Bad Blood Card and TTs

[Dres]

The lights in the arena dim as the stage is shrouded in a dark blue smoke, the lights turning the same hue as an entrance theme starts playing.



After several seconds of instrumental, the vocals of rapper NF are heard as the titantron screen lights up with one word:

PHENOMENAL

It’s at this moment the man himself comes out, hunched over in his steps as he straightens up, throwing his arms up and outward as he pulls down his hood quickly from the top of his head. Pyro fires from the stage as he makes his way to the ring, that unmistakable confident smile on his face. Upon entering the ring, AJ raises his arms above his head and crosses his hands so that the halves on his gloved palms meet to complete his symbol. As he lowers them, he walks over to the side of the ring and gets a microphone from the ringside official.



”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: This week on Revolution, in my return to in-ring competition in the UWF, I defeated Bo Dallas. Yes I still have a bit of a bad taste in my mouth having to say that he was the one hitching the welcome wagon but make no mistake about it, even having a stinker of an opponent like Irwin Schyster’s bastard son didn’t keep the moment from being historic or phenomenal because as bad as he is, that’s how good I am and better.

AJ brings the microphone down slightly as he smiles confidently, the crowd giving a mixed reaction. After a moment, AJ brings the microphone back up.

But he’s off to squabble with his brother and play cult leader and puppets and I’ve got someone else in my crosshairs: Brock Lesnar.

The crowd gives another mixed reaction as AJ continues.

Now if intelligence was fuel, you and Paul couldn’t make it a full cycle around the rim of a dime. I know that and, if they’re honest with themselves, the fans know that. You’re a meathead. A Neanderthal. A brainless dumb-dumb with no street smarts, book smarts, or common sense. I point all that out not just because it’s fun to insult you, the other reason is because I know most of what I said to you on Revolution was beyond your comprehension so allow me to repeat myself.

AJ clears his throat obnoxiously.

Any man that’s a mere man, even the sound of your name gets them shivering. Me, I’m not a mere man, I’m a phenomenal one. I’m the “Phenomenal One”, and I don’t feel any degree of fear when it comes to you, Brock. Someone says your name in my company, I just laugh, just like I’m going to laugh when I look into the windows of your soul at that pea sized brain of yours trying not to overheat.

I don’t fear your suplexes; no matter how tightly you grab me, no matter how far you throw me, no matter how hard I land. I don’t fear your strikes; even if you take the gloves off, because no matter what you dish out, I’m going to get back up and wrestle so many circles around you it’s going to look like someone was being a show off at the ice rink or someone drew a Venn Diagram about our differences and similarities.

AJ’s tone becomes more serious.

Besides, the gloves came off as soon as I walked into EC3’s office a couple weeks ago. Not literally, before you think you made a good observation, but figuratively. I’m ready for war, Brock. I’m ready to expose you for the overhyped, over excused, talentless piece of crap you really are and not only beat you in a wrestling match, but take the very thing you most feel makes you important: the Intercontinental Championship. See, embarrassing you would be enough for me to call Bad Blood a good day at the office but since you have more, I want more and I’m going to take more.

AJ brings his microphone down a bit again as he’s again met with a mixed reaction. He brings the microphone back up.

But maybe I should be talking to Paul so that the dome headed douche can translate for you. Paul, I’ll give you one thing, the two of you fit like peanut butter and jelly. Not because you have any sort of acumen, but because everything I said about Brock being overhyped, overexcused, talentless piece of crap applies to you as well. Where he can’t cut a good promo, you can’t cut a good business deal. Where he can’t be trusted to wrestle a match, and I use that term loosely, with more than one move, you can’t be trusted period. And speaking of promos, I already know the one you’re going to cut on me because you’ve been cutting the same one on everyone else from company to company for years!

AJ is full blown angry sounding now.

You aren’t God’s gift to a microphone like you think you are and like so many figures of this industry believe you to be. And Brock, he’s not God’s gift to wrestling in any respect. In fact, giving either of you credit for doing anything in this business besides raping dollars you didn’t earn or deserve year after year from it is a slap in my face, and it’s time for me to hit back!

AJ lowers the microphone to his side for a moment as he just seethes, then quickly raises it back to his mouth.

At Bad Blood, the Intercontinental Championship returns to its former reputation as belonging to a workhorse when this freakin’ workhorse saddles up and takes it from you. Because it’s not my first rodeo, Brock, but it might be your last!

AJ tosses the microphone and the static can be heard as it hits the mat as he raises his arms over his head and brings his palms together again, still looking angry and serious.

[bodor]

the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd starts booing him like he's the living embodiment of real-life commitments, the known bitch that haunts us



He walks out of the curtain NOT playing his guitar as he's too busy carrying his Boss's two championship, truly suffering from success



He walks down the ramp and reaches the ring, he throws the UWF championship into the ring but it ends up sliding all the way across and falls on the other side, oopsie, Despy just shrugs and enters, he gets a microphone from the timekeeper and starts talking

Complete domination

Despy lets the words sink in while positioning the UFC title on his shoulder so that he'd be more comfortable, a ringside worker brings the UWF title back into the ring but Despy just kicks it out again.

Complete domination, that's the only way you can describe Minoru Suzuki's run in this shit hole of a company on his way to your piece of garbage title, he ran through everybody in front of him, he beat multiple champions multiple times, and last month he showed exactly just how better he is than everyone this company has to offer when he beat not one, not two, not three, not four but FIVE opponents to win the Money in the bank in a match so grueling that most of the competitors in it needed at least a week to recover, but not Suzuki, Suzuki was back in the ring ON THE SAME NIGHT to beat two additional opponents to win your "coveted" championship, show me another wrestler that has done something even remotely similar, I'll wait.

Despy lowers the mic and does as he said he would, he waits for an answer, when he doesn't get it he raises the mic back again

There isn't one, Minoru is simply one of a kind, a once in a generation fighter, and what does the UWF do with him now that he's undoubtedly, unquestionably the best in the company, their champion? they don't let him fight, in the first three weeks after he won the championship Minoru only fought once, does that seem logical to you? no, it isn't logical, in the meantime, you have WARHORSE, nothing more than a fan in tights and face paint who in every chance to prove himself has failed, he got booked 2 times and in the one week he wasn't booked, UWF sent him to interfere with Suzuki's match! it's clear that they're playing favorites and they'll soon find out they picked the wrong guy to favor

Damn that's a badass line, Despy takes a moment to enjoy it and then continues

WARHORSE got a taste of what's coming for him at the PPV, just a tiny bite tho, the Sleeper and the Gotch-Style Piledriver are the things that officially end the night for you, but what beats you is everything before it, the digging shots to the body, the ear-ringing slaps, the headbutts, the forearms, the limbs torquing submissions, they break you, and while you break down unable to do anything to defend yourself because Suzuki's just too good, Suzuki laughs, he laughs as you try to fight and fail miserably and he laughs as he'll once again put you to sleep and/or destroy your neck with a Gotch-Style and he'll laugh as the men backstage will think twice before choosing a low midcarder as their favorite.

Despy lowers the mic and smirks, let's see if he can keep that smirk when WARHORSE comes in, my guess is he can

[cliffwalk]

AJ Styles is interrupted by the sound and light display of the current UWF Intercontinental Champion, Brock Lesnar. The crowd turns all of their negative attention towards the entrance as they await Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman. The crowd continues to wait as they watch and nobody comes out from the backstage area. Then after another moment both men appear out from behind that curtain, laughing at everyone as they, much to the dismay of the crowd, has indeed arrived. Brock Lesnar stands at the top of the stage, unstraps his title belt from his waist and hands it to Paul, who proudly holds it high above his head as Brock hops back and forth before swinging his arms up and down, setting off fireworks in the background. Both men make their way to the ring, not even hesitating for a moment to enter while Styles looks on. Paul, per usual, has a microphone ready in his jacket pocket, and takes a moment to adjust his suit before speaking.


PAUL HEYMAN


Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman, and I am the advocate for the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, BROCK LESNAR!


Paul pauses for a moment to await the crowds silence.


Honestly you people are really quite rude. I mean week after week my client comes out here and gives you what you paid your good hard earned money for, and all you manage to do is try to boo him out of the building. You people need to learn a little bit about respect...as do you Mister Styles. You know I will submit to you that I am quite familiar with you. Yours is somewhat of a household name if you will. Your career is certainly one to be proud of, and there is no denying that...HOWEVER, tonight is not about what you have done, it is about what you are setting out to accomplish on this very evening. Tonight you have been tasked to vanquish the beast Brock Lesnar. Tonight your mission is to try and take the Intercontinental Championship from my client, and since I'm the king of spoilers, here is the latest and greatest...Not gunna happen.


You see AJ, its really swell of you climb out from whatever hole it is you were hiding and pop up here, demanding to be the centerpiece of the company. I guess I'm just trying to piece together the puzzle that has brought us here tonight. You see the more things change, the more they stay the same, and around these parts you have to earn your shots, and you have done a grand total of nothing around here. Oh wait, I'm sorry, you beat Bo Dallas. Congratulations are in order I suppose, because after all you are going to glorify the hell out of that win because it is absolutely a feat to defeat such a superstar talent like Bo Dallas. I mean the preparation for that match must have been excruciating! My point is sir, that you should not even be standing here tonight in this ring with this kind of chance because you my friend have had it gifted to you on a silver platter, and the only reason that is happening is because EC3 is, as he should be, threatened by my client and he is doing everything in his power to knock my client down a few pegs to gain the upper hand. 

Paul chuckles to himself as he continues on.

An overhyped, over excused, talentless piece of crap...really? Such strong words for someone who clearly has no idea what he's talking about. Now I normally am the cool, calm, and collective one, but I take exception to that . If you want to get right down to brass tacks here...I have accidentally had more success than you have actually found in your entire career. I have more creative genius in my pinky finger than you do in your entire body. You wanna talk about Brock being a meathead? Refer to him as a Neanderthal? Let me lay out a few facts for you pal. I've been doing this a long time, and I didn't get to be as good as I am if I wasn't a good business man. You know why everyone wants to be a Paul Heyman guy? It's because they know that with me in their corner, I'm going to take them places. Like me or don't like me, I do what is best for MY business, and believe me, Brock Lesnar is the best thing going in this company right now bar no-

Brock Lesnar places his hand over the microphone and takes it from Paul.

BROCK LESNAR

You know something, when you walked into that office, I knew you were going to be a problem. It pisses me off that someone like you thinks you can walk in here and demand opportunities based on your name alone. Tell me something...what is it in that pea sized brain of yours that makes you think that you have the balls to step up to the plate and beat my ass? I mean really I'm trying to figure this out because you aren't the first, and certainly not the last that will try to take my title from me. You want to talk about being ready for war? Bitch you better prepare your army because you are going to need all the help you can get. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that I am going to be able to beat you to within and inch of your life. Those suplexes you refer to? I hope to god you get back up. Someone better call the Guiness Book of World Records, because I'm going to set a record for the most times I can drop an idiot on his head before blacking out. 

I'm glad you have been paying attention to me and my promos...just goes to show that you have been paying way to much attention to me. I'm sorry to inform you of this, but no matter what you do, you will never be like me. I mean physically I'm about a person bigger than you and that is never going to change. Mentally though...I mean you can watch all the tape you want. You can go chat with anyone who has ever stepped into the ring with me. Sure the general game plan doesn't change much, but it works. Here's the funny thing though...while me and Paul might come out here and be slightly repetitive, the exact same thing can be said about my opponents. It's the same song and dance, oh I'm not like the other guys I have what it takes to slay the beast, I'm going to be the one to finally take down Brock Lesnar. Then we get into the ring and even though like you say its the same dog and pony show, and everyone knows it, I STILL manage to get the job done. You could have ever step I take mapped out and you will still come up short, just like everyone else. Bad Blood is right smack dab in the middle of Suplex City bitch, so now that you know it's coming, lets see how your ass prepares for it. 

[Dres]

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: You think you had to tell me you were going to try to take me to Suplex City in order for me to know it was coming? Brock, anyone that’s ever watched you lumber out here looking like Frankenstein’s Monster without the neck bolts and do what it is that you call wrestling knows that you’re going to try and take someone to Suplex City. You’re predictable and limited, and not just in intelligence, so even if I wasn’t phenomenal and in a different class of man and on a different level of athlete than you, I could still see your plan coming from miles away. So don’t think you got one over on me, big guy, because you didn’t but I’ll answer your question anyway.

How am I going to prepare for it? I’m going to do what I do best and simply be me and outthink you, outwrestle you, and defeat you. But I don’t mind repeating myself, because telling a stooge like you how much he sucks and how many different ways I’m going to kick his ass is a source of infinite delight for me. Besides, I promised I was going to look you in the eyes and laugh in your face so here we go.

AJ makes good on his word and laughs directly in Brock’s face.

It’s like I said before you came out here: I’m not afraid of you, Brock. Hell, Brock from Pokemon has a better chance of scaring me than you do. And you can’t wrap your mind around my unshaken confidence, because you’ve never dealt with it before. Right now, this is when anyone else would get weak in the knees and get punked out, but that’s not happening to me tonight or ever. But that doesn’t just make your brain hurt. By your own admission it pisses you off but by my own admission, you being pissed is something I want and wholeheartedly encourage.

Because I’m not someone that just thinks he can walk in here and get opportunities based on name alone, I’m someone that knows he can. And one of the reasons that rattles you so much that you’ll never admit is because you know that’s a right you’ll never earn here in the UWF. This is the house that AJ Styles built, and do you know how I built it? Having a great performance match after match, something you couldn’t do if you cared enough to try. Winning championship after championship after championship. That’s another reason you’re pissed is it took you so long to win that title, your first in the company, and now it’s about to get taken away from you.

So why would I want to be like you for a second when I can be me for a lifetime? Because you’re arrogant and you’ve got a chip on your shoulder so big, Paul carries a jar of salsa in his suit jacket in case a piece ever splinters off. But you both think I have no idea what I’m talking about, that I’m just monologuing to hear myself talk. Well you can think that, but believe it or not, you aren’t going to find someone that knows more about what they’re talking about than yours truly.

Sure you’ve been doing this a long time, but there’s not a good thing about you. I’m no saint, but I’m not the slimy snake you are and love me or hate me, I don’t lie to people’s faces, Paul. It might not be the words they want to hear but at the end of the day, I speak the truth and I don’t have to mislead someone to get what I want, I just take it. Because of my name value, because of my reputation, and because you being a titleholder is one of the reasons the UWF is in the pitiful condition it’s in.

So before you look at AJ Styles and say he doesn’t know what he’s talking about or hasn’t accomplished anything, check the resume. Because again, I know exactly what I’m talking about and that’s that at Bad Blood, the Intercontinental Championship is leaving around this phenomenal waist.

[ដានីយ៉ែល]

(The scene opens with King Hornswoggle sitting on his pony with the television title around his waist and he is seen with a bunch of toddlers at a daycare center.)


KH: Your king has arrived and I brought some gold with me. Nobody believed me and now my ass is the damn champion! I AM THE DAMN KING AND I AM THE BEST IN THE WORLD! See peasants, I am better than everybody in this wrestling business. Thank you all for bowing down to your new Television Champion and king of UWF! If Killer Kross and Erick Rowan, wants a piece of this beautiful title belt. THEN COME AND FIGHT ME FOR IT! If I have to sleep with the damn title next to me on the bed, so you two cannot snatch my title away from me. Then so be it! I AM THE KING AND I WILL MAKE YOU BOTH MY PEASANTS AT BAD BLOOD!


(Suddenly a guy named Daniel comes in to interrupt King Hornswoggle.)


Daniel: Stop with this damn king bullshit. You are a damn wannabe king and you know it.

KH: FUCK YOU PEASANT!

Daniel: No, fuck you!


(Daniel then throws a can of soda and it hits King Hornswoggle in the head. He then leaves as the king rubs his head with his hand, with the scene fading out to black)

[Danny]

Live October 11th, 2020 at the Scotiabank Arena in Toronto Ontario, Canada


Deadline
www.timeanddate.com/countdown/wrestling?iso=20201009T00&p0=24&msg=Bad+Blood+Deadline&font=cursive




Wargames
Spike, Bubba, D-Von and Cedric Alexander vs Ultramantis, Black, Takagi, Orange Cassidy & Trent?




UWF Championship
Minoru Suzuki(c) vs WARHORSE




World Tag Team Championships
Sweet N' Sour vs Dynamic Duo




Intercontinental Championship
Brock Lesnar(c) vs AJ Styles




Television Championship
Hornswoggle(c) vs Erick Rowan vs Killer Kross




Bray Wyatt vs Bo Dallas




H.I.T. vs Drew Galloway & Pete Dunne

[wasabi]

FIIIIIIIIIIRE

Sanshiro Takagi comes out accompanied to the ring slowly by ultramantis black he steps on all four of the turnbuckles as mantis sits down in the middle of the ring in a meditating position. Sanshiro Takagi grabs a microphone.

Sanshiro Takagi: WHAT IS THIS. A SNIVELING Little whelp who bit the hand that was going to feed him enlisted the help of a man desperate to relevancy and his two past their due date brothers. Thinks that he's suddenly a big shot because he got a roll up on Ultramantis Black. And now thinks that he can lead better than me? no, no it doesn't work like that Spike. Team DDT is stronger than ever before, we shaved off dead weight and, we dodged a bullet when you refused our offer. Did I think you had a great upside? Sure. but I was blinded by the possibility of it to realise you were looking to stab us in the back and run right back to your brothers. And all for what, you pinned Ultramantis and he ended up beating the champion anyway, and team DDT ended up with a partnership with Hathaway Enterprises. So what did you honestly gain? Nothing.

And look you even have leech in the form of Cedric Alexander, who contributes nothing to this team. Be honest with me has he even stood across the ring from anyone close to the ability of anyone else in this match? Like hey as much as the Dudleys are completely old yeller material, give them their due. Orange Cassidy here is a former Co-Contender for the Television title, and Trent was smart enough to find Orange Cassidy. but I digress. if you kept to yourself I wouldn't have minded, play businessman, who cares. But you started getting into messing with team DDT business and when you mess with that bottom line you have officially crossed the line with me. I may not be a spring chicken but I've wrestled more than my fair share of hardcore matches. Don't expect me to be easy.

He drops the microphone only for it to be picked up by Ultramantis Black

Ultramantis Black: It was only a year ago I was in a cage not too similar to this, last year that slaughterhouse I earned my way into and began my ascent to glory. Today it will be not for mere titles but for pride. I showed the champion what I stand for two weeks ago and that's on the table. This year will be another slaughterhouse, or perhaps a lumbermill will be more accurate as the chopping down of the dudley family tree will occur here.

he laughs to himself allowing whoever to come out next

[fja]

*we see Cedric going down to the ring while carrying his bat, getting cheered by the crowd and looking at Ultramantis. Then he grabs a mic*



Cedric: Well, i have to admit that i didn't expect you to say that this match was for pride. I guess we have something in common. For me this match is also for pride since i want to beat you more than last time when you used both Stokeley and Sashiro's help to beat me. And you see, if i have a lot of pride in myself, that means that i'm good in the ring plus the fact that you needed help to beat me who both Team DDT and Hathaway Enterprises despite you being the most dangerous member of your team. To resume, if i already got this much pride which means i'm good in the ring, it shouldn't be difficult to pick up some more and win this match now that you don't have the numbers advantage which was what gave you the victory in our match.

*Cedric sees Sanshiro about to interject and turns to him*

Cedric: I know that the rules of the match state that one of the two teams might have more members than the other up until all 8 participants have entered. However since one can't win until all members of both teams have entered...the numbers advantage means nothing since you can't get the victory when you have it. Now imma move onto another thing that Spike himself has said about Hathaway Enterprises being a third option of partner while i'm their first one. I was thinking that normally, the first option is stronger than a second one and even more than a third one by that matter. Now i dunno why you would call Strowman and Dean deadweight considering at least one of them could have been a threat but you gave the Dudleyz an advantage on winning this match. Because as much as the third replacement might be two guys, i'm a first option for the Dudleyz and that means i'm gonna be better of a help than Trent and OC could be in this WarGames match and better help means victory, you should know about that considering you help each other win and i have been a victim of it. You talk about how Spike didn't accomplish nothing against y'all just yet, well he's gonna accomplish something when his team beats yours because of one single mistake you made, choosing a weaker third option of partners than an more dangerous second one.

*Cedric lowers his mic and points his bat at Team DDT as the crowd cheers so the Dudleyz can come to the ring and talk*

[George]

THE MUSIC OF THE GODDAMN SLAYER BANGER CLASSIC, FUCKING HISTORICAL PIECE, RAINING BLOOD HITS THE PA LIKE A WAVE OF BLOOD AFTER A TRIP DOWN A DARK ALLEY. THE WARHORSE COMES OUT AS THE RIFF HITS, YOU KNOW THE GODDAMN CUE AS DOES EVERYONE AROUND THE WORLD AND ON THEIR GODDAMN ASSES. HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH RAW HORSEPOWER AND CLIMBS UP ONTO THE APRON.



THE WARHORSE THEN GETS IN THE RING BECAUSE HE’S NOT A PUSSY AND HE DOESN’T TAKE THE BACKSEAT TO WATCH SHIT. GOTTA BE THERE, GOTTA BE LIVING. HE THEN PULLS THE MICROPHONE OUTTA HIS JACKET POCKET BECAUSE THAT’S A DAMN USEFUL PLACE TO PUT YOUR DANDY MICROPHONE. HE LOOKS OFF AT DESPERADO WITH HIS TWO BELTS AND DUMB MASK.

WARHORSE: WELL DAMN, A LOT OF TALK FOR A BOY CARRYING SOME BELTS THAT HE DIDN’T EVEN EARN. HELL, IS HIS BACK HURTING HIM TOO MUCH TO COME OUT HERE? IT’S A SHAME, IT REALLY IS. SEEING AS THE WARHORSE IS GONNA LEAVE THAT SON OF A BITCH BACK IN A GODDAMN SPLIT AFTER I DRIVE MY FEET INTO THEM, AND BREAK THE BACK SHAWN MICHAELS STYLE.

EVEN WITH HIS BACK IN THE FINEST CONDITIONS, YOU’D THINK THAT THE MAN WOULD BE QUAKING IN HIS DUMB LITTLE BOOTS. I MEAN, AFTER ALL, BROTHER, HE’S DEALING WITH A TRAIN RUNNING OFF PURE HORSEPOWER HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THE TOP, AND THERE AIN’T A PLACE TO GET THE HELL OUTTA DODGE. I DON’T BLAME HIM, THE BRAVEST MAN ALIVE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO COPE.

YET HELL, IT MIGHT AS WELL BE HIM SEEING HE WANTS TO PARADE AROUND ADVOCATING PUSSY ASS SPORTS LIKE MMA, IT’S JUST A GODDAMN ODD WAY OF TELLING ANOTHER DUDE YOU LOVE HIS FRAGRANCE. IF HE WANTS TO GO AND DO THAT, THEN THE MAN SHOULD GO STRAIGHT UP TO HIS FACE AND LET HIM KNOW. NOT HIDING BEHIND A GODDAMN FACADE OF NOT APPRECIATING SOME OLD SPICE.

THE WARHORSE IS COMPLETELY DISGUSTED AT THE IDEA OF OLD SPICE GOING OVERLOOKED.

YET THIS ISN’T ABOUT SUZUKI’S HOBBY OF CLOSET APPRECIATION OF FRAGRANCE, THIS IS ABOUT THE OTHER STRAP OVER YOUR SHOULDER BOY. IT AIN’T YOUR PROPERTY, IT AIN’T MINORU’S EITHER, IT’S GOT THE WARHORSE’S NAME ON IT WRITTEN IN THE BLOOD OF ALL THOSE WHO HAVE STEPPED TO THE WARHORSE.

AND NOT ONLY SHOULD I TELL YA TO NOT GET TOO ATTACHED TO IT, I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET COMFORTABLE OVER THERE ON YOUR PEDESTAL. SINCE YOU WON’T HAVE ONE TO SIT AT FOR ANY LONGER ONCE IT’S BOOTED FROM UNDERNEATH YOU. FEAR NOT, THE WARHORSE IS HERE TO BE THE CHAMPION THE PEOPLE NEED, AND THE START OF A REVOLUTION THAT’S BEEN HIDING IN THE GRASS.

IT’LL BE A REAL SHAME SEEING ALL THIS WORK GO DOWN THE TOILET, THE NUMBER OF YEARS LONGING AFTER THE UWF CHAMPIONSHIP. IT ALL GOES AWAY ONCE THE WARHORSE PUMPS THE BREAKS ON YOUR JOYRIDE, AND SEND YOU ON A ONEWAY TRIP TO GETTIN YOUR ASS RULED.

WARHORSE LOWERS HIS MICROPHONE.

[crann]

Marilyn Manson's "The Fight Song" hits the PA and the fans, restless as they were after milling about for some time awaiting action, start to buzz. The theme is unfamiliar, which can mean only one thing: it belongs to the rumored new team on the block. Sure enough, as the song kicks up in earnest, the pair emerge from the back sporting mean mugs and cruel intentions. Former United States Champion Drew Galloway emerges from gorilla first and marches right to the top of the ramp, the Bruiserweight Pete Dunne following behind him and heading to one end of the stage where he performs his signature fist-to-the-jaw taunt as Galloway throws his hair back and glares through ice-cold eyes at the crowd. Pete works the other half of the arena from the other side of the stage, then the pair head down the ramp side by side, ignoring the fans as they stride purposefully to the ring. They climb the steps, and Galloway enters over the top rope, climbing the nearest turnbuckle to work the crowd.



While the imposing Scot roars from the top of his turnbuckle, the comparatively small and quiet Brit stands in the middle of the ring, mean-mugging the hard cam. The fans, still largely undecided on these two, watch as Drew climbs down from the top rope and collects microphones for himself and his partner, then turns his on to state his intentions.

DREW GALLOWAY
Someone told me the men we're fightin' here tonight are known as the Heroes in Trainin', and they're lackeys for the deluded old Rey Mysterio. That notion put a smile on my face, because while I remember Rey bein' nothin' more than another coward playin' hero all those years ago while his toadies did the heavy liftin', I never thought he'd manage tae find himself two people sorrier than the pair he used tae run with tae follow in his footsteps. An' while Mustafa Ali and Ricochet aren't as sad an act as Homicide an' Sin Cara, they're still no match for the best the United Kingdom has tae offer. I guess that's why they're the trainees. It's just unfortunate that they've run face-first intae the worst pair of bad lads they possible could have this early intae their UWF careers.

The fans don't really know how to react to the tough talk, but Drew isn't letting their muted response slow him down.

The fact o' the matter is that the UWF, it's rotten. Rotten tae the core. It uses men like us, an' men like the Heroes in Trainin'. It pits us against each other an' has us beat each other senseless an' for what? Some little scrap o' leather with some pretty metal on it? I spent so much o' my life chasin' those shiny baubles, so much o' my career was dedicated tae it an' run after run in this company turned sour because all I cared about was one o' those belts. But you know what? It didn' mean nothin' tae nobody when I won one, an' even less when I defended it, because at the end o' the day, sooner or later, everyone loses. An' when they do, the fans lose faith in them an' they get spit out o' the company faster than you can blink. No support, no lifeline, not even a handshake, just "best of luck in your future endeavors." It's all a crock o' bullshite. It's about time tae admit that, Universe: Everythin' you believe is a lie. There are no heroes in wrestlin', just men lookin' tae pull a fast one on other men in the rat race for those shiny titles. But me an' Pete, we're here for a different reason. See, the UWF used up an' it spat out Drew Galloway the last time he was wrestlin' for this company. It made me change my name an' lose focus of what I got intae this business tae do in the first place. But time back home has a way of remindin' you of who you truly are, and who I am is the meanest, hardest son of a bitch that ever walked the Scottish Highlands. I come from the toughest stock there is, an' you don't have tae take my word for it. Just watch what I do tae these self-proclaimed Heroes at Bad Blood.

Drew lowers his microphone, seemingly content with his unspecific threat. But the Bruiserweight isn't about to leave it at that.

PETE DUNNE
No, Drew, see, it's not enough to leave things vague here. I want our opponents at Bad Blood to know exactly what's in store for them when they step between those ropes and the bell rings, yeah? We're going to brutalize them. We're going to smash their faces until they're barely recognizable, break their limbs, batter and bruise their bodies until they beg us both for mercy. And then, only then, are we going to be finished with them. When the medical professionals have to come and scrape what's left of the Heroes in Training off the canvas and rush them to whatever passes for hospital in this bloody country, then our day at work will be done. Because, like Drew said, we didn't come here in pursuit of any championships. If a pair happen to fall into our laps, well, that's just business, and that just means what we're here to do gets a whole lot easier, because the fix we're looking for will be served to us on a platter. Because all we're looking for is a good fight. And if that fight comes in the shape of Mustafa Ali and Ricochet, which I seriously doubt, good. I'll be satisfied. For the night. But just for that one night. Then it's on to the next, and the next, until our list of victims is longer than Drew here is tall.

There's a sort of focused intensity to Pete Dunne's tone that conveys he is serious, and that leaves everyone sitting in an awkward silence until...