Post by Danny on Dec 3, 2020 16:52:11 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, Chris Jericho faces Minoru Suzuki.
Corey Graves: Also in tag team action, the Dangerous Tekkers face the team of H.I.T.
Tom Phillips Cedric Alexander and WARHORSE go up against Killer Kross and Rey Mysterio.
Mauro Ranallo: AJ Styles will face Hornswoggle in a non-title bout.
Corey Graves: Becky Lynch will tangle with Asuka.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Katsuyori Shibata versus Bray Wyatt.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, In tag team action, Time Machine takes on D&G and that match starts right now!
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As Ikemen's theme hits the arena, he bursts out the curtains in absolute wonderful ball of joy. He just looks amazed at the setting he's in as he waves to the crowd. He does his signature jacket pose about a hundred times as he makes his way down the entrance ramp.
The hook to Ikemen's theme hits and that welcomes the chants from the crowd. I-KE-MEN! I-KE-MEN! I-KE-MEN! Ikemen looks just absolutely floored to hear his name being chanted as he claps along with the crowd. When he finally makes it down to the apron, he looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ring, then looks at the crowd, then looks at the ri.. oh! He's making his way out into the crowd. He's jogging a whole lap around the building high fiving as many people as he can as the crowd continue to chant for him. He's joggin... and joggin... and joggin. and high-fivin, high-fivin, high-fivin. It's taking a while but Ikemen is finally coming to the end of his lap. He high-fives one last person and he's done it! He then looks at the ring once again, and hops right up on the apron... he takes it all in before entering the ri-oh... nevermind. He's sprinting back out into the crowd! He hasn't gotten enough high-fives I guess. He gets about a dozen more of those bad boys before once again heading back to the ring and up the apron.
He does his lovable little jacket pose as he climbs to the top rope, looking far and wide.
As the cameras begin to flash however, the lights begin to dim... Ikemen's theme ceases to make sound and instead a new sound creeps into the arena...
An eerie atmosphere takes over the arena and a light fog begins to crowd the entrance ramp. The vocals begin to set in and a figure emerges from the fog... the Dreamcatcher, Yusuke Kodama.
Kodama slowly begins to make his way to the ring, grinning at the fans around him who appear to be a slight bit creeped out. Ikemen on the other hand feels differently, gleefully awaiting his "friend"s presence as the music begins to transition into a booming sound. Before entering the ring, Kodama takes time to scan the crowd, sense their feelings, and smile over his effect on them. He then slithers into the ring, slyly grinning up at Ikemen.
The unlikely duo then gather in a corner, awaiting the contest to begin.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Galloway charges across the ring with a Running Rising Knee, knocking Ikemen into the corner as he starts laying into his chest with vicious chops. Kodama tries to intervene but Dunne grabs him and throws him over the top rope, following after him as the two men begin to brawl. In the ring, Ikemen ducks one of Drew’s chops and runs out of the corner, connecting with a Pele’ Kick to the back of the head as the big man now finds himself in the corner. Galloway turns around as Ikemen connects with a Running Body Splash, then turns as he’s backing away and goes for a Bulldog but Drew pushes free and Ikemen hits his tailbone on the mat before staggering a few steps, the angry Scotsman nearly taking his head off with a Lariat to the back of the skull.
Drew grabs Ikemen by the back of the neck and stands him up, turning him around but as he does, Ikemen spits in his eyes. Blinded, Galloway is vulnerable as Ikemen delivers a Superkick to the abdomen followed by a Step-Up Enziguiri when Drew hunches over. Still on his feet but staggering, the big man remains open as Ikemen connects with a European Uppercut as Drew whips up and backward, Ikemen running to the other side of him to catch him on his way to the mat with a Cutter. Ikemen now starts putting the boots to his downed opponent as suddenly, Galloway sits up and shoots him an incensed look, Ikemen freezing mid-stomp.
Tom Phillips: Well that put an end to things quickly.
Mauro Ranallo: Ikemen looks like he’s seen a ghost!
Corey Graves: Ikemen might end up a ghost if Galloway gets a hold of him!
Drew climbs to his feet as Ikemen goes for a Pump Kick but Drew smacks his leg away with his arm and connects with a Glasgow Kiss. Dazed, Ikemen can’t defend himself as Galloway places his head between his legs and hoists him up quickly, connecting with a Jackknife Powerbomb. Ikemen gets up after impact and tells Drew he wants more, and this angers him as he charges Ikemen but Ikemen sidesteps and connects with a Drop Toe Hold, Drew immediately trying to get up but Ikemen runs forward, grabbing him on the way as he connects with the Bulldog this time.
Galloway pounds the mat and climbs to his feet as Ikemen is standing there, telling him to bring it. Drew feigns going for a punch, stopping short of connecting, and brings his knee up into the gut of his opponent instead. As Ikemen hunches over, Drew grabs him around the midsection and hoists him up, dropping him with a Gutwrench Jackknife Powerbomb! As Ikemen lands, Drew bends down and grabs him again by the sides, hoisting him up and letting him slide so that Drew’s hands are under his arms, as Drew connects with a Cross Powerbomb, modifying it so that Ikemen is dropped on his head as he tumbles legs over head, landing on his feet as Galloway connects with a vicious Claymore!
Tom Phillips: What a sickening sequence!
Mauro Ranallo: I hope Ikemen has a good chiropractor.
Corey Graves: Time Machine needs to build one and travel back to try and prevent that dominance!
Galloway puts one foot on Ikemen’s chest as he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
When it seems like it’s all over but the crying, Ikemen grabs Drew’s foot and shifts it to the side off of him. Ikemen rolls backward, landing on his feet as he stands up and immediately kicks the big man in the side of the leg. He continues with the kicks like he’s trying to chop down a mighty oak tree as Drew goozles him suddenly with both hands and hoists him up, holding him there as his legs kick at the air. After a moment of this, Galloway plants him into the mat with a Chokebomb, going for the cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Ikemen continues to be the man that won’t quit as he kicks out, Drew getting up angrily and creating some distance between them. Ikemen gets to his feet, albeit with wobbily legs, as his opponent charges him. Ikemen leaps up and connects with a Standing Dropkick as Galloway falls to the mat. Both men get up as Ikemen connects with another Standing Dropkick, then the sequence repeats and Ikemen connects with a third. As both men get up again, Ikemen connects with a Spinning Backfist to the side of the head and begins lighting into the chest of his opponent with alternating palm strikes.
Drew goes for a Glasgow Kiss in the midst of it but Ikemen grabs his head to stop it, then connects with the Not-So-Stiff Headbutt and a double-handed palm strike as Drew is sent backward into the ropes. As Galloway comes off the ropes, Ikemen leaps up and catches him across the front of the neck, using his leg to connect with a Lariat as the big man is taken off his feet. Ikemen lands next to where Drew is lying and starts kicking him in the side until the big man sits up again, much like he did earlier in the match.
Tom Phillips: Ikemen may be about to leave the driver’s seat again.
Mauro Ranallo: It’s amazing how much punishment these two are dealing out and just keep on coming at each other!
Corey Graves: If I was Ikemen, I’d run.
Galloway gets up and Ikemen tries to run past him but Drew grabs him and applies a Bearhug. As he’s squeezing the life out of Ikemen, suddenly he’s cracked across the back with something.
Tom Phillips: It’s Taichi with the microphone stand!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners as the result of a disqualification, the team of Drew Galloway and Pete Dunne!
Galloway puts Ikemen down and falls to his knees as Taichi scrambles from the ring. Dunne enters to check on Drew and even Time Machine look concerned as Revolution continues.
The titantron switches to a live feed from backstage. Our setting is a familiar one - the tidy office of Palmer Cannon, desk, potted plants, upcoming pay-per-view poster framed on the wall - classic. The well-dressed, mild-mannered, pencil-pusher is busy at work on his laptop when an e-mail alert dings.
DING
Like some kinda sicko, Palms actually smiles excitedly as he opens that sucker up. His eyes scan the memo, darting side-to-side, each pass taking that smirk down a notch until it's a look of absolute dread.
Unwelcomedly, the door is knocked off its hinges by three intruders barging in.
Sweeney: Now you listen to me and you listen good, Cannon! We've had up to here with the Dynamic Dimwits and their little shenanigans! You know what this place is missing? Justice! We're in sore need of some law and order around here. Those gingerbread schmucks shanghai'd our UWF World Tag Team Championship title belts and we want 'em back, tonight! A-S-A-P, capiche!
Asuka: Asuka mo donatte imasu!
Kyle kicks over a potted plant to show how serious they are. Palmer looks at the ruined plant, then at Kyle towering over it, then to Asuka, and finally Larry, who doubles down.
Sweeney: So what exactly do you plan to do about it, huh?
Cannon: You're asking what exactly I plan to do about it?
Sweeney: Yeah, that's right pal! You heard me!
Kyle cracks his knuckles then, true to his name, punches a hole through the drywall. Palmer takes a deep, deeeeeeeeeeep breath, and then brother, he lets it all out.
Cannon: WHAT I PLAN TO DO ABOUT IT IS TELL YOU... YOU... YOU JABRONIES TO GET THE H-E-DOBULE-HOCKEY STICKS OUT OF MY - YES MMMMMY - OFFICE.
FOR SEVEN MOTHER FLIPPING YEARS I HAVE HAD TO PUT UP WITH INTRUSIONS AND INTERUPTIONS AND IGNORANCE FROM A WHOLE PARADE OF YOU JUICED UP GORILLA IDIOTS. EVERY PUFFED UP MELODRAMA, EVERY IMAGINED SLIGHT, EVERY FICTION AND THE FALLOUT FROM IT ALL GETS HEAPED UP ON MY DESK LIKE DOG CRAP IN A PAPER BAG ON THE FRONT PORCH BY JUVENILLE PUNKS. I HAVE BEEN PHYSICALLY ASSAULTED. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED. MY SCREEN WRITING CAREER WAS SABOTAGED. I THINK I WAS EVEN POSSESSED BY AN AZTEC BLOOD GOD FOR A WHILE.
AND FOR WHAT? WHY? WHY ME? YOU GOONS, STEEN, OMEGA, THE YOUNG BUCKS, THE PROLETARIAT BOAR OF MOLDOVA, KENNEDY, HORNSWOGGLE, KENDRICK, LONDON... AND MY GOODNESS, WORST OF ALL, MIZ AND MORRISON... YOU ALL THINK I'M SOMETHING I'M NOT - SOMEONE WHO CARES. SOMEONE WHO WOULD HELP EVEN IF THEY COULD. BUT I'M NOT. THAT'S NOT MY JOB HERE. I DON'T FIX THE PERCIEVED PROBLEMS OF YOU PRIM AND PRISSY DIVAS. DOES IT SAY TALENT RELATIONS ON MY DOOR? NO! NOT THAT YOU COULD TELL BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN, YOU'VE BROKEN IT. DID YOU I GET CHARGED FOR THOSE? THESE ARENAS ARE RENTALS! THE OFFICE CHANGES EVERY WEEK, BUT THE SONG AND DANCE IS ALWAYS THE SAME. YOU BARGE IN AND YOU STORM OUT! WELL I'M THROUGH WITH IT! NOT TONIGHT! NO... TONIGHT! TONIGHT I'M STORMING OUT! GOOD RIDDANCE!
Palmer powers right past Sweet n' Sour Inc. as he marches out the door and down the hall in a huff. The three of them share confused stares and shrugs.
Sweeney: Sheesh-kabob, who pissed in his cornflakes?
KO'R: Wait... so what does he do here?
Sweeney: Beats me.
Asuka: Look! See!
Asuka has snooped on over to Palmer's laptop. She spins it around so that the boys can read the email that ruined Cannon's whole evening.
Sweeney: It's from that Scoops McCallahan broad... says... "I finally know your secret. All will be revealed next week. I, and by extension the practice of investigative journalism, win."
Larry looks at Asuka. Asuka looks at Kyle. Kyle looks at Larry. Then back again. They can't believe it! Nobody can! Finally, Scoops has cracked the case! After all these years, she's finally going to expose Palmer Cannon and tell the world what his job at the UWF is!
Sweeney: Unbelievable!
Asuka: Fukanōna!
KO'R: Wait... who the frick is Scoops McCallahan?
The scene instantly cuts to black and Revolution continues elsewhere!
Suddenly we see the Warhorse fade into the scene, a cameraman following as he walks down the hall. Stomping with the power of a million horses.
WARHORSE: WHERE IS HE…
He kicks open the locker room door, looking in, seeing Cedric sitting there minding his own business on his phone.
WARHORSE: HEY, BUD.
Cedric Alexander: You’ve got a helluva lot of nerve coming in here after what you’ve done.
WARHORSE: PERHAPS. I JUST WANTED TO REMIND YOU THAT OUT THERE IT’S A TEAM AND A SQUAD. NO LONE WOLF. NO TRIUMPHANT HERO. THEY’RE DOMINANT PEOPLE, THEY’LL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT.
Cedric Alexander: Oh yeah? Who you telling because I’m not listening frankly because I don’t need to hear shit from you, brother. I know what I’m going to do out there, win, because hell I’ve got a chip on my shoulder and you’re to blame for it. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind on not kicking yo’ ass.
WARHORSE: PFT, WHATEVER BROTHER. ALL I’M SAYING IS I CAN AND WILL BE OF USE TO YOU IN BETWEEN THOSE ROPES. GRUDGE OR NOT.
Cedric Alexander: Are you deaf? Was the HEAVY METAL music too loud one day? I don’t want to hear it. I don’t and I won’t. I pick my battles fairly, I don’t need your cheap shot tactics.
WARHORSE: CHEAP SHOT? WHO DO YOU THINK I AM, TWINKLE SHOES? I’M AS RAW AND CLEAN AS YOU BROTHER, NAME ONE THING THAT I’VE-
Cedric Alexander: You know what, now get out of my sight before you get got.
WARHORSE: FUCK YOU, MAN, I’M OUT HERE GRAFTING AND ALL I GET IS DISRESPECT. SEE YOU OUT THERE SMALL CHEESE.
Warhorse storms out of the door slamming the door hard enough for it to swing back open again. Cedric looks back down towards his phone uttering under his breath.
Cedric Alexander: Ass clown, I’m probably the same height as his rusty nail lookin’ ass.
We head elsewhere.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
Oh snap! It's these guys again! The Pink storms out on to the ramp, but instead of their usual fun selves, they're all business tonight. Notable differences include Asuka leading the charge and Larry and Kyle missing their UWF World Tag Team Championship belts because The Dynamic Duo stole them on Revolution. The jerks. Anyway, Asuka still has here UWF Transatlantic Championship belt and she's wearing it proud en route to the squared circle.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Kyle O’Reilly and Larry Sweeney. From Osaka, Japan. Weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds. She is the Transatlantic Champion, Asuka!
The Empress of Tomorrow aka The SLUMLORD aka The Spanish Princess steps up through the ropes and takes control of the center of the ring, commanding the respect, awe and admiration of the sold-out crowd with her inimitable charisma and and charm as the boys remain ringside and she gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent...
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: Being accompanied to the ring by Sami Zayn. From Dublin, Ireland. Weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is one half of The Dynamic Duo, Becky Lynch!
The Dynamic Duo come out from the back wearing the stolen tag titles and 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 with Sami remaining ringside and Becky sliding into the ring. She poses on the turnbuckle while still bobbing her head to the music. She jumps down and gets ready for the match next.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, the two women immediately spring into action as they both lunge forward and start peppering each other with hard rights. Becky blocks one and then delivers a Headbutt, pulling Asuka in and connecting with a T-Bone Suplex near the ropes, Asuka going over the top and managing to land on the apron, putting her arms behind her to grab the ropes. As she turns around, Becky takes a swing but her opponent ducks down and lunges forward through the opening between the top and middle rope, her shoulder connecting with Lynch’s abdomen. Asuka then hops up on the middle rope and jumps, clearing the top rope and hooking Becky’s head, turning and planting her with a sickening twist into a DDT.
Upon impact, Becky pops up as Asuka leaps up and connects with a Basement Dropkick to the upper body, sending her into the ropes. As Lynch comes off the ropes, Asuka leaps at an angle, looking for a Cross Body but, “The Man” catches her and reverses into a Backbreaker over her planted knee. Asuka rolls off of Becky’s knee onto her hands and knees as she begins to rise to her feet, Lynch throwing a kick to the chest but the, “Slumlord” catches it and pulls, causing Becky to whiplash against the mat as Asuka leaps, floating over and rolling her opponent up.
ONE!
NO!
Becky pushes Asuka off of her to the side, breaking up the pinning predicament as Asuka turns and puts her hands on the mat, catching herself as she straightens to a vertical base. Becky delivers a Toe Kick to the abdomen and, as Asuka hunches over, brings her fists together and swings downward, crashing down on the back of Asuka’s head with a Double Axe Handle as Asuka now finds herself curled up with her forehead to the mat, Lynch jumping up and connecting with a Double Foot Stomp to the back of the head and neck.
With Asuka now laid out flat, Becky rolls her over and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Asuka gets the shoulder up like she’s snapping out of a deep sleep because someone told her a tenant’s rent was late. Becky creates some distance as Asuka returns to a vertical base, the two women having a stare down before they lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. As they lock up, Asuka connects with a knee to the solar plexus and pulls Becky into a Side Headlock before performing a Bulldog. After impact, Asuka turns and charges her opponent but Lynch takes her down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts hammering away with punches.
“The Slumlord” does her best to cover up but Becky is attacking from all angles with both fists. Asuka suddenly throws her arms up and outward, smacking Becky’s arms away as she unleashes the Green Mist from her mouth into the eyes of, “The Man”!
Tom Phillips: Oh my!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Becky Lynch has just been blinded!
Corey Graves: Don’t any of these Sweet ‘n Sour dopes know how to fight fair?
As Becky clutches her face, she tries to keep a vertical base but Asuka comes off the ropes and connects with Overdue Rent, knocking Lynch off her feet. Sami, having seen enough, climbs up onto the ring apron but is reprimanded by the referee as the two men argue, Zayn trying his hardest to get past and enter the ring. Meanwhile, the, “Empress of Tomorrow” is stomping away at her opponent, seemingly having the time of her life. After several connect, Asuka leans down and grabs Becky, leading her to her feet, but then Becky connects with a forearm to the face and grabs Asuka’s head, connecting with a Sitout Facebuster.
Becky rolls Asuka over and climbs into the mount as she starts laying in the punches again. After a moment, Lynch stands up and just looks down at Asuka before dropping a knee directly onto the arm. Asuka cries out in pain as Becky is up to a vertical base again, stomping away at the arm. Becky now seizes the arm, grabbing it and dragging Asuka along the mat to the nearest corner. With the arm still held, Becky climbs up to the middle rope and jumps off, slamming the arm into the mat and landing on it at the same time as Asuka pulls her arm in close to herself and writhes in pain.
Lynch kicks her in the head to make her lay flat and rolls her over, grabbing the injured arm and applying the Disarmer!
Tom Phillips: We may see a submission here!
Mauro Ranallo: You’d have thought the mist to the eyes would’ve slowed Becky down but it seems to have fueled her fire.
Corey Graves: Of course it did! There’s no deterring The Dynamic Duo!
Asuka has no choice but to tap out as the Sweet ‘n Sour boys can’t believe it.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner as the result of a submission, Becky Lynch!
The Dynamic Duo celebrate together as they head up the ramp, stolen titles still in tow, as Sweeney and Kyle tend to Asuka as Revolution continues.
The scene opens up in a bar somewhere around the arena, a group of four men has their backs turned to the camera, it doesn't seem like they notice it as one man is telling a story
??: And then I told him "if you like how your face looks you better pay up bastard!"
the group erupts in laughter and as they laugh they turn around to the camera and reveal themselves...
Out of the four, Yoshinobu Kanemaru is the first to get his laughter under control and notice the camera
Yoshinobu Kanemaru: What do you want? get lost!
In one swift motion Kanemaru grabs the bottle closest to him, smashes it over the table, and threatens the cameraman with it! today he woke up and chose violence
Taichi: Get him Nobu.
4th Japanese man that no one knows: Wait, Zack, Taichi, look at his shirt it, isn't this logo the one from that company you wrestle for? how's it called again UWA? UVF?
Kanemaru doesn't listen to the nobody and starts advancing towards the cameraman, urging him to take a step back but before things can escalate further Zack intervens
ZSJ: Bloody hell Nobu is stabbing your first reaction when meeting new people? let's see if what's his name is right
Nobu backs off but keeps his eyes locked on the camera as Zack takes a step forward to take a better look at the cameraman's shirt and immediately loses his balance and almost falls down
Cameraman:Looks like you had a bit too much to drink tonight, maybe you'll want to dial it down considering you have a match with the Heros in Training?
The group look at each other, then burst out laughing even louder than before, 4th man is the first to get back to his senses but that only comes after a solid minute of laughing
4th Japanese man that no one knows: See I knew he was from your company, how else would he have known about your match?
Taichi: Don't be an idiot everyone knows about our matches we're the fucking Dangerous Tekkers, and we'll beat those Hippies in Therapy no matter how drunk we are.
ZSJ: Yes! in fact, I'm willing to bet this will be our easiest match ever! cheers for our upcoming victory!
Zack grabs the nearest bottle that Kanemaru hasn't shattered and downs it all, the other three men follow and soon they are back to their chatting and ignoring the cameraman and so the image slowly turns black and we continue with normal programming
We head back down to the ring where Hornswoggle is coming out from under the ring, getting ready for his upcoming match.
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
Swoggle climbs up to the top turnbuckle and yells for AJ to bow to his king. Styles can only laugh as he walks up to the man and stands right in his face. Swoggle is having none of this insolence and so he straight backhands Styles! AJ looks off in the distance. The gall of this man to slap him like he's nothing. AJ turns back to face him and gets in his face but Swoggle simply slaps him again! This pisses off AJ who simply palms Swoggle's face and shoves him backwards, the little bastard tumbling all the way down to the floor below!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh come on now, that's just uncalled for.
Corey Graves: Uncalled for? He slapped the Intercontinental Champion in the face. Twice!
Tom Phillips: He was just have some fun at AJ's expense.
Corey Graves: How about I slap you in the face Phillips. All in good fun!
The ref is on the outside and checks on Swoggle. AJ tries to exit the ring to keep the fight going but the ref orders him to stop and wait in the ring. Swoggle looks like he's responsive and he tries to crawl under the ring. Styles is having none of that though and he moves past the ref and grabs Hornswoggle's leg. He drags him back out and lifts him up upside down as if shaking a kid for their lunch money in a cartoon. Little gold coins actually do end up falling out and Styles stops for a moment to look them over. He drops Swoggle on the apron and picks up one of the coins and admires it. Swoggle however stands up and jumps off the apron, connecting with the phenomenal forearm! Styles goes down like a sack of potatoes but Swoggle can't possibly pick him up and throw him back into the ring and so he just slides in himself and tells the ref to count him out.
Mauro Ranallo: What a shock to his ego this will be if AJ Styles loses to Hornswoggle via the Phenomenal Forearm!
Corey Graves: There's no way that's going to happen. Get back in there and kick his ass AJ!
The ref has reached a count of 5 when Styles starts to stir. He's up and in the ring by 7 but as he's sliding it, Swoggle runs over and starts hammering away at him with some punches. AJ is easily able to fight through the hits and he shoves the little man away. The self proclaimed king ain't taking that sort of disrespect so he walks over and kicks Styles right in the shin as he's getting up. AJ hops on one leg while holding the other but another kick to the shin drops him flat on his ass! Swoggle runs right at him and connects with a sliding forearm to knock AJ on his back. This allows Swoggle to walk to the ropes right by them. He bounce on the bottom rope and essentially springboards into a turnaround splash! He makes the cover!
1 . . .
Styles kicks out right away! AJ is looking mighty pissed as he gets right back up. He's got a limp in his step and Swoggle knows this. It looks like he's going for some Sweet Shin Music but Styles simply leaps over him. When Swoggle turns around, AJ has backflipped for the pele kick. Muscle memory kicked in and Styles ends up overshooting the target and lands awkwardly on the way down. He tries to pick himself up off the mat but Swoggle has grabbed his leg and places him in the calf killer!
Tom Phillips: This is it! He's been working on the leg all match long!
Corey Graves: Will you shut up Phillips! This is down right embarrassing. What will it take for this clown to get fired!
Styles tries to reach back and grab Swoggle but he's far too small for his hand to actually reach him. Luckily there's not too much pressure and AJ is able to pick himself up and basically shake his leg free. Swoggle looks up like a scared dog knowing he's in trouble. He tries to run out of the ring but AJ grabs him from behind and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Swoggle is trying to kick himself free but AJ brings him down onto his knee with the fireman's carry neckbreaker! Hornswoggle looks out of it and AJ makes the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Swoggle kicks out! AJ looks shocked as does the crowd but they start cheering for the little bastard. While he may be a vile person, they still appreciate his heart and fight. AJ however is having none of this. He just starts stomping away at Swoggle, forcing the ref to pull him off Styles puts his hands up and backs off before getting a smart idea. He exits out onto the apron and just patiently waits as Hornswoggle gets back up to his feet. We all see where this is going as AJ springboards into the ring and connects with a basement Phenomenal Forearm! Swoggle is out like a light and AJ stands up and places his foot over Swoggle to make the pin.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, AJ Styles!
The ref checks on Swoggle while Styles does give him a second thought. Happy to have dealt with him he looks towards the future, his match with Chris Jericho as the show moves on.
We enter the Firefly Funhouse as Bray Wyatt smiles wide.
Bray Wyatt: Hi there boys and girls, and welcome: TO THE FIIIIIIREFLYYYYY FUUUUUUNHOUSE! *Yaaaaay* Boy howdy is it good to see ya’ll again. Now I’m sorry I couldn’t be here on the last Revolution, I had to get all my ducks in a row, have a couple meetings, make sure the Funhouse was ready for what’s to come. So I hope that other guy didn’t scare any of ya’ll off or anything, he’s always been a little
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She taught me from a very young age, that the rattlesnakes skin is the same color as the leaves. She taught me the evils of the world, the way it all worlds and the way the Earth itself cycles. That men women and children will condemn you if you set the fire, but the fires were our friends too…For the farmer will look fondly upon the fire when it is burning down his spoiled crops because he knows that is how to allow them to rise again. The world must be burned down so that it can be Reborn, do you think lil ole Bray Wyatt is here fresh from the crop. Naaaah man I have lived a thousand lives, I am a thousand truths, I am The Eater of Worlds and the Angel in the Dirt. I am Samael, and I am the man with Whole damn world in his hands. Her Touch could save the world, but her kiss…burned it to the ground…I’ve tried to restore the good in this world but now we rebuild in my image. Run…RUN…R-
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Out there hahahaha. I mean I love the guy but mi hermano is a little loco, HA, but he’s a Necessary Evil. That’s what people like Shibata and Suzuki don’t understand, Life is about balance and we need all our friends here in the Firefly Funhouse no matter how bad they were or are. Just as much as we need…H̵̱̠̋͗̄ͅì̷͍̣̺m̷̬͈̂…But enough about those Sour Pusses, I’m here to bring Fun into the UWF and what better way than to start here…and now that we’re here, I think we should make up for lost time and RE-HE-HEALLY have some fun by diving into the Firefly Funhouse TOY BOX! *Yaaaay*
A graphic transitions us to Bray Wyatt standing beside a big box with “toys” written on it.
Let’s take a little Looksey inside shall we, because I've borrowed a new toy and It's my new favorite. Oooh what’s this?
YOWIE WOWIE, This thing looks like a lotta fun. Never been one for these kinda toys though, I always found they take a lot of the personal touch outta the fun of playing. Know whata mean, hahaha
Bray tosses the samoan cane knife to one side and then rummages around in the box some more before pulling out a mirror and looking into it and wiping his finger across his eyebrow putting on a face.
Oooh, ya know ever since I’ve been working out and doing my muscle man dances every day, I gotta say that I’ve been quite the Dashing lad don’t ya’ll think? *Stock whistle sound* Maybe I’ll try modelin, wonder if Breezy knows anyone? Hahaha, It really is difficult to be this good lookin.
Bray throws the mirror over his shoulder as a loud stock sound effect of a crash is heard while Bray looks into his box again, he starts chuckling and looking up at the camera as if he found something he shouldn't have.
Oopsie doopsie what is that doing in there? Ya know, I feel real sorry for what I did Suzuki taking away your mouthpiece like that. But I hope you understand that it wasn't mine or your fault, I wanted to make sure you came out and showed yourself more because it offset your status quo. But I will admit I did go a little....Overboard, but that's only because he kept mentioning...H̵̬̤̬̑i̵͕̍̿m̸̦̦̊̀....and I warned him not to do that and he just haha...he just kept doing it...at that point it's not really anyones fault but his. Isn't it?
As Bray stares into the camera and the music swells, he chuckles to himself and non-chalantly tosses the mask to the floor before he goes into the box once more and gets a big smile on his face as he finds what he’s looking for. Pulling out the UWF Championship
Now now now, what could this be. Why…This is the UWF Championship! Wow, I can’t believe ole Minoru Suzuki would be so careless as to misplace this beauty. But I mean he wasn’t even worried about taking care of his bestest buddy so of course he’d be careless with his toys, and that’s why I got it. I mean for one Katsuyori and Minoru have had their fun with this the past year so I was a little jelly and impatient so I thought I’d borrow it a little sooner than expected, but for two…I was a little well…Upset. See while this has had some Fun players in the past, I feel like it has been a VERY loooong time since someone appreciated this fully. People have carried it around as a Trinket, as a fashion statement, as a prize, as a trophy, as a leather belt. The UWF Championship has been just the thing you wanna get cause….everyone else wants it. But when that’s your only reason for wanting something, once you get it…it becomes boring to you in a sense. I haven’t held a toy like this in a long time, I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve deserved not to play with stuff as Fun as these for a long time.
Bray looks down at the stolen championship longingly, as if transfixed by the gold for a moment as he continues to speak in a low town as if whispering to the title itself now.
But it’s that very denial…that time apart…that’s made me appreciate it like no one has in years. Suzuki stomps on it, Shibita lays it on the floor, but I…I have such FUN games planned for this. So I’m ready to go beyond what both of them think themselves capable of, to have my fun.
Bray pauses again, before he looks up and pops a great big smile on his face.
Shibata is always so serious, Suzuki is always so Angry, but those things are not the basis on which to build a foundation on. Shibata is fighting to be Grumpy longer? Suzuki is gonna give his all so he can be miserable some more? But me…I’m willing to do anything for my fun. And imma show Shibata that Personally tonight, he wanted to target me and my Funhouse on his grand return. So tonight he gets my full undivided attention…You may travel the world End to End, but you’ll find no greater joy than to find a new Friend. But that’s all the time we have this time…Now remember my fireflies, I will always light the way and all you have to do…is Let Me in….Byeeeee See ya!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
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
Tony Chimel: And Introducing his partner...
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, HE TURNS AROUND TO FACE CEDRIC WHO'S HAVING NONE OF THIS HEADBANGING STUFF WHAT A NERD, SURELY THE WARHORSE WON'T LET HIM START THIS OUTING
Tony Chimel: And Introducing the first of their opponents...
Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mixed reaction with mostly boos.
Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's superheroes 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.
Tony Chimel: And Introducing his partner, the UWF television 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 and his title and gives them both to the timekeeper, making sure he knows what will happen to him if something happens to them. He stops dead center in the ring and backs into his team's corner to discuss who will start.
Tom Phillips: These competitions in this match don't exactly get along with their partners tonight do they
Corey Graves: Of course not Phillips it's the EC3 special, where foe becomes friend, betrayals are often the case and everything can happen!
Mauro Ranallo: Even Cedric and WARHORSE getting along?
Corey Graves: Let's stay within the reasonable realm here Mauro.
Yeah, Mauro what kinda idea is that? can't you see that they're still arguing whilst the other team has decided that Mysterio will be the one to start this? I think they might need some help, and they get that in the form of a Killer Kross double clothesline! the thicc TV champ drops both men with his massive arms then randomly picks Warhorse and kicks him out of the ring then rolls out of it himself, shooting a sinister grin to Mysterio but the superhero doesn't do anything, finally, the ref calls for the bell
DING DING DING!
Mysterio, the gentleman that he is, waits for Cedric to get back to his feet before starting the match, the high flyer doesn't take long and before you can say "The Hurt Business is one of the best things WWE has done in a while" he's up and shaking Mysterio's hand who's apologizing for the incident before they get to bashing each other in the face, but before that, they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and initially Cedric manages to get the upper hand with a headlock but Mysterio's been doing this thing for ages he knows what to do, he punches a few holes in Cedric' gut before forcing both of them into the ropes behind them, there Mysterio sends Cedric to the opposite side and when he rebounds he leapfrogs over him, he rebounds again but this time Mysterio drops down but Cedric skips over him, bad idea as when his back meets the ropes again it also meets a kick courtesy of Killer Kross!
Mauro Ranallo: Come on! Killer Kross has attempted nothing by cheap shots so far he should at least get a warning.
Corey Graves: I didn't know you were so trigger-happy Mauro, let Kross play his game!
Mauro may let him play his game but the ref wouldn't, he scolds Kross for being a mean bean but while doing so, WARHORSE sneaks up on the Television champion and pulls him down so he'll slam his head on the apron! dazed from bonking the steel Kross is at WARHORSE's mercy who takes a few steps back and drops him with a big boot! it's now his turn to get a scolding and unlike Kross he actually listens and returns to his post, yelling some inaudible stuff on his way there, WARHORSE ain't the only sneaky guy around as while that was going on Mysterio snuck on Cedric, and now rolls him up!
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WARHORSE came in to break up the pin! he stays in to stomp a few mudholes through Mysterio but midway through Cedric interrupts him telling him that he would have kicked out and he didn't need his help, the ass ruler starts arguing but realizes this shit ain't worth it and returns to the apron so Cedric could get back to work, he picks up Mysterio and picks him up in th Fireman's Carry looking for who knows what but as he goes to throw the luchador, Rey grabs his head and spikes him with a tornado DDT! Cedric's down and ya already know Mysterio's bout to use that, how you ask? with a running leg drop I say! is he done you ask, no I say! he goes to the top rope and waits for Cedric to get up, and when he finally does the superhero aggressively hugs him with a diving crossbody! is he done now you ask? yes, I say, mainly because Cedric rolled through the attack and is now carrying him!
Cedric wastes no time and immediately slams Mysterio into the mat, he then stomps on Mysterio's stomach which makes him sit up, and then charges the ropes, rebounding with a dropkick right into the luchador jaw of the luchador hero! Alexander then looks to the crowd and signals to the sky which makes then pop, and they pop even harder when he turns his back to Mysterio and connects with a standing moonsault! he stays on top of him for the pin
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Kross comes in just in time to grab Cedric by the waist and deadlift him up then drop him with a german suplex! WARHORSE doesn't seem to care
Corey Graves: See I told you they'll never get along, if WARHORSE stopped Kross from interrupting the pin his team could have won! how selfish can a guy be?!
Tom Phillips: Corey, would you get in the ring to try and stop a raging Killer Kross from hurting someone you hate?
Corey Graves: For once you've made a good point Phillips, he still sucks tho.
The ref tells Kross to get lost and the TV champ surprisingly obliges, but not before making sure to laugh at Rey for almost losing there, when Rey gets back to his feet Kross continues the verbal abuse, Rey tries to ignore it but he can't, he asks Kross if he thinks he can do better and obviously he says yes so Mysterio tags him in and he immediately goes to work, Kross picks Cedric up and throws him into a neutral corner where he begins smashing the cruiserweight's ribs with his heavyweight traps, after a moment the ref gets involved and starts counting but you already know Kross will only stop at 4, when he stops the assault Cedric drops to a seated position at the bottom of the corner and Kross drops down to taunt him, he gives him a few hard slaps and says something mean to him but karma gets to him when Cedric kicks his face away! he pulls himself up while Kross recovers from the surprise attack and when he tries to be the aggressor again he eats yet another boot to the face! this time Cedric jumps over to the apron and launches himself at him with a springboard clothesline!
Cedric can't contain his excitement and does a somersault following the move but in doing so he positioned himself close enough for WARHORSE to tag himself in! Cedric shoots him a cold stare while WARHORSE tells him to get the hell out of his ring because it's ass ruling time, Kross has pulled himself up in the corner so WARHORSE gives himself some running space before charging at him full speed and connecting with a lariat! guess what happens next, another lariat is right! WARHORSE goes to make it a trifecta but this time Kross intercepts him and explodes out of the corner with a shoulder tackle dropping both of them!
Mauro Ranallo: You can never count Killer Kross out, he's dangerous and every move of his can turn a situation right on its head, there's a reason he's our Television champion.
Despite the punishment he's taken in his short time in the ring, Kross is able to get up to his feet faster than Warhorse and so mounts him and begins dropping hard hammer fists and loud slaps on the person whose end of year Spotify wrap hits harder than some of the wrestlers, Kross is dropping bombs but a voice can be heard telling him to stop and just go for the pin, then it changes its mind and tells him to move to his finisher, is this Kross' conscience? is he secretly a good guy? no it's the HIT screaming advice at him, Kross shoots a death stare into Mysterio who just shrugs so the Killer abandons his opposition and goes to yell at the tag team, they shoot back telling him to focus on the match which is probably a good idea as WARHORSE crawls behinds him and rolls him up!
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no attempt by anyone to break this pin, they just don't care, Warhorse and Kross both spring to their feet and Kross is the one to start the exchange by charging Warhorse looking for a lariat but the metal enthusiast ducks underneath and pops behind the TV champ looking for a half and half suplex! Warhorse tries his damn hardest to lift the big guy, but he just can't so the very unimpressed Kross elbows him in the ribs with his free hand then judo throws him to the mat! he looks to continue the assault and picks Warhorse up and positions himself in a perfect position to execute the Doomsday Saito but again the HIT are screaming at him to do something else, Kross decides enough's enough and drops WARHORSE then bolts out of the ring, the HIT look at him like what the hell do you want bro and Kross looks at them like I'm gonna kill you two midgets and there's a standoff for a second, Kross breaks that by exploding with a big boot to Ali's face!
Tom Phillips: Killer Kross knows that the HIT is on his side tonight right? they just want to help
Corey Graves: If they really wanted to help they would have shut up and let him win this, they brought up upon themselves
Ricochet is quick to come to his partner's aid and jumps at Kross with a crossbody but the giant catches him mid-move! he chuckles then drops his spine first into the apron! Ricochet cries out in pain but that's not enough for Kross, he switches Ricochet's position for a powerslam set up and drops him face-first into the steel steps! Mysterio rushes to help his little heroes and that's when Kross backs off, he smiles at Rey and rolls back into the ring, not breaking eye contact for even a second, that turns out to be a bad idea because while Kross was busy doing all that stuff WARHORSE climbed to the top rope and now Kross has his back turned to him, you know what's coming now, Warorse jumps off and nails the ASS RULER! he immediately jumps on top of him and hooks a leg for the pin, Mysterio considers coming in but instead tends to his lackey
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DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners, WARHORSE and Cedric Alexander!
The heavy metal rift plays and WARHORSE barely manages to bang his head, he's so exhausted but the mystic spirit of metal that resides inside of him won't let him win without headbanging, Kross rolls out of the ring, Rey checks on his hurt heroes and Cedric and WARHORSE eye each other up as Revolution continues
As Revolution continues, things head to where AJ Styles is, the fans booing his appearance. But before he can speak, someone else enters the shot.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Can I help you?
Heath Slater: You already have, baby. You brought us to the big dance here in the UWF!
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I didn’t talk to EC3 about bringing you in.
Heath Slater: You’re right, you inspired me to talk to someone else that calls those kinds of shots. See we’ve been sitting at home watching what you’ve been doing and hearing what you’ve had to say and thought, what a great cause to support. And thus, The Phenomenal Fan Club was born!
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: The Phenomenal Fan Club? Look I don’t know who told you that you can ride my freakin’ coattails into a job for yourself, but you can’t. Who’s we, anyway?
Heath Slater: Me and Rhino.
Rhino: Gore.
Heath Slater: Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be getting your Gore on soon enough.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I knew it. You talked to Foley. Well this, this isn’t gonna stand, ya hear me? THIS ISN’T GONNA STAND!
AJ storms off leaving the Fan Club behind.
Rhino: Gore?
Heath Slater: He’ll come around. Just you wait.
With the in-ring action taking a break, an image of the titantron takes us backstage, right into Minoru Suzuki's stoic face
Minoru Suzuki: Wyatt vs Katsuyori Shibata, me vs Jericho, me and Shibata vs Jericho and AJ, me vs Kross, these matches are all worthless and a waste of our time, of the fans' time, they don't want to see us beating around the bush any longer, they want to see us fight each other! not that it matters what they want but lucky for them, this time what they want is what I want, and what I want, I will get!
With that the cameraman takes a few steps backward and we that Suzuki's standing in a room near a door, he violently opens the door and storms out, the cameraman follows him and we get to see who's sitting outside the door
Shibata is tying his shoes preparing for his match and doesn't notice Suzuki, the man's just too psyched up, Suzuki doesn't care tho and big boots Shibata in the face! the attack caught The Wrestler by surprise and drops him, as he's trying to recover and figure out what's going on Suzuki continues the assault and mounts him, he grabs Shibata's neck with one hand and starts elbowing his fellow Japanese so hard his concussion gets a concussion but you think that bothers the UFC champion? on the contrary
Suzuki: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!
With every elbow dropped Suzuki's laugh becomes louder and more sinister, a child somewhere is heard crying but Minoru continues the onslaught, Shibata's face turns crimson red as a cut has opened up on his forehead, Suzuki takes that as his sign to stop as he gets up while brushing his hand against Shibata's face and takes a sniff of the ref stuff before tasting it, a smile appears on his scar ridden warfacce
Suzuki:"The Wrestler", your blood is exactly the same as any other man, you're exactly the same as any other man.
Suzuki wipes his hand on his face and pulls Shibata up by the hair and positions his head between his legs
Suzuki: But not me, I'm a god, the pro wrestling god.
With that Suzuki lifts Shibata up and spikes him headfirst into the concrete with the Gotch-Style Piledriver, he sits up and pushes Shibata's lifeless body away as he gets up and speaks to the camera
Suzuki: And at Slammiversary Bray Wyatt will feel my full wrath, this? this was just a showcase, an exhibition, Wyatt can't imagine the horrors waiting for him, I will grant him his wish and let him in, but refuse his request only moments after to let him out of the hell he's gotten himself into.
Suzuki walks off and the camera concentrates on Shibata's unconscious body as EMTs rush to help the Wrestler and Revolution continues, the children are still crying
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
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 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.
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DING DING DING
Mustafa wants to start the match off for his team but Ricochet begs to start it show off that's he's fine after the attack by Killer Kross earlier in the night. Ali tells him to wait on the apron but while they're arguing, Zack Sabre Jr comes running over and kicks Ali right in the face causing him to fall through the ropes out of the ring! Ricochet immediately starts attacking Zack but a simply outside leg kick to the knee buckles him down and Sabre plants him to the mat with a DDT! If that wasn't enough, he wraps his legs around him and re-positions his arm further up to place him a guillotine choke! Ricochet already looked like he got a concussion earlier in the night and this could be it for him. He however is hanging on just long enough for Ali to come back in and stomp Sabre's stupid face into the mat! Ricochet is still close enough to his corner that Ali goes out to the apron and is able to tag himself into the match.
Tom Phillips: Thank goodness, somebody needs to check on Ricochet.
Corey Graves: That's the nature of this business Phillips. Maybe if he followed a better leader...
Ali picks up Sabre and whips him to a corner. He runs after him but Sabre hits him with a back elbow to send him back a few steps. Zack then comes out of the corner and grabs Ali and Irish whips him to the opposite corner. Now he follows through but Ali gets his feet up. Exactly what Sabre wanted as he catches his feet and twists him around into an ankle lock, pulling him away from the ropes. Ali screams out in pain, that pain only further exasperated when Sabre just places his foot on the other foot on the ground and simply grinds it into the mat. Ali is able to pull his foot out from underneath but Sabre just drops down and transitions into an STF. Instead of just doing a traditional STF, he places his fingers in Ali's mouth and pulls up on him as if trying to rip his face away from his jaw.
Sabre looks like he's having way too much fun here and Ali decides to bite down on his hand. HARD! Sabre lets go and grabs at his fingers but kicks at Ali as he gets away like an asshole. Sabre is focused on his hand that he doesn't see Ali running over and connecting with a dropkick. I'm not sure if it was the force of the kick or because Sabre is just a lanky boi but he goes flying into the corner and hits so hard he falls to his hands and knees. Ali just stomps on his already hurt fingers causing Zack to stand up on his knees. Ali follows up with a superkick to the jaw to take him down. He goes for the pin!
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Sabre kicks out! Ali picks him back up but Zack kicks him in the knee like a dick but this creates enough separation for him to tag in Taichi. Taichi comes in and hits an enzuigiri that sends Ali reeling into his corner. Ricochet is back up and tags himself in. He springboards off the ropes but slips and ends up stumbling into the ring. He thankfully lands on his feet but Taichi nails him with a big boot! Ricochet looks completely out of it and Taichi puts him out of his misery as he picks him up only to crunch his head with the Black Mephisto! Ali tries to come in but ZSJ has run around and grabs his foot, preventing him from coming in as Taichi makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Dangerous Tekkers!
Zack slides into the ring to celebrate with Taichi while Ali checks on Ricochet. The Tekkers celebrate as the show moves on.
As Revolution continues, things head to the office of Commissioner Foley sitting at his desk writing something when suddenly, AJ comes barging in.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: You can’t do this, Foley! It’s an abuse of power!
Mick looks up at him.
Commissioner Foley: You may think it’s unprofessional, but doodling on the job isn’t an abuse of power.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I’m talking about the freakin’ jokers you just signed with my trademark! You can’t just give jobs to someone stealing my intellectual property!
Commissioner Foley: I can and I did. In fact, they’ll be making their debut next week so you better get used to them. Now if that’s all...
Mick looks down and resumes drawing.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Oh this isn’t over, Foley! You’re gonna pay for this!
AJ storms offscreen and slams the door as a smile appears on Mick’s face.
As we move into shot the camera pans around the rabid fans of UWF.
They all cheer loudly before the lights shut off. The anticipation grows as an unfamiliar beat hits throughtout the arena...
The crowd come unglued as the announcement everyone and their dogs was waiting for is confirmed. Sammy Guevara is returning to the UWF soon.
The feed cuts to the announce table.
Tom Phillips: "This is headline worthy Sammy was thought to be dead."
Corey Graves: "I have to agree with you for once Tom, Sammy Guevara is returning to our screens..."
Mauro Ranallo: "I am getting feedback from those who are in the know that Guevara will be here next week, They are looking for an opponent next week but it is unknown if they will be able to find someone on such short notice."
Tom Phillips: "Well I am sure we will hear from Guevara if he is or isn't in a match the kid doesn't keep his mouth shut for long..."
Corey Graves: "Tom just because you aren't the spanish god doesnt mean you have to be jealous..."
Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and is set for one-fall!
Jericho heads down the ramp with his big famous song playing and the fans singing along.
Chimel: Introducing first... weighing at at 225 pounds... from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... Chris Jericho!
Y2J does his classic entrance thang and then waits in the ring for his opponent to arrive.
The entire crowd falls silent as the music of the UWF champion, the UFC champion, and the most violent, dangerous, and overall baddest man on the planet starts playing, they wait in anticipation for his arrival and they get it after the first verse is done and the guitar takes over, he storms out of gorilla, donning his signature towel and holding his two belts
Chimel: And his opponent... 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!
He enters the ring and takes off his towel, finally ready for the match to start
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DING DING
The bells sounds off and the match begins! Jericho sizes up Suzuki. Suzuki sizes him right back. Neither man looks too impressed. They start to circle the ring, keeping some distance while searching for entry points.
It's the UWF Champ who shoots in first, keeping low as he approaches and tries to catch his opponent around the hips. Jericho slips past him and jogs a few paces ahead, holding his arms out to the side with a big smile so the good people can "DRINK IT IN MAN" while Minoru has been left in the dust, grabbing nothing but thin air.
Graves: Jericho better stop pandering to the crowd or he's going to leave himself wide open.
Phillips: Y2J has been around long enough to know how this works. I think he's just giving the fans their money's worth.
Ranallo: And perhaps playing some mind games with the reigning world champion, as well.
Graves: Mind games with that maniac are ill advised.
Jericho peeks back over his shoulder at the Champ and calls him over. He dares Suzuki to try for his Sleeper hold, eagerly welcoming the finishing submission. The people are shocked. Surely any sane person would want to avoid getting caught in that constricting grip at all costs. Not the Demo God, though. He eggs Suzuki on, practically begging him to give it his best shot. Suzuki snarls, but then those lips curl into a twisted grin.
The head honcho of Suzuki-Gun stalks Jericho, creeping up from behind to accept the challenge. He cracks his knuckles and moves in to slap on his favourite and bestest choke hold...
BUT OH SNAP! As soon as he gets real close, Chris spins around with a Judas Effect!
Graves: It's a trap!
Phillips: That sneaky Jericho!
Suzuki just barely dodges the lethal elbow strike. Chris put so much stank on that puppy that the momentum has him wheeling around in a circle. Minoru graps him around the waist on the follow through and then yanks back to slam him down with one heck of a German Suplex. Expert grappler that he is, the UWF Champ performs and impressive and highly arched bridge to try for the cover...
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2...
Jericho rolls out to break it up at the two count.
Ranallo: That was a close call for Jericho.
Graves: Not a bad little game plan, but he's going to have a hard time outwitting a weathered veteran like Minoru Suzuki.
Suzuki grabs a fistful of hair and drags the Lionheart to his feet. Once they're vertical, Minoru keeps the golden locks clutched tight in his fingers before he leans back and comes in hard with a headbutt, mimicking some major league pitching style with the thrust going into that one. Chris staggers jack, wozzled and woozled by the meeting of the minds. Suzuki doesn't seem bothered at all. It's like he has two skulls. Maybe he does.
Jericho stumbles into the ropes, but they offer no sanctuary. His opponent peels him off and follows up with a big ol' knee to the tummy, effectively doubling the Canuck over. From there, it's leftovers for desert, with a knee strike to the face. Chris is seeing stars now. Minoru takes advantage, grabbing his limp arm and whipping him across the ring. Bouncing off the far ropes, Jericho doesn't have the sense to stop himself from running back full speed right into an astounding dropkick from a guy who is surely too old to be jumping that high and falling so far. But the boots land flush. Jericho is swept off his feet, landing near Suzuki, who tries for another cover...
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2...
Shoulder up at two! The fans breath a sigh of relief. Arrogant son of a gun though he may be, they'd rather see the charismatic Canadian go over than the bully from the Land of the Rising Sun.
Suzuki gets up to give the Official what for, not at all happy that that two count was a two count rather than a three count. Stripes promises he's good at math. Minoru suggest otherwise with a look that could kill.
Ranallo: There seems to be some disagreement on that last count between Suzuki and the Referee.
Phillips; Sometimes he can be his own worst enemy. Suzuki isn't above attacking a company Official is he feels disrespected... or if he just feels like it.
Graves: That was a slow count and that oaf knows it. He should own up and apologize before he gets hurt.
The Ref is looking nervous when Suzuki balls up his fists, looking for a fight. Before it can come to blows, though, Jericho grabs him from behind with a snappy roll-up outta nowhere! He flips Suzuki over and puts those shoulders into the mat while the third man dives down to count it...
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2...
No! Suzuki kicks out! Both fellas hustle to get up but Jericho gets there first and also catches Suzuki with a low dropkick to both knees to bring him back down. Chris then stomps on him a couple times to keep him there, then changes his mind, scoops him up, and Bulldog's that dude's face right back down into the mat! Ouch!
Chris rolls him over but doesn't go for a cover. Instead, he turns to the people, who aren't getting all riled up now, and pumps 'em up some more, demanding some noise from the Jericholics out there. They chant his name and clap and all that, and with all that energy he's feeling, Jericho goes to the ropes at top speed.
Ranallo: He's going for the Lionsault!
Phillips: Nobody does it better!
Graves: Nobody else even does it, moron.
The backflip lands flush and Jericho, firmly planted on top, opts to stay there for the pin attempt...
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2...
Suzuki kicks out before the three count! Now it's Jericho's turn to complain to the Ref, but he's not having it. Alas. So Y2J goes to Plan B, grabbing himself some boney old man legs and wrapping them up while he steps through. The fans cheer. That's right. It's Sharpshooter time, baby.
Chris has the legs all tangled up just tight and right but that's when Suzuki comes too! He ain't about that life at all, and before the Canadian can put the national treasure on with extreme prejudice, Minoru picks his ankle and drops him to the mat. With a little technical wizardy that couldn't possibly be explained to you, the layman, the UWF / UFC Champ transitions to turn those contorted legs into a kneebar on Jericho! Surprise!
Jericho cries out in pain like he's singing a high note at a Fozzy show. Somewhere else, Rich Ward harmonizes. Chris tries his darndest to ply Suzuki off of him, but the maniacal grappler just doubles down, cackling as he squeezes even harder!
Ranallo: This is the last place Jericho wanted to be - grounded with Suzuki.
Graves: He has an Intercontinental Championship match coming up in mere weeks - if he wants to be healthy enough to even stand a chance against AJ Styles, he should jsut tap out now and hope that Suzuki is merciful enough to let go before something breaks or pops out of a socket.
There ain't no quit in Chris, though. Abandoning the plan to break free, he starts to long crawl towards the ropes. Inch by inch, his fingers clutch the the thin folds of sweat-drenched canvas to pry the weight of his opponent and he its and bits closer to the ropes. It's an arduous process, made a billion times worse by the increasing pain in his knee, now shooting through his whole entire nerves system.
Suzuki berates the contender in his native Japanese, mocking his efforts and agonized groans. Just mad disrespect. Jericho tunes it out. He can't let that get to him now. The only sound he's letting in is the roar of the crowd - their chants of his name, their increasingly paced claps willing him on like the hero in some Greek tragedy.
Chris scoots further.
Suzuki wrenches tighter.
Something's gotta give.
Ranallo: I can hardly stand to watch! Jericho is so close to the ropes but that knee is about to snap!
Phillips: If he just reaches out... just a little further...
Graves: These sadists need to stop cheering for him to stay in the fight when the only logical option is forfeiture.
Jericho reaches up a hand - to reach the ropes? To tap? Who knows?!?! He shuts his eyes, drenched in an ocean of suffering. Time freezes. The air is dead and stuffed with tension like a mounted trophy animal. His fingers wiggle - the only sign of life. The Ref leans in, not sure whether to call it or not...
But Chris doesn't tap! He can't!
Jericho reaches for the bottom rope...
His hand is just above it...
BUT THEN IT ISN'T!
Suzuki gets pulled back, and Jericho with him, dragged to the center of the ring! But how?!?! The Ref and the fans looks and see AJ Styles is to blame!
Ranallo: What the heck?
Phillips: That's AJ Styles! He just cut off Jericho's only hopes of escape! That should be a DQ!
Graves: Yeah, for Suzuki. What's Styles doing putting his hands on the UWF Champ?
Corey raises an excellent point and it's the one on the Ref's mind. Jericho is the one suffering from this intrusion, but Styles only touched Suzuki. He banishes the IC Champ, but Styles, laughing like a bastard, is happy to leave on his own accord, waving as he goes. The fans boo. The Ref contemplates throwing the whole thing out but before he can, a crushed Jericho has no choice left but to tap out and save his leg. The Official reluctantly calls it at that.
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
MINORU SUZUKI!
Suzuki lets go of the hold like the leg is made out of yucky garbage and stands tall to have his hand raised. The people boo really really loud but that ain't nothing to the UWF Champ. He storms off without a damn given while the Ref tends to Jericho down on the mat.
Ranallo: What a damn shame! We were well on our way to a fine contest when AJ Styles stuck his nose where it doesn't belong.
Phillips: Jericho made it to the ropes! The Official should have thrown this match out.
Graves: He tapped. Get over it. Suzuki is an unstoppable force and AJ Styles is living rent-free in Chris Jericho's head. End of story.
Except not end of story! Jericho glares up the ramp to where AJ just was with eyes that say "this ain't over... punk." Revolution continues elsewhere.
UWF cuts to the Mysterio lair as Rey Mysterio is sitting upset. Rey hears a knock on the door.
Rey Mysterio: Come in.
In comes the heroes in training Ali and Ricochet
Ricohet: Rey you wanted to speak with us.
Rey gets up and he punches Richochet across the face sending him down. Rey swiftly kicks Ali in the gut and slaps him across the head a few times. Rey steps over Ricochet's back and he turns and he speaks to them
Rey Mysterio: You know I really like you two. You two I see so much promise here in the UWF. I want to get rid of you but I was reminded by an old foe I need friends. I need people on my side to win, and that I don't disagree. I really want you two to be BETTER. To be GREATER. Though when you embarass me like you did that is where I will give out necesarry punishment.
Ricohet is stirring up and he speaks
Ricochet: What do you mean embarass.
Rey steps on Ricochet's fingers and Ricochet is letting out screams.
Rey Mysterio: You two had a match this week and what happened? Where in the hell were you? You know how much I stuck my neck out for you with EC3. You have seen what EC3 has bought us. Are own lair with all the tools we need, and all the accomadations. If I want my buddy Cain Velasquez signed to this company he will sign my buddy Cain. If I want to save Homicide from working at the local Olive Garden I can do just that. Though I stuck my neck out for you bozos.
Rey removes his foot and he sits on the Mysterio lair couch and he begins speaking
Rey Mysterio: There is no excuses. You see Richochet and Ali I am here to help you. I want to help you but you guys can't help yourselves. What was so important that you couldn't show up and just wave at your opponents? At least put in the effort to be there. What was the reason?
Ali gets up and he speaks
Ali: My arm Rey I didn't know if I was clear to compete. Ever si-
Rey grabs Ali's arm and he extends it Ali is now writing in pain
Rey Mysterio: This arm? The same arm you told Becky Lynch that wouldn't give up for. You're the reason why you're hurt. Not anything else. You know how many surgeries I have had one my left knee? EIGHT! EIGHT SURGERIES!!! Yet you have a sprained arm and you don't know how to compete pathetic.
Rey lets go and sits back on the couch and begins to speak
Rey Mysterio: Men get your shit together. If you didn't feel well you should have contacted EC3. I can't baby you two forever. I am on the cusp of gaining gold for us. The first piece of accomplishment since my Money in the Bank many years ago. Yet you want to squander that. Make me look bad. Boys I am about the become the champion on TV. This opportunity gives me the most TV time here in the UWF and allows me to get rid of any pesky villains or get new recruits. You think that I want to beat you up? No what I want is men who our consistent and understand the goal. Evil won't get rid of itself. The UWF needs heroes like me to get rid of that evil. It needs control. That is why I am here. What you two did was a disgrace to me, and your punishment is going to be more worse the next time it happens. Understood.
The two heroes in training nod.
Rey Mysterio: Good, I need you two. You two need me. That is how this relationship works a two way street. I need you guys to help me succeed the ultimate prize. But we gotta fix the issues here first. You two next week I am sending you to a personal training session with an old friend of mine. He will help you become better men than you came out of this. I don't want you guys to be weak anymore. Boo boos, and incompetence are not excuses. Also if you have a match you better show up got it?
They nod once again.
Rey Mysterio: Good be gone I got to figure out a strategy to win my match with the Riddler.
The scene fades away
Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Our main event was supposed to be between the two challengers to the UWF Championship Bray Wyatt and Katsuyori Shibata but after the brutal assault on Shibata by Minoru Suzuki, I don't think that match is going to be taking place. Instead I hear we have a standby match and-
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.
Booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena to a mixed reaction from the audience. Much to the surprise of everyone, he comes walking out from the back holding his head.
Tony Chimel:Tony Chimel: Walking to the ring, coming from Kuwama, Japan. Weighing in at 210 pounds, The UWF World Champion... THE WRESTLEEEEER, SHIBATAAAAAAAAAA KATSUUUUUUYORIIIIIIIII!!!!
Shibata is clearly not looking too well as he climbs up the steps and enters the ring. The ref check on him and asks if he's in condition to fight and Shibata says he is. He decides to reluctantly ring the bell.
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DING DING DING
Wyatt comes charging out of the corner and squashes him with a body avalanche in the opposite corner! Shibata already looks done for as he leans over him like a lifeless corpse. Wyatt takes him and starts dancing with him in the ring, swinging him around as if they're starring in Wrestler and The Fiend. Bray is laughing up a storm, not showing a care in the world But Shibata starts to come back to. His dragged feet finally find a base and he's able to stop them from dancing Wyatt looks at him with a smile but it's soon wiped off with a headbutt right to the mush! Wyatt stumbles back a few steps and turns around to grab at his face. Shibata comes walking up behind him but Wyatt turns around and levels him with the jumpscare clothesline! If that wasn't enough he leaps high into the air and lands all his body weight on him with the senton! He makes the pin!
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Shibata kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Someone really needs to step in and throw in the towel for Shibata.
Corey Graves: Looks to me like all that time he spent alienating from his friends has come back to bite him in the ass.
Bray isn't done dealing out punishment as he takes his hand and shoves his glove right down Shibata's throat! It looks like he might be suffocating him with the Mandible Claw but instead Bray rises back up, hoisting Shibata up by simply grabbing his jaw! It's a particularly brutal scene but Wyatt is making a statement. He bends The Wrestler over his knee, gives him a kiss on the forehead and then drives his skull into the mat with the Sister Abigail! He makes the cover.
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!
Mauro Ranallo: Despite the heart of Shibata, I think we all knew what the outcome would be tonight after that hellacious beatdown by Minoru Suzuki.
Corey Graves: I saw good riddance. Suzuki has been talking about the trash this company puts against him and I agree. If UWF isn't going to take it out, he'll do it for them.
Tom Phillips: Speaking of Suzuki.
Wyatt is spreading his arms, taking in his win when Minoru Suzuki appears on the stage. Wyatt can somehow sense him and turns his head to look at him. Suzuki seems to look past him, but doesn't see the UWF Championship in sight. In the Firefly Funhouse perhaps? That doesn't matter too much though as Suzuki opts to walk straight down to the ring. Wyatt stands up, looking like he might want to fight as Suzuki slides into the ring. The two men stare one another down but the UWF Champion walks over and kicks Shibata out of the ring. He turns back to Bray and walks over to him but suddenly the lights go out. The fans try to light up the ring with their phones as best they can but before they can, the lights come up and Wyatt is gone. Suzuki just shakes his head but the Titantron pops on to show Wyatt back at the Funhouse with the UWF Championship.
Despute not caring for the title itself, Suzuki still looks displeased with Wyatt escaping his clutches. Bray however taunts him from the Funhouse as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Asuka vs Becky, Time Machine vs D&G - Dresden
Kross/Mysterio vs Cedric/WARHORSE - Bodor
Jericho vs Suzuki - Fauche
Wyatt vs Shibata, HIT vs Tekkers, Styles vs Hornswoggle - Danny
