Post by Danny on Dec 10, 2020 21:14:20 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 WARHORSE.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, The Phenomenal Fan Club takes on D&G.
Corey Graves: Also in non-title action, Minoru Suzuki faces Hornswoggle.
Tom Phillips: Cedric Alexander will take on AJ Styles.
Mauro Ranallo: Ricochet will face Roman Reigns.
Tom Phillips: And in our main event, Sweet ‘n Sour versus Dangerous Tekkers.
Mauro Ranallo:But first, Sammy Guevara will tangle with The Brian Kendrick. Earlier today we received a message from Sammy Guevara about his return to UWF.
Sammy looks down towards his reflection in a mirror
I look in this mirror I see a man that I am proud of, You see I have seen this man all the way back when starting my journey. Since day ONE! I have known am the best ever to lace up a pair of boots in this industry, I will open each and everyone's eyes. From the people cheering in the front rows to those in cheap seats to everyone who is in the back those of you who say "Why is he still here" I will show you why when I am winning all the gold while you sit in catering stuffing your fat faces as I rise. They didn't call me Mr Moneys worth for nothing I am worth every single dollar...
Sammy looks towards the camera dead pan...
Well if this isn't clear as crystal by now, The Sammy Guevara who has decided each week to show up and have fun is dead. News flash it's also not the Sammy Guevara who had a mountain in the Scottish Psychopath between him and his opponent, no more will I sit idly as someone else makes a name instead of me.Oh Look where this got me, Nowhere. Just on the injury shelf time and time again. I am sick of it I am sick of the hierarchy that has been established, I am sick of Suzuki going around calling himself a god because there is the one and only, The SPANISH GOD! Sammy Guevara. I will show everyone just how good I am...
Sammy Guevara is a name that you will recognise, I will be the standard bearer for the UWF for the forseeable future. I welcome each and everyone of you to come and try make a name off my back, Brian Kendrick who is a multitalented performer I will beat him tonight to prove my message. It is return of a god and it is only just getting started. I will be THE champion sooner rather than later, Any man unfortunate enough to have gold has a big "X" painted across their chest and back. I won't stop until everyone knows the name... Sammy Guevara....
Sammy looks back into the mirror before smiling as the feed fades out.
Brian Kendrick is already in the ring and he waits for his opponent.
"Man in the mirror" blares through the arena as the lights in the arena are turned off apart from one spotlight in the middle of the ramp.
The camera pans down from the rafters onto Sammy Guevara standing there arms down with his hands resting on eachother over his lower stomach with his head down, holds this for about 10 seconds until.
Sammy makes his way down to the ring occasionaly raising both his arms out towards the crowd half way down the ramp Sammy stops
Making his way down to the ring at a weight of 185 pounds, The Spanish God Sammy Guevara
Sammy points both thumbs and kneels down one knee as Chimel announces his name
As Sammy starts making his way to the ring again
Camera pans in close to Sammys face as he is at ring side
"Spanish God baby"
Sammy goes up the steel steps and onto to the apron where he flips over the ropes, as he postures himself towards the camera showing off...
Sammy begins removing his leather jacket, The music fades as he throws it to the ring crew.
VS 
DING DING DING
Sammy runs out of the corner and levels Kendrick with a corner dropkick as he's taking off his jacket! Sammy has got nothing to lose and all to prove as he just starts kicking down at the so called Man with a Plan. Kendrick rolls out of the ring to get away from the onslaught but Sammy just patiently watches as he turns a corner. Now free from the corners, Sammy takes off and leaps over the ropes, coming down on Kendrick with an over the top rope moonsault plancha! Kendrick is wiped out and Sammy tosses him back into the ring. Guevara hops onto the apron and goes straight to the top rope. Kendrick is laying inthe middle of the ring and Sammy leaps off with a Shooting Star Press! Sammy hooks the leg as the makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sammy Guevara!
Corey Graves: Well that was quick.
Mauro Ranallo: Sammy Guevara is a man on a mission. He's looking to learn from his past mistakes and become his own man once again. I applaud him for having the guts to try again.
Sammy casually walks off, full of confidence after making quick work of Kendrick. The show moves on.
The feed carries us backstage after showing a "REVOLUTION 100" graphic. Soon we find ourselves in what is presumably a dark room, face-to-face with the Bruiserweight Pete Dunne, who is glaring menacingly into the camera. He begins to speak.
PETE DUNNE
So this is it. Revolution 100. Drew and I, we came to this company, to fight on this program for one reason and one reason only: because we enjoy it. But what we have since learned is that, in spite of the fact the UWF is widely regarded as the major league of professional wrestling, this place is full of people who have gone soft — or who were just soft to begin with. Consider the UWF World Tag Champions: Sweet 'n' Sour Inc. Nobody's going to say Kyle O'Reilly is soft, but his partner? That geezer isn't worth the attire he wears to the ring. To turn one of his own phrases against him, Larry Sweeney is all sizzle and no steak. And we here, D&G, we have our eyes set firmly on them. We have had since we rightfully defeated them some weeks ago, prior to the involvement of those fat retirees the Dudleyz. It's egregious enough that Foley didn't declare us Number One Contenders after that showing. But sooner or later, we'll have torn our way through everyone in the division and the only team left will be the champions. Then he'll have to make it official, and our rise to the top will be all but complete.
The camera pans, and as it does, it finds a new subject to focus on: the Bruiserweight's tag team partner, Drew Galloway.
DREW GALLOWAY
That's right, Pete. It's not going tae matter how many stooges Foley wants tae put in front o' us, sooner or later, he'll have tae give us what we deserve: a shot at the UWF World Tag Championships. But for tonight, our eyes are fixed on our opponents of the week: the Phenomenal Fan Club. My past with one half of this duo is no secret, I've talked about it an' while I'm not proud o' it, it is a fact. So, too, is the fact that like they say, I've been in an' out of this company time an' time again, never seemin' tae find my footin'. But that has changed. If the past few months haven't been proof enough that Drew Galloway is back an' better than he ever was, then I encourage you tae keep watchin'. Because Pete an' I, we're the alpha an' omega of the UWF tag division. If you put someone up in front o' us, we'll smite them down an' carry on tae bigger an' better things. That's just a fact.
The camera pans back to Dunne, who is nodding. Once he notices the focus is on him, he adds:
Now piss off. We've got a match to prepare for.
The feed moves on.
The scene opens where the arena is shown as "Voices" by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton comes out and he walks down the entrance ramp. He turns to the right as he walks up the steel steps and he walks along the ropes. Then he stops as he walks through the ring ropes and he gets into the ring. He looks over at the ring announcer as the ring announcer throws him the microphone and he catches it. Then his theme music stops as he hears cheers and boos from around the crowd. He looks around and then he stops to smile. He places the mic to his lips and begins to speak.
It has been a while since I have stepped foot in this ring. I must say that things have been getting interesting right here in UWF. This company had its ups and down. But things are going to be different for now. For now, The “Viper” is here and I am going to take what is mine. Taking peoples’ names and RKOing anyone that gets in my way no matter how big or small they are. It doesn’t matter who the hell you are. I have done it before in WWE. Just to mention a few names that you all should know by now, Undertaker, John Cena, CM Punk, Christian, and last………..Edge.
Randy Orton hears some cheers from the crowd after they hear Edge's name. He smirks.
Its too bad Edge isn't here to defend himself because I really totally end his so called comeback in WWE. Besides I have done him a huge favor by sending him home and giving the old man enough time to spend time with his whole family. So yes, he should thank me for that and hand me the respect that I deserved in return. He knows I should earn his damn respect for helping him back then when we a amazing tag team and should have heck thank me now. Anyhow enough of my buddy Adam. I have let him rest at home with his beautiful wife Beth and kids..
Let's talk to the most important subject that is on everyone's mind right now. Why Randy are you here? I have been asking this question by everyone in the back and all the fans. Here is my reason, The reason why I am here is because I am ready to take down from the worst to the best wrestlers here. I honestly don't care how long it will take me to do it. I will do it without any hesitation.
So here is my message to anyone in the back listening. If any of you have the balls to man the fuck up and come out. If you think I am playing around like your favorite midget who thinks he is some royal king? Please. You will have another thing coming when you get in the ring with one of the most dangerous men in sports entertainment. Remember one thing. Always remember to watch your back because you will never know what or who will hit you with a RKO out of nowhere. Beware, you all will remember the three letters of the most dangerous moves in all sport entertainment…….RKO!
“Voices” by Rev Theory hits as Randy Orton drops the microphone and he walks toward the end of the ring. He walks through the ring ropes as he gets out of the ring and he walks up the entrance ramp. The camera fades when Randy Orton gives a smirk as he walks through the curtains and the scene ends with Randy Orton heading to the back.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring... Roman... REIGNS!!
The Truth Reigns starts playing as Reigns takes a step forward and raises his arm in the air, showcasing all his meaty, beautiful muscles, after a few moments the song dies down and Reigns returns to the corner, stretching before the beatdown he's about to inflict on one hero in training
Tony Chimel: And introducing his opponent...
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 207 pounds representing the Heros in Training.... Ricochet!!
Ricochet stands in the corner eyeing his opponent up as Ali gives him one last pep talk on the apron then jumps down letting the match properly start
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and the battle of the R vs RR commences, they start off by locking up in the middle of the ring, and Roman is immediately able to pose his will by overpowering Ricochet and driving him into the ropes, the third man tonight is as no-nonsense as they come and immediately calls for a break, to the surprise of everyone including him they disengage without any cheap shots or rule-bending and go right back to the middle of the ring, a refreshing sight in the sea of bastards that is the UWF, they lock-up again and again Reigns is able to overpower his opponent and get the upperhand but this time he opts for a headlock, he wrenches that bad boy in real toit but Mustafa leads a clapping session for Ricochet to get out of the hold so with the power of all the little Heroes in attendance and in home, Ricochet elbows Reigns in the gut a few times to loosen the grip then pulls Reigns' hands away from his face so he could jump back and nail him over the head with a Pelé kick!
The move stuns Reigns and sends him wobbling into the ropes but when he rebounds he explodes back into life with a Superman punch! the move takes Ricochet out but Reigns needs a second to make his head stop spinning before he can capitalize
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, what an explosive start to this match!
Tom Phillips: I expected nothing less than fireworks when they announced this match Mauro and I'm not disappointed!
Corey Graves: Can the two of you relax? all he did was punch him while jumping, even you could do that Tom.
The sheer disrespect from Graves is enough to bring Roman back to his senses and he immediately goes back to work, the HOSS veteran knows that going for a pinfall so early in the match won't work so he doesn't even try it, he picks up Ricochet and throws him into the corner so hard he does a Nature Boy flip over it and falls to the outside of the ring! little Rico gets up still dazed from the superman punch earlier and initially, he's facing the crowd, as he slowly transitions from seeing doubles to seeing normally he turns around to face the ring so Roman sees his chance and launches himself at him with a Suicide Dive, but Ricochet catches him mid-flight with a roundhouse kick!
The big dog goes down and the little Hero in Training wastes no time, he picks the thicc Samoan up and sends him into the ring then jumps on the apron, waiting for him to get back to his feet, when Roman does get back to a vertical base Ricochet leaps off looking for a springboard clothesline but Reigns sees him coming and in the last second ducks underneath the move, Ricochet is able to roll off the fall and springs back to his feet behind Roman who turns around to face hi, they charge at each other and crash in a lariat collision! Ricochet predictably is worse off than Reigns is following the exchange so Roman initiates the next attack when he smashes his elbow into Ricochet, the THUMPPP from the blow is heard all throughout the arena and it looks like Ricochet is out on his feet but he bites down on his non-existent mouthpiece and tries to rally back and start an attack of his own, he returns a couple of elbow smashes himself then transitions into low kicks and finally a spinning sole kick that makes Reigns hunch over, Ricochet takes a few steps back looking for some big move but when he starts running at Reigns the Heyman Guy suddenly explodes back up and manages to position Ricochet on his shoulders and drop him with a Samoan Drop! he stays on top of him and hooks a leg for the pin
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NO!
Ricochet kicks out!
Tom Phillips: A sigh of relief from the crowd here as Ricochet lives to fight another day, they sure do love their hero
Corey Graves: Let's not get it twisted Phillips, Ricochet is no hero he's still in training, it's in their names you moron
Mauro Ranallo: Let's try and keep this broadcast civil gentlemen, there's enough action going on inside the ring, the fans don't need something in the commentary booth to distract them.
You damn right Mauro otherwise they're going to miss the awesome shit that's going on inside the ring, what awesome shit you ask? well right now it's just Roman arguing with the ref but I promise you it'll get better, see he's already going for the Superman punch! you're right you handsome and intelligent narrator, Reigns goes to the furthest corner from Ricochet, loads his fist, and smashes it into the ground signaling the arrival of his famed signature, as soon as Ricochet gets up of course, when the tannest Mysterio student finally gets to his feet Roman charges at him looking for the jaw-breaking blow but this time he gets intercepted with a massive dropkick! Reigns running into the move, getting caught by surprise, and Ricochet's sheer athleticism make the move extra deadly and it drops Reigns, Ricochet knows he got zero time to waste and takes only a second to rest on the ropes before approaching Roman and smashing him with a standing shooting star press! he stays on top of him for the pin
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NO!
Roman launches Ricochet off of him!
The suspected cat manages to land on his feet and as Roman scrambles back up looking for revenge he surprises him again with a shot to the back of the head in the form of an enzuigiri! the cool ass move stuns Roman but doesn't knock him down so Ricochet moves to plan B, he spins around Reigns so he ends up behind up and rolls him up with a backslide but doesn't keep the pin on even for a second as he immediately transitions into a piledriver to complete the Backslide Driver! Reigns is out but Ricochet isn't taking his chances this time, he drags Roman closer to a corner then takes a breather, Roman is heavy, he climbs up to the top rope and signals to his fans before jumping off with the 630 Driver! he nails the move and hooks both legs for the pin
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3!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner... Ricohettttt!
The high flyer gets his hand raised by the ref and is immediately tackled down by his fellow student Mustafa Ali as they celebrate their victory while EMTs tend to Reigns and Revolution continues
As Revolution 100 continues, things head to the, “Phenomenal” AJ Styles as the fans boo.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: One hundred episodes of Revolution. Well you know what? You’re celebrating that milestone right, EC3, by featuring the, “Phenomenal” AJ Styles. Sure I might not have a marquee opponent tonight but really, when I look up and down the roster, is there anyone I would consider marquee? Certainly not to my standard. But tonight’s a night to celebrate. And those of you not in the know may be wondering why I care about one hundred episodes of Revolution, but the answer is simple. It’s because if it wasn’t for AJ Styles busting his ass there wouldn’t have been a UWF relaunch which means Revolution wouldn’t have even had one episode, let alone one hundred. You’re welcome for that, you ungrateful pissants.
But tonight’s not the only celebration going down in the UWF, no, the next pay-per-view celebrates ten years of the UWF which, again, you can thank me for. On that night, tired old Fozzy Bear Jericho thinks he’s going to wrestle this Intercontinental Championship away from me. Mind you, he thinks this despite me low blowing him when he least expected it and causing Suzuki to nearly tear his leg clean off! But that’s okay, Jericho, you keep dreaming because reality’s about to kick the door in and serve you a taste of what it’s all about. Just like it’s going to do to Cedric tonight, a man desperate for fan adoration and a victory over yours truly. He wants it, he needs it, even. But he’s going to come up empty handed.
Revolution? Here’s to one hundred more.
AJ mimes a toast with a smile on his face as Revolution continues.
The Firefly Funhouse theme begins but before it can finish and bring us into the Funhouse, it begins to glitch. As the music deforms and the bright colors burn away, we are suddenly brought to footage from somewhere in the woods. You can hear the leaves rustling from the wind, and the calls of birds from deep in the trees, but it is these very common sounds that truly show how deafening the silence is. After a few moments of silence, you hear a familiar voice as Bray Wyatt walks through the leaves.
Bray Wyatt: I've failed in my life, I've fallen to rock bottom and bled my fingers to the bone digging down deeper to see how low it could go. Katsuyori Shibata man, he can fail and fail time and time again and he'll come out there with the same cold look in his eyes saying he's the man to conquer any and all monsters that come his way. Minoru Suzuki, he can fail for years, succeed for one week, have Everything taken away from him and still talk a big game as if nothing has ever bested him. They thrive in their ability to succeed and pull the wool over the sheeps eyes about how they got there, These two men are considered the hardest the strongest the most dangerous and yet they cannot admit it to themselves that they can fail. Because they will Hurt their way out of it, they lose for months but they will Hurt everyone around them until they catch a Sliver of success they think they've earned. Naaaah Man, that ain't how the cruelty of life goes. Ole Bray Wyatt, He's had his wings burned, lost his family, and been left to breath in the bitter smoke of the train passing him by. It is that failure, that has made me capable of understanding it. Shibata will kick ANYTHING that threatens to stop him, Suzuki will twist and bend EVERYTHING that dares stand in his way. But tell me boys and girls, tell me what do you think they'll do to someone who isn't afraid of them? I've been through Hell maaan, I know just how cruel it can be and I know what it's like, I know what it can do to a man. It changes him, but it can make you stronger man, I AM...Strong, man. Stronger than I EVER was, than I ever have been, I have lived a thousand lives over hundreds of centuries and through the eyes of the many faced being I have seen my own destiny. I've had EVERYTHING taken away from me man, but with that it's taken away my ability to feel Fear...to Feel Pain...and I aint afraid anymore....Ya hear that boys? I AINT AFRAAAAID ANYMORE ahahahah. The pains of man hold no bearing in my home, so tell me what will the men who wield pain as their ultimate weapon do when they discover that they cannot hurt me? I stopped Shibata quickly to keep the surprise alive, I've targeted everyone around Suzuki so he can only taste of it. But at Slammiversary they will both BEAR WITNESS! Because they cannot hurt me, They Shall Behold and will forever be awoken of the reality they now live in whether or not they keep their eyes open after that is up to them. What they gonna do man? Minoru cannot hurt me, Shibata can Not Hurt me. Whatcha gonna do to something like me man? What CAN they do?...
Run...
We enter the Firefly Funhouse to an empty screen of just the front door, the camera as if trying to find somebody starts to move right to left. Suddenly you see Bray Wyatt whizz by, the camera tries to keep up but fails to get him into frame, when suddenly Wyatt runs back into screen. This time Wyatt notices the viewer and pauses getting caught by surprise, He turns to camera looking sheepishly at the viewer like a kid who knows he's done something wrong.
Bray Wyatt: Oh, Hi there my little Fireflies, and welcome to the Firefly Funhouse. Sorry that I'm a little distracted right now, ya see Ummm. Well I've kinda gone and done a bit of a woopsie daisy and "misplaced" Suzukis toy that he let me borrow, *Children gasp* I know! But ya see with Minoru being so lackadaisical with his belongings, I kinda wasn't paying attention to it but I swear once it's my toy it won't leave my sight. Promise *Wyatt crosses his heart with the sound of a marker on a whiteboard*. But that won't matter if I can't find it before then, aww I feel so terrible about it.
Wyatt puts his head down defeated as you hear the children audience 'Aww" in response, but then he opens his eyes and looks up as if hearing someone talking
What's that? Ask around if anyone else has seen it? That's Brilliant! hahaR̷͔̈Ü̵̥N̸̠̊haha, What would I do without you little Fireflies, how'd ya'll get so smart? Oh, speaking of smart I think I know Exactly who can help. Ahem, mi-mi-mi-mi-mi, DAY-MI-EEEEEN!
Suddenly the Dog puppet pops up from one side.
Damien The Dog: Will you cease your abhorrent shouting, I am attempting to study the intricacies of past tri-representative bout in order to form some sort of-
Bray Wyatt: Yeah yeah, you can get back to your tricycle later. I need your help medium Damo, Ya see I've lost Suzukis championship and since you're always sayin that you know Everything about Errything, well then you can tell me precisely where it is right?
Damien The Dog: Are you attempting to cozen me into actually responding to such a moronic inquiry with a legitimate answer? Simply because I am intellectually gifted and have vast knowledge of things beyond your grasp does not mean that I am omnipotent. I know more than you, but there is no possible way of me knowing where you mislaid the-
Before Damien can contiune, a familiar rabbit hops into frame interrupting him.
Ramblin' Rabbit: Yo dudes, are ya looking for the UWF Championship? Far out man I can totally help ya out, I was totally ready to check it out cause people are always saying gold is made out of Karats and I was feelin mad hungry dude. But when I went to go find it I saw those rotten Hyenas steal it to take to Tusker Joe man.
Bray Wyatt: Now now Ramblin' Rabbit, how many times have I told you not to stick your nose in other peoples business? Don't ya remember what they say about snitches-
Suddenly Ta' and Lo' appear on the scene, smothering Ramblin Rabbit down off screen as you hear the loud noises of fabric ripping and tearing, ramblin screaming in pain, and hyenas growling. As this continues, Bray cringes in disgust at the visage just below the camera frame as he steps over the devouring Hyenas so he can get up close to Tusker Joe who was just to the left of the scene.
Tusker Joe: You dare put my name in your mouth, you better put some damn Respect on it.
Bray Wyatt: Joseph, tsk tsk tsk, did you take Suzukis toy from me? Ya know you really shouldn't take things that aren't yours. Minoru Suzuki and I are such good friends so he let me borrow it but if you really-
Tusker Joe: Whatever Bray, My boys found that strap but unfortunately it lost it's way in route to me. If you find it, let whoever got it know that I'm looking for em, got it?
Joe lets out a trumpet sound from his trunk and walks away as the Hyenas follow him off, making loud laughing sound effects as they do. Bray Wyatt crosses his arms and scratches the side of his head trying to think.
Bray Wyatt: Well now, I'm sure stumped, it couldn't have been Cabrito, he's takin a little siesta after Huskus and him ate all those Dulces. Bradley never comes in from the window, Mekhane isn't one to sneak off with things. And Breezy is busy wi-AHA! I know Exactly where to look now.
Bray walks back over to the right of the funhouse and stops when he finds who he's looking for as a horse puppet appears on screen with the UWF Championship hanging around it's neck.
Bray Wyatt: Oooh Rhodey, you silly ole Mare, If ya wanted to play with Suzukis toy ya could have asked or at least waited until after Slammiversary. I mean don't you think you've already had enough fun with that?
Rhodey The American Night Mare: I'm not here to play games, I've had this stolen from me far too many times to wait around and ask permission to get it. I've waited too long, TOO DAMN LONG to see this again, and not Minoru Suzuki or Katsuyori Shibata will ever be able to step up to me to take it away from me. Those two brutes lack refinement, and they can't hold a candle to-
Bray Wyatt: YOWIE WOWIE! Did somebody say Candles?! That reminds me this is the 100th episode of Revolution!
A wipe transition suddenly pops in a cake with a hundred candles stuck to it in front of Wyatt, Mekhane the Dragon is also there now as Wyatt starts to laugh to himself. A terrible clipart of Fire comes out of the Puppet Dragons mouth before the camera cuts and all the candles are lit up in a blaze as Wyatt puts his hands to his chest rocking on his feet in pure glee.
Bray Wyatt: Thank you Mr. Mekhane! Wow aint she a beut? This cake is Extra Special because not only is this the 100th episode of Revolution, but with Slammiversary Just around the corner we are about to celebrate the UWFs 9th year Wooow. So many things can happen in the near decade we've been here, and yet the more things change the more I feel that they tend to loop around back to how they were. That's why I knew I'd find this afterall, no matter how it gets away, I will always find it again
Bray reaches over and picks up the championship from Rhodeys neck, pulling it off and bringing it to his arms hugging it tightly.
Bray Wyatt: Holders lose their grip, People change, but some things remain...Life is a circle. No matter what beast you make of yourself or how bright one side is, inevitably the dark side comes again. But the beauty of the circle is, round and round we go...December 27th 2011, the first time UWF went live...ole Rhodey here galloped his way to a victory over the awarded UWF Champion. And with him here in the Funhouse, I will do the same to make this baby here all Mine. Because with all the uncertainties in this world, it is always reassuring to hold unto the constants in it... Gold still Shines, Men still fight, and Fire still burns.
Wyatts face turns serious as the fire on the candles begins to get out of control, the wax melting the candles very quickly causing the cake itself to disassemble and the candles to begin falling down on the table. The camera however simply begins to slowly zoom into Wyatts Face as he speaks in a low tone.
Bray Wyatt: And you have not even begun to feel the warmth on your face of the fire that is inside of me, I have waited So...So Long to get back here and I will not let my fun end anytime soon. Hell isn't scary because of the torture, because of the damnation, because of the Burning...What makes it capable of pitting Fear in the stomachs of the roughest men, inherently wanting to avoid it...is that It Never Ends...and Neither will I...
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Suddenly the fire seems to be engulfing the Funhouse, the camera dropping tot he floor overtaken by the flames as the feed itself cuts out before we even know what happened.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Hornswoggle crawls out from under the ring and slides into it, standing up and getting ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: King Hornswoggle! And the opponent...
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
Tony 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!
He enters the ring and throws the UWF belt near his corner and gives the UFC championship to a ringside official, making sure he knows what his fate will be if it returns harmed, the worker also takes the UWF belt with him as Suzuki positions himself in the corner and takes off his towel, finally ready for the match to start
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Swoggle charges the UWF Champion but Suzuki gets his foot up and takes him down with a Big Boot. As the little man is seeing stars, Minoru stomps on his abdomen, making him sit up as Minoru hooks the head and connects with a quick Snap Suplex. Swoggle kips up but Suzuki grabs him by the shoulders and pulls back, hurling him into the ropes and taking him down with a stiff Lariat when he comes off of them. The self-proclaimed King is lying face down, blood dripping from his mouth as Suzuki puts a foot on the back of his head and grinds his face into the mat with it.
Tom Phillips: He’s trying to drown Hornswoggle in his own blood!
As Swoggle’s arms begin to flail more slowly by the second, eventually Suzuki removes his foot as Swoggle raises his head up and gets an audible gasp of air. Minoru rolls him onto his back and drops a knee into his abdomen, then stands and drops another, then stands and drops another. Swoggle sits up coughing and gasping as Suzuki grabs him by the collar and picks him up above his head, then drops him, delivering a kick as he’s on his way down. As Hornswoggle lies there, Suzuki walks over and stands over him, a sadistic smile on his face. Suddenly Swoggle sits up and goes to deliver a punch to the groin but Suzuki grabs his wrist and pulls him upward, delivering another kick before letting the little guy drop to the mat.
Suzuki shows a rare bit of mercy as he goes for the cover.
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TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Minoru Suzuki!
Suzuki exits the ring and starts heading up the ramp. He then stops and peers over his shoulder, flashing another sadistic smile as Revolution continues.
Katsuyori Shibata stands pacing backstage like a lion poised to hunt before addressing the camera.
Shibata: It's quite unfortunate. A while ago the thought of engaging Minoru Suzuki in different sorts of violence would have been bliss. But now it just feels like a duty. He did the same to me, so I must return the favor. It sounds exciting but it isn't. Minoru Suzuki is a lamb hopelessly waiting for the slaughter. Whether the hand that does it comes from me or Bray Wyatt is yet it to be seen, but it will happen.
Shibata shakes his head, almost looking disappointed at the fate he believes will come to Suzuki.
Shibata: If he was a patient man he could have waited a little longer. He could have sat their on his placeholding throne, but Minoru Suzuki is an impulsive, impatient man. He has thrown himself into the midst of a battle with the likes of two men far more capable than he is and because of it his well-being has deteriorated. He can feel Bray Wyatt's hooks sinking in, and he can sense my daggers nearing his neck. And there is nothing he can do to truly stop us.
Shibata stops pacing on those threatening words as the scene fades out.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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.
Chimel: Introducing first... weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!
WARHORSE enters the ring and prepares himself for a slobberknocker.
The infamous music of UWF's current Rockstar, Chris Jericho plays throughout the speakers within the arena, and with that appear the man himself from behind the curtain. Jericho strolls down the ramp, all smiles as he heads to the ring.
Chimel: And his opponent... weighing in at 225 pounds... from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... Chris Jericho!
Once in the squared circle, Jericho sheds his coat and hat while Chimel bails. The Referee ensures both men are good to go then calls for the bell.
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DING DING
Brother, we are off to the friggin races. WARHORSE ain't here to beat around the bush. He runs full speed at Jericho like a Bat out of Hell, jumping into the air and connecting with a double-barrel dropkick right to the lungs. That cannon fire blast knocks Y2J stumbling head over heels and then some. The wily vet's instincts kick in and he's back to his feet in no time, but guess what? It's Lariat O'Clock.
The difference between a clothesline and a lariat is that you run into a clothesline while a lariat runs into you. Understand? This is a lariat because WARHORSE rushes the Canuck and zoinks him full tilt with his arm like he's Babe Ruth swinin' for the nose bleeds in Yankee Stadium or wherever.
Clobbered, Chris goes down like a sack o' potatoes, and WARHORSE just stays on him like white on rice. Then tenacious mid-western maniac scoops up his opponent of the canvas and torpedos that son of a gun headlong into the nearest turnbuckle. Shoulder blade marries steel post with the sound of a sneaker in the drier. Thud. Chris winces and groans, wondering if all his bones are even still in the right places. No time for self pity, though, cause wouldn't ya know it, WARHORSE grabs him around the waist, yeets him backwards and up and then over and then down and folks, ya got yourself a release German suplex!
Ranallo: Absolutely astounding start from WARHORSE! He's really taking it to Jericho.
Phillips: Well it's a big night for the UWF - I'm sure WARHORSE wants to kick off the company's new decade with a huge win.
Graves: More likely this fiend got hopped up on a cocktail of his devil-worship music and St. Louis crank seconds before he left Gorilla, but then, how would that be different from any other night?
How indeed! Jericho's momentum carries him towards the ropes and he has the wherewithal to roll under the bottom one to the sweet sweet sanctuary of the arena floor. Not everyone in the crowd loves the power, but heck, the man needs to regroup. WARHORSE prowls the ring, frothing at the mouth like Old Yeller right before that one part in Old Yeller. Chris points up at him and looks at the Ref like "Are you kidding me with this guy? He belongs in a straightjacket!" His eyes say this. And the Official understands. But his hands are tied. He kicks off that ten count...
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Jericho looks at WARHORSE, then the ramp, then the fans, then the Ref, then his own reflection in the turnbuckle, then back again.
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The fans start to chant for both guys. Dueling chants. They just want some action. And to sway Jericho. But it looks like he might head back up the ramp!
Phillips: Wait... is Jericho gonna walk out on this match?
Ranallo: I don't believe it!
Graves: The man is competing for the Intercontinental Championship in just a few days! He can't risk his well-being in some... exhibition match against a raving lunatic! Y2J has been around long enough to know when it's best to walk away. He's gotta gameplan these things. This is a former world champion! A Wrestlemania main-eventer! A Royal Rumble winner!
Phillips: What a refreshing reminder how nice it's since Revolution became the flagship show for the company.
The Official just keeps counting...
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WARHORSE ain't about to let it end this way, though. He steps through the ropes and hops down to the floor, at which point Jericho promptly slides back into the ring! Very sneaky, Chris! Enraged and confused, the face-painted man goes back in after him, but coming through the cables, finds himself snatched up by Chris, flipped over and small packaged! Oh snap! The Ref counts it...
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WARHORSE kicks out at two!
Jericho quickly goes to his legs, grabbing some ankles as he gets elevated, hoping to lock in a dope Walls of Jericho. WARHORSE ain't about that life though, and he wiggles and jiggles until he shakes free! The Missourian aims to get vertical but Jericho, abandoning any hopes of slapping on his fave sub, dives in and settle for a side headlock.
Boy oh boy, he squeezes that head in close and tight. Real close. Real tight. Snug as a bug in a rug. He crushes WARHORSE's skull betwixt bicep and forearm, using his one wrist to add some leverage to the other wrist while also putting his weight into it big time. WAHORSE tries to push him off. Not happening. He attempts to slip out. Not a chance.
Raising a fist to the sky, he channels the power of the old gods and the new, rallying the capacity crowd to his cause. The chants fire up. Fans near and far shout his name, willing him to power! It's working! It's working! WARHORSE is shaking with the positive energy of the universe! He gets low, hooks a leg and a hip and hoists Jericho back to hit a backdrop suplex! Or maybe it's a Satio. I don't know. I really don't know.
Disirregardless, Jericho is slammed headfirst into the canvas and left for dead. WARHORSE shoots the half...
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Chris kicks out at two!
Ranallo: Jericho getting a shoulder up just in time! This match hasn't been going long but the energy and aggression of WARHORSE is quickly taking a toll.
Phillips: Speaking to Corey's point earlier, Jericho is going to want to wrap this up as quickly as possible. He said coming into the contest that he wanted to make an example of WARHORSE for AJ Styles to see, but he might be better off looking for a fast win so he's in better shape heading into Slammiversay.
Graves: That's not speaking to my point. That's just stealing my point. Get your own points. My points are my points.
Jericho rolls over but isn't going anywhere fast. He crawls haplessly towards the ropes maybe, but he's mostly barely conscious.
WARHORSE capitalizes by deciding to go on ahead and climb some turnbuckle. The fans cheer, knowing where this is going, while the hesher scales the post, making sure to pause, throw up the horns and bang some head to remind parents around the globe that heavy metal will turn your children into reckless, lawless monsters.
Phillips: Time to rule some... Butt!
Graves: Just say Ass-Ruler, you ass.
WARHORSE perches atop the buckle and turns back towards the squared circle, looking like Goliath from Gargoyles about to go out and wreak some medieval justice on NYC. Brother. He stands tall, aims true, and leaps into the nighttime air! His boots aim for their mark - the spinal column of Y2J! He comes down like Thor's thunder! Crashing! Smashing! Missing!
Missing? What the frig?
Jericho rolls out of the way just in time to avoid being pancaked and smithereen'd by his opponent! WARHORSE's boots hit the canvas hard and his knees get all rattled and wobbled. He's off balance, and that sly Jericho grabs him from behind to pull him over for a roll-up outta nowhere! The Ref slides down to count it...
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WARHORSE squirms real hard but Jericho puts his full weight into it....
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Chris postures up, laying a shoulder in to make it really count. WARHORSE is still tryna shake him off...
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DING DING!
YOUR WINNER...
CHRIS JERICHO!
WARHORSE pops out at 3.25 like Hogan kicking out from Ultimate Warrior just a little too late at Wrestlemania that one time. He looks at the Ref, shocked and awed by the calling for the bell but the third man promises his count was good and true. The fall was good. Jericho sits up, almost surprised but maybe a bit too proud of himself to let it show. He smirks and lays back, happy to be done with the psychotic metalhead.
Ranallo: There you have it! Jericho with the the fast roll-up to put this one away.
Phillips: A strong showing by WARHORSE, but he was caught in a quick move by the crafty veteran.
WARHORSE rolls out of the ring and storms to the back to probably find some beers to smash. Jericho gets his hand raised while Judas blares through the speakers and the fans sing along. Revolution 100 continues elsewhere!
As Revolution 100 continues, things head to where the Phenomenal Fan Club are.
Heath Slater: Can you believe it, baby? In just a few minutes, our music is gonna hit and you and I are going to, for the very first time, step into a UWF ring!
Rhino: Gore.
Heath Slater: Right, it’ll be my first time and a return for you. Sorry about that, buddy. I’m just so amped up!
Suddenly AJ enters the shot.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Well you better freakin’ enjoy it because if I have my way, it’s the only match you’re going to have where you embarrass my brand and drag it through the mud. Sure you talked a big game this week but can you really back it up? Can you?
Heath Slater: Of course we can! You’ve got nothing to worry about!
Heath throws his arm around Rhino as the two head offscreen.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Then why am I freakin’ worried?
The sounds from the in-ring action can still be heard as we move to a backstage area where Minoru Suzuki is conducting an interview
Minoru Suzuki: This? this is who you book your champion against? you put your greatest asset, your most valued treasure, and your top wrestler against that? what is wrong with you UWF, THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU UWF
Suzuki grabs the camera and starts violently shaking it
Suzuki: DO YOU HAVE A MENTAL ILLNESS OR SOMETHING? WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?! TELL ME!
Suzuki lets go of the camera and the clearly traumatized cameraman takes a few steps back, just in case
Suzuki: That is not how you treat a champion, that is not how you treat your top belt, you book me against that and expect me to treat your belt as if it had any meaning, Bray Wyatt says he will treat it as if it has meaning if he wins it, if I was out of the equation I would have said it's a match made in heaven, a garbage belt for a garbage wrestler but that belt is mine and he'll pay for trying to steal it, and for taking out El Desperado, and for getting involved in my tag match and for his many other crimes, he will pay.
Suzuki's angry scowl turns into a chuckle as he suddenly rolls into his signature psychotic laugh, he starts to walk off the frame when the cameraman gets a stroke of bravery
Traumetized Cameraman: And what about Shibata?
Suzuki stops and turns around to look at the cameraman, he's no longer laughing or frowning, he's emotionless
Suzuki: Shibata is nothing in this match, he'll be another footnote in the Minoru Suzuki's greatness book just as he's a footnote in the UWF title lineage, just another name in a long long list of opponents I have and I will dismantle.
With that Suzuki leaves, this time for reals, and Revolution moves elsewhere
The live feed cuts to the ring where Rhino and Heath Slater are already in the ring, waiting for their 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.
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DING DING DING
Slater wants to start things off and tells Rhino to stay on the apron. Drew Galloway walks to the center of the ring, more than happy to put his once friend in his place. Slater comes walking up with a smile on his face and puts his dukes up. He playfully air boxes in front of Galloway who laughs as well. Seems the two are hitting it off but Drew suddenly lunges forward with a Glasgow Kiss! Slater gets knocked right on his ass and Drew pikcs him back up right away and beils him across the ring and into the corner. From there he starts laying into him, throwing huge punches and face and body. He backs away as the ref gets on him for this and while the ref's back is turned. Dunne grabs at Slater's face and just pulls back on it, adding insult to injury.
Tom Phillips: How scummy can Pete Dunne get.
Corey Graves: He does whatever it takes to win. Sometimes you've got to do some dirty work to accomplish your goals.
Slater falls to his hands and knees and ends up crawling into the waiting arms of Galloway. He grabs at Slater and hugs him in his arms. He pats hi on the back and says he's doing a good job before wrapping his arms around him and tossing him behind with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Slater arches his back in pain and Rhino eagerly throws his hand out as he waits for a tag. Slater reaches out but drew is there to get between the two. He grabs Heath and lifts him onto his shoulders, walking to the center of the ring. From there he throws him up and drops him on his knee with the Fireman's Carry Gutbuster! Slater gasps for air but Drew doesn't care as he turns him over and shoves his forearm in his face as he makes the pin.
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Slater kicks out! Drew can only laugh as he gets to dish out more punishment. He decides to share the experience however and brings Slater over to his corner where he makes the tag to Pete. Dunne comes in and grabs a hold of Heath's hand and drags him to the center of the ring. He wrenches down on it before forcing him down to the mat in a Fujiwara Armbar. To make matters worse, he's bending the fingers back on the extended arm but he's too focused on causing more pain that the move isn't completely cinched in and Slater is able to roll through. He goes to kick Dunne but Pete catches his foot and places him in an ankle lock. Heath is screaming in pain and turns to his corner, reaching out for the tag. Dunne is loving this as he gets to see the anger on Rhino's face as his small reach isn't enough to make it. Slater however once again rolls through and causes Pete to run forward right into a punch from Rhino! Pete stumbles back and ends up getting hit with a spinning crescent kick from Slater! Slater can't follow up though and he ends up just laying there catching his breath.
Mauro Ranallo: Slater finally finds himself with an opening!
Corey Graves: An opening? He's done. He's not gonna recover from the beating he's taken so far.
Tom Phillips: If there's one thing we know about Heath Slater, it's that he has heart. Plus he's fighting for the glory of AJ Styles.
Corey Graves: Oh please don't even get me started on the whole stupid reason they're even here.
Both men start to slowly get back to their feet but Slater is obviously more hurt. Dunne knows this and lunges at him, putting him in a waistlock to make sure he can't get to his corner. Slater starts throwing some back elbows to get free but Dunne pulls him right back in and throws him back with a german suplex! Slater ends up rotating all the way through and lands on his feet. He ends up falling to a knee due to the ankle lock and Dunne comes over with a step up Enzuigiri! Slater is rocked and falls into the ropes where Dunne grabs at him once more. He hooks his leg for an Exploder Suplex but Slater starts hammering down on him with elbows to break free. Dunne takes a few steps back and Heath nails him with a Superkick! He scrambles to make the cover!
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Dunne kicks out! Slater crawls his way over to his corner, looking to make the tag but Dunne reaches out and grabs his foot, juuust preventing him from making the tag. Dunne pulls him in but Slater is able to kick him away. Heath instead crawls to the ropes and uses them to help himself up. Dunne also rises to his feet and runs at him but Heath drops down and sends him up and over to the floor! He uses the ropes to guide him to his corner but just as he lunges forward for the tag, Galloway knocks Rhino off the apron from the outside.
Corey Graves: Haha! That's how you do it!
Tom Phillips: Come on Corey, that's just low.
Corey Graves: It's called strategy Phillips, you wouldn't know a thing about that.
Heath looks exasperated. He was so close to making the tag before the rug got pulled out from under him. Drew waves to him and laughs and to make matters worse, Dunne is back in the ring and pulls him away from the corner. Slater turns over and manages to kick him away sending Dunne into his corner. Slater turns back to Rhino and asks if he's okay but turning his back on Dunne was a bad move as Pete runs over and grabs him from behind, placing one arm around his neck and the other grabbing his leg as he throws him back with the Regalplex! He stays bridged for the pin.
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Slater gets the shoulder up! Somehow Slater continues to fight through the pain. The love of AJ flows through him as he finds a way t rise to his feet. Dunne looks surprised by this but just lays in wait as Heath rises on his own. He's ob wobbly legs and even motions for Dunne to bring it. Pete comes in and levels him with a forearm. Heath returns the favor with a forearm of his own. Pete retaliates with another and Slater comes back with a spinning back fist! Dunne goes in with another big forearm and Slater is turned around from the impact. It's looking bad but he suddenly backflips and nails Dunne with the pele kick! Slater crawls over to his corner once more but Dunne grabs his leg again. They both stand up and Slater turns and nails Dunne with an enzuigiri of his own! Dunne staggers backwards and Slater jumps forward, making the tag to Rhino!
Mauro Ranallo: Here comes the War Machine!
Corey Graves: Kick his ass Dunne!
Rhino enters the ring and levels Dunne with a clothesline. Galloway tries to enter the ring but eats a clothesline to the outside! Dunne comes running at Rhino but Rhino ducks his clothesline and catches him with a powerslam! Galloway hops back onto the apron only for Rhino to hit him with a running forearm, causing him to crash into the barricade! Dunne is getting back up but he's clearly just acting on instinct as he walks right into Rhino who lifts him onto his shoulders. He then runs to the corner and levels him with a Death Valley Driver into the corner! He pulls Dunne out and makes the pin.
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Dunne kicks out! Rhino backs away and heads to the corner and gets low, measuring Dunne as he slowly rises. Rhino sets off running for the GORE but Dunne catches him with a drop toe hold, Rhino hitting his face on the middle turnbuckle. Galloway pops back up on the apron and Dunne makes the tag to him. Drew comes in and starts throwing some haymakers into Rhino but the Man Best somehow fights through all the contact and shoves him backwards. Drew stumbles but doesn't fall back but it Give Rhino enough room to charge forward with a clothesline. The short distance is not enough for him to build any real momentum and as a result, Galloway doesn't go down. Rhino runs at him for another charge but Drew knocks his head off with a big boot! Rhino rolls to his corner where Slater tags himself back in. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a crossbody only to get hit with a second Glasgow Kiss id mid air!
Mauro Ranallo: Headbutt in mid air Mama Mia!
Corey Graves: He's done. That's a wrap on the Phenomenal Fan Club folks.
Drew stumbles around from the headbutt as well but Slater looks completely knocked out. Rhino gets back to his feet and comes at Drew, attacking him while he's not all there yet. Dunne manages to come back into the ring however and takes him out at the knees with a chop block! Galloways then grabs Rhino and plants him to the mat with the Future Shock DDT! Dunne kicks him out of the ring and exits as well as Drew measures Slater as he rises to his feet. Heath has no idea what's going on and when he turns around, he eats a Claymore right to the face! Galloways makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Pete Dunne and Drew Galloway!
Dunne and Galloway look down at their opponents and shake their heads. They're more than happy to be done with that trash as they exit the ring and head up the ramp as the show moves on.
The live feed cuts to a room backstage where Sami and Becky are standing by with the stolen World Tag Team Championships around their waists.
Sami Zayn: Well hello there UWF. I know you really wanted your rightful and soon to be first ever 4 time World Tag Team Champions compete at the 100th episode of Revolution but to be honest, you don't deserve it. You can be damn sure Mick wanted us but we got what we wanted and he can't stop us from getting back those titles so we don't really need to appease him now do we?
Becky Lynch: We actually don't need to appease anyone at all. And yet we do it out of the generosity of our good hearts. Obviously you guys may not like to see it but I mean the we appease the greater good. We're the medicine that fights the infection. Why oh why would anyone want some Sweet and Sour in their bodies? We're here to cut that out and expel it from UWF. I say expel because without another opportunity of a shot a gold, you know Sweeney will ditch Kyle by the wayside and go back into singles competition.
Sami Zayn: We've said it time and time again. They're not a unit like we are. The second that they're in trouble, and you know they will be in trouble, Sweeney will ditch them high and dry and Asuka meanwhile, well Becky made sure to not make her a factor in the match. These titles you see around our waists. They're not going to leave us any time soon so you should all get used to it. There's never going to be another day you say Wrld Tag Team Champions and not mention the Dynamic Duo.
Sami and Becky walk off as the show moves on.
The titantron switches to a feed from backstage - the talent entrance. Palmer Cannon is shown walking into the building. This is hardly his natural habitat. Normally he is in his office. But tonight, he it late. Very strange. Cannon looks distracted. Worried. Maybe even despondent. He's pale, doused in a horrible sweat, and he's clearly either lost weight or gained it.
Well-dressed regardless, the man who wrote the screenplay or Drumline 2: The Mean Streets of ATL, starts down the hallway towards his workplace. The one-time contender for the UWF European Championship doesn't make it far into the concrete corridor, however, before he realizes something is wrong. Something is amiss.
You might think that a man once possessed by an ancient South American civilization's Blood God - in the form of a floating, cackling Caribou Skull - would have something of a sixth sense when it came to funny feelings. And you'd be right. His is tingling. The Union-busting suit-and-tie book-reader isn't just still shell-shocked in horror that ace investigator Scoops McCallahan is about to reveal his big secret (that being, what exactly his job with the UWF is). No, this is something more. By way of being something less. Something missing.
Cannon: Oopsy-doo, forgot my briefcase...
He mumbles to himself like the whiteman he is. Palmer 180's on a dime and hustles back out to his ride to fetch his things. Thing. Whatever. The cameraman follows him through the double-doors and out into the December air. It's the south I guess cause it looks nice out. Green Christmas.
Cannon walks past a few rows of rental cars and the camera pans up to reveal his whip.
Whoa. Wait a sec. Is that a limo? That's the reaction of the arena fans watching on the big screen as well as fans around the world watching live at home. They are shocked to see that this plain-old cut-the-crust-of-the-sandwich mother fricker rolled up to the arena in such style. It's unropeable. Maybe his car is parked behind it? Maybe there's been a clerical error? Maybe we're all caught up in a The Matrix-esque simulation and this a shared internet dream?
None of the above! That's Cannon's car alight!
Palmer approaches the rear door of the limousine, opens 'er up and goes rummaging for his briefcase. It must really be in there deep because he actually has to get inside to be able to reach it and -
OH MY GORD IT EFFING EXPLODED.
Palmer Cannon went into his limo and then it just blew up. Just like that. A hellish fireball from whence no man could possibly escape with their life. The temperature could melt steel beams, let alone human bone and pressed suits. EMTs and producers run out with fire extinguishes but some causes, the cameraman would argue when later questioned as to why he kept filming instead of running in to help, are clearly lost and that's just that. So it goes.
Hours if not minutes before his secret could be revealed to the world, Palmer Cannon has been incinerated in what may have been a run-of-the-mill fuel injector malfunction or perhaps an Irish Car Bomb. Who's to say? All that's clear is one simple, irrefutable, and horrible truth...
Palmer Cannon is dead.
Revolution 100 and all the festivities continue elsewhere!
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*
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.
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DING DING DING
The bell rings and Cedric comes running at Styles right out the gate. AJ is caught off guard by this and ends up eating a dropkick that knocks him back into his corner. From there Cedric starts laying into him with rights and lefts before backing up before the 5 count from the ref. Styles is dazed but he gets no chance to recover as Cedric charges once more. Luckily Styles has enough wherewithal to throw a back elbow to stagger him backwards. AJ shakes the cobwebs before climbing up to the second rope. He pulls in Cedric and wraps his arm around his head, perhaps looking for a tornado DDT but Cedric overpowers him and turns it into a northern lights suplex! He stays bridged for the pin!
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Styles kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Cedric is really taking charge in this match here tonight.
Tom Phillips: You heard him, he needs to win this match or else he feels he'll fall into obscurity like WARHORSE.
Corey Graves: For once I agree with Cedric. Mainly about Warhorse but he's already in obscurity and Styles will wipe the floor with him, just you watch.
Cedric brings AJ right back up to his feet and throws him into the corner once more. He gives him a few shoulder thrusts to the midsection before seating him on the top rope. Cedric then climbs up to meet him there. AJ tries fighting him off but Cedric has got all to lose in this one so he headbutts him. This stuns both men but Cedric is able to recover faster. He climbs all the way up top, both men standing and it looks like Cedric is going for the Spanish Fly! Styles however is able to shove him and Alexander goes falling backwards. He lands on his feet however and as AJ is regaining his balance. Cedric runs up the ropes and jumps up wrapping his legs around the head of Styles and hitting a top rope hurrincanrana! AJ flies through the air and lands hard on his back and Cedric rushes over to make another pin!
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Styles kicks out once more! Cedric quickly exits out of the ring onto the apron and starts to climb to the top again. Styles is lying prone on the mat, perfect position for Cedric as once he reaches the top, he leaps off with the Overtime! Styles has this scouted however and he lifts up his knees, Cedric landing right square on them! He gasps for breath but the Intercontinental Champion smells blood in the water. He gets back to his feet and brings Cedric up along with him. He lays into him with the Phenomenal Combination of kicks and punches ending with a spinning backhand and a clothesline to take him off his feet!
Instead of going for the pin, Styles takes a breather after the punishment that's been dished out to him so far. He wasn't expecting this much fight in Cedric but after a quick breather he's ready to go back on the offensive. He picks up Cedric and Irish Whips him into the corner but Cedric jumps onto the the middle rope and leaps off back, perhaps looking for a back elbow. We'll never know though as Styles ducks down and manages to catch him on his shoulders! He brings him towards the center of the ring and starts jostling up and down, trapping Cedric in the torture rack. He then spins him out and plants him with the Torture Rack Bomb! He goes for the pin.
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Cedric kicks out! Styles picks him up right away and shoves his head between his legs. He lifts him up in a powerbomb position but Cedric fights back with some shots to the head. Styles ends up stumbling close to the ropes and Alexander uses them to send Styles to the outside with a headscissors. AJ lands on his feet but Cedric jumps off the apron with a springboard moonsault to take him out! The crowd is going wild as Alexander picks up AJ and tosses him back into the ring. AJ tries to get up right away but Cedric springboards into the ring and takes him down with a springboard clothesline that takes his head off! He goes for the pin!
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Styles gets the shoulder up at 2!
Tom Phillips: Styles hasn't been taking Cedric too seriously and it's really starting to cost him.
Corey Graves: AJ is just so good that he can take it light today and still come away just you watch.
Mauro Ranallo: I'm not so sure about that Corey. This could be the biggest win of Cedric's career while AJ seems to be taking this match lightly. He's not looking too hot right now.
Cedric watches as AJ tries to get back to his feet. He's stalking him from behind and once AJ is up, he grabs him from the back and gets ready to toss him into the air for the Lumbar Check. Styles however realizes this and jumps backwards. nailing him with the pele kick! Cedric stumbles backwards into the corner and AJ comes running over with a jumping forearm. Cedric dodges out of the way and Styles collides with the hard turnbuckles. Cedric turns him around and has Styles trapped in the corner as he attacks with a flurry of strikes once more. He backs up only to come running back with a corner dropkick right to the face. Styles looks like he's seeing stars as Cedric picks him up and places him on the top rope. He climbs up and jumps up, wrapping his legs around Styles' head for another hurricanrana but Styles holds on and Cedric just ends up dangling there upside down. Styles stands up and rearranges his feet over Cedric's arms before dropping off with a middle rope Styles Clash! He turns him over and makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, AJ Styles!
Styles is handed his championship and he raises it up high as he celebrates his win and the show moves on.
The scene opens to the duo of Ikemen and Yusuke Kodama setting things up at Shibata's dojo, readying it for it's reopening soon.
Ikemen looks pretty exhausted before he starts to whine.
Ikemen: Do we reeeeeaaally need to move all this stuff? Shibata never cared about any of this before?
Kodama: Before is the key word there, Ikemen.
Ikemen: No way. Shibata isn't the type of guy to stress over stuff bein' out of place.
Kodama: You're right. I stress over it for him
Ikemen: So he doesn't even need us to do this for him?!
Kodama starts to get visibly annoyed at Ikemen.
Kodama: He very much does.
Ikemen: I doubt so, he'd probably want me to train in the other room if I actually went and asked him what to do.
Kodama: This isn't about what he wants.
Ikemen: Well why do YOU care about moving some supplies and stuff so badly?
Kodama swiftly steps up to Ikemen, right in his face. He starts addressing him in an eery demeanor.
Kodama: You think you understand Shibata?...
Ikemen: Ye-
Kodama: You don't. 3 months ago if he saw you on the street, dying of thirst he would have walked past you without a care in the world.
Ikemen seems to be a little bit frightened
Ikemen: Well... he changed.
Kodama: I changed him. But men like that don't just return to normal. Men like Shibata can snap on a whim if something goes wrong. Everything must be perfect here. It does not matter how little the detail, nothing can be out of place. Now, you called upon me to help you... and I did and will continue to do so. You just need to ensure that neither you or anybody else ever steps in my way.
Ikemen: Not even Shibata?...
Kodama: Not even Shibata. You follow my lead... and I can promise you the world.
Ikemen gulps, but does as Kodama instructs to. Kodama has had Ikemen's trust ever since the day Ikemen called upon him for help. But one has to wonder if Kodama intends to use that trust for good. What is this man's agenda?
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event! Introducing first...
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.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The fans get to their feet to welcome Revolution's most affable rogues, misfits and scoundrels. Larry Sweeney, Kyle O'Reilly and the Slumlord Asuka strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen,... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... accompanied by the UWF Transatlantic Champion Asuka... they are the UWF World Tag Team Champions, Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Asuka follows them in, scanning the arena with an unknowable danger in her aura. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front holding up their insulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Kyle charges into battle, not caring that he and Larry haven’t discussed which of them would be starting the match and sure as heck not caring who he hits once he gets to the other side of the ring. He drives his shoulder into Taichi’s abdomen, knocking him back into the corner as Kyle begins doing Shoulder Thrusts. Zack tries to pull Kyle away from Taichi but Kyle catches him with a Back Elbow to the mouth as he’s knocked around so that he’s facing the other direction as he staggers towards Sweeney who catches him with the Triple Champ Spinebuster.
Zack rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope as Sweeney steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Kyle, meanwhile, charges back at Taichi but Taichi lifts his leg and Kyle gets a face full of boot for his troubles. As Kyle staggers back, Taichi climbs up to the middle rope and jumps off, catching Kyle around the neck with his arm as he connects with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT. O’Reilly pops up from the mat after impact as Taichi hoists him onto his shoulders and connects with a quick Reverse Fireman’s Carry, putting his leg in the way of the landing so that his opponent’s face connects with his knee.
O’Reilly lands in a seated position, looking dazed, as Taichi lays into the side of his head and face with a stiff kick, sending Kyle onto his side. Taichi now goes for a Leaping Elbow Drop but O’Reilly rolls out of the way. Taichi pops up holding his elbow as Kyle kips up and grabs the arm, maneuvering into a Cross Armbreaker as one half of the Dangerous Tekkers now writhes in pain. ZSJ isn’t standing for it though as he leaps over the ropes and breaks things up with a Missile Dropkick to Kyle’s head, scrambling out of the ring afterward before the referee can reprimand him.
Taichi gets up holding his arm as he tries to shake some feeling into it as O’Reilly lies on the mat holding his head.
Tom Phillips: You’ve got to imagine the room is spinning for Kyle right now.
Mauro Ranallo: A lot of head trauma to take in a short span of time for sure, Tom.
Corey Graves: The more trauma, the better! Soften these losers up for The Dynamic Duo!
Kyle has both hands on the mat and his knees as well as he extends his arms in an effort to climb to his feet. Taichi sees this and kicks him in the ribs, sending him turning and landing on his back as Taichi now does a quick Double Foot Stomp to the chest and abdomen before following up with a Standing Moonsault as he goes for the cover.
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NO!
Kyle kicks out with authority as Taichi creates some distance. As Kyle gets to a vertical base, his opponent charges him but Kyle goes full Street Fighter on him and unleashes a brutal Roundhouse Kick that takes him to the mat. Taichi kips up and charges Kyle, taking him off his feet as he runs to the nearest corner but Kyle connects with a knee to the chest and manages to float over, connecting with as reverse a Reverse Neckbreaker you’ve ever seen as Taichi whiplashes to the mat with sickening force. O’Reilly grabs his leg and applies a Heel Hook but again, Sabre doesn’t let it last for long as he runs in and connects with a Running Enziguiri to break it up, once again scrambling from the ring afterward so he can’t get scolded.
Kyle is laid out flat as Taichi gets to his feet and raises one leg before dropping the ball of his foot into the chest of his opponent as Kyle sits up coughing. Taichi now grabs a fistful of Kyle’s hair and pulls upward, setting him on his feet before releasing the fistful of hair and delivering a kick to the stomach, then the side, then the chest, before leaping back and connecting with a Crane Kick that puts O’Reilly on his back again. The, “Diabetic Dragon” kips up as Taichi goes for a Spinning Backfist but Kyle grabs the arm and pulls him in, connecting with a Backflip Uranage.
With Taichi down, Kyle heads over and makes the tag to Sweeney as the two men trade places, Larry breaking into the Sweeney Stomp to take advantage of his downed opponent. After a couple trips around, Larry stops and drops an elbow into the abdomen of Taichi, causing the Tekker to sit up coughing, Larry returning the favor for Kyle as he grabs a fistful of hair and guides him up to his feet. Once Taichi is at a vertical base, Sweeney throws a back kick between the legs to the groin and then does a Hip Toss to put Taichi in a seated position as he applies a Diabetic Dragon Sleeper.
Tom Phillips: We could see Taichi fade here!
Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know, Zack Sabre Jr. has been the difference maker in these submissions. One could argue that Sweet ‘n Sour’s Achilles heel in this match is forgetting about him.
Corey Graves: Well I know one thing they aren’t forgetting and that’s their date at Slammiversary!
ZSJ goes to enter the ring but the referee is there to stop him as the two begin to argue. As Taichi tries to fight free, Larry stands up with the hold still applied and then connects with a Scorpion Death Drop. After impact is made, Larry gets up and begins the Sweeney Stomp again. While he’s mid-move, Sabre gets past the referee and hits Larry with a Running Knee, knocking him down as he helps Taichi up before exiting the ring. Taichi grabs the legs of his opponent and applies the Taichi Clutch as Sweeney begins to writhe in the hold.
Before O’Reilly can get involved, Zack pulls him off the apron by the leg and starts pummeling him with punches once he hits the ground. In the ring, Taichi has the hold cinched in as tightly as he possibly can as Sweeney is quickly having his pain threshold tested. Outside the ring, Kyle blocks a punch and delivers a Headbutt to ZSJ before standing up and connecting with another one to knock him down. O’Reilly now enters the ring and kicks Taichi’s head like it was a soccer ball before exiting it once again. Larry is up on spaghetti legs before pivoting and then laughing like a madman as the feeling has returned to them.
Taichi kips up suddenly but Larry puts him back on the mat with a Drop Toe Hold, then leaps and lands in a squatted position on Taichi’s head before heading to his corner and tagging Kyle back in as the two men trade places. Taichi is getting up as Kyle enters as Taichi clobbers him with a forearm to the mouth, then knees him in the solar plexus and hooks his arm around the head when O’Reilly hunches over. Taichi hoists him straight up and holds him there for as long as possible before connecting with the Delayed Vertical Suplex. With Kyle down and dizzied, Taichi takes advantage and makes the tag to his partner ZSJ as the two men trade places.
Tom Phillips: And Zack is the legal man for the first time in this contest.
Mauro Ranallo: Not his first taste of physicality in it, but now he’s free to get all he wants.
Corey Graves: Zack doesn’t strike me as someone that cares much about the rules so I’d say he’s free either way.
As Kyle gets up, the two competitors begin to circle each other. They lunge at each other at the same time, Kyle looking for the lock-up as Zack slaps him across the face. Kyle looks at him angrily and throws a punch but Zack slaps his arm away and connects with Suck It, Boris!. As the uppercut connects, O’Reilly is sent backward into the ropes, Zack catching him as he comes off of them and using the momentum for a Sit-Out Powerbomb. He sits Kyle up and goes to hit him with his own move, the Orange Slice, but O’Reilly rolls out of the way.
Both men are up to a vertical base facing one another as Kyle suddenly tags in Sweeney. As the two trade places, Sabre rushes him but Larry connects with a Bionic Elbow to send him staggering back as he charges and takes him down with a Leg Lariat. Zack is up from the mat quickly as he desperately tags in Taichi, who enters eagerly but is kicked in the stomach as he does as Larry connects with Mama Sweeney’s Secret Recipe. Kyle keeps ZSJ at bay as the cover is made.
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TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sweet ‘n Sour Inc.!
Post-match, The Dynamic Duo rush the ring and knock Sweeney to the mat as they start putting the boots to him. Kyle enters the ring but as he does, he’s tripped up by Zack. Zack enters the ring with Taichi’s microphone stand but as he goes to use it, Galloway and Dunne hit the ring and the Tekkers and the Duo scurry. Galloway and Dunne pick up the stolen Tag Championships the Duo dropped and look at them before handing them to the rightful champions. All four men actually pose together as the show moves on.
The Revolution 100 graphic flashes on the screen as we cut away to a pre-recorded segment. The outside of a pub is shown before we are taken inside, only to find ourselves face-to-face with the former UWF Champion — and first Resistance world champion — Dolph Ziggler!
DOLPH ZIGGLER
Hey, what's up ladies and gentlemen! No doubt you remember who I am, I certainly feel that I need no introduction. But as your resident Show Off, I thought I'd take some time away from the comedy club circuit to congratulate the UWF and EC3 on 100 episodes of Revolution! When Carter bought the UWF, things were looking grim. The McMahon-Helmsley family had just been sued into the ground and frankly, I thought I was going to have to find a new day job. But through his hard work and the hard work of all of the many, many people behind the scenes in production, as well as the dozens of talented performers who have passed through the company, the UWF has not only survived, but thrived. One hundred episodes is an important milestone, and who better to help celebrate than the man who started it all: Me! So, I propose a toast.
Dolph lifts a pint of beer — looks like a lager.
Congratulations UWF on 100 episodes of Resistance. Here's to 100 more! Cheers!
As Dolph knocks his pint back, the feed moves along.
The feed cuts back to the ring where fans are standing by.
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers for the man behind the 100 episodes. He has a stern look on his face as he enters the ring with a mic already in hand.
EC3: I hope everyone's enjoyed tonight's show. It's not too often we have 100 episodes of a show here in UWF and that's not even counting my time as GM of Nitro and NXT. Now I'd love to stand here and reminisce about the start of this brand but I've got more important matters to attend to. Most namely the UWF Championship. Bray Wyatt, I know you're out there listening. It's time for you to come down here and return the UWF Championship.
Ethan looks around, expecting for Wyatt to show up from anywhere. Suddenly the lights go out. Luckily EC3 was prepared for this and he turns on a high powered flashlight, blinding fans in the arena as it sweeps through the crowd.
Corey Graves: Huh, looks like that's all it takes to catch Bray Wyatt.
The lights come back on but Wyatt isn't in the ring. Instead he's seated at the announce table right next to Corey Graves and Mauro Ranallo, Tom Phillips nowhere to be seen.
Mauro Ranallo: Jesus!
The two men scurry away as Wyatt laughs, the UWF Championship sitting in his lap. Wyatt gets up and comes into the ring. He has the title in his arms, hugging it tight to his chest like a baby. He goes to hand it over but then pulls it back close to him. EC3 isn't amused one bit and tells him to hand the title over. Bray Wyatt's sweet and innocent demeanor doesn't take too kindly to be ordered. The smile fades from his face as he just stares daggers into EC3, You can see the beads of sweat fall down Ethan's face but behind him comes Minoru Suzuki walking down the ramp. THE UFC Champion is pissed as all hell. Caught between a rock and a hard place, EC3 opts to just bounce out of the ring.
EC3: Security!
Suzuki slides into the ring and he and Wyatt start swinging for the fences. security comes running out to try and stop the two but Suzuki and Wyatt start attacking them. It doesn't help that from behind, the security is getting taken out by none other than Shibata! The three man are clearing bodies as they fight towards one another. Wyatt has dropped the UWF Championship though and EC3 manages to grab it before walking up the ramp. Shibata headbutts the last member of security before he slides into the ring, all three men staring at one another. Shibata made his return to rid the company of Wyatt but the spike piledriver on the concrete last week has him out for Suzuki's blood. Shibata goes after Suzuki, tackling him into the corner. He starts throws lefts and rights but Wyatt runs over and squishes the both of them with a body avalanche! He grabs Shibata in a waistlock and throws him back with a release german but Shibata lands on his feet. He starts attacking Wyatt with strikes, Suzuki doing the same from the corner. Together they're beating the hell out of Wyatt as if Goku and Vegeta teamed up to fight Majin Buu! Wyatt looks dazed but it's only about to get worse as they both move in for a double headbutt! All three skulls collide with all men falling back. Each of them is clearly dazed but they're still fighting to get back up to their feet. More security however has come pouring out from the back and is able to hold them back and keep them at bay. It still may not be enough as the three men fight through what's obviously concussions and yet they can still kick security guard ass. They're mowing down more guards when more cavalry comes out including Spud and Mick Foley. Ethan himself helps security hold back Shibata as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Ricochet vs Roman - Bodor
WARHORSE vs Jericho - Fauche
Hornswoggle vs Suzuki, Sweet N' Sour vs Dangerous Tekkers - Dresden
Kendrick vs Sammy, Dunne & Galloway vs Phenomenal Fan Club, Styles vs Cedric - Danny
