Post by Dres on Aug 12, 2020 21:53:00 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, Kyle O’Reilly takes on Bubba Ray Dudley.
Tom Phillips: Also in singles action it’ll be Bo Dallas taking on Katsuyori Shibata in non-title competition.
Mauro Ranallo: We’ll also have Minoru Suzuki colliding with Brock Lesnar.
Corey Graves: In six man tag team action: Erick Rowan, Roman Reigns, and Cedric Alexander will face Braun Strowman, WARHORSE, and Orange Cassidy.
Tom Phillips: Uhaa Nation and ACH will take on Ishii and Yano in a non-title match.
Mauro Ranallo: And in our main event, Bray Wyatt versus Adam Cole.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
All you have to do is BOLIEVE!
The crowd goes quiet as they all clamour to get a look at the leader. Bo Dallas walks down to the ring as the lights only reveal the ramp and the ring as the stadium begins to fade to black. Dallas walks out first with his smile plastered on. He slowly moves to the ring as out comes Leyton Buzzard following behind. Leyton expressionless, They move to the ring. Dallas stops as he points to the ring Leyton Buzzard moves towards the ring moving to the centre of the ring as Dallas stays unmoved, Leyton kneels down towards Bo Dallas as he finally moves in reaction to his follower...
Dallas moves forwards arms out as he climbs up the stairs arms out. Climbing up the steel stairs as he enters the ring he places his thumb on the forehead of Leyton who gets to his feet as the two hug before Leyton exits the ring.
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 soon as the bell sounds, Bo Dallas rushes in and begins laying in heavy blows on Shibata. The champ actually seems a bit taken off his game by this and is beaten into the corner. Bo refuses to relent until the referee drags him out of the corner, reprimanding him for the excessive punishment.
Mauro Ranallo: Bo Dallas surprising here going all out against the UWF Champion!
Corey Graves: Of course the Leader of the Bo-Lievers would go all out, when does he not?
Tom Phillips: Still, it doesn’t look to have done as much to Shibata as he thinks…
Like Tom said, this just seems to make Shibata angry as he charges in and ducks under a clothesline from Bo. Attempting to take him overhead with a German Suplex, Bo counters by running forward towards the ropes and forcing a separation between the two before catching the champ off-guard again with a big boot. Going for a cover, Shibata immediately kicks out and gets to his feet before pummeling Bo with a flurry of blows. Stunned, Bo seems to be all set for the PK…
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
Tom Phillips: What the hell?!
Mauro Ranallo: It’s the challenger to Shibata’s UWF Championship!
Tom Phillips: What is he doing out here?
Corey Graves: Scouting, obviously.
As Adam Cole stands on the ramp, Shibata turns around to try and connect with the PK only to find Dallas has gotten up! Bo connects with a clothesline that staggers Shibata, and a swing allows Bo to grab him! Lifting him into the Torture Rack position, he drops him with the Bo-Vine Intervention! Leyton Buzzard is screaming in surprise on the outside as Bo goes for the cover!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BO DALLAS!
Leyton Buzzard slides into the ring in pure shock looking at Bo Dallas as Bo stands up, Buzzard falls to a knee in pure awe of his leader. The two leave the ring, and Cole just stands smug on the entrance ramp as Revolution rolls on.
The scene cuts to what appears to be the setup to the arena earlier in the night, the cameras on an interviewer.
Chris Van Vilet: Chris Van Vilet here with the current UWF Television Champion Curtis Axel, and Curtis I know that everyone both in the arena tonight and watching this interview premiere LIVE on my Youtube channel have one question on their minds: With Shawn Spears and Tyler Breeze now in the UWF, how do they factor into the Money In The Bank ladder match?
Axel shakes his head, laughing.
Curtis Axel: How do they factor? Chris, you’re an interviewer right, you’ve talked to Shawn Spears and Tyler Breeze before?
Yeah, got chopped by them and some of their students at Flatbacks which you can see on my Youtube channel-
You should know how they factor in then. The question you should be asking, Chris, is why should they care about those two when I may not even need them? Look at me, i just beat Brock Lesnar! The so-called conqueror fell to me, and before you try to say that “oh it was because of some interference”, I was winning that match regardless! I didn’t need WARHORSE or Minoru Suzuki to appear to win that match, and you know why? Because I am the Television Champion. The title which is not only more important than the Intercontinental Championship, but the title which I have now held for 36 days and counting.
Speaking of that title, you still have yet to defend your Television Championship. Any reason on that?
Axel taps the side of his head.
I can’t defend it if there is nobody worthy enough to hold it. Who am I going to lose it to? Cedric Alexander? Erick Rowan? Roman Reigns? None of those three names, despite being in a triple threat match at Summerslam, are anywhere close to my level. I am on a whole different level not just from those two, but from everyone in the UWF. Even Katsuyori Shibata is not on my level and it will always stay that way until someone nuts up and starts wrestling instead of merely fighting.
But what about guys like WARHORSE or even Minoru Suzuki? Haven’t they earned themselves title shots with recent performances?
Axel begins laughing.
Really? You think two men that I soundly defeated are worthy of Television Title shots? Two men who I will soundly defeat for the second time in the Money In The Bank Ladder Match, might I add? Warhorse is nobody, Minoru Suzuki is nobody, I am Curtis Axel. I am the only Pure Wrestler the UWF not only has ever seen but ever will see. I am the present and future of this company and you want me to face off with Warhorse or the false god Minoru Suzuki for this title? Suzuki would just lose like every other title match he has ever been in and Warhorse, while he would probably put on a nice performance for someone so out of their league, would fall to the might of the axe just like he did when I debuted in the UWF.
Chris goes to speak, but Axel takes the microphone stand and drags it closer to him, the sound of the mic arm scraping on the table very audible and very obnoxiously loud.
I am sick of people trying to make me seem worse off than I truly am. They think that Curtis Axel has lost in the UWF, but I am proud to say I have only ever lost once in this company! For all the people who try to mock me for matches like Bray Wyatt, which I do still firmly believe that those in charge are just as blind as the NFL referees are if they believe that wasn’t a disqualification win for me, or for Minoru Suzuki when in actuality those were not losses! Were they missteps? Yes. Were they losses? No. A loss only comes when you have nobody to blame but yourself for a defeat, and outside of my loss to WALTER, I was never to blame in my defeats. I didn’t “lose” to Minoru Suzuki, I “lost” to El Desperado, and for a man so eager to call me out and say that I was choked out I sure as hell seemed awake and understanding of what happened after you got the hell out of my way. I didn’t lose to Katsuyori Shibata the wrestler, I lost to Katsuyori Shibata the fighter, and you know how unfair it is to be putting a pure wrestler such as myself against a hellbent fighter like Shibata was back then! Just because you look on paper and see that I have a record of six and four does not make me a competitor to take lightly! It means you need to study me as an opponent, realize who I am, who I’ve beat and who I “lost” to, and give up your hope as the Golden Axe begins swinging!
Chris takes the microphone back as Axel finishes.
Okay, well I have one more question for you then, Curtis. What exactly is the thought process going on as you head into your second hardcore affair in a row for Pay-Per-Views, considering your last battle with Jimmy Havoc wa-
Axel shoots up and knocks the microphone stand off the table, grabbing Chris by the collar and nearly punching him square in the face before regaining his composure, taking the microphone off the ground and holding it in his hands.
That name does not need to be spoken ever again. I killed that name. I am sick of hearing people say that name when they talk about me. Just focus on the present, and the future that is me as Mister Money In The Bank. Forget about who I won this Television Title off of, and just focus on the fact that I am still the champion and I will be champion for a long, long time.
Axel storms off after that, Vilet shaking in his chair as the cameras go elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, the team of Uhaa Nation and ACH!
The cameras go to the ring and show the two newcomers to the UWF already ready for the match.
As the music start to play, Yano comes out holding his DVD and asking every fan in attendance to buy it from him. While Ishii is walking behind him with no emotion on his face. As Ishii gets into the ring, Yano goes around ringside still trying to sell the DVD to someone.
Tony Chimel: Introducing first, the UWF Tag Team Champions, currently in the ring, from Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 220 lbs, The Stone Pitbull, Tomohiro Ishii.
Ishii goes to to the comer to stretch Yano gets into the ring and tries to sell the DVD to Chimel. When that fails he hands Chimel a piece of paper and instructs him to read it.
Tony Chinel: And his partner, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 253 lbs, he currently has a DVD that you can buy for the low price of $29.99, that you can also find at the merchandise stand or in Yano's car after the show, Toru Yano.
Yano holds up the DVD and goes to Ishii in the corner and get ready for the match.
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and Yano decides to start. ACH meets him in the center, and tries to take a shot. It is ducked, and Yano immediately hooks his arms for a suplex- no, small package!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, TORU YANO AND TOMOHIRO ISHII!
Corey Graves: Wha-
Mauro Ranallo: Blink and you’ll miss it! What a victory for the tag team champions!
As ACH and Uhaa Nation are utterly furious at the record-shattering speed of their defeat, Yano and Ishii begin celebrating on the ramp as neither man broke a sweat in their victory tonight. As Yano celebrates harder than almost ever before, laughing hysterically at the win, Revolution rolls on.
The UWF scene cuts to the parking lot. Cars coming & going, some parked and some driving about. The camera shoots round to the entrance doors of the arena. Standing there, on watch appearing to be waiting for someone is Bubba Ray Dudley. He is watching every car that drives in with great intent, trying to sneak a peak in every window.
There is a group of people talking to the side, gaining Bubba's attention for only a brief second but he seems to be on a mission tonight. His attention goes back to the line of cars coming in. The doors behind him are opened up wide and we see his brother D-Von Dudley standing there looking at him.
D-Von Dudley: There you are brother. I've been looking for you everywhere and Stacy said you were out here waiting for someone.
Bubba: Well she would be correct.
D-Von: First time for everything hey..... I'm glad I found you though. We need to talk. This stuff with Spike has gone on for far too long. I gave him the talk last week and he still hasn't told me which way he is going.
Bubba: Yep.
D-Von: I'm just thinking, should we make the decision for him. Look at how he did last week with Ultramantis Black as his partner. He looked better then he has for a long time. He beat Rey Mysterio 1....2....3.
Bubba: I saw that.
D-Von: As much as it pains me to say it..... I think he might be better off joining Team DDT. What do you think?
Bubba: Nope.
D-Von: What do you mean nope?
Bubba: Exactly what I said..... nope.
D-Von: I'm going to need more then that.
Bubba: You want my honest opinion D-Von?
D-Von nods to Bubba. Bubba breaks his focus from the cars and turns it to D-Von.
Bubba: Honestly Brother, I couldn't give a damn what our youngest brother does. He joins Team DDT, sweet more power to him. He sticks with us, sweet more power to us. I'm sick to death of waiting for the answer and wondering will he or won't he. You and I have a Tag Team Championship Scramble Match at Summerslam. The party of the summer should be the place that we focus on the titles.... not on what our little brother is doing.... besides he isn't worried about our match so why should we be worried about what he will do in his?
D-Von: You do make a good point.
Bubba: Of course I do.... have you met me? Spike & Stacy will do what they want to do. I'm just going to live my life as normal and wait to see what happens. I ain't going to be caught up with all that and think about that 24/7 okay?
D-Von: You are right. From this moment on, I'll wait to see what happens. No worrying about it, just living it. I suppose the first and best way to do this is to ask you what you are doing right now so....... what are you doing right now?
Bubba: I actually have some special guests coming tonight. I have a mystery that I need solving asap... especially before my match tonight. It will go a long way to helping me in it.
D-Von: What mystery do you need solved?
Bubba: Aww nope, you ain't getting it out of me just yet. You go relax somewhere. I have to do this by myself.
D-Von: Wait what?
Bubba: I need to do this by myself. This isn't a Dudley Boyz chore, this is a Bubba Ray Dudley chore.
Bubba seems pretty adamant. D-Von goes to speak to him again but thinks better off it. He slowly turns as Bubba goes back to watching the cars. Behind him, D-Von sneaks away through the doors, opening them up and disappearing from shot. Bubba doesn't notice his brother not being there as he suddenly gets excited. He begins to run over to a truck like vehicle. He begins to clap his hands outside as he looks inside. The vehicle parks up, Bubba standing there eagerly awaiting it as the doors swing open. Bubba waits there, arm extended ready to shake the hand of whoever is inside. The hand comes out and it is Nev Schulman who is there. Bubba grabs his hand and begins to shake it.
Nev: Hello Bubba Ray I presume? Thanks for giving us a call, we are always happy to help.
With that, another man comes round to the boot of the car with a hand held camera in view. The other man is instantly identifiable as Max Joseph. It has become apparent that the people that Bubba were waiting for were the men from the MTV Show Catfish. Both men sit in the boot of the car as Bubba stands in awe of them.
Nev: So, you seem to think that you are the victim of a catfish?
Bubba: Seem to think? No, no I know I am. If you just follow me, I will take you straight to the thing that is Catfishing me so please grab everything you have because you won't want to miss this.
With that, Bubba places his hand over the camera, pushing it away as the shot fades to black and we go somewhere else in the arena.
Chimel: The following contest is a Non-Title Match and 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 first... 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.
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Brock Lesnar's music pumps through the speakers in the arena, and Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman blast out from behind the curtain. Both men waste little time marching directly towards the ring.
Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman... from Minneapolis, Minnesotaweighing in at 286 pounds... the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar!
Lesnar hops on to the apron. Fireworks shoot from the posts. Very cool. Heyman takes his spot at ringside while the Beast steps into the square circle, handing his title out through the ropes as he prepares to square off against Suzuki. Chimel clears out and the Referee calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Lesnar barrels across the ring like a gorilla escaping from the zoo. The Wind is a force of nature and therefore cannot be taken by surprise, but be that as it may, there isn't much anyone could do to stop or slow the big man down. Brock football tackles Suzuki into the turnbuckle, driving his spine into the post before clutching the middle ropes on either side and using them for extra leverage to send in some shoulder thrusts. The brutish battering knocks the air out of Suzuki fast. But grabbing the rope is against the rules. So the Referee gives Brock what for. And also a five count. Lesnar uses about three of it before backing off, taking a few steps and then going back for seconds.
Only this time when Brock rushes in, Minoru steps out of the way and The Beast hits nothin' but turnbuckle with his enormous traps. Circling around his opponent, Suzuki hastily grabs himself a waistlock and flexes big time by flipping the bigger man overhead with a German Suplex!
Ranallo: Unbelievable! A massive German Suplex courtesy of Minoru Suzuki in the opening moments of this match!
Phillips: I would have never believed that he'd be the first guy to hit that move here.
Graves: Never underestimate Minoru Suzuki, Phillips.
Suzuki releases the hold and pops back up. A slightly dazed Lesnar tries to find his footing, but instead finds a shin bone slammed into his back when Suzuki runs off the ropes to nail him from behind with a Penalty Kick. Lesnar topples over forward, clumsily tumbling off balance as he tries to stand again. Suzuki catches him and somehow, someway launches him with a second German Suplex!
He tries for the bridge but it's impossible given the size differential, so instead, he lets the waist go before wheeling around to try for a more conventional cover. The Official sliders in to count it...
1...
2...
Brock powers out at two, shoving Suzuki away in frustration. Paul Heyman is screaming instructions through the ropes. The crowd, who certainly don't like either competitor, are buzzing with excitement just from the fast, violent pace so far.
Suzuki looks to stay on the offense, aiming to sink in a headlock. Lesnar ain't having that, though. The IC Champ explodes forward and hits a huge double leg takedown to bring his opponent crashing down into the mat. Caught in a full guard, Brock forgoes any tricky grappling techniques to advance his position and instead opts to start clubbing away with some of his patented ground-and-pound. His Donkey Kong fists fall like boulders in rock slide, battering away at Suzuki, who turtles up his arms to weather the storm.
Ranallo: The current UFC Heavyweight Champ is getting a first-hand lesson in why and how Brock Lesnar once held that same title.
Phillips: Wrestling in the UWF is both men's primary focus and vocation now, but this is also an MMA dream match.
Ranallo: Indeed, Tom. What's interesting is how significant the size is for two men who compete in the heavyweight class. I think Suzuki could plausibly cut down to make 205 or even middleweight.
Phillips: Well of course he could, but the Baddest Man on the Planet would rather take on the real competitors in the toughest, meanest division. If that scrub Jon Jones ever wants to move up and catch a challenging fight, Suzuki is always waiting.
Minoru tries to wrap his legs up for a triangle but Lesnar mostly just shrugs it off before firing away with some elbows. The blows land hard, and Suzuki obvs can't take a lot more of those bad boys. Dropping his arms and taking a few hard shots because of it, he's able to catch a hold of Lesnar's neck with a Guillitoine Choke, and brother, he squeezes hard on that sucker.
Brock quickly starts to lose air and fade, so the big man abandons his ground-and-pound and gets up, hoisting the full weight of Suzuki with him as he gets elevated. He goes to slam Minoru back down like Rampage would, but the game-tested vet drops his feet first, cutting off the counter while using his standing position to add some leverage to his choke. Like Jones killing Machida that one time. Except Brock isn't gonna just pass out and die like that. So he drops a shoulder and pulls Suzuki up on to his shoulders, breaking the tight choke hold while setting up for an F-5!
Lesnar flings Suzuki around like it ain't nothin' but a thang! Except Suzuki catches him around the neck on the way by to counter with a stunning Tornado DDT! Minoru marries Brock's scalp to the ring mat, flattening him with the velocity and the mass and all that jazz. Brock is out! Suzuki makes a cover...
1...
2....
No! Lesnar kicks out! Heyman hops up on to the apron to do his thing, but Despy circles around the ring to scare him off. The Official sees both men getting a little too close to the action and distractiony for his liking, so without any hesitation,he banishes them to the back! The crowd pops big, glad to be rid of the goons. Heyman is irate. El Desperado is also pissed. But what can they do? Such is the law. They head up the ramp.
Ranallo: The Official isn't about to let Heyman or Desperado, both infamous for their ringside antics, interfere in this bout.
Phillips: Good riddance.
Graves: Are you kidding me? You wouldn't kick coaches out during the last big game before the finals! And I'm telling you, with Summerslam and Money in the Bank just around the corner, this match is that important. This is a travesty of justice.
Suzuki stands up and spins the Referee around, getting in his face and snarling at him like he done just messed up. The third man holds his ground, reminding the UFC Champ that he's in charge of this match. All this serves to give Lesnar a chance to recover, and before Minoru knows what's what, Bork snatches him from behind and hits a German Suplex of his own! He releases, flinging his opponent halfway across the ring with his rendition of the maneuver.
Stalking his foe like an apex predator in the wild, the kind he might illegally poach, even, Brock follows Suzuki and picks him up before hitting a second devastating German Suplex! Even stevens. But then Brock follows up with a third for good measure. Count 'em. That's one, two, three German Suplexes, baybay. Suffice it to say, Suzuki is battered and beaten and barely conscious and Brock decides now's as good a time as any to try for a pinfall.
The Beast Incarnate shoots the half with a deep leg hook while the Ref makes the count...
1...
2...
Suzuki kicks out at two. The UWF Intercontinental Champion looks up at the Ref like he's an absolute fool. Stripes promises its a good count, though.
So Lesnar gets back to work. He scraps Suzuki up off the mat and whips him towards the ropes. But Minoru plants his feet and counters, using all his might to send Brock into the ropes instead. Lesnar runs across the ring and bounces off the cables. Suzuki chases him down though, and catches him early on the rebound with an astounding dropkick! His boots clip Lesnar in the chin flush and send the IC Champ tumbling out of the ring through the ropes to the floor below!
Ranallo: Uh-oh! The action is coming our way!
Phillips: I don't like where this is headed...
Suzuki climbs out after Brock, immediately putting the boots to him. The Referee leans over the ropes and shouts at them to get back in the ring but is super ignored. So he starts his count...
1...
2...
Picking Brock up, Suzuki slams his face into the apron before whipping him into the steel steps! Lesnar topples the stairs over and lands in a heap in the wreckage.
3...
4...
Minoru walks over to Lesnar, offering no quarter as he picks him up again. He slams his knee up into the IC Champ's face!
5...
But Brock fires back with a stiff uppercut!
6...
With Suzuki stunned, Brock hoists him up on to his shoulders and flips him back off with an F-5 right on to the steel steps! Ribs crack on metal! It's horrible!
7...
Brock stumbles back, trying to find his balance and bearings as he shakes off the accumulate damage to the head. He notices the Referee counting.
8...
Lesnar abandons Suzuki on the outside, sliding under the bottom rope to the sanctuary of the squared circle.
9...
Suzuki stirs, but still clutching his ribs in pain, can't get back to his feet to beat the count...
10...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER BY COUNT-OUT...
BROCK LESNAR!
The Official raises Lesnar's hand in victory but the Beast Incarnate isn't satisfied with the Count-Out victory. He pulls his hand back and rolls under the ropes to the outside.
Ranallo: A fast and furious match regrettably ends by count-out, but it looks like the action isn't quite over yet.
Graves: Lesnar attacked Suzuki last week and is coming back for seconds now. Another beatdown like that might take Suzuki out of Money in the Bank entirely!
Lesnar picks Suzuki up off the ground, but outside the realm of a match rule set, there's nothing to stop Minoru from fighting dirty. He counters with a thumb to Brock's eye before coming at him like a bat out of hell. Even with the busted up ribs, Suzuki fights viciously and violently, clubbing away at Brock with a litany of strikes. Lesnar is overwhelmed at first, but soon starts shooting back with some strikes of his own. A wild brawl ensues while security and other officials pour out form the back to break it up, pulling the shoot fighters apart while they curse each other out.
Phillips: It's getting out of hand with these two!
Ranallo; The build-up to the Money in the Bank ladder match at Summerslam has been supremely violent but that just goes to show how much the opportunity means to these six men. I for one can't wait to see how it all plays out.
While the Security does their best to drag Lesnar and Suzuki to the back, Revolution continues elsewhere.
The UWF scene cuts to the backstage area. Bubba Ray Dudley is shown walking backstage with Nev Schulman & Max Joseph (Guys from Catfish) who is equipped with a hand held video camera following him. Bubba is looking at every locker room door he walks past, surveying them carefully before he keeps going.
Bubba: Once again I just want to say thanks for coming tonight & helping me out. I know I haven't been much help so far as I don't know a phone number and I don't know an address and I've been pretty vague since I first rang you but I thought I would take you straight to the problem instead of describing it. Now Kyle O'Reilly's room?
Nev: Wow, it's Kyle O'Reilly we are looking into. I actually really respect him. Everything he has had to overcome, from his diabetes to being an openly gay wrestler to Undisputed Era taking out Mark Henry. He has had to overcome alot.
Bubba: Wait, so you know who Kyle O'Reilly is but I had to confirm I was Bubba Ray Dudley & the guy who called you?
Nev: I'm sorry. I'm just up with the new generation of wrestlers. You were a bit before my time.
Bubba: I've been back for months now... I was literally here when Mark Henry was taken out.
Nev: Yer but it's not like you have done anything since you have been back is it?
Bubba goes to reply but is stopped as they have come to the locker room door of Sweet N Sour Inc. Bubba points at Nev, motioning that they aren't done and will continue that chat later on as he looks at the door. Bubba thinks about knocking... but only thinks about it for a second before he barges in. The lockeroom is exactly how you expect it.... you know with Kyle signing that deal to have every changing room the same no matter what. Bubba rams the door and stumbles over some chairs as Max walks behind him with the camera. Nev walks in as well as Bubba brushes himself off and makes it back to his feet. Max sits on the couch inside as he points the camera.
Inside the locker room, Larry can faintly be heard singing from the shower. Asuka is absentmindedly scrolling through her twitter feed while Kyle, the only one of the three competing tonight, is tweezing his treasure trail hair so he can look fresh on live TV.
Bubba Ray Dudley: You see gentlemen, the reason I called you in for tonight is this piece of crap here.... well he has been cat fishing people for weeks.... years even. He claims to be a Diabetic Dragon but just this past week..... he let it slip that he is in fact..... a Person.
Bubba looks towards Nev & Max, waiting for their reaction. As you can imagine the reaction isn't the one Bubba was hoping for as he turns back to Kyle O'Reilly.
Bubba: This guy right here.... he isn't a Diabetic Dragon like he has been claiming for so long. He is just a person. He has tricked everyone and I needed your help to show everyone that he is a liar. I bet he doesn't even go to BJJ class every week either.
KO’R: Bubba, what are you even talking about? And also why are you here and who are these guys?
Asuka comments without even looking up.
Asuka: They are from TV. They are here to prove you are a liar.
KO’R: Pfft. Whatever. The only time I ever lie is about my age when I need to get me some Chuck E. Cheese pizza.
Bubba: Did someone mention pizza?
Nev: Why would you lie about that?
KO’R: They don’t let adults in unless they have kids with them so I say I’m a 14-year-old with a gland disorder. Like Andre the Giant. And honestly that’s barely even a lie cause diabetes is a gland disorder.
Nev: What about the "Dragon" thing?
Asuka: Kyle is not real dragon.
KO’R: That we know of… yet.
Bubba: See, I told you guys. Lies after lies.
Nev: Right… no. Yeah. Right.
KO’R: It’s just a metaphor. And also a nickname. It’s a nickname that’s a metaphor. And maybe even a prophecy. But also, it’s my spiritual truth. Like, if I feel like a dragon, then maybe I am one.
Nev: What do dragons feel like?
KO’R: I dunno, scaly?
Bubba: I always thought magical.
Nev: No, I mean inside.
KO’R: Shoot… slimy I guess? But that’s kind of a gross question.
Bubba: I always thought hot.
Nev: Ugh. I mean how do you feel like a dragon inside?
KO’R: Oh. Right. I guess it’s mostly like an intense passion… I hesitate to say it’s almost a sexual thing…
Bubba: Then don’t.
KO’R: Except, in some ways, it’s a hundred percent a sexual thing.
Nev: Okay. Okay. I think we’ve seen enough. I’m not sure this is Catfish material, to be honest.
Putting his shirt back on, Kyle casually comments...
KO’R: Catfish? There’s no such thing.
Asuka: There is such thing.
KO’R: You’re just confused cause your people eat both. But a Catfish is a made up animal, Asuka.
Nev and Max are packing up to leave. Kyle turns to Bubba again.
KO’R: Wait. I forgot. Or maybe you just never said. I forgot if you said. Why are you here?
Bubba’s about to explain when Nev interrupts.
Nev: Hey, before we go, sorry to ask but could we get an autograph from Asuka? We’ve been big fans since she got here.
Bubba: She hasn’t even had a match. I can introduce you guys to Stacy if you want. She has had a match….. She may have lost it but she was there.
Asuka happily signs some 8x10’s and hands them over while Nev and Max head out the door.
Nev: Sorry! We’re running late. But maybe next time!
Kyle watches them leave and turns to Bubba.
KO’R: So like are those the commentary guys from Resistance or like what’s their deal?
Frustrated by the lack of results and stupidity of the question, Bubba storms out of the locker room to prepare for the match ahead. Revolution continues elsewhere!
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rises to their feet as they wait for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 3 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in camo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays the dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba whilst Stacy just stands in the middle of them.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler and Devon Dudley, weighing in at 280 lbs, Bubba Ray Dudley!
Stacy points towards the ring as both Dudleyz starts to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign as Stacy just walks around the ring, staying outside as she is ready for this match, after finishing doing Dudley stuff Devon also leaves, leaving Bubba alone
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The UWF Universe gets to their feet to welcome the Revolution's most affable rogues, misfits, and scoundrels. Larry Sweeney, Kyle O'Reilly, and the Slumlord Asuka strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen,... making his way to the ring weighing in at 200 pounds... accompanied by Asuka and Larry Sweeney... Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Asuka follows them in, scanning the arena with an unknowable danger in his aura. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front holding up their insulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and Larry and Asuke leave the ring, leaving Kyle to prepare for the match ahead by himself.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and let's take a second to analyze what we got in the ring here, the 280 lbs big-bellied brawler from Dudleyville Bubba Ray Dudley VS the 200 lbs martial arts expert from Canada Kyle O'Reilly, now guess which one of them is diabetic, now that we all know exactly just how unfair life is we can start, and what better way to start than with a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of th ring? a surprise forearm smash in the corner by Kyle of course! the second the bell rings he sprints outta his corner and nails Bubba in the face with a jumping forearm, he then continues the forearm assault while holding the rope so his rage won't spiral out of control, Bubba can only eat the shots and boy can he eat the shots, it takes approximately 15 forearm smashes for him to fall to a seated position, Kyle is so impressed that he backs off and lets Bubba get up so they could wrestle for real, or that's what he wants you to think! cause he immediately turns around and returns to Bubba with a dropkick to the face! Bubba falls face first and O'Reilly lets out a cathartic scream that's heard in Valhalla, he drags Bubba away from the ropes and in all the excitement forgets most of his moves and decides to pin him
1...
NO!
Bubba kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo:A very strong start for the Canadian dragon here but he has to know that it'd take more than that to take out Bubba Ray Dudley
Of course he knows that Mauro, he's not STUPID, the temper tantrum he goes into is not because he thought he had the match won, it's because he realized there are still thousands, if not tens of thousands of children worldwide that his charity has yet to reach, after a few moments he collects himself and focuses back on the task at hand, beating the snot outta the sleepover reject, while Kyle was thinking about all of the diabetic kids the reject was able to get back to his feet using the ropes although he's a bit dazed and Kyle makes him pay for it by piecing him up with a combination of slaps, chops, and kicks that ends with a spinning kick to the gut! Bubba winces in pain for a second but then he turns that frown upside down to a smile and splits the confused Canuck's chest open with an overhead chop! Kyle takes the chop like a champ and falls down to the floor, grabbing his chest while yelling as Bubba watches on and smiles
Mauro Ranallo: My god! They heard that chop all the way over at Dudleyville!
Tom Phillips: Where exactly is Dudleyville? you'd think that in 2020 with google maps and all there wouldn't be a part of the world left unmarked but I can't seem to find Dudleyville anywhere
Corey Graves: That's because it's classified information and you'll never have high enough clearance to reach it Phillips, especially if you keep asking stupid questions!
That was actually a very nice question you're just being a mean bean Corey, not as mean of a bean as Bubba tho who keeps asking Kyle if he wants to have a sleepover now, when he doesn't get a response Bubba decides that his fists should ask the question and not himself, he picks Kyle up and starts punching him in the head! each punch rings Kyle's bell and after a few punches Bubba tells Kyle to suck it and goes to the drop him with the Bionic Elbow but Kyle's superb Jiu-Jitsu instincts come into play and he drops down while grabbing Bubba's arm, straight into a Fujiwara armbar! Kyle pulls Bubba's arm back as far as it'll go which isn't far at all but Bubba's thicc what can he do, it doesn't stay there for long tho because it appears that Kyle pulled it back too far and Bubba is able to use that momentum to roll out Kyle away from him thus breaking the hold, Kyle springs back to his feet looking to get revenge at the man who ruined Wrestlemania for him, but oops looks like he won't get it as Bubba catches him with a big boot coming in! Bubba looks at Kyle then at the fans, shrugs, and goes to pin him
1...
2...
NO!
Kyle kicks out!
Bubba doesn't have a charity to worry about so he takes the pin quite well, he stalks Kyle waiting for him to get back and when the Diabetic Dragon gets its wings back, Bubba is behind him, ready to hook his arms and drop him with the Bubba Bomb! upon realizing where he's at, Kyle does what he does best, he starts going mental all over the place, moving his arms so much that Bubba has to release his grip and the second he does, Kyle hits him with a STIFF back elbow! Bubba is stunned and starts Stanky legging all over the place, simply Stanky legging isn't enough for Kyle, he wants the person who slammed him through shit in the TLC match down, he kicks Bubba in the gut again which this time makes him double over, he follows that up with an Ax kick to the back of the head and tops it all off with an elbow to land the KEK combo! if a Bubba Ray Dudley falls in the ring but there are no fans to hear it because of a global pandemic which has affected our dear fed greatly, does the Bubba make a sound? yes, the ring even shakes a little and it is known that in the event of a ringquake you pin your opponent which is exactly what Kyle does
1...
2...
NO!
Bubba kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Wow! not gonna lie to you fellers, I thought that was it for Bubba, how tough is he?!
Corey Graves: Very tough apparently, but is he tough enough to handle this?!
This being an Insulin Injection! while Mauro was rambling as he does, Kyle didn't get discouraged from the kick out and instead slapped himself a few times to psych himself up then picked up Bubba and dropped him brain first with the brainbuster! he then immediately goes to the pin, making sure to hook both legs
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, Kyle O'Reily!
It only takes a millisecond between the official announcement and the rest of Sweet n Sour coming in to celebrate with their favorite martial artist, Bubba rolls out of the ring to the arms of Devon and they walk to the back as Sweet n Sour celebrate and Revolution moves on.
We enter the Funhouse with Abby singing in her echoing voice.
Abby The Witch: ♫ Hush little Bay Bay, don't say a word, Abbys gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Abby's gonna buy you a diamond ring.♫
As the camera pans out you see little Cabrito laying on the windowsill sleeping, and as the camera pushes back further Bray Wyatt enters.
Bray Wyatt: Oh, welcome everybody to the Firefly Funhouse. Shhh keep it down though, There's been a lot going on lately around here and Dear Abby thought the best solution was to let everyone get a little R and R. And ya know that Lazy ole goat Cabrito, he jumped at the- well no he-Laid down at the chance to fall asleep. Hahaha. Ya see everyone in the funhouse has been a little stressed out because of...You know who, coming around. And who could blame them, once He starts letting loose...things get rather volatile. However, just as I have been reassuring them, I'd like to reassure all of you that while He seems all big and scary. Welp, The Fiend is here to protect us and this Funhouse, instead of having to go through life torn between emotions or hiding away from all the screaming voices...He has harnessed it all so that we can stay safe and have Fun FOREVER, Fun just like all the fun I'm planning on having with my new friend Adam Cole.
Ramblin' Rabbit pops up
Ramblin' Rabbit: Bay-Bay!
Bray puts his hand down covering Rabbits head, he pulls him up and looks at him.
Bray Wyatt: I thought I said to keep quiet Ramblin' Rabbit
Ramblin Rabbit: I'm sorry dude, it's just alotta fun and really cool to-
Bray Wyatt: That's okay Rabbit, but no matter how much Fun something is you always should be mindful of others. What if you woke up everyone in the Funhouse just cause you wanted to have a swell time? That would just be rude, So what are you going to do?
Ramblin' Rabbit: Imma go to sleep, yeah, I promise man.
Bray Wyatt: Good to hear...Oop and lookey here, you can share this bed. Let me tuck you in.
Bray walks up to Mercys box and opens the lid, Ramblin' starts to yell out "NAH MAN NOT IN THERE" but before he can protest any further, Bray stuffs him in the box and closes the lid holding the cardboard box closed as the box starts to rumble and shake under his hand.
Bray Wyatt: Ya see my little Fireflies, sometimes people have the Greatest of intentions...like Rey Mysterio...but they forget their manners and need to be tucked into bed. At Summerslam, Well that's just exactly what The Fiend is going to do for Rey, make sure he's nice and safe and doesn't cause any more issues for the rest of the Funhouse.
You hear a burp sound as the cardboard box stops and gets quiet, Bray smiles and lets go of it.
Bray Wyatt: Now where were we? Ah that's right, Adam Cole. That big ole sourpuss, I actually feel super sad for him. I mean if I were convinced of the things he's convinced about, I'd probably be a total grumps too. He thinks that everyone is out to get him, that he's getting punished with World title shots and being paid thousands of dollars to be in this company, he's even got his pals with him and still can't find any reason to smile. But don't worry my Fireflies because tonight I want to have fun with young Adam and show him that the things he finds Horrible now-Are Nothing compared to what his life could be...and Maybe then, he'll be not so grumps and even be willing to come and play with us Again.
As Wyatt walks along the Funhouse he spots something and drops down to a knee as Damien is looking around alert.
Bray Wyatt: Oh what's wrong there Damien, having trouble sleeping?
Damien The Dog: Preposterous, I'm merely alert as a causality of the intellectual infrastructure in my mind over-analyzing the ways of that malevolent monstrosity.
Bray Wyatt: Ah, I see now Damien. You were always so keen on figuring things out, finding weakness in others creating full charts of strategy and observations of individuals that you used to break them down. It's as if you turned man into ones and zeros, but I know what you're having trouble this time. Because H̷e̷ ̶is No man, H̴e̷ ̸ cannot be analyzed, figured out, or reasoned with.
Roman and Rowan both await their partner as they rub their hands together waiting...
The arena comes to life hearing the theme song for non other than Cedric Alexander...
Tony: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighting 205 pounds, Cedric ALEXAAAANDER!.
*we see Cedric appear on the stage and looking at the crowd, soaking in the cheers before shouting in the air "LET'S GO!" and coming down to the ring. Then he climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and sits there hearing and soaking the cheers of the crowd with his hands open as if welcoming the cheers and then he jumps down to the ring. Then he points at his head with his thumb...
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.
The opening keys of Fireflies hit as you would not believe your eyes, as Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy is brought to the ring, by Trent? who allows OC to ride on his back, while Stokely Hathaway follows from behind, hyping up OC.
Tony Chimel:”Making his way to the ring, hailing from wherever, his weight does not matter, and representing Hathaway Enterprises and being accompanied to the ring by Trent? and Stokely Hathaway, he is Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy!”
Trent? allows OC to get off him and OC lays on the apron before rolling in, just lying in the ring with his hands in his pockets waiting for a bell
ring, or an opponent to enter, or whatever who cares.
Hathaway and Trent? both wait at ringside...
With the sound of a male roar, an intense theme follows as the crowd begins to boo the Simon System advocate. The, “Monster Among Men” makes his way to the ring with Simon Dean by his side with his gym bag full of products.
Tony Chimel: From Sherrills Ford, North Carolina. Weighing in at three hundred and eighty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Simon Dean. He is the, “Monster Among Men”, Braun Strowman!
Simon remains ringside as Braun climbs up onto the apron and steps over the ropes. He throws his arms into the air with a roar as he then gets ready for the match ahead.
All six men move to their corner letting Rowan and Strowman start...
DING! DING! DING!
Tom Phillips: "The crowd is going crazy for these two former friends stare each other down..."
Rowan and Strowman stare each other down as the crowd is ecstatic for the two former friends facing off, Strowman pushes both hands into the chest of Rowan who stands still like a red oak, He runs a hand through his beard as he pushes back twice as hard as the monster stands strong. Rowan sends down a vicious chop which reverberates throughout the arena as the crowd go silent, Strowmans face begins to shift into a look of pure madness...
Tom Phillips: "Rowan seems to have made the Monster mad..."
Rowan goes for a swift overarm lariat which Braun blocks before throwing out a huge shoulder block knocking Rowan back on his feet, The Red Oak backs up before hitting back with his own huge shoulder block, Strowman shrugs it off before grabbing the legs off Rowan and running across the ring sending him into the corner. Strowman shoulders him further into the corner as Alexander tags himself in, Strowman not missing a beat stands up straight grabbing the hair of Cedric before throwing him into the center of the ring...
Mauro Ranallo: "Strowman almost sending Cedric a full football stadium..."
Corey Graves: "Alexander feeling the pain from Strowman..."
Cedric not kept down for long pops to his feet running straight towards the monster ducking under his lariat. Cedric runs up Rowan who is still perched in the corner like matrix. Cedric flips over Strowman catching his head as he brings the monster crashing to the ground...
Mauro Ranallo: "Cedric using Rowan as a catapult to hit Strowman with a reverse DDT..."
Cedric steps up as he celebrates but for not too long he jumps up flipping backwards landing belly first into Braun. He stays on the cover as the referee gets into position...
One!
Strowman launches Alexander off into the air he lands on all fours. Cedric pops up to his feet non relenting he jumps up before rotating mid air crashing down into the Braun...
Tom Phillips: "Alexander no quit here with the non stop assault..."
Strowman with even more power than before launches Cedric off all the way as Cedric stumbles into the corner where Rowan tags himself back in smelling blood he goes right for the prone Braun who now on his knees sends a swift strike into the stomach of Rowan. The monster gets to his feet Rowan throws him into the rope waiting on the rebound with a huge lariat which sends Braun back on sea legs...
Tom Phillips: "Strowman still having the ability to stand after the non stop attack from Alexander Rowan looks annoyed with this resistance"
Corey Graves: "Rowan will squash out Strowman like a bug if he wanted to..."
Rowan goes for another huge lariat but his met with a paw from the Monster which sends him off balance falling back into the canvas the crowd cheer, Rowan stumbles to his feet but is met with a big running boot which rocks the Red Oak,....
Strowman plays to the crowd as he moves over to his corner raising his hand up for the tag towards Freshly Squeezed, Cassidy looks up and down as he still has his hands in his pocket. Strowman looks up and down as WARHORSE is amping up begging for the tag, Strowman reluctantly tags in the 4000 pounder, WARHORSE is met with Rowan who had made his way to his feet staring down at him, WARHORSE jumps up sending both boots into the chest of Rowan sending him stumbling back...
Mauro Ranallo: "WARHORSE is facing the GREAT WALL of ROWAN!"
WARHORSE gets to his feet grabbing between the legs of ROWAN hoisting the big man off his feet, Holding the giant on his shoulder WARHORSE runs forward before sending him crashing hard into the canvas. WARHORSE celebrates by running to the ropes and jumping up and splashing his chest into Rowan hooking both legs...
Mauro Ranallo: "MAMA MIA WARHORSE must have back made of titanium to lift up someone twice his height...."
One!
...
Two!
Rowan powers out!..
Corey Graves: "Rowan still having the ability to kickout from that impressive statement from WARHORSE..."
WARHORSE looks even more excited for the fight as he gets to his feet he lifts up ROWAN to his feet, He lays in punches to the back of ROWAN sending him back up into the corner where he is met with arms around his waist Rowan begins to squeeze as he moves to the center of the ring. . .
Corey Graves: "ROWAN has it in tight, WARHORSE wincing in pain..."
He meets Rowan with an elbow forcing him to release the hold he jumps up hitting the chest with both boots, WARHORSE gets to his feet holding his chest feeling winded he tags in Strowman as Rowan gets sent into the corner before he can move Alexander tags himself in...
Tom Phillips: "Alexander tagging himself in to the match...."
ROWAN feeling annoyed notices WARHORSE recovering on the ring side at his corner, He rolls out of the ring as he rampages towards WARHORSE who redirects ROWANS momentum into the ringsteps right behind him....
Tom Phillips: "Rowan head first into the steel steps he is down and out..."
WARHORSE gets up onto the apron, As Strowman stalks the agile Alexander, Cedric runs at Strowman who pushes him away as he flys up he lands on his feet, Strowman runs at Cedric in the corner...
Mauro Ranallo: "Here comes the STROWMAN EXPRESS..."
Alexander ducks a lariat from Strowman who turns around to see a pele kick coming his way Strowman steps to the side not realising he put WARHORSE who is too busy hyping himself up in the way of fire, Cedric hits clean on the chin with the kick...
Mauro Ranallo: "Alexander taking out WARHORSE with the pelle kick sending him off the apron meant for Strowman..."
Alexander gets to his feet before Strowman, who gets his shoulder into his abdomen as he tackles him across the ring into enemy territory, Reigns tags himself in as Alexander is thrown across the ring with an overhead suplex which sends Cedric across the ring into the opposite ring post...
Tom Phillips: " The power from the monster among men is terrifying..."
Braun and Reigns begin trading blows, Braun places the arm of Reigns over his head as he goes to lift him, Reigns stops this reversing it into his own stalling suplex which brings the monster crashing down into the canvas...
Reigns lifts Braun to his feet and onto his shoulder as he marches towards the center of the ring with a samoan drop which shakes him to his core. Reigns feeling the momentum shift gets to his feet as he awaits for Braun to stand to his feet, He cocks his fist as he gets a huge run up he leaps...
Tom Phillips: "Reigns going for his superman punch! Right from his arsenal of devastating moves..."
Braun is caught right on the jaw being sent back into the friendly corner as he falls into Cassidy... The referee counts the tag as Cassidy falls to the canvas, Reigns rolls out the opposite side of the ring as he begins to run around, Rowan uses the steps to get to his feet as he walks towards Cassidy who is turned around from him...
Corey Graves: "Reigns coming from one way and Rowan right behind him Cassidy clearly is in trouble...."
Rowan places his hand on the shoulder of Cassidy who still looking out for the rampaging Reigns, Roman runs around the corner as he uses the steel step to jump as Cassidy nonchalantly steps to the side as Roman catches his own partner with a vicious spear...
Tom Phillips: "Roman taking out Rowan with a spear off the steel steps..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Roman looks stunned he can't believe his mistake..."
Roman has his hands in his hair as he slicks back his hair as he throws Cassidy into the ring, Freshly squeezed pops to his feet as he stumbles back into his teams corner, Braun Strowman enters the ring as Cassidy steps forward as Roman jumps up into the air, Alexander who is still in the corner as he gets to his feet is blasted with a superman punch as Cassidy moves out the way by rolling to the side...
Corey Graves: "Roman hitting his partner with a punch that is still sending shock waves into the cheap seats!"
Mauro Ranallo: "Strowman is inserting himself into the chaos while WARHORSE is making his way onto the apron and up the turnbuckle behind Strowman..."
Strowman paws at the jaw of Roman sending him back as Reigns gets turned around Cassidy with a running start jumps up sending his fist into the jaw of Reigns sending him to his knees, OC shrugs as WORHORSE leaps from the shoulders of Giants leaps sending both feet into the neck of Reigns sending his head bouncing off the mat. Strowman hoist Reigns by his vest up onto his shoulder as he runs forwards swinging Roman back first into the canvas with an impact filled running power slam...
Strowman unhappy with being used as a launching step as he and WARHORSE begin to get heated. Cassidy steps between the two as he looks either side he places his iconic glasses on, He follows this with sliding his closest hand to Braun in his pocket looking directly to the monster among men, As he turns to WARHORSE he places the other hand in his pocket as both men seem angry with their partner as he places his foot on the chest of Roman...
Tom Phillips: "Strowman and WARHORSE not too happy with the disrespect shown by Freshly Squeezed as I guess he makes the cover..."
One!
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Two!
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Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Tony Chimel: "Here are you winners by pinfall, Braun Strowman, WARHORSE and Freshly Squeezed Orange Cassidy..."
OC stays stand still as Hathaway come into the ring to celebrate, Strowman and WARHORSE look at eachother before deciding to celebrate with this victory....
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall
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.
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent:
SHOCK. THE SYSTEM.
The intro to Calm Like a Bomb hits and good god do the fans not like hearing that. Just as the guitar hits, the camera slowly tilts downward to reveal Adam Cole strutting out on stage, cool as a cucumber. He gives zero damns, as is to be expected. He bends down, readying himself before throwing his arms out and shouting, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!" He stands there for a second, looking out at the fans and smirking and probably talking about how badly he's gonna beat his opponent.
He begins stepping down towards the ring, talking into the camera and talking shit like it's nobody's business.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, fighting out of Panama City, Florida, coming to a ring near you. AAAAAAAADAM.... COOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!
He smiles and nods at the mention of his name, and takes a right turn when he's faced with the ring, drifting up onto the apron and standing there, looking into the crowd. He poses as the song reaches the hook and mouths along to the "whatcha say"s. He stands there for a while, just soaking it all in and letting the fans wait. What a bastard. He then steps in through the ropes and turns to the cameras, reaching for the mat before throwing them up again for an "ADAM COLE BAYBAY!" He drops down to his knees, arms outstretched, screaming out into the crowd, before getting up and walking to the corner.
DING, DING, DING
The bell rings as the two men start to circle each other before going into a lockup, with Bray Wyatt getting the upper hand. Bray uses his strength and pushes Adam Cole to the ground. Adam Cole goes to the outside and starts to pace.
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt using his strength in the early going of the match to his advantage.
Tom Phillps: Bray Wyatt setting the tone early and if this is an omen for what's to come, it’s going to be a long night for Adam Cole.
Corey Graves: What are you talking about Phillps, this is Adam Cole. He always has a plan. He had one when he cost Shibata his match earlier. Don’t think he doesn’t have an ace or two up his sleeve.
Adam Cole gets back into the ring, he starts to run at Bray Wyatt who immediately catches him and hit the Uranage and goes for the cover
One..
Two..
Adam Cole gets the shoulder up right at two, but Bray Wyatt sees blood in the water as he goes over to the corner and starts to do the Spider Walk over to Adam Cole.
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt is looking to end this one early and maybe show the management why he should have been in the World Title Match instead of Adam Cole.
Corey Graves: Mauro, I have heard stupid things before and I will probably hear stupid things in the future, but that has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Of course Adam Cole earned this match against Shibata and Bray Wyatt is not going to change that no matter how much his stupid puppents complain.
Tom Phillps: I wouldn’t say that too loud, Corey. Wyatt might turn that walk over to us then.
Bray Wyatt gets to Adam Cole who nips up and hits Bray Wyatt with a superkick while Bray was still in the Spider Walk. Bray Wyatt goes into a seated position as Adam Cole gets ready to hit the Last Shot Mark Two. However….
Mauro Ranallo: Shibata has shown up to repay the favor for earlier in the night
Tom Phillps: What did you say before Corey? That Cole always has a plan? Well it looks like Shibata has crashed those plans.
Shibata goes to ring side and yells at Cole. Cole goes to confront Shibata, but before Cole knows it he gets turned around and hits Cole with Sister Abigail. Bray Wyatt goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three…
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner: Bray Wyatt.
Corey Graves: This is a travesty, Shibata had no right to be out here and cost Adam Cole a match that I am sure he would have won.
Tom Phillps: Shibata was only paying back Cole for what happened with Bo Dallas earlier. So I see no problem here.
Mauro Ranallo: In any event Bray Wyatt picks up the win here and gains more momentum to the Graves Consequences match against Rey Mysterio at SummerSlam.
Bray Wyatt starts to celebrate as Shibata just looks at Adam Cole. After about a couple seconds he just gives Cole a smirk and walks up the ramp as Revolution fades to black.
CREDITS
Yano & Ishii/ACH Nation, Dallas/Shibata- LEEDLES
Lesnar/Suzuki- FAUCHE
O’Reilly/Bubba- BODOR
Cole/Wyatt- BENITO
Six-man- JYE
