Revolution 11/4/20

[Danny]

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 another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, H.I.T. takes on the Dynamic Duo.

Corey Graves: Also in tag team action, Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. face the team of Galloway and Dunne.

Tom Phillips: In a non-title match, AJ Styles goes up against Chris Jericho.

Mauro Ranallo: Hornswoggle will face Spike Dudley.

Corey Graves: In tag team action, Taichi and Zack Sabre Jr. debut against the Hounds of Justice.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Ultramantis Black versus the returning Katsuyori Shibata.

Mauro Ranallo: But first In singles competition, Robert Roode makes his UWF return against Cedric Alexander. Let's hear from Cedric who's standing by.


The scene opens with Renee Young looking towards the camera with her microphone held tight up in her hand in the most generic interviewer pose possible. She introduces us into this scene and interview.



Renee Young: Hello UWF Universe, Renee Young reporting from the backstage area here at tonight’s UWF Revolution.

Suddenly Cedric Alexander walks into the frame, so we can see his glorious being. The fans cheer for their underdog hero, a true unsung hero of the UWF’s roster.

Renee Young: At this time I’m joined by Cedric Alexander. Cedric, seeing that the last time we saw you in a match, you suffered a pretty nasty calf injury and lost to Team DDT. How do you plan to rebound from this set of unfortunate circumstances in your match with Bobby Roode tonight?

Cedric Alexander: Well, I need a win to rebound from a loss obviously, Renee. A dumb question really. Tonight, I’m looking to catch that rebound. As glorious as Roode says he is, I stand here ready for whatever he’ll bring. It’s been 2 weeks since the Wargames match, the calf thing is in the past now.

What I’ve got my eyes set on now is going only up, only towards the top. It really does seem that it’s all to play for. In this land where anything can happen, I’m willing to shoot my shot. Everyone around here seems to think I’m some sort of underdog and let them, who knows how long it’ll take them to notice that this diamond is polished and out of the rough. Into the world, Renee.

Suddenly we hear some boisterous clapping coming from down the hall, and Cedric sharply turns around to see who’s making all of this racket when he’s out here trying to say his piece. A booming voice comes with it, and we can instantly recognise this.

WARHORSE: COOL SHIT, ASSHOLE. I BET YOU THINK THAT IT’S COMING WITH SOME TYPE OF SILVER PLATTER. THE OPPORTUNITY FOR POOR LITTLE CEDRIC, WELL BUD, IT’S ALL GOOD AND ALL WISHING AND PRAYING FOR IT, BUT WHEN ARE YOU GETTING IT? NEVER. YOU SHOULD TAKE UP WRITING CHILDREN’S BOOKS WITH THAT IMAGINATION, BOY.

SEEING AS AFTER ALL, IT’S NOT GETTING YOU FAR AT ALL IN THIS SPORT. IT’S JUST STAGGERING YOU RIGHT IN THE PLACE WHERE YOU STAND. AND IT MAKES ME SICK THAT PEOPLE TAKE SYMPATHY WITH THAT. MAYBE ONE DAY HE’LL PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER, IT’S THAT TYPE OF HOPE THAT GETS CRUSHED WHEN INEVITABLY, YOU’RE SITTING ON YOUR DEATH BED DONE FUCK ALL.

I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD WALK PAST THAT INJURY. I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE LUCKY WHEN THEY SAID YOU COULD GO BACK AND FIGHT. I BEG TO DIFFER, PAL. AFTER I’M DONE WITH YOU, YOU’LL WISH THAT CALF CRIPPLED YOU. NOBODY DISRESPECTS THE WARHORSE. AND I MEAN GODDAMN NOBODY. ESPECIALLY ON THAT DAY. YOU’LL GET WHAT’S COMING TO YOU SOONER OR LATER.

Cedric Alexander: Oh, was that the same type of promise you made to Minoru Suzuki before he beat your ass, holy ass ruler?

WARHORSE: YOU THINK YOU’RE FUNNY. YOU REALLY DO. I’LL BE WATCHING YOUR MATCH CLOSELY TONIGHT, BOY. WATCH YOUR BACK, BECAUSE I’M COMING FOR YOU. YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GUY, ON THE WRONG DAY, NOW YOU’LL HAVE TO BEG THAT DOCTOR TO GIVE YOU MORE TIME OFF.

Cedric Alexander: I could beat your ass with no calves.

WARHORSE: I’D KICK YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW IF I DIDN'T WANT TO DISCREDIT THE EFFORT OF BOBBY ROODE, BUT HELL. YOU’RE SO WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT. I’VE BEAT YOU TWICE, AND I’LL BEAT YOU THREE TIMES. FOUR, FIVE AND SIX IF I NEED TO. GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND ON LETTING YOU WALK.

Cedric walks out of the frame with a cocky smile on his face, knowing that he’s pressing the buttons of the Warhorse, and has. A win over him would only catapult him into the scene that he just fell from, and to potentially challenge the world champion. We head elsewhere.



The live feed cuts to the ring where Robert Roode is standing by, waiting for his opponent.



Tony: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighting 205 pounds, Cedric ALEXAAAANDER!.

*we see Cedric appear on the stage and looking at the crowd, soaking in the cheers before shouting in the air "LET'S GO!" and coming down to the ring. Then he climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and sits there hearing and soaking the cheers of the crowd with his hands open as if welcoming the cheers and then he jumps down to the ring. Then he points at his head with his thumb like he does irl*


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DING DING DING


Cedric goes right up to Roode and ties up with him, wanting to prove himself a bit. Roode has the size advantage but Cedric holds his own and they manage to end in a stale mate. Roode instead raises his hand for a test of strength. Cedric moves in to interlock fingers but Roode instead goes low and kicks him in the gut. He's all smiles for outsmarting his opponent and he decides to Irish whip him into the ropes. What he doesn't expect however is for Cedric to hits the ropes with a handspring, using the momentum to come back in a turning kick to the side of the head! Roode is so thrown off that he loses his balance and falls through the ropes to the outside! hat's exactly where Cedric wants him and he comes jumping out of the ring with the tope con hilo! He picks up Roode and tosses him back into the ring and goes for the pin!



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Roode kicks out! Cedric brings him back up to his feet but Robert starts to hit him with some punches to the stomach to create some separation. He pushes Cedric back and he bounces off the rope, looking to come back with a dropkick but Roode side steps him. Cedric lands on the mat but pops right back up only to eat a knee to the gut. Robert then hoists him in up in a vertical suplex. Cedric ends up falling behind him and pushes him into the ropes, trying to roll him up. Roode however hangs onto the ropes as Cedric rolls back up to his feet. He runs at Roode once more but eats a back elbow to the face! He staggers backwards but comes right back after Roode only to get scooped up and planted with the Double R Spinebuster! He makes the pin!



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Cedric kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Cedric's team may have come up short at Bad Blood but he's out here proving that he still has some fight in him.

Corey Graves: He's going up against a former World Champion and Royal Rumble winner. I don't think fight is going to be enough.


Roode backs up and patiently waits as Cedric rises to his feet. He takes off, looking to hit him with the lariat to the back of the head but Cedric can sense it and he ducks causing Roode to continue moving forward and hit the ropes. When he comes off them, he eats a standing dropkick right to the mush! He drops to a knee and Cedric follows up by running over into a sliding reverse STO! Roode's face is planted into the mat and Cedric makes the cover.



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Roode kicks out! Cedric decides to end this and exits the ring onto the apron. He begins to climb but Roode senses the danger he's in and rolls out of the ring. Cedric sighs but then smiles. He re-positions himself to face outwards and Roode doesn't realize it. He ends up walking right into a diving crossbody! They hit the mat with a loud thud but the fans are cheering wildly for Cedric. He pops back up holding his ribs but otherwise in fine condition. He grabs Roode and tosses him back into the ring.


Tom Phillips: Robert Roode not looking too good here.

Corey Graves: It's a little ring rust but trust me, he's about to end this match soon.


Cedric gets on the apron and waits as Roode is getting back to his feet. He then springboards onto the top rope and comes off with a diving clothesline but Roode shoots forward and clothesline the hell out of him first! Cedric is in a daze and Roode grabs his head and throws it in between his arm and body. He lifts up Cedric for the Glorious DDT but Cedric is able to push himself off of him and land on his feet. Roode runs at him with another clothesline but Cedric dodges out of the way and Robert collides with the corner turnbuckles. He bounces off them into the waiting arms of Cedric who grabs him from behind, lifting him up in the air and hitting the Lumbar Check! He rushes over to make the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Cedric Alexander!



The ref raises his hand and he's all smiles after bouncing back from Bad Blood and picking up a big win. He continues to celebrate in the ring while the ref checks on Roode and the show moves on.



Revolution is a blast as always but before we can continue with the action, the titantron takes us to the street just outside the arena, and it's looking pretty dangerous out there...



The Dangerous Tekkers are outside in all of their glory, just the two best buds Taichi and Zack hanging out, not a third person in sight, two dudes, that's all

Zack: Hey, you, what do you want from us? you'll have a better interview after we kick the Corgies of Justice's ass, why bother us now?

The cameraman is puzzled, he was just following orders, he shrugs and Zack sighs

Fine you can follow us as we prepare for our first match here, besides It's too much of a lovely day outside to get mad at bums like you innit Taichi mate?

Taichi takes a look around to make sure it is actually a lovely day, it is

Taichi: You're right, it is a lovely day, perfect for kicking some Samoan ass

The duo laugh, oh how good it feels to be mean

After we're done with that creature and her dog, what do you say we go down to the bar over there, see what American alcohol is made of, surely it's no match for the Dangerous Tekkers ah?

Taichi slaps Zack on the back and the Briton laughs

Nothing in this shit country is a match for us my friend and the UWF know it yet for some reason they chose to pair us up with the worst pair of wankers I've seen in all my life traveling the globe wrestling, really, everything that came out of his mouth was pure nonsense! I couldn't even make up what he was saying! did you?

Zack I can barely understand you, you want me to understand a dead brain dog?

They laugh again and start making their way into the venue, they enter and are trying to find their way into the Suzuki-Gun locker room when they go around a corner and bump into someone

What are you blind, can't you see we're walking here?!

Watch where you're walking or you won't be walking any longer you hear me?

What a prick

Our Beloved Duo and the camera take a look at the person



Renee Young: Hey I was planning on interviewing you but I can see it's not the right time I'll come back later.

After years of working in the UWF Renee is unphased by threats

Wait no no no that's fine we can do it now, ask away darling.

Renee rolls her eyes and reluctantly brings up the mic

Ok, so, big night for you tonight Taichi and Zack, are you nervous making your debut here in the UWF against a team as experienced as Roman and Nia?

Zack scoffs, Taichi takes this one

What kind of stupid question is that of course we're not nervous, we're facing the worst the UWF has to offer in this inbred family and we're the Dangerous Tekkers, the best tag team in the world, you've lost your question privileges.

Zack snaps Renee's mic out of her hand and pretends that he's interviewing her

Yesterday was a huge day in history Renee, perhaps the most important day in our lifetime and as a citizen of this shit hole of a country you could have participated in this major event, did you vote?

The question catches Renee off guard but the show must go on, even if the roles are reversed

Well Ah... I didn't really get to with being on the road all the time and all, besides my vote won't really matter and they both suck and...

Whoa whoa whoa, instead of doing everything in your power to stop a power-hungry, fascist, racist, climate change denier, fat orange dickhead you did nothing? I'm done talking with you

Zack pushes Renee out of the frame completely and takes over

Now let's have a proper interview, Lord Taichi Ishikari, how do you plan on beating your mismatched opponents tonight?

Taichi ponders for a second, he even strokes his chin to signal he's really thinking about it

Well, The Technical Wizard Zack Sabre Jr, There are so many ways we could defeat them, why choose now?

A wise answer from a wise man, and what do you think about Trump?

Who?

Exactly, thank you Taichi for giving us some of your precious time tonight, I don't think there's anything more to be said, back to you Mauro, Phillips, and Graves, try not to ruin our match with your shitty commentary.

Zack throws the mic to the ground and he and Taichi leave, laughing at their mischievous adventure, Renee picks up the mic and just sighs, Revolution continues.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG



The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley and Stacy Keibler emerge from the curtain. Stacy is looking fine with some glasses on as Spike is looking all business.



The couple look out into the crowd as they shower them with cheers. Spike grabs Stacy's hand and they both begin the walk down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and both oblige, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as they come to end of the ramp. Spike follows Stacy around, helping her climb the stairs. She reaches the top as Spike slides into the ring, walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing it and beating his chest whilst he looks into the crowd, meanwhile at the same time, Stacy is making her trademark entrance into the ring.



Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, being accompanied to the ring by the Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY

Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, meeting Stacy in the ring and giving her a kiss. He shows her the way to the ropes as she climbs out of the ring, the same way she climbed in as Spike turns and is ready for his match.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...

Hornswoggle slides into the ring and is ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Hornswoggle takes down Spike with a Chop Block. The self-professed King starts kicking his opponent in the ribs now as Spike is wincing more than one ordinarily would.

Tom Phillips: I don’t know that Spike is in any condition to compete.

Mauro Ranallo: Wargames appears to have taken a more serious toll on him than we realized.

Corey Graves: Come on, Spike! You can’t lose to Hornswoggle!

As Hornswoggle stops kicking Spike, Spike puts his hands flat on the mat and starts pushing upward before collapsing. Hornswoggle laughs at this as he delivers a stomp to the back of Spike’s head. Swoggle gets a fistful of hair now and pulls upward so that he can see Spike’s face as he spits in it before releasing his grip. Stacy at ringside is begging for Spike to throw the match but he plants his hands again and starts pushing up with his arms.

While this is going on, Hornswoggle ascends the top turnbuckle and flies off to connect with the Tadpole Splash, going for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Hornswoggle!

Hornswoggle celebrates the win, exiting the ring and heading up the ramp as Stacy enters the ring to tend to Spike as Revolution continues.


As Revolution continues, things head backstage to the Intercontinental Champion AJ Styles as the fans boo.



”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Chris Jericho. When I saw that name on that card across from mine, I reacted how most people in my position would react. I was ecstatic, beside myself that I was going to wrestle Chris freakin’ Jericho in the UWF. Because for everything Chris has done in the big promotions like WWE and AEW, the greatest slices of his career were in UCW and here in UWF. So imagine my disappointment when, instead of returning the respect or sharing in the anticipation, he decided to try and do stand-up and cap off his series of lame jokes with one of his tired, worn out, overused catchphrases.

People call AJ Styles disrespectful. Well you see what happens when I give compliments and try to share some of the limelight, I get let down and I get let down hard. You could have added another legendary chapter to your story but after hearing you riff out there, I’m taking it upon myself to make sure there aren’t anymore written. I’m putting Old Yeller2J in my crosshairs and pulling the trigger. And after that you will never be the same again while I, I will still be...Phenomenal.

AJ brings his hands together above his head before walking offscreen as Revolution continues.



Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match!



The dramatic piano notes signaling the arrival of wrestling's holy emperor hit and the arena goes completely dark and the fans are left with only the comforting piano to soothe their sorrows and after what feels like forever, the song's early climax hits and the lights come back on to reveal the man we've all come here to watch, lord Taichi totally singing the song by himself from the microphone stand he's holding.



Chimel: Introducing first, from Hokkaido Japan, weighing in tonight at "thicc king" and standing at a marvelous 5 foot 10 inches tall, representing Suzuki-Gun as one-half of the Dangerous Tekkers, The Dark Holy Emperor, Lord Taichi Ishikariiii!!

The fans clamor to touch him, one half to physically harm him while they boo relentlessly and the other half so they could feel the prettiest skin in all the land and they're too starstruck to cheer, the number of fucks he's giving to either of them is equal tho and it's zero, while he's in the middle of the ramp his graceful, beautiful and elegant song is cut off by a... different song.





Chimel: And introducing his partner in crime from Kent England, weighing in tonight at "85 kilograms of cruelty-free, vegan muscle" and standing at a perfect 6 foot 0 inches tall, representing Suzuki-Gun as the other half of the Dangerous Tekkers, The Technical wizard, Zack Sabre Jr!!

Riot Squad's "Fuck The Tories" starts playing and the UK's government's most vocal critic Zack Sabre Jr walks out the crowd is united in their response to him, they don't like him, they boo and he responds by flaring both of his middle fingers out to all sides while he's enjoying the song and walking to the ring, once he gets into the ring he fists bump Taichi who takes a step forward, signaling he's ready to rumble. The recent signees stand in the ring, waiting for their opponents to arrive.



Truth of Reigns hit's the Pa system when Roman and Nia Jax both came out at the same time after both of them walks straight down towards the ring and looks up ahead to see Dangerous Tekkers is standing inside of the ring when Jax and Reigns steps foot and circles around the Dangerous Tekkers while talking to the UWF Universe.

Chimel: And their opponents... weighing in at a combined weight of 537 pounds... Roman Reigns and Nia Jax... THE HOUNDS OF JUSTICE!

The Samoans stare down the goons from Suzuki-Gun while Chimel exits the ring. Reigns and Taichi sign up to be the first participants while their partners take to the apron. The Official calls for the bell.



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DING DING


Roman marches purposefully towards the center of the ring. The Big Dog is quick to establish a domineering pressence, eyes front and focused while he takes command of the squared circle. A veteran of the company and a former International Champion, he carries a certain sense of pride and resonsiblity in taking on the disrespectful newcomers, stern in composure but relishing the chance to humble the Suzuki-Gun tandem.

Taichi has nothing but disdain for the Samoan as he saunters around the perimeter, not so much looking for an opening as he is hoping to frustrate his opponent as well as the American crowd with an unwillingness to engage. When the fans boo him for it, Sabre flips them off. This catches Reigns' attention, and with that slightest distraction, Taichi makes his move.

Stepping forward, Roman turns back to catch him in the act and looks to hook up with a collar-and-elbow. At first, Taichi looks like he'll accept the challenge for a traditional start, but instead, he steps aside and then past Roman, yawning as he goes buy.


Ranallo: Not much sense of urgency from Taichi in his debut.

Graves: He's a master of mind games, Mauro. Unfortunately, when it comes to Roman Reigns, even a genius like Taichi doesn't have much to work with.


Both Roman and Taichi rotate to face each other again. Reigns dares him to bring it, but Taichi shakes his head and points to Nia back in the Samoan corner, demanding to face her instead. Reigns is disappointed, preceiving this as an act of cowardice, but Jax is more than happy to take the Japanese superstar on, reaching over the ropes for the tag.

Reigns shrugs and goes over to tag Nia. The crowd pops big when she steps through the ropes. She's barely through when Taichi blindsides her, slamming his knee into her midsection before whipping her across the ring into the far ropes.


Graves: See? See? What did I tell you! Taichi knows exactly what he's doing.

Phillips: Why I am not surprised that Suzuki's new goons aren't ashamed to play outside the rules?


Nia bolts across the canvas, finds the ropes, and comes running back. Taichi looks to clothesline her, but Jax offers up a lariat of her own, and with the size and speed advantage, hers wins out. She flattens Taichi, taking him clean off of his feet, much to his surprise.

With the fans chanting her name, Jax bends down and scoops up Taichi with little effort. She hoists him up on to her shoulders and falls straight back down, pancaking the Dangerous Tekker with a huge Samoan Drop! The ring rattles with the impact and Nia doesn't even have to move to make an effective pinfall. The Referee slides in to count it...



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ZSJ runs in and breaks it up, putting the boots to Nia to disrupt the pin attempt. The Official admonishes the Brit, but he just backs away, hands up innocently, slowly retreating to his corner. Reigns steps through the rope, ready to deliver some justice of his own, and the Ref hurries over to put a stop to that before it can start. With Stripes' back turned, Zack blasts Nia with a stiff boot to the head before scampering back to the apron.

A frustrated Roman does the same. Nia and Taichi, meanwhile, are both a little getting to their feet. Taichi gets in the first bit of offense, clubbing her across the back with a forearm. Jax retaliates with a jab to the gut.


Phillips: A strong shot there from Nia Jax - certainly a powerherouse in this tag team division.

Ranallo: Often all eyes are on the former UWF International Champion Roman Reigns as the de facto leader of this team, but Jax is a force to be reckoned with in her own right.


Tachi attempts to whip Jax back towards his home corner, only for the Samoan to counter with a crude looking toss, gripping the bleach-blonde hair of her foe and throwing him by head the head so he spins out and crashes to the mat. Jax capitalizes on the opening and tags in her partner. A thunderous ovation welcomes the Big Dog to the contest once again.


Ranallo: And here we go!

Graves: Good grief.


Reigns takes out Taichi with a running lariat. When the Dangerous Tekker pops back up, it's only to get more of the same. Emmulating his cousins tactics from earlier, Reigns tries for a Samoan Drop, but Taichi catches him with an elbow to the head before escaping. Spinning the Hound of Justice around, Taichi looks to go on the offensive but takes a fist to the jaw, and after that, a Vertical Suplex!

Roman plants his opponent into the mat and shoots the half once he's there...



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Taichi gets a should up just in the nick of time. Reigns picks him up by the scruff up the neck, but Taichi shakes the cobwebs and pushes him away before nailing a hard Gamengiri! Taichi leaps up and kicks him in the side of the head, knocking Roman down. The Suzuki-Gun member tries for a cover...



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Roman powers out at two! Taichi complains to the Referee but the fifth man isn't listening. Irritable to the bitter end, Taichi picks up Reigns by the scalp and drags him towards his corner, huffing past the Official as he goes.

Sabre is eagerly awaiting and gets his tag. The svelt Brit hops the ropes and immediately puts the boots to Roman, stomping a mud hole in the Samoan before dropping down for a chinlock.


Ranallo: There may be no more gifted young grappler in the classic sense than Zack Sabre Jr.

Graves: What he has done for submission wrestling in the modern era is no different than what a guy like AJ Styles did in innovating and incorporating high-pace aerial offense into the major leagues.

Phillips: It's just too bad he's such a jerk about it.


Sabre's chinlock quickly morphs into a litany of holds, his hands, elbows and knees finding crooks and crannies in Reigns' joints to manipulate. One minute he's tugging and arm back, the next he's contorting his neck and then cominbing the two. Reigns musters what strength he can to crawl towards the ropes, forcing a break before too much of a toll is taken.

Zack reluctantly releases the hold, and not before the Referee exhausts the better part of a five count insisting on it. Jax reaches out, hoping for a tag in to help her partner out, but Sabre keeps Reigns grounded with some more stomps. When Reigns finds a way to get vertical, it just leaves him open for a snap DDT by the Brit! Sabre then makes a cover...



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Reigns kicks out at two! Sabre is straight up pissed about, yanking his opponent up into a sitting position before sprinting for the ropes.



Graves: Sabre looking for the Penalty Kick!

Ranallo: That would certainly be enough to keep Roman down for the count!



But Reigns ducks out harms way and Zack boots nothing but thin air, as though he were Charlite Brown having the football pulled away by that sneaky Lucy. Roman gets up as fast as and looks to make a tag, but Taichi has come around the ring and he pulls Nia off the apron, slamming her head into the steps on the way down! Big boogs from the crowd for that one.

The Official runs over and screams at Taichi to go back to his corner. Ever the gentleman, Dangerous Tekker obliges. Reigns can't believe his eyes, and with the Big Dog distracted, Zack sneaks up behind, maybe looking to slap on a Sleeper when...

OH SNAP! Reigns turns around and decks him with a Superman Punch! BOOM! Sabre goes down like a sack of potatoes and Roman makes the cover, the crowd counting along emphatically.


Ranallo: Kill shot by Roman with the Superman Punch!

Phillips: The Hounds of Justice have spoiled the debut of the Dangerous Tekkers! Incredible!



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Reigns gets pulled out of the ring by Taichi before the third count! Nuclear heat from the crowd. They hate to see it.

Taichi pulls him under the ropes and grabs him around the chest, sending him over and down onto the arena floor with a Dangerous Backdrop! The move totally stuns Roman, and Taichi has some trouble picking up the semi-conscious heavyweight to roll him back under the ropes.

The Official is still admonishing him but it's falling on deaf ears. Taichi follows Reigns into the squared circle as a recovering and legal Zack Sabre grabs him, lifts and flips to go for his finisher. Taichi assists the Michinoku with a Superkick, a tandem maneuver they call the Holy Zack Driver.

Roman takes the boot to the chin before his head is slammed into the mat. Zack makes the cover and the Official, albeit hesitantly, makes the count...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNERS...
DANGEROUS TEKKERS!


Taichi helps Zack to his feet to celebrate, demanding the Official raise their hands. The fans shower them with boos but nothing can dampen the spirits of the Tekkers, having won their debut UWF contest.


Ranallo: The Dangerous Tekkers live up to their name as well as our low expectations of them, happily cheating to steal this win from the Hounds of Justice.

Graves: That's how they do it in Japan, Mauro. What you're looking at is an evolved style of tag team wrestling and frankly. I'm not sure if there's a team on our current roster that can hang with these two.

Phillips: I wonder if there's a team that could possibly sink lower than these snakes.


Roman rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp with Nia while Zack Sabre Jr. and Taichi mock the booing fans. Revolution continues elsewhere.


The crowd is buzzing, the atmosphere is electric and the titantron lights up with an image of Despy backstage, the crowd immediately starts booing but the man in the mask just don't give a damn, he's just sipping his tea but my guess is that he's about to spill it



Last week, well last week was really something ah?

Despy takes another sip, he smiles

You got introduced to the newest old addition to Suzuki-Gun and the soon to be tag champions the Dangerous Tekkers, The Technical wizard Zack Sabre jr and The Holy Dark Emperor Taichi, you're gonna have a lot of fun watching these two.

Despy takes yet another sip, his smile turns into a frown

But you also had a former champion returning, interfering in Suzuki's match and robbing him of a win, the only logical thing to do would have been to rebook the match and prevent him from getting in the match again but instead the management decided to reward his so-called "Wrestler's" behavior by giving him the main event spot but decide to shelf Suzuki for the week, really makes you think what side they on

Despy takes one last long sip from the tea

But it doesn't matter, Shibata interfered with Suzuki's business and he'll pay for it, yes he attacked Bray Wyatt but for that night, in this match, Wyatt was Suzuki's business and you can't just do everything you want with it without paying the price, but he won't pay it tonight, oh no, the UWF made sure he has a soft landing back here with a match against Ultramantis Black and Suzuki won't lower himself so far as to interfere with this match, this one is all yours Shibata, but know that Suzuki is watching so you better bring your A-game, you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the King of Pro Wrestling.

He chuckles, he keeps the smile on as he continues

And don't think we forgot about Bray Wyatt, he'll get what was due to him and Suzuki will finish what he started, hopefully without someone coming in to save him just before Suzuki finishes with him, but who knows, maybe Bray and the management will dig up another old nobody to save him, the lengths these people will go to in order to topple Suzuki are unimaginable.

Despy gets up and so does the camera

But they have to understand something, no matter who or how many people they throw at Suzuki he will crush them all, and despite you clearly trying to devalue his title reign by booking him with nobodies, he will go down in history as the best champion this company, this wrestling business, has ever had.

Despy walks out of the frame, UWF's fans don't wanna see an empty chair, table, and a finished cup of tea so Revolution quickly turns back to the violence


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



Immortals hit the PA System in comes Ali and Ricochet the heroes in training for Rey Mysterio. Ali comes out and shows off his light to the crowd and Richcohet flanks posing aside him they make their way down to the ring.

 



Ricochet enters the ring first doing some acrobatic moves and it leads to a flip. Ali slides in and as Ricochet is posing Ali shines is light standing behind him

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome weighing in at a combined weight of 370 pounds. Ali and Ricochet. The heroes in training!

Ali looks annoyed at the announcement and Riccochet is smiling as they await the opponents.

Chimel: And their opponents...



The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the former World Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch.

Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 346 pounds, Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, the Dynamic Duo!

The Dynamic Duo come out from the back dancing up a storm, not a care in the world for the fans or their opponents. In these moments, its just two friends having a good time. They dance all the way down the ramp and slide into the ring. They pose on the separate turnbuckles while still bobbing their head to the music. They jump down and get ready for their match.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Ricochet, the legal man for the Heroes in Training, takes a run at Sami Zayn and leaps for a dropkick. Zayn, however, has it scouted and steps aside as Ricochet connects with nothing but air. Richochet immediately pops back to his feet as Sami attempts a clothesline, but the Mysterio acolyte catches the arm and attempts a simple arm drag. Sami, however, shakes his head and plants his feet, then sweeps Ricochet off his own with a Russian leg sweep counter! Sami immediately mounts Ricochet, raining strikes down on his head as the One and Only tries to get his arms up to block. Sami finally breaks things off and makes an early tag with Becky Lynch before pulling Ricochet up into a side headlock, exposing his ribs as Becky enters the ring and takes a run at the pair, delivering a stiff punt to those ribs directly. Immediately, Sami releases his hold and steps out of the ring as Becky pulls Ricochet up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Becky bends over for a back body drop, but as he rebounds Ricochet leaps and rolls over Becky into a sunset flip, sitting out in the cover attempt.

Tom Phillips: Sunset flip counter by Ricochet and he's sitting out for the cover!

1...

...NO!

Ricochet rolls backward to his feet as Becky sits up and he runs right back at her, hitting her in the face with a shotgun dropkick! Becky's head thumps against the ring canvas as Ricochet rolls to his left and rises to his vertical base near the ropes, but unfortunately for him he's close to the Dynamic Duo's corner and while the official is checking on Becky after the unguarded shot to the face, Sami smashes him in the back of the skull! Ricochet stumbles forward as Zayn quickly returns to his corner and the fans boo, Becky pushing to one knee and seeing the opportunity as she bullrushes Ricochet and sends him to the outside with a clothesline! Lynch then stumbles toward her own corner to tag in Zayn. As Ricochet recovers on the outside, Zayn runs along the apron and leaps off with a crossbody, taking him back to the floor. Once again Sami takes the mount and starts pummeling Ricochet, delivering several stiff shots to the head before getting to his feet, bringing his opponent up simultaneously and sending him into the ring. Sami then climbs up onto the apron and grabs the ropes, using them to slingshot over into a leg drop on Ricochet's chest! Zayn covers.

1...

...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: Mere minutes into this match-up and both teams have attempted a pin, but neither has found much success.

Zayn immediately finds his feet and sends Ricochet into his own team's corner. Sami runs straight at him and lifts his boot, connecting with the Helluva Kick! But Ali tags himself in off of Ricochet's back before the impact! As Ricochet stumbles out of the corner and falls flat, Zayn leaps on for the cover, but the official declines the count, informing him that Ricochet is not the legal man! The fans are cheering as Zayn gets to his feet and has a tense back-and-forth with the official, only to turn around at the last moment to catch Mustafa Ali in an attempted crossbody! Zayn grabs Ali straight out of the air and puts him up on the shoulder as though planning a piledriver or powerslam, but Ali manages to spin himself around and tucks Zayn's head under the arm, spiking him on the canvas with a tornado DDT! The fans pop as Ali covers, but before even a one-count, Becky breaks it up. Ali immediately gets to his feet and shouts at Becky and so she unloads with the stiffest of forearm strikes to his face, sending him crashing to the canvas in a daze! The fans boo as Becky leaves the ring, the official following after her and giving her an earful. As he does so, Sami takes full advantage to grab Ali by the throat and blatantly choke him, drawing massive booing from the crowd.

Phillips: Sami Zayn is just shamelessly strangling his opponent in a clear display of poor sportsmanship here.

Corey Graves: He's doing what it takes to win, Phillips. As a former champion, I understand that. You're a nobody. Your opinion is invalid.

Zayn releases the chokehold just a moment before the referee turns back around and flops on his back, holding his head as though he were still recovering from the DDT. Ali, meanwhile, is holding his throat and trying to catch his breath. As the official moves to check on Ali, Zayn performatively labors back to his own two feet, then pulls Ali up and sends him into the Duo's corner before charging in and connecting with the second Helluva Kick of the night! Zayn tags in Becky and steps out onto the apron as she enters the ring, pulls Ali out of the corner and rolls him through into the Disarmer! The fans are booing loudly as Lynch pulls back hard on the joint and Ali screams in agony, clenching his teeth and his fist in a momentary refusal to tap before pounding the canvas.

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners, by submission:
Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn,

THE DYNAMIC DUO!



Phillips: An absolutely shameful performance by the former World Tag Team Champions here tonight has helped them to steal the win over Rey Mysterio's Heroes in Training.

Graves: Like I said Phillips, your opinion is irrelevant. The Dynamic Duo think like the champions they are and that's why the got another win here tonight.

Ranallo: Well, they may be the winners in the books, but the fans don't seem to agree with the outcome.

The booing is loud as the Dynamic Duo celebrate their win while Ricochet and Ali regroup on the outside, looking agitated at their loss. The feed moves along.


We are backstage when all of a sudden we see Rey Mysterio sitting with Alicia Atout.



Alicia Atout: Ladies and gentlemen it is with great honor and privelage that I introduce to you the number 1 hero here in the UWF the hall of famer Rey Mysterio. Rey how's it going?

Rey Mysterio: Good, good how about yourself?

Alicia Atout: I am doing well. So now Rey I have a question where have you been? Since bringing in the heroes in training you have been quiet. What's been going on?

Rey Mysterio: Well Alicia the heroes in training are just that heroes in training. I needed to focus on them and make sure they were comfortable. I know tonight they have a huge match and they look to extend their winning streak to two which I want them to do. I want them to win and help me out. Because Alicia I brought those two in wih the idea that they would be able to help alleiviate the pressure that was on me for such a long time. A long time I have been the only man to spread my message and help me with it. With the Cartel I had that. I had men who were willing to help me fight injustice. These two men still have a lot to learn but I till believe in them. 

Alicia Atout: Why Ali and Ricochet? Why not some of your old firends?

Rey Mysterio: Why them? Well I wanted fresh blood. Don't get me wrong I love Mistico, and Homicide but those two men have had their opportunities. Mustafa Ali, and Ricochet are men that haven't had a fair shake here. Always coming and going. I want them to have a meaning and purpose. I am tired of seeing talented men go to waste and not see them flourish into the stars they can be. So I chose them because I believe in them.

Alicia Atout: Well that's awesome, and last week you picked up a big win over Killer Kross. Who happens to be the Television champion. Tell me is that something your aiming after?

Rey smirks and he speaks

Rey Mysterio: Alicia a belts a belt. I see a belt no matter where it stands on the card and I see it having power. Look Mr. Kross I beat him and that is something I am always going to have in my back pocket. I am not against the TV title. I was interested in the belt just for the sake of having some power, but if you were to ask me would I want that or the UWF championship I think we all know the answer to that. I want something that will help me get the attention of certain individuals, and the fans. I want something where villains want to fight me. Villains will always cower and run from a hero but if a hero has something of interest they might chase after that hero. That's why I want to say Mr. Kross I look forward until we meet again but right now that isn't my main focus. My main focus is... Hello can I help you?

The camera pans and the fans burst into cheers as they see none other than Orange Cassidy.



Rey Mysterio: Ey loco you mind leaving? This is a close set for heroes only. What are you doing here?

Orange walks up and he is looking around and he looks at Rey Mysterio. Orange just stares at Rey

Rey Mysterio: What do you want?

Orange Cassidy goes and he gives Rey a thumbs up leading to the fans delight. OC goes and he walks away from the shot and Rey looks angry Alicia asks a follow up.

Alicia Atout: Rey are you okay?

Rey Mysterio: This interview is over Alicia.

Rey walks away clearly upset.



DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



As the Marilyn Manson banger "The Fight Song" hits the arena PA, the fans settle into an awkward silence, waiting to see whom this theme heralds. They take to their feet and boo loudly as the former UWF Prime Time Champion, Drew Galloway, emerges from the back in his signature cape, marching slowly toward the top of the ramp with his head hanging and face obscured by his dark hair. Behind him emerges a man less familiar to UWF audiences in the form of the Bruiserweight, Pete Dunne. The younger wrestler steps up alongside his taller compatriot and lifts a fist to his jaw as Galloway throws his hair back in a roar, then the two look at each other and nod before heading down to the ring.

Tony Chimel: And introducing, at a combined weight of 470 pounds, the team of the "Scottish Psychopath" Drew Galloway and the "Bruiserweight" Pete Dunne!



The booing grows louder as Dunne glares with disdain at fans seeking high fives while he walks past their outstretched hands. Galloway's focus is locked totally on the ring. As the pair ascend the ring steps, they move along the apron perpendicular to one another before scraping their boots on it and stepping in. Galloway eyes the fans with an intense and angry expression as they boo, while Dunne mean-mugs the referee as he awaits the contest.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents...



SWEET N' SOUR INC.

"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The fans get to their feet to welcome Revolution's most affable rogues, misfits and scoundrels. Larry Sweeney, Kyle O'Reilly and the Slumlord Asuka strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.

Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen,... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... accompanied by the UWF Transatlantic Champion Asuka... they are the UWF World Tag Team Champions, Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!

The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Asuka follows them in, scanning the arena with an unknowable danger in her aura. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front holding up their insulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, while Sweet ‘n Sour are discussing who is going to start the match, Galloway charges, looking to start things the way he did against The Dudleyz last week but Kyle and Larry take him to the mat with a Double Spear. As both men get up, Kyle heads over to the corner and steps through the ropes to stand on the apron as Larry stands ready as Galloway sits up angrily, then stands, holding his ribs with one hand for a moment before raising both hands and balling them into fists. Sweeney takes a similar stance as the two men begin to circle one another, Drew being the first to break away as he leads with his shoulder and charges, taking Sweeney off his feet and into one of the neutral corners as he starts backing away and then thrusting his shoulder into the ribs of his opponent repeatedly.

After giving Sweeney’s ribs a warm-up, Galloway backs away as Larry takes a few small steps out of the corner, holding his ribs all the way, as Drew bends down and grabs him, hoisting Larry onto his shoulders with a Torture Rack as, “Mr. 12 Large” is heard crying out in pain. After a moment, Drew throws Larry forward off his shoulders into a knee to the ribs that knocks him to his feet as Drew nearly takes his head off with a Lariat. Sweeney lies there looking dizzy, still wincing in pain, as Galloway leans down and grabs him by the collarbone with both hands and hoists him up, turning and throwing him like a bag of trash back into the neutral corner. Larry hits back first as Drew comes charging but Sweeney hits the mat and rolls to avoid it as Drew hits the turnbuckle and comes staggering out. As he does, Larry comes up from the mat and spins him around, Drew taking a wide swing but Larry avoiding it and managing to get him up to plant him with the Triple Champ Spinebuster!

Sweeney holds his beaten ribs and visibly shows what hitting that Spinebuster took out of him as he then shakes it off and connects with a Diving Fist Drop to Drew’s face. Larry gets up, breaking out into his infamous cackle, as he starts verbally taunting Drew and motioning for him to get up. Galloway obliges, shocking Sweeney with a kip-up, as he hits the “Triple Champ” with a Glasgow Kiss, knocking him to a seated position. Larry puts his hand to his nose and pulls it away, looking at it for blood but finds he’s alright as he starts climbing to his feet but Drew hits him with another Glasgow Kiss, grabbing Larry as he falls back and pulling him into a Bearhug, ragdolling his opponent as much as possible.

Tom Phillips: Drew Galloway is an absolute monster.

Mauro Ranallo: Sweeney is getting manhandled in a way we haven’t seen before.

Corey Graves: I don’t get what the two of you are bellyaching about, I’m loving this!

After an uncomfortable amount of time, Drew slings Larry to the side and lets go, Larry managing to hit the ropes. As he comes off of them, Drew goes for a Big Boot but Sweeney dives at his other leg to avoid it and connects with a Chop Block, sending the big man to the mat but he puts his hands out to catch himself. Larry steps up onto the back of Galloway now quickly and jumps, falling to the side as he connects with the point of his elbow to the top of Galloway’s head. Drew is lying flat now as Sweeney keeps punching downward into the back of his head. Drew begins to push upward with his arms now, as Sweeney kicks him in the side of the face, causing Drew to turn through the air and land on his back.

Sweeney raises his arms above his head now and connects with a Falling Double Axe Handle to the chest. Larry gets to his knees now, crouched beside the big man as he continuously rakes the eyes with one hand and starts choking him with the other. Drew manages to get his leg up and kick Sweeney in the back of the head with the toes of his boot, causing Larry to relent as Drew seizes the throat of his opponent with both of his hands, getting up and moving forward as he backs Larry to the mat until the two of them have practically switched places. Sweeney is turning practically the pink associated with Sweet ‘n Sour before it darkens you a beet red as he’s furiously kicking the mat with both legs, trying to remain conscious but Drew plants a knee down into his abdomen, limiting the available air supply even more.

Sweeney seems to fade as he stops kicking and his head cocks to the side as his eyes close. Drew removes his knee and releases his hold on the throat, standing up and looking down at Sweeney, shaking his head. As Galloway seems to ponder what he’s going to do next, suddenly someone leaps onto his back and applies a Sleeper Hold with a Body Scissors. It’s Asuka, squeezing with all her might but Drew is able to reach back with his arms and pry hers away, grabbing her head and reversing things into a Backpack Stunner. Galloway goes after her after this as the official gets between them, Galloway voicing his displeasure when suddenly, Asuka sits up and sprays her Green Mist but Drew pulls the referee into the line of fire and he gets sprayed!

Tom Phillips: What a coward!

Mauro Ranallo: I’ve got a feeling this match is about to get a lot more brutal.

Corey Graves: What an idiot Asuka is! First stupidly getting involved and THEN spraying the mist when the referee’s that close to her? She just closed Sweet ‘n Sour’s casket!

As Asuka looks in disbelief at what she did, Dunne enters the ring and hoists her up onto his shoulders in a seated position. The crowd gasps as they know what’s coming next as Galloway ascends the top turnbuckle. As Drew licks his lips, suddenly Kyle enters the ring behind Dunne and kicks him directly in the groin as he falls to his knees, Asuka climbing off of his shoulders. Galloway steps down and points at Kyle, ”Big mastaeke.” he’s heard saying as he lowers his arm but Asuka charges him before he can do anything to Kyle. Drew backhands her to the mat and this sends Kyle into a rage as he delivers a Crane Kick to the big man to knock him into the corner and starts unloading with straight punches to the gut, alternating arms quickly.

Dunne sits up, still holding his groin, and Kyle seems to sense it as he turns from Drew and charges Pete, connecting with the Orange Slice before turning and running back towards Drew but Drew is coming at him with a Claymore. Just when it seems O’Reilly is about to eat it, Sweeney pushes him out of the way and takes the hit instead. Kyle is incensed now at the sight of both of his friends mowed down by the Scotsman as he exits the ring and retrieves something from under it, re-entering just as quickly as he exited.

Tom Phillips: Is that the baseball bat from his Halloween costume last week?

Kyle raises it above his head and swings downward, hitting Galloway in the top of the skull as he falls to one knee.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia what a hit!

Kyle raises it and beams him over the head again and again, the big man going to both knees and then with his elbows and forehead to the mat as well as he’s doing his best to cover up.

Corey Graves: This is heinous! Send down another referee to take that twerp’s bat away!

Dunne is to his feet while the fracas is going on and O’Reilly doesn’t see him. As Kyle winds up for another bat strike, Dunne spits his mouthpiece at him, striking him in the eye. Kyle instinctively clutches his eye but uses the wrong hand as he drops the bat and Pete grabs it. He pivots to a side stance and starts twirling it but as he swings, this time Asuka leaps in the way and takes the hit, O’Reilly seeing this out of the corner of his eye. He turns to face Pete and does a Karate Chop through the bat before hitting Pete with a Roundhouse Kick, knocking him to the mat.

Kyle returns his focus to Galloway, who’s standing there angrily, blood running down his forehead and face. Kyle goes to kick him in the groin but Drew grabs his leg and pulls him in, locking his arm around the leg and grabbing Kyle, hoisting him up and over his head and planting him with a Tazzplex! Kyle rolls out of the ring after hitting the mat as the referee has gotten the mist from his eyes and has come to. Dunne exits the ring as well as Kyle makes sure Asuka gets out of it safely. Sweeney is up to his feet as he and Galloway begin to circle each other again, Larry holding his ribs and Drew holding his head as he’s still donning the crimson mask from the bat shots.

Drew charges Sweeney and somehow, Larry reverses into a Snap Side Slam, dropping the big man on his head. He looks spent from the feat of strength and is now favoring the ribs even more as he heads over to the Sweet ‘n Sour corner and tags in Kyle as the two men switch places. As Kyle enters the ring, Drew is up to his knees burying his face in his hands from the pain in his head so he doesn’t know the tag has been made. O’Reilly takes advantage of this as he connects with the Orange Slice!

Tom Phillips: And we may be seeing the beginning of Galloway at Kyle’s mercy.

Mauro Ranallo: With all due respect, that would certainly be an unexpected turn of events with the size difference and the way Galloway’s dominated thus far.

Corey Graves: You foolish fools always cheering for the hapless heroes. When are you going to learn better?

Galloway lies there on the mat holding his head still as Kyle takes the mount and starts prying at Drew’s fingers. As he manages to pull his hands away and open his face to attack, Drew connects with a Glasgow Kiss as O’Reilly falls to the side and Galloway is able to make the tag to Pete Dunne as the two men trade places. The “Bruiserweight” is raring to go as the, “Diabetic Dragon” rises to his feet and the two have a staredown. Dunne charges him and goes for an Elbow Smash but Kyle counters into a Drop Toe Hold and then applies a Single Leg Boston Crab. Dunne isn’t in the hold long though as he pushes up with his hands and kicks backward with his free leg, breaking things up.

As Kyle staggers back, Dunne pops to his feet and turns around, leaping at Kyle and performing a Monkey Flip, O’Reilly managing to land on his feet but Pete locks his arms around Kyle’s waist and connects with a German Suplex, dumping Kyle on his head and folding him up like a lawn chair as Dunne bridges into the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!

O’Reilly kicks out and finds himself on his knees and elbows as Dunne lets him go and creates some distance between them. Kyle goes for an Uppercut but Dunne catches his wrist and starts to manipulate the joints of Kyle’s fingers. O’Reilly cries out in pain from this but manages to land an underhanded punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Dunne and forcing him to let go. Kyle hooks the head now and lifts Pete, turning and planting him with a Falcon Arrow. O’Reilly grabs the legs and folds him up, going for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!

Dunne manages to kick out as Kyle creates some distance, but it’s quickly closed as the, “Bruiserweight” connects with a Knife Edge Chop. Kyle fires back, connecting with a Knife Edge Chop of his own as Dunne returns the offense with an Elbow Smash! As Kyle falls, Pete ducks his head between his opponent’s legs and hoists him up into Electric Chair Drop position.

Tom Phillips: Oh no.

Mauro Ranallo: Kyle may be about to go for an uncomfortable ride.

Corey Graves: And his little buddies are too beat up to save him! This is great!

Galloway ascends the top turnbuckle but as he gets ready to leap, he’s pushed off as he accidentally knocks Dunne over, Kyle able to leap and land on the mat. It’s seen that Bubba is the one that pushed Galloway as Drew gets up and goes after him while Kyle picks up Dunne and connects with the Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon before going for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.!

Kyle and Larry celebrate the win before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp. The camera gets a shot of Dunne sitting up looking angry as Revolution continues.


In the midst of an action packed show, all of a sudden, Chris Jericho appears on the big screen, and addresses the crowd.






CHRIS JERICHO


Well here we are again! Ladies and Gentlemen Jericholution is in full swing, and tonight you are in for a magnificent treat. Tonight you get to witness phase one of the Jericho Takeover. Tonight you get to see a clash of titans as I go one on one with the Phenomenally ordinary AJ Styles. Hey I wonder just what in the wide world of sports AJ stands for? Let's see there could be....Albert James! No that sounds terrible, which on the other hand would be a great reason to dumb it down to AJ. Hmm...Adam Joseph? Nah that sounds way to cool for him...Ah hah! Absolute Jerkface! Yes!! Oh my that is such a weight off my shoulders I gotta tell ya. You see here's the thing AJ...you and I? We were cool people I mean we had a mutual respect. We were like Peanut Butter and Jelly, like apples and oranges, you could have been the ying to my yang. Then a little bird told they overheard you talking, and by little bird I mean the one, the only, CAMERA GUY SAL! Anywhoooo, he told me that he overheard youuuuuu, saying some rather unkind things about me, and that? That's just not cool.


You know for someone who has been around the block as much as I have...well actually nobody has been around the block like my old friend Stephanie...you would think you would know better. I'm by far the least serious guy in the world but I need you to know something AJ. So go ahead, take a seat, remove those stupid gloves, and take your obnoxious hood off your head...it will mess your hair up anyways, and listen to me. In the land of wrestling, you are but a wee little Jack, and I am the giant at the top of the beanstalk. You know what I always wondered? How the hell in the stories Jack is at the bottom of the stalk one minute, and then as soon as you turn the page, BAM he's at the top. I mean how does that even happen? The point is junior, that you are but a junior in my eyes, a buster if you will. Just because you have been doing this for a hot minute doesn't make you much of anything because I too have been doing this for a little bit. 


Tonight AJ, begins your downward spiral. That glorious piece of gold you are holding close to your chest right now? Well it will look fantastic on me. It starts with me beating you in a little ole non-title match tonight, and then the next thing you know, we will have another date with one another, this time fighting for the girl we both want. I hope you don't mind, I have named her Maria. AJ Styles, I will be coming for you and eventually that Intercontinental Title, and when all is said and done, and the dust has settled, and the war is over, I will be standing over you as your new champion, and you will never EEEVER.....be the champion again!


The scene opens in a dark room. Nothing but Killer Kross is stood with his Television Championship around his waist.



Killer Kross: A bird must swoop down before it is to fly high again. I promise you, UWF Universe. I will bring it again. I messed up. I wasn’t on my game but with the power and the belief that I now have.. It’s time to get real. I fought hard to earn this title. I came in and I ended careers to get this. Curtis Axel hasn’t been seen since I finished him off.. Though, I admit that I have no excuse for what happened against Rey Mysterio. I wasn’t on my game. But I promise all of you, I promise Rey, I promise the whole UWF roster that this will never be the case again! I challenge anyone. I’ll take on anyone and when all is said and done.. I may have to give the rest of the UWF champions.. a piece of Killer Kross. Mysterio caught me off guard, and I will not let that happen again. Before, I leave you.. A little poem.

Kross pulls a piece of paper out of his inside jacket pocket and begins to read.

Killer Kross:
A walking, living, legend,
A man to not be messed with,
Don’t cross Kross,
He is a man that can’t be bested,
Rey Mysterio was a lucky one,
He caught me off guard,
But never again will that be the case,
You will all be dealt your card,
I will deal your hands out,
Don’t worry, don’t be afraid,
I’ll make sure I end it quickly,
Your debt to me will be paid,
Men may not get all they pay for,
but they must certainly pay for all they get,
Killer Kross will rise from the ashes,
Killer Kross will rise from the dead,
You will all gloom upon doomsday,
I will grin as I cut you deep,
The Fiend is not your nightmare,
Killer Kross is why you can’t sleep.

Killer Kross glares into the camera, holding his TV title above his head.

Killer Kross: You won’t catch me off guard again. I promise that. Whoever wants to come for me next... I’d be lying if I said you weren’t making a mistake. Don’t cross Kross.

A harrowing message from Kross as the show continues..





As the beloved theme, “Wreck” by Jim Johnston begins to play, the Revolution faithful are on their feet with cheers and other showings of their excitement. It isn’t long before the Commissioner himself, Mick Foley, heads down the ramp to the ring. He’s holding a microphone and looking all business as his music fades out and he raises his microphone to his mouth.



Mick Foley: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we officially address what happened at the conclusion of the UWF Tag Team Championship Ironman match between the teams of Sweet ‘n Sour Inc. and The Dynamic Duo. Even though I made that stipulation to guarantee a winner, my plan was not foolproof and the match concluded in a draw. Now normally, a draw would mean Sweet ‘n Sour retain and face fresh competition but the way I see it, that’s a disappointing finale to an indifference like theirs. But before I make my decision on what happens next, I’m going to ask both teams to come out here and speak their peace on the matter.




SWEET N' SOUR INC.

"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The fans get to their feet to welcome 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, all of their titles (that's the UWF World Tag Team Championships as well as the UWF Transatlantic Championship) held high and proud.

The walk to the ring comes off like a victory lap, with Sweet n' Sour Inc. high-fiving and hand-shaking the front row fans, faces smiling, not a proverbial cloud in sight. The trifecta climbs the steps one at a time before coming through the ropes, and once in the ring, they wave to the people like Bono or a President heading on to a plane. The always affable Mick Foley simply offers up a polite smile while the whole to-do plays out. Eventually, the music fades. The Pink Team showed up prepared, microphones at the ready, and of course, it's Larry who takes the stage first to offer up some thoughts.

Sweeney: Aha! Lovely to be back here in... what city was it again Mick?

Foley: That'd be Atlanta.

The fans pop big for the name drop of their home town. Larry keeps rolling.



Sweeney: Beautiful Atlanta, Georgia! Hahaha! Ain't no place like it! Now me, I come from a little ol' place up north and to the left called Chicago. And wouldn't you know it, not so long ago there was a band came out of there, who, appropriately took their name after it. These boys hand a song - a great number - and well I couldn't hum the tune back to ya, I believe it went somethin' like this...

"Does anybody really now what time is? Does anybody really care about time?"

Asuke shrugs. Kyle shakes his head "no".

Sweeney: Ha! Ain't that just the truth. Time. What is it? Where does it come from and where does it go?

KO'R: There's no time but the present.

Asuka: "But"?

KO'R: Yeah.

Sweeney: Exactly. Time... psh... it's fleeting! It's just clocks and numbers, deadlines and dates and who needs that kinda stress? Hmmm? So when a timer gets tagged on to a professional wrestling contest - a championship title bout, no less - well, sheesh, ya can understand why things get a little frazzled and haywire. It just messes up the mojo!

You put us in the ring with the Dynamic Duo for sixty minutes and we came out even. There's no denying that after on hour had passed, that was the result. Except that's not an entirely true, accurate or fair analysis of the match, is it? I think if you added up all the minutes and seconds we were ahead on the scoreboards, you'd find that we dominated! And if you had just tacked on a few more moments, we woulda ran away with that puppy! An hour? That's arbitrary, Mick. It's nothing. Nonsense. There's 24 of 'em in a day and those sneaky buggers in the Dynamic Duo are always gonna find their openings to try and get ahead with some short cut or another. But broken down, pound for pound, instant by instant and as far as averages are concerned, more often than not, Sweet n' Sour Inc. is gonna be the better team and everyone knows it.

It's like that saying goes, "even a broken clock is right twice a day". It's that kinda dumb luck that got Dynamic Duo all the space they needed to plant this seed of doubt... this... this idea that they're just as good as us. It's just categorically untrue. And with this division stacking up with all sorts of new talent, I'd say it's the best interest of everyone is we never, ever, had to def -

Kyle fills in what he assumes will be the blank. The shocked look on Larry's face suggests he might have gotten it wrong.

KO'R: -fend our titles in an Iron Man match again. Any match that can end in a tie sucks. You want definitive? How about a Last Heart Beating match? That was final.

Sweeney: Come again?

KO'R: Or whatever. I dunno. Something. Anything. Just not a tie. The last thing we need is those ginger loser freakwads running around with another excuse. I wanna settle this once and for all. Sweet n' Sour Incorporated versus the Dynamic Duo. Whoever wins gets the titles. Whoever loses can never challenge the winner again. BOOM. Plain and simple. Cut and dry. Easy peasy... lemon... squeasy...

Larry's still ghostly pale after hearing the suggesting for the Last Heart Beating match, but the roar of the crowd backing Kyle's enthusiasm sways Mr. 12 Large to get behind his partner as well, if a little reluctantly.

Sweeney: Ahaha... yeah... uh... yeah! Yeah! What he said!



The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as the RIGHTFUL World Tag Team Champions come dancing out. They appear to be in a good enough mood but they don't sarcastically dance as hard. One look at Asuka gives Becky a scowl on her face. They walk down the ramp and slide into the ring, grabbing a microphone that's been placed for them.



Sami Zayn: Sorry for being fashionably late. We're actually right on time but in pure bury the Dynamic Duo fashion, it appears you guys wanted to start early and give Sweet N' Sour some live TV time.

Becky Lynch: As if anyone hasn't heard enough from that big mouth back when he was the fake champion.

Sami Zayn: Oh you mean like right now? Look lets not get things mixed up. We don't like the ironman match as much as you guys. Hell probably even more. This isn't the first time a clock ran out just as we were about to win. I wouldn't be surprised if they shaved off a few seconds after that illegitimate pin that brought you back into the match.

Becky Lynch: We had you chumps right where we wanted. If it wasn't for that senorita right there, you'd be just another name in the history books of foes the Dynamic Duo has vanquished. We thought the Ironman match would be the be all end all of it but leave it to Larry Sweeney to always have someone watchin' his back. I'd agree with Kyle and suggest a Last Heart Beatin' match but it proved not to be enough to shut up Larry forever so I'll throw that match out of the runnin'. Maybe if we have Asuka replace Sweeney so I can beat the ever livin' crap outta here and we like, hang Larry up in a shark cage or sumthin'.

Sami Zayn: Ehh, do we really want Larry talking nonstop above our heads?

Becky Lynch: Good point.

Sami Zayn: Oh but I'm sure our great and glorious leader of the tag team division has another great plan!

Sami rolls his eyes so hard that he almost throws off the circumference of the earth.

Sami Zayn: Please tell me Mick, that no matter what you choose to do about this situation. You don't just leave like last time. The outcome of this match is the biggest decision of your career. I know you're used to free falling but I won't let this division crash and burn like you did when you got thrown off that cell.

Sami and Becky begin to snicker like school children.

Sami Zayn: Or we could just forgo all this and you can just rightfully hand over those World Tag Team Championships to us.

Foley shakes his head.

Mick Foley: Well I’m certainly not going to do that and I don’t award you any points for trying to get me to. Now as I said I was going to do, I gave you both the floor and now, as promised, I’m going to make a decision. Coming up is Slammiversary, an event celebrating ten years of the UWF, and I can’t think of a better place for this type of match-up than on that very night. And this time, there will be a winner. And the loser? Well I like what Sweet ‘n Sour suggested except instead of the losers never challenging the winners again, the losing team will never challenge for the titles again!

The crowd reacts as both teams look like they have mixed feelings about it.

And since you brought it up, Sami, it’s going to be inside the Hell In A Cell!

With the stakes raised again, everyone responds once more but Mick doesn’t appear to be finished.

As for the road there, it’s going to be very interesting because next week, it’s Pick Your Poison!

Foley’s music hits as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp, a big smile on his face.





We enter the Firefly Funhouse to a shot of just the door where we would normally find Bray Wyatt, The camera looks around as if it were your Point of View looking around for anyone when you hear "Hey man!" come from off screen and the camera moves over to find Ramblin' Rabbit.



Ramblin' Rabbit: Yo whatup dudes, I'm here to totally welcome yall into the Firefly Funhouse bros! uhh i know Bray usually host the program but we don't know what's being goin on with him lately, he's just been laying on the ground here since last week.

Mercy The Buzzard: Will you shut your mouth for once, Don't you realize what's going on?

Ramblin' Rabbit: What're ya talkin' about man, nothing has been goin on, he's just down there doing nothin and I don't know what we're gonna do if he doesn't

Abby The Witch: That's you're problem you loud mouthed miscreant, you never shut up so you never hear what's happening around you cause all you can hear is your own rambling. I bet you haven't even been paying attention to all the clips of-

Mercy The Buzzard: Abby, we promised we wouldn't spoil that. Now you stupid Rabbit, if you don't want to end up eaten I suggest you Stay quiet and listen closely.

Ramblin' Rabbit turns his head to one side and then to the other backed with cartoon swinging sound effects. After a few seconds, the sound of a voice speaking in garbled English in hushed whispered tones is heard. Ramblin reacts to suddenly hearing the voice, after a few seconds of trying to listen to the tongue speak before a cartoon lightbulb appears over his head. There's a Transition wipe and suddenly Ramblin' Rabbit is behind his DJ set up.



He begins tapping at the keyboard like he is doing something to record and then edit the voice. And it slowly begins to play forward and you can understand the voice.

Bray Wyatt: ̷̡͝d̷̥͠n̸̩͂ḯ̷͇m̵̨͠ ̶̝͛f̶͈̌ơ̶͔ ̴͎͌e̵̥̾t̶̻̀a̸̖̒t̴̮̒s̸̘͠ ̵̦́ļ̷͒u̷̙͒f̴̞̕ș̶̕s̶̈́͜î̷̦l̶̳͛b̶̝̍ ̷͉͝ǎ̸̠ ̶͕̾õ̵̤t̸̹̅ṋ̶͠í̸̞ ̶̛̣ġ̷̨n̴͍̿ĩ̷̥p̴̭̕p̴̥̆å̸̜t̶̝͆ ̸̧͌ḟ̷̳ó̶̹ ̷̬́ë̵̢́l̶̠̊b̵̫̀a̶͓̍p̸̤̊à̷̻c̷͙̊ ̷̛̮ĕ̴̤r̸̀ͅa̵̘̒ ̸̛̖u̴̞͑o̸̰̕ỷ̵͙ ̷̭͑ţ̷̈a̵̻͛h̶̩͌t̵͇͆ ̴̥̒s̶͈̓n̷̦͗a̶̮͘e̵͕̋m̷͓͊ ̸̡͘t̶̝͂I̶̛̗ ̶̱͗.̷̼̃l̸̳͌u̴͍̇f̴͎͛s̷̎ͅs̶̲̃ĩ̶͔l̴̯͝b̸͈̈ ̵̢͠s̵̹͌ẙ̶͖â̶̩w̴̟̅l̷͎͑å̷̩ ̵̬̚s̵̊͜į̶͠ ̷̦͠ẹ̴̅f̴̤̂i̶̯̒l̸͔͝ ̸̟̉r̴̗̄u̵̙̅ö̷̬́ý̶̪ ̶̭̄ṭ̴͑ả̴̳h̴̨͑t̴͔͗ ̵͎̓n̴̫̅a̸̼̐e̸͇̒m̴̥͝ ̶̻̊t̷̜̀o̶͉͝n̶̡̉ ̸̡̿s̷͕̈́e̴̮͑ő̷ͅd̶͇̓ ̶̞̈́ē̶͔ć̴̯a̶͙͠ę̷̈́p̶̥̈ ̸̺́e̷͖͋c̴͕̒n̴͈̋e̸͉͒i̷͙̚r̴̡̕e̶̜̓p̵͓̈́x̵̞̉é̷͍ ̵͍̽ò̵̘T̵̫́--amidst the normal chaos of a hectic life.

As the voice clears, static covers the screen and the image changes.



That is why people like Shibata can never be at peace, people like Shibata will only spin in their little wheel unaware of the world that exist around him. He will make up wonderous worlds for himself but he will choose those worlds and believe them to be fact, and refuse to open his eyes towards any other way of living. The great Grand King of the Monsters! hahah Well he aint ever seen the monsters I hang with man, and if he thinks targeting us was the right choice in his great return, Imma show him different, imma make sure that he learns that his fantasy world don't have room in reality. Because as great as he may think himself to be, he and everyone else will learn what a king is to an Eater of WORLDS! As hard as you wanna hit me man, as MANY times ya wanna knock me down...ole Bray Wyatt always...Always G̴̣̱̣͂͘e̵̛͍̾͒t̸̥̩͈̂ ̶͈̝̭̽̽͝ü̷̝͊p̶̈́͗̑ͅG̶̣̬͝ę̷͔̫̿̐̚ț̶̳̲̏͛ ̷̥̬̱̓͂͐U̷͋̐̏ͅP̴͖̦̃͒P̴̹͙̌̆̃͋̌U̸̯̲̟̲̻͐̒́́ ̷̙̼͙͉͌̏ͅT̸̢̜̼͘ͅḚ̶̠̞͖̒̈́͘̚ͅĜ̵̠̜̺̥́̏͝

Suddenly the static takes over the screen again and we are back in the Funhouse, Ramblin Rabbits Keyboard starts to spark and smoke and he ducks down off screen. The camera goes to Bray Wyatt laying on his back on the floor, when suddenly Bray pops himself up backwards.



Bray Wyatt: Ain't it funny Shibata? You came back and wanted to turn the whole company on it's head, but even when you turn my whole world upside down I can still adapt to it, because no matter how you turn it, I've got the whole world in my hands.

There's a screen wipe and now Wyatt is standing up with a big smile on his face.

Well howdy there all my little fireflies, sorry for the "Technical difficulties" but it's a full time job keeping the Funhouse up and running, and sometimes in order to keep everything to coming loose...I gotta take a little rest and make sure all the doors are and windows are in working order. I'm so happy ya'll could be here so I could assure you all that I'm doing mighty fine as some of you may have been wondering after what O-cured last week, just in case any of ya'll missed it last week I got to play with Suzuki and BOY Howdy was it fun. Suzuki was like, Boom Pow and Wham and then I was like Bang Bang and then-Well we need an actual visual so how about we go to the replay? Roll that beautiful Bean Footage!

We transition to what's supposed to be a replay last week but instead it's a playset as you see Bray smashing the figures against one another putting on an announcer voice.

Bray Wyatt: Bah Gawd! Suzuki is about to pick up that business and start beatin it like a government hiccup and walkin it like a scalded dog!

Now instead of the Announcer voice, Bray narrates over the visuals.

And just when we were Really Get-Ing-It-OOOON heh hehe...Well...



We return to Wyatt looking serious



Shibata returned, in the middle of me and my new friends good time and attacked me. And when the lights went away, and the darkness spread all I could do was let my mind wander. Wander in those few seconds to what was happening, to ask myself if the darkness had finally come to take over forever or if I had miscalculated my own amusement and let loose something I could not control. Only for the lights to return and see you standing there, and all I could think of when time slowed down and I saw your muscles twitch to begin your attack on me....The only thing running through my mind was (Bray gets a smile on his face) Uh-Oh, I'm in trouble, someones come along and he's burst my bubble, YEAH YEAH!

Bray starts to laugh doubling over holding his sides as he cackles.

Ahhhh Oh Shibata if you wanted to play with us... Alls you had to do was ask amigo. I mean Suzuki and you have a past, and then there's You and I...or at least another I. Heh heh. So I'd say the party was all set up to have you added, but ya chose to go ahead and be a big ole Party Pooper by interfering at the wrong time. And that sorta rough housing, well it's a big No no. You are always so Serious, it drives me BATTY how you never crack a smile or let go of all the pent up aggression inside of you and have some Fun. You won so many toys and yet you were one of those Boring old "Collectors" that doesn't take them outta the box and let the Toys be what they are...Toys. And since you so aggressively wanted to come into the middle of my play date, I think it's only fair I teach you how to Properly have fun. So whataya say Shibata? Are ya willing to prove that little nicky name of yours and...Let me In?

Bray extends an open hand to the camera, getting a questionable look on his face, before his fingers curl up and he swings his hand around and up so that he starts to wave.

BYYEEE See YA next time!




The crowd leaps to its feet as Fozzy's instant classic hit Judas explodes throughout the PA system. Chris Jericho casually walks out from the backstage area, smiling as he hears the crowd singing along with this music. He makes his way ringside, and grabs a microphone upon entering the ring. Jericho remains in the ring scanning the crowd as his music comes to an end and they are still singing.



The lights in the arena dim as the stage is shrouded in a dark blue smoke, the lights turning the same hue as a familiar theme begins to play.



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 and the Intercontinental Championship around his waist.

Tony Chimel: From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion, the “Phenomenal” A...J....STYLES!

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 shoots the same confident smile to the ramp as he gets ready for the match ahead.


VS


DING DING DING


Jericho casually walks out to the middle of the ring and opens his arms out, asking Styles if he wants bygones to be bygones. AJ walks over to him and thinks about it but he decides to level Jericho with a forearm instead. Jericho falls back on his ass and looks angry as all hell. He picks himself up and yells "That's how you want to play it huh!". He grabs AJ by the head and starts a good ol hockey fight much to the satisfaction of his dad. AJ aint no pushover though and he's giving just as good as he's getting. They appear to be at a stalemate but it's Jericho who goes low with a knee to the gut to break up the fight. He then whips Styles into the ropes and AJ comes back and ducks a clothesline attempt. Jericho turns back around just in time to see Styles springboard off the middle rope and connect with the Stylin' DDT! He makes the pin.



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Jericho kicks out! The Intercontinental Champion picks up Y2J and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Jericho starts to wiggle around and escapes beside Styles. He tries to shove him face first into the corner but AJ catches himself on the ropes. Jericho runs up behind him but eats a back elbow for his trouble. AJ then hops up to the top rope but Jericho comes forward again and pushes him off causing him to fall to the floor and hit the barricade with his face!


Mauro Ranallo: Jericho is proving just why he's always been a main figurehead of this company.

Corey Graves: Don't discredit AJ though, he's actually a more decorated champion in this company's past.

Tom Phillips: They were right in claiming that this is a PPV quality main event match but we're getting it on free TV!

Corey Graves: Don't be such a mark Tom.


Chris exits the ring and stays on the attack, putting the boots to AJ as he leans against the barricade. He then picks him up and drops him on the barricade with a back suplex! He's not done yet though, he picks up Styles and this time throws him into the steel steps. He's all smiles, enjoying his dismantling of the Intercontinental Champion. He picks him up once more but tosses him back into the ring. Styles tries to get up but Jericho slides into the ring and stalks him from behind. He gets ready to move in but Styles backflips and hits him i the head with the pele kick! Jericho is staggered and he stumbles backwards into the corner. AJ runs over and connects with a running forearm. He throws Jericho down to the mat and hops back up to the top turnbuckle. This time he has enough time to watch Jericho rise to his feet and when he does, Styles leaps off with a crossbody to take him down into the pin!



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Jericho kicks out! AJ immediately grabs Jericho's leg and handstands on it before driving his knee down onto it! Jericho cries out in pain as AJ stands up, placing a foot on Jericho's ankle and stomps down on his knee with the other foot! Chris rolls away and grabs at his knee but Styles is out for blood. He walks over and grabs his leg once more, pulling him away from the ropes. Jericho tries to kick him off but some inside kicks to the leg stop his fight. He then spins around the leg and puts him in a figure four leg lock!


Tom Phillips: Looks like AJ is trying to soften him up for the Calf Killer

Corey Graves: Soften him up? This figure four could end the match right here!


Jericho is screaming out, trying to reach out to the ropes but he's right smack dab in the middle of the ring. He's trying to turn over to reverse the pressure but Styles is keeping a pretty firm grasp on the hold. Jericho instead uses his upper body to drag the both of them closer to the ropes where he reaches out and makes the ref break the hold. Styles let's up, more than satisfied with the damage he's caused so far. Jericho is trying to stand up, using the ropes to help him up. Styles comes walking over but Jericho trips him up with a drop toe hold, Styles landing neck first on the middle rope! Y2J massages his knee a bit before limping over and placing his good leg over the back of Styles head and chokes him out of the middle rope! The ref gets on him for this and he backs away just before the count of 5.

Styles is coughing, trying to get air back through his passageway while Jericho continues to massage his knee. Styles stands up only to get clothesline over the ropes. He manages to hang on however and lands on the apron. Jericho sees this and runs to the corner, using the middle rope as a springboard to turn in mid air to hit the dropkick to knock him off the apron but his knee gives out instead and he ends up falling flat on his back! Styles uses this to his advantage and slingshots himself over the ropes to hit a corkscrew splash onto Jericho! He makes the pin.



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Jericho grabs the bottom rope!


Tom Phillips: Jericho was just too close to the ropes to end the match right there.

Mauro Ranallo: I'm not sure that was enough to put away Jericho anyways but when you're as good as AJ Styles, you never know what move could be the one to end it.


Styles grabs Jericho and pulls him to the center of the ring once more. It looks like he's going to go for another Figure Four but Jericho uses his other leg to push him as he spins around. Styles runs forward and hits the ropes, coming back with a knee to the face except Jericho drops down and catches his leg, tripping him up and rolls back to place him in the Walls of Jericho! Now it's Styles who's in trouble and so he reaches out for the ropes but Jericho squats down even more to sink it in deeper and pull Styles in. AJ realizes he can't make it to the ropes and so he starts to throw his hand back and club Jericho in his injured knee. This is enough to break the hold and Chris stumbles over to the ropes. AJ tries to get up right away but ends up falling to his knees, holding his back. Jericho comes up behind him and nails a one handed bulldog. With AJ prone in the middle of the ring, Jericho tries his best to run over to the ropes, springboarding of them with one leg and he hits the lionsault! He stays on him for the pin.



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Styles kicks out! Jericho grabs him by the hair and brings him back up to a vertical base. As he's bring propped up, He kicks Jericho on the outside of his injured leg, following up with some forearms and a spinning backfist before ending with a clothesline! Jericho lands so hard that he's ended up folded over and so Styles stands over him and grabs his legs, hoisting him up and trying to get him in position for the Styles Clash! He hooks one arm but Jericho is fighting off the other. Stylles opts to just drop Jericho and he jumps up and drives both feet right into the back of Y2J's! AJ looks fed up with Chris and so he exits the ring and waits on the apron. Jericho slowlly rises up and turns and so AJ springboards into the ring with the Phenomenal Forearm except Jericho spins around and nails him with the Judas Effect as he's coming down!


Mauro Ranallo: Judas Effect!

Tom Phillips: And that's light's out for AJ Styles!


AJ lands with a hard thud looking like he's seeing stars. Jericho quickly jumps on him and hooks both legs for a deep cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!




Tom Phillips: Y2J just beat the current Intercontinental Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: You have to think this puts him in line for a title match.

Corey Graves: I bet AJ will be none to happy about his first loss since his return. I smell revenge coming soon.




Shibata: The words have been echoing in my head. Three simple words that offer a blatant answer to all the questions you have for me... but you'll still probably ignore me. That's how this goes. You people will keep asking the same questions and I will keep giving the same answer.

Shibata's cold eyes peer into the camera as a presence in the form of two hooded men begin to surround him.

Shibata: Make everything right.

The camera then starts to pan out, revealing the presence.




Yusuke Kodama: Yes, the physical moral compass of these grounds. A weapon of morality. Wouldn't you agree?...

The mysterious Kodama looks to his left and the other man is revealed...




Ikemen: I don't know what that means.

Kodama: We went over this.

Ikemen: I don't remember

Kodama: sigh Shibata is in debt due to all the harm and destruction he caused, so we decided to direct that harm and destruction to the evils of this place. Evils that only a similar evil could topple. Such as the man they call Bray Wyatt. It seems as though he is undefeated, unstoppable, undestructible... but I sense his feelings, just as I had once sensed Shibata's. He knows there's only one thing that could possibly put an end to his terror, and that one thing is coming for him. Rest easy, Bray. For now we have other business to attend to.

The trio of men walk out of frame together.  It seems a new stable has arrived here in UWF, and they have a clear purpose.



The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a feed from backstage. Sweet n' Sour Inc. is shown heading down the hallway, decked out in full gear, warmed up and ready to rock their match against Galloway and Dunne. Brother, they're proper fired up. On their way to Gorilla, they run into - you guessed it - the company's best backstage correspondent, Renee Young!

Young: Hey, excuse me, Larry, Kyle, Asuka - could I just get a quick few words from you before your match tonight?

Larry stops in his tracks. Kyle bumps into him. Asuka doesn't. Mr. 12 Large checks his wrist for the time. Being that he's ring-ready, his watch is back in the locker room, and though he knows they're pressed for time, he can never say no to a microphone in his face.



Sweeney: Alright Young, ya got two minutes with Sweet n' Sour. Make 'em count!

Young: Thanks. Earlier tonight, the Tag Team Division Commissioner Mick Foley announced that you would be defending your UWF World Tag Team Championships at Slammiversary against the Dynamic Duo inside Hell in a Cell. On top of that

Sweeney: On top of that, the loser is done in this tag team division! Ha! Never to challenge for these belts again! Well I say good riddance, because we all know how this one shakes out, don't we? See, those two jabroni's have been running away from real competition at every turn. They've been waiting and lurking, trying to pick their spots and avoid any tough match-ups. They passed on the Scramble at Summerslam. They were dragged kicking and screaming into Bad Blood but now? Ahahahaha! Now there's nowhere left to run, and nowhere left to hide. This is it, mama! The big one, and more importantly, the last one. At the UWF's ten year birthday party, we finally get to put these sick puppies to rest and take our rightful place as the undisputed best tag team in the world today.

Young: Mr. Foley also announced a Pick Your Poison stipulation for next week's show. Have you figured out a plan for that yet?

Kyle leans in and squints like it makes him more mysterious or something.

KO'R: Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe maybe.

Sweeney: Let's just say we've put out some feelers and we're looking to celebrate the spirit of Slammiversay season with a little... whatchmacallit... a little blast from the past. Haha! Yeah, that's it! It'll be a real party! Ahahaha!

Renee just rolls her eyes before trying to get a last one in.

Young: Alright. One more before you. Tonight, for the first time ever, you'll face off against Drew Galloway and Pete Dunne -

KO'R: And we're gonna take their effing souls.

Kyle takes Renee's mic in hand and faces the camera like it's an 80's promo now, Larry behind one shoulder and Asuka behind the other.

KO'R: Listen up you goat suckers. This is the kinda fight I'm always training for. A fight against bullies. I hate bullies and you two? Textbook bullies. So I've been working double hard to make sure you stupid dummies go down hard. I haven't just been drinking one glass of water a day. I haven't just been drinking two glasses of water, either. Not even three or four. No, I have been suh-lamming my way through the recommended eight glasses, minimum.



Yeah, that's right. I'm an eight-cupper now. Legendary. Like Halo. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it, losers. Sweet n' Sour isn't just lame-o British indy scene tag team you can climb your way over to get another UWF contract. We're the mother friggin' champs and it's for a good reason. We win like... all the time. Against every one. It's real cool you think you're different or better or whatever, but I promise - and when I make promises I mean them - that we're beating you tonight. Then you'll get it. Just like everyone else.

Taking the mic from Kyle, Asuka steps forward with that UWF Transatlantic Championship held high.

Asuka: Don't be scared! Anytime! Any place! Little Pete Dunne and Asuka. To... the... DEATH!

She tosses the mic over her shoulder. Renee catches it cause those things are expensive and that's her responsibility. Sweet n' Sour Inc. heads over for their match and Revolution continues elsewehere.



Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!



Sanshiro Takagi and Ultramantis Black begin walking down to the ringside area as Ultramantis Black raises his staff at the sound of the screams Takagi raises his fists to match his clients motions. Ultramantis slithers into the ring and gets into a kneeling position.

Chimel:Coming down to the ring from The Black Tea Garden, The Great and Devious ULTRAMANTIS BLACK”!

Ultramantis Black kneels down in the center of the ring holding the staff chanting a mantra.




Ranallo: Team DDT has been on a roll lately. Black undoubtedly has his eyes set on recapturing the UWF Championship and a win over the returning former Champ would set up that opportunity perfectly.

Graves: It looks like our reigning Champion has some interest in the result of this match, too.


Following Corey's prompt, the camera's pan up to show Minoru Suzuki in a private skybox with El Desperado. The UWF Champion is glaring down at the squared circle.


Phillips: Suzuki and Shibata have a lot of history, and after what happened last week, it looks like there feud is as bitter and brutal as ever.

Graves: Minoru won that title off of Katsuyori Shibata by cashing in his Money in the Bank briefcase at Summerslam, and The Wrestler has been on the shelf ever since. I'd say they're just picking up where the left off.

Ranallo: And Team DDT could throw a wrench in everyone's plans - something they've made a habit of this past year. Black cannot be underestimated.


The Great and Devious One turns towards the ramp, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.



Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!

For the first time in about 3 months, the booming sounds of Shibata fill the atmosphere. Fans don't know how to react. They don't know what he's here for, why he's here or what he wants. The excitement however, is palpable. The best striker UWF has ever seen has returned and it might turn the whole company on it's head. The noise from the crowd grows louder as Shibata steps onto the entrance way, stoic.



He begins the walk down the ramp with that uncanny violent and soulless look in his eyes. He doesn't exude the same malicious attitude he once did though, instead he just feels intent. He pauses before the apron, and does something he hasn't done in forever. He bows before the ring, eliciting a positive reaction from the crowd and works his way up the steps before maneuvering his way into the ring.


[Ranallo: Very interesting...

Phillips: And unexpected.


The Official does the quick pat-down to make sure both men aren't packing any heat. Chimel bails and the bell is about to ring when another song hits the PA...



Ranallo: What the... that's Bray Wyatt's music!

Phillips: I don't like where this is going.

Sure enough, Bray Wyatt walks out on to the stage, smiling and waving at all the little Fireflies, clad in that comfy looking crimson sweater. Shibata and Black both turn to face him, their guards up. But Wyatt never makes the walk down the ramp. Instead, he sits at the head of the stage, legs crossed politely. He just keeps on grinning and greeting people, even as his music fades.


Graves: I think Bray Wyatt just wants to watch this match too. Like you said earlier, these are some high stakes. There's a lot riding on the result.

Ranallo: It would seem that with Suzuki up there in the skybox and Wyatt on the ramp, our main eventers this evening are caught between a rock and a hard place.


The Official looks uneasy about all the extra attention on the match, but elects to start things off anyway. Sanshio Takagi hops up on to the apron to offer his partner in Team DDT some last-mintue advice as the Ref calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


Takagi leaves UMB with some parting words, and the Great and Devious One simply nods before turning to commence to contest. But by then, it's too late! Shibata is all over him. Black takes a running Big Boot to the chin as he pivots, the force knocking him around and into the ropes. When he rebounds off, The Wrestler grabs him around the waist from behind and launches him head-over-heels with a German Suplex!

Black's shoulders slam hard into the canvas and the masked superstar rolls over, totally rattled from the impact. Shibata kip-ups behind him, clenches his fists and lets out a guttural roar.


Ranallo: Shibata comes out swinging!

Phillips: He said he wanted to prove he hadn't lost a step, and taking it to the always dangerous Ultramantis Black is the perfect way to send that message.


UMB is struggling to find his footing. Takagi hops up on to the apron to off some assistance, but one terrifying glare from Shibata scares him off. Katsuyori then hits the ropes and charges across the ring, finding Black just as the Team DDT member gets to his feet. A Lariat levels Ultramantis, turning him inside out. The Wrestler doesn't waste a moment in going for a cover...



1...



2...



Black gets a shoulder up at two. Shibata kneels up beside him, shutting his eyes and taking some deep, measured breaths as he centers himself. When he opens his eyes, there's a supreme focus there. His head turns and looks up the ramp, where Bray Wyatt is gleefully taking in to contest. Wyatt waves. Shibata ignores the gesture before looking up at Suzuki and Desperado in the skybox. Minrou's nostrils flare, unimpressed.


Graves: Shibata taking his time here when he should be capitalizing! He's too distracted by what's happening outside the ring.

Ranallo: On the contrary, Corey, I think The Wrestler has this match in the palm of his hand.

Phillips: He just wants to make sure Suzuki and Wyatt see what happens next.


Shibata stands, sprints towards the ropes and ricochets right back. Black sits up, desperately trying to recover, only to once again be flattened. Katsuyori annihilates the Great and Devious One with a Penalty Kick, his shin bone cracking against the torso with the force of lightning and cracking, thunderous volume to accompany it. Black goes down hard and Shibata drops to shoot the half.


Ranallo: That's all she wrote!



1...



Phillips: Huge win for Shibata!



2...



Graves: I can't believe it.



3...


DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
KATSUYORI SHIABTA!


Shibata stands and has his hand raised by the Official. The crowd is quiet - stunned by the scene. Takagi scurries under the ropes and rolls Ultramantis Black out, helping his client to the back. Up in the skybox, Suzuki whispers something to Desperado and then leaves without a second thought. He's seen what he came to see. Despy stays behind to survey the aftermath.


Ranallo: Whatever questions there were about how Shibata would fare in his return as answered definitively.

Phillips: Katsuyori Shibata and Ultramantis Black have traded wins in the past, but never have any of their encounters been this one-sided. I'm at a loss for words here.

Graves: Look out! Here comes Wyatt!


The crowd picks up as Bray Wyatt slides into the ring behind Shibata. The Wrestler turns just in time to see him there before Bray can make a move. He puts his hands up, ready for a fight, but to his surprise, Wyatt just outstretches his arms as is he were offering a hug. He laughs a bizarre kind of laugh. Katsuyori isn't sure what to make of any of it. And then the lights cut out.


Ranallo: Hey! What's going on? Security! We're going to need security out to the ring area stat!

Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen at home, we apologize. We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties but the back-up generators should activate very soon.

Graves: I don't think these are "technical difficulties."


Just as soon as they went off, the lights come back on. Shibata stands alone in the ring, dumbfounded. He wheels around, but Wyatt is nowhere in sight. The fans murmur among themselves, unsure of what's happening.

And then, a lone scream. A terrified woman clutches her child close and points up to the private skybox. Desperado is looking through the glass, trying to see what's happening, completely unaware that Wyatt is standing right behind him.


Ranallo: How did Wyatt get up there so fast?

Graves: There's no explaining the mind or actions of Bray Wyatt... but that doesn't mean we don't know what's about to happen up there.


Wyatt attacks El Desperado from behind and drags him out of sight. The crowd gasps and cranes their necks, trying to get a look, but all his hidden under the half wall below the viewing glass. Shibata stands in the ring, watching it all play out as well. It's a minute or two before something finally appears.



Bray Wyatt stands, slowly, howling with laughter. His arms are outstretched again, one empty and the other holding the blood-stained mask of El Desperado. On that uncanny, grizzly note, Revolution comes to a close.


END OF SHOW


Credits


Dynamic Duo vs HIT - Crann
ZSJ & Taichi vs Hounds of Justice, Ultramanits vs Shibata - Fauche
Spike vs Swoggle, Galloway & Dunne vs Sweet N' Sour - Dresden
Roode vs Cedric, Styles vs Jericho - Danny

[bodor]

Winter hit us hard, storms playing with my electricty and I don't know how long I'll have internet for so you know I'm using that as an excuse for a short reivew! also a tree got struck by lighting near my homtown and it's on fire now! cool shit

That Cedric and Warhorse angle is good shit, the content of the promos tells me we're looking at a match but I get a strong forming a tag team vibe from them as well, whatever it is I'm here for it.

Those Dangerous Tekkers folks will be big I promise ya.

The OC and Mysterio bit, good shit.

The booking of the tag titles, awesome shit, if I'm reading the card right each team will pick the other's competitors in this pick your poison bit and Danny and Faucher will use their former characters, me likey.

Jericho and Kross are aweomse

Wyatt promos are too damn good and long, who thought about letting this guy fight for my title? you're fired.

Kodma out here like

A new stable is lit, the tag division's looking real stack

Despy ded, will he be back to TT? Will he still be able to show his infinite love for Kyle? Tune in next week

Also, all matches were lit! Especially liked the Dangerous Tekkers one thx Fauche xoxo

[George]

I was gonna write this straight after it was posted but I looked at the clock and my reaction was “man’s gotta sleep”. It still kinda is but oh well it tends to be like that whenever I remember I should probably do one of these. Quite a few interesting developments I’d like to comment on, and heck. I also wasn’t on this show! Other than my promo of course, but heck, time to get into the swing of stuff because I’ve got a month off work, and hopefully school doesn’t swarm that other free time.

Looking forward to what’s coming with Faf, he came to me with an idea and I’m glad that we’re pushing it forward, hopefully in the end to benefit both of us as writers. Standing still and just raking it in would be pointless, and seeing how the divisions are lining up, I’m pretty optimistic about what’s to come. Also, that Roode guy really disappeared quick, huh?!

Interesting how Bodor is heating up this Taichi and Sabre team with these promos, putting a lot behind them and with the tag division becoming locked and loaded right up to the rafters, it’ll be interesting to see where they’ll end up sitting.

Hornswoggle squashing Spike Dudley has gotta be the most 2020 thing I’ve ever seen.

I think the tag division might as well be our main division these days. People like Fauche and Crann are completely knocking it out of the park with their sessions, I feel that things are only on the upward trajectory for it.

Kross out here reading us a poem like we’re some chick in a movie set in the 19th-century version of Say Anything. That boombox, who knows maybe he’s luring something in, but I wouldn’t know. Also, who’s his challenger now? I don’t even know who’s lined up for him. Presumably, it’d be Hornswoggle after he steamrolls him as he did to Spike.

I’m kinda shitting it this week but oh well it was either me or Faf taking the bullet this week so I guess I’m gonna have to put on the big boy boots to RULE THAT SPLIT LOOKIN’ ASS. Kevin’s calling out for gimmick infringement dawg. Fiend, you’re gonna get got, BOY.

Losing team will never challenge again is a real interesting stipulation because it has me questioning which side of the two of them will retire their teams. A wonderful feud between Fauche and Danny, it’s been one of the best ones out there for a dang long time.

Jericho picking up the win over Styles is kinda big considering the scene’s pretty wide open, meaning he’d probably be heading straight to the top of the division as a challenger, a pretty quick rise.

The main event scene clouded up with Suzuki, Shibata and the Fiend is also looking to be pretty intriguing. It’s all interesting to see how we’ll be heading into the next big show with that division, and who could be heading out with the gold.

[Dres]

Great show here. I enjoyed writing the Dunne and Galloway/Sweet ‘n Sour match, that was a hot thread for sure. Didn’t like having to squash Albo but I’m sure he’ll be back sooner rather than later. The WARHORSE/Cedric exchange was amusing, and I enjoyed writing the segment with Danny and Fauche. I’ve pitched Pick Your Poison several times in the past but it never panned out so now that I’m a booker, I’m doing it. Had fun mixing it up with Cliffwalk again, his Jericho is great and he earned that win. Main event scene is great too. Entertaining stuff all around.

[Fauche]

So late to the comment party but I've just been chipping away at reading this show over the past few days and now I'm done so here it is.

I like these backstage segments setting up future matches. Feels like its usually in ring stuff that does that, and that's cool, but WARHORSE and Cedric beefing during an interview and also the OC / Mysterio interaction was a little different and good for it. It's like you see on TV. Backstage stuff. Co-promos. You love to see it.

Really really really enjoyed the thread with Crann for this show. Super challenging, very engaging, tonnes of fun. A perfect storm, too, having a bunch of time off work last week. The pace Crann was setting, plus the detail in and level of his writing would have been totes impossible for me to try and keep up with if I didn't have the extra hours in the day. Crann, you're so dang good my dude. And I get these razor thin decisions my way sometimes and I almost have survivor's guilt about it. But also, even with the result going my way, I think general consensus matches my feelings about your Galloway and Dunne - this feeling of dread about ever having to face them again. They're so well done, just two very different, very clearly realized voices for intiguing heels. I fought dirty, too, bringing up their character history from guys that played them before you, but your second tt just shut that the heck down and blew me away. ANYWAY, it was great and thanks for another great thread that's what makes this fun after all these years. ALSO, big ol' shout-out to Dres for delivering a ppv-level, action-packed match with some many great moves. It was awesome.

On that tag team topic, looking forward to the END OF THE SAGA between Sweet n' Sour and Dynamic Duo. Hell in a Cell with the given parties invovled is practically HOUSE OF NATLAV 3 as far as I'm concerned and what a perfect match for then ten year birthday party.

OTHER THOUGHS: Jericho is great and I like the idea of him feuding with Styles to get Cliffwalk right back in that IC picture but dude pink is my font colour and I'm not sharing. Killer Kross writing poems like the Riddle and Cobb used to rap bless Heelboi's heart. The Wyatt promo with the backwards freaky font and the sneaky pic of all the old Rey characters is so far above and beyond what everyone else is doing for promos. What the heck is even that. Are Kodama and Ikeman a tag team now? Frick off. Everyone get out of the tag team division. Big fan of the Dangerous Tekkers. But they can frick off too. Cool that it's bumping but also leave me alone. It's a bummer that Wasabi and albo are out right now. That's too of the best dudes right there. But breaks are never bad. Can't wait to have them back at it later. Also, everyone write more matches if you can. Or any matches.