Revolution 1/13/21

[Danny]

As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.

Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.

Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: In singles competition, Sammy Guevara faces WARHORSE.

Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, The Phenomenal Fan Club takes on H.I.T.

Tom Phillips: In non-title action, The Dynamic Duo will take on Time Machine.

Mauro Ranallo: Randy Orton will tangle with Shibata.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, Chris Jericho versus Bray Wyatt.

Mauro Ranallo: But first it's Cedric Alexander vs Miro in our opening contest but first some words from AJ Styles.


As Revolution continues, things head backstage where AJ Styles is.



”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: There’s a conflict going on inside of me right now, Chris. On one hand I’m smiling ear-to-ear about you attacking me last week, because in a way, I’m proud of you for not taking the attack at Slammiversary and the mouth running I’ve been doing lying down. Hell, I want more! But as proud as I am of you for showing there’s survivor in you, I’m prouder of myself because you giving me that receipt, it means I’m under your skin. I’m living inside of your head, Chris, like the Judas you believe yourself to be. On the other hand though, I’m good and pissed off that you did what you did. It was bad enough that I didn’t get to beat Miro within an inch of his life because he decided video games were more important, but then you attacked me from behind, so I left Revolution with egg on my face and it’s still freakin’ there!

But that’s alright, because these idiots that call themselves my Fan Club aren’t the only ones I’m going to whip into better shape. I’m going to get better, if you can imagine that, and when I ascend I won’t just be, “Phenomenal”, I’ll be the one of us that’s a true god, the Demi-God.


Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!



And here comes Miro! Miro walks out, all business but still a huge grin on his face. The Bulgarian flag appears on the tron.



As Miro lands from jumping up into the air, his pyro goes off and he screams out 'MACHKAAAAAAA!'. He then rips his t-shirt off and heads down the ramp.

Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Plovdiv, Bulgaria, weighing in at 304 lbs, Miro!

Miro stomps up the steel steps and strolls across the ring apron. He vaults the ropes and runs towards the other side, arms spread wide, huge grin on his face. Miro then backs into a corner and awaits the start of the match.

Ranallo: Last week Miro failed to make it to his match after a heated gaming session. He'll looke to rebound here against Cedric Alexander, who is looking to right the ship after some key losses.

Phillips: He's also got an offer from Rey Mysterio to join HIT but he'll be looking to prove that he can continue to go at it alone.

Miro's music fades and gives way to another tune...



Chimel: 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.

The competitors stare each other down while Chimel bails. The Official ensures they're both ready to go before calling for the bell.


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DING DING


Just as soon as that bell sounds, Cedric moves in fast. Miro seems surprised by the sudden approach and braces himself for a collar-and-elbow, but Cedric denies him there, not wanting to enter a power struggle with the much larger man. Instead, Alexander shoots for a double leg, looking to take the Bulgarian Brute off balance with his momentum and technique. The avid gamer counters before a complete take down, though. He sits on the shot, sinking down and leaning forward to press the tenacious young competitor into the mat belly-first.

Miro then uses his impressive strength to deadlift Cedric up with a Gutwrench lift. He tries to rotate that into a powerbomb, but Ceddy is able to spin out and escape, slipping through and landing on his feet before backing up a few steps.

They lock eyes and Miro laughs, slapping his biceps and then flexing to mock his opponent. Alexander wags a finger, like, nu-uh, no way brother. Miro beckons him to take another shot.


Ranallo: A classic David-and-Goliath style match here. Alexander is an astonishing athlete with unparalleled speed and aerial prowess, whereas Miro is an absolute tank.

Graves: Cedric needs to be careful he doesn't get baited into Miro's game here. It'll be a mauling on par with The Revenant.

Phillips: He'll have to stick and move, try and keep Miro off balance and out of breath.


Miro stands flat-footed in the middle of the squared circle and drops his hands, welcoming a free shot. He nods to the ropes and tells Ceddy to get some speed behind it. A competitive spirit gets the best of the cruiserweight. He turns and dashes towards the three cables on the ramp-side, bounces off and comes in quick with a shoulder block. It's like a car hitting a brick wall. Miro grunts but doesn't back up. Alexander moves away to examine his work, at which point Miro brushes it off and insists he try again.

Sure enough, Alexander runs for the ropes on commentary side this time. When he rebounds off, there's an obvious upgrade in acceleration now. The boost means he hits even harder. Shoulders crunch against each other and both men are staggered. Miro shakes his head "no" like it's not a big deal. Alexander is tired of this game. His Tarheels leave the ring as he jumps high and clips his foe clean in the chin with a beautiful dropkick!

With two bootprints tanning his astounding jawline, Miro stumbles backwards into the ropes, which force him back towards the middle. Cedric is waiting there, catching the Bulgarian on the way back with a hurricanrana! He flips Miro overhead and down on to the canvas, wasting no time in grabbing a leg and trying for a cover now that he finally has the other man grounded. The Referee moves in to make the count...



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Miro powers out just after two, shoving Alexander clean off with both arms. Not at all discouraged, Ceddy rolls away and finds the ropes again, using the assist to build some speed. Hustling back towards Miro as he starts to stand, The Soul jumps up, hooks his legs around that tree trunk neck again, and nails a big ol' tilt-a-whirl headscissors take down. Once more, he uses his body flipping back and over to divorce the Best Man from the ground.


Ranallo: This is exactly the game plan Cedric needs to stick with!

Phillips: There might not be a more gifted natural athlete in the sport today.


Landing in a seated position, Miro is left stunned and open for Alexander to run up behind him to execute that kinda House Call style kick he does but to the front of the face, nah mean? Anyway, it's a boot to the mouth and it drops his opponent. To follow up, Cedric heads to the ropes, steps through to the apron, launches himself up on to the top and then bounces off with a humongous 450 Splash! It's a marvelous rotation and the aerial maneuver lands flush! So severe is the impact that Alexander actually bounces off maybe six inches before he lands back on top of Miro to attempt a second cover...



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Miro kicks out a two! Cedric seems shocked, but stays right at it.


Phillips: I'm impressed that Miro was able to kick out of that combination.

Graves: He's more than just a handsome face, Phillips. You can add Zangief-esque wrestling talent and expert-level gaming wizard to his resume, among other things.


Alexander yanks Miro up to his feet and looks to hold him close with a side headlock. But the Bulgarian is fed up, and powers forward, keeping Ceddy in his clutches before driving him hard into the nearest turnbuckle. Cedric crumples between the rock and hard place, and things only get worse when Miro launches him halfway across the ring with a release Saito Suplex. His neck and shoulder bones crunch haphazardly on the mat, sending a concerned hush over the crowd.

Miro takes a few seconds to regain his composure before marching purposefully over to his downed competition. A dazed Alexander looks to try and find his feet but is cut off by a stern stomp to the spine. Cedric is buried under a barrage of follow up boots, earning some boos from the crowd. But that rascal Miro just looks at the people and shrugs, like, ya know, that's the job.

Still, he finishes with the mudhole stuff and opts to go back to what brought him to the dance in the first place. Raw strength, baby. He reaches down and hoists Alexander off of the canvas like it ain't nothing but a thing, lifting him up sideways and then executing a picture-perfect Fallaway Slam!


Graves: Just look at the strength of Miro!

Ranallo: He damn near tossed Alexander out of the ring!


It's true. Cedric lands near the far ropes. Miro has to drag him away before trying for a cover. The Official slides down and makes the count...



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Cedric gets a shoulder up after two! Miro sits up and holds a questioning pair of fingers up at the Ref, unsure whether his counting is even all that good. The Referee is like "I'm a great counter so never you mind about that." Again, a whimsical shrug from the Gamer just brushes it off.

Bending down, the man they once called Rusev grabs hisself a handful of Cedric again and picks him up. Poor Ceddy isn't putting up much of a fight all of a sudden. Seems he's really feeling it. A Bane-style backbreaker across the broad Bulgarian shin only complicates matters further. Miro stays kneeling like he's Kaepernick or maybe Tebow, keeping Alexander draped spine-first over his leg while pressing down on his chest and legs to work some kinda back-breaker submission thing. Very fancy.


Ranallo: Ugh! That is a brutal-looking submission by the Bulgarian!

Graves: If he injures Alexander's back, that's gonna be the end of the speed advantage. You can kiss all those flips and flops goodbye, while you're at it.


Groaning in pain, Alexander trembles as tortured shockwaves convulse through his whole entire body. Miro presses down harder and the Referee leans in, just waiting for the chance to call it. Cedric isn't ready to quit, though. He can't! He won't! He has a lot to prove coming off of that loss in the hellacious Falls Count Anywhere match. There'll be no tapping tonight.

Miro can smell that mentality all over him and opts to abandon the attempt before he gasses out his beefcake arms trying to make something happen that ain't finna. He hoists the North Carolinian in that Fallaway position once more before rotating him around into a waistlock. From there, he launches Cedric overhead with a classic German Suplex! Except Ceddy flips out and lands on his feet.


Phillips: Oh wow!

Ranallo: Cedric Alexander sticks the landing!


With no time to see it coming, Miro gets totally caught off guard and blasted by a Neuralyzer when Alexander hits the ropes, handsprings back and nails an Ensiguri! The Soviet Goon collapses when the boot finds his off button. Cedric lands right beside him and shoots the half just as fast as he can...



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No! Miro kicks out! Exasperated, Alexander clenches his fists tight and eyes shut while he searches for a second win. The Soul finds it within himself, and with the crowd rallying behind him, heads for the turnbuckle.


Ranallo: Looks like he might be taking things into Overtime!

Graves: Not so fast!


Just as Cedric has scaled the corner post and turned to line up his Frog Splash, Miro comes to and throws himself into the ropes. The shockwaves rattle the cables, knocking the aerial auteur off balance. The fans gasp as Alexander falls towards the outside, but somehow, someway, he sticks the landing on the apron! Miro is right there next to him, and Cedric capitalizes on the position. Bracing himself with a hand on the top rope, he jumps up and once again finds a home for his shoe in his opponent's mug!

Miro gets knocked silly and backwards, staggering away. Cedric eyes him up before propelling himself on to the top rope and soaring off...


Ranallo: Well he compared himself to Mario leading into this match. Are we going to see him stomp his competition into oblivion like that funny little plumber?

Phillips: Looks more like a flying clothesline!


Indeed! Ceddy comes in hot and heavy with his airborn clothesline and - OH GOSH OH NO OH MY MACKA KICK!

Miro Machka Kick's Miro right out of the sky! The crowd goes nuts, totally surprised by the stunning counter! Alexander falls hard to the mat and Miro falls on top to make the cover...



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DING DING



YOUR WINNER...
MIRO!


The Bulgarian is a little wobbly up on his feet when the Referee raises his hand, but the victory soon sinks in and brother, he's hyped. Alexander, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, disappointed to have the hard-fought battle go the other way.


Ranallo: That was an absolutely unbelievable highlight-reel counter from Miro to bring an end to this match.

Graves: We talked a lot about the speed of Alexander but the suddenness from Miro to nail that Matchka Kick was terrifying.

Phillips: A tough way to go out for Cedric but we know he'll come back swinging. There's no quit in that man.


Miro celebrates in the ring when suddenly...


CHHH-CHHH-



MESSAGE FROM THE VOICE OF CLARITY.

The titantron suddenly fuzzes up to the confusion of Miro standing in the middle of the ring. A very signature interruption from one UWF competitor.

Corey Graves: Oh great…

Tom Phillips: Is it…?



The face of the Warhorse comes up on the titantron, as the emotion on Miro’s face of not knowing why this man’s even coming up on the screen is maintained.

WARHORSE: MIRO, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WIN OVER A WEAKENED CHUMP, BUD. I’M SURE IT TOOK ALL OF YOUR STRENGTH, FORTITUDE AND WILL POWER TO PULL THAT ONE OVER WITH ALL THAT EFFORT YA GOT IN YA, SEEING AS WELL YOU WELL, DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO SHOW UP TO THE GODDAMN FUCKIN’ ARENA LAST WEEK. YET THAT’S WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE AND THINGS THAT WE JUST HAVE TO ACCEPT WITH THE TYPA MAN YOU ARE.

SEEING AS CEDRIC IS BEHIND YOU, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO START QUESTIONING WHAT TYPA THREAT STANDS BEFORE YOU, MAN. I HEARD YOUR LITTLE CHAT WITH HIM THOUGH, AND IT’S REAL INTERESTING HOW YOU LOOK AT IT ALL. I DEMOLISHED HIM, YOU DESTROYED HIM. YOU SHOWN HIM MERCY AND VOWED TO GET IT OVER WITH, WHILE I MADE SURE THAT HE FELT IT. MAYBE IT’S A MORAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US, I’M NOT SURE.

Mauro Ranallo: Moral differences? Like right and wrong? Mercy and cruelty?

The Warhorse shakes his head then looks back into the lens.

NOW, I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE GOT TO SAY DOWN THERE ON YOUR DO GOODER PEDESTAL, BUT I BET WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND IS WHY SHOULD YOU CARE ABOUT THIS? YOU BEAT THE CEDRIC LEVEL, NOW WHERE’S THE NEXT THING. ALWAYS WAITING FOR INSTANT GRATIFICATION, NEED, AND COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT TO BE IN THIS GAME. AFTER ALL, IT’S JUST A GAME TO YOU. NOT A SPORT, NOT AN ART, NOT A BUSINESS.

SO LET ME PUT THIS IN LAYMAN’S TERMS FOR YOU, MUSCLE MAN, YOU’LL ALWAYS BE A SIDE CHARACTER FOR AS LONG AS YOU MAINTAIN THIS SCHTICK. MAYBE NOT IN THE MOMENT, NOT AT THE SECOND, BUT THIS GAME WILL EAT YOU UP AND SPIT YOU UP BEFORE YOU CAN SIT DOWN ON YOUR COSY CHAIR AND GET YOUR STREAM BOOTED UP. WHAT’LL STOP THAT FROM HAPPENING IS BEING ME, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, THE ROLE’S TAKEN, BUD.

SO YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO TAKE IT, GAME PLAYER. BATTER UP, AND HIT ‘EM DOWN. THE CROWD WILL GO WILD FOR ANOTHER FALLEN HERO. EATEN BY THE GAME THEY THINK THEY LEAD. I’LL BE SEEING YOU, BOY, AND I’M SURE YOU’LL KNOW YOUR PLACE IN MY GAME BY THEN.



CHHH-CHHH-

Corey Graves: His game? And like that he's gone again.

Miro is clearly not happy with the statement that the Warhorse has put out, looking riled at the mockery he's taken on him by the Warhorse. We assume he's not going to take this one lightly, we  heads elsewhere.


As Revolution continues, things head to an area offsite from the arena where Heath Slater and Rhino are standing next to each other, looking confused as they look up at the gate they were just dropped off at. It reads, “Phenomenal Boot Camp”. They shrug and walk inside.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: It’s about time you maggots showed up! You’re late! And when you’re late to Phenomenal Boot Camp, the consequences are just like the name of the program suggests, they’re phenomenal!

Heath is trying to contain himself but can’t help but laugh and crack a smile.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Did I say something funny, maggot? Or have you come down with a case of the giggles?

Heath Slater: No sir, it’s just an honor to be yelled at by you, sir!

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: And that’s the first thing we’re going to work on, because while I appreciate you have an eye for talent and recognize me for the once in a lifetime gift that I am, the two of you are too starstruck for my liking. It’s plastered on your stupid faces that you’re just happy to be here, you were complacent the moment you stepped into the company. Sure you get sad about your losses but does it really bother you? Does it...

AJ stops as he sees Heath is raising his hand.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: WHAT?

Heath Slater: Sir, isn’t it important not to get hung up on a loss and keep moving forward, sir?

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Sure it is, when you freakin’ win sometimes! You wastes of contract money are zero and two! But it’s like I said last week, no more! When you get done with this program you’re going to be worthy of being called my Phenomenal Fan Club. But it’s not going to be easy, and that’s why I’ve recruited an old friend to help whip you into shape!

AJ is soon joined by someone else that steps out of the barracks.

”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: This is Tomko. You will know him as the, “Problem Solver” because that’s exactly what he does, he solves problems. And right now, boy oh boy, do you two problems need solved! Tomko, what’s first on the agenda for these two?

”The Problem Solver” Tomko: I want to see how tough you little girls are, because from looking at you, I’m not impressed. So what we’re going to do is you’re going to try and snatch this beanie from my head. Sounds simple enough, right?

Heath and Rhino nod.

”The Problem Solver” Tomko: WRONG!

Tomko blasts Heath in the face with a big boot.

”The Problem Solver” Tomko: Come on! You’ve got kids, right? Show ‘em their Daddy isn’t a chicken shit! Show me some soul, Ginger Snap!

As he’s berating Heath, Rhino makes an attempt at the beanie. Tomko backhands him in response.

”The Problem Solver” Tomko: Ballsy but not ballsy enough, Rhinoceros! Come on, “Snore Machine”, show me what makes you a so-called hardcore legend!

AJ watches as the two continue to struggle with Tomko with a smile on his face as Revolution continues.




”Get Ready To Fly” begins to play as the team known as the Phenomenal Fan Club, Heath Slater and Rhino, make their way out onto the stage. The two men are all smiles as they take in the moment before making their way down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Detroit, Michigan and Pineville, West Virginia respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and eleven pounds. They are the team of Heath Slater and Rhyno, The Phenomenal Fan Club!

Both men enter the ring and pose for the crowd before getting ready for the match ahead.




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




DING DING DING


Ricochet steps into the ring, ready to prove that "King Puma" is more than just a name. Heath is confident he can handle him and the two lock up. He gets Ricochet in a side headlock immediately. The King is able to to lean back into the ropes and shoot him off. Slater comes back with a clothesline which Ricochet ducks and wraps his legs around his arm, flipping him over with a crucifix driver! He doesn't even keep his shoulders on the mat, instead popping right back up.. Slater looks dazed and so Ricochet picks him right back up only to take him down with a northern lights suplex. He goes from the bridge into flipping back over and picks him up again with a deadlift suplex! He now goes for the pin.



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Slater kicks out! Ricochet brings him back to his feet and brings him over to Ali to make the tag. Together they whip Slater into the ropes and when he comes running back they hit him with a double back elbow followed by a standing moonsault from Ricochet and a leg drop from Ali. Slater ends up rolling out of the ring to get away but Ali runs back and comes diving out with a suicide dive to take him out! He throws Slater back into the ring but Rhino comes over and stares him down. Ali doesn't back down but the ref gets between the two. Ali goes back into the ring but as he's coming in, Slater runs over and knees him in the side of the head!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Rhino's distraction paid off.

Corey Graves: If you saw a big mass of a man come up and stare you down, would that not distract you?


Slater picks him up and throws him into his corner. He tags in Rhino and gives Ali a few shoulder thrusts before stepping out. Rhino comes in and picks up Ali onto his shoulders. He brings him to the center of the ring but Ali ends up reaching down and grabbing his eyes which causes Rhino to drop him. Rhino turns around and eats a dropkick from Ali that makes him stumble backwards a bit. Ali then runs at him but Rhino scoops him up with a powerslam! He stays on him for the pin.



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Ali kicks out! Rhino grabs Ali's hair and pulls him up. He keeps a hold of the hair and starts swinging away at him. Ali looked dazed as all hell and Rhino once again picks him up onto his shoulders. He then runs to his corner and gives him a death valley driver! Slater tags himself in and climbs up to the top turnbuckle while Rhino drags him to the center of the ring. Heath leaps off and connects with a leap frog! He hooks both legs for a deep cover!



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Ricochet comes in and breaks up the pin! Slater holds his head from the stomp to the back of the head but he still gets to his feet and brings Ali up along with him. He hoists Ali onto his shoulders and drops him down over his knee with a gutbuster! Ali rolls around in pain and Heath looks excited to be in control. Ali tries to crawl over to his corner but Heath stands in his way. As a matter of fact, he stands over him and throws his arms out like he's going to go for a Styles Clash! He lifts up Ali in position and tries to lock his legs around his arms but Ali wraps his legs around his head and flips him forward with a hurrincanrana! Rhino tries to run into the ring but Ricochet comes in with a springboard dropkick to knock him out of the ring! Slater pops back up only to eat a superman punch by Ricochet followed by a dive to the outside to take down Rhino! Slater is stunned and Ali runs at him and connects with a tilt-a-whirl DDT! He then moves him closer to the ropes before climbing up and hitting the 054! He goes for the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the Heroes In Training!






Slater rolls out of the ring and Rhino tends to him while Ricochet and Ali celebrate their win as the show moves on.


The Revolution logo splashes the screen as we are taken to a prerecorded segment backstage, in a comfortable-looking office space where former UWF announcer and now producer Michael "Maggle" Cole is standing — or, rather, sitting by.



MICHAEL COLE
Good evening UWF Universe, my name is Michael Cole and tonight I'm here with one half of a tag team who have been on a rampage since coming to the UWF together a few months ago, Pete Dunne. Pete, welcome.

The camera now cuts to a shot of the man who was just introduced, seeming bored but here because he's been told he has to be. Dunne simply nods, so Cole takes things back his way for a question.

Pete, in recent weeks you and your tag partner have had your sights set plainly on the UWF World Tag Team Champions, the Dynamic Duo. The pair of you have ambushed them twice and all of the UWF Universe is wondering: what is your intention? Why them, and why now?

The camera returns to Dunne, who is grinning sadistically with thoughts of what he and Drew Galloway did to the champions just last week. He begins to speak in an even tone.



PETE DUNNE
Look, Michael, it's really rather simple, yeah? Drew keeps saying it, but nobody is listening: we're tired of being overlooked and booked against the clowns of the week. The Heroes in Training? Time Machine? The Dangerous Tekkers? All of these teams are just sideshow acts, and we took each of them out to the trash where they belong. And every time we've been put in the ring with anyone resembling serious competition, we've mopped the canvas with them.  The simple fact of the matter is that Hell in a Cell match at Slammiversary should have been a triple threat match. We earned ourselves a shot by beating the former champions, but Foley chose not to acknowledge it, so now we're in the position we are in now. But Drew and I, we're not the sort to just rest on our laurels. We see an opportunity, we take it. With Larry and Kyle seemingly out of the picture, we see a shot at the champions and we want it. And we're going to do everything we can to get it, up to and including assaulting them on the regular.

Back to Cole now, who seems concerned.

But Pete, the kind of attack we saw last week had a special kind of viciousness to it. You and Drew weren't out to hurt, you were out to seriously injure the champions...

Dunne cuts Michael off.

No. Cole, if Drew and I wanted to injure Sami and Becky, they'd be in hospital right now sipping their dinners through straws. What we did last week was just a declaration of war. A warning shot. The fight we are going to bring to the new champions is the kind of fight they've never had in all four of their UWF World Tag Championship reigns. The New Day, the Undisputed Era, even my former brothers British Strong Style — they run through a laundry list of teams they've beaten to win and retain those championships, but none of those names is Dunne and Galloway. Our shot has been a long time coming and we're not going to miss. Because those two, they talk a big game about how they've elevated the titles and made the division better. What they should realize is Drew and I, we're the natural result of all of the work they did. We are that elevation. We are the next step in UWF's tag team division, the next big thing on the scene, and when we beat them both and claim those championships, they're not going to get to keep setting records with a fifth win. We're going to hold them until we retire.

Pete smirks after that. Michael opens his mouth to follow up, but Dunne simply stands up, adjusts his suit jacket and leaves. Cole is left flabbergasted. He's not used to people walking out on him. He turns to the camera.

Well, that is apparently it for tonight. Thank you for joining me.

The feed cuts back to the Revolution logo as it moves along.




"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.



LIVE WIRE BY MOTLEY CRUE HITS THE PA LIKE A LIGHTNING BOLT AS THE CROWD ANTICIPATE THE ARRIVAL OF THE HEAVY METAL GOD KNOWN AS WARHORSE, 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 REBEL SECTION OF THE CROWD AGAIN. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH ASS THIS RULES, AND HOW MUCH HE'S ABOUT TO RULE. WATCH YO' AUNTIE JIMMY.

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DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, Sammy runs at WARHORSE and knocks him silly with a dropkick. He pops right back up and starts throwing some punches to WARHORSE in the corner but the Ass Ruler isn't gonna let that shit fly. He shoves him back a few paces and runs after him but Sammy takes him down with a leg lariat. Both men rush back up to their feet but this time WARHORSE simply grabs at Sammy's waist and prevents him from getting away or building any momentum. He crudely tackles him to the ground and just starts pounding away. Sammy covers up and manages to break free from his grasp, getting to his feet but he's stumbling about. WARHORSE runs over and clotheslines him in the corner. He runs back and connects with a second clothesline before going back and executing a third one! Sammy looks all sorts of out of it as his limp body falls face first and WARHORSE turns him over to make the pin.



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Guevara kicks out! WARHORSE grabs his hair and pulls him back up. Sammy throws a few kicks to the outside of the leg but WARHORSE just straight headbutts him back down to the mat. He pulls him up again and this time walks with him over to the corner.From there he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle over and over again, headbanging along whilst throwing the devil horns up with his free hand. The ref gets on him about this but he can't stop the power of pure Metal! WARHORSE yells at him to back off and he does or else he suffers the wrath of the WARHORSE. He brings Sammy back up once more but Guevara ends up headbutting him in the gut! WARHORSE hunches over holding his gut and Sammy leaps over him, hooking his legs around his arms and executes a sunset flip bomb! He stays on him for the pin!



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WARHORSE kicks out! Sammy crawls over to the corner and catches his breath while WARHORSE grabs at his neck. Both men end up getting to their feet at about the same time but WARHORSE isn't hurt as much and he charges at Sammy, clotheslining him over the ropes. Guevara ends up hooking his arm on the rope to prevent him from falling to the floor. He lands on the apron unknown to WARHORSE. When he turns back around, Sammy throws a high kick to the head to send him staggering backwards. Sammy then springboards into the ring and hits a shooting star plancha!


Mauro Ranallo: Not every day you see a shooting star plancha to the inside of the ring.

Corey Graves: Sammy Guevara is an innovator. While I've grown to tolerate WARHORSE more, Sammy has always been trying new things. Maybe this time it will finally pan out though.


They collide in the ring and Sammy kips back up to his feet. WARHORSE hasn't even moved yet but Sammy runs forward and does a running shooting star press on him. He goes to hook the leg but WARHORSE kicks out before the ref can even make a one count! He powers back up to his feet but Sammy gives him a spinning back kick to the gut. He tries to Irish whip him to the ropes but WARHORSE reverses. Sammy hooks both arms underneath the top rope to prevent himself from bouncing off them. WARHORSE runs at him but Sammy gets his feet up and kicks him, flipping back and landing on the apron. WARHORSE stumbles backwards from the kick and so Sammy springboards into the ring once more. He's going for a crossbody this time but WARHORSE ends up catching him on his shoulders. Sammy squirms around to get free but WARHORSE throws him up and drops him right across his knee with a backbreaker! He shoves him off and makes the pin.



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Sammy kicks out! WARHORSE decides to exit onto the apron and go up top, wanting to end this one already. Sammy however can sense what's coming and rolls to the ropes. WARHORSE shakes his head and jumps back into the ring. He's cursing underneath his breath as he walks over to Sammy. The Spanish God however grabs onto the ropes and spins his body around to essentially kick the legs out from under WARHORSE who ends up falling into the middle rope and hanging himself on it! Sammy gets up and goes to the apron. With WARHORSE hanging out of the ring, Sammy just runs up and kicks him in the side of the head! He goes back into the ring and picks up a dazed WARHORSE he lifts him up for a back suplex but then transitions into a DDT on the way down! He makes the pin!



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WARHORSE kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Sammy Guevara is putting his talents on a showcase tonight.

Tom Phillips: I haven't seen Sammy so determined to put someone away in a long time.

Corey Graves: When he came back he said he was on a mission to prove all the doubters wrong and he's making a believer out of me.

Mauro Ranallo: If he keeps this up and does away with his normal showboating he could go far.

Corey Graves: Well when you're as talented as he is, it's kind of hard not to show boat.


Sammy gets to his feet and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He gets himself situated but WARHORSE gets back to his feet and runs to the ropes and knocks him off balance. Sammy falls and racks himself on the top rope and so WARHORSE runs over and grabs hi, flipping him over int the ring. He decides to go up top himself and watches as Sammy slowly rises to his feet. WARHORSE leaps off and hits him with the ASS RULER! Sammy goes down and WARHORSE flips him over to make the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!


The Warhorse leans against the ropes and gets back up with his footing, hobbling towards the middle of the ring. Sammy rolls to the outside as Warhorse looks towards the ring steps of Tom Phillips walking up to go and interview the victor of this contest with a microphone in hand. He climbs through the ropes as the Warhorse waits on him to come through, walking into the middle of the ring to question the Warhorse.

Tom Phillips: Big win over Sammy Guevara here tonight, what’s next for the Warhorse?

The Warhorse laughs slightly at this.

WARHORSE: BIG?! SAMMY GUEVARA A BIG OL’ WIN ‘EH… GIVE THE KID CREDIT, HE PUT A FEW OTHER BOYS DOWN, BUT HE DIDN’T LEAVE A SCRATCH THAT WON’T HEAL ON THE WARHORSE, NO DENT TO GO SEE THE DOCTOR. I DON’T KNOW IF THAT’S THE TYPA GAME HE’S GOT, BUT SO BE IT. THE WARHORSE DOESN’T FIGHT THAT WAY, NEVER AND EVER. RAW HORSEPOWER SINCE DAY ONE.

IF IT WASN’T CLEAR ALREADY I’VE GOT MY EYES ON ANOTHER TARGET, A MAN MOUNTAIN, AND SOMETHING MANY DEEM UNTOUCHABLE. NO, NOT CHAIN GANG JOHN CENA, I’M TALKIN’ THAT TWITCH STREAMING, DEW CHUGGING, DORITO MUNCHING, MIRO. THEY SAY HE’S ON THE UP, THE MOMENTUM IS GETTING SHOT UP HIS ASS LIKE A BULLET TO A GORILLA WHO’S HOME HAS BEEN INVADED, BECAUSE THIS IS MY GODDAMN LAND, BOY, BETTER RECOGNISE.

The Warhorse paces around the ring.

NOT ONLY WILL YOU NOT WALK ON BY THE WARHORSE, YOU’LL TURN BACK. LITTLE OL’ MIRO DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO TRY TO WALK UP THE HILL AND CEMENT HIS PLACE HERE, NO HE WAITED TIL A WEAKER OPPONENT COULD BE HERE IN FEAR OF EMBARRASSMENT. HELL, I WOULDA PROBABLY BET MONEY ON HIM IF HE EVEN WALKED OUT THERE, BUT HE DIDN’T, HE CONSCIOUSLY DECIDED NOT TO SHOW UP. WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT THE MAN?

NOTHING GOOD, I TELL YOU. BUT WHAT DOES IT SAY ABOUT ALL OF YOU? I SAW YOU CHEERING HIM, ENCOURAGING HIM, AND RALLYING BEHIND THE MAN TONIGHT. SO WHAT’S THERE TO THEM, TOM?

Tom doesn’t look confident from the brash Warhorse’s words but feels obligated to respond.

Tom Phillips: Oh, I wouldn’t know, I think they’re trying to show their support-

WARHORSE: SUPPORT A COWARD?

Tom Phillips: I-

Warhorse snatches the microphone off Tom Phillips.

WARHORSE: SHUT UP TOM, MY FUCKING GOD. FRANKLY, IF YOU DON’T REALISE WHERE THE WARHORSE STANDS, AND WHY YOU SHOULD RESPECT THAT BY NOW, WHERE EVEN ARE YOU? THE TOP IS WHERE I’M AT. ASK SAMMY, ASK HORNSWOGGLE, ASK CEDRIC. SEE WHERE MY HEAD’S AT, BECAUSE THEN YOU’LL LOOK AROUND AND HAVE THE EPIPHANY OF WHERE THE WARHORSE IS.

The Warhorse lets go of the microphone, and walks off, going through the ropes as his energetic music comes back through the PA like a lightning bolt.



MOMENTS AFTER THE EVENTS OF KATSUYORI SHIBATA VS CHRIS JERICHO

Katsuyori Shibata enters the gorilla position, standing prideful and tall. He is reassured of himself after such a dominant victory. So confident in himself at this moment, that he figures he might as well confront is current greatest enemy. He scours the backstage area for anyone, walking rather triumphantly with his head held high. He finally finds someone with their head in a notebook, and calmly questions them.




Shibata: Have you happened to see any trace of Bray Wyatt in this building?

The notebook guy is flustered by the sudden appearance of one of wrestling's most feared warriors. But he gathers himself, looks straight into the eyes of Shibata and answers...

Follower: He is here.

Shibata steps back, bewildered. He goes to question the strange man again but he quickly runs off. Shibata shakes his head, attributing the strange response to the man just being odd. He retraces his steps back toward gorilla where he happens to find a woman lurking in front of a production room.

Shibata: Excuse me, would you mind moving over? I would like to get into there.

The woman returns Shibata's request with a smile and obliges. Before entering the production room however, Shibata pauses... turning back to the woman with a dark, dark thought deep in his mind that he hopes is just a fantasy.

Shibata: Actually... could you answer a question for me?... Would you have happened to see any trace of Bray Wyatt anywhere in the building.

The smile on the woman's face disappears. She steps right up to the face of Shibata, looking right into his eyes before saying...

Follower: He is here.

Shibata is completely taken aback, and a haunted look creeps onto his face. That dark dark thought might just not be a fantasy. Shibata is left aghast as he leaves the woman, and storms into a nearby production room looking for more answers. He is immediately stopped dead in his tracks by the image of Bray Wyatt on a singular monitor. He turns to the worker overseeing the monitor... but before he can say anything he's interrupted.

Follower: He is here. 

Shibata, appalled turns back to the single monitor where a new image appears, an even more haunting image.



The Fiend stands tall in the middle of the ring, but it isn't that sight that horrifies Shibata. It's the sight behind him. Members of the crowd standing up, in the same position as him. It almost appears like they... worship him. Shibata had dismissed Bray Wyatt, The Fiend, whatever he is... as just some dejected lonely crazed lunatic. But now... seeing these people... following him... it inspires a whole new fear inside Shibata. The surrounding monitors start flicking on, all with the same haunting image of The Fiend and the followers behind him. Shibata looks at the sea of red monitors, perplexed and disoriented. He simply cannot fathom such an event. The scene fades out on the image of Shibata, confused and surrounded in a sea of red.


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...



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

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

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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Ikemen goes to step forward but he’s stopped by Kodama. The two men look at each other for a moment before each nods to the other, Ikemen stepping through the ropes and standing on the apron. The Dynamic Duo are delighted by this as they try and decide which of them will start the match. It’s decided after a moment that, “The Man” will get first crack as Sami steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Becky and Kodama circle one another, feeling each other out, until Kodama lunges forward and seizes her neck with both arms. Becky is a bit caught off guard by this but still guides his arms away from her throat and kicks him directly in the abdomen. Kodama hunches over as Becky swings her leg up and catches him in the mouth with the toes of her boot, putting him on his back.

Kodama sits up and plants his hands at his sides, beginning to push up as he climbs to his feet. Lynch goes for another kick, this time to the chest, but Kodama catches the leg and pulls violently, causing her to whiplash against the mat. Still keeping hold of the leg, Kodama drags her towards the Time Machine corner and tags in Ikemen with his free hand as Ikemen springs over the ropes and drops an elbow to Becky’s inner thigh. As he gets up and she sits up from the pain, Ikemen grabs two fistfuls of hair on each side of her face and slams her to the mat forcefully. He walks around so that he’s standing above where her head is lying but Becky brings her leg up and back, hitting him right between the eyes as she rolls to her feet, standing beside him, and connects with a Side Russian Leg Sweep.

Becky gets up and lays in the boots to Ikemen a few times before grabbing him and guiding him to his feet, immediately connecting with a Judo Throw that puts him back on the mat. She delivers a few more stomps, this time focusing on the right arm, before tagging out to Sami. Sami comes over the ropes and drops both knees onto the arm of Ikemen before getting up and sprinting across the ring as he takes Kodama off the apron with a Helluva Kick. Zayn turns around and runs back at Ikemen but as he does, Ikemen gets up at the right time to hoist Sami onto his shoulders as he does a Fireman’s Carry into Becky as the champs crash into a heap on the outside floor.

Tom Phillips: Well Weebles might not fall down but the Dynamic Duo do!

Mauro Ranallo: Quick thinking and quick athleticism from Ikemen there.

Corey Graves: Call it what it is, Mauro: a fluke. There’s no way these clowns are getting past the record setting UWF Tag Team Champions!


Sami gets up and dusts himself off but as he does, Ikemen comes through the ropes and connects with a Suicide Dive. As Ikemen gets up, Becky leaps onto his back and applies a body scissors, locking one arm around his neck and laying in punches to the head with her other arm. While this is going on and Ikemen is walking about trying to shake her off, Sami is to his feet, smiling at the sight. Suddenly Kodama leaps onto the crowd barricade and goes running across it as he leaps and hits Becky with a Missile Dropkick as all three of them fall to the ramp. Zayn grabs Kodama as he’s getting up and throws him head first into the crowd barricade, then grabs Ikemen and guides him to his feet, leading him towards the ring and rolling him into it before sliding in after.

As Ikemen begins to get up, Sami cuts off the trip with a Bulldog. After impact, he turns and stays on his opponent by raining down punches to the head and upper back as Ikemen again starts on his way back to his feet. Ikemen gets there despite the punches and thrusts his shoulder into Sami’s abdomen in a way that knocks the wind out of him, then maneuvers the situation into a suplex that sees Ikemen bridging his body and Sami flat on his back as the referee begins to count.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Sami manages to roll out of the pinning predicament and get to his feet as he awaits Ikemen’s return to a vertical base. Once Ikemen gets there, Sami goes for a Running Boot but Ikemen ducks down and scoops him up, charging forward and performing a Buckle Bomb into the turnbuckle in front of them. As Zayn staggers out of the corner, Ikemen connects with a Standing Dropkick to put him back in the corner, this time Ikemen rushing him and laying in stiff punches after impact is made. Sami covers up and begins to slip downward as this allows him to deliver a straight punch to the gut as he then delivers an uppercut followed by a straight elbow to the mouth. As Ikemen is holding his mouth, Sami knees him in the stomach and when Ikemen hunches over, connects with a Modified Over Castle. Sami then tags out to Becky, who is back on the apron, as she comes in and immediately applies an Armbar.

Tom Phillips: Becky not forgetting their working over of that arm earlier.

Mauro Ranallo: Smart and potentially lethal.

Corey Graves: Everything the Dynamic Duo does is lethal, don’t kid yourself with that potentially stuff!


Despite the torque on his arm, Ikemen manages to roll over and punch Becky with his free arm as she dizzily releases the hold. Ikemen gets up holding his arm as he then starts shaking life into it. Lynch is up quickly as Ikemen charges but she reverses into a Becksploder. The two face each other after impact as Becky dares him to go for it again but he instead tags out to Kodama. Kodama enters the ring and the two begin to circle one another. Becky is first to break from it as she lunges at Kodama but he catches her with a Rising Knee to the jaw and then a Spinning Backfist before grabbing her head and driving her face into the mat as he lands sit-out style.

Kodama waits for her to get up and she does. As Becky swings wildly at him, Kodama does the rope-a-dope until she’s tired out, then leads her to the ropes and applies the Tarantula, Sami kicking Kodama in the head before he can cinch it in entirely as Kodama falls to the outside floor. Kodama gets up holding his head as Sami puts him on the floor again with a Meteora. Zayn guides him back to his feet now and rolls him into the ring as Becky connects with a Falling Double Axe Handle to the body before climbing into the mount and beginning to lay punches in to the head. After several stiff shots, Becky gets up and creates some distance as Kodama sits up dizzily, Lynch going for a Soccer Kick, but Kodama lays back to avoid it and sweeps her other leg, rolling her up.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Becky manages to kick out as Kodama creates some distance. As Becky gets up, Kodama goes for the Zero Sen Kick but she grabs the leg and redirects it so that Kodama kicks his other knee as this causes him to hunch enough for her to hook the head and connect with a DDT. Lynch now tags out to Zayn who immediately heads over to Kodama and guides him up enough to put his head between his legs, but Kodama stomps on his foot and hoists him up, reversing the Blue Thunder Bomb attempt into an Alabama Slam.

Tom Phillips: Nice awareness by Kodama there!

Mauro Ranallo: It easily could’ve been over if Sami had connected with that Blue Thunder Bomb he was going for!

Corey Graves: It would’ve been! How did Kodama pull off that farce?

Sami sits up and starts climbing to his feet as Kodama is sizing him up. Once Sami gets to a vertical base, Kodama hits him with the Zero Sen Kick as Zayn staggers a bit before falling but as he falls, he’s able to slap the outstretched hand of Becky as she charges into the ring and takes Kodama down with a Lou Thesz Press, lighting into him with punches. As Becky gets up, Kodama begins his way to a vertical base, his back facing her as she turns him and pulls him in, connecting with a Becksploder. As she gets up, she runs over to the Time Machine corner and grabs Ikemen, connecting with a Becksploder on him. As the referee goes to reprimand, without thinking she grabs him and hits a Becksploder!

Tom Phillips: In her fury, Becky Lynch has attacked the official!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia!

Corey Graves: Hey if it lives and breathes in that ring, it holds potential to be a Dynamic Duo victim!

As a moment passes without consequence, Becky shrugs and then reaches down and grabs Kodama, leading him to his feet and then bending down, hoisting him up into an Electric Chair Drop. At this time Sami is perched on the turnbuckle as he leaps off and they connect with the Doomsday Claymore. The crowd boos as the champions stand there and smile at the message just sent to the number one contenders. Sami then grabs Ikemen and puts his head between his legs, connecting with a Blue Thunder Bomb onto Kodama. Sami throws Ikemen out of the ring and then exits himself as Becky covers Kodama.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Dynamic Duo!

The crowd boo as Sami and Becky celebrate together before being given their titles and exiting the ring to head to the back. Kodama looks at them angrily from the mat as Revolution heads elsewhere.


The camera cuts to a dark, almost pitch-black room in the arena and this causes people to wonder if there is something wrong like a glitch in the broadcast feed. How wrong were these people about to be. The snapping of fingers is heard and instantly there is light in the room, a shade of dark blue that almost borders on purple.

Once the light is brought to this undisclosed location, the audience sees nothing more than a silhouette, a figure in black wearing a hooded cloak standing still like a statue. The audience has no idea what to make of this. That is, until the mysterious figure speaks.

“Why am I here? That’s the question that so many of you will ask. Why am I here? Asking that question would be like asking the cosmos why bad things happen to you. The answer is the same in both instances. ‘Why not?’ My reason for being here is straightforward. I’ve come here to cause chaos, mayhem, despair, and destruction. I’m here to cause pain and misery to others. Why I’m telling you all of this is very simple. It’s because there’s no way, not a single way possible to stop me from doing what I wish.”

After a momentary pause and another snap of her fingers, the lighting turns to normal and the cloaked silhouette is revealed to be none other than Winter. “Should you make the foolish attempt to obstruct me or oppose me in any fashion, then there will be no limits to the torture that you subject yourself to. So, I say that I welcome you to try because in the end, I always get what I want.”



The camera pans up to see “Pretty” Peter Avalon in all his pretty glory, and his robe, sipping a Martini.

Peter Avalon:”Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you there UWF! My name is Pretty Peter Avalon, but you already knew that! Now you’re probably asking yourselves why is this incredibly pretty man here? Well my not so attractive friends, I’m here to clean up the UWF, get rid of all the undesirables but I’m not alone.”

QT Marshall:”That’s right, for too long God’s Gift to Wrestling has been out on the sidelines while unprofessionals like WARHORSE, or Hornswoggle infest the UWF! But no longer will I stand idly by! You know they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but looking at this roster, I don’t think any of these fools have ever eaten an apple!”

Peter Avalon:”Or ever seen a friggin mirror, I mean Sami Zayn looks like a unwashed hobo, and I guess The Man isn’t just a nickname it’s what she looks like too! Oh and the jacket wearing freak, and his friend who looks like he hasn’t slept in years! All of them are on notice because I’m Pretty!”

QT Marshall:”And I’m Gifted, and together we are Pretty Gifted!”

Peter Avalon:”You’re welcome UWF!”


Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!



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.

Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!

Orton marches towards the ring at a methodical pace.

Phillips: Even though he suffered a loss at Slammiversary, Randy Orton has yet to be pinned and after picking up a win last week, he feels he's ready to be thrust right into the main event where he belongs.

Ranallo: Shibata however isn't just going to be pushed to the side. He wants to prove that he still is the one to destroy Wyatt and he'll do whatever is necessary to make his point.

After entering the ring, Orton takes to the turnbuckle to bust out his signature pose while the camera pans around. Very dramatic. Once he climbs down, he stands in that same corner, waiting for his opponent to make the walk.




The booming, harrowing, and terrifying sounds of Shibata hit the arena like a low warcry. There is no outward reaction from the crowd... only a hush comes over them as they await the man's entrance. According to Shibata he is no longer a man here to cause destruction, nor a man of virtue. He is simply here to "make things right".

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

As his name is announced, the king of monsters, the wrestler, a man who can be describes many which ways... arrives. His cold eyes tell a long story full of pain, agony and much more. They're fixated firmly on the ring and nothing else as he begins his walk.



Stoic and slow, he makes his way down to the ring in sync with the tune of the slow, chilling music that plays behind him. Fans pay attention to his every moment and he pays them no attention, his eyes still locked on the ring that will soon become a battlefield. A glare that would haunt a normal person. The polarizing figure now reaches the ring apron and he looks at it for a second. Lately the man had returned to bowing before the ring, a signal of honor... but as much as Shibata wanted to return to that, he knows he's not a honor anymore, and likely never will be again. Now in the ring, it seems as if every eye in attendance is fixated on Shibata. But he just stands there, arms crossed, still as a rock as he waits for the match to begin.




When the music fades, Chimel heads down to ringside. The Referee pats down both men - more a symbolic gesture given their simple, skin-tight attire. Where would they even hide anything? Anyway, they're both ready to rock so Stripes sends it.


VS

DING DING

No rush to get this puppy going. Our competitors tonight are sober as judges, stoic and sturdy as they slowly march towards the center of the ring for a good ol' fashioned stare-down. Chests and noses stop within inches of collision. Eyes lock. Sweat drips. Fans cheer! Nothing has even happened yet, but like Miles Davis used to say, it's not the notes but the spaces in between.

Randy's got some inches on Shibata but The Wrestler ain't intimidated one bit. A nostril flare from the Viper registers as just a smidge too condescending so Shibs cranks him across the jaw with a forearm shiver. Blammy! Orton turns with the blow, puts a hand to his mouth to check that that pretty smile is still in tact. I guess they must be. But Randy isn't too thrilled anyway. He gradually comes back around, scowls at his foe, and then clobbers him with a European Uppercut.

Shibata left himself open for it, prolly to test the waters and see what he's working with here. The former World Champ backs up a step, such is the impact of the bicep punch to the face, but now that he's tasted the soup, he decides to serve himself up a bowl. Katsuyori comes right back at Orton with another elbow to the face, following that up with a spiffy combination of open-hand strikes and a calf-kick tossed in for good measure. The swarm overwhelms the Legend Killer at first - the shots are so sudden that he isn't sure where the heck they're all coming from.

Instinct from years of experience kicks in. He eventually catches an arm and uses it to whip Shibata towards the ropes. The Wrestler purposefully charges towards the cables but with that little bit of space opening up, Orton drops down and rolls out of the ring to the outside.


Ranallo: Shibata came out swinging and Orton has opted to take a moment to collect himself.

Phillips: The veteran has only had a couple of matches since coming back from his extended hiatus. Not to slight his previous competition, but there's just nobody on this roster who can prepare you for Katsuyori Shibata's style.

Graves: Shibata wrestles with his heart and soul. Orton uses his brain. He's three steps ahead already and you two idiots don't even realize it yet. The Viper said he wanted a No Disqualification Match, now watch him bait Shibata into one.


The Wrestler isn't about to wait around for Randy to come back into the ring. He isn't paid by the hour. Stepping through the ropes and on to the apron, he then drops to floor on the ramp side before circling around to the north (?), where Orton is taking his powder.

Seeing his enemy coming in hot, the Apex Predator backs up step by step, like he's luring him in or something. Shibata isn't dissuaded or discouraged - just eager to fight. When Orton approaches the steel steps, he reaches down and grabs the top section off, recklessly tossing it between him and the other man. They crash and clang right at the Japanese Superstar's feet. Shibata stops dead in his tracks and looks down at them, while Orton tells him to pick them up and use them.


Graves: Randy Orton knows that buried - and not even that deeply - inside that man is the psychotic killer we became acquainted with last spring. That's who he wants to wrestle.

Ranallo: Well EC3 nixed any plans to change up the booking of this one-on-one, regulation rules bout. Randy is playing with fire here, and IF Shibata elects to wield those steps, he'll risk a disqualification.


The Official is yelling at them to get back in the ring but it's all falling on deaf ears. Shibata doesn't grab the steps though, but walks over them on his way towards Randy. Frustrated by this, Orton peels around the side of the squared circle towards the commentary side before rolling back through the ropes and up into the ring, stifling the Ref's ten count at four. Shibata follows after his, but cruising at unexpected speed, Randy catches him coming through the ropes with a headlock, yanking him in before dropping him with a Draping DDT!

Big gasp from the fans! Nobody was expecting that, least of all The Wrestler. Randy rolls him over and shoots the half to try for a pinfall...



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Shibata gets a shoulder up just after two! Randy isn't thrilled. He yanks his opponent up into a seated position and slaps on a chinlock to wear that sucker down.


Phillips: Now this is vintage Orton.

Ranallo: This may not be the match he wanted, but you can bet your last buck that the tenacious former P.O.T.U.F. is going to do anything he can to capitalize on this opportunity to propel himself up the rankings. It's been a long time since we've seen the Legend Killer contender for championship gold. The Chinese Zodiac is calling for 2021 to be the Year of the Ox but we might have to skip a few and dub it Year of the Snake!

Phillips: He can't rest on his laurels, though. Backed into a corner, Shibata is even more dangerous than usual.


Orton leans in, forcing his weight into the hold as he grinds down on Shibata and chokes the air from him. Maybe it's the cobwebs taking a second to fall off after that DDT, or it might be the lack of air sending him into a fight-or-flight mode, but after about twenty seconds of it, Katsuyori fires up and fights back.

Fists clenched, brow furrowed, The Wrestler finds the strength to get his feet beneath him. He pushes up, forcing his way to a vertical base with a roar of applause from the energized crowd. He shoots an elbow back into Orton's stomach, winding The Viper and giving himself space to finally escape the chin lock. Whipping around to connect with a Gamengiri, Shibata voluntarily leaves his feet to deal a stunning blow to his opponent.

The Wrestler isn't down for long, however. He's back to his feet in no time, getting behind the Missourian before hooking him around the waist and driving him down with a German Suplex! An impressive bridge is the cherry on top to make for a pin attempt of his own...



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Orton kicks out before the third count! He slithers out of Shibs' grip and rolls towards the nearest turnbuckle, using it to help himself up. Katsuyori follows after him, looking to slap on a Sleeper. Orton holds tight on to the top rope, even as the former UWF Champion sinks on the lethal choke. Because of the position, the Referee has to step in and force a break, insisting on a five count. Despite his efforts to pull Randy away from the sanctuary of the ropes, the threat of a DQ means he has to give it up and back away. The Official even takes a minute to chastise about it.


Graves: You wanna talk about Orton going outside the rules? Look at that maniac fly off the handle!

Phillips: He was trying to wrestle him! Randy was just cowering away.


Except also he was busy untying the top turnbuckle pad all along! Sneaky! Orton turns around just as Shibata shoulders his way past the Ref, done with all this silliness. Randy tosses the pad towards his opponent, distracting him. Jumping all over that, The Viper grabs an arm and Irish Whips him into the exposed steal! Bango! Ow! Chest hits unmoving metal, and hard!


Ranallo: That dastardly Orton is up to his old tricks again!

Graves: You can't prove anything!


Winded and wounded, Shibata staggers backwards and right into the waiting arms of the Apex Predator, who grabs him, scoops him, whips him around and Powerslams him snappier than anyone else in the biz! With Katsuyori's shoulders planted into the canvas, Orton stays on top to try his luck at another cover...



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Kick out at two! Orton sneers at the Ref like he's stupid or something. He's had enough. Recoiling back towards the corner, he drops down and starts pounding the mat like a hungry animal, anticipating a chance to nail his faovuritest move. The crowd buzzes, knowing full well what comes next.


Phillips: Shibata is in dire straits here - the RKO is one of the deadliest moves in the game.

Graves: He's gonna use it to punch his card right into the world title scene. Just you wait and see.


Shibata slowly stumbles up to his feet, dazed and confused, maybe even concussed. The RKO won't help, but it's exactly what Randy goes for. Orton pounces at him - only to get sniped outta the sky by a headbutt! How? It doesn't matter. Shibata bonks skulls to cut that shit off.

Orton goes down hard. Shibata heads for the ropes, bouncing off and coming straight at Randy, aiming for a P.K. on the way by. Orton ducks, flat-backing to avoid the vicious punt and using that position to roll Shibata up! Except the Official doesn't even have time to hit the mat before Katsuyori powers out, springs up and nails a dropkick on the still-seated Orton.

With the Viper knocked senseless by two scoops of boot to the mouth, Shibata grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet before hooking that same head and elevating him suplex-style. The Wrestler stops mid-air, though, instead opting to finish him with a Brainbuster!

But oh no! Orton counters that on the way down with...


Graves: RKO OUTTA NOWHERE!

Ranallo: Countering the Brainbuster! I can't believe it!


Orton lands next to the RKO'd Wrestler, draping an arm over to make the cover...



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Graves: Randy Orton has beaten the former UWF Champion!



Shibata kicks out just in time! The crowd goes wild!


Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Shibata kicks out of the RKO!

Graves: Impossible! The Ref botched the call! I wanna see a replay!


Not even! Somehow, someway, Shibata kicked out of the RKO. The Legend Killer is a little woozy but when he sits up, the fog lifts to reveal a storm. Now he's mad. He crawls towards the ropes and escapes to the floor, ignoring the Referee's calls to get back in the match. Randy marches over to the timekeeper's area, scaring off the staff there before stealing on of their chairs. He folds it up and turns to go back to the ring.


Phillips: Oh no. What's he doing now? Another game?

Ranallo: I think he's done playing games, Tom.


Shibata is just getting back up to his feet when Orton comes through the ropes, chair in hand. Without a moment's hesitation, The Apex Predator winds up and knocks it out of the park, blasting Shibata across the head with the steel chair to knock him out cold. The horrified Official immediately calls for the bell to end the match.


DING DING

YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION...
KATSUYORI SHIBATA!


Orton drops the chair on top of the unconscious, turns to the Ref and drops him with an RKO! The crowd is shocked by the spectacle of it all, but Randy is lost in his own, angry world. He rolls out of the ring without a second thought or damn given, leaving a scene of carnage in his wake. EMTs rush down the ramp, keeping a fair distance from Orton as he heads to the back.

Ranallo: What the hell is Randy Orton's problem?

Graves: He made it clear that he wanted a No DQ Match. Shibata was too afraid to accept. I can't condone his actions but for God's sake, the man used to run this company. You really think he's going to play by anyone else's rules? Do you honestly believe he isn't just going to take whatever he wants?

Phillips: There's no excusing it. Shibata was giving him a helluva fight and rather than play out an actual wrestling match, this maniac resorted to a violent assault. It's disgusting and he should be suspended and fined indefinitely.

Ranallo: There may be some more severe comeuppance than that when Shibata gets his hands on him again...


Shibata is already sitting up, blood trickling down his head. He turns to stare up the ramp, watching Randy leave. There's a spirit of vengeance in the air as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We enter the Funhouse with Wyatt pulling the UWF Championship back and forth with the Horse, Dog, and Elephant puppets all pulling the other side in a tug of war, Once Wyatt notices the camera, he jerks the belt away as hard as he can out of their grasp and the puppets sink away off screen as Wyatt looks at the audience.



Bray Wyatt: Ooop Hi everyone, and welcome to the Firefly Funhouse! Oh how great it is to see you all today, because Today I get to have a little playdate with Y2J Chris Jerichoooo! We both got brand new shiny toys at Slammiversary, He had a great match with a Talented superstar and I got to play tag with two of my favorites. So it’s only fitting, that we duke it out mano-y-mano. But I gotta warn ya Chris, I’m like hot butter at the dinner table, I am On A Roll Baby! Heehee. Speaking of Rolls, or in this case Roles, there are some people in the UWF not fully invested in playing theirs. I had my fun with Katsuyori Shibata for instance, but he doesn’t seem content with the position that befell him. I think he needs to pause and review the scope of the terrain in front of him before he takes another step, because if he doesn’t watch where he is going, he’ll find himself in a place no one will be able to save him from this time.

The camera zooms in on Wyatts serious face before he suddenly smiles wide switching demeanor on a dime, before he can continue tho from his right hops into frame a familiar goat puppet.

Cabrito: Chale vato, when are we gonna stop with all these juegos and just come out with it?

Bray Wyatt: Look boys and girls, it’s Cabrito! Well aren’t you a grump when you wake up, haha, I honestly don’t have ANY idea what you’re talking about my little friend.

Cabrito: Todo eso con esa loca, all that mess you been planning for-

Bray Wyatt: Woops, don’t you know that loose lips sink ships Cabrito? And if there’s anything I don’t want sinking, is our beloved friendSHIP. So why don’t we be careful what we talk about, especially when it’s something Ȟ̷ͅě̵̘ in particular wants to keep under wraps.

The Cabrito puppet begins to shake and it’s little stubby arms move to his head covering his eyes in fear, Wyatt lowers down to one knee putting his hand on the puppet as if putting his arm around his small friend for comfort.

Bray Wyatt: But don’t you worry little Cabrito, I know why you’re so excited. There’s SO much fun to be had, it almost feels the funhouse is gonna BURST from excitement. But we have to be patient, good things come to those who wait. I mean just look at me, I’ve got the UWF Championship and we all know how long I’ve waited to hold the whole world in my hands again. When the moment is right, all will be revealed and everyone will be able to be in on the inside joke we all have. You think you can be patient for me lil buddy.

Cabrito nods his head yes with a rattling cartoon sound effect, as Bray smiles and stands up.

There ya go bud, they say Patience is a virtue but you and I both know it’s more of a lost art. Katsuyori Shibata is Desperate to end me, and he can’t wait to do it. Chris Jericho is Dying to be the top of the mountain RIGHT away, and he wants to use lil ole me to get there. It’s so, disappointing to see so many people so quick to get the Fun and Games over with by skipping to the end. So tonight, I’m going to make sure Chris Jericho learns how much better it is to live in the moment instead of looking ahead, because what is ahead might be a lot scarier than he could ever imagine…And once he’s learned that lesson, he’ll be able to enjoy what little time he has in the position he’s in now. Even better than that, knowing that future may push him to come into my way of things and leave the walls up and just leave the door open for me.

The camera zooms into Wyatts face as his eyes seem to dilate a little and his face turns lifeless.

So Chris, why not upgrade what lives inside you…and Let Me In.

After the music swells for a couple moments, Wyatt suddenly smiles wide and waves goodbye

Byyyye Seee Ya, Byyyyyyye.


The camera cuts to the ringside commentary team during the break between matches. Mauro Ranallo takes point to address the audience directly.



Ranallo: Alright, well, more exciting wrestling action is coming up in just a few moments here on UWF Revolution, but first, some big, breaking news.

Phillips: That's right, Mauro. There have been some rumors swirling around social media these past few weeks about a certain free agent returning to the sport. UWF alumni and three-time world champion CM Punk had reportedly been in talks with Ethan Carter.

Graves: As you may know, there was a press conference earlier today to address those rumors, we'll show you that now.


The feed switches to an empty podium set up on a stage in front of the UWF banner. Murmuring reporters burst into action when the Straight Edge Superstar walks up to the mic. Camera flashes illuminate the stage while dozens of questions are lodged simultaneously. Punk blinks the glare away and puts a steady hand up to stall the barrage.

Punk: Let's maybe just do one at time. I don't have a lot to say right now but I'm sure I can give some clarity for the more obvious questions. I'll start with the first one I'm sure is on everyone's mind - yes, I have signed a contract with the UWF to return to active competition. No, I don't have a return match booked yet but it should be any time in the next few weeks. There'll probably be an announcement soon.

The Chicagoan scans the crowd and picks out one of the faces.

Punk: Yeah. Okay then. We'll start with you.

Journalist #1: Stan Kemano, ESPN - Punk, it's been nearly four years since you not only left the UWF, but professional wrestling entirely. Why come back now and why return to this organization?

He sits with the question for a few seconds before answering.



Punk: Well, uh, yeah. I mean, of course the UWF, right? Obviously EC3 and I have had our differences in the past but that what we do - we ruffle feathers. Kinda famously. But we're also professionals and we know that prizefighting is about making money, so we can work together there. Could I have gone to Japan or Mexico or anywhere else? Probably. But I'm not getting younger and I'm looking at doing one last run now. If I didn't still think I could hang with the best in the world, I wouldn't have come back, cause this is where they are. I'm positive that I can though, and I'm gonna prove it before I get too old.

A disarming smirk from the former champ elicits a chuckle from the crowd. He nods to another reporter, opening the floor for the next question.

Journalist #2: Meg Snyder, TSN - To elaborate on that, what are you hoping to accomplish in returning to the ring? You've won three world championships among a half dozen other titles here, as well as the King of the Ring tournament. What's left on the bucket list?

Punk: Aha... I don't exactly have a trophy room back home in Chicago. Another championship, that Money in the Bank briefcase, a Rumble or Aztec Warfare match? Sure, any of that would be nice. This more of a personal thing, though. I'm curious about how well I can do against a new decade's world-class competition and if there's some... "shiny" metric to recognize or commemorate or acknowledge any kinda landmark victory along the way, sure, I'll take it and whatever pay bump comes with it.

Another moment of levity in the conference hall. Punk then singles out an old co-worker and fields their question.

Punk: Hey Renee, long time.

Young: It has been. Our three singles division champions right now - Wyatt, Jericho, Mysterio - they're all familiar faces from your last run in the UWF. Are you more excited to get back in the ring with them or to square off against some fresh talent?

Punk: Honestly, I'm easy. I'm interested in facing anyone and everyone in due time. If you could line up the entire roster like the old Mortal Kombat tower, I'd be happy to run the gauntlet with a new match-up every week. But that's not my call. I told Ethan Carter that I'll field all comers, and however he chooses to book that is on him. Punk vs. Styles? Yeah, that sounds like a fun match. But I wanna see how strong this Miro guy is. I wanna mix it up with Katsuyori Shibata cause I've been a fan of his for years now, ya know? Guys like Sammy Guevara were probably still in high school last time I was here. Let's run that one and see what happens.

And you look like you have a follow-up, so shoot.

Young: Thanks. I know you appreciate direct conversation so let's just get right to it. You've cultivated a reputation for being anti-authoritarian and difficult to work with in the past. You seem a little more...

Punk: Relaxed? Calm? Old and slow? Fair enough. I spent a lot of time and energy proving to people why they were wrong and, at times I might have been a little... I dunno... brash. Right now I'm just out to prove to myself that I'm right about myself, if that makes sense. Granted, I'm always gonna call it like I see it, but these days I'm feeling less like the pissed-off anarchist and more your friendly, neighborhood, CM Punk.

Beyond that, I don't think there's a lot more insight I can offer besides what I'm gonna do in that ring as soon as I have the chance. So stay tuned, cause I'm coming back.

CM Punk stands, waves and exits stage right, leaving some jilted reporters in his wake. The feed ends and cuts back to the commentary team at ringside.

Ranallo: Wow! There you have it, folks. CM Punk is coming to home to UWF Revolution as a member of the roster.

Graves: I'm hard pressed to name a more divisive personality from the earlier days of this organization. He's had some incredible highs and devastating lows and it's going to be interesting to see how he fairs against this elite roster.

With that, Revolution continues elsewhere.


DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event! Introducing first...



Chris Jericho strolls out from behind the curtain, all smiles as he sports his freshly won UWF Intercontinental Championship title, securely draped over his shoulder.

Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He is the Intercontinental Champion, Chris Jericho!

Jericho hands off the title and removes his entrance gear as he gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent...



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. He is the UWF Champion, 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.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, the Intercontinental Champion is the first to go on the offensive as he slugs the UWF Champion with a hard right. Wyatt’s head rocks with the impact but as he looks back at Chris, he’s smiling and encourages him with a hand gesture to do it again. Jericho shrugs and hauls back, popping Bray harder than he did before as Wyatt is forced to take a step back. Wyatt’s hair is down in his face as he whips his head back to move his hair and greets Jericho with the same warm smile as before. Bray gives him a thumbs up and flexes his other bicep, telling Chris he’s strong, as Jericho hauls off and punches him again, this time even harder. He then punches Bray again, and again, until he’s backed into the ropes as Chris goes for a forceful Irish Whip but Bray reverses in the middle of it and starts dancing with him, Jericho pushing free after a moment.

Wyatt is smiling ear-to-ear as Chris mouths, “What’s wrong with you?” before shoving him in the chest with both hands. Bray is moved back a few steps as he looks down at his chest, then at Chris as he sticks out his bottom lip and makes a pouty face. He puts his fists to his eyes and starts cranking them back and forth as his facials add to these gestures that he’s crying but no sound is coming out of his mouth. Jericho shakes his head and throws another punch but Bray snaps out of it and shoves him in the sternum with both hands as Chris is now seated on the mat, looking up at Bray who is pointing at him with one arm and holding himself with the other, mockingly chuckling but again, no sound is coming out.

Jericho scrambles to his feet as Bray now puts his dukes up, snapping quickly into the transition, as he and Chris begin to circle one another. Chris seizes what he believes is an opening as he goes for another punch but Bray redirects his fist so that he punches himself in the nose and falls back to a seated position. Bray takes an over dramatic bow before tipping an imaginary hat at his opponent as the IC Champ gets up incensed, charging at Wyatt with both hands out but Bray sidesteps and Chris finds himself in the corner. He catches himself but as he turns around, he’s hit with a big ol’ Knife Edge Chop that sends him further into the corner and also leaves him open for more chops as Bray gleefully continues to light him up.

Tom Phillips: This is bizarre.

Mauro Ranallo: The most unusual type of mind games I’ve ever witnessed.

Corey Graves: Jericho needs to quit letting this freak inside of his head because his body’s paying for it.

After a few chops, Bray backs away as Chris clutches at his chest with one hand and holds the top rope with the other. Bray then pushes him back into the corner and charges, connecting with a Running Body Splash. Wyatt backs away again, this time watching as Jericho falls to his knees as he claps gleefully. While he’s clapping, Jericho delivers a punch straight to the groin as Bray’s face tells the story. As Bray hunches over from the pain, Jericho drapes his arm over the back of his head and hoists him up, connecting with an impressive Vertical Suplex. Chris swings his legs around and gets up, bringing Bray with him as he connects with another Vertical Suplex. Chris repeats this as he connects with a third Vertical Suplex. Jericho runs into the ropes and springs off, connecting successfully with a Lionsault. The crowd is cheering Jericho and he’s eating it up as suddenly, an unwelcome guest starts making his way down the ramp.

Tom Phillips: It’s AJ Styles!

Mauro Ranallo: What’s he planning on doing with that ladder?

Corey Graves: He’s probably going to finish the job he started with that chair at Slammiversary!

As AJ arrives at the bottom of the ramp, Chris is yelling at him and even inviting him into the ring but Styles ignores him as he sets up the ladder and starts to climb it. Jericho’s eyes never leave AJ as he perches himself atop the ladder and takes a seat. Meanwhile Bray grabs Jericho around the waist with a Bearhug, the Intercontinental Champion immediately beginning to struggle as AJ stands and points and laughs. Bray throws Chris violently from side-to-side before setting him down, only to knee him in the kidneys and watch him slink to his knees. Once on his knees, Bray grabs his arms and applies a Full Nelson, pulling him up and resuming the violent throwing him from side-to-side.

After a moment of this, Wyatt slings him into the corner, releasing the hold as Jericho hits the turnbuckle and comes staggering out. Bray grabs him by the back of the head and drives it repeatedly into the top turnbuckle pad, then repeatedly into the middle turnbuckle pad, then repeatedly into the bottom turnbuckle pad before throwing him away from the corner toward the center of the ring. AJ is eating this up, audibly cheering for Bray as Bray looks to him with a smile, acknowledging the voiced support. Chris charges him while he isn’t looking, leading with his shoulder as he backs Bray into the corner and starts connecting with repeated Shoulder Thrusts to the abdomen. AJ is loudly booing as Jericho backs off and looks at him as the winded Wyatt suddenly connects with a Headbutt and then switches their places as he starts hammering away on the, “Demo God” with punches.

AJ is cheering again as Bray again smiles up at him but this once more proves to be a mistake as Chris is able to connect with the point of his elbow to Bray’s throat, then takes him down with a Reverse Bulldog. Jericho gets up and approaches the ropes now, stepping through them onto the apron as he seems to be going for the Phenomenal Forearm but AJ pelts him with one of his gloves. Chris looks up at him angrily as Wyatt grabs Chris and brings him forcefully into the ring.

Tom Phillips: Jericho at the mercy of Wyatt again, and you can credit that at least partly to AJ Styles’ distraction at ringside.

Mauro Ranallo: We thought he was going on the attack when he came down with that ladder, but instead he’s using it to play mind games.

Corey Graves: You can’t argue with its effectiveness so far.

Jericho is crawling away as Bray is stalking him, until Chris finds himself at the opposite ropes. He scrambles under the bottom one and stands up on the apron as Bray lunges at him but Chris leaps back, grabbing Bray’s head as he drops him throat first on the ropes. As Bray is whipped back and hits the mat, Jericho slides into the ring and runs to the ropes next to him, connecting with a Lionsault. As he goes for the cover, however, AJ pelts him with his other glove as Chris heads over to settle this.

As Jericho does, Wyatt charges him and connects with a Double Axe Handle to the back of the head, then puts him in position and connects with the Sister Abigail. It looks like it’s all over, but Bray sees how happy and loud AJ is and, like a child, joins in on the fun, clapping and cheering. Bray even raises his arms above his head and meets his hands together to do AJ’s signature pose. Wyatt turns to pin Chris but is clobbered with a Judas Effect as he goes down and Styles is absolutely beside himself. Jericho makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Chris Jericho!

Chris gets up and immediately exits the ring, running up the ladder as he and AJ begin to brawl. In the midst of the brawl, Chris tackles AJ and the two men fall off the ladder to gasps from the crowd. The two men sprawled out on the ramp is the final shot as Revolution goes off the air.



END OF SHOW



Credits


WARHORSE vs Guevara, Fan Club vs HIT - Danny
Dynamic Duo vs Time Machine, Jericho vs Wyatt - Dresden
Cedric vs Miro, Shibaa vs Orton - Fauche

[Dres]

Another strong edition of Revolution in the books! I enjoy all of the storytelling that went on this edition from the beginning of a feud between WARHORSE and Miro and H.I.T.’s alter egos to things involving myself, the beginning of Phenomenal Boot Camp and the continuation of the feud between Styles and Jericho. I enjoyed the debut promo of Punk and I’m intrigued by the team of “Pretty” Peter Avalon and QT Marshall, quite a creative pairing. The matches were good as well, I apologize for mine being on the short side but these things happen sometimes. Anyhoo, like I said, another strong edition. Great stuff!

[wasabi]

GIB THE FEEDBACK ON THE GOOD SHOW


HOLY FUCK 3 WRITERS WROTE THIS?

That's A+

[Evolution J]

Wow, Awesome ending to my match. I was impressive. I am shock and surprised that 3 people wrote the show. Overall, This show was a killer! Shocking return of CM Punk. Sammy and Warhorse match was cool. Awesome nice back and both with them both. Either way, Sammy stepped up way big and strong. Nice promo from Warhorse against Miro. That is going to be a awesome match between two big guys. Phenomenal Fen Club in training camp was hilarious.. Also can't wait to see what chaos Winter will cause in UWF. Looking forward to what Pretty Gifted debut for sure. A++++