Post by Danny on Nov 12, 2020 1:28:30 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: In singles competition, Killer Kross defends the Television Championship against Hornswoggle.
Corey Graves: Also in tag team action, the Dangerous Tekkers face the team of Galloway and Dunne.
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE goes up against Bray Wyatt.
Mauro Ranallo: Rey Mysterio will face Orange Cassidy.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, Minoru Suzuki and Katsuyori Shibata versus AJ Styles and Chris Jericho.
Mauro Ranallo: But first in tag team action, The Young Bucks take on the Dynamic Duo and that match starts right now!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
BOWM BOWM BWOWMBOWM, BWOWM-BOWM BOWMBOWM
YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHH HAHAHAHA!
A nostaliga pop? You wish! The UWF Universe groans as one of the least-beloved teams in company history comes out on to ramp. But before they can go any further, they are rushed from behind by The Dynamic Duo, Sami taking down Matt with a Bulldog and Becky taking down Nick with a Double Axe Handle to the back of the head. Matt lies there as Sami puts the boots to him while Nick is trying to roll to safety but Becky stalks him, gradually stomping as they go.
Tom Phillips: Even The Young Bucks deserve better than this.
Mauro Ranallo: I agree.
Corey Graves: It’s Pick Your Poison, boys, and The Dynamic Duo is proving they’re the most lethal shot of venom around!
Showing a rare shred of mercy, The Dynamic Duo relents and allows The Young Bucks to get up as both teams enter the ring.
DING DING!
Becky and Nick head to their respective corners and stand on the apron, leaving Sami and Matt to duke it out. The two men circle each other, hands at the ready, as Matt is the first to lunge forward as he seizes the neck of Sami. Zayn sort of windmills his arms to knock Matt’s away as Matt connects with a Headbutt then follows up with a Toe Kick to the body, Sami hunching as Matt hooks his head and goes for a quick Suplex but Zayn floats over and pushes him forward. Matt staggers forward but stops himself as Sami charges him and leaps over his head, his arms extended as he manages to cradle Matt in a three-quarter face lock and connect with a Seated Stunner, Matt whipping back and hitting the mat but kipping up soon after. As he kips up, he delivers a Superkick to the abdomen of Zayn, causing him to hunch again as Matt leaps up, locking his leg around Sami’s head like one would with their arm normally and connects with a form of DDT.
Once impact is made, Matt rolls backward onto his feet and stands up as Sami has his hands on the mat and is pushing up. Matt pivots to the side and does a cartwheel into an Elbow Drop directly to the spine as Sami is now flat on the mat again. Matt is again on his feet as he kicks Zayn in the side, causing him to roll onto his back, as the older Buck goes for a Standing Shooting Star Press but Sami rolls out of the way and Matt hits nothing but mat, popping up as Zayn charges him and connects with a Running Side Effect. Both men kip up not long after as Matt takes a jump back to create some distance and goes for a Superkick but Zayn catches his foot and brings one of his own feet up to kick Matt in the groin. As Matt reacts and writhes in pain, Sami still has hold of his leg as he goes to flip Matt but Matt goes full circle and lands, connecting with a Superkick a split second upon landing.
Zayn is sent backward into the ropes as he catches himself on them, an arm extended to each side and a hand grabbing the rope on each side. Matt comes running as Sami leaps up onto the top rope and launches himself at Matt, looking for a 450 Splash but as he rotates, Matt manages to catch him in Powerbomb position as he bounces Sami off the ropes and then turns, planting him with a thunderous Sit-Out Powerbomb.
Tom Phillips: What remarkable impact!
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know how Matt Jackson caught Sami like that, but he did! Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: You marks are too easy to pop. You’ll see, those spot monkey Bucks are going to be out of the driver’s seat sooner rather than later!
Matt looks to keep Sami down for a pin but Sami rolls back onto his feet and connects with a Basement Dropkick to the face, putting Matt on his back. Matt kips up but unknowingly does so into the waiting arms of Sami who has him hooked for a Uranage as he backflips, taking Matt with him and planting him hard into the mat. Both men pop up as Zayn knees Matt in the stomach, then places his head between his legs and applies the Double Underhook to the arms. Matt tries to fight free but it’s too late as Sami hits a Double Underhook Canadian Destroyer!
Matt pops up again as Sami again knees him in the stomach and places his head between his legs, hoisting him up and connecting with the Lungblower Blue Thunder Bomb! The two men lay exhausted after this exchange.
Tom Phillips: Too bad Sami can’t cover him, this one would be over.
Mauro Ranallo: What quick thinking and athleticism on the part of Zayn to pull off two quick back-to-back maneuvers like that!
Corey Graves: Am I dreaming or are we all actually on the same page about Sami Zayn for once?
With both men down, the official starts a ten-count and the fans have a moment to catch their collective breath after that lightning-fast exchange.
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2...
3...
Sami starts to move, dragging himself toward his corner as Matt continues to lie more-or-less motionless in the ring.
4...
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6...
Phillips: Matt Jackson has to find some way to get back into this thing or his team is done as soon as Sami Zayn makes his tag.
Ranallo: Well Tom, if there is anything we learned watching the Young Bucks on NXT it was to never count the Jackson brothers out and here we go!
As Sami's palm claps Becky's, Matt rolls onto his hands and knees and lunges for his own corner, making an even more dramatic tag. Nick Jackson enters the ring and charges Lynch as she charges right back, Nick ducking under the lariat attempt. Becky quickly pivots and Jackson unloads with a superkick, but the Man catches it and spins the Jackson twin around a full 360 degrees before kicking him in the gut and planting him with a DDT! Becky immediately gets to her feet, bringing Nick up with her, and she throws him into the corner before pursuing to hit a Flying Fire-arm. Nick stumbles out of the corner as Becky runs at him and boots him in the back of the skull, sending him to the canvas. The Jackson twin rolls onto his stomach as Becky gets back to her vertical base and hits the ropes, then drops a leg on him before making the cover.
Graves: This could be it!
1...
2...
...NO!
As Nick kicks out, Becky intends not to allow any separation; she grabs him by his long hair and hauls him right up before grabbing him in a pumphandle and hitting the Bex-Plex! The fans are booing loudly now as Lynch walks up to the writhing Jackson and simply bends down to smack him upside the head, talking all sorts of trash as she shows him complete disrespect. Even if they're not fans of the obnoxious Bucks, the clear lack of sportsmanship has them heated. Again intending to keep the pressure on, Lynch hauls Nick up and pulls him into the Bexploder clutch, but the Jackson brother has the presence of mind to drive a hard elbow into the side of her head and she releases his leg. Nick then drives the knee up into Becky's gut, forcing her to double over and giving him an ounce of separation that he uses to connect with a quick sunset flip! Nick sits out in the pin!
Ranallo: Nick Jackson has turned this thing around quite suddenly with that counter and he might steal it here!
1...
...NO!
The Man kicks out immediately after the one-count. Jackson, realizing how vital keeping the offense on will be, immediately rolls for his corner and tags in his brother who leaps over the ropes and runs right at Becky, hitting a quick running moonsault! Matt stays on for the cover, but this time he doesn't even get the one count! Lynch fights to one knee as Jackson grabs her by the hair, then delivers a series of stiff forearms to his gut before battling up to her vertical base. Jackson tries to kick her in the stomach, but Becky catches the foot and connects with a quick dragon screw! Matt pops back up, but Becky charges and grounds him with a clothesline! He pops up again, and is sent down with another clothesline! Third time's the charm as Matt finds his feet once more, but this time he's taken down with a running calf kick! Jackson stays down this time, until Becky pulls him to his feet and sends him off the ropes; as he rebounds, she takes him down with an arm drag, keeping the arm cinched before dropping straight into a cross armbar!
Phillips: Becky Lynch locks the armbar in! This should be it!
Graves: Look at how hard she's trying to force the submission there. That has to be painful!
The fans are booing as Becky pulls hard on the joint, trying to force a quick submission from Matt Jackson. But Matt's brother enters the ring and drops a knee on Becky's face, forcing the break! The official gives Nick a talking to as he heads for the apron, but unfortunately with his back turned, Becky grabs both of Matt's ankles, lifts up his legs and delivers a hard stomp to the groin! The fans boo loudly as Becky drops the ankles and walks away, leaving Matt clutching his manly bits as she tags in her partner. As Zayn gets into the ring, Matt's trying to recover and Sami runs right at him, taking him back to the canvas with a crossbody! Zayn quickly gets to his feet, bringing Matt with him but Matt rakes the eye! The official gives Jackson a brief censure as the brother acts innocent, Sami stumbling toward the ropes; as Zayn rubs at his eye and walks back toward his foe, the Jackson brother unloads with a superkick! The blow lands hard enough to be heard in the cheap seats as Zayn falls back into the ropes and rebounds, Matt looking to go for a quick hip toss but instead finding him caught with a shotgun dropkick that sends him hard into the Dynamic Duo's corner! Zayn kips up as Lynch reaches in and holds Matt in place, the fans booing as Sami bolts straight for the Jackson brother to hit the Helluva Kick! Jackson stumbles out of the corner and falls face-first in the middle of the ring and Sami rolls him over for the cover.
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...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners:
Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch,
THE DYNAMIC DUO!
Ranallo: In a tense contest, Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn pick up another win.
Phillips: We expected ring rust on the part of the Jacksons but they still looked game here, competing well even with all of the shenanigans their opponents threw at them.
Graves: Shenanigans? Phillips, when are you going to realize that these two, they are the UWF World Tag Team Champions. They might not have been outright declared as much yet, but it's only a matter of time before they again win those titles.
While Sami and Becky celebrate in the ring, Nick pulls Matt out of it and the pair regroup on the outside. The fans are heated, having expected a world-class contest between two of the best teams ever to do it and feeling as though they were cheated by some dirty antics. No matter for the victors, they happily take the W. The feed moves along.
As Revolution continues, a pause in the in-ring action leads to the titantron lighting up with a picture of the UWF champion Suzuki, sitting backstage with the promotion's top belt laid out on a table in front of him
A voice is heard from behind the camera
Renee Young: Hello UWF universe I'm here with the UWF champion Minoru Suzuki who has answered my request for an exclusive interview of his match tonight teaming with Shibata against AJ Styles and Chris Jericho and his potential PPV title defense against Bray Wyatt and Katsuyori Shibata.
Suzuki laughs
Minoru Suzuki: You think that's why I'm here talking to you? to promote the upcoming pay per view, do EC3's job for him? you're even dumber than you look.
Renee takes the insult like a boss and just moves on while Suzuki leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head
Renee: Last week the newest edition to Suzuki-Gun, Taichi and Zack Sabre Jr debuted in a winning effort against the Hounds of Justice, today they face the formidable team of Drew Gallaway and Pete Dunne, how do you feel about their performance last week and how do you think they'll do today?
Suzuki: Zack and Taichi are a dangerous team, they're my two best soldiers and they showed that by dominating last week's match all the way to victory, and they will do that to every team on the roster on their way to the top of the division where Suzuki-Gun rightfully belongs, tonight would be no different than last week.
A rather civil answer from the Man with the worst personality in the world, Renee gets excited and shoots right back with another question
Renee: And how do you feel the relationship of El....
Suzuki cuts her off
Suzuki: No now it's my time to ask you a question, I heard Zack didn't really like you and didn't let you interview him, how did that make you feel? it stung didn't it, it made you angry, that's fine, interviewing is your job, the thing you love doing and Zack just took it away from you like it was nothing.
He leans forward
Suzuki: If that was your reaction to being denied an interview imagine what was mine when I was denied wrestling, whether it's the UWF that treats my bookings like a light switch, one week it's on, one week it's off, one week it's on, one week it's off, that switch should never be off, let the light consume everything else in the room as it's supposed to do, or whether it's Katsuyori Shibata who interrupted my business and didn't let me finish my fight, I'm a true wrestler, a fighter, I love wrestling people, destroying them, yet I'm denied that at almost every opportunity, all that rage you felt when Zack refused your interview? multiply that by a hundred, I am filled with rage from not being able to do what I love and do best and all that rage is bound to leap out someday.
Suzuki smirks at Renee but the smirk quickly turns into a terrifying frown, he starts breathing heavily and it looks like he's about to jump at Renee but almost as fast as it came on the frown goes away for a malicious smile and a laugh, Suzuki leans back again and lets Renee continue
Renee:....
Renee is speechless
Suzuki: Did the cat get your tongue? speak woman, ask me questions, do your job.
Renee snaps out of it and scrambles to get a question going
Renee: Right yeah ahh.. ahh... during the buildup to today's match Shibata challenged you for your UFC belt, what do you have to say about that?
The UFC title is for fighters, it's the Ultimate Fighting Championship, he is a wrestler and nothing more, he's called "The Wrestler|" isn't he? not "The Fighter" how dumb can a man be? and how dumb can you be for asking that question, ask me real questions come on!
You can hear pages turning as Renee frantically tries to find a good question for the disgruntled champion, she finally finds one that satisfies her
Renee: Last week The Fiend viciously attacked your right-hand man El Desperado and you himself said that he's not available this week, what do you have to say about that?
Suzuki: My little feud with Shibata, it's about pride and proving that I'm better, it's business, that's not the case with Wyatt, El Desperado is mine, Wyatt attacked something that is mine, he sealed his fate right there and then in that skybox, I know Desperado and I say it a lot as it's true most of the time but it's never been more true than now
Suzuki gets up and slams his hand into the UWF title on the table
I. Will. Destroy. Him
Suzuki turns around and leaves without taking the UWF title, Renee steps forward to take a look at the title from up close and Revolution just heads elsewhere
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...
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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, it is decided that Galloway and Sabre will start the match as their partners take their respective places on the apron in their individual corners. Quick as the snapping of fingers, Drew takes Zack down with a Big Boot. Drew steps on the chest of his opponent now and walks on him to get to the other side of him before turning and kicking him in the side, putting Zack face down. Drew bends down now and locks his arms around Zack’s lower chest and picks him up, squeezing the life out of him before falling back and throwing him head first into the nearest turnbuckle.
As Drew turns to face Zack, he’s sitting in the corner but gradually standing up. Drew charges the corner, going for another Big Boot, but Zack dives to the mat and rolls as Drew gets hung up in the turnbuckle pad. Sabre is up as he starts laying kicks into the upper back of the big man before taking a few steps back and then connecting with a Dropkick to the back of the other knee as Drew’s leg buckles as he hangs there by the one hung up leg.
Zack leaps and delivers a kick to that knee as well before landing on Drew with a Double Foot Stomp, freeing him from the turnbuckle. As Sabre gets away from Drew, he holds his head from the landing earlier but shakes it off as he does a Baseball Slide into the big man’s head. Zack gets up after impact is made as Galloway sits up, then climbs to his feet and turns quickly to face him, looking incensed.
Tom Phillips: That’s the last thing you want is an angry Scotsman staring you down!
Mauro Ranallo: Drew came into this thing angry, one can only imagine how ticked he is now!
Corey Graves: I say good, an angry Galloway is a dominant Galloway!
Galloway charges and takes a wild swing but Zack ducks and when he pops back up, connects with a thumb to the eye. Zack leaps up, hooking his arm around Drew’s head but that’s as far as the DDT attempt gets as Drew reverses into a Back Body Drop. Sabre pops up from the mat as Drew palms his head with both hands, beginning to squeeze as the high flyer is brought to his knees, trying desperately to pry the big man’s fingers loose.
Suddenly a loud whack is heard as Drew releases his grip of Zack and falls forward to the mat. There stands Taichi with the microphone stand he brought out as the bell sounds again.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification, Drew Galloway and Pete Dunne!
The Dangerous Tekkers scramble from the ring as Dunne enters. The camera gets a shot of Dunne telling them this isn’t over as Revolution continues.
The scene opens in a house. Killer Kross’ house, he is staring out of a window whilst sat on a chair and once again, Kross has the Television Championship around his waist.
Killer Kross: As time draws us closer to the end of the year.. One wonders.. who is next to fall? We live in an erotic subjective reality based on the pursuit of non stop distractions. And It’s no wonder why people go insane. Vulnerability creates fear.. Then fear creates instability.. And instability creates self-destruction. You can't find me right now, because you can't even find yourself and even if you did find you would be disgusted by what you have become.
One day you're going to wake up even if it's just for one second just like i did and you're going to have to make a decision, UWF Roster. You're going to choose the rest of your life in that very moment and it'll be different for every single
one of you.. but, you'll know when it comes and it only happens one time ever..
You will choose to rise or fall.
Kross adjusts his glasses and readjusts his position in the chair..
Killer Kross: That decision.. as you think about it.. is simple, right? You would say.. well I’m going to rise… and that seems logical.. but you won't exercise logic to make that decision because it's not a logic based equation to people in the moment.. it's emotional. And thus people meet this moment.. with an emotional based response, and that's why most actually choose to fall. Because rising requires a lot of accountability! It's a commitment. It's lonely at first. People are afraid of being alone however, it's where you find yourself. Your true self in a state of suffering.. and perhaps others, eventually. However, suffering in sight scares the vermin away.. they don't realize that suffering is completely unavoidable because there are two paths in life.. suffering for something and suffering for.. absolutely nothing.
I chose to suffer for something when I lost to Rey Mysterio. I made that choice. No one else did. Why, I hear you ask? Because I found myself. I chose to become accountable for the future of this company. And if you don't choose for yourself and choose wisely. Others will choose for you.. and your life will mean absolutely nothing to you. You will remain in a slow motion nightmare until you are gone, nothing! You will live limited, injured, whatever way you are aware of. And you will be gone until you return to do this all over again in another life. Until you hear MY voice again. I am spellbinding. The hourglass is slowly emptying.. The Doomsday Clock is ticking. I will reign supreme, with gold on my waist and a target on my back. The thing is.. everything has to be paid for, directly or indirectly, in money or in... perhaps pain. I’m not afraid to change the future. I want more. I will get more. The Television title is just the beginning. Don’t cross Kross.
Kross stands up out of his chair.. We see his coattails as he walks off screen. A harrowing message from the TV Champ once again. The show continues..
We suddenly cut to the backstage area. We see the Warhorse walk around backstage, clearly not thinking completely straight, but focused enough to fight. Just a little under the weather, a bit nauseous. You’d think he would be after the past few weeks’ sharp decline. He heads into the locker room, over to his bag already sat there unattended. It’s fine, nobody’s messed with his stuff, and too good as he has a lot of a mind, as well as a grudge on Cedric.
The Warhorse looks around the locker room and eventually he sees Cedric sitting there with his bag, talking to some people backstage. He looks back to what he’s doing to not draw suspicion on himself. He suddenly sees Cedric get up and head out with a few people to the vending machine in the arena. As well as this, the Warhorse is the only person left in the locker room.
WARHORSE: HUH, LOOKIE HERE. A DOOFUS LEFT THEIR BAG AROUND, WITH NO EYES ON IT? WHAT WE GOT IN HERE, EH?
Warhorse heads over to Cedric’s bag, picking it up, and unzipping it. He rummages around the bag to see if he can cause a little bit of worry into the mind of Cedric Alexander, as so far in their encounters, he’s been topping Warhorse’s game in mind games. He needs some material.
WARHORSE: DEODORANT, SPARE SOCKS… GOD, HOW BORING IS THIS GUY?!
He continues to dig deeper into the bag of Cedric, and finds a framed photograph, with the actual photo being one of those printed off ones from a disposable camera. Not only is it very aesthetic, but it also tells that it’s quite OLD of a photograph. Pictured is his grandma.
WARHORSE: PROBABLY SHOULDN’T FUCK WITH THAT.
Warhorse slides it out of the way, sliding it out of dodge, and going quite far on the tiled flooring of the locker room.
WARHORSE: NOT VERY TELLING THOUGH. THE GUY’S PRACTICALLY A GHOST, THERE’S PRETTY MUCH NOTHING I CAN USE… A PURE VANILLA TEMPLATE OF A MAN. KINDA SAD REALLY.
Suddenly the door swings open and one of the extras for a dark match after the show walks in, with another one accompanying him. The Warhorse panics and slowly walks over to the bathroom pretending he’s doing nothing. They aren’t looking anyway.
Extra #1: Gheez, that dude doesn’t shut up about his grandma. Why does it bother him so much?
Extra #2: He’s probably not got anything else, poor dude.
As they keep on moving forward, one of the extras smashes their foot through the frame unintentionally. They both immediately freak out noticing what this could mean, destroying possessions of wrestlers under contract, it could only be a bad set of consequences.
Extra #2: Shit! What do we do?
Warhorse comes out of the bathroom, out of hiding from suspicion from them. He sees what’s happened, as the foot of the extra still lies within the photo frame.
WARHORSE: HUH?
Extra #1: Don’t tell Ethan! We’ll buy a new frame! We’ll mould new glass! We’ll- we’ll.
WARHORSE: LOOK BOYS, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. I’LL TAKE THE FALL.
Extra #2: Wha- wait? For real man?
WARHORSE: HE’S GOT HEAT WITH ME ALREADY, TELL HIM I DID IT. HE WON'T BE HAPPY THOUGH, I'D EXPECT.
Extra #1: But why?
WARHORSE: KARMA, I GUESS. GHEEZ, THAT’S CHEESY.
The two extras look at each other getting hyped up with the fact that they’re not going to have a bad impression immediately in the company.
Extra #1: Thanks so much man. Good luck with your match with Brey tonight, I know that you fight the good fight. Keep fighting for what you believe in.
WARHORSE: YEAH, I DON’T NEED THE EGO BOOST, BUT THANKS, PAL. SEE YOU AROUND, BROTHERS.
The Warhorse heads out of the locker room, with a bit of a bummed-out emotion on his face. The two extras still try and contain this happiness as we head elsewhere.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a Television title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing the challenger... Hornswoggle!
The midget is nowhere to be seen
Corey Graves: Please tell me he forgot he was wrestling tonight and just didn't come to the show, please tell me that.
Mauro Ranallo: I'll be lying if I did so Corey, look!
Hornswoggle emerges out of beneath the ring and gives Chimel the thumbs up retreats back to his safe zone
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent and the champion...
As the Tron graphics glitch out, Killer Kross's theme kicks in. As the theme drops, Killer Kross steps out onto the stage; wearing his long black trench coat. He paces down the ramp toward the ring.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 264 lbs, Killer Kross!
Kross walks up the steel steps and strolls across the ring apron. As he’s walking across the apron, he stops, pulls out a calling card, and throws it into the crowd. He then steps into the ring and begins pacing around. Kross runs the ropes and removes his jacket. He stops dead center in the ring and backs into one of the corners of the ring and despite Hornswoggle not being in the ring, the ref calls for the bell
DING DING DING!
Corey Graves: What is this?! the two wrestlers have to be inside the ring for the ref to start the match, he is clearly favoring Hornswoggle and letting him get away with fouls!
Tom Phillips: Well technically, Hornswoggle IS inside the ring
Corey Graves: I'm one sentence away from coming out of retirement just to kick your ass Phillips
Mauro Ranallo: Come on guys let's keep this professional we got a match to commentate and it seems like it's starting to pick up steam!
While Phillips and Graves were busy arguing, Kross left the ring and is now looking to get Hornswoggle out from beneath it, he opens up the apron and when he doesn't see the little demon he decided it's best to chase him, he gets on all four and starts crawling until finally his feet disappear and we're left to wonder what's going on there, with nothing else to do the ref starts counting the men out
1!
2!
3!
Tom Phillips: I wonder that's going on down there, there isn't much space to do much damage
Corey Graves: How would you know that? plus I bet Kross is chasing that little devil around but he just keeps on running away instead of facing him like a man
4!
5!
6!
Finally, some action! Hornswoggle starts crawling away from the apron near the announcer's desk and after his short body completes the journey he immediately gets up and starts running laps around the ring, I wonder why, maybe cause Killer Kross is hot on his tail and comes out just a few seconds after him, I think that's it, anyway, Kross immediately starts chasing him
7!
Kross stops, Hornswoggle sees that and starts celebrating but it looks like his legs didn't get the memo as they're still running, running straight into a Kross knee! a KK if you will, don't do that kneeling or we're gonna have some problems, but right now the only one that seems to have problems is Hornswoggle who's out cold from the huge knee he just ran into, Kross laughs maniacally and throws him into the ring then enters himself, right into a pin
1...
2...
NO!
Hornswoggle's tiny leg is on the rope!
Kross is livid, the ref is indifferent, Hornswoggle is out, it's a sight to behold.
Kross gets all in the ref's face and tells him that in fact, it was a 3 count, the third man just shrugs and tells him to focus on the match at hand, Kross hisses at him then does as the ref suggested when he goes to pick up Hornswoggle, he positions the little dude so he could stand on his own and gets on his knees in front of him so they're about the same height, the now champ gives the former champ a few light slaps to the face to wake him up and with a smug smile on his face tells him to take a shot, the king takes a second to make his head stop spinning and then goes for the shot, he punches Kross with all of his might and it worked! Kross's head spins from the impact but he just returns with a laugh and tells him to hit him harder!
The little man with the big drinking problem obliges and this time winds up his shot, he takes a step back and starts spinning his arm furiously before connecting with a thudding uppercut to Kross's jaw! the TV champ's face goes up from the blow and it stays up for a few moments but when it comes back down, Kross is still smiling! he trash talks Swoggle, asking him if that's all he's got and advising him to just quit the business right there and then, Hornswoggle takes the insults like a champ and asks Kross to give him one more chance and the arrogant giant with his big heart lets him have that before he destroys him, this time Swoggle takes two steps backward and winds up the shot even more, he again starts spinning the arm even faster now but when he comes in to nail the blow it's not Swoggle's fist that meets Kross's face but his skull!
Mauro Ranallo: Smart strategy by Hornswoggle here, no matter how small it is, skull is always harder than knuckle
Corey Graves: Having nothing underneath that skull is a big advantage of Hornswoggle too.
Swoggle is a bit wobbled by the headbutt but he's much better off than Kross whose nose starts leaking all over the place! he immediately forgets about the trash-talking and ego and turns around as gets back to his feet, trying to make the blood and the spinning in his head stop, Hornswoggle slightly recovers and waits for Kross to turn around again, when he does the leprechaun blasts the champion's shin with the infamous Sweet Shin Music! Kross is now jumping on one leg trying to relive some of his pain from the one that just got superkicked, you already know Hornswoggle's gonna take out the other one too, he blasts the other leg with the Sweet Shin Music as well and Kross drops down to his knee again!
Now it's time for Hornswoggle's revenge, he starts pouring it onto Kross, hitting him with punches, elbows, chops, slaps, everything but the kitchen sink but only because he didn't reach it, after a solid minute of striking he gets tired and stops to take a breather, or so you thought! he explodes with a suck it taunt and drops the champion with a snap DDT! Kross lays face first on the mat and it takes all of the power in Swoggle to turn him over and lay on him for a pin
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Kross kicks out!
Realizing he's gotta pull out the big guns Hornswoggle ascends to the top rope but by the time he's up Kross saw him and rolled out of the way so he goes back down and when he re-enters the ring, Kross explodes into his feet and tackles Swoggle so hard he goes flying out of the ring and into the commentators' desk!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! I know Hornswoggle isn't the heaviest wrestler on the planet but it still takes a special type of strength to launch someone so far away with just a tackle
Corey Graves: Get him off my paper he'll drool all over them!
Tom Phillips: What you mean these papers?
He does in fact mean those papers, the ones that Hornswoggle is drooling on as I speak, Graves groans in disapproval as Kross watches Hornswoggle's lifeless husk on the table, and smiles, satisfied with his work and the ref starts counting
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Swoggle starts showing signs of life
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He rolls over and falls off the table but it looks like he's still out
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It looks like his senses are starting to return to him as he flips to his little tum tum and he eyes up the apron
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he starts crawling towards the ring, if he wasn't such a despicable human being the crowd probably would have cheered by now
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he gets to the apron and gets up using it for support but collapses almost immediately, Kross laughs
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He got up in the last possible moment and slid into the ring! it's clear he used all of his power for it tho and that now he's at Kross's mercy, the champ looks at him furiously, "how dare he get up? he won't get up from this" is probably what's going on inside his head as he picks Swoggle by the back of his shirt and spikes him into the mat with the Doomsday Saito, keeping the bridge on for a pin
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner AND STILL! the undisputed UWF Television champion, Killer Kross!!!
Mauro Ranallo: Well it was an admirable effort by Hornswoggle and it even looked like he had Kross for a moment but ultimately he came up short
Corey Graves: Don't mislead the public Mauro, Swoggle never had a chance and this win was a foregone conclusion.
Kross celebrates retaining his title in the ring while EMTs rush to see if there's still some horn left in Swoggle and Revolution continues elsewhere
We enter the Funhouse with Bray leaning on the windowsill talking to Abby the Witch, until he notices the viewer and opens his arms up wide with a big smile on his face.
Bray Wyatt: Howdy there everybody, and Welcome to the Firefly Funhouse! Today I wanted to talk to ya’ll about a very important constant you’ll find no matter where you go, and that constant is “rules”. They vary, they shift, they change but Rules exist for everyone. Your mom and dad, their bosses, your teachers, even all the tough cookies that make up jar of UWF have within them their own rules. Rules help keep order and make sure everyone is safe, safe from danger but also safe from themselves. But I, well boys and girls I just like to play a little differently than all of them so I disrupt their rules because it is one of the Funnest ways to peak into how someone Truly is. You break a rule, they get angry, but you cause them to break their own and you see if someone is understanding, bendable, courageous, or a hypocrite.
Bray starts to laugh to himself as he'scɹǝǝu ƃlᴉʇɔɥǝs onʇ
I aint no piece of white trailer trash scum I'm BETTER than you all man, my wings may be burned but I flew higher than any of you so called Stars. I may reside in the dirt, but it is the dirt in which all things grow from, survive from, and return to in this world man. I speak the truth, and because I do you brandish me a brainwasher or a manipulator, but all of you will LIEE to your children about the monsters under their bed, You will stand there and LIE to everyone you claim to love and you point at me and call me a monster I aint no monster man. I'm B̸̦̎̾e̴̡̹̅t̸͈̤͑̀ṫ̴͎̘̏-
holding his hand to his chest subduing his laughter.
These breaks, they are not big grand changes. All you need is little cracks to see what kinda light glows through, it’s like peeping on the Christmas gifts under the tree. All it takes is the shape of a letter, the font, the image, the color and you know what to prepare for. Shibata had this little self-imposed exile, he was on top of the world and he went away but what brought him back? Suzuki has hidden behind the veil and musings of his friend for how long now? What was the last time we even heard him address his opponent? And yet thanks to me, he had to show up and do his own talking for once. That’s the thing about rules, breaking them causes hesitation, but making one bend them…causes them to find interest in testing how far that bend can go. It’s so much fun, because that is true suspense. Bending it, admiring how far the material can last before in one Glorious loud snap…You break.
Brays tone gets serious as his head tilts to one side, as if his neck losing the strength to hold it up straight. While his expression remains constant and unwavering.
That…well that is when people are their most fun. The king, the god, two names held by many before them even ones roaming the walls of my very home. And my two new friends wear them with pride, but I know that these titles both gold and letter are just ways of hiding, but once I break you and call olly olly oxen free, that is when the True fun will begin. I see you, we all see you. Even when you fail to see us. Era̸̰̎͘se your mind, shut your ê̶̖̣yE̵̹͋͐s, cover your ɘ̴͙͈̚ɒ̶̤̱̇̏rs, cl̴̗̮͘ose your mouth, Stop yourself from fe̷̗͝e̶̱͈̎͠l̶̜͆i̸̼̒̄ng a̶̙̗̐̋nd snɔoɟ on what I have̶̬͉̿ ̶͈̮̎b̷̬̭̐̔ë̴͇́ë̴̘̐n showing you. Follow the clues, C̵̙̋o̷̺̽̽m̶͉̏́p̸͇̖̾͐le
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Understand man, there aint no Real answer to it all man. There is and there isn't, and I is. I will continue, far beyond your limitations. As I always have, You think you scare me with your threats and your attacks. You strike me down on this day and I will return hungrier the next, until your muscles ache and your mind fails you. I've got all the time in the world man, that's the thing, ya'll got your plans and your rules but all I've got in this damn world is Time to wait and get ya and you will NEVER see me coming. I play with these fools like puppets, and I shatter them like GLASS when I'm through. and it Feels good man, haven't you seen it yet? I have. We are ALL coming, I want you to go back and tell all the rest of them that it's Real because nothing they have can Hurt me, their Wars their Kings, Their GODS Can never ever hurt me do you hear me! Tell em, Tell em we're coming, tell em that Comfort, that absolute LIE. Because the truth man, the Truth is that we've been here, All Alooong.
As the music swells Brays head suddenly snaps back up and he gets a huge smile on his face.
But of course that is for later, while my friends team up and have their own little playdate I get to play with someone new. A loud Warhorse, a guy that sadly has not made many fans in my Firefly Funhouse. Unlike them however, I understand you. See I know what it's like to be different from everyone else, to not fit in and not know where you're going next. I've seen what troubles you inside, behind the noise I can see the pain you feel inside. That's what's so special about this place I've built, there's no need to play with pain, you can forgo all your problems and worries and thoughts of the future and past...and just have Fun. I had a lot of fun last week with ole Despy, but Tonight I wanna have OODLES AND NOODLES of fun and I have So many things juggling around right now that I think I deserve to have JUST as much fun again. So with so many people knocking at my door for the past couple weeks, I think it's time I start a-knockin on some doors. Remember my fireflies, I will always light the way, and when you hear that rapping upon your door...whether you're Metal, Monstrous, or a Megalomaniac...All you have to do is Let me in....Byyyyeee Seeee YA
Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.
Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. Rey walks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.
The opening keys of Fireflies hit as you would not believe your eyes, as Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy is brought to the ring, by Trent? who allows OC to ride on his back, while Stokely Hathaway follows from behind, hyping up OC.
Tony Chimel:”Making his way to the ring, hailing from wherever, his weight does not matter, and representing Hathaway Enterprises and being accompanied to the ring by Trent? and Stokely Hathaway, he is Freshly Squeezed, Orange Cassidy!”
Trent? allows OC to get off him and OC lays on the apron before rolling in, just lying in the ring with his hands in his pockets waiting for a bell
ring, or an opponent to enter, or whatever who cares.
Hathaway and Trent? stay at ringside.
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Cassidy walks all cool and collected to the center of the ring and sticks out his hand, giving Rey the thumbs up. This practically gives him Vietnam flashbacks and Mysterio loses his mind, charging at Cassidy and just striking him all over his body. Orange kind of just takes the hits and Mysterio shoots him off the ropes. Cassidy briskly walks to the other side though and barely touches the ropes. He leans against them and puts his hands in his pockets as if he's bored with Rey already. Mysterio comes charging him once again but Cassidy ducks and sends him up and over the ropes. The former International Champion lands on the apron and gives Cassidy a shoulder thrust right not the small of the back. Cassidy stumbles forward and turns around but when he does, Rey springboards into the ring and lands on him with the seated senton! He stays on him for the pin.
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Cassidy rolls his shoulder up! His hands are still firmly in his pocket but Rey forcefully pulls his right hand out and stomps right on it! Cassidy finally gets a facial expression on his face, a look of pain to be exact but Rey grabs him by the hair and brings him back up to his feet. He gives him an outside kick to the leg to buckle him down to a knee before shuffling backwards into the ropes. He comes off them but Cassidy pops up and hits a dropkick that sends Rey out of the ring followed by a kip up. You better believe the shades are still on as he puts his hands back in his pockets and runs towards Mysterio, diving out of the ring, taking out the luchador!
Mauro Ranallo: Orange Cassidy just took out Mysterio and the fans are loving it!
Corey Graves: When you're shtick is that you're too cool for school, of course all the little kids are gonna like him. They should however be looking up to the superhero.
Tom Phillips: Corey Graves praising Rey Mysterio? Is this a glitch in the matrix?
Corey Graves: Calm down Phillips, I'm just saying kids are stupid enough to fall for Mysterio's antics. He's still a loser!
Cassidy is looking as cool as a cucumber but Ali comes over and rips the shades right off of him! He throws them into the crowd, a souvenir for a lucky fan before berating Cassidy and saying look what happened to his arm because of him. Orange doesn't pay much attention to him, straight up turning his back on him which infuriates him even more. Ali grabs his shoulder and turns him around to get in his face but Cassidy ducks and Trent? comes over and takes him down with a clothesline! Ricochet runs over and starts t brawl with Trent? but Mysterio takes advantage of the chaos and comes at Cassidy with a headscissors to send him flying into the steel steps! He quickly picks up Cassidy and tosses him into the ring to make the pin.
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Cassidy kicks out! Rey brings him back up to a vertical base and whips him into the corner. He follows up with a dropkick except Cassidy rolls out of the way. When Mysterio gets back to his feet, he eats a superman punch to the jaw! Cassidy then quickly gets onto the second rope and waits as Mysterio gets back to his feet. When he turns around OC jumps off the second rope and connects with the Fresh 2 Death diving DDT! He turns Mysterio over and lays on top of him for the pin!
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Rey kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Well you're not going to win any matches with lackadaisical covers like that.
Corey Graves: I don't know, Mysterio is pretty small, who knows how much weight he can kick out of.
Tom Phillips: Well glad to see Corey back to hid old Mysterio hating ways.
Corey Graves: If it helps, I hate both these guys equally.
Cassidy rolls out to the apron and Stokely comes over with some orange juice, ready to pour it down his throat for a boost. Ali sees this however and runs over and snatches the juice out of his clutches. Cassidy comes fully out of the ring and once again gets in the face of Ali but Mysterio comes running over and takes him out with a baseball slide! He grabs Cassidy and throws him back into the ring before climbing to the top rope. Rey then comes off with the Frog Splash and hooks both legs for a deep cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Rey Mysterio!
Trent comes into the ring and blasts Mysterio from behind! Ali and Ricochet come into the ring to fight with Trent but he runs off to the back. They give him chase to the back while Rey tries to figure out what happened. There's some commotion in the crowd and out comes Killer Kross! He comes up from behind him and places him in the Kross Jacket!
Mauro Ranallo: After defending the Television Championship, proving it wasn't a fluke, Killer Kross is now out to rectify his only loss.
Corey Graves: Yes! Put him to sleep Kross!
It's not long before Mysterio has passed out. He drops Rey like a sack of potatoes and yells out to the crowd, unable to contain his pure raw emotion. The ref instructs him to leave Mysterio alone and he listens posing with the TV title as the show moves on.
The scene opens to a seated Katsuyori Shibata, staring at the camera while bright lights peer through the window blinds behind him. He looks more comfortable and confident than he has been since returning as he begins to speak.
Shibata: Bray Wyatt.
Shibata's face narrows with the pronunciation of the thing he's set his sights on since returning.
Shibata: A man so dominant, he's yet to have been pinned or submitted since his return. I was that once. I wonder what it is in both of us... what causes us to be so successful?... purpose. See, When I began my dominant run in the UWF, I wanted so so badly to purify this ground with what I believed were the best qualities of wrestling. I poured my heart and soul into that goal. It was my purpose... and it drove me on that unpinned run in which I captured my first championship. Then many months went by, I changed, and I had found a new purpose. Terror. I sought to be the most violent, malicious man in all of pro wrestling, and I succeeded. I was drove by hate and anger and I poured every bit of soul I had left in me into causing pain and destruction on this land. I was very good at it, but eventually I had nothing left in my soul. All that hate and anger had taken its toll and I had to find a new way, a new purpose.
Shibata ponders in his head, as if he truly wants to commit to whatever purpose he sets out on next before just spitting it out.
Shibata: Now my purpose is to simply just... make things right. I started that off by isolating myself and my angry thoughts from this world, and then reconnecting with a friend, Jiro Kuroshio, to bring me back into the world. I then swallowed my pride and allowed myself to undergo mental teachings by a man named Yusuke Kodama. It took a while. I was still angry. I still am pretty angry, but here I am. Not a finished product, but I am here... and I'm here to make things right.
Shibata's mind then narrows on his target. Violent thoughts spiral throughout his head along with that repetitive feeling of needing to... make things right.
Shibata: When I look at Bray Wyatt's purpose, I see some of the purpose I had. Terror. After so much failure, humiliation, and suffering throughout his sporadic time here, Bray seems to have finally crafted himself into something dangerous. Or maybe it was the spite that crafted it, I am not sure. I just know that a monster has formed as a result of his failures, similar to me at one point. And that is where I see the golden opportunity. This is a man, a creature, driven by the same things I once was, and capable of the same things I did. This is where I right the wrong. I won't let another monster grow, because...
Shibata suddenly looks disgruntled and confused. Moments pass before he continues.
Shibata: I could just tell you it's because I need to pay for what I have done, akin to a community service or something of the sorts... and that is a major part of it. I do want to make up for things, but I also do not want someone... taking my spot. I went on the most violent, gruesome, and monstrous 4-month run this company has ever seen. I'm... proud of it... still. I need to stop Bray Wyatt because he's the same evil I was, but I also need to stop him because there will only ever be one king of monsters... and that's me.
The veins on the arms of Shibata begin to surge and he starts to sweat before his eyes... those scary eyes fill with the same fire and maliciousness that evoke violent memories. The scene fades out from the still fiery eyes of Shibata and outside the building Shibata sits in...
Behind the Dojo logo a sign reads... "OPENING SOON". Could the reopening of the dojo bring Shibata fully back to his humanity?... or could this mean violent disaster?....
RAINING BLOOD BY SLAYER HITS THE PA LIKE A SACK OF OLD BRICKS AS THE CROWD ANTICIPATE THE ARRIVAL OF THE HEAVY METAL GOD KNOWN AS WARHORSE, THE DISTORTION OF THE INTRO CATCHES EVERYONE OFF GUARD, AS THE MAIN RIFF BEGINS TO HIT THROUGH THE PA, AND WARHORSE COMES THROUGH THE CURTAIN WITH HIS SLEEVELESS JEAN JACKET ON, AND ATTIRE READY TO RULE SOME ASS. HE HEAD-BANGS ON THE TOP OF THE RAMP, AS DOES THE CROWD BECAUSE THEY KNOW THIS IS ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN TO CHINATOWN SINCE WARHORSE IS HERE.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!
CHIMEL DOESN'T GET WARHORSE'S VIBE HE NEVER WILL BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RULE ASS AND PROBABLY NEVER LISTENS TO METAL. HE WON'T GET IT. WARHORSE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP WITH RAW HORSEPOWER, CIRCLING THE RING, AND THEN SLIDING ONTO THE APRON, CLIMBING UP QUICKLY AND GETTING RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE FOR ALL TO SEE WARHORSE. HE BANGS HIS HEAD, AS DOES THE CROWD AGAIN. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH ASS THIS RULES, AND HOW MUCH HE'S ABOUT TO RULE. WATCH YO' AUNTIE JIMMY.
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
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WARHORSE stares directly at Bray, cautiously moving forward to get ready to tie up. Wyatt is all smiles as he walks up to WARHORSE and extends his hand. Nothing more creepy than a smiling Wyatt offering you his hand if you ask me. WARHORSE looks around but then decides to perk up and puff his chest out. He slaps Wyatt's hand away and then proceeds to just attack him with full force! Wyatt isn't even bothering to cover up, instead taking all the hits as he's backed into the corner. WARHORSE climbs to the second rope and delivers the old 10 punch salute with the crowd counting along. Before he can get to 10 however Wyatt grabs his legs and levels him with a powerbomb!
Corey Graves: We all knew it was only a matter of time before Bray Wyatt took control of this match.
Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE may have had a string of bad luck in some big matches recently but I wouldn't count him out Corey. There's a reason he's coming off of challenging for the UWF Championship.
Bray looks down at WARHORSE with an almost remorseful look on his face. He stands over him and extends his hand out once more, offering to help WARHORSE up. WARHORSE just stares up at him with a snarl on his face. He slaps his hand away once more and Wyatt looks annoyed. He suddenly jumps on top of him and starts hammering away with punches to the skull. The ref quickly intervenes and tries to pull him off. Wyatt obliges as WARHORSE scoots over to the corner, using the rope to help him up. Bray charges at him for the body avalanche in the corner but WARHORSE moves out of the way in time for Bray to hit them with such force that it sends him back a few steps right into WARHORSE's waiting arms for the half and half suplex! He makes the pin!
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Wyatt kicks out! WARHORSE grabs a fistful of hair and brings the mad man back up to his feet and gives him a headbutt that knocks him backwards into the corner. From there, he delivers a few shoulder thrusts in the corner followed by a big back elbow. He grabs his head once more and walks with him over to another corner and starts to smash his face into the turnbuckles, headbanging along with each hit until Wyatt falls to a seated position. WARHORSE then walks away to the opposite corner. He looks at Wyatt and takes charge, honing in on him with the double knees in the corner! He drags Bray's body away from the ropes and goes for another pin.
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Wyatt kicks out yet again! WARHORSE looks at the top rope and decides he's ready to end this already. He exits out onto the apron and begins his climb as Bray is trying to get back to his feet. Wyatt is hunched over, in perfect position for WARHORSE to rule some ass but when he jumps off, Wyatt pops up and clothesline him in mid air! He picks up WARHORSE right away and lifts him up for a suplex before just straight up tossing him over the ropes, WARHORSE hitting the apron hard on the way down!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God, Bray Wyatt just has no remorse for what he does to his opponents.
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE just free fell to the floor backwards and it could have ended badly.
Corey Graves: Could have ended badly? Things looks pretty bad for Warhorse from here.
Bray is all smiles as he exits the ring and stalks WARHORSE. He waits a few feet away and hunches over in a football stance. WARHORSE miraculously is getting up no his own but when he turns around he's bulldozed over with a running body block. Wyatt picks him up and tosses him right back into the ring, following him in. He walks over to the corner and grabs onto the ropes, leaning back into his spider walk. He spider walks over to WARHORSE as he's trying to get up on his hands and knees but suddenly WARHORSE jerks forward and headbutts Wyatt! Bray falls down and grabs his nose while his opponent gets back to his feet. Bray uses the ropes in the corner to get back to his feet but he doesn't expect WARHORSE to come running right at him. He tries to step out with a clothesline but WARHORSE swings around him, grabbing his waist and launches him backwards into the corner with a german suplex! He pulls him away from the ropes once more and makes the pin!
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Wyatt kicks out!
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE almost had Bray Wyatt right there!
Mauro Ranallo: Bray Wyatt has yet to get a single pin attempt on WARHORSE this whole match.
Corey Graves: I don't think Wyatt is ever out there to win a match but if that's the narrative you want to take then be my guest. You better hope he doesn't hear you though.
The fans are cheering for WARHORSE loudly, knowing he's in control. He climbs up to the top rope once more and waits for Wyatt to get up. Suddenly however, Cedric Alexander hops on the apron and shoves WARHORSE to the floor, WARHORSE crashing into the barricade on the way down. Cedric leaps off the apron to continue his attack as the ref calls off the match.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, WARHORSE!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Cedric Alexander is getting himself some retribution for that shattered picture frame earlier in the night.
Tom Phillips: That's certainly some big news but in bigger news, WARHORSE just defeated Bray Wyatt!
Corey Graves: It was disqualification Phillips clam down.
Tom Phillips: The history books will always show WARHORSE defeated Bray Wyatt.
Multiple refs come out from the back to try and pull Cedric away. Wyatt just stays in the ring laughing at the chaos while other refs check on WARHORSE and the show moves on.
The scene opens to a dark, unknown background. Staring down into the camera are the white eyes of Yusuke Kodama.
Kodama: Have you ever heard the saying, "the best way to predict the future is to invent it"? It's wrong.
Kodama's face forms into a sly smirk as he continues.
Kodama: Ever since I was an infant I had a connection with something. The same visions every time my eyes shut, dreams that would suddenly become realities within days. I know the future, my future. I utilize the future. I have placed myself in every situation I have needed to, interacted with the people I have needed to, avoided the people I have needed to... all for the coming months. The UWF that you see begin to change and form before your eyes is my brainchild. I hope you are ready to take a mystifying dive into my world.
Kodama's words echo and linger before the scene fades out.
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Becky Lynch and Sami Zayn are waiting with some gold over their shoulders.
Becky Lynch: What did we tell ya? We were gonna prove that we're the best tag team of all time. And as for these shiny things? Well let's just say he took a few prizes from the Young Bucks locker room after the match. Someone probably would have stopped us if they could but alas, no one has the balls to tell us what to do.
Sami Zayn: These titles, they're nothing to us. They're nothing to anyone but they're especially nothing to us. The Young Bucks, much like Larry Sweeney like to parade all these shiny toys like they're accomplishments. These are participation trophy's at best. And you know what we do with participation trophy's?
The camera zooms out to show a trash can in front of them.
Sami Zayn: We dispose of them. The same thing we're going to do to Sweet N' Sour at Slammaversary. Don't worry folks, soon those World Tag Team Championships will be back with mommy and daddy, and the world will be at peace.
Sami and Becky dump the titles in the trash can and walk off as the scene fades out.
The crowd funnels back in from the concession areas to take their seats for the main event. To their surprise, the first song to come through the speakers isn't one of the competitors in the marquee bout.
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. Bray then goes around the ring to the commentator's table. The three guys manning the desk back off, totally freaked out by him at first. His pleasant demeanor seems to subversive to be welcoming, but being consummate professionals, the fellas stick around to do their job.
Ranallo: Well uh... welcome to commentary, Bray Wyatt.
Wyatt: Oh thank you Mauro! I'm just here to watch my new friends compete in a great big match like this!
As the crowd settles in, Tony Chimel heads into the ring to make the introductions.
Chimel: The following is a tag team contest and is your Main Event of the evening!
The music and corresponding video explode from the staging area, and with it comes none other than Chris Jericho. Dressed in his spike studded jacket, and hat, Jericho makes his way to the ring.
Chimel: Introducing first... weighing in at 225 pounds... from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... Chris Jericho!
Jericho steps through the ropes and waits for his partner and opponents to arrive. 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.
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.
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 turns to Jericho, and the two have themselves a bit of a tense gameplanning session.
Ranallo: Another EC3 Special for tonight's main event with rivals teaming up to face rivals. Last week, Chris Jericho defeated AJ Styles and seems to have established himself as the enxt in line for the UWF Intercontinental Championship in doing so.
Phillips: There's definitely some unfinished business between these two men, but both are also former world champions here in the UWF and I'm sure they recognize how much a win here could mean.
Graves: That's an understatement. Putting down Suzuki and Shibata would give a lot of weight to AJ's claim that his title is the actual top belt in the company, while Jericho could immediately thrust himself into the world championship scene as well.
Wyatt: Oh boy! You fellas sure know your stuff. But I'd bet every last penny in the piggy bank that AJ Styles and Chris Jericho are in for a BIG surprise!
Tom scoots his chair just a few inches further away from Bray while Styles and Jericho look up the ramp, ready for action.
The booming sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a mixed reaction. Nobody is too sure what to make of the supposed physical moral compass Yusuke Kodama has labeled Shibata as now. The wrestler, king of monsters, whatever you call him, rushes out the curtains and intently makes his way to the ring.
Chimel: And their opponents... first, weighing in at 210 pounds... from Kuwama, Japan... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
He makes his way before the ring apron and similar to last week, returns to that long lost bow before the ring. He then makes his way up the steps before maneuvering into the ring as he stares at the men across from him, with a noticeable amount of contempt.
The crowd turns silent as the music of their world champion starts playing and he comes out of the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring and the UWF and UFC championships in his hand.
Chimel: From Yokohama Japan, standing at 5 foot 10 inches tall, weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC AND UWF heavyweight champion of the world, the baddest man on the planet... Minoru Suuuuzukiiii!!!
He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of some sick. weird insult to them.
KAZE NI NARE!!!
Suzuki poses before ditching the belts. He blows right past Shibata and goes to the apron, more than happy to let The Wrestler kick things off. Wyatt is on his feet, clapping for both men like he's their biggest fan. Meanwhile Styles and Jericho argue over who will start the contest. Jericho proposes, and then wins, a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to earn the honours. Chimel bails and with that, the Official calls for the bell!
VS
DING DING
Shibata's pace towards the center of the ring is methodical, almost tentative as he adopts a rigid and ready stance akin to something you might see in Muay Thai. Jericho circles around, looking to find an opening, but just when it seems like he's gonna shoot in, he turns his back on The Wrestler and faces the crowd. With arms extend, he offers up the glorious gift of himself.
"DRINK IT IN, MAN!"
The offer is open to everyone and earns a mixed reaction from the crowd. They still aren't too sure about what to make of Shibata and given their thoughts on the men on the apron, Jericho's might be the frontrunner in the popularity contest here. That said, Shibata isn't at all amused by the antics. He comes up behind Chris and spins him around, forcing a collar-and-elbow before shoving Y2J back towards the ropes. When spine meets cable, the Official steps in to break it up.
Ranallo: The mental and moral state of Katsuyori Shibata is a bit suspect at the moment, will we see a clean break here?
Graves: I don't think so. A tiger can't change it's stripes. You're telling me that a couple months away could just wash away the ruthless killer inside that man?
Wyatt: You're just ants at a picnic, Corey Graves. People chance all the time. Even the stubborn ones... sometimes you just have to help them.
Bray's last words come with a sinister chill that leaves an eerie quiet at the commentary table. Back in the ring, Shibata puts his hands up and steps away, evidently okay with the clean break. Jericho, however, isn't about to play so nice. He pie-faces Shibata, shoving his head away with an open palm. This draws some boos from the packed crowds. Shibata matches that furry and pounces on the attack, only to find a new from the Canuck placed right into his tummy.
Jericho follows up by swarming Katsuyori with a barrage of clubbing forearms that stagger the former champ. With his opponent doubled over, Jericho grabs the back of his head, goes for a bit of a run and then plants him with a Bulldog! As he lands right beside him, Chris is in prime position to try for a cover, and try he does!
1...
Shibata powers out emphatically at one. Jericho sits up and shrugs before shouting something derogatory at AJ Styles, who simply yawns in response. Shibata's partner has shown even less interest, and despite being a known cheat in tag team contests historically, made no effort to come in break up the pin. This doesn't go unnoticed by The Wrestler, who manages a quick glare back towards the home corner before Jericho flattens him with snappy Ensiguri.
Phillips: Nice shot from Jericho, there.
Graves: He's off to a good start. I'm sure he'd be glad to find some way to take out Shibata early and without AJ's help.
Ranallo: That's no easy feat, but as we saw in The Wrestler's main event match last week against Ultramantis Black, anything like that is possible.
Wyatt: Hey! I was there, too! I had lots of fun with little Despy that night.
Jericho pops up and immediately heads for the ropes, hopping up on to the second before flipping back to connect with a Lionsault on the downed Shibata. He lands his signature aerial maneuver flush, and stays on top for his second pin attempt of the night...
1...
2...
Shibata gets out in time, but it's close. Jericho shouts at the Ref, demanding to know if he even knows what number comes after three. The fifth man dismisses the protest so Chris just gets back to work, pulling his foe up before hooking on a chin lock. He drives his knee into Shibata's spine for good measure, really working that shin bone in fox maximum discomfort. Shibata grinds his teeth cause brother, that stuff hurts.
Jericho looks up at AJ as if to say "this is how it's done" and Styles looks back as if to respond "I don't care and also I hate you". Suzuki finally engages in the match and shouts something in his native Japanese. It doesn't sound very kind. But whatever it is does the trick. Shibata instantly gets fired up, finding the strength to push both he and Jericho to a vertical base.
YSJ tries to keep the hold on, but an elbow fired back into his solarplexus weakens his grip and Katsuyori escapes shortly thereafter. He then heads for the ropes, building up some momentum before running back across the ring. He blows past the Ayatollah of Rock n' Rolla, narrowly avoiding a clothesline before hitting the far ropes. This time, Jericho goes low, looking for a back body drop on the return. Shibata counters this with a running knee to the top of the the head.
Now that he's all woozy, Jericho is exposed to the dangers of Shibata's offense. The former world champ wheels him around, hooks the waist and snaps him back with a release German Suplex! Chris' shoulders bounce hard of the canvas and rolls over, scampering to his feet with all the grace of a punch drunk fool. Shibata pops up and clips him with a sudden Big Boot to put him down for real, and from there, he goes for a cover...
1...
2...
Jericho kicks out at two!
Graves: Close call for Jericho!
Ranallo: Shibata nearly had him after that Big Boot!
Wyatt stands up again, clapping and whistling theatrically for his new friend's success. Shibata shakes his head, trying to put Wyatt out of his mind so he can focus on the match. Suzuki snarls at Bray, but the host of the Firefly Funhouse either doesn't notice or doesn't care.
The Wrestler props Jericho up into a seated position and runs to the ropes again. A Penalty Kick misses its mark when Jericho drops back. Katsuyori goes past and Chris catches him there with a roll-up...
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2....
Shibata kicks out just after two and rolls away. Jericho does the same. Both men find themselves within arm's reach of their corners. The pride of Jericho relents as he rubs his chin, still sore form the Big Boot. He reluctantly tags in Styles, who propels himself over the top rope with just oodles of energy and zest. Vim and vigor. He points across the ring to Suzuki, demanding some champ-on-champ action. Shibata looks from Styles to his partner, then back again, then back again. He reaches over and slaps Suzuki's shoulder, allowing him into the contest as well. Minoru flares his nostrils and steps through the ropes, never turning down to chance to hurt somebody.
Phillips: Oh boy, here we go...
Ranallo: The UWF Champion facing off against the Intercontinental Champion. This a pay-per-view caliber clash any night of the week, anywhere in the world!
Wyatt: Su - Zu - Ki! Su - Zu - Ki! Su - Zu - Ki!
Wyatt attempts to start up a chant for his pal Minoru, even turning to fans in the front seated near the commentary table to conduct them along. It doesn't take. The UWF Universe has no live for the man they call "The Wind". Bray doesn't seem discouraged. Nobody can spoil his fun.
Styles and Suzuki circle each other - two alpha predators with supreme confidence, but an unadmitted respect for the others' game. A series of feints eventually gives way to an engagement, with Minoru sliding in and getting behind Styles to grab a waist lock. He hoists back, maybe looking for a German, but finds an elbow in his jaw instead. The Phenomenal One breaks loose, turns and tries for a Gamengiri. The Double Champ ducks the foot and watches AJ fall onto his stomach before grabbing him around the waist to go for a deadlift German.
The strength of the so-called Baddest Man on the Planet is immense, and surprising for someone his age. He brings AJ up and overhead with the ease of someone half his age and twice his size. But Styles manages to complete a flip in mid air to land on his feet behind his foe. Suzuki turns, gets his wrist grabbed, and whipped into the ropes. AJ catches him with an armdrag on the way back, flipping Minoru over on to the canvas. The UFC champs springs back up and delivers an identical maneuver when Styles rushes at him.
AJ pops right back to his feet and meets Minoru as the Suzuki-Gun leader comes in close. He once again goes to Irish Whip the Japanese Superstar, only to find a countering of weight and planting of feet reverse it. So Styles hits the ropes instead, and is victimized by a stunning dropkick coming back. Two boots his a mouthful of teeth and the IC Champ goes down. Suzuki tries for a cover...
1...
2...
Styles gets a shoulder up and rolls Suzuki over for a cover of his own!
1...
2...
Suzuki slips out and behind his opponent before slapping on a Rear Naked Choke!
Wyatt: Yowie Wowie! That AJ Styles is in trouble now!
Ranallo: Yes... indeed he is Bray. The Sleeper was the first and simplest finisher in this great sport of professional wrestling and I'd say that nobody does it better today than Minoru Suzuki.
Knowing the danger he's in, Styles hastily gets to his feet, even as Suzuki hangs on to the choke. There isn't much time before the Phenomenal One's lights go out, so he heads towards one of the neutral corners. Minoru attempts to pull him back to cut off the rope break, but Styles has something more spectacular in mind than simply escaping the submission.
The Intercontinental Champion runs up the turnbuckle and flips high over Suzuki's head, slipping out of the choke as he does so. He lands behind his opponent, pulls the head down and drops him with a Reverse DDT, keeping his rival champ planted while he attempts a pin...
1...
2...
Suzuki kicks out! Styles leaves him laying with a few hard forearms to the head and then goes back to the ropes. Jericho calls out for a tag but Styles ain't about to share any glory with Y2J - not when he has Suzuki right where he wants him.
AJ steps out on to the apron, grabs the top rope and slingshots himself on to it, looking to use the elastic bounce to assist in a humongous 450 Splash. When his heels land on that cable, though, he finds his balance thrown off by an irregular rattling. He looks see his own partner shaking the ropes, throwing off the move.
Phillips: Jericho just spoiled Styles' 450 Splash! That could have been the match ender!
Graves: Maybe he was just checking to make sure the ropes were right enough for AJ to do the move safely. A miscommunication, granted, but that's bound to happen with a new team. You don't have to assume the worst all the time, Phillips.
Phenomenal athlete that he is, Styles is able to land pretty gracefully on his feed. He turns to admonish Jericho, who puts his hands up innocently like he didn't do anything wrong. All of this gives Suzuki some time to sneak up behind AJ. Jericho just watches it happen, failing to give any verbal warning, but a look in Chris' eyes lets Styles know what's up. A leap of faith. A Pele Kick. His boot clips Minoru on the top of the head and sends the UWF Champ staggering backwards. Shibata catches him with a tag as soon as he's in range and comes back into the match.
The Wrestler swarms Styles, berating him with a nasty combination of fast strikes that leave him seeing stars. He then torpedo's AJ into the home corner of the Japanese competitors. Styles lands in the crux of the bottom ropes in a heap, setting him up for a the Delayed Dropkick. Shibata finds some speed, charges across the squared circle and soars to connect with both boots. The trademark offense earns him him most supportive pop of the night, something not lost on Shibata as he pauses to look out at the crowd. Suzuki capitalizes on this distraction and reaches over to tag himself back in, which, of course, doesn't sit well with Shibata.
Ranallo: Looks like some trouble in paradise over there.
Graves: They need to get on the same page. Quick tags and some coherence could seal the deal for their team.
Wyatt: That's it boys! There's no "I" in "TEAM"!
Shibata turns his back on Suzuki and picks Styles up to continue his offense, showing he's perfectly capable of handling things on his own. But Suzuki actually yanks AJ out his arms and throws him aside, getting right up in Katsuyori's face about it. The Official intervenes, pleading with Shibata to go back to the apron and play by the rules. A tense stare down ensues, but The Wrestler eventually relents. Suzuki smirks like a jerk before going back to play with his food.
But it's too late! Styles has had time to crawl back across the ring to Jericho, who's just waiting for that hot tag! The crowd can't help but get riled up to see Y2J get in there and mix it up with the UWF Champ. AJ reaches out and slaps his partner's hand, and Chris explodes the ropes, ready for a fight.
Phillips: To borrow a phrase, looks like business is about to pick up!
Ranallo: Jericho looks like a man possessed!
Jericho steps into the ring and is about to rush Suzuki...
And then Styles low-blows him from behind! The crowd instantly starts booing. It's in plain site of the Ref but technically, it isn't against the rules to attack your own teammate like that, so all Stripes can do is look mortified by the sin of it all. Styles laughs to himself, clutching some banged up ribs as he rolls out of the ring and heads towards the ramp, just done with this whole charade.
Ranallo: AJ Styles has just sabotaged and abandoned his partner! This is... this is unspeakable!
Graves: Hey, Jericho took the first shot when he shook the ropes.
Wyatt: Hmmph. How rude. Maybe I'll have to teach these guys a lesson in friendship someday, too.
Jericho is writhing in pain and totally exposed to the wrath of Suzuki. Minoru doesn't waste any time in picking him up, tucking the head and hooking the leg before nailing a deadly Gotch-Style Piledriver in the center of the ring. Chris' head bounces off the mat and Suzuki makes a cover. The Official is disgusted but makes the count regardless...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
MINORU SUZUKI AND KATSUYORI SHIBATA!
Styles disappears backstage while Jericho rolls out of the ring and Suzuki stands tall. Shibata enters the ring as well. At first the Official tries to raise their hands in victory, but soon realizes that they're not intending to celebrate together so he just gets the heck out of dodge.
Ranallo: An excellent main event was just spoiled by the unsportsmanlike conduct of AJ Styles.
Phillips: Winning a big match like this doesn't mean as much to him as evening some petty score against Chris Jericho.
Graves: Looks like our night is far from over though. Hey, where did Bray go?
Bray hustles into the ring and gets between Suzuki and Shibata as they are staring each other down. He grabs both of their arms and raises them in victory, helping them with their celebration. Wyatt is all smiles and sunshine, counter to the prevalent mood in the squared circle. He looks at his "friends" with curious eyes - like why aren't they enjoying the moment?
Shibata answers by smashing him across the face with an elbow! Wyatt stumbles back, dazed and confused, right into Suzuki, knocking the Champ off his feet. Shibata then goes right after Bray, landing a few more good shots while Bray turtles to avoid any damage. Once The Wrestler has him lying, he backs off a bit, looking to go after Suzuki. But Bray pop up with some inhuman resilience and then shoves his hand down Shibata's throat!
Ranallo: Wyatt with the Mandible Claw!
Graves: So much for everyone getting along.
Wyatt chokes Shibata out, initially with anger all over his mug but that quickly fades into a soft, paternal smile, which then bleeds into some strange laughter. Shibata struggles but the hold is applied forcefully, and coming right off a match, he doesn't have much strength to resist. Shibata's attempts to escape become more feeble until he finally loses consciousness.
Phillips: This is... disturbing.
Ranallo: It is. It really is.
Bray shows no signs of letting go, but finds himself forced off of Katsuyori but an unlikely rescuer. Suzuki pulls Wyatt with an arm wrapped around the neck, using a Sleeper hold to subdue Bray before turning him around and delivering a brutal Gotch-Style Piledriver to him. He seems to execute this one more emphatically than ever, perhaps as retribution for what was done to El Desperado.
Minoru Suzuki then stands up to tower over the bodies of his contenders, snarling down at Katsuyori Shibata and Bray Wyatt's unconscious husks as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Dangerous Tekkers vs Dunne & Galloway - Dresden
Dynamic Duo vs Young Bucks - Dresden/Crann
Hornswoggle vs Kross - Bodor
WARHORSE vs Wyatt, Cassidy vs Mysterio - Danny
Jericho/Styles vs Suzuki/Shibata - Fauche
