Post by Danny on Jan 6, 2021 18:17:30 GMT -6
As the opening video finishes, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another great edition of Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.
Mauro Ranallo: I’m Mauro Ranallo.
Corey Graves: And I’m Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: In singles competition, Hornswoggle faces WARHORSE.
Mauro Ranallo: In tag team action, The Phenomenal Fan Club takes on Sweet ‘n Sour.
Corey Graves: In his UWF return, Miro faces AJ Styles.
Tom Phillips: H.I.T. will take on Time Machine.
Mauro Ranallo: Sammy Guevara and Randy Orton will tangle with Cedric Alexander and Rey Mysterio.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, Chris Jericho versus Katsuyori Shibata in a non-title match.
The feed transitions to the middle of the ring where there are two pillars with the World Tag Team Championships sitting on each of them. There's no guessing who is coming out here and the fans are more than ready to get on their feet and yell at the new champions once their music hits.
The four time, that's right you heard me, four time World Tag Team Champions Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, the Dynamic Duo come dancing out onto the stage to Walk The Moon's "Headphones". Becky is in her normal street wear but Sami has decided to dress up in the finest of duds. The fans aren't quiet, trying to drown out the music but it only makes them dance harder making the crowd even more angry. The duo dances so hard they're starting to get sweaty but they continue on down to the ring where mics are waiting for them.
Sami Zayn: Hello UWF! Tonight we're not here to just celebrate the legacy and career of the Dynamic Duo. Yes we may be the only 4 time Tag Team Champions in UWF history. Yes we still have yet to lose more matches than we have fingers on my hands in our almost 3 years here and yes we may be the greatest tag team in the history of professional wrestling but that's not what we're here for! We already knew all of this. Tonight we're just here to rub it in all your faces!
The crowd boos wildly but Sami just eats that shit up. Becky is laughing too but Sami is full on cackling.
Tom Phillips: Classy.
Corey Graves: Of course they are Phillips! Did you happen to check out Sami's suit!
Becky Lynch: There's no countin' the amount of times I've been talked down to by our opponents just because I'm a woman. As if breakin' the arms of 20 odd men hasn't proved that I'm much more of a man, The Man then all of them. Still some people try to come down and steal our thunder and make us look bad. After our historic win at Slammiversary, one team tried to do just that.
Sami Zayn: I mean can we even really call them a team? Have they even said why they're teaming up? Is it because they just both failed in their singles careers? They don't even have a cool name. It's just another lame attempt by Mick Foley to try and take something away from us but listen up Foley, you'll never take the spotlight away. As a matter of fact, since you love standing in it so much, how about you come on down here right now.
The famous theme of the, “Hardcore Legend” and UWF Commissioner begins to play and the crowd comes alive with cheers. As Mick comes out, the look on his face says it all as he makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring.
Sami Zayn: What's wrong Mick? You don't look too happy to be here. Cheer up, you're in the presence of greatness. You're getting that sweet Dynamic Duo rub right now and you that's what you've wanted all along. Now I said it at Slammiversary and I meant it. As you can see our rightful World Tag Team Championships are sitting over there so how about you go get them and crown us your champions by wrapping those bad boys around our waists.
Tom Phillips: Is this really necessary?
Corey Graves: Was making them jump through hoops to finally get a fair 2v2 rematch necessary? Just bask in our champions' glory.
Sami has the biggest smile on his face but the fans are letting him here it. A couple of NO! chants break through but Foley being the consummate professional that he is, decides to go over and grab the belts. He looks reluctant but wraps the title around Becky's waist. He walks over to Sami who is a heroic superman pose. Foley tries to get him to move his arms but Sami demands him to work around it. You can see the anguish on Foley's face but he does it and then tries to leave the ring.
Sami Zayn: Whoa whoa whoa where do you think you're going Mick? Anyone could just wrap these titles around our waists. Heck anyone probably would've done a better job, mine's looking a little loose but you haven't had gold in such a long time I could forgive you. Plus you're getting up there in age right? Somebody give this man a mic.
A stage hand comes over and hands a mic off to Foley.
Sami Zayn: Now introduce us as your champions to the world!
Commissioner Foley: Ladies and gentlemen.... your World Tag Team Champions, the Dynamic Duo!
Sami Zayn: No no no no no no no, that's not good enough! Show some enthusiasm you senile old man!
Foley stares daggers at Sami while Becky is smirking behind him. Whether he knows it or not, his fist is bunched up and Sami catches a glance.
Sami Zayn: Oh what are you gonna do Foley, hit me? Go on, I'd love for you to do it! Here i'll even get down on my knees and give you a free shot. Do it Foley! Punch so I can get you fired on top of beating your washed up ass up and down this entire arena!
Mauro Ranallo: We need someone out here to stop this before it escalates any further.
Corey Graves: If Foley was a good commissioner he wouldn't be dealing with this right now. You reap what you sow!
Foley is visibly shaking with anger while Sami is on his knees yelling at him. Suddenly Sami is pulled out of the ring!
Tom Phillips: It's Dunne and Galloway!
As soon as Sami lands on his feet he starts throwing wild forearms at Drew Galloway, but then he's grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by Pete Dunne who smashes him in the face with a knuckle duster! Sami goes down, bleeding from the forehead as Pete puts the boot to him while Drew enters the ring. The Scottish Psychopath and the Man start trading punches as Dunne rips at Sami's suit, pulling it up over his head and jerseying him, repeatedly pummeling his spine with the brass knuckles.
Corey Graves: Hey, be careful! That suit is worth more than your career, Pete!
Mauro Ranallo: I don't think he much cares, Corey!
Dunne pulls repeatedly at the fabric until it rips off, leaving just the sleeves on Sami's arms. He then drives hard knees into Sami's forehead before throwing him into the ring steps and sliding into the ring, where Becky is still making a valiant stand against Galloway. Just as it seems like the Man may drive Drew from the ring, Dunne throws Sami's ripped suit over her face and uses it to haul her backward! Becky is momentarily blinded as Pete releases his hold on the suit and she throws it to the side, only to eat a Claymore into the Regal-plex!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!
Tom Phillips: The End of Everything! Dunne and Galloway have emphatically brought an end to the new World Tag Champions' celebration here tonight!
Corey Graves: This is a mugging! Where the Hell is security?!?
Almost as if on queue, the black jackets start rushing the ring. Drew and Pete slide out of it and hop the nearest barricade, making for an exit as Foley, security, and now medical personnel move to tend to the battered champions. As they reach the exit, Pete and Drew turn to survey the wreckage, smiles on their faces as the fans react in a mixed way, happy to see the Duo take a beating but perhaps not so much at the poor sportsmanship of it. As D&G make their exit, the feed moves along.
Things are in black and white as they head backstage to where the, “Phenomenal” AJ Styles is.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: It’s about time you put that camera on someone worth filming and perked your little ears up to hear someone with something worthwhile to say. Because Jericho? The only tune he’s carrying right now is about how much his head hurts and Miro? Well Miro’s not saying anything at all. But you better believe I’m talking, because ever since Slammiversary you naysayers are in my face and in my business, taunting me about the loss and telling me to retire and things of that nature. Well let me wise you marks up to something, there are two types of men in a UWF locker room, guys like Killer Kross that tuck tail and leave after a loss and guys like me that don’t let a loss define them. See even if I hadn’t cleaned Jericho’s clock, I’d still be doing fine right now, because the thing about being AJ Styles is you don’t stop being AJ Styles just because you lose a match or something doesn’t go your way.
Besides, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Jericho might have the title, but rather than sulk about that fact I’m going to relish in the fact that I’ve once again become the hunter, and considering I’ve already drawn blood, you can bet that I’m all in predator mode and Jericho is going to suffer because of that. You might say I made the same mistake at Slammiversary that I did before and underestimated Jericho, but the real mistake is I didn’t estimate myself enough. You want to be the Demo God, Chris? Well it’s time you meet the Demi-God.
WHO'S
THAT
JUMPING OUT THE SKY
The crowd flicker to life at the prospect of a returning hero...
R...E....Y
MYSTERIO
The fireworks all across the stage burst to life as a figure among the chaos in the center a figure pops through the stage landing cleanly, Emerging from the smoke Sammy Guevara takes a step forward as Sammy moves forward mimicking movements akin to the old Mysterio...
Sammy rips off his custom Sammy Guevara Mask throwing it to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring before yelling into the camera...
"Get it at SammyGuevara.com hottest merch in the game..."
Sammy smirks as the crowd jeer to this act...
Sammy gets to the ring before leaping to the apron, Using both arms to springboard himself into the ring rolling to his feet, Quickly moving up the corners throwing up a hand towards the crowd. Sammy with a smirk on his face jumps down and begins to prepare for the match as the excitement dies down...
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.
Tony Chimel: Walking down to the ring, From St Louis Missouri, weighing at 250 lbs...........The Viper Randy Orton!
Rey Mysterio's theme hits the arena and the fans give a mix reaction with mostly boos.
Emerging by him is Rey Mysterio's super heroes in training Ali and Ricochet flanking him in his matches to make sure nothing happens to the hero of the UWF. Rey walks down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen making his way to the ring. From San Diego, California UWF's resident superhero Reyyyyy Mysssteeerrriiioooo!
Rey enters the ring and removes the shroud covering his face showing his one eyed mask look that he has adopted. Rey doesn't show the same emotion he had once before as he enters the top rope but he does point to the crowd and saying "I'll protect you." Rey jumps off and awaits his opponent.
Tony: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighting 205 pounds, Cedric ALEXAAAANDER!.
*we see Cedric appear on the stage and looking at the crowd, soaking in the cheers before shouting in the air "LET'S GO!" and coming down to the ring. Then he climbs to one of the top turnbuckles and sits there hearing and soaking the cheers of the crowd with his hands open as if welcoming the cheers and then he jumps down to the ring. Then he points at his head with his thumb like he does irl*
VS
DING DING DING
Mysterio offers to start the match off to show Cedric what it means to be a hero but Cedric wants to start things off instead. Rey allows this and exits the ring but the brief exchange cost them as Sammy Guevara has run over and dropkicks the lights out of Cedric! He keeps him up on his feet and but pulls him to the center of the ring before performing a standing Spanish fly! He pops back to his feet only to fly off them once more with a standing shooting star press. He hooks both legs for a deep cover, looking to get the win right away!
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Cedric kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Sammy is just as much a show off as ever.
Corey Graves: True but he also just dealt a ton of damage to his opponent in the span of seconds. He said he's back and he's not messing around anymore.
Sammy is all smiles as he brings Cedric back up to his feet. Cedric however gives him a stiff kick to the outside of the leg that buckles him. Cedric grabs his head and readies him for a DDT but Sammy grabs onto the arm and spins out. He pulls Cedric in for a clothesline but Alexander ducks it and takes his back, still holding the arm. He then ripcords him out and hits his own clothesline to knock him down. Sammy pops right back up only to get taken down with another. Sammy gets up once more and Cedric feints a superkick. Sammy gets his arms up but Cedric instead hits a spinning back kick to the gut to knock him onto his knees. Cedric then runs to the ropes and comes back with a front dropkick that sends Sammy rolling out of the ring! Rey sticks his hand out for the tag but Cedric instead hits the ropes and comes diving out of the ring with a tope con hilo! He takes out Sammy and pumps his fist into the air but Randy comes out of nowhere and knocks him clear out with a clothesline! He picks him up right away and gives him a back suplex on the apron! He tosses him back into the ring and does the same with Sammy before tagging himself in.
Corey Graves: And just like that the Viper turns this match around.
Mauro Ranallo: Randy may be known as the Legend Killer but in doing so he's become a legend himself.
Randy enters the ring and stomps down on Cedric's right leg. He moves counter clock wise and stops on the right arm before moving to the left arm and then the left leg. He's systematically taking Cedric apart before picking him back up. He talks some trash before hitting a standing dropkick to knock him back. Randy gives Rey a look but goes back on the attack. Cedric is laying against the corner and Orton starts to put the boots to him. The ref counts to 4 before he backs off. Cedric tries to pick himself but Randy comes over once more. Alexander lunges forward however and dropkicks Randy in the knee, The Viper falling face first into the middle turnbuckle! Cedric uses this opportunity to crawl over to his corner. Randy reaches out and grabs him by the foot but Cedric turns around with an ezuguri right to the side of his head! Orton stumbles backwards as Cedric leaps forward and makes the tag to Mysterio.
Rey springboards into the ring and takes down Orton with a seated senton! Sammy tries to enter the ring but Rey uses the momentum to run forward and dropkick him to the floor below! Randy pops back up but he eats a hurrincanrana for his troubles. Orton rolls up to his feet but he's on wobbly legs. Rey decides to take him down with the Gringo Cutter! and makes the pin!
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Orton kicks out!
Corey Graves: How dare that little creep try and use the RKO against Randy Orton.
Mauro Ranallo: That wasn't the RKO that was the Gringo Cutter courtesy of his old pal Homicide.
Corey Graves: You're right that wasn't an RKO, that was an abomination. No wonder he couldn't put away the match right there. Randy will show him a true RKO, just watch.
Rey leaves him right where he's at and he decides to go to the top rope. As he's getting situated however, Sammy Guevara pops back onto the apron and shakes the ropes causing him to lose his balance and rack himself. Randy comes to and walks over, climbing up to the top rope along with Mysterio. Due to the size difference, it takes little time for him to lift Rey into the air and bring him down with a superplex! The ring rattles but Sammy wants back into the match. He wants to be the one to pin the champion. Randy says to him, "I get the first shot" and Sammy nods. Randy proceeds to walk over and tag in Sammy. Sammy goes up top and feints and diving moonsault, and feints a standing moonsault before running forward with a shooting star splash! He places his hand under his chin for a photo as the ref makes the count.
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2 . . .
Mysterio kicks out! Sammy looks peeved but he's otherwise fine. He grabs at Rey's mask and brings him back up. Rey gives him a kick to the same outside leg Cedric did and he buckles once more. He chops Mysterio across the chest to create some room as he tries to stand back up but Rey gives him a spinning back kick to the gut. Guevara is hunches over and Rey hits the ropes coming back by jumping over him and hooking his body with his legs to flip over him with the code Red! Sammy gets planted into the mat and Rey stays there for the pin!
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Sammy kicks out! Cedric wants back into the match and Rey slowly gets to his corner to make the tag. Sammy is getting up and so Cedric springboards in, taking him down with a clothesline! He runs to the ropes but Randy pulls him down and Cedric ends up tumbling out onto the apron. He quickly finds himself back up to his feet and gives Randy a jumping kick to the head for his troubles. Cedric looks back into the ring and comes in, shooting off the ropes looking for the flatliner but Sammy gives him a jumping knee strike to the face! Cedric falls flat on his face and Sammy walks over to tag in Orton who wants him a piece of Cedric.
Corey Graves: He pissed off the Viper and that's the last thing you ever want to do.
Tom Phillips: For once I agree with Corey.
Corey Graves: For once you're on the right side of history.
Cedric is trying to get up but Randy comes up behind him, bending his back over his and dropping down with a backbreaker. Cedric yells out and holds his back while Orton stares at him with a sadistic smile on his face. He starts pounding his fists into the mat, signaling the end for Cedric. Alexander slowly rises up to his feet and Randy goes for the RKO but Cedric shoves him forward. Randy bounces off the ropes and runs right into a dropkick! Randy goes down but he rushes back up to his feet. Cedric nails him with a superkick that stuns him and then follows up with a brainbuster! He makes the pin!
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Orton kicks out at 2! Cedric drags him to the center of the ring and decides to go up top. It looks like he's setting up for the Overtime but Sammy comes running over and grabs his leg, preventing him from taking off. Cedric tries to kick him away but it's not working. Rey Mysterio however comes into the ring and runs right at Sammy. He goes just right beside him and connects with a 619 to his back! Sammy falls to the mat below and Rey jumps out of the ring with a plancha on top of him! Cedric gets situated back on the top rope and leaps off with the Overtime! Unfortunately Randy pops up and executes the RKO as he's coming down! He turns him over and makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Sammy Guevara and Randy Orton!
Rey looks at Cedric and shakes his head disapprovingly. He walks over and gets handed his Television Championship and walks out. Meanwhile Sammy rolls into the ring and gets his hand raised alongside Orton. The two stare at one another but decide to go their own ways as the show moves on.
Shibata is seen brooding around backstage in a displeased state before a dark figure enters the area.
Kodama: You wanted to see me?...
Shibata angrily answers.
Shibata: Of course I wanted to see you. You have not spoken to me once since the match.
Kodama ponders a bit before answering.
Kodama: I thought I would give you time to regroup.
Shibata: How am I supposed to regroup without the man who promised to be my guide?
Kodama: Well... you are Katsuyori Shibata. I did not think you would have any troubles returning to a confident state of mind.
Shibata takes offense to that suggestion, hastily answering back.
Shibata: Are you saying that I am not in a confident state of mind?!
Kodama smugly responds.
Kodama: Yes.
Shibata is angered by Kodama's wisenheimer attitude. He has to take a second to calm himself before answering.
Shibata: Maybe I would be more confident if your predictions were more correct. You said I would be the one to stop Bray Wyatt... and look what happened. I had to watch... helplessly... as he took control of this place. Did you see that in your visions?... huh?!
Kodama steps forward, speaking confidently as ever.
Kodama: I did say that, didn't I?
Shibata: Do not play games with me, Kodama. I want answers, and not the wrong ones you already gave me.
Kodama: Who said they were wrong?... who is to say you cannot still overcome the evil that wants to take over this place? If I see something, it is going to happen. When...? I'm not quite sure. Before the path to your destiny was muddled, with false kings... Minoru Suzuki. But he is gone, and the path is clear now. You just need to follow it. You still believe in me don't you?
Shibata is calmed down now, but still extremely skeptical of Kodama. A long pause stands between the two men before Shibata finally speaks up.
Shibata: I do not know anymore.
Shibata, confused and tired of speaking with Kodama, begins to walk away before Kodama interrupts him.
Kodama: Am I going to have to save you again?
That stops Shibata right in his tracks as he swiftly turns around.
Shibata: What are you talking about?...
Kodama: The last time you were in such a confused and unsure state, I had to come in and save you from yourself. Without me you would have self destructed. Am I going to have to step in again?
Shibata stoically walks up to Kodama.
Shibata: I am past that part of m-
Kodama: I don't think you are. I think that Bray Wyatt's win has devastated you. I think it has derailed your destiny. Perhaps you will retreat to the midcard of this company... or perhaps you will wither away all together. Either way, I think you are doomed.
Shibata, completely bewildered and fired up by Kodama's words, violently grabs him by the neck.
Shibata: I do not give a damn what visions you see. That will never be reality. And I swear to you if you ever dare to mention or suggest that kind of falsehood again I will squeeze every bit of air out of you and leave you in a ditch.
Shibata's threatening words linger for a moment.... before a wide smile breaks out onto Kodama's face as he turns bright red. He has accomplished his goal here. Any doubt that Shibata has in his abilities has been erased by outward fury at someone dare questioning them.
The dark moment is suddenly interrupted by a confused voice.
Ikemen: What are you guys doing?!
Shibata quickly lets go of Kodama, letting him drop to the ground short of breath. Shibata doesn't know how to answer to Ikemen, worried he might upset him... but Kodama croaks out a response to cover for him.
Kodama: ...practicing...
Ikemen looks relieved, but still confused...
Ikemen: Practicing... choking?...
Kodama: Why of course, it is quite a useful tactic. Come on now, we need to ready ourselves for our match.
Kodama ushers Ikemen away, but not before looking back at Shibata with a sly wink. Shibata is bewildered by the whole situation. He isn't quite sure what to think of Kodama anymore, but he definitely knows what to think of himself. There is not a single doubt of his abilities left in him.
As Revolution continues, things head backstage where the Phenomenal Fan Club are warming up.
Heath Slater: Get pumped up, baby, because it’s the first Revolution of 2021 and I’ve made a resolution that this year is gonna be the year of the Phenomenal Fan Club! And normally, I’d be just as psyched to face who we’re facing but this isn’t the Sweet ‘n Sour of the dominant days, this is a shell of that team. Same guys they’ve just fallen...oh how do I put it?
Rhino: Gore?
Heath Slater: Well now you’re quoting Sweeney himself. I wouldn’t call it hard times because that implies they can redeem themselves and they can’t. We’re going to finish what the Dynamic Duo started and put Sweet ‘n Sour out to pasture where they belong!
Rhino: GORE!
Amped up, the two go to leave but they run into AJ Styles.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: I don’t buy it. What I see is a bunch of empty headed salesmen. You know how to make what you’re selling sound good but you don’t really believe in the product. If it was me, I’d beat those Sweet ‘n Sour idiots by myself with a Phenomenal Forearm locked and loaded for Asuka as well. But it’s not me going out there, it’s you, and try as you might, you’re not me. You come out to one of my theme songs, you do my poses, my moniker is in your team name, and you pattern yourselves after me but that doesn’t make you me.
Heath Slater: We could be...
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: No, you can’t. But what you can be is a Phenomenal Fan Club I’m not embarrassed of, the best versions of yourselves. Now get out there and show me something!
With an even bigger fire now lit under them, they head offscreen to their match.
The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney is shown storming down the hall, raising all kinds of cain as he goes. Presently, he stops next to some of the road crew people.
Sweeney: Hey! Roadies! Have you seen Kyle around?
They look at each other and shrug. Larry isn't buying it.
Sweeney: Ah knock it off! You know who I mean! Kyle O'Reilly? About yay high? Very pale? Often angry? Smells like fresh lego? Pfft! Forget it!
When the crew members prove to be of no help, Sweeney continues down the backstage passage, poking his head down off-shooting corridors and looing behind storage crates. He pounds on a couple doors, too, but gets no answer when he calls out his partners name. So, keeping on with the keeping on, he soon enough finds the third wheel on the Sweet n' Sour tricycle sitting by hair and make-up, texting on her phone.
Sweeney: Ha! Perfect! Asuka! Just the gal I'm lookin' for! Hey, you happen to know where Kyle is? We got this match coming up pronto and I haven't seen him all day! I checked catering, he wasn't there. I go to Cannon's office, the place is a ghost town! Now I'm runnin' all over this arena and nothin'! You gotta help me out.
Asuka: Asuka o chīmu ni ireta toki, shingurusu no shiai ni shutsujō dekiru to osshatte imashita. Shikashi, sonogo, 1tsu no shiai ni makete, sore o shūryō to yobu koto ni shimasu. Kore ga anata no saigo no shiaidearu koto wa sudeni shitte imasu. Nihongo o hanasu hitonara dare demo shitte irudeshou. Supoirā keikoku. Totemo kanashī. Sorera subete no toshi o issho ni, anata wa sore o yameru to yobu tsumoridesu. Hazukashī. Asuka wa dokoheikuno? Suramurōdo ni modoru. Soshite, dare ga Transatlantic Champion ni naru nodeshou ka? Anata wa nani o shitte iru, watashi wa sore o watashitoisshoni-ka ni mochikaeru to omoimasu, soshite darekaga shotto o nozonde irunara, karera wa watashi ni chōsen suru koto ga dekimasu.
Sweeney: So uh... you haven't seen him then?
Asuka just shakes her head, annoyed, and goes back to her phone. Larry moves on, eventually coming across another familiar face.
Sweeney: Renee Young! Terrific. If anyone's gonna have their nose in someone else's business, it's you!
Renee walks right past him, headed in the other direction.
Young: Not now, Larry. I have an interview segment to get to.
Sweeney: Wait! Don't go! I need to know where Kyle is!
Young: Did you check the old locker room clubhouse?
It's like a lightbulb going off in his head. Larry facepalms. How didn't he think of that already?
Sweeney: Of course! I knew it! Thanks a million, Renee! You're not so -
But she's already gone. Off to bigger and better things.
Sweeney: Sheesh! No respect, I get no respect!
Larry b-lines in the direction of the ol' stomping ground to round his partner for their big match tonight.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Immortals hit the PA System in comes Ali and Ricochet the heroes in training for Rey Mysterio. Ali comes out and shows off his light to the crowd and Richcohet flanks posing aside him they make their way down to the ring.
Ricochet enters the ring first doing some acrobatic moves and it leads to a flip. Ali slides in and as Ricochet is posing Ali shines is light standing behind him
Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome weighing in at a combined weight of 370 pounds. Ali and Ricochet. The heroes in training!
Ali looks annoyed at the announcement and Riccochet is smiling as they await the opponents.
Tony Chimel: And the opponents...
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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Ricochet connects with a Standing Dropkick that sends Ikeman backwards into the corner between the H.I.T. and Time Machine corners. Ikemen bounces off the turnbuckle pads and comes staggering out as Ricochet leaps up and hooks his head but before he can follow through, Ikemen reverses into a Powerslam. Ikemen goes for a stomp but Ricochet rolls backward onto his feet and blocks a punch being thrown his way as he straightens back up to a vertical base. The hero shoves his opponent with both hands but soon regrets it as Ikemen grabs his wrists and pulls him in, connecting with a Headbutt before bending down and hoisting him onto his shoulders as he starts doing an Airplane Spin.
After several revolutions have been made, Ikemen connects with a Death Valley Driver, only Ricochet pops up from the mat following impact. He staggers dizzily into the ropes and leans into them, then goes staggering back towards his opponent as Ikemen goes for a Superkick to the back of the head but Ricochet manages to sidestep and pivot around as he connects with a Basement Dropkick that sends Ikemen backwards into the other corner in between the H.I.T. and Time Machine corners. As Ikemen comes out of the corner slightly, Ricochet barrels towards him and leaps, connecting with another Basement Dropkick. As Ikemen hits the corner again, he slouches down to a seated position as Ricochet leaps onto his shoulders and starts stomping rapidly on his collarbone before performing a backflip, landing like the superhero he is, and straightening back up to a vertical base.
Ikemen grabs the ropes to each side of him and uses them to return to his feet as Ricochet charges him, going for a Superman Punch but Ikemen blocks and throws a kick to the side of his opponent. Ikemen throws a straight punch but Ricochet bobs his head to the side to avoid it, so Ikemen repeats this with the other arm but the, “One and Only” avoids in the same fashion. Irritated, Ikemen delivers a Toe Kick to the stomach and grabs Ricochet by the shoulders, throwing him through the ropes but Ricochet swings around in a fashion similar to executing a 619 and catches him with both feet. Ikemen is knocked back a few steps as he goes for another Toe Kick but Ricochet grabs his leg and puts it back on the mat before following up with a backflip, hitting Ikemen on the way up with one foot and hooking his other leg in a four around the neck as he brings Ikemen to the side with his body weight and momentum and drives his head into the mat.
Ricochet gets up and takes a bow.
Tom Phillips: What a feat!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! What have we just seen?
Corey Graves: I’d call it smoke and mirrors if I hadn’t just seen it in person.
As Ricochet is straightening up from the bow he’s taking, Ikemen catches him in the back of the head with a Jacket Dagger. Ricochet dizzily turns around following impact as Ikemen grabs him and dumps him over the top rope with a Belly-to-Belly Release Suplex as Ricochet hits his head on the crowd barricade. The referee begins his count as Ali hops down from the apron and runs over to tend to his friend.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Ali helps Ricochet sit up but his head is drooping.
FOUR!
Suddenly Kodama drops from the apron.
FIVE!
Ali stands up as he and Kodama look at each other.
SIX!
Kodama and Ali charge one another but just as they’re about to collide, the lights go out.
Corey Graves: What’s going on here?
As the lights come back up, Ali and Kodama are back on their respective parts of the apron looking visibly puzzled. In the ring stands Ricochet in the gear he appeared in earlier in the week when H.I.T. and Time Machine were addressing each other as Ikemen looks at him, almost awe stricken.
Corey Graves: What’s he wearing?
Mauro and Tom have no answers. Soon, Ikemen charges across the ring and throws a punch but lightning quick, Ricochet catches his fist. Ikemen looks in disbelief at the fact that he couldn’t visually register Ricochet’s arm moving for the block, then throws a punch using the other arm but just as quick, it’s caught just like the other one. Ricochet twists the arms and is now pushing up on Ikemen’s wrists as he takes a small leap and starts kicking up Ikemen’s body, locking his legs around his neck once he gets there as he releases the hold on his opponent’s fists and performs a Hurracanrana that sends Ikemen draped over the middle rope. As Ikemen lands there, Ali delivers a kick to the face, knocking him through the rope and to his feet as Ricochet grabs him and connects with a Michinoku Driver.
Ricochet runs across the ring and blasts Kodama with a kick to the face, knocking him off the apron as Ali hits a Frog Splash on Ikemen, completing their tag team move. Ali leaves the ring as Ricochet makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, H.I.T.!
The Heroes pose together, proud of their accomplishment as Revolution continues.
CHHHH-CHHHH.
A MESSAGE FROM YOUR FAVOURITE BULLY, THE WARHORSE.
The scene crashes open, and we see the Warhorse putting on his face paint with a Sharpie, real overcoming of the circumstances of face paint being really hard to catch these days. Like what is this shit? How is it not like stocked as frequently as sliced bread? In a muffled speech he speaks.
WARHORSE: THE THING THE WARHORSE REALLY FINDS ODD IS THAT HE’S BEING SCRUTINISED, IGNORED FROM EVERY ANGLE LIKE THE WARHORSE ISN’T AT THE TOP OF THE GAME. LIKE THERE IS LITERALLY ANYTHING ON THE WARHORSE’S LEVEL. IT MAKES THE WARHORSE LAUGH, IT REALLY DOES. BUT REALLY, IT’S SOME FUCKING PUSSY ASS SHIT.
LIKE COME ON MAN, DON’T YOU KNOW I KILLED AN OLD MAN ONCE? LIKE WARRIOR IS LIKE DOWN THERE IN THE GROUND NOW, BUT THE COURT DECIDED THAT IT AIN’T WORTH THEIR TIME BECAUSE HE’S A REAL PIECE OF SHIT. IT’D BE A WASTE OF EVERYONE’S TIME TO EVEN HAVE HIM ON THE MIND. IT REALLY MAKES YOU QUESTION THOUGH, WHAT’S WORTH PONDERING? WHAT’S WORTH HAVING ON THE MIND?
He finishes up a line on his face and puts down the pen from his mouth down on the sink rim.
I MEAN, OTHER THAN WELL, MYSELF. SINCE, WELL THAT’S ALWAYS TOP PRIORITY, IF IT WASN’T CLEAR AS DAY BY NOW. BUT PEOPLE LIKE HORNSWOGGLE? PEOPLE LIKE CEDRIC? IT’S HARD FOR THEM TO COME TO TERMS WITH IT BUT THEY’RE ABSOLUTE DUST EATERS. RIDING THE COATTAILS TO GOD KNOWS WHAT. YET WHERE’D YOU CATCH ME DOING THAT? NOWHERE, BECAUSE I OWN MY OWN DAMN GAME.
I KNOW WHERE I STAND, I KNOW WHAT’S AHEAD OF ME AND I DEAL WITH IT. SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR GODDAMN PIPE AND START SMOKING IT BECAUSE IT’S A TOUGH PILL TO SWALLOW. TONIGHT IS THE START OF MOVING FORWARD, AS THE WARHORSE GOES TO FACE ANOTHER DAY.
CHHHH-CHHHH.
Corey Graves: That dude knows he can get air time right? It seems very unconventional to go around it that way.
Mauro Ranallo: I think so, but really I don’t know if he’s smart enough to realise that.
The titantron once again switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Larry Sweeney is still hustling down the hall, but now he's in much more of a hurry. Time's a' ticking, and these boys have match to get to. The man they once called the Triple Champ quickly reaches his destination - a familiar door that was once adorned with the nWo Clubhouse sign, and after that, the Strong Dragon's Dojo banner.
Mr. 12 Large busts inside and finds his partner sitting in a mausoleum. Cobwebs cover abandoned exercise equipment. The poker table, long since tipped on its end and rolled into a corner, is shrouded in dust. Empty Gatorade bottles are strewn haphazardly all over the floor. Larry looks around, shocked, stunned, and sad.
Sweeney: Aye carumba... they're still just setting it up like this in every arena we go to, huh?
Kyle nods and mumbles back over his shoulder.
KO'R: Yep. Contracts are contracts. Rules are rules.
Sweeney: But how do they get the dust and the webs to last?
KO'R: Nobody knows.
Kyle pockets a tear-stained picture of his husband and turns to his tag team partner.
KO'R: Larry... do we suck?
Sweeney: Huh? What? Us? No way pal! We're tops! Some of the best to ever do it! We've just fallen on hard times again, that's all. Nothin' new under the sun! Ahaha! We'll back on top in no time, you just take my word for it!
Kyle shrugs, kicks at an empty bottle, and sighs.
KO'R: It's just... we used to have like all the titles... and poker games with cigars... and a Gatorade sponsorship... and so many friends... and now we don't have any of those things. All that time and effort and it's all...
O'Reilly boots the empty bottle towards the weight rack. It bounces off the side with a hollow ping.
Sweeney: Nope. No. Un-uh. That's the wrong idea! The wrong idea! You gotta go back even further, to before we ever sniffed title gold or dreamed of getting the nWo back together or even knew what Gatorade tasted like. That... that's when we had nothing, Kyle. Right now? Right now we've got memories! And records, which are like memories with jobs! And besides and of that, we're not done yet! So what we can never challenge for the tag titles again? We'll do something else! Something better! Vinny Marseglia killed me, practically killed you, and we came back from that! Remember the losing streak? The Hathaway feud? Brother, we've seen rock bottom a cupla times now and don't we always just use that as the foundation to whatever monument we build next?
KO'R: Yeah... yeah. I've been thinking about going to see Despy. Ya know... like... wherever he is...
Sweeney: Sure. Great. But now's not the time for the family man! I need that Diabetic Dragon! The Eye of the Tiger! Where's that Canadian karate kid with the rage issues? Gimme that Kyle O'Reilly cause I'll tell somethin', Larry Sweeney ain't nobody without that scary, pale maniac in his corner.
Larry claps his partner on the back enthusiastically and points him towards the door.
Sweeney: Besides, we got an easy one tonight. Two losers in a fan club. A fan club! Can you believe it? Let's go show 'em who they're messin' with!
Larry Sweeney leads the way out of the locker room and towards the ring. Kyle lingers just a second longer, looking back at the locker room one more time before hitting the lights and shutting the door. Tight. So tight that the dartboard with the picture of Bobby Fish attached to it falls off its hook into the garbage can below where the polaroid is promptly devoured by dozens of starved spiders. Revolution continues elsewhere!
We cut back to the ring where Hornswoggle is crawling out from under it. He slides into the ring and awaits his opponent.
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
WARHORSE and Hornswoggle stand off with each other, after a little bit of curiosity of how to address this from both competitors. Hornswoggle stomps on the foot of WARHORSE and starts delivering kick after kick to the shin. After a rebound off the ropes Hornswoggles is planted into the mat with a strong big boot. After which the taller of the two wrestlers goes to the top rope and goes for the double stomp early on trying to put the match away quickly.
Corey Graves: WARHORSE putting away Hornswoggle early, guess that’ll be one thing shorter than Swoggle here.
At the last second Hornswoggle moves out of the way backing up into the turnbuckles. WARHORSE tries to course correct but lands awkwardly. As he goes to nurse the knee he is met with a chop block to the wounded leg grounding the Ass ruler. In the meanwhile Hornswoggle continues working the leg pulling and twisting it.
Tom Phillips: King Hornswoggle taking WARHORSE down to his level and then some by taking away his base. If he can’t stop this onslaught then that could be a disaster for not just the match but for the career of WARHORSE.
Hornswoggle grabs the leg of WARHORSE and begins turning over using his whole body weight to lock in a single leg boston crab. WARHORSE responds by screaming in pain and punching the mat trying to fight through the pain. He begins to push up and uses his upper body strength to pull himself over to the ropes with desperation. WARHORSE rolls to the outside grabbing his knee trying to get some blood flowing to it. But he is pushed forward with a baseball slide by Hornswoggle. WARHORSE rolls through and gets to his feet but notices Hornswoggle going for a dive from the top. He is caught in midair by WARHORSE and given a huge body slam to the floor for his trouble.
Mauro Ranallo: OH Divergence from the plan spells disaster for one Hornswoggle.
Tom Phillips: And what a disaster it was as Warhorse not only is resting up but in full control!
WARHORSE delivers a huge super kick to the recovering Hornswoggle and throws him back into the ring. He follows in and delivers a double legged dropkick to the recovering Hornswoggle and gets right back up. He lifts up Hornswoggle and places him back down onto his knee with a backbreaker, but WARHORSE freezes and starts gripping his knee in pain but eventually makes it to the cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
Tom Phillips: WARHORSE took too much time going for the cover and it allowed Hornswoggle to survive another day.
WARHORSE picks up Hornswoggle and throws him into the corner delivering stomp after stomp until the smaller superstar falls into a seated position. He goes into the opposite corner and rushes back with a sliding dropkick to the seated Hornswoggle. WARHORSE lifts up Hornswoggle and goes to drop him back down with a side suplex. But right at the height of the attempted suplex Hornswoggle escapes behind WARHORSE and rolls him up.
ONE
TWO
TH-KICKOUT
Right when WARHORSE pops back up to his feet to strike back Hornswoggle responds with a strike to the bad knee putting him down to one knee. Hornswoggle rebounds off the ropes and delivers a shining wizard to WARHORSE! He immediately points to the top rope and starts climbing and after a bit of showboating he leaps off for the tadpole splash…
Only to crash and burn as WARHORSE rolls out of the way at the last second! The two reach for ropes and its WARHORSE who marks it to his feet first. He goes for a kick but Hornswoggle dodges, Hornswoggle tries to go for the bad knee of WARHORSE, but its blocked and King Hornswoggle receives an overhead club for his troubles. WARHORSE throws Hornswoggle into the turnbuckle and rushes in for a running knee. He pulls him out and hits the side suplex that was attempted earlier.
WARHORSE starts slamming his fists on the mat trying to get the crowd behind him as he lifts up Hornswoggle. He begins running and rams a foot full force into the side of the head of his opponent and he yells a scream of excitement getting up to the second rope as the adrenaline starts pumping through him. He turns around to see Hornswoggle getting up to his feet and leaps off to knock him down with a missile dropkick. He covers him.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT
WARHORSE yells at the ref to start counting faster as he begins picking up Hornswoggle and rams his head into a turnbuckle. He hops up to the second rope and begins delivering punches as the audience counts along ending at ten before hopping back down and biel throwing Hornswoggle into the middle of the ring.
Corey Graves: WARHORSE is out of control! Someone stop this man before he hurts someone in the audience.
Tom Phillips: Well, right now it seems like his focus is locked right on Hornswoggle, for better or worse.
Corey Graves: That’s King Hornswoggle to you.
WARHORSE rushes towards the downed Hornswoggle going for a knee drop, but Hornswoggle gets out of the way just in the nick of time. He delivers a superkick to WARHORSE knocking him out. Hornswoggle then starts ascending the ropes once again to attempt to put away WARHORSE for good. He leaps off but WARHORSE gets his knees up on the splash. He grabs Hornswoggle and german suplexes him into the corner. While Hornswoggle is stunned WARHORSE goes to the apron and climbs up to the top rope in wait. Hornswoggle starts getting to his feet hunched over from the folding motion of the german. That’s when WARHORSE leaps off with a double foot stomp to the back of Hornswoggle’s head driving him into the mat. He pulls him to the center and pins him.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!
Things head backstage where the Phenomenal Fan Club are sitting in catering looking sad.
Rhino: Gore...
Heath Slater: Don’t be too sad, buddy. At least we can say we...
AJ enters the room and slams his fist on the table.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Tried? That’s how you’re going to stomach that piss poor performance out of yourselves is by sugar coating the whole situation with cliches? Well congratulations, you freakin’ embarrassed me again!
Styles flips the table over.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: But the worst part is, someone else has Sweet ‘n Sour’s blood on their hands right now. That should’ve been the two of you. If you were serious about your resolution and serious about representing me well and serious about ANYTHING, it would’ve been. Instead here you sit: losers.
AJ smacks them in the back of the head simultaneously.
”The Phenomenal” AJ Styles: Well not anymore! If I’m going to be stuck with you morons in my company and carrying my namesake, I’m going to make sure this doesn’t happen again. Consider yourselves enrolled in the Phenomenal Boot Camp, boys!
AJ woos as he walks out of the room as Heath and Rhino look at each other.
Tony Chimel: The following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
”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.
Chimel: And their opponents...
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
"HARD TIMES" hits the PA when those neon letters light up the titantron. The fans get to their feet to welcome Revolution's most affable rogues, misfits and scoundrels. Larry Sweeney, Kyle O'Reilly and the Slumlord Asuka strut their stuff out on to the ramp, ready for action.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen,... making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 383 pounds... accompanied by the UWF Transatlantic Champion Asuka... they are Larry Sweeney and Kyle O'Reilly... SWEET N' SOUR INCORPORATED!
The dangerously enthusiastic Canuck slides under the bottom rope while Sweeney, cackling like a madman, scales the steps to enter the squared circle. Asuka follows them in, scanning the arena with an unknowable danger in her aura. Climbing opposing turnbuckles, the fellas pose for the people, with Larry pandering like a politician while Kyle gives a thumbs up to a kid in the front holding up their insulin pen. Their bombastic funk entrance tune blares on through the speakers as they climb down and prepare for the match ahead.
DING DING DING!
The starting bell rings and Heath Slater is getting things going for his team while Kyle O'Reilly kicks things off from the other corner. The pair go for a classic test of strength, but Slater quickly kicks O'Reilly's gut and maneuvers behind him, taking the waist in a cinch. O'Reilly, however, manages to swing an elbow back that catches Heath on the side of the head and forces a break. The pair then lock up in a classic collar-and-elbow, Kyle quickly bringing Heath to the mat with an arm drag and attempting an early submission, but Slater manages to battle to one knee and drive a forearm into Kyle's gut, forcing him to release. O'Reilly throws a toe-kick at Heath's torso, but Slater catches the foot; the Diabetic Dragon hops on his one free foot twice before leaping up into a leg-fed enzuigiri! Slater goes down and the Sweet 'n' Sour fans pop for O'Reilly as he moves to his corner and tags in Sweeney.
Tom Phillips: That was a surprisingly balanced opening exchange between former World Tag Champion Kyle O'Reilly and Heath Slater.
Mauro Ranallo: People are quick to write off the Phenomenal Fan Club because they haven't found much success here in the UWF, Tom, but they forget that like everyone who competes under the UWF banner, these are some of the top athletes in our sport today.
Sweeney moves right in and before Heath can fully regain his vertical base, he's locked in a side headlock. Slater tries to maneuver Sweeney into the ropes, managing to do so and using them to break free by whipping Sweeney to the other side of the ring. Larry rebounds off the ropes as Slater takes a run at him and leaps for a crossbody, but ol' Sweeney has it scouted and ducks under! Heath lands harmlessly on the canvas and pops back up, but as he turns to face Larry he catches a running elbow right to the face that sends him reeling into the corner! Larry follows up by rushing in and clotheslining his opponent in the corner before leading him out and dropping him with a quick hip toss! Sweeney with the cover!
1...
...NO! Slater gets a foot on the rope!
Before Heath can really react, Sweeney sits him up and puts him in a sleeper hold, applying as much pressure as he can in a bid to put his opponent out and seal the deal for his team. The fans buzz as Heath tries to pry himself free, but Larry's got him locked up in a vice-like grip and he's refusing to relent. Rather than try to break free, Slater decides to use Sweeney's stubborn grip against him, battling to a vertical base and actually lifting Sweeney up on his back before tucking his head under an arm and hitting a backpack stunner! Sweeney falls back into the ropes as Slater spins round to sweep the leg and the former Transatlantic Champion goes down hard! Slater makes a quick tag and in comes Rhino! The War Machine hits the ring with fire as he surges right at Sweeney who is recovering and levels him with a hard lariat! Sweeney tries to recover again, but Rhino once more takes him to the canvas with a shoulder block before hauling Sweeney up and tossing him overhead with a fallaway slam! Sweeney lands hard and Rhino is quick to get back on him with a series of stomps straight to the chest.
Ranallo: An explosive entrance from the War Machine here as he takes the fight to the former tag champion.
Corey Graves: I would not wanna be on the receiving end of those stomps, they're absolutely vicious!
Rhino pulls a winded Sweeney to his feet and pushes him into the corner, capitalizing on the momentum he is building (and Sweeney's winded state) by connecting with a series of ugly shoulder thrusts to the gut. The former Transatlantic Champion is visibly on the back foot, but Kyle starts trying to motivate him from across the ring by getting the crowd into a clapping routine. For a moment, it looks like it might start working, but then Rhino sends Sweeney hard into his own corner and charges in after with a corner lariat before cheap-shotting the Diabetic Dragon with a throat thrust that sends him off the canvas to the floor below. The fans boo loudly as the War Machine pulls Sweeney out of the corner in a suplex clutch, then hauls him up into the air and delays for several seconds before dropping him directly on his head with a delayed brainbuster! Rhino hooks the leg.
1...
2...
...NO! Sweeney kicks out!
Phillips: After a very ugly brainbuster by Rhino, Larry Sweeney manages a kickout that denies the Phenomenal Fan Club their first win here in the UWF.
Graves: Denies? Uh-uh, Phillips. Delays at the very best. Like Thanos, the PFC is inevitable.
Rhino pulls Sweeney back to his feet and then doubles him over with a series of blistering knees to the chest. After leaving Larry on one knee with the final of that group of strikes, Rhino hits the ropes and comes back with a kick directly to the face, then tags Slater. Heath waits on the apron as Sweeney slowly pushes back to his feet, then shouts, "This one's for you, AJ!" before springboarding off the top rope and connecting with a Phenomenal Forearm! The fans boo at the tribute as Slater covers. KOR moves to enter the ring, but he's cut off by Rhino with a Gore! The fans are rabid now, booing loudly.
1...
2...
...NO! Sweeney kicks out!
Graves: What? Inconceivable!
Ranallo: Mamma mia, the absolute iron will of Larry Sweeney to get his shoulder up there!
There's a long pause as Slater takes a moment to shake his head in denial before moving on to bargaining and trying to argue with the official, who is adamant he only scored a two-count. As this is ongoing, Rhino pulls O'Reilly to his feet and moves to throw him out of the ring, but O'Reilly plants a foot and connects with an elbow to his gut before unloading with a combination of kicks that ends with a roundhouse to the head that sends the War Machine sprawling to the canvas. Rhino rolls out of the ring and Kyle moves on Slater, but the official urges him to exit the ring, getting in his face and practically holding him back. As he's doing this, Slater grins and moves toward Sweeney intent on doing something nefarious, but the ol' sonuvagun hits him with a low blow instead! Heath's eyes bug out as Larry pulls his arm from between the legs and uses Slater as leverage to find his own feet, then levels him with a classic bionic elbow to the forehead! Slater thrashes about, selling the strike like it's life insurance, but Sweeney's not done as he goes up top and hits the 12 Large Elbow, then hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
Kyle O'Reilly and Larry Sweeney:
SWEET N' SOUR INC.!
Graves: Unbelievable! Blatant cheating by the former world tag champions leads to an upset win over the Phenomenal Fan Club here tonight.
Phillips: How could it be an upset when they were the favourites, Corey?
That question lingers on an uncomfortable silence as Larry celebrates in his corner while O'Reilly moves to enter the ring after dealing with Rhino but, before he can get back in, he's struck from behind with a kendo stick!
Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!!!
O'Reilly's back arches as he cries out, but the first blow is followed by several more until the stick breaks, leaving ugly, bloody welts all over the former tag champ as he falls flat on his face on the outside. Sweeney, who had been caught up in celebration, only just now realized what was going on and he runs for the ropes before leaping through them for a suicide dive... unfortunately, the hooded figure who attacked his partner sidesteps the dive and gets a knee up to connect flush with Sweeney's face, using his own momentum against him! The blow hits ugly and Sweeney's entire body goes limp as Asuka rounds the ring and tries to even the odds, but the hooded figure cuts her off with a clothesline! The Transatlantic champion goes down and the hooded figure grabs a steel chair from under the ring, then begins to brutalize her with it. After seven chair shots, he discards the bent steel and turns his focus back on Sweeney.
Graves: This is a slaughter!
The hooded figure hauls Sweeney up by his tights and puts him in a suplex clutch, all 185 pounds of the man's dead weight held upright by his unidentifiable attacker. Then, he's lifted and unceremoniously dumped skull-first on the apron with a brainbuster! Sweeney lands with a hideous thud and flops right onto the floor, visibly unconscious.
Phillips: Oh my God, I think Larry Sweeney might just be...
Ranallo: ...dead?
With the fans booing, the hooded figure surveys the wreckage, then makes his exit through a hostile crowd, shoving his way out. The feed moves on.
We are taken to the commentary desk where the team is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to watch footage captured moments after Dunne and Galloway ambushed the new World Tag Team Champions at Slammiversary.
Tom Phillips: Some of the language you will hear is not suitable for young audiences.
The feed moves to a shot of backstage. You can hear someone cursing in a thick Birmingham accent. It's a distinct enough voice to know who is speaking.
PETE DUNNE
I told you we would beat those cunts and what did we do, Drew? We just sent a message. Not only did we survive a murderous Street Fight, we put the faces of our division on bloody notice.
Dunne walks through the frame and keeps moving. The camera starts to pan and follow him, but then a large hand grabs one edge of it and pulls it back to focus on the owner of that hand, none other than Drew Galloway. The Scottish Psychopath is full of intensity as he speaks.
DREW GALLOWAY
No hard feelin's, Becky an' Sami, but what we just did was all about business. Nothin' personal. We would've done the same tae Sweet an' Sour had they won, or any other pair o' tits that stood between us an' our goal. See, Pete an' I, we're finished with messin' around. If Foley isn't gonna give us the shot we earned by burnin' our way through his entire God damn division, we're gonna fuckin' take it! The simple fact is that unlike every other team in this company, we are actually happy the two o' you are champions, because we respect you. Both of you, in our approximation, were the best team tae be competin' in the UWF before we came along. But now that title has been usurped, an' soon, the titles around your waists will be, too. No mercy. We don't expect any less from the two of you. Let's have a war.
Drew's declaration made, he stalks off to join Dunne, who is standing by, bracing the back of his skull with a bloodied towel. The men walk off together, Drew favoring his leg. The feed moves back to commentary.
Corey Graves: Bold words from a pair of cowards who had to cheap shot the champions.
Ranallo: There are many ways I would describe Dunne and Galloway, but cowardly is not one of those.
Before Corey can respond, the show moves along.
The lights in the arena dim as the stage is shrouded in a dark blue smoke, the lights turning the same hue as a familiar theme begins to play.
After several seconds of instrumental, the vocals of rapper NF are heard as the titantron screen lights up with one word:
PHENOMENAL
It’s at this moment the man himself comes out, hunched over in his steps as he straightens up, throwing his arms up and outward as he pulls down his hood quickly from the top of his head. Pyro fires from the stage as he makes his way to the ring, that unmistakable confident smile on his face.
Tony Chimel: From Gainesville, Georgia. Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds. The “Phenomenal” A...J....STYLES!
Upon entering the ring, AJ raises his arms above his head and crosses his hands so that the halves on his gloved palms meet to complete his symbol. As he lowers them, he shoots the same confident smile to the ramp as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Miro's music plays but nobody comes out from the back. Styles is waiting in the ring but nothing happens. His msuci dies down and it's silent for a few second before it starts up again.
Again, no Miro to be seen. As AJ Styles is awaiting the arrival of Miro. A video plays on the titantron.
Miro: Alan! So sorry my pal but I cannot make it tonight! I’m too busy killing it on Warzone to show up tonight. Remember guys, it’s twitch.tv/MIROtwch ! Come and give me a follow, subscribe maybe? Saves you watching AJ do a load of bull crap! Sorry UWF Universe but Twitch means more. Too busy. Hopefully I’ll catch you all next week, I’ll just have to check the schedule. Ref, ring the bell. Let little man have his W!
Miro waves to the camera and switches it off.
The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, AJ Styles!
Styles gets his hand raised but he looks a bit peeved, wanting to take out some more frustration on someone. He's still happy to get the victory though and he smiles just to piss off the crowd. The crowd suddenly starts to cheer and AJ thinks it's about time he gets some recognition from them but they weren't cheering for that. Instead Chris Jericho has come through the crowd and has his new Intercontinental Championship in hand! He slides into the ring behind AJ and whacks him in the back of the head with it! AJ goes down and Jericho turns him over and starts wailing on him with lefts and rights. Styles tries to cover up but he's bleeding and blood and hair in his face makes it hard for him to see where the punches are coming. He manages to roll away and exit the ring but Jericho is hot on his trail.
Corey Graves: What a cowardly attack by Chris Jericho! He should be stripped of the title!
Tom Phillips: Where was this when AJ attacked him with a chair at Slammiversary?
Corey Graves: He should have been a fine but this is the second offense and deserves a harsher punishment!
Jericho slams AJ into the announce table before taking off the protective layer and removing the tv monitors. He places AJ on the table and gives him a few more punches to keep him down. AJ is all kinds of dazed from the title hit to the head and the punches. Jericho climbs onto the apron and springboards off the second rope with a lionsault all the way onto the announce table, crashing Styles right through it!
Mauro Ranallo: Lionsault through the table Mama Mia!
Officials come running out from the back and escort Jericho away while the others check on Styles as the show moves on.
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We head down to the ring where the Intercontinental Champion Chris Jericho is still in the ring, waiting for his upcoming match.
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".
Tony 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.
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Jericho is all smiles as he trots around the ring full of confidence. Shibata meanwhile stands in the corner with his arms crossed just watching as this shell of a man he might have had respect for at one time now parades around the ring like a show pig. Chris stands in the middle of the ring and motions for Shibata to come out and meet him in the middle of the ring. Shibata uncrosses his arms and slowly walks over. Jericho slaps his “abs” and shows off his biceps. Shibata ends up slapping the taste out of his mouth causing Jericho to turn away and hang over the ropes. He looks out into the crowd and smiles. He turns around but as soon as he does, Shibata sends him away with yet another slap! This time Jericho doesn’t smile and instead turns around with a fist cocked for Shibata. The Wrestler however gets his foot up high and kicks his arm away. Jericho turns away once more but Shibata comes forward and manages to put him in a sleeper hold.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Shibata picked up a thing or two from Suzuki.
Corey Graves: It’s a sleeper hold, one of the most easiest and effect submissions to perform. I for one applaud this killer instinct brought back into him.
Jericho is right by the ropes and the ref starts his count. Gone are the days of the sadistic Shibata but he still holds on for a 2 count just because of how annoying he finds Jericho. Y2J leans over the ropes and coughs as if there’s gas in his lungs. Finally Shibata pops a smile as he exits the ring and comes around to where Chris is. Jericho doesn’t seem to notice until his hanging head is slapped yet again! He gets off the ropes and walks away while Shibata slides into the ring behind him. Jericho sense this and manages to run forward, springboarding off the ropes to hit Shibata with a back elbow. The former UWF Champion grabs his mouth but Jericho is back to his feet and clubs away at him. He pushes him against the ropes and shoots him off but Shibata reverses. Jericho hits the ropes and runs right into a slap from Shibata! Jericho stops dead in his tracks and looks pissed. he turns right to The Wrestler and eylls in his face, "Stop slapping me!" only for Shibata to wipe him out with a spinning backhand! Jericho does down and Shibata makes the cover!
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Jericho kicks out! He rolls out onto the apron but Shibata isn't done with him. He exits out onto the apron as well and grabs a fistful of hair, bringing the rock star up to his feet. Jericho grabs his head and drops down to his knees to execute a jawbreaker. Shibata bends over holding his haw once more while Jericho scrambles back into the ring. Shibata stands up straight to see him but Jericho grabs his head and hangs him on the top rope! It's not Shibata who si gasping for breath but he still wants to fight. He stands back up once more except the Intercontinental Champion runs over and springboards onto the middle rope, turning in mid air to dropkick him to the floor below! Shibata ends up landing on his feet but Jericho decides to show him that he's still got that youth by going to the top rope. When Shibata turns around, he meets a flying Jericho who takes him out with a body block of sorts.
Corey Graves: Not exactly the most graceful I've seen Jericho.
Tom Phillips: That's a 50 year old man flying through the air Graves. Some people can't even do that in their 30s and have to resort to sitting at an announce desk.
Corey Graves: You watch your mouth Phillips!
Tom Phillips: I was talking about myself but if the shoe fits...
Jericho picks Shibata back up and gives him a chop to the chest for his troubles. Shibata walks away trying to walk off the pain but Jericho follows closely behind. He turns him around and forces him up against the barricade, leaning him over to overhand chop him! The sound rings so loud that the front row covers their ears from the pain! Shibata isn't one to just take the hits though as he throws a knee to the gut of Jericho before throwing him back into the ring. Jericho rises back up to his feet and Shibata slides into the ring only to get caught with the Codebreaker! He quickly makes the pin!
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Shibata places his boot on the rope! Jericho shakes his head, knowing he should have known better then to go for the pin right away while they were so close to the ropes. He gets back to his feet and brings Shibata up along with him. The former UWF Champion looks groggy and so Jericho spins with the Judas Effect! Shibata ducks it just in time and throws some quick hands before following up with a elbow shot to the face. He goes for a second spinning backhand but Jericho ducks his as well and grabs him at the waist popping his hips back for a northern lights suplex! He keeps the bridge in for the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Katsuyori Shibata!
Tom Phillips: Looks like all those early slaps to the head were a concentrated attack against Jericho.
Mauro Ranallo: Shibata is a calculated and dangerous man. If I were Bray Wyatt, I'd be worried.
Shibata gets his hand raised but there's only one thing on his mind, a rematch with Bray Wyatt. He casually leaves the ring and heads to the back while the Intercontinental Champion is attended to.
Bray Wyatt: People man, They say that I speak in Riddles. But naaaaah man, they only think I speak in riddles because of what the Machine has pumped into their minds all their lives. I speak nothing but the truth, and it is so foreign to the average joe shmo that they point the finger at me and accuse me of spinning a web of lies and only deceiving those who would attempt to read into anything I hafta say. Well she warned me of you, she told me that on my path I would be crossed by those who didn’t see within me what I truly was meant to be. That the plain folk, the uppity of society would look down on me, would see in my direction and give the same look they would a piece of trash tumbling across the street. But what of them now, what do those who snubbed their nose up at me have to say now that I am Somebody. I aint no liar man, I aint no piece of trash neither. I am Righteous, indignant, Truth! I am better Than you ALL. I say that her kiss could burn the world down, and yet you looked upon a bloodied Suzuki in shock. I told you that NOTHING they did could EVER hurt me, and yet you waited with bated breath whenever they put my shoulders down on the mat. I told you all, and you didn’t listen maan, well are ya listening now because just like every other truth I laid at your feet…I now hold the Whole DAMN World…In my Hands. It’s all here, in the Palm of my hands. The end all, be all, the one everyone wants a piece of, and now there aint no contenders line or big fancy contracts you need to legalese your way into. Nah if ya’ll are looking for the Richest prize in our business, all you have to do is look up in the sky…and Follow…The Buzzards heh hehhe hahaha
The Firefly Funhouse theme begins and we enter the Funhouse with a waiting and smiling Bray Wyatt waving hello to the viewing audience.
Bray Wyatt: Benvenuto Fireflies! It’s Wednesday, you know what that means! It’s time for another Firefly Funhouse! *Yaaaay* But Wait Un Momento, isn’t their something missing? Hmmm I know I forgot something but I can’t seem to hit the nail on the head, can ya’ll help me? Let’s see did I forget to do my hair?
*The children audience let out a big “noooooo” as Wyatt feels the top of his head.*
Oop, no, I am definitely Stylin’ and Profilin’, did I…Forget my sweater? *Nooooooo* Oof, of course not, this is my Favorite white sweater, no matter how dirty she gets haha. Welp I’m stumped, I’ve got my wallet, I’ve issued the daily blood sacrifice to the pagan god Moloch, I ate breakfast; big stack o pancakes with puh lenty of syrup hee hee. Well gee willikers guys what could it be?
A whisper voice is heard over head and Brays eyes go wide and leans his ear towards the camera as if hearing words spoken to him through the lens.
What’s that? Oh…Oh…OOOOH That’s right! We’re forgetting our Brand New Toy!
Bray Wyatt bends over under a table and tosses a hat over head as if digging through stuff to find what he’s looking for. Before the camera changes and with a slide whistle sound effect he re-enters the frame with the UWF Championship over his shoulder.
*Yaaay* Man oh Man, I’ve been carrying this baby for so long, but it’s the first time I get to hold it on me and it feels So Good. It’s been so long, and now that I’ve come back totally healed thanks to all of you and this funhouse, I have a clear mind and time to just Enjoy it. How much FUN we’re gonna have with this, I bet this milkshake is gonna bring Allll the boys to the yard now, and we’ll be able to play all day Every day with each and every one of em! YOWIE WOWIE doesn’t that sound like fun?! *yaaaay*
Bray brings the championship up to his lips and starts to cackle in laughter as the piped in children cheering keeps going, before a cartoon lightbulb appears overhead signaling Wyatt’s gotten an idea.
Why I’ve just realized, this is the start of the NEW YEAR! And I know that all my fireflies are sad to say goodbye to 2020 and all the fun it brought us, but now that we have the UWF Championship we are gonna make 2021 EVEN Better if you can believe that. HAHA, but since this is the start of a new reign isn’t it traditional to do this out there? I mean, usually I let the other guys handle the extracurricular activities, because the Funhouse is where I’m most protected…but What the hay? New year, New me.
The Firefly Funhouse theme begins to play in its entirety, as we cut back to inside the arena with the camera pointed at the titantron slowly panning out and then moving down as out through the curtain Bray Wyatt emerges with a big smile on his face and the UWF Championship around his waist.
Mauro Ranallo: Well it appears our new champion is coming out here to address the audience.
Corey Graves: I-I don’t even know how to feel about this, after that sadistic display at Slammiversary you would think these people would be hesitating to cheer for this guy but he seems to have a way with people.
Tom Phillips: No matter how monstrous he may get, Bray Wyatts Followers never seem to waver.
He extends his arms out wide and laughs out loud as the crowds mixed reaction is drowned by the joyful cheers of the louder members in attendance, Wyatt slaps the face of the UWF Title and runs up to barricade and starts slapping the hands of the front row people. The wide smile on his face never going away as he jovially pumps his fist into the air up and down, he climbs up the steel steps and takes a bow before he puts his hands together and waves his clasps hands in victory.
Corey Graves: I mean, this guy grated a mans face practically off with that championship, and I’m seeing parents holding their children up on their shoulders to get closer to him!
Mauro Ranallo: The eerie hold Bray Wyatt gets on his fireflies is a sight to behold for sure.
Wyatt walks across the ring apron and acts like he’s unsure on how to enter the ring, stumbling a bit before coming in and getting a microphone. As he clasp the mic away from the ringhand, he immediately grabs the hand with his other shaking it and introducing himself to the surprised person. Wyatt then swings his whole body back into the ring in a big spin, soaking in the adulation as his music dies down. You can hear some boos from the crowd, but the proclaimed “fireflies” begin to chant “Yowie-Wowie” as Wyatt giggles in the ring, looking a little overwhelmed he puts his hand to his mouth.
Bray Wyatt: Thank you, Thank you, oooh that just warms My Soul. I’ve indulged in glory from time to time but it was always with a caveat, it was always with one eye over the horizon. As happy as winning it was before, it never FELT happy. But now, I’ve got the Firefly Funhouse, I’ve got all my friends under one roof and some on the windowsill hee hee, and Most of all I’ve got all of my Fireflies with me! So there is nothing to worry about, or to be afraid of, all that pain…that misery…it was all worth it for this!
Bray Wyatt reaches back undoing his championship and holding it up valiantly shouting out for the world to hear, but once he touches the ropes he brings the title down and looks at it longingly. As he’s staring down at the championship, some in the crowd begin to sway their extended arms from side to side singing “he’s got the whole world, in his hands”
This, this used to be cursed for me. But now, Wowzers, is this thing gonna be cursed for anyone else that wants it. Because boys and girls, it is always better to share…but Anyone coming to Take this toy away from me, will regret it for the rest of their lives. With the only upside being if they don’t stop from trying fast enough, that regret not lasting very long at all…OOP! That reminds me, all of this is thanks to SOOO many people! Rhodey and Damien helped me with strategy, Tuskus and Mekhane learned me about the dangers of holding it, Cabrito and Huskus helped me relax and not obsess over it, and even Breezy and Bradley gave me advice on how to carry it. Even that mean ole boss is warming up to me now, hahaha, but above all else there are two Important factors that I need to thank. All of you little fireflies out there, shining your lights as I show you the way…and H̵̩͝i̸̗͐m̴̱̑…H̷̝̒e̷̪̿ Fixed me when I was broken, H̶̬̏e̶̹͋ protects the funhouse from all who dare knock on its doors, and Ḥ̶̈́e̸̳̓ is why this is all happening.
A loud electric malfunction sound is heard as the overhead lights in the arena suddenly go down.
Tom Phillips: Um.
We won it, we got it, but only because of H̸̠̎ḯ̸̜ṡ̴̮ will.
You can hear the buzzing of electricity echoing in the arena as the lights that shine on the crowd flicker before turning off leaving a lone spotlight on Bray Wyatt as the electrical static even effects the announcers headsets.
Corey Graves: I'm ge-g a bad fe-g ab--
So it is only fair, that H̸͎͑ē̴͜ has H̶͓͒i̶̙̓s̸̮͐moment too.
The Lights go completely black with a Loud shut down noise, leaving the arena completely pitch black. Some people try to light things up with their phones but are mere shining dots in the darkened atmosphere. After a few moments in the hushed darkness, there is a Loud ear shattering screeching that begins to sound as all the lights come back on a dark sinister Red as the lights flicker in the ring revealing The Fiend now standing in the middle of the ring holding the UWF Championship in his hands.
The Fiend roars out into the open air in a beastly manner, The lights seizing and flickering as Red bathes the arena. The Fiend speaks out into the open air with no microphone in hand, and is still heard clearly over the arena speakers in a disturbing low almost electrical voice.
A̴N̸D̵ ̴E̷V̷E̷R̷Y̷W̸H̷E̶R̸E̵ ̵T̶H̵A̴T̸ ̷M̷A̶R̸Y̷ ̶W̴E̸N̶T̶
The Fiend holds the title up high above his head.
H̸E̴R̶ ̶L̵A̸M̷B̶ ̶W̵A̴S̸ ̸S̷U̶R̵E̴ ̴T̶O̵ ̸G̴O̶
The Camera begins to pan into the sickening gruesome visage of the Fiend as the lights go out once again ending the show until you hear the Fiends Voice once more in the darkness.
Ļ̸̮͆́E̷̗̫̠̜͒̀̚͝T̴̝̔͒̀̅
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̴̨̫̻͓̌M̴̲̻̪̈́̈́Ḛ̵̄̋
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̷̳̇͌̋̚Ḯ̸͖͎̲̒N̸͕̘̍̎
END OF SHOW
Credits
Swoggle vs WARHORSE - Wasabi
HIT vs Time Machine - Dresden
Sweet N' Sour vs Phenomenal Fan Club - Crann
Miro vs Styles, Shibata vs Jericho, Guevara/Orton vs Mysterio/Cedric - Danny
