Post by Danny on Aug 5, 2020 16:47:40 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, Minoru Suzuki takes on WARHORSE.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Roman Reigns taking on Katsuyori Shibata in non-title competition.
Corey Graves: In tag team action, Shawn Spears and Tyler Breeze will face Maki Itoh and Miyu Yamashita.
Tom Phillips: Curtis Axel will take on Brock Lesnar in a champion versus champion non-title match.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, Rey Mysterio and Bray Wyatt team up to face the team of Ultramantis Black and Spike Dudley but first, we have two members who will compete in the tag team scramble match at Summerslam, Larry Sweeney vs Toru Yano!
About 20 seconds after the song hits Yano comes out spitting water into the air. As he makes his way down the aisle he makes sure to ask every person to buy his new DVD “Yano and Ishii Destroy Carnival Games” hoping that someone will buy it this time. He goes around ringside asking everyone including commentators, time keeper, anyone with a pulse. He then gets into the ring and gives a big shrug before asking the referee and Chimel to buy it. After the refusal Yano hands Chimel a piece of paper to read.
Tony Chimel: Introducing from Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 253 lbs, his DVD is currently selling for $29.99 and they're more at the merchandise stand and in his car, and one half of the UWF Tag Teams Champions, Toru Yano.
He holds the DVD up and goes to the corner to get ready for the match.
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,...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania weighing in at 183 pounds... accompanied by Asuka and Kyle O’Reilly... LARRY SWEENEY!
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 insulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Yano turns around and begins removing the turnbuckle pad behind him. Sweeney sees this, and calls it to the ref’s attention...only to turn around and remove the one behind him as well! With the attention of the ref split, both men manage to get their pad off and it becomes a wild west showdown between the two, circling each other with turnbuckle pad in hand. The duel begins, the sound of pads hitting each other sounding out as neither can get a proper advantage until the referee steps in, yelling at both men to drop the turnbuckle pads and start wrestling. They stop, and look like they are about to lower their weapons, before then deciding to just consensually hit the referee with their pads.
Corey Graves: H-How is that not a disqualification for Yano?! He just attacked the referee!
Tom Phillips: S-So did Sweeney, Corey! He should be DQed as well!
Corey Graves: Nuh uh, Yano’s swing hit first! I saw it, his swing connected first and Sweeney swung to try and block it!
Tom Phillips: No way! They both hit the referee!
While Graves and Phillips are both arguing, Yano and Sweeney are busy attacking each other with the turnbuckle pads in their hands, clashing continuously until simultaneously realizing one key fact - the referee is down! They look to each other, and yell out the same conclusion.
WE CAN CHEAT!
Both men slide out the ring, dropping their turnbuckle pads and grabbing something more dangerous. Yano reaches under the ring and pulls out a milk crate full of his various DVDs while Sweeney grabs a steel chair. Both men slide into the ring, and Sweeney laughs as he sees what Yano’s weapon of choice is. That is, until Yano puts the crate down and throws a DVD at Sweeney like a fastball pitch, the sound of plastic connecting hard against steel rings out at Larry barely blocks it. The DVDs keep coming, connecting with the chair until Larry has enough! He charges Yano, aiming to hit the tag champ in the head with the weapon...only for Yano to dodge out the way! Sweeney cannot stop his swing, so it just rebounds off the ropes and goes right back into his head! Staggered, he backs up right to the waiting Yano who rolls him up in a school boy!
Corey Graves: Yano you moron! You took out the referee with your cheating earlier with the turnbuckle pad!
Tom Phillips: Look again, Corey!
As Phillips says it, the referee staggers up, finally waking from the “brutal” assault with the turnbuckle pads, and goes to count the pin!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
Sweeney barely kicks out, and Yano begins arguing with the referee about the fall. Yano insists it was a 3 count while the referee insists it was a 2. Sweeney stands up, and makes his way to Yano to ask what the argument is about. Yano once again insists it was a three count, and Sweeney begins arguing as well that it was a two count. The two go back and forth with this, the referee just caught in the middle of this.
Yano: THREE!
Sweeney: TWO!
Yano: THREE!
Sweeney: TWO!
Yano: THREE!
Sweeney TWO!
Yano: TWO!
Sweeney: THREE!
Yano: TWO!
Sweeney: THREE!
Sweeney looks proud at himself, and Yano just shrugs and tells the referee to ring the bell, who moves to do so when Larry finally realizes what happened and begins begging the referee to review the fall, O’Reilly and Asuka even jumping on the apron to argue for Sweeney’s behalf as well.
Mauro Ranallo: Toru Yano going a bit Looney on Larry Sweeney there! Genius play by the Suko Naru Dai Dorobo!
Corey Graves: Oh come on, you are going to praise him for that?! That was obviously a two count and you know it, Mauro!
Tom Phillips: Or was it a three count, Corey?
Corey Graves: No, it was a-oh I see where you are going with this, real cheeky Tom but those tricks won’t work on me.
Tom Phillips: Yeah, should’ve known better than to question you saying it was a three count.
Corey Graves: Of course you should’ve known better! It was obviously a three count!
While Phillips tries holding in some snickering from the announce desk, the referee is finally convinced by Sweeney and the rest of Sweet N’ Sour Inc that it was only a two count, and then gets to the next order of business - the hell happened to the ring while he was down? He asks both Sweeney and Yano what happened, and without hesitation they both point to each other proclaiming they started it. This leads to another argument that nearly ends with them grabbing a weapon - Yano the chair and Sweeney one of the DVDs - and swinging at each other only to realize that the referee is up. Yano puts his down while Sweeney goes to pass it to O’Reilly, but Yano yells at him THIRTY DOLLARS! causing Sweeney to recoil back both in shock and confusion. Yano begins bartering with Sweeney about the DVD, continuously saying its cost while Sweeney is getting more frustrated with him. Begrudgingly, he goes to his corner and asks O’Reilly for $30 and is given it, then going over to Yano and handing him the money to which Yano happily stuffs in the leg of his trunks. Sweeney passes it to KOR, who just looks confused at what happens, and goes to grab another DVD to get it out of the ring but Yano yells about that one...also being $30.
Tom Phillips: Yano may be making a fortune tonight!
Sweeney at first goes to get another $30 from O’Reilly, but then realizes that this is a wrestling match! He kicks one of the DVDs on the floor to the outside, upsetting Yano, but then tosses the one he has in his hand into the air. Yano’s gaze follows it, which means he isn’t expecting the rollup from Sweeney!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
Yano barely kicks out, and as the referee continues moving the DVDs out of the ring soon all there is left is one DVD and the steel chair. The referee goes to throw it out of the ring, but O’Reilly gets onto the apron to try and distract the referee! As the ref holds onto the chair, Asuka slides into the ring to try and mist Yano!
Corey Graves: Brilliant! The numbers game is going to work for Sweeney!
Asuka readies herself for the mist…
BUT YANO BLOCKS IT WITH THE DVD!
With his DVD of “Yano and Ishii go to White Castle” now tinted a bright green, he begins screaming at Asuka for damaging his property and chases her out of the ring. Sweeney, however, has a backup plan and grabs Yano by the back into a waistlock! He rushes forward towards the turnbuckle to attempt to shove him chest-first into the exposed turnbuckle, but Yano manages to stop his momentum and perform a standing switch! Soon they are switching back and forth, O’Reilly in the meanwhile continuing to distract the referee all the while, until Sweeney yells in success - he has the waistlock in and his back is to the corner, meaning Yano cannot perform another standing switch! However, he fails to remember - Yano took off a turnbuckle pad as well, meaning his back is to an exposed turnbuckle. Yano knows this, and throws himself backwards causing Sweeney’s back to ricochet off the exposed corner, breaking the waistlock. O’Reilly is in shock, so it buys Yano enough time to connect the 634! The referee turns around to see the rollup, not knowing anything else, and counts the pin!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, ONE HALF OF THE UWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, TORU YANO!
Yano begins celebrating the double victory tonight - he pinned Larry Sweeney and he sold a DVD! He rolls out of the ring, celebrating on the ramp with both UWF Tag Team Titles in hand while Sweeney looks on in the ring, frustrated and wincing in pain from the low blow.
Corey Graves: What the hell was that ref?! Yano cheated! Yano absolutely cheated!
Tom Phillips: So did Sweeney!
Corey Graves: But he didn’t win, Yano did!
Tom Phillips: Yeah and after everything Sweeney did, he deserved to win!
Corey Graves: everything Sweeney did?! He did nothing wrong! Yano just cheated and cheated and STILL won!
Mauro Ranallo: Toru Yano, dubious methods aside, picks up yet another victory as he builds momentum for his team heading into the Tag Team Scramble!
Yano continues his celebration on the ramp, holding up the titles as Revolution heads elsewhere...
The shot opens in the locker room, Curtis Axel sitting alone in the room, his eyes closed. His phone rings but he ignores it. Then a knock is at the door, and Renee Young comes walking in.
Renee Young: Sorry to bother you but they scheduled an interview for you before your match with Brock Lesnar tonight.
Axel doesn't even acknowledge her.
so...since time is running out, would it be fine to do it now?
Finally Axel turns his head to her, keeping his eyes closed.
Curtis Axel: I mean...no? I'm busy.
Renee looks at him with an agitated expression, stepping closer.
You are sitting there doing nothing, Curtis. You aren't even in your ring gear yet! What do you mean you are busy?
Can I not just sit here and think in peace? I'm...trying something.
Renee looks at him.
Trying something?
Axel doesn't respond.
Well can you...maybe tell me what that is?
Axel sighs, opening his eyes.
It was something my former boss tried teaching me how to do. He called it something like...image training? Dude was such a nerd…
And? What is it, exactly?
Essentially, it is putting yourself in different situations of a single match and...playing it out. Thinking about how to win in every type of scenario. Before you rudely barged in, I was in one where Warhorse actually did something for once in his career by being a dominant force in the ladder match. It was kind of surreal, thinking he could actually be a threat, but it also was a bit of a relief.
Renee cocks her head, and Axel continues.
He always used it before big matches to try and prepare himself for worst case scenarios, but...it never seemed to work out for him. I mean, dude lost match after match and yet he kept using this stupid technique to prepare for something that wouldn't even happen.
Axel smiles.
I guess that just makes me as dumb as he was though, doesn't it? After all, if the technique never worked for him and yet I am using it now, there must be some type of irony there or something.
Renee sits down beside him.
I mean...yeah it is pretty dumb, but-
Axel cuts her off.
What else can I exactly do, Renee? Everyone knows I am a...reactionary wrestler. I don't go out there guns blazing and take control of matches, I...I analyze. I overanalyze, until I know the exact course of action to take to victory. Even in a friendly match with Bray Wyatt, it is what I did. I overanalyzed him, because...because I wanted to win. I couldn't just take it at face value as a friendly match I had to see it as something greater, I had to see myself as someone greater than just a friendly matchup.
Renee goes to speak but Curtis stops her.
And let's be real, why shouldn't I see myself as someone greater? I am the Television Champion! I hold the best title in the UWF right now, and even if I haven't been given a chance to defend it I will still gladly claim it as the best because it is the only title held by a Pure Wrestler. Brock Lesnar, Katsuyori Shibata, those men are fighters, and bad ones at that. The both of them? They aren't wrestlers. Brock Lesnar never was a wrestler, and Shibata used to be one before he lost everything that a wrestler prides themselves with. He lost his respect for opponents, lost any respect for the wrestling art. He now just clings to that UWF Championship like it is his last lifeline before he fades away to dust and irrelevance…almost like…
Axel shudders again as his name runs through his head. It doesn't leave, even as he shuts his eyes tight he just shakes his head trying to remove the thought. He opens his eyes again and sees Renee there, and breathes.
...A...Anyways...at least there used to be pride in his opponents and the business. Brock Lesnar lost all form of respect for others as soon as he became a client of Paul Heyman. Let me tell you something about Paul Heyman - he is an 80s reject who should have stayed in the 90s where his relevance was last seen. He is a man who gets praised as a "genius" for torturing men with his booking and promoting women who looked like sexdolls and pornstars to draw a bunch of teenagers who believed that his promotion could be anything close to the future of wrestling. Paul Heyman is a snake who sooner rather than later is going to realize how horrible of a mistake he made aligning with Brock Lesnar was and try to work his way into other groups. Maybe he'll try to make a deal with DDT, maybe he will try to align with someone struggling like Warhorse or Cedric Alexander, hell maybe he will see my success and try to align with me.
Axel shrugs.
But Brock, from a wrestler to a fighter, you should get away from him as fast as possible. Ditch him before he can ditch you, distance yourself from anything to do with him and let him flounder. But I know you won't, because you are too much of a bitch and a coward to speak without someone by your side and you are too egotistical to get someone to team up with you. You want all of the glory, all of the success, but want to put in none of the work. You want to suplex and threaten your way to the top in a company where men like Vinny Marseglia and Jimmy Jacobs have killed others to get to where you want to be. It is like I have said time and time again Brock, you are just a younger model of Scott Steiner. You are a machine with the personality of one as well, a heavily flawed factory of suplexes and disappointment. You parade around with the Intercontinental Championship and believe yourself to be all big and bad, but let me put this in terms that you are going to understand, Brock.
Axel smiles.
Just call me the next Frank Mir, because I am going to tap you out and get even more momentum in my corner for when I head into Summerslam and walk out as Mr. Money In The Bank.
Axel finally stands up and takes off his shirt to begin changing into his ring gear, and a look to Renee makes her and the cameraman realize they need to leave and do so, the feed heading elsewhere...
The camera cuts to UWF Parking Lot as Orange Cassidy and Trent? begin to walk towards the arena entrance.
Trent?:”So we hid the car far away from here, so hopefully the guy will just find the car and leave so we can quit worrying about being hunted. Honestly OC I was starting to feel like “The Fugitive” you know with Harrison Ford? “I DIDN'T KILL MY WIFE!” What a good movie.”
Orange Cassidy:”Never seen it.”
Trent?:”WHAT?! OC you gotta see that movie, dude tonight we are gonna watch it, your gonna love it trust me. I mean it doesn’t have The Rock, or fast cars or family but like I mean it’s a classic. Anyway let’s get in the building and meet with Stokely then we can get out of here and watch some movies.”
The two walk up to the entrance and try to enter but a Security Guard blocks them.
Guard:”Sorry but this is for allowed personnel only.”
Trent?:”Uh yeah us! Dude we’re Stokely Hathaway’s clients.”
Guard:”Nice try, punk,but Mr.Hathaway’s clients already entered the building.”
As if on cue, behind the guard we see Maki Itoh and Miyu Yamashita, Yamashita has her arms crossed while Itoh has a smirk and is flipping off OC and Trent?
Then from the hall we can hear a very loud, very obnoxious voice.
Stokely Hathaway:”Let him in! That’s my star client, Freshly Squeezed Orange Cassidy! He’s in the Money in the Bank, for god sake, watch the programming you gorilla!”
Guard:”Oh my! I am so sorry Mr.Cassidy! You can go in!”
OC slowly walks in but the guard still stops Trent?
Trent?:”HEY? Dude don’t you know who I am? I WAS IN SILENT LIBRARY! Come on, dude OC’s my best friend, we live together, just ask him.”
The guard turns to OC who gives a thumbs…….. only to slowly give a thumbs down.
Orange Cassidy:”I don’t wanna watch The Fugitive.”
Trent? looks on in shock as OC slowly walks away with Miyu and Itoh.
Trent? then turns away from the guard, slips on a fake bleach blonde,horseshoe mustache and walks past him.
Trent?:”Thanks, brother!”
The Guard lets him in and once in Trent? winks at the camera as we fade to black.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a nontitle match scheduled for one fall! Introducing firs and already in the ring, the Intercontinental champion, The Beast, Brock Lesnar!
Lesnar does his signature roar as the crowd boo the mountain of beef in front of them
Tony Chimel: And Introducing his opponent...
Following the few seconds of buildup to the intro, out walks Curtis Axel, stepping out to the stage and looking over the audience for a few seconds. He has the Television Championship, HIS Television Championship wrapped around his waist - as a true wrestler does. Smiling to himself, he does his usual pose, now with a blast of pyro accompanying him.
He walks down the ramp, looking out at the fans. Rolling his shoulders and running his hand through the short hair that he has, he makes his way closer to the ring.
Tony Chimel: ”From Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing at 6'3" and weighing in at 228 lbs, he is the UWF Television Champion and The UWF's Only Pure Wrestler, 'The Resurrection of Wrestling', Curtis Axel!”
After the mouthful Chimel says, no doubt being given those lines from The Axeman himself, Curtis Axel goes up the steel steps and heads up the turnbuckle. Doing his pose once more, he then unhooks the Television Championship around his waist and holds it above his head with pride. After a few moments, sure to allow for the photographers and fans to take any pictures they need to of what a true champion looks like, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring, beginning to warm up by running the ropes once. The referee moves over to him, telling him to relinquish his championship, and with a look of hesitation and a few moments spent stalling, he finally relents in handing the TV Title over. Now, all it is left is to wait until he once again can show the world what it means to be a Wrestler.
DING DING DING!
Here we go fellas, possibly the only two good things to ever come out of Minnesota and they're squaring off against each other, the Television champion Curtis Axel VS the Intercontinental champion Brock Lesnar, technical wrestling ability VS brute force and athleticism, who will come out on top? looks like we'll find out as Brock abandons his usual aggressive start strategy and instead meets Axel in the middle with a collar and elbow tie-up, Brock with all of his glorious meatiness drives Axel back into the corner and after a few seconds the ref separates them and Brock proceeds to laugh at the Television champion who's supposed to have the best wrestling ability, they walk back into the center of the ring and lock up and again Brock manages to drive Axel into the corner but this time Axel pulls a reverse uno card in the last second and places Brock in the corner! Brock at first struggles to get out but Axel's got him tight, eventually, as the ref separates them Brock goes from 0 to 100 as he double legs Axel halfway across the ring!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like this match will be as predicted, Curtis Axel's technical wrestling prowess vs Brock Lesnar's amateur wrestling and strength, do you think Axel can handle it?
Corey Graves: No, there's no one in this company that can handle Brock Lesnar's strength, athleticism and amateur wrestling ability, Axel is a tough nut but Brock will crack him eventually
Tom Phillips: You seem to be really in favor of Brock Corey, Heyman did say that he wanted to expand the Paul Heyman Brand, is it possible that these two things are connected?
Corey Graves: I have no idea what you're talking about Phillips shut up
Yeah Phillips shut up or I'll do to you what Brock does to Axel as we speak, that is smashing his face in with punches, Axel blocks most punches and after some time manages to get his feet on Brock's hips and kick him away and send him to the ropes, while Brock rebounds Axel manages to get to his feet, Brock tries to get him with a knee to the face but Axel moves past the knee and gets Lesnar's back where he locks him in a tight headlock! Brock tries to push Axel away but Axel uses that momentum to lifts Brock and slam him into the mat while keeping the hold locked! Brock immediately wraps his arms around Axel's ribs and sways back and forth, eventually creating enough momentum to flip the position, now that he's on top of Axel Brock locks him in a beautiful and graceful, nah he gets up then knee the drops the fuck outta Axel's face, Axel winces in pain Brock looks at him and smirks
Brock finishes smirking and picks up the still hurt Axel, he gets his back and sends him flying with a german suplex! and then another german suplex! and another german suplex! to finish him off he goes in a different direction and sends him flying with a release german suplex! how innovative of him, with Axel pretty much out for a while Brock takes this time to taunt the crowd, yelling about how he's the best, Axel is a chump and so on and so on, when he finally has enough of talking to the fans he picks up Axel into a powerbomb position, he walks around the ring for a bit to showcase his strength but suddenly stops, not cause he felt like dropping Axel but cause Axel started punching him in the face! Axel rains down punches on the Beast's face like he's Okada or sum until Brock drops him, Axel nails Brock with a punch to the gut which doubles him over, when he tries to posture back up he gets hit with an enzuigir to the back of the head which stuns him, Axel uses that to go to the ropes and rebound with a big boot which drops Brock and Axel again goes to the ropes, this time returning with an elbow drop to complete the Golden Combo! Axel frantically hooks both legs
1...
2...
NO!
Brock kicks out!
Axel takes a second to collect his breath but overall he's not disappointed or anything, he knew that he needed more than that to take Brock Lesnar out, he calmly gets up and stalks Brock who soon after Axel got up, started to get up himself, when Brock is back to his feet Axel runs at him full speed, only he runs past him, is Axel's vision ok? I don't think someone an impaired vision should be allowed to comp, never mind he ran to the ropes so he could rebound with a running drop all is good, the dropkick staggers Lesnar who has to take a few steps back to regain his balance, Axel again runs at him full speed, this time he doesn't go past him but over him as Brock sends him flying over the top rope to the outside! Brock follows suit to ringside where he picks up Axel and rams him into the barricade! Axel again winces in pain and falls down as Brock smiles at his fallen foe, his smile is soon gone as a very loud audience member has caught his eye, it's WARHORSE!
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE'S HERE! THIS MATCH RULES ASS NOW!
Corey Graves:Oh come on! let the men wrestle and shut up!
Mauro Ranallo:You are aware he's not doing anything right? he's here as just a fan
Mauro, Brock doesn't share your stance on the matter so it's not true, he talks some trash to WARHORSE and Axel uses that valuable time to get away, Brock sees that and just runs him over full speed, the Brock truck stops at the foot of the ramp, he raises his eyes and sees Minoru Suzuki!
Mauro Ranallo: And now Minoru Suzuki's here too?! What's gonna happen?!
Corey Graves: I don't know Mauro but I love it!
Brock's face turn ever redder which I didn't think was possible, saliva starts coming out of his mouth as he gets super angry like really angry, he just avenged his only MMA loss to his rival angry look it up, he starts coming up the ramp as Suzuki watches on, smirking, Heyman stops him halfway and reminds him that he's in the middle of a match, he manages to calm down Brock and then tells him to turn around to show him that Axel already got in the ring and the ref is on the count of 7, Brock quickly gets into the ring and picks Axel up by the hair, he points at WARHORSE who's loudly booing then at Suzuki who still just spectates and tells them to watch as he goes to lift up Axel who blocks him from doing so by kneeing him in the face! Lesnar is super stunned and Axel uses that to hook his head and leg and drops him with the Perfect-Plex! Axel keeps a perfect bridge on for the pin
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, The Television champion Curtis Axel!
Curtis gets his hand raised by the ref but he's quick to retract it back to his body to nurse the damage he suffered, WARHORSE still boos while Suzuki watches on and Revolution continues
We enter the empty Funhouse as the door opens and Bray peeks through the door with a smile on his face, he comes inside closing the door behind him and opening his arms out.
Bray Wyatt: Welcome everyone to the Firefly Funhouse! *Yaaay* Sorry I'm a bit late, but there's been a lot going on in the Funhouse since our latest arrival, but No worries because for Todays episode I thought it was time to hear from all of you first hand. Tonight I get to play Touch And Go with my BESTEST friend Rey Mysterio! But, recently...Rey has been getting the attention of...Him....And well I just want to help lil Rey Rey understand why that's a baaad idea. He's gotten a lot stronger and feistier as of late, but while I am totes impressed with the hashtag Gains he's been getting I can't help but be worried for him. Because while Rey Mysterio has been putting the HOM-BRE in SuperMan, He...Is no Man, and if He feels like Rey Mysterio threatens the Funhouse in any way...well...he'll be forced to protect all of us, The Only way he knows how. There are Consequences to your actions Rey...and you need to learn that before it is Far faaaaar to late.
Brays serious demeanor springs a smile to his face.
But if you don't wanna listen to lil ole me, then maybe You'll listen to all the Fireflies who've been writing in.
Bray reaches off screen and grabs a mailmans hat and puts it on, grabbing a mailbag with a loud cartoon thud sound effect dropping it to his feet. He Reaches in with more cartoony squish sound effects and pulls a letter out.
OH! We just gotta Letter, we just got a Letter, We just gotta Letter, wonder who it's from?
As the camera fixes to his face, Bray seems to pull reading glasses out of nowhere and puts them on as he reads the paper
This letter is from Aron and it reads Ahem: Dear Mister MIsterio, I've always been a big fan of yours, that's why I wanted you to know that I don't want you gettin hurt by that mean old fiend. Please stop, before you suffer the congrigations. Signed Aron.
Awww What a heartfelt message, and while poor lil Aron is still learning his big words and might have meant something else, it doesn't take away from the point he was trying to get through to you. Oh and what about this one?: Dear Bray Wyatt, HEY! that's ME hahaa, Dear Bray Wyatt: I've been a fire-fly for a long time now, I learn everything about life from the funhouse because my parents aren't around to teach me. I know you want Rey Mysterio to be a friend, so please protect him from the fiend. Yours truly, Glenn.
Wyatt puts the paper to his chest across his heart as he takes a deep sigh
That just Warms My Soul, and Rey I'm sure your soul would warm up to seeing all the letters I've gotten along the same vein from: Codys, Johns, Matts, and Joels from all around the world pleading with you to pump the brakes on this train of thought that we are the enemy. But I chose this next letter special, it's from a little Firefly named Jorge...he wrote: Hola Mr. Wyatt, my name is Jorge and I'm in Mexico. I've loved Rey Mysterio since all the way back to my firstest memories, he is my hero. Or at least, he was, before he started picking on you and the rest of the Firefly Funhouse. I don't understand why he would get all big and scary and hurt other wrestlers while yelling out your name. It's like a nightmare, and all I wish for...is for the Funhouse to stay protected from big bullies like Rey.
Bray sniffles and wipes away a fake tear, before he takes a deep breath and speaks into the camera.
Don't Worry lil Jorge, The Funhouse will Always be protected, no matter what you can rest assured that this Funhouse will be around for a Long time to come. So the fun, NEVER has to end. Oop, but wait there's more. Ahem: P.S. Little Cabrito is my favorite! You hear that Cabrito, you got a fan hahaha
Bray starts to double over in laughter as he does he turns the letter over showing that they've all been blank the whole time, he continues his histerics before throwing the letter to one side.
We'll be sure to get you an autograph from Cabrito himself my lil hermano, Hey maybe I can even try and get one from Rey for ya tonight when we team up. Wouldn't that be Swell? Ya see Rey, you're headed down a path that is scaring your fans, and bringing danger to yourself. We're all just trying to help you, but if you continue to revoke our nurture...if you refuse to let us let bygones be bygones, if you keep fighting us and preventing us to...
Bray raises the back of his hand up showing the Heal Glove is now on it, Wyatt doesn't finish the sentence instead moving on.
Well then you'd only be asking for the alternative, and forcing your own
Bray lifts up the other hand showing the Hurt glove, as static begins to cover the screen. As the music swells and it seems like the evil is going to take over the show, Wyatt turns both hands over and starts waving happily to the camera.
BYYYYE, See ya'll later!
The scene opens in a car ride, Spears in the driver's seat while Gallows and Breeze are in the back. The three are on the way to the next show, still quite a bit out.
Shawn Spears: So Tyler, you excited? First time you get to wrestle in like a year, dude.
Tyler Breeze: Yeah, I guess? Long as I look good on camera still. Obviously lost some muscle mass during the recovery time so like, I don't want to look super bad for my first appearance.
Luke Gallows: The hell do you mean Breeze? You look good still. Maybe a bit skinnier but like that still ain't bad, y'know?
Yeah but it is just...I'm nervous okay? I don't know the cameramen there so like they could end up doing something stupid. Like imagine if they cut away from the little twirl I do on the entrance ramp to like some kid in the crowd! I would personally kick that kid right in their head if that happens.
Wait, you are more worried about your look on-camera than, y'know, the ring rust? It has been a year…
Shawn we run a wrestling school. Ring rust isn't a thing for us two. Like, even if I was out for ten years I could spend probably two months at Flatbacks and just get right back to peak form.
I...don't think that is how it works.
That is because you just don't ever get hurt. Like, ever Shawn. Like...if there was a possible amount of evers, it would be four of them. You just don't get hurt!
Tyler stop jinxing me! I don't want to injure myself in the first match of my UWF tenure because you kept bragging about me not being hurt!
Gallows sits up.
Hey guys...I just had a fuckin eureka moment. Do you think Jynx is a psychic-type Pokemon because of the idea of jinxing?
Spears and Breeze go silent for a moment.
What the hell is a Jynx?
More importantly, what the hell does that have to do with the conversation, Luke?
No seriously what the hell is a Jynx? Like...I don't even get it on a level of what it is or how that makes sense. Gallows that was just stupid on multiple levels.
No it wasn't! Think about it. Jinxing is a major like, curse phenomenon or whatever right? So wouldn't it make sense if Jynx was a psychic type pokemon to make up for her being based around jinxing others?
Gallows, answer me this real quickly.
Gallows nods.
What the hell is a Jynx?!
It's a Pokemon.
No shit it is a Pokemon, Luke! I mean what the hell is a Jynx?!
...an ice and psychic type?
For that, Breeze smacks Gallows. Spears pulls the car into a gas station.
Okay, calm down guys. We got to make a quick gas stop, so you can stretch your legs or whatever while I fill the tank back up.
All three men leave the car, Gallows entering the little mini mart connected to the gas station while Breeze just stands outside. Spears fills the tank and heads inside just as Gallows leaves carrying two Powerades and about seven bags of chips. He gets right back into the car, and Breeze gets into the front passenger seat this time presumably to get away from Gallows.
Spears comes walking back and gets into the car.
Alright, the total was about $30, so I need like $10 from each of you and we can call it even.
Breeze forks over the money with no problem, but Gallows is hesitant.
Gallows don't pull this shit again, give me the money.
I spent it on chips.
Oh bull shit! You did not spend all of your money in there on chips-
He is cut off by the sound of a bag of chips opening. He turns around, and sees Gallows in his seat with one bag while on the seat next to him are six more bags and the two Powerades he bought.
You...actually spent your money on chips.
I told you we should have stopped at that diner!
So you buy seven bags of chips?
And two Powerades.
Spears turns his head and sighs, not even wanting to argue.
Just give me a damn bag of chips and we'll call it even…
Gallows hands him a bag, smiling from the back seat.
Wait Gallows, did you end up paying Amy the gas money? Y'know, from last week?
Of course Gallows says between mouthfuls of chips.
Wait what the fuck Gallows?! You paid her gas money?!
Why wouldn't I?
Then why don't you pay me any gas money on our car rides?!
Gallows shrugs and eats another chip. Spears just seems defeated as he starts up the car.
Man, if you lose just as easily as you do to Gallows when it comes to gas money, we are going to suck as a tag team…
Spears just nods as he begins to drive off, the three continuing their journey to the arena...when it is only a few hours until showtime...on a multiple hour car ride…
The feed goes elsewhere.
As the theme song of the UWF Commissioner begins to play, the fans in attendance rise to their feet with cheers as the man serving that role, Mick Foley, appears through the curtain and makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. As his music fades out, he raises the microphone he’s carrying to address the crowd.
Mick Foley: Ladies and gentlemen, we are a few weeks from the biggest event of this time of year: UWF Summerslam. At that event, the UWF will strive to once again do what it does best and that’s continue to deliver the best wrestling in the industry. I mean I don’t know about you but Adam Cole versus Katsuyori Shibata for the UWF Championship? The fan in me is salivating at the thought of that slugfest. And the Money in the Bank match? I can’t wait to see who makes their way up the ladder and captures that opportunity. Then there’s the match I specifically tailored and have a vested interest in: the UWF Tag Team Championship Scramble match.
The crowd cheers for this as Foley continues.
That match, regardless of how you fared before I assumed the role of Commissioner, was made to put everyone on an even playing field and give every team the chance to shine and get the opportunity to capture the gold. There have been some hiccups along the way though, and that’s what I’m here to talk about. The Championship Scramble was to feature the defending champions Ishii and Yano, The Dudley Boyz, Sweet ‘n Sour Inc., The Undisputed Era, and British Strong Style. However, as you saw last week, British Strong Style put on something I would barely call a performance and then were brutally assaulted by The Dynamic Duo. As a result, The Championship Scramble only has four teams and that a Scramble does not make.
So who’s going to take their place is the question, but before I answer that I want The Dynamic Duo, who claimed they wouldn’t be back until they got what they felt was owed to them, to come out here and explain to me and all of you why they did what they did to British Strong Style.
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the former World Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch. The two make their way to the ring with microphones in their hands as “Headphones” stops playing and Sami is the first to speak.
Sami Zayn:An explanation? Mick, tell me you're not that stupid? Everyone knows why we did what we did. Apparently you gotta cause a little chaos in order for things to get done around here. The Undisputed Era made their debut by attacking and dismantling the New Day. We haven't seen them since! They even broke their suspension and they were rewarded for it! British Strong Style came in and disrupted an 8 man tag match and what happens to them? They get an immediate title match. Now we tried playing nice. We spoke facts and backed up our claims but for some reason that isn't good enough for you people. You don't answer to wins and dominance, only violence so we did what we had to do.
Becky Lynch: Don't act like there was another way Foley. You know better than anyone that high profile stunts gets you on the highlight reels. Add that to our constant winnin' and you get bonafide legends. So while we may hate the idea of fighting in yet another multi-team match, we'll do what we have to do and put all these loser teams to shame and regain our World Tag Team Championships.
Foley smiles.
Mick Foley: The opportunity given to the Undisputed Era wasn’t a reward, and neither was the one given to British Strong Style. As I said, when I made this match it was to put everyone on an even playing field which means whether you’re a new team or a veteran team, you have the same chance to prove yourself to me and to these fans. Now that I’m Commissioner, WHOOSH, it’s a clean slate, and that would be the case for the two of you but you didn’t do what the others did and just get attention. You put a team on the shelf, injuring three contracted talents for the foreseeable future. So if you thought you were the new team number five in this thing, you’ve got another thing coming. THIS is the fifth team...
”Blockbuster Night Part One” by Run The Jewels begins to play as Foley smiles at the ramp and The Dynamic Duo look to it with disgust, even though they, much like the fans in attendance, have no idea who’s coming out. Soon out walks Uhaa Nation, ACH, and Ron Simmons as the three men stand together at the top of the ramp, their music fading out to silence as they do.
Mick Foley: Remember, just when you think you’ve beaten the system, The Micker always has something up his sleeve!
As the Dynamic Duo both look dumbfounded, Foley’s music hits as he exits the ring. The camera gets one last shot of the new team on the ramp before Revolution heads elsewhere.
Braun Strowman: We’re getting closer to Summerslam, the biggest party of the summer, where I’ll be one of the participants in the Money in the Bank Ladder match. That much is already known, and it also goes without saying that I’m not the type of guy that jumps around the ring, flies high, or even climbs all that much. You consider that and you think, why would EC3 put me in this match? You think, why would I think that I can win a match like this, or why do I believe that I’m going to? Don’t I know that I’ve got an injured leg that’s going to be a big target? Don’t I know that the guy that hurt that leg is in the match? I know all these things, and the reason I think I can win and believe I will is simple: I have these hands.
I’m not that high flying guy, but who cares when these hands can pluck that high flying guy out of the air and make him a pancake on the mat? I’m not someone that’s going to gab continuously to sell you on my chances, but that doesn’t matter when these hands punch those that do yak on and on in the mouth and claim the victory. In other words, to quote someone else in this match, it’s not about if, it’s when. But to put it in my words, after the five of you get these hands, I’m gonna get these hands on that Money in the Bank briefcase and then you’re going to see the, “King of Monsters” get taken down by the, “Monster Among Men” and after I get my hands on him, I’ll get my hands on his UWF Championship and claim it as mine.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The fans are loud, because it’s a new theme so it means new people! DUH! Oh and it is new people! Miyu Yamashita and Maki Itoh, the Joshi duo collectively known as Pop Team Epic! WAIT Stokely Hathaway is with them! NEW CLIENTS! Hathaway as a huge grin, while Yamashita has a serious scowl on her face, Maki Itoh is singing and dancing.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
As the house lights dim down and spotlights begin to shine on the stage, the UWF’s resident supermodel walks onto the stage. With a turn, he smiles, but just as he spins around, his song fades out and into...
Shawn Spears comes out right beside his teammate, and the two give a quick handshake on the stage.
Tony Chimel: “At a combined weight of 430 lbs, Tyler Breeze and Shawn Spears, The Models of Perfection!”
As Chimel finishes announcing the pair, Spears takes the lead in walking down the ramp, Breeze following shortly thereafter while continuing to stare at the reflection of his phone’s camera. Neither man give any attention to the fans, only pausing as Spears hops onto the apron. Breeze walks over to the side, and just as Tyler spins himself onto the apron, Spears raises both fists up in a synchronized pose. Spears looks down at Tyler, telling him to get up, and then hops over the top rope and into the ring. Breeze follows suit, and Spears begins warming up while Breeze drapes himself over the top rope, continuing to admire his face in the phone camera.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Hathaway’s clients rush the corner of the Models of Perfection. Breeze, still occupied by looking at himself, is in danger of getting attacked from behind but Spears shoves him out of the way and takes both girls down with a Double Clothesline. Spears starts putting the boots to them, alternating targets with each stomp, as Breeze joins in and alternates targets with each stomp as well. As both of them are on Miyu, Maki quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs Miyu’s ankle, pulling her to safety as the Models look at her, Spears motioning for them to get back in the ring.
Both women climb up on the apron of their corner, each to one side of the ring post, as the Models see this and begin discussing who is going to start for their team. As Miyu steps through the ropes, Spears charges and rakes the side of her head with his boot, knocking her to the mat. While this goes on, Breeze heads to his corner and steps through the ropes to stand on the apron. Back with Shawn, he’s got a fistful of Miyu’s hair as he pulls her up to her knees and is raining down punches to her head before pulling her all the way up to a vertical base and releasing his hold on the hair, instead scooping her into his arms and dropping her over his knee with a Backbreaker.
As Miyu rolls off of his knee, Spears grabs her by the ankle and drags her over to his corner as he tags in Breeze who uses the top rope to launch himself as he comes crashing down on Yamashita with an Elbow Drop. Breeze gets to his feet after impact as Miyu sits up holding where the elbow connected. Tyler throws a knee to the face to put Miyu on her back again and then climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaping off and connecting with a Leg Drop.
Tom Phillips: I think she just got the wind knocked out of her!
Mauro Ranallo: The Models of Perfection haven’t left the driver’s seat in this contest, and I don’t know if they will.
Corey Graves: Biased as usual! Give Stokely’s girls a chance here, would ya?
Following the Leg Drop, Breeze tags Spears back into the match as Spears trades places with his partner eagerly and rushes the downed Miyu as he sort of cradles her head with a flexed arm and throws punches with the other arm. After about a minute of this, Shawn lets go and stands up as he goes to drop a knee to the abdomen but Yamashita rolls out of the way and he hits nothing but mat. As Spears holds his knee, Miyu is up as she connects with a Standing Dropkick to put him on his back.
Miyu gets up quickly and charges Shawn’s corner, looking to hit Breezy with a Forearm Smash but he drops down from the apron to avoid it. As she turns her attention back to her opponent, she’s taken down by a Running Double Axe Handle by Spears as Breeze climbs back up onto the apron and Shawn tags him back into the match. As the two again switch places, Breeze drops a Double Axe Handle of his own on Miyu before returning to his feet and grabbing her to bring her back to a vertical base as well.
Once brought to a vertical base, Miyu smacks his arms away and pushes him in the chest with both hands. Seeing this doesn’t budge him, Miyu spits in Breeze’s eyes and, as he’s blinded, heads over to her corner and tags in Maki Itoh.
Tom Phillips: Tag made! Here comes Maki Itoh!
Mauro Ranallo: Normally this would be a guaranteed tide turner but the Models of Perfection are arguably as fresh as Maki with their frequent tags.
Corey Graves: We’ll see how long that freshness lasts once “Pretty Boy” Breeze gets his clock cleaned!
Maki charges across the ring at Breeze but her momentum is cut short as Tyler connects with a Supermodel Kick. Breeze tags Shawn back in as Spears goes over to Maki and brings her up into position for a Powerbomb as Tyler heads to the top rope. Spears connects as Breeze does a Diving Beauty Shot as the ring seems to tremble from the devastating combination known as the Perfect Shot. Tyler rolls out of the ring as Spears goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Miyu enters the ring and breaks up the pin as Shawn is laid out, Miyu exiting as quickly as she entered. Maki approaches her opponent now but as she does, he suddenly kips up and wags a finger back and forth at her like, “No, no, no”. Itoh charges him angrily but he turns and uses her momentum against her as he scoops her onto his shoulders and connects with a Running Death Valley Driver!
Tom Phillips: The C4!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: Nooo! Come on, Maki! Come on, Miyu!
Miyu enters the ring again but Breeze is there too as he connects with another Supermodel Kick. With her down, Tyler exits the ring as Spears covers Maki.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Models of Perfection!
*we see Cedric walking around backstage when he notices a camera*
Cedric: Sooo, i imaginen you wanna know why i saved Roman. I just had to do it. I dunno why but i felt like playing the hero and sorry for being one Rowan, i know how you didn't want me playing the hero but things happen. Now we're both moving onto another things 'kay?. And it's not because i'm scared but because i knownthat if i faced you, i'd beat you again. So....yeah. It was nothing to help you Roman, and Rowan, sometimes it's better to let grudges end before one regrets it.
*the segment ends when Cedric leaves the view range of the camera*
Revolution, UWF's premier show takes a break from its usual awesome-ness as the titantron lights up with the face of El Desperado, of course, the fans boo but only cause they're jealous
The first one to fall was Strowman, the second to fall was WALTER, and now the third to fall will be Warhorse, or will it?
Despy gets up and starts walking towards the camera, this time the cameraman won't fall for this trick and starts going backward so as to keep the segment going
Maybe Minoru Suzuki doesn't want to end Warhorse here today, maybe he wants to keep him until Money in the Bank, there's a match right after Suzuki's involving Brock Lesnar and Curtis Axel, maybe Suzuki will take out two birds with one stone tonight? or maybe he'll even take out three birds with two stones tonight by taking out Warhorse then taking out both Brock and Curtis, maybe he won't take out anyone, just to play with their head a little
Despy chuckles
All are very real possibilities as there's no telling which direction the wind will blow, it's unpredictable and once it chooses a path it's unstoppable, and that's just one of the many things that separate Minoru Suzuki from the rest of them, once he chooses a path to go through, he'll go through it, you want proof? just watch.
Despy pushes the cameraman away and pulls out his guitar from somewhere, from where? who knows, his song starts playing and he proceeds to walk out to the ring as the camera changes to the usual entrance one
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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.
Chimel bails and after ensuring both athletes are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.
VS.
DING DING
The intense quality of both men brings out something downright animalistic in each other. So no feeling out process tonight. WARHORSE charges across the ring and Suzuki meets him in the middle. They collide like demolition derby cars before going at it like a cupla Rock'Em Sock'Em Robots. Fist and elbow are coming in hot and heavy. Straights. Hooks. Uppercuts. You name it. Head movement? Only when a shot connects hard enough. Proper technique, evasive or otherwise, is left at the door while the two future Money in the Bank competitors turn it up to eleven and go for broke.
Ranallo: A hellacious start to this bout to say the least!
Graves: There's certainly no love lost between these two.
Phillips: WARHORSE and El Desperado had a lot of trash talk going back and forth this week, and suffice it to say, with a gauntlet thrown down, neither man in that ring is going to back down from a brawl.
Suzuki is the first to gain some kind of an advantage when a jagged European Uppercut dazes the Ruler of Ass. Taking WARHORSE by the wrist, he whips him towards the ropes. The Most Metal Superstar connects and bounces back, ducking a Big Boot from Minoru on the return before planting his feet behind the Japanese legend to try for a German Suplex.
WARHORSE sits down on his hips and yanks back, but Suzuki keeps himself planted before firing an elbow back in his foe's jaw to help him break loose. Minoru pivots but WARHORSE recovers with surprising speed, and catches the UFC Heavyweight Champion with a dropkick right to the chest when he turns around.
With two boot marks imprinted into his chest, Suzuki tumbles down and through the ropes, landing in a heap on the floor. El Desperado rushes over to check on his boss, he shrugs off the assistance while glaring daggers up at the other man. WARHORSE takes a knee in the middle of the ring, throws up the horns and headbangs, riling up the crowd somethin' fierce.
Phillips; The people love WARHORSE!
Graves: They find him relatable. He has bad taste in music and they have bad taste in who they cheer for.
Ranallo: Like it or not, Corey, it's WARHORSE who currently has the high ground over the always dangerous leader of Suzuki-Gun, and an emphatic victory tonight could propel him to the top of the list of favourites to leave Summerslam with the the Money in the Bank briefcase.
Suzuki grabs the second rope and pulls himself up on to the apron, eyes never leaving WARHORSE. The man with the painted face backs off and gives him room to climb back into the squared circle. Minoru steps in and rushes to the middle, enticing his opponent to engage in another wild donnybrook. WARHORSE moves in, fists up, but instead of scrapping it out, he slips Suzuki's first shot to get behind him and finally nail that German Suplex!
Minoru's shoulders slam into the canvas. WARHORSE releases his grip then wheels around to make a cover. The Referee slides in to count it...
1...
2...
Suzuki shoves a thumb into WARHORSE's eye socket to break the hold. The Ref misses the illegal move, but the boos from the crowd coupled with WARHORSE recoiling back, hand held over his eyeball, fills in the blanks for the third man. He admonishes Suzuki, who gleefully ignores the lecture before going to work on his enemy.
Phillips: A blatant disregard for the rules!
Graves: You've seen a Suzuki match before, right?
Ranallo: And now the UFC Heavyweight Champ has turned the tables.
Hooking WARHORSE's arms up over his back in a Pedigree-esque position, Minoru feeds him some nasty knee strikes to the face before flipping him up and over on to his back with a Butterfly Suplex, of sorts. He keeps WARHORSE planted upon landing to try for a pin...
1...
2...
But WARHORSE kicks out! Unfortunately for the beloved hesher, Suzuki hastily transitions into a cross armbar, pulling WARHORSE's right arm through his legs and across his chest before yanking it in the wrong direction. With a cry of pain that sounds more like a Dickenson shout than some kinda pansy plea for mercy, WAHROSE struggles to break free, but the submission is locked in tight. Real tight.
Ranallo: Suzuki has taken out WALTER and was the primary cause of Braun Strowman's current leg injury. We saw what he did to Brock Lesnar earlier tonight. His game plan heading into Summerslam is obviously to do as much damage to his opponents before hand as possible.
Graves: That's because he's a wrestling genius. He knows that anything can happen in a ladder match. They're chaotic. So he's taking as much control of the situation as possible by making sure that nobody is at one hundred percent when that bell rings.
Phillips: And with that armbar on WARHORSE, he could easily take another man out of the running.
WARHORSE writhes and struggles to break lose but Suzuki just pulls harder, veins throbbing in his neck as he puts all his effort into applying bone-snapping pressure. El Desperado cheers him on from the apron while the crowd wills the Most Metal Superstar to power.
While WARHORSE might not be able to break lose, the ropes are just a few feet away. Using what strength he can afford, he drags himself towards that sanctuary with his free arm. Inch by inch, agony coursing through his body, he pulls himself closer to safety. Suzuki attempts to shift his weight down to cut off the escape, but the spirited WARHORSE powers through, finally getting close enough to reach out and grab the bottom rope.
Suzuki doesn't let go, of course, but instead, contorts the limb even more. The Referee gives him a five count to release...
1...
2...
Ranallo: Refusing to release the submission in the match against Braun cost Suzuki a victory, but the damage is still being felt by the Monster Among Men.
Graves: We know how much Suzuki hates to lose, but I have a feeling he won't mind giving up another win if it means putting WARHORSE on the shelf.
3...
Suzuki squeezes and pulls, refusing to let go...
4....
WARHORSE kicks back, finding a home for his boot in Suzuki's face. And then another!
Whether Suzuki was going to release the hold by his own volition will forever be a mystery. WARHORSE taking matters into his own hands is what finally gets him loose from the armbar. A third boot shakes Minoru all the way off.
Using the ropes to help himself up, WARHORSE, frothing at the mouth, lines Suzuki up in his sights as the UFC Champ finds his way back to his feet as well. The moment Minoru is standing, WARHORSE runs, leaps and smashes him with a Woo Dropkick, sending him back-first into a turnbuckle.
Phillips: Huge dropkick from WARHORSE!
Ranallo: He still has some fight left even after being locked in that heinous arm bar!
Suzuki is still hung up in the corner, trying to shake some cob webs. WARHORSE kips up, throws the horns high in the sky for the PEOPLE, slaps some life into the bad arm and then uses that hunk of meat to nail his opponent with a lariat in the corner. He wheels around, sprints across to the far side of the ring and then comes back for seconds! His bent and bruised up bicep brutalizes Suzuki when he clobbers him at top speed. But two ain't enough, baybay. With the crowd cheering him on, WARHAORSE goes for the victory lap and then comes back for a third lariat - the hardest one yet!
The Ruler of Ass steps aside as Suzuki Flair Flops down on to the canvas. Scaling the turnbuckle, WARHORSE pauses to get some choice headbanging in before throwing up the horns one more time. With an arena chanting his name at the top of their lungs, WARHORSE soars off the top and uses that same bad arm to execute a huge Elbow Drop!
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Phillips: What a savage Elbow Drop!
The maneuver lands flush but WARHORSE is slow to capitalize. He sits up, nursing the arm that was crushed on impact. It's the roar of the people that snaps him back to reality. He shakes it off and finally tries for a cover...
1...
2...
But Suzuki kicks out at two!
Ranallo: That armbar is taking its toll. WARHORSE might have had this match won otherwise.
Graves: Maybe he shouldn't use his injured arm for offense. Then again, maybe he'd be doing better if he didn't stop to pander to the crowd every two minutes. This kid has "amateur" written all over him.
Phillips: He might be rough around the edges, but listen to the crowd - they love the WARHORSE!
WARHORSE sits up, undettered in his quest for glory. He stands over Suzuki before pulling him up as well. Except BLAMY! Outta nowhere, Suzuki comes back to life and bashes him in the face with a horrifying headbutt!
Dazed and confused, WARHORSE is unable to stop Suzuki from spinning him around and locking in a Sleeper Hold! He squeezes tight, cutting off the airflow fast. Even behind the face paint, it's easy to see the colour leaving the face. His legs go limp, and WARHORSE is all but unconscious.
Suzuki releases the hold - while it's a surefire path to success, for the Baddest Man on the Planet, it's simply a means to an end. Turning WARHORSE back around, he kicks him in the stomach to double him over before tucking his head to set up for the Gotch Style Piledriver.
Ranallo: That's it! It's all over!
Graves: Nobody but nobody kicks out of the Gotch Style Piledriver.
Suzuki goes to execute his signature move when the lights flicker and a song cuts through the PA...
The UWF Intercontinental Champion storms out on to the ramp with the Advocate behind. Lesnar points up at Suzuki like he sure is in for it. Suzuki drops WARHORSE and heads to the ropes, sitting on the second and raising the third as he gleefully welcomes the Beast Incarnate to join the fight.
Phillips: What's Brock Lesnar doing out here?
Graves: You saw what happened earlier tonight! Evidently he wants some payback.
Ranallo: This might get ugly!
Lesnar stops just outside the ring. Suzuki eggs him on, daring him to come get some and also WAIT HEY WAIT A SECOND, WARHORSE grabs him from behind with a SMALL PACKAGE, BROTHER!
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
WARHORSE!
Suzuki powers out of the cover and WARHORSE rolls away. Minoru is about to go after him when Lesnar hops into the ring and grabs him from behind. The massive grappler effortlessly hoists Suzuki on to his shoulders and nails an F-5 so dang fast! WARHORSE rolls to the outside, still recovering from the choke hold, but Lesnar isn't there for him anyway. The IC Champ scoops up Suzuki and delivers another F-5 for good measure.
Ranallo: Lesnar's distraction may have cost Suzuki the match, but this beatdown could cost so much more!
Graves: I can't believe WARHORSE got the win!
Phillips: And now Suzuki getting some karma. He wanted to injure everyone before Summerslam and now Brock is taking it to him.
Security and some officials rush down to try and stop Lesnar as he delivers a third F-5. The IC Champ then mounts Suzuki and starts ground-and-pounding him. When Despy runs in his guitar, Lesnar turns, pops up to catch him and then tosses him away with an enormous German Supex before going back to the beatdown. The security goons slide under the ropes and try to pull Lesnar away, but he shakes them off like flies, tossing a few over the ropes before the rest scatter. Brock scowls at them, picks Suzuki up for one last F-5 and then, when he's good and ready, decides to leave. Heyman pats him on the back as the two head up the ramp and back to the back. Suzuki is left lying while WARHORSE is just getting up on the outside. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The camera flashes back to life as it shows Spike Dudley walking around backstage area. He seems a little lost as he is making his merry way.
He continues walking as he springs into life. His eyes meet the eyes of a backstage worker. The backstage worker has a bandage wrapped around his arm as Spike comes closer. The backstage worker jumps, not looking too happy to see him as it's revealed it is Stan from last week..... you know the one that Bubba threw the dart at.
Spike: Hey man, I'm glad I bumped into you. I just wanted to apologize for my brother last week. You don't know how unlucky you are. I've seen him throw a baseball before, ain't no way he would of hit you if he was actually aiming for you.
Stan: It's all good. My arm is actually healing pretty well. I'm not sure what the usually recovery time is for being a human dartboard but it doesn't hurt anymore. I just have to wear this bandage until I'm told otherwise.
Spike: That's sweet. I'm glad to hear you are all good.
Just then, Stan's eyes open wide as he sees two men coming closer behind Spike. The boys get real close, putting their arms around Spike and of course, the men are his brother, Bubba Ray & D-Von Dudley.
Bubba: Oh hey Stan, i went after you last week after I got a bullseye but man, you ran like the lightening and thunder combined. I ain't the quickest but even Usain Bolt couldn't have caught you. After a while, I lost the squeals as well. It sounded like I was chasing a 5 year old girl in a game of tag.
Bubba mimics a squeal as Stan doesn't look impressed. D-Von smacks him around the back of his head, stopping him from doing it and points towards his hand. Bubba stops and immediately lifts his hand up. It's not empty, in it contains another Gatorade Bottle filled with Blue Gatorade this time around. He goes to hand it to Stan but rightly so, Stan is a bit hesitant to accept.
Bubba: I know you might not want to accept it but I bring this Gatorade Bottle in peace. I hope we can get through our misunderstanding last week. That's all it was, a misunderstanding. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Stan reaches forward, grabbing the bottle very slowly. Bubba lets go of the bottle and Stan accepts it. He nods his head, Bubba staring at him telling him to have a sip. He obliges, opening the lid and taking a sip. Bubba seems very happy with himself as Stan has a smile on his face now. Bubba's smile doesn't last long though as he speaks again.
Bubba: I'm glad you accepting my apology...... now go and make yourself useful whilst we talk to our little brother here would you. Go get me a Team DDT special....... Dunkin Donuts tray and take it to our locker room. I'm guessing Stacy should be there so just get her to sign off on them.
Stan looks at Bubba, about to tell him that isn't his job but thinks better of it. He doesn't want anymore trouble so he takes his Gatorade with him, turns around and goes out of shot. Bubba now looks towards his baby brother but D-Von is looking towards Bubba in a weird way.
D-Von: Hold up, Bubba you told me & Sweet N Sour Inc that there was only 1 Gatorade left? We could have given them 2?
Bubba: Well truth is...... I actually got a pack of 20 and had 18 by myself in 2 days. I got a little sick of them and I thought, what better way to apologize then give my last one away.... come on D-Von, stop being so greedy. It's the thought that counts.
D-Von seems dumbfounded but just like Stan, he thinks better then to argue with his brother as he turns his attention to Spike now as well.
D-Von: Brother Spike, have you made your mind up yet about joining Team DDT?
Spike: Nope, still split.
D-Von: Well listen to me carefully here. I have previously told you that we won't influence your decision. That won't change but Bubba and I.... we need a decision as soon as possible.
Bubba: We were happy playing the waiting game but The Dudley Boyz have sucked recently. There ain't no other way to say it and it's because we don't know whether you are coming or going. We don't know whether you are with us or potentially against us.
D-Von: And last week, you potential new buddies cost us a victory. Hey, they used their resources alot better then we did. They did what they needed to do to win but the decision you have to make played a part in our defeat last week.
Bubba: Take Stan for example..... it took him less then a minute to accept my apology.
D-Von: And now we can all move on with our lives. Stan can live in peace and we can move onto Summerslam and concentrate on our Tag Team Scramble Match.
Bubba: Yo, is that still happening?
D-Von: Of course it's still happening, why wouldn't it?
Bubba: No reason, just checking.
D-Von: Anyway Spike, we need an answer soon. You need to make your mind up so we can get on with our lives. Join, don't join, I don't care but I need to know.
Bubba: Just think of it this way Spikey, Team DDT's main man is Ultramantis Black. Their second main man is Braun Strowman. Ultramantis was the UWF Champion earlier this year and Braun has the chance to become a Money in The Bank briefcase winner at Summerslam. Where would you really fit in with them? Plus, do you remember how you won the UWF title that you have on your resume? You won it because we chased off the Young Bucks leaving it one on one. It's because of us you got a fair fight so think long and hard whether you want to chuck that in our face.
D-Von: Bubba Ray Dudley, what did I just say about not influencing his decision?
Bubba: Full name and you sounded just like Mumma Dudley then. Wow, that was scary.
D-Von: This ain't no joke, you need to make a decision Spike otherwise we will have to make the decision for you. Stacy seems on board with it after re-watching it back last week now we just need to know what you think. We need to know before Summerslam. We have a Tag Team Scramble match to think about, don't make yourself a problem for us too okay?
Spike nods his head, nodding in approval as D-Von pats him on the stomach. Spike looks down at his hand, as Bubba smiles at him with a wide grin.
Bubba: Oh and good luck with Bray & Rey tonight. Make sure you win some of Bray's puppets for me so I can have a play along. I've still got my fingers crossed for a Kyle O'Reilly sleep over invite and when I get it...... hopefully I can take one of the puppets to his. Also, Rey is super cool man. He is the Super Hero UWF needs right now. I've offered to play him if he ever gets signed by Marvel.
Bubba smiles at his brother as he walks away. D-Von points to Spike's head, motioning for him to think about it as Spike just bows his head. D-Von walks away as well.... leaving Spike to get ready for his match and to think things over.
The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley and Stacy Keibler emerge from the curtain. Stacy is looking fine with some glasses on as Spike is looking all business.
The couple look out into the crowd as they shower them with cheers. Spike grabs Stacy's hand and they both begin the walk down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and both oblige, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as they come to end of the ramp. Spike follows Stacy around, helping her climb the stairs. She reaches the top as Spike slides into the ring, walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and beating his chest whilst he looks into the crowd, meanwhile at the same time, Stacy is making her trademark entrance into the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, meeting Stacy in the ring and giving her a kiss. He shows her the way to the ropes as she climbs out of the ring, the same way she climbed in as Spike turns and is ready for his match.
Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position.
“Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”
Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.
Fans in the arena are excited as UWF's resident superhero Rey Mysterio comes out. Mysterio comes out wearing his traditional superhero cape but he ditches it and he throws it to the sde and he makes his way down to the ring.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Mysterio rolls in the ring and he rises to the top rope and raises his hands as flashbulbs hit as he poses on the top rope. Mysterio jumps down and he takes off his shirt ready to stop whatever villain comes his way.
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
Before the bell rings, Bray and Rey discuss who will start the match first. After a couple a seconds they finally decide that Rey is going to start with Ultramantis Black
DING, DING, DING
Ultramantis and Rey circle each other before Ultramantis runs at him and hits a clothesline on Rey. Rey get back up and is immediately hit with another clothesline and is dropped to the floor. Rey gets up again and goes for the tag, but Bray hops off the apron and goes to the barricade.
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt not wanting to be tag into this match and just want to see Rey get punished
Corey Graves: Do you blame him Mauro? With that being said it looks like Ultramantis will have easy pickings here tonight.
Tom Phillips: But this isn’t fair for Rey and now he is getting left for the wolves.
Ultramantis goes and picks up Rey and hits him with a back suplex and goes to tag in Spike and tells him to go for the pin. Spike obliges and goes for the pin.
...one...two
Rey kicks out right at two. Spike picks up Rey and goes to the corner and starts to punch him in the gut. He runs to the other corner and runs at him with a spear into the corner. Rey goes down and Ultramanitis yells a Spike to give him the tag. Spike again obliges to what Ultramantis says and gives him the tag.
Corey Graves: Look at these two being a well oiled machine here. If I was Spike I would just drop his so-called brothers and join up with the DDT Army.
Tom Phillips: Come on Graves The Dudley’s are blood and there is nothing that would tear them apart. Especially not Sashiro Takagi.
Mauro Ranallo: That matter might have to be discussed later, right now Rey is in a world of hurt.
Ultramantis grabs Rey and goes for a Full Nelson Slam and to make sure that he gets all of it he picks up Rey again and hits the Full Nelson Slam again. However he does not go for the pin he again goes over to his corner and tags in Spike instructing him again to go pin Rey. Spike looks confused this time and goes for the cover.
...one
...two
..thr…
Rey kicks out a 2.9. As soon as Rey kicks out Ultramantis is yelling at Spike to give him the tag. Spike starts to blow off Ultramantis, but Ultramantis keeps yelling at Spike, getting him distracted and letting Rey him a hurricanrana.
Tom Phillips: Now is the time for Rey to catch his breath and maybe let Bray into the match.
Corey Graves: Yeah right, if Bray was a smart man he would just sit there and think about what he is going to teach on the next Firefly Funhouse.
Maruo Ranallo: Well either way Rey is crawling to his corner.
Rey starts to slowly crawl to his corner, but Bray is still on the barricade, almost looking like he is conflicted. When Rey gets to the corner Bray is on the barricade, but Bray nods and goes up and tags himself into the match.
Maruno Ranallo: And Bray Wyatt has decided he wants to be in this match
Tom Phillips: Thank you Bray, now Rey can Recover for a bit.
Corey Graves: Shut up Tom, this is a horrible decision for Bray to help out Rey Mysterio after what Rey did.
Bray hits the ring like a house of fire. He runs at Spike and gives him a running body block. Goes over to Ultramantis and gives him a punch that makes him fall to the floor. He picks up Spike and throws him into a corner and Bray hits him with a Running Body splash. Spike crumbles to the ground but is able to tag in Ultramantis who charges at Bray but gets hit with Uranage and Bray goes for the pin.
...one
...two
Ultramantis kicks out at 2.5
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt has changed the direction of this match one hundred and eighty degrees.
Corey Graves: I still don’t understand why Bray would help Rey?
Tom Phillips: Who cares Graves? They are working together right now and seem to have this match all but finished.
Bray signals that he is going for Sister Abigail, but instead he tags in Rey. Rey looks shocked and goes into the ring but before he can even get his bearing in the ring…
SISTER ABIGAIL ON REY MYSTERIO
Mauro Ranallo: WHAT THE HELL! Bray Wyatt just hit his own partner with a Sister Abigail. Why would Bray do that?
Corey Graves: Isn’t it obvious Mauro? Why would Bray help the man that will not listen to him and follow in his footsteps? Bray Wyatt knew what he was doing from the start and his master plan has gone perfectly.
Bray Wyatt looks at what he has done and sliters out of the ring for Ultramantis to take the remains. However Ultramantis does not go for the kill, he instead tags in Spike again and lets Spike pin him.
...one
...two
...three
DING, DING, DING
Tony Chime: Here are your winners: Ultramantis Black and Spike Dudley.
Spike gets off of Rey and Rey starts to roll to the outside. The Referee raises the hand of Spike as Ultramantis stares at him from the corner before climbing down and starts heading backstage. Spike is visibly confused about the situation as the feed fades out.
The scene crashes open with a harsh looking cut. Warhorse storms into the scene, with his hand over the back of his neck. He looks up and around at the room where his eyes eventually find the camera, a bit shook up from the rush of what’s just happened and being in the same ring as one Minoru Suzuki.
WARHORSE: YA SEE THAT? THE DOUBTERS ARE STILL OUT THERE, YET NOBODY TAKES NOTE. NOBODY RECOGNISES WHAT THE WARHORSE BRINGS TO THE TABLE. NO UNDERDOG SIR, THIS MAN’S A HORSE HARDENED BY WAR AND HE’S STRIDING FORWARD. ASK ANYONE AROUND HERE WHO THEY HAVE IN MIND AS THE NEXT WORLD CHAMPION, THEY’LL SAY EVERYONE OTHER THAN THE WARHORSE. THEY COUNT THE WARHORSE OUT FOR WHAT? FEAR? I MEAN HELL LOOK AROUND YOU FOLKS, WHO ELSE BUSTS HIS ASS, RULES SOME, AND IS METAL AS FUCK?
I SURE KNOW IT’S NOT CURTIS AXEL. IN LIVING COLOUR, IT IS ME. HELL, LOOK AT THE ODDS EVEN, 6 MEN INCLUDING THE WARHORSE. A GAME OF TAKING YOUR SHOT, YOUR OPPORTUNITY AND RIDING THAT SUCKER TO THE MOON. SIMPLY, THAT’S WHAT THE WARHORSE DOES BEST. RULIN’ ASSES, AND GODDAMN SHOVING ‘EM OUTTA THE WAY. I DON’T NEED THE GLARING EYES OF BROCK LESNAR ON MY BACK LIKE A HAWK, I GET YOU LIKE ME, GUY, BUT TAKE ME TO DINNER FIRST. AT LEAST! THAT’S ALL THE WARHORSE ASKS. HE DOESN’T WANT YOUR GOLD AND HE SURE AS HELL DOESN’T WANT YOUR HELP.
Warhorse walks around for a second and then pauses to go back towards the camera.
WHILE THE WARHORSE DOESN’T NEED IT, HE’LL SURE AS HELL ABUSE YOUR GODDAMN FOOLISHNESS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK, BECAUSE THAT’S IN THE WARHORSE’S NATURE, TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ANY WEAKNESS YOU’VE GOT RIGHT ON YA. A LADDER AWAY. SAME GOES TO YOU WARRIOR, WHEREVER YOUR BITCHASS IS, I’M COMING TO GET YOU.
??: ARE YOU NOW, PUNK?!
WARHORSE: WH- WHERE IS THAT SON OF A BITCH?!
Warhorse runs off as he goes to try and find where the voice of Warrior came from.
Bo dallas appears in a dark room with his head down. His head slowly rises with a smile as he begins to speak....
Welcome! I tried to reach my hand out to Rey Mysterio for him to kick me in the face and I forgive him just like you should all forgive him because he needs all the forgiveness he can muster! I had my hand out to help I really did but Mysterio decided he didn't want to Bolieve!
Bray is not like me he isn't forgiving and he has no problem in hurting you Rey, This message now is directly to you and your family Rey they will Bolieve in me once your reign of ignorance is dispelled for good. Rey I really did try to help you. Rey you beat me but mentally I have your number and at your deepest despair I will be watching you looking to repent and you will be far too gone to be saved. . .
Bray smile widens as his head raises to look directly into your soul...
Now for those following at home I truly am happy that you're watching ME! (Bo smiles as he enthusises the word) I want you to follow my lead young ones because there are too many bullies and meanies looking to get what you have. You are all special you need to know that I will never stop bolieving in you as long as you follow me down this path to overcome our true selves. I will make bolievers out of everyone and those who get in our path will be squashed like bugs! (Bo happily says this as a smile grows wider on his face). I will save each and everyone of you for you need not know what fear is when you BOLIEVE.
Bo places his hand on the shoulder of Leyton who steps forward closer to the camera...
Leyton Buzzard: Bo is the light that you need to follow to the truth. The truth will set you free from your true self...
Leyton is pulled back as he is moved to the side as a close up of Dallas moves into frame...
Family, Friends and money all get in our way of our true boliefs, Believe me when I say we don't need these bonds or greed holding us back in our little pack of good boys and girls I will lead you to the brightest of bright futures and lead you away from the shadow of your true self. I will lead you to the perfect boliever. . .
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS BOLIEVE!
The scene fades with Bo's huge smile taking centre stage...
The lights begin to flicker as the titantron suddenly lights up, as The Fiend appears on screen, as if his mere presence is causing electrical issues with the cameras.
The Fiend: T̴w̷i̷n̵k̵l̸e̴,̸ ̷T̷w̷i̷n̴k̸l̷e̵,̴ ̷L̵i̷t̵t̷l̴e̶ ̵S̵T̶A̶R̴.̴ ̷H̵o̷w̸ ̷I̸ ̴w̷o̴n̷d̵e̴r̷,̸ ̷w̶h̵a̶t̴ ̷y̷o̵u̸ ̵A̶R̷E̷.
Fiends voice roars out each word with malice behind it.
The Fiend: R̸e̶y̴ ̵M̴y̵s̵t̵e̵r̴i̴o̴,̴ ̸Y̸o̴u̵ ̵a̶n̸d̴ ̶I̶.̸.̷at.̵S̴u̴mme̸r̴s̵l̴a̶m̷,̵ ̸I̵n̴ ̴G̵r̷a̶v̷e̵ ̴C̸o̴n̷s̷e̸q̵u̸e̷n̸c̸e̵s̸.̴
The Fiends hurt hand raises to the side of his head, he tongue emerges from between his teeth as the lights suddenly go out on the titantron.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
[The Truth of reigns hit's when The Big Dog himself comes out from behind the curtains and lifts up his fist and slams it on the stage where Fireworks burst open and he walks straight down towards the ramp and climbs up on top of the apron and raise both of his arms in the mid-air.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience. Almost everybody besides a couple heroes like Spike Dudley have begun to realize that Shibata is far gone. The wrestler is no more, and a king of monsters has replaced him. Not many people are a fan of that hard truth, and that sentiment is reflected in the audience's reaction. No amount of noise from the crowd however can drown out the loud, scary song that announces the arrival of a king of monsters.
Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF World Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
As his name is announced, the king of monsters arrives. He brandishes a crown of barbed wire that along with the 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...
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Shibata and Roman are staring at one another, Shibata looking coldly at his opposition as if to remind him with just a glance that he thinks nothing of him or this contest and Reigns looking back at him with a look that communicates how much he wants to knock Shibata clean into next week while also expressing his hesitation to strike him. The UWF Champion senses this and a subtle smirk appears for a few seconds before it’s replaced by the return of the cold gaze. Reigns cocks into a fighting stance, putting both fists up but then drops his arms to his sides and the seriousness gradually washes out of his expression from the top of his forehead down to his chin.
Roman’s expression is now full of hesitation, this is a man that’s staring straight through him and thinks nothing of what he sees. Reigns slaps himself and now looks serious again, cocking his dukes back up. Forget this guy, I’m the, “Big Dog” and this is my yard. The hesitation returns as the arms again drop to his sides. This isn’t my yard it’s his, I’m just a puppy he’s allowing to play in it. Reigns comes across his own face once more with a slap and again the seriousness can be seen and you better believe those fists are up and at the ready again like two loaded pistols eyeing a target. This guy’s belt and demeanor don’t mean as much as the blood coarsing through my veins, my heritage, my pride.
Reigns leans back and flexes, howling, “OOOOOOH-AAAAAAHHHH!!!” to the heavens before looking straight ahead again, throwing his arm straight down as he plants his fist against the mat and takes a superhero like stance. Roman gradually stands up and charges Shibata, cocking his fist back and throwing it forward, then stops short of connecting with his opponent’s face as he quickly leaps out of harm’s way and falls to the mat, rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope. He can’t believe what he’s just seen, not only in the windows to Shibata’s soul, or perhaps the opening to the barren lack thereof, but the fact that he came barreling towards the UWF Champion and the man didn’t even flinch or try to block it.
Reigns runs both hands through his hair, looking stressed, then pounds the ring apron with both fists before grabbing the middle rope and pulling himself up. He gulps a big gulp before stepping through the ropes and again staring down the, “King of Monsters”. Reigns bites his lip as he looks down, then looks up at Shibata again and raises his fists, but this time as he clenches the right fist, he loosens it from being balled up so that he can defiantly give the top of the food chain the middle finger. That’ll get a reaction, that’ll show him I’m not afraid. Shibata approaches as Reigns keeps the finger up, looking proud of himself but less and less so the closer his opponent gets.
Shibata now stands within arm’s reach as Roman lowers the finger and gradually lowers his arm. With his arm lowered to his side, Shibata connects with a Spinning Backhand, no emotion in his expression even as it connects or as he follows through but the same cannot be said for the recipient, for Reigns is clearly in both pain and shock. It stung like lightning but clapped like thunder, truly the perfect storm manifested into human offense. It hurt, it hurt badly, and the pain he’s expressing physically, because even with mouth agape he can’t get the point across audibly, suggests strongly that this is the hardest he’s ever been hit in his career. Nay, in his life. Is that his own blood he tastes? Can he taste anything at all? Can he remember the sensation of taste, or is it all a fleeting memory now?
Tom Phillips: Psychologically Shibata’s put Roman through a bell-to-bell clinic but physically, he’s only laid the one strike down.
Mauro Ranallo: And Mamma Mia, Roman looks like he’s had enough already.
Corey Graves: Then he should start tapping the mat and hope the referee accepts it because the whole thing’s going to be an uphill battle!
Roman regains his wits and stops wincing in pain, closing his mouth as he looks at Shibata angrily. He now balls up his fist and punches the UWF Champion directly in the sternum as Shibata doesn’t flinch and doesn’t budge, he just gradually looks down at the fist resting on his chest and then gradually looks up at the, “Big Dog”, the cold gaze remaining but with a hint of anger and fire in his eyes. Roman goes to pull his fist away but it’s too late as Katsuyori raises his own arm and clamps his hand down around Reigns’ wrist, squeezing as Roman tries to get away but can’t, Shibata leaning back and rocking forward, hitting Reigns dead in the top of the skull with a Stiff Headbutt!
The, “King of Monsters” releases his grip as Reigns’ head rocks back and around with the hit as he staggers about before falling into a seated position, a far off look in his wide eyed gaze. Roman looks like he’s trying to remain conscious as his eyes half-shut before shooting awake again and the struggle to keep them open immediately arising again. From the top of his forehead comes a singular stream of blood as it goes between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose and down to his lips. Roman wipes the blood away, both arms extended downward as he plants a hand on the mat at each side of him, pushing upward as he makes the effort to climb to a vertical base.
As Roman gets to his feet, his legs wobbling before he straightens up and stands, his eyes rapidly blinking, the anger now shows there as he looks at Katsuyori but Katsuyori just rocks forward unexpectedly and connects with another Stiff Headbutt, knocking Roman onto his backside once again. Shibata rushes Roman, connecting with a knee to the top of the forehead, the same place both headbutts landed, as the, “Big Dog” falls flat on his back, the UWF Champion taking a mounted position as he rains down on the dazed and defenseless Samoan with stiff right after stiff right, the wound on Roman’s head widening with each blow and the blood spreading to cover more flesh as it also covers the fist of Shibata and starts to fly in droplets.
Tom Phillips: Shibata’s done holding back and that’s bad news for Roman!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia the crimson mask is forming on the, “Big Dog”!
Corey Graves: Good! He’s finding out what it’s like to try to hang with the top of the card!
Shibata pulls his fist back to throw the next punch as he looks at it and spits on it, then looks back at Roman as he unloads with extra force and then gets up, turning his back and scraping each boot backward as if he’s throwing dirt from his boots onto his downed opponent. Shibata walks towards the ropes and steps through them, dropping off the apron as he starts walking up the ramp, the fans booing him viciously as the referee begins to count the UWF Champion out.
Tom Phillips: Katsuyori’s walking out! He’s leaving Roman for dead!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The fans start chanting, “Ro-man! Ro-man!” as he struggles to sit up and almost makes it.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Roman makes it to a seated position as Shibata stops and sees Roman sitting up in the ring on the titantron screen and gradually looks over his shoulder.
SEVEN!
Shibata turns around and starts walking down the ramp again.
EIGHT!
Shibata slides into the ring and gets to his feet as Roman manages to push himself up to a vertical base, limping towards his opponent. When Roman gets over to Shibata, he slaps him across the face as the crowd, “Oooh”‘s and even the champ himself looks a bit caught off guard by the attack. Shibata goes for a Spinning Backhand but Roman blocks it by getting his arm up and throws a punch with the other arm, then connects with another punch, then connects with another as the crowd fires up and starts chanting for him again.
Tom Phillips: Well what do you think now, Corey?
Corey Graves: I think you getting a boner over Roman landing a few lucky punches is stupid.
Mauro Ranallo: Believe in something for once in your life, would you?
Shibata blocks the next punch that’s coming and twists Roman’s arm as he forcefully Irish Whips him into the nearest corner. Reigns catches himself by putting his hands out in front of him and turns around and as he does, Shibata is charging and leads with his shoulder as he hits Roman in the chest. As the breath is knocked from him and he tries to regain it, Shibata grabs the top of Reigns’ vest and, in one quick motion, pulls it off of him and casts it aside. Katsuyori then throws a fierce palm strike into the sternum of Roman, once again causing him to try and catch his breath again.
The, “King of Monsters” mocks Roman by doing his leaning back and flexing taunt as he does his own war cry instead. This seems to awaken something in Reigns as he looks angrily and grabs his shirt, tearing it down the middle as he charges his opponent and, as Shibata is straightening up his posture post-taunt, hits a devastating Spear! Reigns stands up and does his own taunt, howling, “OOOOOH-AAAAAHHHH!” as he starts undoing his gloves, casting them to the mat when he’s done.
Tom Phillips: We’ve never seen Roman Reigns without his battle gear in the UWF before!
Mauro Ranallo: Not only are we seeing a second wind despite the bloodied nature of his head, we’re seeing a different side of Roman entirely!
Corey Graves: Stop marking out, you idiots!
As Shibata gets up from the mat, Roman takes a bare knuckle swing at him but Katsuyori ducks and gets Reigns onto his shoulders and goes for the Go To Sleep but Roman blocks the knee and kicks Shibata in the side, then throws an underhanded punch to the abdomen and hooks his head, lifting him into position for a Delayed Vertical Suplex as he holds Shibata there and actually presses him a few times before following through with the suplex and slamming Shibata to the mat.
Reigns stalks about, waiting for Katsuyori to get up. As Katsuyori starts climbing to his feet, Roman cocks his fist and leaps up, connecting with a Bare Knuckle Superman Punch!
Tom Phillips: Superman Punch connects!
Mauro Ranallo: Shibata is down!
Corey Graves: Get up, champ!
Roman goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Shibata gets the shoulder up as the crowd and the champ himself can’t believe that Reigns got that close. He gets up as he and Roman have another stare down, Reigns looking confident and Shibata looking extremely pissed off. Roman cocks his fist and goes for another Superman Punch but Shibata sidesteps it and connects with a Discus Elbow Smash as Reigns falls into a seated position as Shibata immediately follows up with a Penalty Kick as he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Tom Phillips: No way!
Mauro Ranallo: The “Big Dog” is still in this!
Corey Graves: A stupid mistake!
Reigns gets up from the mat and flexes and leans back with another war cry but as he’s in the middle of it, Shibata kicks him in the groin. As Roman now leans forward, Shibata hooks his head and spikes him violently into the mat with a DDT. Shibata begins stomping on his opponent now as the crowd boos, then leans down to grab him but Roman turns the situation into a roll-up.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...NO!
Shibata gets out of the pinning predicament as he creates some distance between he and Reigns. Reigns rises to his feet with a smile as he cocks his fist and goes for a Superman Punch but Shibata scouts it and sidesteps, getting behind Roman and applying the Octopus Stretch. Reigns starts fighting out of the hold but Shibata cranks on it harder and even starts head butting the exposed ribs. The fans are chanting for the, “Big Dog” but the punishment and pain becomes too much as he has no choice but to tap out.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a submission, Katsuyori Shibata!
Shibata gets handed the UWF Championship and he looks around, clearly keeping an eye out for Adam Cole and the Undisputed Era.
Tom Phillips:Smart, Shibata knows how the Undisputed Era likes to operate.
Mauro Ranallo: So far they have yet to lay a finger on him and now it looks like they're not even bothering to show themselves to him.
Corey Graves: It's all mind games. Shibata is used to guys just coming in here and trying to get right up in his face to prove him wrong but look at him now. It's almost a look of fear in his eyes as even he doesn't know when they'll strike.
Shibata almost looks paranoid as he darts around, just waiting for the Undisputed Era. He quickly exits the ring and heads to the back, not bothering to posture for anything as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
CREDITS
Mysterio/Wyatt vs Ultramantis/Spike- Benito
Axel/Lesnar- Bodor
Shibata/Roman, MoP/Hathaway Enterprises- Dres
WARHORSE/Suzuki- Fauche
Sweeney/Yano- Leedles
CONFIRMED FOR SUMMERSLAM
TAG CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE
Ishii & Yano(c) vs. The Dudleyz vs. Undisputed Era vs. Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. vs. Uhaa Nation & ACH
Grave Consequences
The Fiend vs Rey Mysterio
