Post by Danny on Jul 22, 2020 18:01:24 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves. Tonight we’ve got a packed show! In singles action, Cedric Alexander takes on Erick Rowan.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Bo Dallas taking on Alberto Del Rio.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Rey Mysterio colliding with Adam Cole.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, Trent? and Orange Cassidy will face Monster High.
Tom Phillips: WALTER and WARHORSE will face Brock Lesnar and Minoru Suzuki.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ve got a huge eight-man tag as the Undisputed Era team with Ishii & Yano to face the team of The Dudleyz and Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Braun Strowman takes on Katsuyori Shibata in non-title competition.
Mauro Ranallo: But first we go to our opening match tonight!
Hathaway Enterprises make their way out looking cool as a pair of cucumbers. The fans cheer them on despite Stokely. He calmly walk to the ring and get ready for their match.
Orton comes out from behind the curtain, bopping along to the beat of 'Bullet with Butterfly Wings.' He throws hang loose symbols to the crowd and hoists his arms up in his classic 'Orton' pose. He poses and makes way for 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto who walks out from behind the curtain. Matanza comes out and sluggishly walks down the ramp alongside Orton.
Tony Chimel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 513lbs. The team of Matanza Cueto and Randy Orton; MONSTER HIGH!
Matanza just walks to the centre of the ring and folds his arms. Orton throws up his arms and poses in front of 'The Monster' Matanza Cueto. Both men back into the same corner and prepare for their match.
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Randy tells Matanza he'll handle things while OC lazily does the same and enters the ring. Randy is all smiles, not taking Cassidy seriously in the slightest. He's the predator of this jungle with Orange as his prey. With his hands firmly in his pockets, Cassidy start unleashing a flurry of kicks. By flurry of course I mean incredibly slowed down kicks to the outside legs of Orton. The crowd is acting as if these are the most devastating kicks in the world and cheer in anticipation as Cassidy backs up, readying his feet for the superkick to the shin! Orton laughs at him, he can take a joke after all but he suddenly leaps up for the RKO! Cassidy pulls his hands out of his pockets and shoves him away but Randy grabs his glasses as he's being shoved. With them in hand, he looks at Orange and throws them on the ground before stomping down on them.
Tom Phillips: Now that's just uncalled for.
Corey Graves: Good! You can't wrestle with shades on! Cassidy was only using them to hide the fear in his eyes!
Mauro Ranallo: I've seen the Jungle book, I know what looking in the eyes of a snake can do. It's great strategy Corey.
Trent pulls out another pair of shades from somewhere and tosses them to Cassidy who puts them back on and the hands go back into the pockets, making the crowd go wild. Randy is now infuriated and he runs forward with a clothesline. Cassidy drops all the way down to his back to dodge it before kipping up. He looks at Randy as if to say, is that all you got? Orton kicks him in the gut and tosses him out onto the apron through the ropes, keeping a hold of the head. He pulls him back into the ring, hanging his feet n the middle rope before dropping down to spike him with the hangman's DDT but Cassidy but slips out and ends up landing on top of Randy. The ref goes to make a quick pin but Orton kicks out before a 1 count.
Randy rolls over onto his feet while Cassidy simply rolls all the way across the ring and heads to the outside for no particular reason. Orton is beyond frustrated and calls for Matanza to get him. The Monster jumps down and walks over to him as Randy exits the ring and does the same. They meet Cassidy who is all alone but Trent runs off the apron and dives onto Matanza! Orton meanwhile grabs the orange juice bottle by the ring and chucks it at OC. It hits him and opens, plashing all over the place. Cassidy licks his lips and if he wasn't wearing sunglasses his eyes would have dilated. He runs forward with a front dropkick to knock Orton to the ground. Her picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Orton gets up but Cassidy is waiting on the apron, springboarding in with a a full force superman punch to the jaw!
Mauro Ranallo: Randy Orton just unleashed a monster!
Corey Graves: There's only one monster here and that's Matanza! Get in there and help Matanza!
Orton tries to get to his feet but he's all loopy. He walks right into Cassidy's who ducks down and gets Randy on his back, hooking his head and dropping him down on his knee with The Juicer! He makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Trent and Orange Cassidy!
Trent comes in to celebrate with his friend but Matanza also comes in and the two book it. He checks on Orton and helps him up to his feet but Randy is furious. He's berating the Monster, calling him stupid and useless. Matanza has had enough of this and he headbutts Randy! He picks back up right away by just gripping his head. He then throws him straight out of the ring, Randy flying over the ropes and landing hard on the outside! The Monster isn't done though. He exits the ring and brings Orton back up, placing him on the ring announcers tables. He doesn't bother taking any of the equipment off as he steps on it and grabs Randy, letting him feel the Wrath of the Gods through the table!
Mauro Ranallo: It looks like we may have just seen the last of Monster High.
Matanza calmly walks away from the deconstruction he caused, heading the the back as Randy lays in front of the announcers a broken mess. The show moves on...
We get an image of a home gym the gym looks like it has been used and all of a sudden we cut to an image and we see Rey Mysterio doing pullups. The former champ is doing exercies and he jumps down and he turns to the camera
Rey Mysterio: Citizens of the UWF... It has been far too long since I talked to you. Since I have been open and honest with you. Don't worry this was filmed days before the show. This is me dedicating and working out MY body to the ultimate peak that a hero should be putting time and effort into his body. You see with villians like Bray Wyatt I need to be at my very best. I can't be the same little weak man I was before. You see I need Bray to pay attention to ME again. Bray I don't know if you're done or not with ME but if you are just know I am not done with you because Bray I need to thank you.
Rey goes and he walks by a free weight machine he sets the weights and starts doing tricep extensions. Rey obviously has made some gains as he looks bigger than ever Rey goes and he finishes the set and he continues to speak
Rey Mysterio: I want to thank you for making me truly the hero I always needed to be. I am no longer that weak version of myself. I am finally who I am supposed to be. I am finally the Rey Mysterio everyone was expecting to come back. Though my thank you isn't a kind one. No my thank you is similar to yours a beatdown that you have been waiting for. Bray you made me go on that wild goose chase looking for you. You made me have to talk to all those idiotas about who I once was. I didn't need a history lesson neither did you. What I needed was to teach you a lesson. So Bray just know one day I truly will find the funhouse. Just know one day we will truly meet, and when we do you will wish you never met this hero.
Rey goes and he walks over to the other side of the machine and there is a bench which looks like you can do back rows on. Rey begins to do some back row lifts and you can see Rey's back muscles have just transformed. This is almost a new Rey Mysterio but has the same attitude as the old. Rey is finished with his set and he looks at the camera and begins to speak
Rey Mysterio: Oh don't worry Adam Cole I haven't forgot about you gringo. Oh no Mr. Confident I haven't forgotten about you. I offered you my hand and you slapped it away. You were afraid to show me what the word honorable is. Instead you went with the same old boring villain monolouge. "Oh honor is dead no one cares yada yada." Like really how lame do you have to be to steal every single line from every villain. I called you a swap meet Corey Graves but that is a direspect to swap meets every where so for that I apologize to the swap meets.
Rey gets up from the bench and he goes to his mirror with a weight rack. Rey picks up some dumbells and he begins lifting them. The dumbells says 60 pounds. Rey is lifting heavy and here you can see Rey has been working on the biceps looking bigger and stronger Rey speaks towards Adam Cole
Rey Mysterio: It is okay you and however many memebers in the Undisputed Era are irrelevant too me. I don't care whose in the group because one thing is for sure you can't stop me. Many have tried but here I am still standing Adam Cole I hope you understand that this is the biggest challenge of your life. You think the madman Shibata is? No I am you see what I am is a hall of famer him he is just another champion. He isn't on my level when it comes to what I have accomplished here in the UWF. I am here to push you and make you better but make you realize that your nothing more than just third rate.
Rey goes to the bench and it has 235 pounds already weighted. Rey steps on the bench and he just reps 8 easily Rey racks the weight and Rey begins to speak
Rey Mysterio: You're a third rate villain and you're going to be a third rate champion. Though Adam if you beat me tonight there is a chance for you. A chance for you to be better. A chance for you to be more. A chance for you to be remembered. Though you have to beat me tonight and Adam just look at me.
Rey Mysterio: You're dealing with a different animal than you once thought before. I was wearing a lether jackt for a reason. I am now transformed and better than ever. Adam Cole you talk about how everything will go away and dissapear. No Adam Rey Mysterio is forever. Being the best hero possible is never ending. Villains like you they fall away in dust and they dissapear. They go away and are left forgotten. So perra just know that there will be a explosion tonight but instead it will be you going boom and fading away as I go on and get what I want. Because a hero gets what he wants. See you tonight Adam.
The scene opens with the three members of the Undisputed Era - Bobby Fish, Roderick Strong, and Adam Cole, all standing in a car park. Adam Cole holds a tire iron in one hand and wears a nose guard, the same one he used to take out the Dudleyz. He turns it over in his hands, examining it, before looking at the camera.
Cole: Well, well, well, Shibata. You decided to make yourself more than an obstacle to the greatest stable to ever set foot in a wrestling ring. You made yourself an enemy.
Booes ring out throughout the arena, though they fall on deaf ears. He grins ear-to-ear and continues speaking
Cole:
I don't know if you were trying to send a message or take me out of commission just so you can stand a chance against me when the time comes, but it doesn't really matter. You see, you don't just "take out" Adam Cole. The company itself paid Sweeney off to do the exact same thing to Bobby over here, and guess what happened? We came back. We came back hard. It took us just a MONTH to get back to where I was before, contending for the title I was supposed to win at Backlash. Nothing can stop us now. Not even you.
He begins to walk through the parking garage, his boys following him.
Cole: In fact, all you really did was serve to piss us off. You motivated us. While you break down and go insane over a single contender to your IC title, I let my opponents push me to kicking their ass harder. Velveteen Dream wanted to come out and ruin my plan to contend for the UWF Title at Wrestlemania, so I beat him. Our very own former world champ Johnny boy talked a lot of trash too, saying he'd walk right past me, that I'm nothing, and I beat him too. The only people who have ever beat us have beat us out of a lack of us giving a shit. Really your best strategy was just to do nothing. To say yes sir and no sir when I talk to you, and pray to God that I don't outwrestle you into oblivion when the time comes.
They reach the entrance and walk out into the daylight, heading down a sidewalk.
Cole: Because that's exactly what'll happen. You think you're untouchable because you survived Vinny. Good job. That's plenty of people. But the fact of the matter is you're wrestling and holding that title in my shadow. I was supposed to be Morrison's challenger at Backlash, but apparently we weren't sanitized enough for the little nose-picking shits wearing Spike Dudley or Johnny Morrison shirts. If it weren't for us getting suspended, you wouldn't be a world champion. If it wasn't for us getting suspended, Shibata Two Belts would have never existed. Without us, you would be nothing. There's an asterisk next to your whole reign, and it says my name.
He stops next to a postbox.
Cole: When Summerslam comes, you'll get a taste of that reality when I humiliate you like no one has. You will learn that the UE takes care of its rivals quickly... and efficiently. Just like we did at Heatwave.
He pulls a piece of paper and an envelope out of his pocket, using the postbox as a surface to write. The paper now visible to the camera is a picture of Adam Cole after his victory at Heatwave. He signs his autograph on it and sticks it in the envelope, before addressing it to Johnny Morrison and sticking it in the postbox. He turns back to the camera.
Cole: See you at Summerslam, Shibata.
He grins as it fades out. Revolution heads elsewhere.
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.
All you have to do is BOLIEVE!
The crowd goes quiet as they all clamour 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 centre 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 and Bo faces Del Rio.
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The bell rings and both men are measuring one another up, Del Rio seems ready to lock horns but when he gets too close Bo jolts forward wrapping his arm around Del Rios head into a Sideheadlock. Dallas wrenches on the hold and raises a hand up in victory, Alberto Del Rio pulls Bo backwards against the ropes trying to use them to bounce him off of him but Bo tightens the headlock and slides down to one knee to make sure he stays with the hold. Standing back up Bo starts to bounce multiple times on his feet, wrenching on the head over and over again. Del Rio seems like he’s stuck in this hold at the moment, before he pops Bo with an elbow shot to the side of the ribs. Dallas clearly feels it but wrenches on the head again before getting hit again, Del Rio reaches up and pulls Bos hair back. The referee acknowledges him but not quick enough to prevent Del Rio from pulling Bo back against the ropes and bouncing him off of him sending him running to the ropes. Alberto Del Rio holds the back of his neck in relief, not able to protect himself as Dallas come back at him with a big shoulder block that knocks him straight down on his back. Bo raises his arms up on either side of him presenting himself to the crowd
Corey Graves: It seems like Bo Dallas has Alberto Del Rio very well scouted early on.
Dallas quickly turns to his right and hits the ropes, Del Rio rolling over to his stomach as Bo hops over him and continues running the ropes. Alberto stands up as Dallas comes back looking for a clothesline but Del Rio drops down to one knee, ducking the arm completely as Bo keeps hitting the ropes. Del Rio bounces off his knee back up to his feet turning around as Bo comes back and he catches him with his arms spinning Dallas around in the air before dropping him back first unto his knee.
Mauro Ranallo: Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker! I’m not sure Bo scouted that well enough Corey!
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Bo kicks out and immediately starts to roll away from his opponent, who stands up straight. Dallas makes it to the corner, pulling himself up and Del Rio measures him up before charging at him. Bo is ready for him, lifting both his feet up catching the bottom of his boots on Del Rios chest before he extends stomping Del Rio straight down onto the mat. Bo stumbles forwards after the stop trying to keep his footing, as Del Rio bounces off the mat holding his chest. Bo Dallas quickly grabs Del Rios head pulling him up and locking him into a Side-Headlock, looking in the corner he looks out into the crowd knowing what time it is. He runs up the corner spinning around in the air, but Del Rio muscles Bo in mid-move and uses his momentum to toss him off of him making Bo land on his feet in the middle of the ring as Del Rio falls back into the corner. Dallas finds his footing and quickly charges Del Rio, but he’s going to fast as Alberto sidesteps him slapping him on the back mid run causing Bo to baseball slide his feet under the bottom rope and hit the second turnbuckle head first whiplashing him down to the mat with a sick smack. His legs hanging out of the ring and laying flat on the canvas.
Tom Phillips: Oh good lord, Bo might be totally out of it now.
Alberto Del Rio goes to Bo, pushing him under the ropes before he starts to pick him up unto the ring apron, pulling Dallas’ upper body through the top and second ropes hanging him facing the crowd sitting on the second rope. Del Rio gives Bo a forearm shiver right across the lower back, a hard smack that he repeats again. The referee comes up and tells him to get Bo away from the ropes right now, Del Rio non-chalantly shoves the ref away and leaps up going for a Backstabber. But in that last second, Leyton reached up and held onto both of Bos hands preventing him from being pulled back, making Del Rio take a sudden drop unto his own back on the mat. Leyton lets go and walks away as Bo still looks a little out of it but he untangles himself from the ropes back on the ring apron, walking over around the ring post. As Del Rio has instinctively started to crawl himself out of the ring, unfortunately for him sticking his upper back in just the right position as Bo runs up and leaps up hitting a big splash.
Mauro Ranallo: Bo-Lieve That! With an assist from the ever present cornerman Leyton Buzzard.
Corey Graves: Assist or not, you can’t argue with results.
Bo fell from the splash to the outside, but he quickly gets up holding his own ribs and shoving Del Rios now lifeless body into the ring. Sliding in himself and hooking his leg up.
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Bo almost immediately pulls Del Rio back flat on the mat, putting his hands on his opponent and the mat lifting his leg up and driving his knee down on Del Rios neck and head. Bo quickly repeats the action twice more before he stops sitting on his knees looking up for a moment. Bo now grabs Del Rios head and he hooks it under his arm forcing him to his feet as he stands perpendicular to the ropes, he lifts Del Rios arm over his own head going for a suplex lift seemingly going for Twist and BOlieve. Del Rio however quickly widens his stance countering lift, Bo undeterred pauses and then goes to lift him again but once more Del Rio counters. This time Del Rio is quicker to action, lifting Bo up in a suplex vertically twisting over enough to let go of Bo in mid-air causing him to drop ribs first unto the top rope.
Tom Phillips: What a nasty landing for Bo Dallas
Mauro Ranallo: And it seems like the Mexican Aristocrat is looking to make it an even more uncomfortable spot.
As Bo lands on his feet on the ring apron still hanging on the top rope, Del Rio hits the opposing ropes and comes charging at him. Bo quickly moves out of the way, as Del Rio leaps up with both his feet forward seemingly going for a dropkick. Alberto Del Rio manages to get his feet through the ropes, threading the needle and sliding through the ropes completely and landing perfectly on his feet on the outside. As Del Rio manages to keep his balance he turns to Bo who is running across the ring apron and quickly sweeps Dallas’ feet causing him to fall face first unto the ring apron, Bo trying to protect himself lands weirdly on his left arm on the hardest part of the ring. Del Rio frantically moves over and grabs Bos left arm and lifts it up and then pulls it down on the edge of the ring apron once more, Dallas rolls into the ring holding his arm in pain as Del Rio slides in after him.
Corey Graves: Bo Dallas may have injured that arm, and Alberto Del Rio is like a shark that smells blood in the water.
Del Rio grabs Bo as he’s trying to roll away, pulling him up by his left arm. He drives a sharp elbow down on the arm, before he starts to slowly turn under it twisting the arm around. Alberto irish-whips Bo into the corner by the injured arm, seemingly in total control now Del Rio flicks his nose with a smug look on his face. He runs over, jumping up with one foot hitting the top rope going for his patent enziguri, but at the last second Bo drops sitting down in the corner making Del Rio sail over his head with his foot spinning out of control and landing face down on the canvas. Bo holds his left arm in pain, but not in too much pain to prevent him from smirking and tapping the side of his head. Dallas stands up, as Del Rio his shaking his head pushing himself off the mat, Bo grabs Del Rio and pulls him up to his feet throwing him aggressively facing the corner. As Del Rio hits the turnbuckles with his chest, Bo bends down hooking his arm between his legs. But almost immediately, Bo winces in pain.
Mauro Ranallo: Bo Dallas is looking to finish this right now but that injured Left arm has reared it’s ugly head.
Dallas switching his grip, moving his right arm down to Del Rios legs and lifts him up unto his shoulders going for his finisher. But that momentary hesitation cost him, As Del Rio has gotten his wits about him now and kicks off the top turnbuckle. This allows Alberto Del Rio to roll across Bos shoulders back-flipping over, landing on his feet with Bos injured left arm in hand so that he can immediately transition to spin around and lock Bo Dallas in the Cross-Armbreaker.
Tom Phillips: The Cross Armbreaker! What an amazing counter by Del Rio!
Corey Graves: That’s gotta be it, the arm is already injured.
Almost immediately after locking in the hold, Bo Dallas’ flailing legs kick towards the ropes. Leyton coldly and without reaction reaches in to catch one of his boots to pull slightly over and land on the bottom rope, Buzzard quickly climbs on the ring apron to get the referees attention. The referee tells him to get down but peripherally notices the foot on the rope and tells Del Rio to let go, Alberto released the hold and Bo rolls away. Alberto looks up at Leyton with a look of disdain, knowing that it’s somehow his fault he had to release the hold. Leyton Buzzard seems emotionless as he stares down at Del Rio, slowly dropping to one knee on the ring apron getting back down to the floor. Before he can though, Del Rio stands up straight and hits him with a Loud Superkick to the side of the head that knocks Leyton off the apron and to the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: Maaaama Mia what a Kick to Leyton Buzzard
Corey Graves: Alberto Del Rio is a class act, but that seemed uncouth for him.
Tom Philips: After that kind of interference, really Corey?
Alberto looks down at Buzzard on the outside, a smirk on his face, that quickly goes away as Bo Dallas leaps up on his back wrapping his arms around his neck locking in the BO-a Constrictor. Del Rio quickly grabs the top rope, and the referee yells at Bo to let go
Corey Graves: The Bo-a Constrictor, Bo Dallas is squeezing with all his might to put Del Rio to sleep.
Bo won’t let go as Del Rio hooks the top rope leaning on it, the referee quickly starts to count Bo out.
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Mauro Ranallo: BO-vine Intervention!
Del Rio bounces off the mat face first with such force that he rolls to his back in the middle of the ring, Bo covers him going to hook the leg but unable to with his injured arm.
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Corey Graves: Bo Dallas has done it, that Boa-constrictor was so effective in such a short amount of time it allowed him to hit that devastating Bovine Intervention.
Bo falls off of Del Rio to his own back, trying to catch his breath as his music plays. He stands himself up but stumbles backwards unto the ropes holding his left arm in pain as Leyton pulls himself up by the ring skirt to get in the ring.
Here is your Winner: Bo Dallas!
Mauro Ranallo: Results are Results, and that was an impressive win from Bo Dallas
We enter the funhouse in the middle of Bray Wyatt pouring water onto his garden on his windowsill.
Bray Wyatt: Oh hi there everyone, and welcome to my Firefly Funhouse.*yaaaay* Last week I showed you my Machismo, my undefined quality of strength and beauty mixed together to bring about an indescribable attractiveness to myself, what the French my call a certain…I Don’t know what…But that isn’t what ole Bray Wyatt is about as a whole. Sure, I’ll pull up my pants and do a muscle man dance when I need to go out ON THE TOOOWN. But after I tone and sculpt my guns, I like to take some time out to get in touch with my more Gen-Tile side by doing a lil bita Gardenin.
Bray waters the flowers a bit more, poking his finger into the dirt before he rears his head back and starts waving his hand in front of his face.
Man-o-Man I sure love getting my green thumb on, but these Pesky ole flies sure don’t wanna leave me alone huh.
A big pink rubber tongue comes through the window, ‘catching the fly’ swallowing it as a frog hops up outside the window shortly after
YOWIE WOWIE! Look everyone, it’s one of my newest Funhouse friends, Bradley the Bullfrog!*Yaaaay* What’re you doing there you ole Bullfrog? Catchin Flies, in your mouth?
Bradley the Bullfrog: Well if you know anything about me, you know that I love the taste of Freedom. Unlike a lot of the so-called “Americans” running around nowadays who perverse and twist what Freedom is all about, it’s that kind of person that tries to point the finger at Great Americans and blame them for their mistakes. The Only thing I like tasting more than Freedom itself, is Success…which is something I am all too familiar at getting unlike the majority of you watching*booo*
Bray Wyatt: Whoa there Bradley, I feel like you’re going a lil overboard there, my Fireflies spread across the Whole Wide World so TakeIt Eaaasay.
Bradley the Bullfrog: Taking it “Easy” is for the weak minded and weak willed, I have never taken a step back of faltered and that is why I have succeeded in Everything I do. But does anyone recognize My genius, my Forethought, or my creativity? No they ignore it and hide it away because True success stories aren’t as palatable as orchestrated ones. I deserve recognition, I WANT the Reward for my brilliance that I RIGHTFULLY Deserve
Bray Wyatt takes his gardening glove off, lifting his closed fist in front of the Frogs face. He slowly opens his fingers up, and from his hand small lights float up into the air. The frog starts to shoot his tongue at the fireflies uncontrollably stopping his rant as Bray starts to giggle.
Bray Wyatt: Heeheehhahha Ya See everyone, Bradley is a mean ole Bullfrog, but if you know what one is weak towards you can always find a way to divert their attention. And that Greedy WRESTLING-A…Frog..hahaha…Welp he can’t stop himself from going after Anything shiny. Be it gold or spotlight, and it is that Greed that connects him to so many of the faults of my other funhouse friends. Tusker will gorge himself overtly on the possessions of others like he would on Possessions themselves, it makes Bradley like Damien in that jealousy and Envy over what others have will drive him, sometimes to anger and Wrath like Mekhane. Bradley The Bullfrog is however very passionate, and his as a cause of his Greed… is capable of showing the trappings of success to the outside world but shiny objects and monetary gain don’t define greatness.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?
Bray Wyatt: Oh no!
The door opens and from behind peaks in a familiar old face, as dramatic music plays ending with a loud scream of terror
Bray Wyatt: Hold on there Boss, I didn’t mean anything by that.
Boss: Monetary Gain is all we have as a society, it’s all that matters. Ratings, Bank, Views, it's all about The Numbers, and if you don’t provide them. The Only thing you deserve is to be...F-F--
Bray Wyatt: WHOA WHOA, It’s Okay Boss I mean…Not to put a bee in your bonnet but, I don’t think you’ve been around for a Loooong time. So maybe it’s time to change your point of view on-
Bradley the Bullfrog: How dare you talk to a brilliant man like that, you forget your history. If it weren’t for people like us, your little Malibu dreamhouse wouldn’t even be around.
Boss: I Created everything that's been slowly grown to what you see today, and if...YOU PEOPLE Don't respect that, then no one deserves the fruits of my tireless labor.
Bray Wyatt: Hey now guys, just because all my little fireflies are too young to have seen so far back, and anyone around then will be hard pressed to remember, there is one thing that will Forever be true and that is that…He…Never forgets. So just because you don’t Reside in here like the rest of my friends, it doesn’t mean your pasts aren’t interwoven and built into the bedrock of my Funhouse! *yaaaay* But with that being said, it does remind me. While you’re all fun friends I’m glad to have here, I feel the ever present grip of greed envelop my own will…but not for money…for new friends. The last time I tried to make a new friend, things got out of my hands. But maybe…Just Maybe…it isn’t too late.
Suddenly Ramblin' Rabbit hops into frame hopping around back and forth shouting.
Ramblin' Rabbit: Naaah Dude! Just leave em alone Bray, move on and we can have fun forever, stop or you're gonna hurt em dude, don't let him come out, Don't let h-
As Ramblin' Rabbit is 'running' back and forth, Bradley the Bullfrogs Tongue shoots in from the window acting like a Clothesline that catches the running Rabbits neck making the puppet drop straight to the ground off screen stopping his ramblings. Bray looks down at the ground where Rabbit is, and then begins to laugh to himself.
Bray Wyatt: That...that is a great idea....Oop but maybe for another time because that's all of it we've got for this episode. Just remember my fireflies, I will always light the way...and all you have to to do...Is Let me in...BYyyyyeee See ya next time!
We open the scene to see Warhorse sitting at a table with his feet up on the desk, he’s incredibly inpatient. He seems to be irritated by something before the scene opening, but we don’t know what it is yet.
Warhorse: …
The door opens, and his partner, Tam comes through the door, she isn’t a fixated character but a prominent member of the Warhorse’s life. He gets his feet off the table and prepares to get up to head out.
Warhorse: HEY, GO ALRIGHT IN THERE?
Tam: Yeah, yeah. It was fine and all.
Both Warhorse and Tam begin to head out of wherever they were, look it ain’t up to me dawg, shit is undisclosed shit you ain’t gots to know.
Tam: You seem a bit riled up, why’s that?
Warhorse: WELL, Y’KNOW. I’VE GOT THAT PIECE OF SHIT WALTER AS A PARTNER ON REVOLUTION. THAT FAT SACK OF FLAB DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER SHOWING UP TO THE PRESS CONFERENCE. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY THEY RUN THOSE, IT’S NOT LIKE THE WARHORSE NEEDS TO TELL EVERYONE ELSE WHAT HE’S GOING TO DO, AND WHAT HE CAN DO.
Tam: So, you annoyed about Walter?
Warhorse: I MEAN, YEAH. THERE’S ALWAYS THE LOOMING FACT OF THAT RACIST SACK OF SHIT WARRIOR IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER.
Tam: Well he doesn’t even exist, I don’t know what you’re bothered about.
Warhorse pauses for a second and stands still.
Warhorse: THAT’S WHAT’S BOTHERING ME THE MOST…
Tam: That he’s in your mind?
Warhorse: NO… just the fact I believe he isn’t. LIKE SURELY SOMETHING LIKE THAT SHOULD BE CLEAR AS DAY, YES OR NO, FACT OR FICTION, AND END OF STORY. YET IT ISN’T.
Tam: Look, he’s been dead for like what, 6 years now? You didn’t even know him when he was alive! It’s not like his ghost is haunting you. He doesn’t exist, right? Leave it as that.
There is another pause but Warhorse keeps on walking along, assuming that’s the end of the conversation.
Tam: Right?!
Warhorse: RIGHT…
They continue walking along with a bit more silence.
Warhorse: WALTER IS A REAL PIECE OF SHIT THOUGH. DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THOSE CHUMPS I’VE GOTTA CLIMB OVER TO GET MY BRIEFCASE.
Tam: Yeesh, tell ‘em how you really feel.
They keep on walking along as the scene closes.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... Eric Rowan!
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 Introducing his opponent...
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*
DING DING DING!
Here we go gents, small man vs big man, HOSS vs vanilla midget, Eric Rowan vs Cedric Alexander, how will this circus-style match start? apparently by Cedric charging Rowan and smashing his forearm into the butcher's mouth! little man can't let big man recover so he continues the attack with knife-edge chops, punches and more forearms! Rowan gets rocked by the surprise first forearm and eats all the other shots like they're flavorful tenderloins, cause he's a butcher ya know, fuck you it was good, so yeah he's eating them and all until he decides he's full and just pushes Cedric away, the power of which sends Cedrick 3/4 to the other side of the ring and makes him lose balance, as he recovers said balance Rowan comes at him like a bull and DESTROYS him with a shoulder tackle that sends him into the corner so strongly that he ricochets off of it and flops face first! Rowan's not done, he's rare, I'm gonna have a field day writing this shit and you're gonna enjoy it, he grabs Cedric and lifts him up into a powerslam position before taking a few steps back, a few steps back of this huge man-beast being like half the ring, then running full speed and sandwiching Cedric between himself and the corner then turning around and dropping him with a powerslam to finish it off!
Tom Phillips: My god, I don't think Cedric Alexander is fit to handle Eric Rowan's power, the man is just too much!
Corey Graves: Just like God said, Rowan is going to destroy Cedric.
Mauro Ranallo: I didn't know you were religious Corey.
Corey Graves: I mean when huge bald ginger with a weird sheep mask who calls himself the butcher tells you a word of God you believe it.
When I said finish it off I clearly meant the paragraph, Rowan's still hurting Cedric really badly, how you ask? by using the good lol sit em up and squeeze the juice out of Cedric's head with his fists, Cedric screams in pain as he tries to pry Rowan's hands away from his face but tough luck bitch you can't, after Rowan decides he's done enough grinding he grabs a handful of the meat and starts shaping it into patties, nah not really but with the size difference I could see it happening, anyway he turns his back to Cedric and stares at the sections of the crowd booing him until they stop, he then returns to Cedric by dropping an elbow on his short rib and staying there for the pin!
1...
2...
NO!
Cedric kicks out! and Rowan doesn't take it well! at all!
The butcher of UWF first reacts by furiously pounding the mat near Cedric with so much force it makes his head jump up and smash back into the mat, after that he goes after the ref, getting super deep into his personal space and threatening him, the ref is having none of this tho and tells Rowan to back off, it seems Rowan still has some common sense as he does as ordered but then he goes after the crowd, yelling at front row fans something about god and finally after some kid cries he calms down a bit and goes back to work on Cedric, he picks him up into a powerbomb position and starts parading around the ring before throwing him, as he throws him tho, Cedric counters the move into a hurricanrana! both men immediately get back to their feet and Rowan charges Cedric even angrier than before, he goes for a lariat but Cedric ducks underneath! Rowan usually works with beef and chicken and his lack of experience with ducks shows when he turns around and Cedric nails him with an enzuigiri! for the first time in this match, the giant is down.
Ya'll thought Rowan will be down for long? nope, Cedric barely even finished his kip-up before Rowan started to get his feet so the small man had to think quickly, he charges the ropes opposite Rowan and nails him with a knee to the head! Rowan is once again down and Cedric once again does a kip-up but, ya guessed it, once again Rowan gets back to his feet super quickly and Cedrick this time jumps over to the apron, once Rowan is fully up he turns around to face Cedric and get a close meeting with Cedric's arm in the form of a springboard lariat! somehow he is still standing but the impact does make him stagger back a bit but a bit is all that was needed for him to be at the ropes so Cedric runs full speed at him and dropkicks him so hard he goes over the top rope! if this was a battle royale of the royal rumble Cedric would have won and just imagine how cool that would have been, IMAGINE, this isn't tho so the ref just starts counting while Cedric catches his breath and Rowan gets up
1!
2!
3!
Rowan's starting to get up and Cedric takes notice of it
4!
Cedric prepares for a suicide dive and does the whole letting the crowd know you're about to do something cool thing you know what I mean
5!
Rowan is fully up now and Cedric takes off with a suicide dive but Rowan catches him by the throat! he stares at him angrily for a second before picking him up for a chokeslam but Cedric slides out of the grip and lands behind Rowan, he pushes him but since Cedric small and Rowan big he only moves a step, he turns around and drops Cedric with a throat thrust!
6!
yeah no one cares about the count anymore ref, Rowan picks up Cedric and throws him into the ring then follows suit, you can see that he's even angrier than usual because there's spit in his beard now and he's almost foaming, the whole thing's disgusting I love it, he grabs Cedric by the sides of the heads and just starts headbutting the fuck outta him! there's a video of sheep headbutting going mental look it up that's basically what's happening here, except the sheep is a 250 lbs giant man, after a few very uncomfortable moments the ref decides enough's enough and tells Rowan to stop so he could check on Alexander, Rowan allows it
Mauro Ranallo: My god, Cedric has had his moments in this match but they are few and far between, this is a mauling
Corey Graves: Just like Rowan said it would be, and all of the UWF is next in line for the butchering
Tom Phillips: Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, Cedric isn't done.
Hey look, for the first time in his miserable life Tom was right! the ref checks on Cedric who tells him he's fine and he begins to get up using the ropes, you probably guessed that Rowan isn't too happy about this so he charges Cedric looking to kill him somehow, the one getting killed ends up being Rowan's jaw as it gets super-kicked out of nowhere! Rowan turns his back on Cedric from the force of the strike but in a second faces him again, that turns out to be a bad idea as Cedric immediately launches himself at Rowan and drops him face-first with a flatliner! Rowan's face bounces off of the mat almost instantly and Cedric has a solution, he'll treat the sheep like a football and kick it at full speed with a dropkick! Rowan's now facing up holding his face, which keeps his body open for a standing moonsault! Cedric hooks both legs and tries his best to keep Rowan down for the pin
1...
2...
NO!
The thicc 250 lbs sheep launches the small 205 lbs man away from him and gets back to his feet, looking to punish the man for the damage he just inflicted on him but if that sheep would have listened in sheep school it would know that sheep rarely get the upper hand over humans and this instance isn't different as the man nails the sheep with a European uppercut, then another one, then another one and a fourth one for good measures! Cedric probably would have gone for a fifth one but Rowan tries to take his head off with a strike so Cedrick takes a sep back to evade it and then rings Rowan's bell with a STIFF roundhouse kick! for the who knows how what time in this match the force of the strike makes Rowan turn his back to Cedric, only this time Cedric capitalizes and goes for the Lumbar Check!
Tom Phillips: Cedric Alexander is going for the Lumbar Check on Eric Rowan! is it even possible for a man his size to lift a man Rowan's size?!
Corey Graves: First of all Rowan isn't a man he's a butcher sheep and of course not!
Mauro Ranallo: Look!
Rowan's feet leave the ground! for a second, then Cedric's back gives out and Rowan elbows him in the neck making him release his grip on Rowan who uses his newfound freedom to go for the ropes and return with a big boot to Cedric's face but the only boots that connect are small boots as Cedrick dropkicks Rowan support leg from under him! Rowan drops the mat and winces in pain while Cedric doesn't give a shit, he climbs to the top rope while the fans cheer him on, once on top, he doesn't waste a moment and immediately jumps off with the Overtime Frog Splash! it connects and once again he hooks both legs for the pin
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Mauro Ranallo: He's done it! Cedric Alexander has beaten Eric Rowan! and we counted him out.
Tom Phillips: I didn't Mauro and I'm glad I did, I see a bright future ahead of this man
Corey Graves: Oh shut up Phillips, there are more pressing matters then who counted Cedric out and who didn't, god lied to us!
Somehow the crowd and Cedric just gloss over the fact that god is a liar and simply celebrate Cedric's victory as Revolution continues
Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar appear on the big screen, putting a halt to the action momentarily.
PAUL HEYMAN
Take a good look. Open your eyes real wide, put your glasses on, contacts in, whatever the hell you need to do, and take a good hard look at the man you see before you. You know for months my client has come in week in and week out and showing out before your very eyes. My client has strapped a rocket to his ass and launched himself to the very top of the ladder here, and in a very short time.
Paul glances over at Lesnar, who is smirking at him.
Well isn't that just the funniest thing. I have said it before, and to this day there are critics who still aren't buying into the brand that is Brock Lesnar. I told all of you he would climb the ladder of success in this company, and he did that by winning the Intercontinental Championship. Not only that but he has stayed on the top of that ladder by defending this belt against any and all thrown at him. Tonight he fights two men he has already destroyed, alongside the unlikeliest of allies. Suzuki there is a very old and very true statement, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Tonight you shall team up with my client, but make no mistake about it, that is where that line is drawn in the sand. You would do very well to stay on the correct side of that line. Unfortunately for WALTER and WARHORSE, they are going to find out the hard way AGAIN what it is like to get in the way of the beast. Gentlemen my client has already successfully partnered up with his teammate tonight, but you two have not. I guess we shall see if your shared distain for my client is enough to keep your egos in check when the time comes.
Alas tonight's match is not just about winners and losers, it is about sending a clear and concise message. My client, as well as the other four men tonight, have been selected as the chosen few to compete in the ultimate contest for the ultimate prize, MONEY IN THE BANK. Now its no surprise to anyone that everyone involved has unofficially announced themselves as the winner already. I'm sure they have in their little heads a fantastic scenario of how they are going to pull off the victory that will propel their career into space. My client however sees things quite differently. My client sees this as just another ladder to climb, literally and figuratively. You see when he grabs that precious briefcase, not if, but WHEN, he will have proved to everyone yet again just why it is Brock Lesnar is the man to beat in this company. Tonight will be just a taste of what is to come, because I have been authorized by my client to inform you that the only way anyone else is going to be able to grab that briefcase, is if you kill Brock Lesnar, or at the very least incapacitate him so badly that he is physically unable to move any part of his body. That my friends is not a prediction, that is a SPOILER. That's right, I'm going to ruin the business of all the Vegas bookies. Mark my words, Brock Lesnar WILL win that match and become mister Money in the Bank, which in turn means he will be the future world champion.
Heyman hands the microphone over to Lesnar.
BROCK LESNAR
WALTER! WARHORSE! You two sons of bitches are coming back for round two tonight, and I can't wait. Nothing makes me happier than being able to hurt not just one, but two enormous pains in my ass in one night. You know when I got the word that I was in the Money in the Bank ladder match, my very first thought was making it about as easy of a night as I possibly can. Tonight I start with you two clowns. I'm gunna kick the shit out of you so much that there is zero chance you show up to that natch at 100%, if you are even able to show up at all. Don't think for a second Suzuki that I forgot about you. Tonight you better make sure you do the right thing and stay on the right side of the ring, because I have zero problems dropping you with an F-5 if you cross me!
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole strutting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He giveszero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking and probably talking about how badly he's gonna beat his opponent.
He begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!
He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner.
Ranallo: Well the recently minted Number One Contender for the UWF Championship will have his hands full tonight when he squares off the legendary Rey Mysterio.
Phillips: A win for Cole tonight would give him a huge amount of momentum heading into Summerslam. Not that his ego needs any more fuel...
Graves: I can't wait to see what Cole, an unmatched athlete in the prime of his career, does to a relic like Rey Mysterio. But personal feelings aside, we've seen Mysterio take something of a dark turn since his problems with Bray Wyatt have begun. No doubt about it, he's a changed man, and that actually makes him the perfect warm-up match for Cole. He can take out one maniac who's lost his mind to prepare for the next.
With that unmistakable grin on his face, Cole looks up the ramp, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Mysterio's music hits the PA, but the UWF's resident Superhero doesn't make his entrance with the enthusiasm he's known for. Clad in darker gear and fostering a matching temperament.
The former International Champ offers some high-fives to the fervent fans in the front row as he passes, but his unnaturally-coloured eyes never leave Adam Cole. With a Terminator-esque stare, Mysterio follows his opponents every move. Cole, for his part, doesn't seem phased by the change in behaviour.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Mysterio climbs into the ring. No posing, no playing to the crowd tonight. He's all business.
Ranallo: This is certainly a new kind of Rey Mysterio -
Graves; New? Don't make me laugh. I'd recognize him anywhere. I've seen this Rey Mysterio before. The ruthless one. It's just been a few years.
Phillips: Bray Wyatt seems to have awoken something sleeping deep inside the UWF's Superhero. And while that may come back to haunt Wyatt, the question now is how does this bode for Adam Cole?
Chimel bails while Mysterio and Cole stare each other down from opposing corners. The Ref makes sure both guys are ready to go before calling for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Like the over-confident son of a gun he is, A Cole just struts on up to the center of the ring. A more single-minded Mysterio meets him there. With a condescending hair flip and a loud open-mouth chomp-chomp-chomp of his chewing gum, Adam smiles and shoves Rey's head away like a bullying older brother. The jaw-jacking goes from there, with Adam calling out Rey. Egging him on. Mocking him. Trash-talking the former - OH MY GOSH Rey isn't having any of it!
The luchador fires back with a stiff right hand to the jaw that knocks Cole senseless. Mysterio follows up with a furious combination of strike to further throw off the balance of the Contender, following that up with a Thesz Press to bring Cole to the mat. Adam covers up, both to keep his shoulders off the canvas and to weather the storm of fists raining down on him. Mysterio is relentless with his ground-and-pound. Normally content to stick-and-move with his high-flying repertoire, tonight Rey is kicking things off with a more straight-forward aggression, pummeling his opponent with his hands and elbows and whatever else he can get in there.
Ranallo: Mysterio hot out of the gate!
Phillips: I wasn't expecting to see this out of Rey, and I don't think Adam Cole was either!
No doubt the fans were shocked, too, though they're adjusting well. A swelling rally backs up Mysterio as he continues to lay them in. The fans are screaming his name, thrilled to see their Superhero turn it up a notch.
The Referee is shouting at Rey, warning him about the closed fists but the famously law-abiding superstar isn't listening. Or maybe he can't listen. One too many voices in his head, these days, perhaps. So with Rey functioning on killer instinct alone and the Ref unable to intervene, it's up to Cole to get himself out. With a couple of desperate hip bucks, he manages to shake Rey lose before he takes his one chance to explode up and out.
Cole scrambles up to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood from where that cocky smile used to be. Mysterio doesn't give me any quarter. The former International Champ charges in. Cole catches him and whips him around into the ropes. Rey bounces off the cables and jumps up on the comeback, clobbering Cole on with a flying forearm. It takes Adam clean off his feet but Rey lands and keeps running, hitting the far ropes before returning at top speed to use a hurricanrana on the now-kneeling Cole to plant his face straight into the mat,
With that, Rey's done enough to try for a cover. He doesn't hook a leg, but opts to press both palms down into the Undisputed Era leader's chest while his purple eyes glare back up the ramp while the Official counts it...
1...
Rey shouts out towards the empty entrance...
YOU SEE THIS, BRAY? DO YOU SEE ME?
2...
Cole kicks out just after two.
Ranallo: Was Rey just shouting out at Bray Wyatt?
Phillips: I think so?
Graves: That's it. He's lost it. Totally nuts. Get him a straight jacket.
Cole pushes Mysterio away, the shove bringing Rey back to reality as he finally breaks his gaze into the ether to focus in on his immediate opponent. He moves to sink in a deep chinlock, but Adam pushes through and gets to a vertical base before clocking Rey with a stiff uppercut. Adam follows up with a boot to the midsection, and then pairs that with a knee to the face, finally getting some choice offense in.
Again, he grabs Rey by the arm to send him towards the ropes. Cole looks to send him flying with a back body drop, but Rey grabs a hold of him with a side headlock. He tries for a bulldog but Adam plants his feet heavy, hoists Mysterio up and flings him off forward. The masked superstar lands belly-first on the mat. Reaching down, Cole grabs his leg by the knee and gets him in a wheelbarrow type position before leaning back fast. He attempts the Cole Day in Hell, only for Mysterio to catch his head on the way back with a reversal and second try at that Bulldog. Cole nearly gets caught but is able to shove him off again.
Rey lands on his feet instead of his tummy and turns, narrowly avoiding a Superkick aimed right at his kisser. Mysterio rolls out of the way. Cole follows him and attempts an Ensiguri. Mysterio evades that, rolling further away and across the ring. Cole kips up while Mysterio stands. The two men stare at each other, the Undisputed Era leader clearly surprised by the fight he's getting, the Superhero looking more fired up than ever.
Ranallo: This is turning out to be an interesting match. Rey Mysterio has had an answer for everything Adam Cole has attempted tonight. Will the leader of the UE be able to adjust on the fly?
Graves: Of course he will. He's a genius between those ropes. My question is whether or not Rey can stay in the real world long enough to actually do any real damage.
Cole and Mysterio charge each other, once again meeting mid-ring, but this time, a wild brawl ensuing. Adam keeps up now, exchanging a shot for every one taken. Both men are landing hard and flush, bony knuckles clicking again tight jawlines while technique are gamesmanship are traded in for what's known in the industry as "ruthless aggression".
It's the black and yellow fellow who waivers first. When Mysterio starts mixing in low kicks, the damage to the calves adds up quick, and Adam finds it hard to launch off haymakers with the power in his base compromised and his balance taken off tilt by the slicing shots to his shins. Rey capitalizes, doing what he does best and making his way to the ropes. He ricochets off and goes high, wrapping legs around neck with some headscissors.
Utilizing the tilt-a-whirl, he aims to take Cole down, but Cole finds the strength to spin with him, keep his feet grounded, and transition it into a spin-out Powerbomb! The luchador's back splats against the squared circle, knocking the wind out of him. Adam sneers and pulls Rey up from there, elevating him with a traditional suplex lift before dropping straight down, driving that masked skull right into his knee cap.
Graves: Last Shot! The original! Nobody does it better!
Phillips: And Mysterio got hit hard! He might be out!
Rey's body falls limp and Cole hastily hooks a leg for the cover. The Official checks the shoulders and makes a count...
1...
2....
Rey kicks out before the final count! Cole sits up and holds an indignant three fingers towards the Ref, but he just shakes his head. The crowd shouts for Rey to get up. Adam mocks them, standing over the fallen luchador before putting his arms in the air and shouting "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" before throwing up the UE gang sign. This garners a sincere wave of hate from the people, and the Number One Contender just soaks it in.
Phillips: Cole doesn't mind taking some time to show-boat.
Graves: He's confident. So what? He should be! How many guys make it to the main event and don't know how to handle themselves. We've seen it a hundred times. But we know, without a shadow of a doubt, that when Adam Cole steps into the ring with Shibata, he's going to act like he belongs there, because he knows that he does.
Cole reaches over to grab Rey again, but Mysterio has had time to recover now, and he swings his opponent around so that he's holding Cole in a reverse-STO position. Once again, Mysterio looks up the ramp, and then right into the hard cam, as if he's making eye contact with some phantom there, before spinning around to deliver a signature maneuver... just not his own.
Ranallo: Sister Abigail! I can't believe it!
Phillips: What's going on with Rey Mysterio tonight?
Rey leaves Cole in a heap and walks up to the ropes, leaning over the top while still looking into the hard cam. He lingers there for a little while and the crowd starts to quiet, unsure of what to make of the Superhero's actions. Eventually, Rey returns to Cole, drops down and makes a cover...
1...
2...
Cole gets a shoulder up. Rey Mysterio mutters something under his breath, but it's unclear what.
Ranallo: Too little too late to make a match-ending cover there.
Graves: I'll say.
Phillips: Rey really needs to get his head in this match if he wants to win. He can't afford to leave Adam Cole any openings like that.
Mysterio pulls Cole up to his feet. Despite the kick-out, Adam is still pretty dazed, and unable to stop Rey from using some considerable strength to lift him high before slamming him down with a reckless Uranage. Again, it's a familiar move, just not something of Rey's.
Peeling him off the canvas, Rey lands another, and then a third Uranage, each more of a haphazard toss than the last, either because he's running out of stamina or because he just doesn't care about finesse or technique.
YOU SEE ME BRAY? SEE WHAT I CAN DO? YOU SEE WHO I AM NOW?
Rey hits the ropes and comes back to land a straight up Senton, and then another after that.
WHERE YOU AT BRAY? DON'T BE SCARED.
He once again pulls a beat-up Cole off the ground, dragging him to the ropes before draping him on the second.
Phillips: Rey is just taking moves from Wyatt's playbook, evidently trying to send some kind of message to him.
Graves: Or he's just gone totally insane.
Ranallo: Whatever it is, this mean streak has caught the Contender off guard. Rey has him in prime position to finish this match now!
Cole is prone and wide open for a 619. Mysterio points at that ghost haunting him, wherever it is, and dedicates the move to Wyatt before hitting the far ropes and coming back fast. BOOM. Knees connect with face and send Adam tumbling back so that's sprawled out on the mat. Rey swings through and lands in the ring. He looks to the turnbuckle, thinking about going high to his one of his signature punctuation marks to wrap things up, but just shakes his head instead.
Phillips: No West Coast Pop? Droppin the Dime? Frog Splash?
Ranallo: Wait... you don't think... he wouldn't... would he?
Rey slowly approaches Cole, as if he isn't quite sure about what he's about to do. But do it he does. He pulls Adam up into a sitting position before kneeling next to him. Cradling the head in arm and holding the mouth open with his left hand, Rey reaches with his right to deliver the Mandible Claw!
Cole comes to and tries to fight back but Rey shoves his hands down the throat without any further hesitation or mercy! He's going to submit the Number One Contender! The Leader of the Undisputed Era is starting to fade when the titantron starts to act up in static, finally clearing and showing Ramblin' Rabbit
Ramblin' Rabbit: Yo dude, you needa stop Rey trust me dude if you keep trying to get Brays attention...You're gonna get His attention too, and we can't-
Bray comes unto screen, with the back of his hand he slaps Ramblin' away off screen. He turns to face the camera and opens his arms with a huge smile on his face.
Bray Wyatt: Rey Mysterio! I know exactly what you're trying to do, and just know that...if you want to play again, we can play fore̶ve̷r in my funhouse....Be̴ care̵f̵ul what you wish for...Pride comes before t̷h̸e̷ ̶F̶all...I see you R̴̦͌e̴̕͜y̷̛͉...W̸̮͙̎̈́e̶͍̤͋̆ all See you.
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The house lights come back on when the video shuts off. Rey is still fixated on the big screen, staring a moment longer before turning around and taking a Superkick flush to the chin! Having fallen silent to bear witness to Wyatt's latest message, the crowd comes to life again to boo the heck out of Cole, who had enough time to recover while Rey was distracted. Mysterio is all but out on his feet, and before he can even hit the ground, Cole grabs him from behind, arms wrapped around the torso, and takes Rey for a trip to the Florida Keys!
Rattling the ring on impact, the UWF's superhero is left virtually lifeless. Cole props him up into a sitting position before running the ropes and coming back fast to nail a vicious Last Shot Mark II! The Shining Wizard KO's Mysterio. Adam drops, hooks a leg, and goes for the pin...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
ADAM COLE!
Cole shovers Mysterio's body away before standing up, demanding the Referee raise his hand in victory. He's totally ambivalent about the message from Wyatt - the story written over the Undisputed Era Leader's face is one of a frustration settled. Like he knows it was a close call, and that in his mind, he just did enough to snuff out any criticism or question of his dominance. Still, it's impossible to question the fight that Mysterio gave him, or to not wonder how things might have played out sans the interuption.
Ranallo: It's Adam Cole who picked up the win, but I think tomorrow's headlines will be all about the ongoing saga between Mysterio and Wyatt.
Phillips: Rey was dead-set on calling out Bray, using his own moves and doing everything he could to get his attention. Perhaps he bit off more than he could chew, or maybe his head was never in this match to begin with.
Ranallo: All that said, he looked impressive tonight!
Graves: Who cares? The guy belongs in an asylum, right next to Wyatt and all the other nuts around here. What matters is that Adam Cole just pinned one of the longest reigning champions in company history. Consider that a shot across Shibata's bow. The Undisputed Era is taking over.
Adam heads up the ramp, Rage Against the Machine blaring through the PA while he once again reminds the irate crowd of his name. Mysterio finally starts to come to in the ring, shirking the Official's attempts to help him up while his lost eyes wander into the mid-distance with that one-hundred yard stare. His demons are far from rested, his score not at all settled. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene opens up backstage and it's El Desperado, sitting at a table looking sharp af because the person that controls him doesn't have any other photos of him
Hmm, WARHORSE, WALTER, Braun Strowman, Curtis Axel, Brock Lesnar and Minoru Suzuki in the MITB match, you know up until now I haven't got the chance to really process that, five men and one god fighting for a briefcase with a contract for a world title match anywhere anytime, that's exciting.
The camera now takes a step back so the table is more visible, it's got 5 small figurines, too small for the camera to pick up what they are
Braun Strowman
Despy picks up a figurine, it's in the shape of two fists
He already got taken care of, he got exposed for what he is, a giant with no ability, we'll see how he'll do with no leg
Despy drops the figurine and chuckles
WARHORSE
Despy picks up another figurine, it's in the shape of a guitar
There's nothing special about him, nothing that makes him a wrestler, he's a fan, brought here so the losers watching could relate to another loser, he will not survive tonight
Despy drops the figurine
WALTER
Despy picks up another figurine, this one is in the shape of a rock, ok it's not a figurine it's just a rock, why would there be a figurine of a rock dummy they're everywhere.
a rock-brained hunk, he likes to talk about pure wrestling and only that but can't engage in it, tonight he will experience real wrestling and won't be able to handle it, he will break
Despy drops the rock
Curtis Axel
Despy picks up another figurine, this one in the shape of the Television title
Suzuki played with him weeks ago and that was when the match had no real meaning, I can't begin to imagine what Suzuki will do to him when the match means something
Despy drops the figurine
And finally, Brock Lesnar
Despy picks up the last figurine, it's in the shape of the Intercontinental title
So far he's been safe, being teamed up with Suzuki so much and never against him but he will get his due, they all do.
Despy drops the figurine
No one escapes the wind, nothing can outrun him, hide from him or withstand him, he's all-destroying and he will crush his two opponents tonight as a forecast for Summerslam.
Despy stares into the camera as he says the last sentence and as he finishes the camera slowly fades to black and Revolution continues
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. It's a familiar scene - the office of Palmer Canon. It's kempt. Potted plants adorn the corners. A framed Summerslam poster is featured on the wall. The desk? Covered in neat stacks of paper, both in-going and out. Canon is busy at work on his lapotop. Gord only knows what he's doing. Someday Scoops may find out. But not tonight.
Presently, an interruption! A knock on the door! Thrice! Louder each time! And then, a barging in before any invitation for entry. Typical. And who else could it be if not Sweet n' Sour Inc.? All three of them! Mr. 12 Large, Larry Sweeney. The Diabetic Dragon, Kyle O'Reilly. The SLUMLORD herself, Asuka. Count 'em. Three.
Canon: Please leave.
K'OR: If we took a vote, the majority would want us to stay. Why do you hate democracy, Palmer?
Sweeney: An excellent question, Kyle! But before you answer him, Canon, riddle me this... where do you get off?
Palmer sighs. He didn't need this. Not tonight. It was a bad flight. He has a sore neck. You can just tell. He gingerly shuts his laptop to address the Pink Team.
Canon: I don't know why you air these grievances with me. It's probably not even something I can fix.
K'OR: I find your lack of faith disturbing. That's from Star Wars.
Kyle turns and whispers in Asuka's ear.
KO'R: That's from Star Wars. Like we talked about.
Canon: Fine. Whatever. Just... please... tell me what this is about.
Sweeney: Oh so now you wanna know, huh chief? Ha! Well I'll tell ya! This... is Asuka!
Larry steps aside to get Asuka front-and-center. She's texting. Probably giving someone an eviction notice. Her pulse never gets above 60 BPM. Totally ambivalent about the whole thing.
Canon: Palmer Canon. How do you do?
He extends a hand to introduce himself. Asuka never looks up. Just keeps texting. After a few seconds of awkward jilting, he turns to Larry.
Canon: Does she speak English.
Sweeney: Ha!
KO'R: Unclear.
Sweeney: At least sometimes.
KO'R: And sometimes not.
Sweeney: Let's just say she's the strong silent type.
KO'R: Like Big Bird.
Canon: Big Bird talks all the time.
KO'R: I meant big birds in general.
Canon: That's... not a good example.
Sweeney: Well hows about you lead by "example" and shatter the glass ceiling on gender disparity around here and sign Asuka to a contract for us, huh pal? Now that Becky Lynch is gonzo, I'm sure the UWF would love to have a token woman wrassler to slap on promotional material. Look no further than our very own Beast from the East! She's a killer, Canon! Philly's most ruthless Slumlord. She'd evict her own grandmother if the broad stiffer her on rent, hand-over-heart, I swear to God. She's tougher than teriyaki!
Canon: She sounds great. But I don't work in talent relations so, like I predicted, I can't help you.
KO'R: Even after all we've done for you?
Canon: You know they started charging me for broken hinges and latch plates?
Sweeney: Yeesh! Those jerks. You should talk to someone about that.
Canon: I have. Through the proper channels. What a concept.
Sweeney: Exactly. That's why we're here. You're our go-to man. What the French call a "liaison".
Canon: Fine. When I have the time, I'll call someone whose job it is, and then maybe they'll call you.
Sweeney: Great! That's more like it! But a little hustle would be appreciated. See, we promised her a job in exchange for some choice real estate and until it's all official, signed and sworn, I think we're in some chintzy territory, ya know, legally speaking, here.
KO'R: Technically speaking, the thing with the mist last week has all the makings of an assault charge. Trust me.
Canon: I hate that I can.
KO'R: Mhmmm.
Sweeney: Mmmmmhhhmmmmmm.
Canon: Hmmm.
Asuka: Let's get food before the match. I want sour chips.
Canon: Sour chips?
Sweeney: O'Reilly family special.
Canon: I won't ask.
KO'R: Good. "Don't ask don't tell" has been Sweet n' Sour policy since I signed on.
Canon: How so little can always be too much information with you, I'll never know. Now please leave. I'm sure you have some stretching to do or whatever before the big match.
Sweeney: Hahaha! Maybe! Ciao, Canon! See that it's done!
Canon: Yeah.
Sweet n' Sour Inc. turns and leaves. Palmer is left with his work and confusion. Revolution continues elsewhere.
We cut to the ring where Intercontinental Champion Brock Lesnar is already in the ring, waiting for his partner and the match to start.
the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him
He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him
As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song
The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring
While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English
Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!
Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away
Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.
"He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:
KAZE NI NARE!!!!
Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring
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.
Dvorak's astonishing piece"Symphony 9" is heard through the arena, which means one thing: WALTER! Fans start to hum along WALTER'S theme but he seems not to care about all this fun, as he stands at the stage, looking around without any emotions in his eyes or at his face. He gathers his hands together at his back and strikes a pose.
Tony Chimel: Making his way from Österreich, Wien, weighing in at 140 pounds, he is "Der Ringgeneral" WALTER!
WALTER slowly walks down the ramp as Chimel announces this monster of a man. As his theme starts to slow down, WALTER makes his way up to the apron. He stops at the apron, turns to the fans and gazes the arena slowly, carefully. He gets inside, stops in the middle of the ring and strikes a pose as his theme once again gets excited and faster. Then he takes his coat off, gets ready for his opponent.
VS
DING DING DING
Suzuki steps out of the corner and Brock is more than comfortable letting him start the match. On the other end, WARHORSE wants to start things off but WALTER won't allow it, instead simply yelling at WARHORSE in german to leave. WARHORSE doesn't back down but Suzuki ends up running over and hits a big boot to the back of WALTER who knocks WARHORSE through the ropes to the floor below. WALTER leans over the top turnbuckle while Suzuki goes to town with some strikes to the kidneys. WALTER finally throws a big elbow back to knock a few screws loose in Suzuki's head. WALTER then goes for a big boot of his own but Suzuki ducks it. WALTER turns around and eats a few slaps that back him into the opponents corner. Suzuki backs off before the ref can tell him anything and argues with him while Lesnar chokes him out behind the ref's back!
Corey Graves: Look at this teamwork from this pair of UFC Champions. Could you imagine their dominance over the tag team division if they decided to be a team.
Tom Phillips: I don't think those pair of egos could coexist long enough to get a title shot.
Corey Graves: They should get a title shot in their first match if you ask me so that's a non factor.
Curtis Axel: Yeah, those two posers can stick to being in the tag division. I'll just be busy carrying this company on my back like I've done since I got here.
Corey Graves: Yeah Axeman, you tell those two.
Tom Phillips: Didn't you lose to Minoru Suzuki though, Curtis?
Corey Graves: Shut up, Tom.
Lesnar lets go when the ref turns around and WALTER falls to his hands and knees. Suzuki runs over and just boots him in the face to knock him down. Suzuki mounts him and just start bringing down palm strikes to his face. WALTER is able to turn over and break free from the onslaught. He gets to his feet but Suzuki is trying to drag him over to his corner. It doesn't quite work out and one massive chop later, Suzuki falls to his knees. WALTER goes over to his corner but WARHORSE is still down on the mat, having landed awkwardly when he fell. Unknown to WALTER, Suzuki has made the tag and a flying knee strike catches him in the face when he turns around! Brock starts throwing hands like the pro fighter he is but WALTER pushes him away.
Brock is all smiles knowing his team is fully in control. He motions for him to bring it and says "come on big boy" in a taunting manner. WALTER rushes forward only fro Brock to swing behind him, grabbing his waist and sending him to suplex city! Brock was able to get some height on that one as WALTER landed high on his neck. Brock is just toying with him right now as he bounces around and checks his pulse. WALTER is slowly getting to his feet with the Beast stalking him. WALTER ends up walking right into Brock who lifts him up over his shoulder in a powerslam position. He's getting ready to take off but WALTER slips behind him. Brock turns around and gets caught with a T-Bone Suplex! Brock is surprised at being thrown like a ragdoll but he gets back up to his feet fairly quickly. He runs over to WALTER and starts striking him as he's getting up but Der Ringgeneral catches him with an Österreichischer Uppercut on the way up! Brock stumbles backwards and then eats a big boot from WALTER! the former challenger to the Intercontinental Championship goes over to his corner where WARHORSE has gotten back on the apron and makes the tag!
Corey Graves: Ugh I really wish I didn't have to keep calling this loser's matches.
Tom Phillips: He has a name Corey and it's WARHORSE!
Corey Graves: Named after the worst Steven Spielberg movie
Mauro Ranallo: Uhh did you see the last Indiana Jones?
Curtis Axel: Gallows did and he enjoyed it...but he probably was drunk when watching it, and generally that is the only way to enjoy both that movie and a match with this "metal allica" moron involved.
Lesnar gets back to his feet but eats a lariat from WARHORSE! Brock stumbles into one of the neutral corners but WARHORSE is hot on his trail, following him over with a clothesline in the corner! WARHORSE then runs out of the corner only to hit a second one. Brock looks shocked as WARHORSE runs in for the third one but Brock dives out of the way, WARHORSE hitting the corner chest first and bouncing back into Lesnar's arms who throws him back with another german suplex! Lesnar shakes off the damage sustained thus far and walks over to Suzuki, tagging him back into the match.
Minoru confidently walks back into the ring and stomps down on the ankle of WARHORSE's. He twists his foot on it as if he was putting out a cigarette causing even more pain. WARHORSE sits up to try and pull his leg away but Suzuki just gives him a punch to the head to knock him back down. He bends down to grab his head and brings him back up. He folds his leg in and lifts him up only to bring him down with a shin breaker. WARHORSE grabs at his leg in pain while Suzuki lays on top of him to make the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
WARHORSE kicks out!
Corey Graves: WARHORSE is an idiot for not staying down right there. We've seen what Suzuki will do to someone to take them out of the match at Summerslam. The more he tries to fight in this match the slower he'll be come Money in the Bank.
Suzuki grabs a hold of WARHORSE's ankle and places him in the Ankle Lock! WARHORSE however immediately rolls forward and Suzuki goes stumbling towards the ropes. He stops himself before he collides with them. WARHORSE comes up behind him, placing him in a chicken wing and half nelson before popping his hips back and delivering a half and half suplex! The UFC Champion lands high on his neck and he writhes around in pain. WARHORSE stomps his foot down a few times, shrugging off any pain Suzuki may have inflicted. He walks over behind him and he's getting up and wraps his arms around his waist. Next thing you know, the Ass Ruler throws him back with a german suplex into the corner! WARHORSE quickly pulls him to the middle of the ring to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Suzuki kicks out! WARHORSE doesn't let that deter him at all. He's fine rulin' ass for a bit longer. He picks up Suzuki and irish whips him to his corner. From there he does his running clothesline followed by another and this time completing the trifecta! WALTER however tags himself in. WARHORSE gets in his face about that but WALTER shoves him away. He instead grabs Suzuki by the throat and lifts him up into the air for a chokeslam. Suzuki however is able to turn it into an triangle choke while he's in the air! He's hanging upside down but WALTER fights to pull him back up like he's going to deliver a devastating sitout powerbomb but behind him Brock comes over and just straight up punches him as hard as he can in the back of the head! WALTER is OUT and WARHORSE tries to enter the ring but with WALTER knocked out in a submission, he calls for the bell right away.
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Brock Lesnar and Minoru Suzuki!
WARHORSE backs away, not wanting to deal with these two post match. The ref comes in and raises both men's hands. Lesnar is smiling with Heyman but Suzuki is looking at him with a lot of intensity, perhaps sizing him up. It looks like he's about to strike but Brock turns around and catches him. Suzuki smiles and backs away, leaving the ring with Desperado as the official checks on WALTER and the show moves on.
The camera flashes back to life as it shows a confused looking Spike Dudley, sitting on top of a box as he stares down towards the Business Card of Team DDT. He scratches his chin, deeply thinking about what should be done as suddenly, arms are flung around his shoulders. The arms belong to his brothers, D-Von & Bubba as both men get real close to Spike's face. Spike hurriedly stuffs the business card into his back pocket as both brothers seemed to have missed it. Bubba takes the floor as he speaks to his brother first.
Bubba: Hey little brother.... what's going on?
Spike: Not alot man, just sitting around and chilling tonight. I have a quiet night but I thought I would come and support you guys.
D-Von: Oh that's so very nice of you brother. We appreciate your support. Is Stacy around here somewhere as well?
Spike: Honestly, I have no idea. I think she might be in our lockeroom but I'm not entirely sure where she is.
Bubba: She ain't there. We just came from there and we are just on our way to the catering section. I need to load up before our big match tonight. Undisputed Era & The Tag Team Champs.... we will need to be on the top of our game.
Spike: Yer, I saw that. No doubt you guys will put on a show like only you can.
D-Von: Damn Dudley right you are... we need to as recently we haven't been feeling ourselves.
Spike: I know what you mean.
Bubba: Listen, we can talk all the small talk we like, it's been nice catching up with you since we haven't exactly had a lot of time together recently with you preoccupied with Ikemen & Shibata. We have to go get ready so we will leave you to it. I have a burrito calling my name over there.
Bubba gives Spike a playful punch to the shoulder as he rubs his little brothers hair and walks off screen. D-Von goes to do the same..... but he stops dead in his tracks. He thinks better off it as he turns back to Spike.
D-Von: Now I know we have a little unwritten rule that you handle your business and we handle ours, only interfering with each others when we need to but I saw Revolution last week. I know Team DDT has made you & Stacy an offer in the form of a business card. Tell me, where is your head at?
Spike: Honestly bro....... I have no idea.
D-Von: So you gonna join them?
Spike: I don't know. Look at what they have done for Braun Strowman after only a week. I need something, I need a purpose and maybe Team DDT will give me that purpose... then again, you know I've always been a Dudley through thick & thin.
D-Von: What does Stacy think?
Spike: She is split as well. That's what makes it harder. I normally go to her with the tough choices but she doesn't know whether it's right or wrong. On the one hand, she realizes this UWF is one where strength are in numbers and on the other..... she has only just got my full attention back after spending so much time with Ikemen recently as Bubba said. I'm split man.... so split.
D-Von: It seems you are in quite a pickle. Look, I'm sure you don't want to know my opinion on the matter so I'm not going to give it to you. Just know that whatever decision you make.... Bubba & I will have your back. Always and forever.
Spike: Thanks, I know I can count on you guys.
D-Von: Just make sure you make the right decision for you. It will effect you the most.
With that D-Von rubs his brothers hair once again, walking away from the littlest Dudley as he takes the business card back out of his pocket. Spike smiles after his brother as he changes his focus to the business card in his hand. A decision will have to be made eventually but it isn't right now.
The shot opens on the trio of British Strong Style stood in a blacked out garage.
Pete Dunne: Last week, we announced our arrival. This week, we announce our arrival… AGAIN! That’s right. We have certainly arrived!
Tyler Bate: Pete.. Pete.. Pete.. No. Just, no. That is incorrect. That really doesn’t work, mate.
Pete Dunne: So? What do you recommend?
Trent Seven: Something more along the lines of; There is nowhere to run when British Strong Style arrives in your yard because when we turn up o n your yard, we’re not just going to be mowing your lawn.. We’re fitting in a brand new water feature to use to drown you in.
Pete Dunne: Little bit aggressive? We’re not heels, boy?
Trent Seven: Wait.. we’re not?!
Tyler Bate: Lads.. listen. We’re sort of in between. We’re kind of good but we’re kind of dickheads at the same time. Get it?
Pete Dunne: Ohhhh! So like Monster High but more British?
Tyler Bate: I guess…?
Trent Seven: Oh, I am most definitely Matanza then.
Pete Dunne: No, fuck you, I’m Matanza!
Tyler Bate: Lads, I didn’t mean we’re exactly like Monster Hi-
Trent Seven: WELL, I’m the biggest boi so I’m Matanza. You’re more like Riddle. Broserweight..
Pete Dunne: YOU THINK TYLER WOULD BE ORTON IN THIS INSTANCE?!!
Pete Dunne lets out a huge belly laugh as Bate looks rather offended.
Tyler Bate: LADS, Can we be a bit more serious please?
The other two members of BSS notice how angry Bate is.. Maybe it’s small man syndrome?
Tyler Bate: Last week’s promo was stunning. We looked so good on TV. More of that please, ok? So let’s run it back.
The trio stand side by side similar to last week and begin to cut rocks with their machete like tongues.
Tyler Bate: UWF UNIVERSE! You know me.. But my comrades have never set foot in a UWF ring. Now I know pain within the UWF, I know suffering within the UWF. All of those that dare to oppose us, will feel exactly what I felt.
Pete Dunne: We’re not going to bring a world of hurt to the UWF.. we’re bringing a galaxy. We are monumental. We are inevitable.
Trent Seven: WE ARE NOT CLICHE. We received many insults about us being cliche and not being anywhere near as good as we think we are.. To all of those that oppose us.. You will fall. Like Bate said, we will make you feel pain and suffering. Yano and Ishii best be prepared to lose those tag titles. As for the other teams in the division, be prepared to feel pain. Teams like the Undisputed Era hardly know pain, they have been very dominant.. We’re about to pour water over their flame and turn them into nothing but steam.
Pete Dunne: The Bruiserweight and Moustache Mountain. British Strong Style.. Not something to be taken lightly. We said last week that three lads are better than one. We stand by this and always will. We’ve come to kill. We’ve come to end streaks, reigns and all in between. By the end of our tenure, we promise that half of the teams you see now.. Will be void. We’re here to end teams whether that be through breaking them up internally.. Or just breaking their internals. BSS are here.
Tyler Bate: BS is in our name.. But we’re not going to take any. We call for all of the teams in the UWF to try and make a play.. Just try and stop us from reaching the top. We’re going to end you, whether you like it or not. No more games, playtime is over, lads. We’ll see you all VERY soon.
The shot fades as Dunne, Bate and Seven stand together shoulder to shoulder. BSS have DEFINITELY arrived.
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 2 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!
Both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign. The crowd are cheering the brothers loudly as both jump down from the turnbuckle and looks ready to go.
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.
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
As the ring bell sounds, in the corner of Sweet ‘n Sour and The Dudleyz, it is decided that Bubba will start the match as D-Von, Larry, and Kyle all step through the ropes and take their respective places on the apron. Diagonally across from them on the other side of the ring, it is decided that Roderick Strong will start the match as Ishii, Yano, and Bobby Fish all step through the ropes and take their respective places on the apron.
Bubba and Roddy start circling each other, feeling one another out, when suddenly each man lunges and they lock-up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Bubba, with his hands on Strong’s collarbone, leaps up and falls to his knees, moving his hands so that when he falls to his knees, a Jawbreaker is executed as Strong is sent flying back, his legs going up as he hits the mat. Roderick is quick to scramble back to his feet as the veteran Dudley charges him and shoulder checks him, knocking him back down to the mat.
Strong is once more quick to his feet as Bubba winds back with a punch but because of the timing of the sequence of events, Roddy is able to catch Bubba’s fist and twist the arm so that he’s pushing down on the hand at the same time he’s pushing up on the wrist as Bubba is trying to pull his arm free. Dudley manages to land a kick to the stomach of his opponent, breaking up the situation as Bubba, now with his arm free, decks Strong, following through with the punch attempt from earlier.
Roderick fires back with a punch of his own but Bubba avoids it by smacking his opponent’s arm away before delivering another kick to the stomach. Roderick takes the kick but keeps coming as Bubba hoists him up and drops him with an Inverted Atomic Drop before following up with a Clothesline. Strong is up as the two men have changed positions and charge one another, each attempting a Clothesline as both connect and both men are knocked to the mat.
Tom Phillips: Well even opponents think alike sometimes.
Mauro Ranallo: In this case, yes that is true.
Corey Graves: It was a coincidence you nerds, save your feedback for when something truly exciting happens!
Both men climb back to a vertical base as Roddy hits Bubba with a Standing Dropkick to knock him back down. After the athletic display, Roddy heads over to his corner and tags in Ishii as the two men trade places. Bubba does the same and tags Sweeney into the match. Larry looks shocked as he maybe didn't want to be in the match yet but he still comes in all smiles. He extends his hand to Ishii who just looks at him blankly. Sweeney then jumps up and grabs his head putting him in a headlock. He's all smile,s his laugh can be heard from the goddamn balcony and he yells "Got him!" while pointing to his head with his free hand. Ishii however looks like he doesn't feel a a thing, quickly grabbing Sweeney and throwing him back with a saito suplex! Sweeney crawls over to a corner and calls for a time put but Ishii bends over and picks him up, unloading with a chop to the chest. He then brings him out of the corner and lifts him up in a vertical suplex, keeping him up in the air as the crowd counts to 20! He finally drops down after all the blood has rushed to Larry's head. He makes the pin.
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Sweeney kicks out! Ishii grabs Larry and brings him to his corner, smashing his head into the top turnbuckle and tags in Ishii. The other half of the World Tag Team Champions comes in and he... immediately runs to another corner to take off the turnbuckles. the ref tries to put it back on the Yano is already in the other corner taking off another. Larry comes up behind him and rolls him up though!
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Yano kicks out! The two get right back to their feet and Larry rushes him and kicks him in the gut. He's setting up for a suplex but Yano turns it into an inside cradle!
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Sweeney adjust his weight to change the pin!
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Yano rolls to pin Sweeney's shoulders to the mat once more!
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Sweeney kicks out! They get up once more but Sweeney is faster and catches him with a schoolboy from behind!
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Yano kicks out! They get back up again and Sweeney goes for a clothesline that Yano ducks, reaching behind and traps Sweeney with a backslide!
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Sweeney kicks out! Both men get to their feet but they are clearly gassed from those pin exchanges and they fall down towards their corners and tag in Bobby Fish and Kyle O' Reilly respectively.
Tom Phillips: And once again these two men set their sights on one another.
Mauro Ranallo: I think they'll hate each other until the end of time. Doesn't help that they've yet to ever really face each other in a regular match.
Corey Graves: Maybe if they weren't unjustly suspended and Sweet N' Sour won some matches, it would have been something we could have seen.
It's white boy karate time as the two start exchanging precise strikes. Bobby throws a head kick that gets dodged. When he spins back around Kyle gives him a few sumo slaps to the chest and a forearm shot to the head. Bobby responds with a european uppercut to stagger Kyle a few steps back. Kyle goes for a high kick but Bobby checks it with his arm, catching it and throwing a punch but Kyle jumps up and catches the arm in a hanging armbar! Bobby isn't one to play games, knowing how dangerous Kyle can be with submission. He just starts stomping down on Kyle's face to break the hold. O'Reilly is a little slow to get up and so Bobby picks him up and delivers a falcon arrow! He hooks the leg for the pin
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O'Reilly kicks out! Bobby gets back t his feet and just starts kicking down at Kyle for a few seconds, taking out some frustrations. He then grabs him by his ears and starts to pull him up. Bobby scoops him up and then plants him to the mat with the World's Strongest Slam, a clear dig at how they took out his old partner Mark Henry. He goes to make a pin once more but Kyle shoves him off before he can even get a one count. He ain't taking a pin on that weak ass shit! Bobby's attempt to humiliate Kyle has backfired as O'Reilly kips up and starts just slapping the shit outta him. He follows those slaps up with a jumping knee to the face and a spinning back fist. Bobby looks to be completely out of it but he's still miraculously standing. Kyle follows up by grabbing and lifting him high into the air before spiking him down with a brainbuster! He goes for the pin.
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Fish kicks out! Kyle wants to beat on him some more but he backs away to create some distance. H'es measuring him for something but we'll never know what as D'Von tags himself in. Kyle looks furious at him but D'Von walks right over to Bobby, Fish gets to his feet and ends up walking right into a swinging side slam by D'Von. He moves to bring Fish back up once more but Roddy has seen enough. He comes into the ring and delivers a jumping knee to the face! Bubba come in and delivers a big boot to Roddy! Ishii enters the ring and takes down Bubba with a lariat! Kyle comes back in and Ishii goes for another lariat, once that Kyle ducks, taking his back and executing a regalplex! O'Reilly gets back to his feet and he's taken down with a spear from Toru Yano! Yano looks more than pleased with himself but His head is grabbed from behind and he's drop with a 98 Comeback Special from Sweeney! Larry is all smiles as he's the only one left standing in the ring but suddenly Tyler Bate, Trent Seven and Pete Dune come out from the crowd and starts attacking all three teams!
Mauro Ranallo: British Strong Style is here! They're attacking everyone!
The ref has no choice but to throw out the match. All the teams meanwhile are fighting between each other, even Asuka getting into the fray. Security comes out from the back, trying to separate all the teams. It'a abosolute chaos as the live feed cuts away while they're all still brawling.
The feed cuts to where Sami and Becky are having lunch somewhere far away from the arena.
Sami Zayn: My buddy just texted me that there's a brawl going on between the five teams in the scramble match. Aren't you glad we're not dealing with that. Let all those loser tag teams deal with each other. Mick's been here one week and he already has lost control. They'll be begging us to come back soon.
Becky Lynch: I thought you already said they've been callin' you all day.
Sami Zayn: They have! They still haven't offered us a good reason to come back yet. A couple more weeks to this chaos and I bet they'll just hand us back our championships. Trust me Becky, we're going to be bigger than ever. Our faces all over billboards, programs, who cares about Shibata when the real faces of UWF will be everywhere. The ratings are going to take a hit without us. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if they offer us the Summerslam main event. Sami Zayn vs Becky Lynch for the UWF Championship!
Becky Lynch: Now that's somethin' I'd luv to see.
Sami Zayn: Right!? Maybe we should hold out until Wrestlemania, give us an even bigger platform! Either way, don't you worry Becks- hold on, I think they're calling me again. I'll go deal with this real quick.
Sami walks away and answers the phone out of earshot from Becky.
Phone Operator: Hello Mr. Zayn? We've checked and your phone is working fine, you haven't received any calls from UWF in the past week.
Sami Zayn: That can't be right! Check again!
Sami hangs up angrily which is hard to do on cell phones nowadays. He's looking a little worried as the show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and your Main Event of the evening!
With the sound of a male roar, an intense theme follows as the crowd begins to boo the Simon System advocate. The, “Monster Among Men” makes his way to the ring with Simon Dean by his side with his gym bag full of products.
Tony Chimel: From Sherrills Ford, North Carolina. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Simon Dean. He is the, “Monster Among Men”, Braun Strowman!
Simon remains ringside as Braun climbs up onto the apron and steps over the ropes. He throws his arms into the air with a roar as he then gets ready for the match ahead.
Ranallo: You wouldn't know it by looking at him now, but some reports indicate that Braun Strowman's leg still hasn't recovered following Minoru Suzuki's brutal assault last week.
Graves: The big man is sporting a solid game face, though.
Phillips: Nobody is going to question Strowman's toughness, but you know Shibata is going to target that leg.
Ranallo: I'm certain he'll try, but contending with the sheer size of The Monster Among Men is no small feat. If Braun can use his many natural advantages to put Shibata down quickly, he'll no doubt have the mental edge heading into Summerslam's Money in the Bank match. I imagine Takagi would be thrilled to have a member of Team DDT hold a victory over the UWF Champion, as well.
Braun looks up the ramp,awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience. Almost everybody besides a couple heroes like Spike Dudley have begun to realize that Shibata is far gone. The wrestler is no more, and a king of monsters has replaced him. Not many people are a fan of that hard truth, and that sentiment is reflected in the audience's reaction. No amount of noise from the crowd however can drown out the loud, scary song that announces the arrival of a king of monsters.
Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF World Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
As his name is announced, the king of monsters arrives. He brandishes a crown of barbed wire that along with the UWF World Championship on his waist, establish his status as king. The fans boo his unwavering stature as he stares down his opponent in the ring...
The king of monsters, stoic and slow, makes his way down to the ring in sync with the tune of the slow, chilling music that plays behind him. Fans boo his every moment and he pays them no attention, his eyes still locked on the other person in the ring. A glare that would haunt a normal person. He stops his glare for a moment as he looks toward the camera man. The poor employee must know what's coming but the king of monsters lets him run away in fear, content with just that this time. The act, even if not as brutal, is booed by the masses and a small grin forms upon the face of Shibata. That grin quickly disappears though once he redirects his glare to the opponent in the ring. The polarizing figure now reaches the ring apron and instead of the normal bow he would once give, he takes off his crown of barbed wire and places it on the ring apron. He then calmly but chillingly walks up the steel steps, and slithers his way through the ring ropes. Now in the ring, his eyes are still locked on his opponent. But finally, he lets go of the gaze, turning his back to his opponent and looking out toward the crowd. He unhooks his championship from his waist and raises it high...
The act is of course responded with thousands of boos from the audience. A look of disgust is placed upon the stoic expression of Shibata and he turns back to his opponent, not taking his eyes off them for a second as he lays his belt in the corner, not wanting to hand them over to the referee. Shibata's hateful stare does not waver as he waits for the match to begin...
Ranallo: For all the questions we have about Braun, one can't help but wonder how the Champ is holding up coming out of that harrowing Hell in a Cell match.
Graves: Did you see him last week? He's already moved on!
Phillips: Well Adam Cole picked up a significant win earlier tonight. Will Katsuyori Shibata be able to match his Summerslam opponent or will he fall a step behind on the road to the Biggest Party of the Summer?
Shibata and Strowman stand waiting in opposing corners. Chimel exits the ring and the Referee calls for the bell to start the evening's featured bout.
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DING DING
Despite talking a big game in the lead up, Shibata's actions are calculated in their confidence, neither brash nor erratic. As such, he doesn't just rush in to assert dominance over the Goliath across the ring. He postures up, fists raised to his chin, feet circling slowly while he looks for an opening.
The technique and prowess are just jokes to the bigger man - the kind he's heard before - the funny games played by little people trying to make a name off of him. He's seen it all, and he knows that at the end of the day, there's not a lot you can do to negate an eight inch height differential, to say nothing of a hundred-plus-pound advantage. So Braun lets the Champ circle while he stands, and watches, and waits.
Ranallo: Shibata perhaps showing a bit trepidation on the out-set here.
Graves: Relax. It's just a feeling out process.
The UWF Champ inches closer and throws some rangey kicks at the supposed bad leg of the Giant. Braun shakes off and moves in, backing Shibata towards a corner. When the The Wrestler finds his spine meeting the turnbuckle padding, Strowman pounces towards him like an animal that has trapped it's prey. Shibata dips, ducks and dives out of the way to dodge getting squashed. Strowman turns to find Shibata backing up a few paces, his expression nonplussed.
Now Strowman presses the action, storming across the ring with purpose as he backs Katsuyori up into the far corner. When Shibata tries to circle, Strowman steps in front of him with surprising speed, clasps his huge mitt over Shibata's neck, and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Before the Japanese superstar can evade, he takes a knee to his solar plexus. With the wind evicted from his lungs, Shibata is left gasping and prone, set up perfectly for a huge biel toss.
Braun throws Shibata across the ring, landing him near the middle. The Champ's back hits the mat hard, but he doesn't have much time to think about it before the Monster Among Men is all over him again. With Simon Dean cheering him on, the behemoth picks up his opponent from behind with two hands around the neck - it's a choke lift of sorts, but not the kind of move you'd learn in wrestling school. The gargantuan disparity in size is emphasized when Braun is able to lift the The Wrestler some two feet in the air by his neck, cutting off his air while flexing his awesome strength.
Phillips: Strowman is just man-handling Shibata in there!
Ranallo: I'm not sure there's anybody else on the roster capable of doing that to any one!
Strowman slams Shibata back down to the canvas. It's nothing pretty, but the force of the improvised maneuver does the trick. With his foe down and out, Strowman drops to make the cover...
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Shibata is out at two! Braun kneels over him before getting back up, unable to hide a bit of pain in his face when he puts weight on the bad leg.
Phillips: Shibata needs to find a way to turn things around soon, or this match isn't going to last long.
Graves: If you had been doing your job and paying attention, Phillips, you might have noticed that Braun's leg is already acting up. How much pain is he fighting through? How long can he even keeps this up?
Braun picks Shibata up and brings him to his feet, just to drop him again with a clobbering forearm to the back. He repeats the attack, slamming his arms into his opponent like felled trees hitting the earth. After a few more shots to send the beat down home, Braun scrapes him up once more before lawn-darting him shoulder-first into the corner. Katsuyori hits the steel between the ropes and stops dead there, unable to move the post despite coming in at high speed. He's all the worse for it. So used to being the one to dominate his bouts, Shibata slips to the mat, holding his shoulder in pain, thrown off his game by the brute force of the Giant.
Ranallo: How likely is it that Shibata still hasn't fully recovered from Hell in a Cell? Is that why we're seeing such a one-sided affair.
Phillips: Or maybe he was just unprepared for Strowman. Maybe Shibata is getting too cocky.
Graves: I'd be inclined to agree with the former. A Hell in a Cell match is unlike any other kind or wrestling match. Even walking away with the win, there's no way he could be at one-hundred percent.
Phillips: But earlier you said -
Graves: Shut up, Tom!
Walking over, and in no rush, Braun grabs Shibata and yanks him up into his arms, holding The Champ across his chest sideways. He turns around, eyes up the far corner, and runs, letting out one of them trademark manly roars as he drives Katsuyori into the parallel corner back-first. The crowd can't help be be impressed by the feat - even moreso when Strowman steps back and nails a release Fall-Away Suplex.
Shibata flips over Braun's head and crashes down into the canvas, beaten and battered. Simon Dean pokes his head under the bottom rope and yells at Braun to hurry to make the cover. Strowman crawls over and hooks a leg while the Ref slides into position...
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No! Shibata gets a shoulder up just before three. Braun looks at the third man like he's dead meat. Dean screams at him to learn how to count. Strowman opts to double down, hooking both legs deep and getting his full weight on to Shibata's chest before trying again...
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But Shiabta wiggles out in time, popping a shoulder up despite a couple hundred pounds of body pressing him down.
Graves: Very impressive by Shibata to get out of there in time.
Phillips: Maybe he should stay down, live to fight another day. You know that Adam Cole and the Undisputed Era are watching in the back and enjoying every second of this. If Shibata is already hurt, it might be best to lay down and survive.
Graves: You clearly know nothing about the man, or what it takes to be a world champion. "Quit" isn't in his vocabulary.
Ranallo: It certainly isn't, but I'll concede there isn't any sense in letting this contest continue if it's going to jeopardize our Summerslam Main Event!
Dean commands Braun to ignore the Ref's shoddy counting and just finish this for good. The Big Man nods and gets to work, getting vertical - though again, favouring one leg - before dragging Shibata up off the canvas. The Champ doesn't put up a fight. Strowman hoists his foe up on to his shoulder to set up the Running Powerslam. He turns, starts to get going and aims to slam the Champ...
Only for Shibata to escape and slide down his back! Braun doesn't have time to turn around before the tenacious competitor dives low and nails him in the back of the leg with a chop block. The bad leg.
Strowman collapses like a skyscraper at the end of Fight Club. His base is devastated. It's instantly clear that his leg is still effed up. He goes down, writhing in pain, holding on to his injured limb.
Graves: See?!? What did I tell you??
Ranallo: And with that, it seems the tides have turned! Will Shibata be able to capitalize?
No doubt, Katsuyori is barely conscious at this point, but he has the wherewithal to roll on top of Braun to try for a cover...
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Braun shoves him off at two, just to go back to nursing the leg. Shibata crawls away, dragging himself to the ropes so he can use them to help himself up. He takes a minute to recover, but there's no rush. Strowman isn't getting up, even with the pleas of Simon Dean overpowering the collective noise from the capacity crowd.
Once he's shaken the cobwebs and finally caught his breath again, Shibata, clutching a sore rib with one hand, limps over to Strowman and puts the boots to the bad leg. Each stomp comes in hard, and pointed. He grinds his heel into the muscle to punctuate all of them. The intent is clearly to do even more damage.
Phillips: Just like Suzuki did last week, Shibata is zeroing in on that bad leg, picking it apart.
Graves: I'm the sure the Champ would have no qualms about seeing Strowman miss the Money in the Bank ladder match at Summerslam. One less problem to worry about in the future.
After he's finished with the stomps to the leg, Shibata caps it off with a horrifying soccer kick to the head of Strowman, immediately dazing, if not concussing the Giant. With Braun now totally prone, The Wrestler grabs the bum leg and drags the considerable mass of his foe towards the corner. He lifts the leg high, with no small amount of effort, and drapes it over the top rope, before doing the same the other. So tall is Strowman that even with his legs up, his shoulder and some of his back are still resting on the mat in the Tree of Woe positon.
Shibata backs up across the ring, takes a deep breath and makes the run, leaping into the air about halfway there before nailing a delayed dropkick on to the injured leg. The impact shakes Braun free. The agony wakes him up. Braun rolls towards the middle or the ring, but finds no solace there. Shibata follows up a P.K. to his back as he sits up. The shin bone cracks against spine, sending shock waves through his entire nerves system. Strowman collapses down. The Champ goes for the cover...
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But Braun gets a shoulder up just in time! Shibata shouts out in frustration and rolls over, grabbing Braun's leg as he kneels beside it before he just starts to HEADBUTT the heck out of it. Calf, quad, event the knee. It's all fair game. The Wrestler bashes his famously thick skull down into the leg as naseum, going into a blind fury as he inflicts as much damage as he can.
Ranallo: Shibata has lost his mind! He's just headbutting Strowman's leg into oblivion!
Graves: It's not textbook, but it's effective.
Phillips: Nobody wins in a headbutt.
Shibata shows no sign of of stopping. Braun tries to roll away but can't escape the wrath of the Wrestler. Left with no other recourse, the Big Man eventually sits him, catches the head in his hands, pulls it to side and just slams it into the canvas three or four times, like a squirrel cracking an acorn. It's enough to shut down the offense. Shibata is left in a heap, twitching, cold. Strowman collapses on him to make the cover...
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Shibata gets a shoulder up and breaks loose, blood trickling from both his nose and mouth following the blows to his cranium, self-inflicted and otherwise.
Braun growls at him then turns to crawl for the ropes, needing their assistance to help himself up. He's moving slow, though, and Shibata comes to quicker than expected. He sees Braun heading for that sanctuary and springs to action, catching the Big Man's leg before he can grab the ropes and hooking in an Ankle Lock! Strowman cries out even more when The Champ grapevines to contort the entire leg in an unnatural direciton.
Ranallo: Just like Suzuki did last week! Shibata has Strowman's leg locked up!
Graves: Shibata has a deadly Ankle Lock! And that knee is practically being twisted out of its socket!
Phillips: They don't come any tougher than Braun Strowman but how much can he withstand?
Strowman reaches for the ropes but is just out of reach, and Shibata's grip only gets tighter, more desperate. He torques further, cranking the ankle at an obtuse angle, threatening to break it. Simon Dean has seen enough, and throws in his rally towel to end the contest. The Referee calls for the bell.
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
THE UWF CHAMPION, KATSUYORI SHIBATA!
Unlike the scene from last week, Shibata instantly releases the hold and crawls away to tend to his own injuries. The Referee raises his arm in victory, only to exacerbate his sore ribs. An irate Shibata shoves him away, sending the Official tumbling through the ropes. He pays no attention to him or Strowman as he collects his championship title.
Graves: That's a huge win for Shibata, especially given the one-sided beatdown he endured to start things off.
Ranallo: It makes you wonder how a rematch might play out if both men win their respective matches at Summerslam.
Graves: If Strowman can even make it there!
Phillips: He never quit, but you can't fault Dean for throwing in the towel. If that ankle broke, there's now way Braun would be competing in a ladder match in just a few weeks. A loss tonight hurts, but there's bigger things on the horizon for these two.
Ranallo: Indeed, Tom. The Money in the Bank contract is a career-changing prize. Strowman will need to recover and rehabilitate this leg injury if he wants to claim it. He can't afford any more damage.
Graves: And Shibata just proved that whatever happened in the Cell, he's still the Champ, and he's ready to take on any and all comers.
Shibata is in the ring when through the crowd, Bobby Fish and Roderick Strong hop the barrier. Shibata looks around at them, ready with his championship in hand if they strike. On the ramp however, Adam Cole casually makes his way down with a lead pipe in hand. He's all smiles as he's got the champion trapper right where he wants him. The three hop on the apron at the same time, Shibata watching for the first one to try and make his way in. Cole is slapping the pipe against his hand. He then burst out in a laugh and jumps back down to the mat. The other two follow and regroup with him as he slowly backs away, still laughing.
Ranallo:Adam Cole playing some mind games out here tonight.
Corey Graves This is one of his strong suits and while Shibata might not think much of him, Cole in a dangerous man, especially with the rest of the Undisputed Era at his side.
Cole points the pipe at Shibata from the top of the ramp, a warning but the champion doesn't seem to find it amusing as he just stares at him, raising his title up high as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Bo vs Del Rio - Rey
Rowan vs Alexander - Bodor
8 man tag - Dresden/Danny
Mysterio vs Cole/Shibata vs Strowman - Fauche
Monster High vs Trent & OC/ WALTER & WARHORSE vs Lesnar/Suzuki - Danny
