walks in, a little less confident then usual as she sees who is in the locker room.
Stacy: He.... He.... Hello. I don't know how much time you have before you go do battle against my Dudley Boyz but I come in peace right now and on behalf of my boyfriend, Little Spikey Dudley.
Stacy examines the room before fixing her attention towards Sanshiro Takagi. This seems like the smart thing to do as he seems to be the one in charge.... or at least in charge of recruiting Spike.
Stacy: I'm here to get some more answers from you for him. He still doesn't know what he wants to do. I myself.... well I am actually for joining forces with you but he doesn't know if he can turn his back on his brothers. I'm here for you to give me a message to relay to him to get him to be willing to come across to you.
Sanshiro Takagi: Well that’s a shame but I get it you know brotherly bond and all it’s kind of sweet but unfortunately the deal is really only open for Spike and yourself.
Stacy: That’s a shame but totally understandable. We can get around that but we need to know, why Spike? Why are you going after him and why do you want him?
Sanshiro Takagi: Well, I mean the same reason I went after Braun. Well not entirely, but you kinda will get what I mean. He’s always got some kind of potential, but something seems to be pushing him back so I want to be the force to push him forward to a top star. Mind you I don’t do this out of the kindness of my heart so, there is a business aspect to it. If he does well it makes the brand look amazing. And everyone benefits from this.
Stacy: You see the same potential in Spike as you do Braun? I’ve tried my hardest to get him to be a big star… getting him in main events and title matches but none of my boys has taken the chance. Do you really think you have what it takes for him to make that final leap & if he does, will that cause problems between him and Ultramantis?
Sanshiro Takagi: If I was worried about this I would’ve put Ultramantis Black into the Money in the Bank match. No. Ultramantis and I wish to build others to make DDT stronger. While that would be doable with just Ultramantis, a kingdom isn’t built on the back of one man. More people, More stars, if all get a chance to hold the title while working under the name of DDT then that’s for the best.
Stacy: I like that. If there is anything my managerial skills have taught me in the past, it’s that you need a united front to succeed. I certainly see the benefits you have bought Braun. I guess I only have one more question before I can go and try to sell it to Spike. What does the future of UWF look like with Spike & Stacy a part of Team DDT because I have to admit….. Recently, The Dudleyz brand has taken hit after hit and loss after loss. What is in our future as a team?
Sanshiro Takagi thinks for a bit before saying.
Sanshiro Takagi: That I cannot answer with an exact answer, but we’ll see where Spike is at. And where he wants to go from there that is all I can say for the moment
Stacy soaks in everything Takagi has to say, nodding along and smiling as well….. It seems Team DDT has got their women but still not their man yet. Stacy nods towards Sanshiro, even bowing her head before him.
Stacy: Well I think I have heard enough. Thank you very much for your time Mr Takagi & Mr Black. I think I have everything I need. Good luck tonight… I know my boys and you will need it.
With that, Stacy turns away towards the door. She makes her way towards it as the camera fades to black.
Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
[The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 4 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba whilst Stacy just stands in the middle of them. A much more subdued Spike Dudley brings up the rear.
Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Spike Dudley and the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!
]Stacy points towards the ring as both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign as Stacy just walks around the ring, checking over her shoulder to ensure Spike is coming to. Sure enough, he's plodding along, although he doesn't show the enthusiasm of his "family" members.
Ranallo: The Dudley Boyz could certainly use a big win here tonight to boost their confidence heading into the UWF World Tag Team Championship Scramble Match at Summerslam.
Phillips: They've noted that to some extent, they've been resting on their laurels and past success as one of, if not the greatest tag teams in UWF history. But they've acknowledged the current rough patch, their getting older, the competition getting stiffer, and squaring off against the dangerous Team DDT, they'll look to show the world that there's still a lot of gas left in the tank.
Graves: Or they'll get put out to pasture. Spike looks like he's halfway there already.
While D-Von and Bubba prepare for the match, Stacey rallies the fans for a chant while Spike kinda just stares off into the distance.
Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black walk on to the entrance stage and stop there. UMB raises his staff high like a conquering warlord. His music cuts out and is replaced with another song and video on the titantron that serve to welcome his partner.
The masculine roar booms through the PA. Braun storms out on to the ramp, noticeably favouring a leg but not shy on determination. He walks right past his partner in Team DDT, while Simon Dean follows behind him, duffel beg in hand. Takagi and UMB brush off the slight and make their way to join the others in the squared circle.
Chimel: And their opponents, representing Team DDT,, becoming accompanied to the ring by Shanshiro Takagi and Simon Dean... weighing in at a combined weight of 586 pounds... Braun Strowman and Ultramantis Black!
UMB and The Monster Among Men enter the ring while Takagi and Dean take their spot at ringside.
Ranallo: We've seen Braun Strowman take a lot of damage to his leg over the past few weeks. It all started when Minoru Suzuki targeted it in a singles match with a savage attack that cost him the contest by way of disqualification. Our UWF Champion would capitalize on the damage by way of technical submission following that. Now tonight, just weeks removed from the Money in the Bank ladder match at Summerslam, Strowman will go against doctor's orders and compete alongside fellow Team DDT member, Ultramantis Black against the most decorated tandem the UWF has ever seen. Is it a mistake for him to be in that ring tonight, Tom?
Phillips: Well it's never wise to go against professional medical advice but Braun Strowman isn't an ordinary man. He looks more fired up than ever, almost as though he has something to prove.
Graves: The most important thing here is that this is a tag team match. So Strowman can tag out and rest up if his leg starts to bother him - and what better partner to have in your corner than a former world champion?
Perhaps because of the injury, Ultramantis volunteers to start things off for their side while Bubba comes in for the other. Chimel bails, the Referee makes sure everyone's ready and then calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Bubba comes to the center of the ring and crouches some, sitting down on his hips, posturing up and extending his right hand out as an invitation to start this out as a proper grappling contest. The Great and Devious One circles around, his footwork slithering around while eyes behind the mask search for an opening. Dudley doesn't abandon the center of the ring, refusing to retreat or even flinch while the former Champ sizes him up. Growing restless, the crowd pleads for some action, but UMB isn't swayed or coaxed in the slightest. Still, it isn't long before he makes his move, maybe surprisingly agreeing to take Bubba up on the offer as he too puts out a hand to lock up fingers.
The other hands follow suite and the match finally gets going with a test of strength. Wrists twists. Ankles and knees lock while the competitors jockey for position. Undoubtedly giving up some size the proud son Dudleyville, UMB is still able to hold his own for a time. Soon enough, though, Bubba breaks the hold with his left while transitioning to a better position and using his right to hook in a hammerlock. He contorts the Team DDT member's arm back at a gross angle, torquing the shoulder while he applies pressure to the wrist and forearm.
UMB tries to shake free and break lose, but it's on tight. Risking a dislocated shoulder, he drops to a knee and rolls forward, utilizing a sommersault to escape. It's effective. Bubba comes after him, only to take an elbow to the side of the head when Black pops back up and opts to incorporate some striking into the match.
Ranallo: Ooh. Nasty little blow by Ultramantis Black there.
Phillips: It was, but Bubba isn't exactly the guy you want to get into a slugfest with.
Ultramantis follows up the elbow with a couple of forearm strikes before grabbing an arm to try for an Irish Whip. Dudley plants his feet firm and reverses, managing to pull UMB towards him instead and meeting him there with a headbutt. Bubba then steps sideways, lands a couple of punches and gets showy with it with that shake-rattle-and-roll kinda thing he does before capping it all off with a "SUCK IT" and an elbow to the top of the head.
Comical as the delivery is, those beefy arms land hard and heavy and drop the former Champ. Bubba goes down with him and shoots the half while the Referee counts it...
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Black kicks out just after two, pushing Bubba away with an embittered shove. Dudley takes umbrage to the attitude and grabs a fistful of mask to drag his opponent up to his feet. The big man looks to pull UMB towards the home corner, hopes set on isolation, a classic tag team tactic. But UMB slips behind him and reaches up under the pits, going for a Full Nelson. Bubba cuts that off quick, dropping arms down, pivoting behind his foe, and trying for the same thing.
Phillips: He's going for the Bubba Bomb!
Ranallo: That sure could do a number on UMB!
Dudley lifts up to deliver his signature maneuver but Black finds away to wiggle out. He then spins himself around, wraps an arms around the broad chest of the former tag champ and then slams with down into the canvas with a Brainwashing Effect! Bubba's skull bounces off the mat, knocking him silly before Black scuttles on top to make the cover...
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Bubba kicks out at two! The crowd cheers. UMB rolls offer while Bubba sits up and shakes off the cobwebs. Black looks to stay on the offensive and hops on to Dudley's back, sinking in a sleeper hold. He squeezes tight around the neck, cutting off the air supply.
Ranallo: Interesting that Black would go back on the attack there. It seemed like the perfect opening to bring in Braun.
Phillips: Maybe he's saving Strowman - keeping him fresh as a last resort with that injured leg.
Graves: Or maybe he just had an opening to apply one of the simplest and most dangerous submissions in the game. Its not that complicated.
While Black's choke is masterfully locked on, Bubba breaks free by reaching around, grabbing UMB around the head and dropping down to deliver an impromptu stunner. The Great and Devious One bounces off his back. Takagi looks mortified by the sudden counter, whereas Stacey is clapping and cheering in glee. She turns to Spike to share in the moment, but it's like he hasn't even noticed. D-Von, on the other hand, is rarin' to go, reaching over the rope to take the tag from Bubba.
Phillips: Here comes the Reverend!
Ranallo: Oh my brother!
D-Von catches UMB with a lariat just as he's getting to his feet. The most righteous Dudley runs right through, hitting the ropes to come back and plaster the masked superstar with a second, even more powerful clothesline on the way back. This one turns Black inside out, leaving him laying and prone. D-Von picks him just to drop him again with a Sidewalk Slam, setting him up perfectly for a pin attempt. The Official comes in tow count it...
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Black kicks out at two. D-Von sits up and shakes his head, a little disappointed, and that's when he notices Braun leaning over the ropes in the far corner, daring the good Reverend to "Get these hands". Not one to back down from a challenge, D-Von picks up Black and whips him into his own corner. Braun tags himself in and enters the contest for the first time.
Graves: The ego on this guy is ridiculous.
Ranallo: Perhaps an ill-advised move from the veteran, but the Dudley Boyz have said that they want to step up their game and prove their merit to this up-and-coming generation of talent. They'll leave no stone unturned and that means taking on any and all comers, even the very big ones.
Braun steps over the top rope, emphasizing his enormous size. He does his best to hide the limp when he marches across the ring, bumping his chest right into D-Von's in some animal kingdom type display of territorial dominance. Dudley gets backed up a step, but retaliates with a stiff two-hand shove. Strowman's leg buckles a bit and he's pushed off balance. D-Von looks to capitalize, turning and running for the ropes before rebounding with sights set on a Big Boot to finish the job and fell the giant, like the David of his Holy Scriptures.
But Strowman sees him coming a mile away. With the boot aimed at his chest, Braun reaches beneath and hooks the leg before catching the chest to transition into a snap Powerslam, spinning and planting D-Von into the canvas. The weight of both men slamming down rattles the ring. Stromwan stays on top for the pin attempt...
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D-Von wiggles a shoulder out from under the big man to break free after two. He crawls away to get back up but Braun stays down, clutching his leg in pain.
Ranallo: Strowman came down hard on that bad leg with the Powerslam.
Graves: It has a great maneuver but lifting a big man like D-Von takes a lot of power from the lower body.
Phillips: Evidently more than Braun can afford right now.
D-Von uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Braun finally gets himself to a kneeling position, but it's super evident that the fellas is in some serious pain. Simon Dean reaches into his pocket, pulls something out and throws it into the ring. Knowing how the match ended last week, this captures the full attention of the Referee as well as the crowd. Except it isn't a towel this time, but instead, a Simon System protein bar! It isn't much, but aside from some moral support, it's all Dean has to offer.
Dudley runs over and blasts Braun in the ribs with a running knee that just knocks the Giant back down. D-Von then grabs the bar, unwraps it, takes a bite, and throws it away over his shoulder, garnering a big pop from the crowd. Dean is beside himself, absolutely insulted. The other members of Team DDT aren't thrilled either. Stacey's just laughing up a storm, while Spike can barely manage a smile about it.
Anyway, D-Von hits the bad leg with a short elbow drop, keeping Strowman down and out so he has time to go back to the home corner and tag Bubba in. The Bully steps through the ropes and puts that moniker to work, immediately targeting the bum leg with some elbow drops and stomps of his own before stepping out of his comfort zone to slap on what may or may not be an Indian Deathlock.
Ranallo: Bubba trying out a submission! Unexpected!
Phillips: Whatever else has been said about the Dudley Boyz over the years, nobody has ever accused them of being short on surprises.
Bubba can't really figure out how to make it work - even with the twisting and the yanking and the straining, he can't put Braun away so he goes back to well with some ol' faithful. Tagging D-Von back in, he tells his partner to wait while he sets up the big finish.
Pulling Braun up to his feet, he somehow manages to whip Strowman into the ropes, hoping to catch him with a 3D on the way back. The Monster Among Men stumbles clumsily off the ropes like a wounded war elephant, but seeing what's in store, actually leans into the off-balance stampede. Before Bubba can catch him the Flapjack, Braun pancakes him with a Pounce that knocks him straight into the waiting D-Von! Both Dudleyz get scattered like bowling pins while Braun collapses mid-ring.
Graves: Absolutely graceless.
Ranallo: Nothing Braun does is pretty, but every time he hits someone, it's effective!
The crowd is rumbling, stoked to see who gets up first and what happens next. While Takagi and Dean root for the big man, Keibler once again riles up the people, leading them on with a chant for her teammates. She tries to get her underdog hubby into it, but his mind is evidently somewhere else.
Braun starts the slow crawl back to his corner - but brother, it's too slow. The Referee is instructing Bubba to get out of the ring and he's obliging, while D-Von has once again made his way to the ropes for an assist up. This time, the Reverend climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle, giving the fans a "WAZZZZZUP" before soaring off to land a huge headbutt right on the back of the bad leg! Strowman howls in pain and curls up, his hopes of tagging in UMB shot.
D-Von then lifts Braun up and tucks the bearded head in his armpit, in position for a reverse DDT.
Ranallo: Perhaps the Saving Grace here is Braun being spared any more damage.
Graves: That's not funny. You're not funny.
As D-Von goes to hit his signature move, both he and the Official are distracted by Takagi hopping up on to the apron. He's shouting at the Ref, complaining about some kind of illegality in the execution of the diving headbutt. The fifth man insists it was above board but as the argument continues, a fresh Ultramantis Black sneaks around the ring and pulls Bubba off the apron, slamming his head on the way down. Spike hardly notices and can't even react before UMB slides into the ring, grabs D-Von from behind, and pulls him off of his Team DDT teammate.
With the Ref's back still turned on all these shenanigans, Black boots D-Von in the tummy, tucks his arms over his back and then delivers a massive Praying Mantis Bomb! Dudley is devastated by the sickening maneuver! UMB rolls out of the ring before the Referee can catch him. When stripes turns around, he's none the wiser, even with everyone in the building booing an an irate Stacey trying to explain things through the ropes.
Phillips: Ultramantis Black and Shanshiro Takagi just sabotaged this whole match!
Ranallo: Great and Devious indeed!
Huffing and puffing, it's Strowman that comes to first, and he's just effing had it. Fighting through the enormous pain, the Monster Among Men finds a way to stand, picking up D-Von, who is already out cold, before capsizing him with a Reverse Chokeslam! It's super effective! Braun then falls on top to make an unorthodox but effective cover...
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DING DING!
YOUR WINNERS...
TEAM DDT!
Braun rolls to the outside of the ring, forgoing any raising of the hand while Dean and Black try to help him stand. He shrugs them off, insisting he leave on his own power. Takagi is thrilled by the tenacity of the monster that now serves him.
Meanwhile, Bubba, Stacey and Spike come through the ropes to check on D-Von. Bubba is shaking his brother awake while Stacey is focused on Spike, a look of concern on her face because she can't read the expression on his while he watches Team DDT head up the ramp.
Ranallo: There's something stirring in Dudleyville. Spike has an open invitation to Team DDT and after everything we've witnessed in the past months leading up to this match tonight, I really can't say for sure what the Underdog is planning on doing next.
Graves: Well, he's always been a leech hooking on to more talented people. Team DDT seems like a perfect fit for him. They're a dominant force headed straight for the top.
Phillips: And they don't mind cheating to get there! D-Von had this match in the bag before Takagi and Black started breaking rules!
The Dudley crew tries to sort things out while Team DDT continues their celebration up the ramp. Revolution continues elsewhere.
Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar are in the back, standing by a ladder.
PAUL HEYMAN
Ah, the ladder...what a marvelous piece of equipment. You see this here ladder means many different things, especially with the upcoming match at Summerslam. You see my friends, some people consider a ladder to be more of a metaphorical term in regards to climbing the ladder of success in their profession. These said people are the ones that scratch and claw their way to the very top to where they achieve their ultimate goal, and hopefully their ultimate success. Ladies and Gentlemen, this ladder is the vehicle to which my client is going to use to drive himself all the way to the top of this company. It is only a matter of time before you all realize that everything I have prophesized to you is going to manifest itself in reality. Now come here mister cameraman I want you to take a good close look at this ladder in particular.
The cameraman does as he is told, and as he gets closer to the ladder, he notices that there is some writing on the ladder.
Yes, that's right. That's not a set of instructions on this ladder, no no, this ladder has all of the names of the people involved in the Money in the Bank ladder match written all over it, and in various spots for a very good reason. For example, the bottom of these last few rungs here? Well those are for WALTER and WARHORSE. Gentlemen you might be asking yourself what in the hell is this old bald fat guy talking about? Well it's quite simple, my client has systematically destroyed the both of you with great ease, and as he is climbing this ladder towards victory, you both will be pinned down under these here rungs, just insuring that you know without a shadow of a doubt that you are indeed right back at the very BOTTOM of the ladder here in the UWF. Brock Lesnar has absolutely no time for annoyances such as you, and he will literally step on you and over you to get what he wants.
Paul and Brock look at the sides of the ladder.
Curtis Axel, Braun Strowman, and Suzuki, man the three of you by yourselves are kind of a force to be reckoned with. However, the three of you taking on Brock Lesnar with a ladder is a different story. My client has one wish, and that is to massacre the three of you. He will take great pride in wielding the ladder around like a baseball bat, knocking you all out of the park. Curtis you need a big reality check to knock you down a few pegs. It's young punks like you that give my client a bad name. Suzuki my friend, you and Brock Lesnar have such an odd relationship that it may in fact bother him slightly to crack your skull open with the ladder...and then in a moment he will get over it and toss you aside like the others. Then we have Braun Strowman, the not so big and bad monster among men. Well Braun Brock Lesnar is not just any man...he is Brock frickin Lesnar! You my friend will be slightly tougher to take out than the rest, but rest assured Brock has something extra special in mind for you. Braun Strowman my client is going to F-5 your ass straight to hell via a ladder.
Gentlemen, if somehow any of you even manage to climb up the ladder when my client is...well you get the best part of the ladder. The very pinnacle of the ladder. Mark my words, if you so much as try to tempt fate and stop my client, he has authorized me to inform you that he will repeatedly bash your skull onto the ladder until you are a bloody mess, and then drop you right where you stand. I certainly hope you are all getting the picture here. The more you think about it the more it makes sense. Brock Lesnar is the only person who is even remotely worthy of becoming Mr. Money in the Bank. He is the only one with the credentials to handle it. He is the only one with the balls to back up everything he says. He is the ONLY one who is championship material to begin with, and my friends I think it's about time that this company had a REAL Champion. Once my client wins and possesses that briefcase, the countdown begins for whomever is champion, because rest assured when my client marches out to that ring and cashes in that title shot, he WILL become the new UWF World Champion.
With one fell swoop the roaring fans of the UWF who are usually seen cheering cause they just love violence so damn much, collectively change their attitude and start booing as El Desperado appears on the titantron
He's just lying somewhere backstage, straight vibing, he's backstage if you're seeing a ring you're blind or something
So... WALTER ah?
Despy jumps out of the place on which he was vibing on which is definitely backstage and not in the ring, he starts walking towards the camera
Will he be ok? will he stay in the match? will he get his revenge on Suzuki? will others share his fate? who knows, the only thing that's for certain is that the wind's blowing, and you can't stop it.
Despy passes the camera and it starts fading black but we can still hear him chuckle in the background, the fans are left speechless and confused as we roll on
The scene opens to a back alley where one mysterious Yusuke Kodama stays. A hooded figure approaches him and when the hood is removed it's revealed to be Jiro Kuroshio, looking depressed and desperate. He hurriedly asks Kodama...
Ikemen: Is he budging?
Kodama: No... but it is only a matter of time. His fears are placed firmly in his head. He knows the only way to rid himself of them is to give in... and when he does change will occur.
Ikemen: Are you sure? You seriously are my last hope. I've tried everything else... if you can't do it I don't know what I'll do.
Kodama: He will come around. I know of it. I see it. He has no choice.
Ikemen: Well... is there a fee? What do I need to give you?!
Kodama: No no, consider it a favor from an old friend. I still remember the days when me and you would tour the japanese indies. Perhaps the days will come again soon. I sense something of the like will grow between us... and Shibata.
Ikemen's eyes light up. Ever since he sent Kodama to take advantage of Shibata's fears by delivering that KENTA shirt to his doorstep he has done all the right things. Ikemen believed in Spike, he really did... but he always sensed things might not go to plan... which is why he called upon an old friend he met in the japanese indie scene to help, and it seems to be working. What could the future hold for these two?...
Following the few seconds of buildup to the intro, out walks Curtis Axel, stepping out to the stage and looking over the audience for a few seconds. He has the Television Championship, HIS Television Championship wrapped around his waist - like a true wrestler does. Smiling to himself, he does his usual pose, now with a blast of pyro accompanying him.
He walks down the ramp, looking out at the fans. Rolling his shoulders and running his hand through the short hair that he has, he makes his way closer to the ring.
Tony Chimel: ”From Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing at 6'3" and weighing in at 228 lbs, he is the UWF Television Champion and The UWF's Only Pure Wrestler, 'The Resurrection of Wrestling', Curtis Axel!”
After the mouthful Chimel says, no doubt being given those lines from The Axeman himself, Curtis Axel goes up the steel steps and heads up the turnbuckle. Doing his pose once more, he then unhooks the Television Championship around his waist and holds it above his head with pride. After a few moments, surely to allow for the photographers and fans to take any pictures they need to of what a true champion looks like, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring, beginning to warm up by running the ropes once. The referee moves over to him, telling him to relinquish his championship, and with a look of hesitation and a few moments spent stalling, he finally relents in handing the TV Title over. Now, all there is left is to wait until he once again can show the world what it means to be a Wrestler.
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.
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DING DING DING
Axel walks to the center of the ring and extends his hand. Will the handshake finally happen? Bray just stares at him in his corner, not really showing any emotion. After what seems like an uncomfortably long time, Bray finally gets a big smile on his face and he walks up to Axel, pushing his hand away and instead goes in for a big hug! Axel seems caught off guard by this but gives him a few pats on the back as well. The only problem is, Wyatt won't let go. Axel realizes the trouble he's in as Wyatt damn near squeezes the life out of him. The Television Champion fights back by punching Bray on the top or his forehead. Bray lets go and looks hurt. He's holding his head and asking why Axel punched him. Curtis charges and takes him down with a clothesline only for Wyatt to get back up and taken down with a second one. Bray scrambles to his feet by the ropes but Axel comes over and clothesline him to the outside!
Corey Graves: Can you believe it, Bray just wanted to be Axel's friend. If I was Gallows, Spears or Tyler, I'd take note of how he treats his friends.
Tom Phillips: C'mon Corey, it was blatantly obvious what Bray is trying to do. Also how am I the one sticking up for Curtis Axel?
Corey Graves: I think he's a great wrestler but still, this attack on a friend makes him a little suspicious.
Bray is on the outside with a shocked expression still on his face. The face soon turns to anger as he slides back into the ring and runs at the Axe Man, taking him down with a running cross body! He stays on top of him and just starts hammering away at his head. Axel covers up and manages to roll away. Both men get to their feet but it's Bray who runs forward. Axel is able to use his own momentum against him as he lowers himself and catches Bray with a flapjack onto the top rope! Wyatt backs away holding his throat and choking. Axel bounces back on the ropes and comes forward with the Axe Bomber but Wyatt somehow telegraphs it and spins around really quickly to take Axel out with the Jump Scare Clothesline! Axel is damn near folded in half and Bray lays over his leg to pin him to the mat.
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Axel kicks out! Bray grabs him and brings him back up to a vertical base. He grabs his head with both hands and yells in his face "I just wanted to be your friend!". He then lifts him up for a vertical suplex but instead just launches him causing Axel to free fall to the mat. Bray just stares at him as he lies on the mat before he falls down and rolls around with glee, laughing up a storm. Axel rolls out onto the apron to try and get away from the madness. Wyatt meanwhile gets up to his feet and hunches over like a lineman, watching as Axel picks himself up with the ropes. Wyatt then runs forward, maybe trying to spear him to the outside but Curtis catches him with a knee right to the face! Wyatt tumbles backwards and Axel enters the ring. He rushes over to Wyatt as he's trying to steady himself, takes his back and executes a german suplex! Now Wyatt is the one folded over and Axel makes the pin.
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Wyatt kicks out! Curtis grabs a fistful of hair and brings Bray up along with him. He kicks him in the gut and hooks his leg, perhaps going for a Perfect-Plex. Bray however fights him off with some shots to the midsection followed by a headbutt. This dazes both men but Bray is in control. He grabs the wrist of Axela and Irish whips him into the corner. Bray then runs hard into the opposite corner before coming back full speed, looking for a body avalanche in the corner. Axel however dives out of the way and Wyatt just eats the corner chest first! He takes a few steps backwards from the impact and Axel grabs him, tossing him with a saito suplex! He rolls away to a corner and takes a bit of a breather while Wyatt lays in the middle of the ring. He looks to go back no the attack but as soon as he makes one step, Bray picks himself up in the spider walk position. This stops Axel dead in his tracks.
Tom Phillips: No matter how many times I see it, this will never not send chills down my spine.
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt has always been a master a mind games but to see this new incarnation of him, it seems he's only gotten better at it.
Corey Graves: If I was Axel I'd just run over and stomp that spider.
As if Axel just heard Corey, he runs over and just puts the boots to Bray who quickly falls right back down to the mat. Axel is going to town on him but the ref pulls him away and gets between the two. As this happens, Bray simply gets right back into the spiderwalk! He flips over onto his belly and starts laughing. Axel comes over to stomp him some more but Bray pops up and scoops him up, spinning him around in the opposite way before dropping him down over his knee with a gutbuster! He flips Axel over onto his back and slides over him to make the pin.
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Axel gets the shoulder up after a lackadaisical cover! Bray gets up onto his knees and looks down at Axel, giving him a little applause. He stands up and tells the rest of the crowd to go ahead and clap for the Axe Man. Some fans do but most just boo. Wyatt gets angry and instead just goes t jump on top of him with a senton but Axel gets his knees up! Bray's spine is nearly bent in half as he bounces off the knees and falls face forward on the mat. He's holding his back in pain as Axel gets back to his feet. He walks over to the corner and gets on the second rope. Bray is still down and doesn't see Axel as he jumps off with a diving pointed elbow right to the spine! Wyatt cries out in pain and rolls out to the apron.
Axel won't let him get far as he comes over and grabs Bray. He pulls him back into the ring through the ropes but Bray suddenly gets a burst of strength and from his lower base, he's able to lift Axel up and over the ropes. The Television Champion lands on his feet however and when Bray turns around he eats a stiff forearm to the face. Axel comes back into the ring and Wyatt tries to surprise him with a clothesline. Axel ducks this and Wyatt turns around only to get scooped up into a pendulum backbreaker! Wyatt cries out in pain once more but this Time Axel catches him before he can roll away and makes the pin.
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Wyatt kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: So far Curtis Axel has really been showing just why he's the current Television Champion.
Tom Phillips: It's been a long time since Bray Wyatt was UWF Champion but a win over Axel will certainly turn some heads if he can pull it off.
Corey Graves: What are you guys talking about! This is a dangerous man and good on Axel to try to put him away quickly and not fall for his tricks because he knows just how big a threat Wyatt can be. This'll be a big win for either man.
This time Axel backs away and measures Bray as he's struggling to get back to his feet. He's rotating his arm behind him, getting that arm ready for the Axe Bomber. Wyatt has no idea what's coming and when he stands up, he eats the lariat right to the back of the head! He falls face first and Axel quickly locks in the Axehold! Wyatt is scrambling to reach out to the ropes but they're in the center of the ring. He reaches out for Axel's hands but his grip is too tight to break. Wyatt instead just bites down on the hands of the champion. Axel yells out and only pulls back harder. Wyatt extends his hand out like he's going to tap out when suddenly the lights go out.
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell!
Corey Graves: Looks like the building forgot to pay the electric bill
The lights come back on and Axel is still on the mat in the crossface position but Wyatt isn't there and neither is the ref. He looks around and gets up, trying to figure out what's going on but the lights go off again. The crowd tries to light itself up with the lights from their phones but the the arena lights start flickering and behind Axel we can see The Fiend slowly rising from the outside of the ring. He slides into the ring and Axel turns around just as The Fiend jams his hand into his mouth and hooks in the Mandible Claw!
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell is that thing!
Tom Phillips: This can't be legal, where did the ref go!?
Axel is swinging at The Fiend, trying to break free but it's not long until he passes out. The Feidn keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds but finally letting go. He stares straight ahead at the camera before the lights go out once more. When they come back on, the ref is back as well as Wyatt. The ref looks around, almost not sure what happened himself. but Bray is laying over Axel so he drops down to make the count.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!
Mauro Ranallo: Curtis Axel may get on my nerves sometimes with his ego but let's not beat around the bush, he got screwed here.
Corey Graves: Sometimes you have to prepare fr anything when you go up against a man like Bray Wyatt.
Tom Phillips: How do you prepare fr something like that Corey?
Corey Graves: If I had the answers, I'd still be in that ring competing but for now, it's up to Rey Mysterio to stop this mad man.
Bray rolls out of the ring with a big smile on his face, having picked up a victory. Axel is checked on by the ref. Suddenly the lights go out once more and the Titantron lights up showing The Fiend.
He doesn't say a word. He only stares directly into the camera and into the souls of everyone watching as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Mysterio vs Dallas - Bodor
BSS vs Sweet N' Sour, Rowan vs Reigns - Dresden
WARHORSE vs Cedric - Leedles
Team DDT vs Dudleyz - Fauche
Cassidy vs Del Rio, Yano & Ishii vs UE, Axel vs Wyatt - Danny
