Revolution 9/15/22

[Danny]

We head to the arena where the 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.



Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: We have a big show lined up today so let's not dally and get right into the action!



Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!



John Cena theme hit's the arena when the Fans Cheers for him in mostly Salutes through them. Stone Cold comes out with him.



He's salutes to the UWF Universe. Stone Cold flips them off. What a combo!

Chimel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 515 pounds... John Cena and Stone Cold Steve Austin!

Cena Salutes to his fans and runs straight down towards the ring and slides in and runs back in fourth of the ropes and throws his hat and raise up Chain gang pose and takes off his shirt and hands the Ref his chain gang necklace. Stone Cold is also there.



As Wherever I May Roam blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly.

Chimel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 486 pounds... Tommaso Ciampa and Wardlow!

The menacing tandem climbs up into the squared circle and heads to their corner. Tony steps out of the ring and after ensuring both teams are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.



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Tommaso elects to start thing off for his team, letting his heater take his usual spot on the outside from the outset. On the far side, it's Stone Cold. The Texas Rattle Snake stretches out those braced knees and cracks his neck from side to side before approaching the center of the ring. At first, Ciampa looks like he's going to meet him head on. Instead, he fakes out of a collar-and-elbow at the last second and steps to the side as Austin passes by, wagging a finger at his opponent. The[b fans boo the cocky maneuver, but the former IC Champ doesn't give a heck. He takes some time circling the perimeter of the ring while an already-annoyed Austin waits for him in the dead center.


Ranallo: Quite the interesting pairing between Austin and Cena here. It's an unlikely combination of talent at first glance, but on paper, you've got two of the most successful superstars in the UWF's long history working together now, pushing each other to do better by the week. Like they say, iron sharpens iron.

Phillips: If only we still had a tag team division.

Graves: There just aren't enough referees for us to add a whole division like that. I blame their union.


Ciampa continues to swirl around Austin like some kinda wild animal stalking its prey. Steve stays coiled in the middle like a snake ready to strike out, his fists clenched full of quivering trigger fingers. When Tommaso comes back near his own corner, however, he reaches over and tags his partner in.

This garners another chorus of boos from the crowd for what's perceived as a coward's way out. The massive Wardlow steps through the ropes and into the ring, flexing those pecs while staring down Austin.


Phillips: Ciampa laid out an open challenge last week - now that he's got some competition, he wants nothing to do with it!

Graves: You don't know what you're talking about Phillips. This is a tag team match - you're supposed to include your partner. I think we're about to witness the difference between a pair of guys who have been working together for a year now and a rag tag tandem of egomaniacs.

Ranallo: To your point, Corey, we haven't seen Ciampa and Warldow in a great deal of tag team contests together, but we've seen flashes over the months, including a dominant sting in this year's Royal Rumble where the big man helped the Psycho Killer rack up an astounding nine eliminations.


Unlike Ciampa, Wardlow wastes no time in marching straight up to Austin. Steve mixes up his game plan for the new threat. He doesn't even try to grapple. Instead, he launches himself at the behemoth, unleashing a can of whoop ass before the bodyguard knows what hit him.

Stone Cold uncorks a torrent of punches and elbows, connecting everywhere from the chest to the jaw to the forehead without discrimination. He's throwing everything shy of the kitchen sink at Wardlow. Ten, fifteen, twenty unanswered strikes - it isn't enough to level the giant, but Austin's got him on his heels, backing him up into the ropes.

When Wardlow's back finally touches the cables, Austin uses that elastic force to his favour, grabbing a wrist to send his opponent running across the ring. Wardlow careens across the canvas like a runaway train, slamming into the far set of ropes so hard they threaten to snap. They volley him back the way he came, where the Tex Rattlesnake is waiting with a clothesline.

Wardlow beats him to the punch, blasting his foe with a lariat of his own. The bonafide Texan heavyweight gets turned inside out like he's a man half that size taking the bump. Steve lands flat-back on the mat, seeing stars. Ciampa's personal insurrance policy plants his size fourteen boot right on Austin's chest for the condescending pin attempt.



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Austin defiantly shoves the boot off after the first count, a frustrated scowl painted all over his face. Wardlow sneers at him, bends down, grabs him the head and drags him over to the home corner, where he tags in Ciampa.


Graves: You can already see these two employing some essential tag team basics. Isolate the opponent, make frequent tags, keep yourselves fresh while wearing the other guy down. Excellent work.

Ranallo: Cena is chomping at the bit to get in this thing. Tommaso and Wardlow are going to do everything they can to make sure he doesn't get the chance.


It's true - on the opposite side of the squared circle, the Chain Gang Solider is reaching over the ropes, arm extended like maybe he leans far enough, Steve will be able to make the tag. Or maybe he's just trying to offer up some hope to his stranded partner, for whatever that's worth. Austin is miles away, though, and in serious trouble as Ciampa comes through the ropes and puts the boots to him.

The Psycho Killer grabs hold of the top rope to give himself some leverage as he drives the sole of his boot into the goatee'd chin of SCSA. The Official steps in to break things up - a five count makes it to four before Tommaso finally backs off. Again, he's got the crowd irked beyond belief. He ignores the vitriol. However bad of a mood they're in, odds are his is worse, and has been since Summerslam.

Ciampa walks away a few paces while the Referee walks over to warn him about following the rules. That leaves his back turned to Austin, giving Wardlow all the space he needs to reach down and pull the Rattlesnake up before slapping on a deep Sleeper Hold. The fans scream at the Referee telling him to turn around, but Ciampa's got him wrapped up in some kinda conversation about the intricacies of the five count so he's all distracted.


Phillips: Look at this blatant cheating by Ciampa and Wardlow now! It's disgusting!

Graves: Oh like Stone Cold Steve Austin has never played outside the rules before?


Cena steps through the ropes to come and break things up on his own. Amazingly, the Ref clocks this and he rushes over to stop John from coming in. Cena's shouting at him to go check on Austin but that Official ain't turning around until he's got John back on the apron where he belongs.

In the mean time, Ciampa runs over and waxes Austin with a Mafia Kick while Wardlow's got him held up with the Sleeper. That turns Steve's lights out. Tommaso then snapmares him down to the canvas near the middle of the ring and calls for the Ref, who finally turns around to come over and count the pin...


Ranallo: No! Not like this!

Phillips: We need two Refs for a match like this.

Graves: Pfft, good luck getting that one past their union.


The Ref's hand slaps the mat...



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Austin kicks out in time! Ciampa's beard, long as it is, isn't enough to hide his menacing frown. The Official insists the count was good, so a vexed Ciampa gets back to work. He hoists Austin up and lifts him at an awkward angle over his shoulder, hooking the head to go for the Air Raid Crash.

Before he can execute, however, Steve slips out and counters with a sunset flip! He rolls Ciampa to the canvas and pushes down on the thighs, going for a pin of his own! The Official is right there to make the count...



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No! Ciampa pops out before it's too late! He scampers up to his feet but takes a boot to the kisser from Steve when he tries to pick him up. The Sicilian Psycho stumbles away, dazed and confused.


Phillips: Austin finally has an opening to make it to Cena! Can he get there in time!

Ranallo: It's absolutely essential that he does!


Steve rolls over and crawls towards home base, the entire crowd cheering him on as he drags his battered body towards Cena's outstretched hand. Stone Cold is in rough shape, but he's got guts for days and moxy to boot. He fights through the pain as he inches closer and closer to sanctuary.

The dazed Ciampa finally blinks some life back into his eyes as he finds himself wandering around blindly near a neutral corner. He's equidistant from Steve and Wardlow, but has the wherewithal to realize he needs to get himself out of there. Staggering back towards his heater, he damn near collapses as he falls towards Wardlow's hand.

Tag made. The Big Man is back in this thing.


Graves: THIS IS WAR! Here comes trouble!

Phillips: Oh no...


Just as Wardlow comes barreling through the ropes, though, Austin catches a second wind and explodes forward to make the tag to Cena! The Chain Gang Soldier vaults himself over the top cable and catches his opponent as he's speeding in that direction. John blasts him across his broad torso with a haymaker of a lariat. It doesn't knock the monster over, but it succeeds in taking the wind out of his sails.

The tenacious veteran follows up by hitting the ropes and coming up behind the winded Wardlow, leaping up, grabbing him by the back of the head and driving him face-first into the canvas with a Bulldog! Seeing the humongous competitor finally taken off of his feet gives the fans a renewed sense of hope, and they start to really get behind Cena, even moreso when he stunts his strength and hoists him up with a deadlift that turns into a Spinout Powerbomb!

With Wardlow now splayed out in the middle of the ring, Cena stands tall over him, looks straight into the hard cam, and waves hi hand in front of his face.


YOU CAN'T SEE ME!


The fans say it along with him. John then hits the ropes, comes back and stops right next to his opponent. Little dance, brushes the dust, and then fist drops the guy with a classic Five Knuckle Shuffle! That leads straight to a pin attempt...



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Wardlow kicks out after the second count. The fans groan, but Cena isn't discouraged.


Graves: It's gonna take more than the goofiest move in the game to put down a HOSS like Wardlow.

Ranallo: Cena likes to do things with style, but pound for pound, he's as strong as wrestlers come. If anyone can go toe-to-toe with Wardlow, it's him.


John scoops Wardlow up, looking for an Attitude Adjustment. Wardlow slips off his back and shoves him away, then heads for the ropes to build up some speed. Austin meets him at the apron when he tries to bounce back, grabbing him by the head and dropping down to give him a neckbreaker on the top rope!

The giant is snapped back towards the middle of the ring, totally out of sorts! Cena is ready and waiting. He hoists the big man up on to his shoulders and flings him off with an Attitude Adjustment! The fans explode as the massive human rattles the ring on impact!

He lands so hard that he bounces back up into a seated position, eyes wide and jaw clenched like someone who just got paddled back to life in the ER, or like Uma Thurman after an adrenaline shot in Pulp Fiction. The freak of nature actually gets right back to his feet, fists clenched, sweat pouring down his brow, face beat red.


Ranallo: Unbelievable! Wardlow just ate that AA and got right back up!

Phillips: Yeah but does he even know where he is right now?


Wardlow stands up, joints looking stiff, eyes clouded. He isn't moving - he looks like he's got drying cement for blood, his breathing is laboured. Cena is waiting for him to do something but the giant isn't moving. It's like his freakish body just kicked straight into survival mode after getting hit with the rare power move.

John shrugs and is about go for another AA when Austin runs and cactus clotheslines the behemoth, getting his licks in with a side of some sweet revenge for the beating earlier. John watches on in shock as his partner throws caution to the wind and takes both himself and the big man out over the ropes to the floor below.

As they're going, Ciampa leans over and manages to make the tag on Wardlow's back before he's outta there. Cena doesn't notice, but the Ref does. Tommaso creeps through the ropes and comes up behind John. He spins him around and goes to kick him the guts...


Phillips: Ciampa made the tag now he's coming after Cena!

Graves: Quick thinking by the Psycho Killer!


He almost catches Cena unawares but Cena catches his leg just in time! He knocks it away then scoops up the former IC Champ up on to his shoulders! The fans scream and jump out of their seats as Cena goes for his finisher...


Ranallo: Attitude Adjustment!

Phillips: That's all she wrote!


Except it isn't, cause Ciampa slips off just in time. Cena throws himself off balance, giving Tommaso the opening to land a knee in his tummy before hooking his arms and executing a vicious Fairy Tale Ending! Cena goes down and Ciampa makes the cover...



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DING DING





YOUR WINNERS...
TOMMASO CIAMPA AND WARDLOW!


Metallica hits the PA as Ciampa stands to have his hand raised. Cena rolls away, clutching his head in pain. Wardlow and Austin are still laid out on the floor below.


Ranallo: In his first match since losing the title at Summerslam, Tommaso Ciampa rebounds in a big way with a win over two former world champions.

Phillips: I was hoping that we might see some more humility from the Psycho Killer after Summerslam, but it's just more of the same.

Graves: More of the same? I see as Ciampa who's as cunning and ruthless as ever. The chip on his shoulder has never been bigger, and now he's got something to chase again - whether it's the Intercontinental Championship or any other title, the whole roster just got but on notice, and with that tank Wardlow in his corner, the sky's the limit.


Eventually, Wardlow rolls back into the ring to stand tall with his partner. Cena, in turn, rolls to the oustide. Austin comes over to help him up and the two of them stare down the victors while Revolution rolls on!




The scene opens up on The Miz standing backstage as he’s looking into the camera.



The Miz: You got the focus on me now, cameraman? Good. Take a good look at this face, UWF. This is the face of one of the men that’s going to have their arm raised in victory tonight after Joe Gacy and Dexter Lumis are put down by a Shattered Finale and find themselves looking up at the lights! The other man, of course, is Goldust. And in case you forgot, together with Batista we make up The Guild. And you should get used to seeing Goldust and I in the ring more often because Batista’s a busy man that’s had Hollywood on the back burner for weeks while he dealt with Eddie Kingston but now he’s back which means the Eddie Kingstons and such that have a problem with the, “Hollywood Animal” are going to have to take it up with yours truly the, “A-Lister” and Shattered Dreams Productions’ own Goldust!

Goldust now enters the shot and stands beside Miz.

Goldust: Tonight, I step back into a UWF ring after a very long time away, longer even than Miz here, and let me tell you the anticipation is high for both of us. Don’t even think about ring rust rearing its ugly head though because we aren’t going to be deterred by our time away. Instead, absence has made the heart grow fonder so watch tonight and be amazed as our skills are just as crisp and sharp as they’ve ever been. And it’s going to be so…

The Miz: AAAAWWWWEEESSSSOOOOMMMMEEEE

Goldust: That you will never, ever forget the name of…

Goldust inhales.

Goldust: The Guild.

Both men walk offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The camera switches back to backstage where Renee Young is seen standing beside the recently debuted Trent Seven.



Renee Young
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Trent Seven. Trent Seven, you had an impressive debut last week. Despite a last-minute change, you beat Sammy Guevara in what seems to be a one-sided affair. How are you feeling about your first win?



Trent Seven
Last week, a nice young gentleman ducked me and thus, shunned the light. He is welcoming, yet He is not forgiving. There will be no second chance, for He already passed judgement for the slothful. Like Belphegor, the gentleman will be casted down to hell, all in due time. Alas, sacrifice was due, and Sammy Guevara was there. Yet, He deemed Mr. Guevara not worthy of the light. Thus, the journey continues.

Renee, I am a meticulous person. When I was informed that I would be facing Leyton Buzzard for my first match, I went straight to study the films. The last-minute change means that I was left unprepared for the match. Yet Trent Seven still captured the win. I was unprepared for the battle, but He prepared me for the war. Seven Circles of Hell, the first of many.

Renee took a few seconds to digest what Seven said before coming up with another questions.

Renee Young
Speaking about your first match, Joe Gacy was seen on the crowd during the match, and later on he made a comment on your beliefs. Is there anything going on between the two of you? How do you feel about the comment?

Trent Seven chuckles at the questions and shakes his head before answering.

Trent Seven
Beliefs. Trent Seven is not a believer. You see Renee, belief is something that emerged when the eyes can’t see, the ear can’t hear, and the nose can’t smell. He never demands faith, as He always delivers. Trent Seven doesn’t have any viewpoint. Trent Seven lives in this reality, the world where dog eats dog and cat has SEVEN lives. I know a lot of Joe Gacy. People who believe in something bigger than themselves, people who wants to be parts of something bigger. 

Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you Mr. Gacy, there is no philosophical depth in the words I said. The only thing bigger than myself is Him, and let me tell you something about Him. He has no ideals, as He is reaction in its purest form. The lesser devils are fighting among themselves, yet the mountain top reserved for Him. In fact, Mr. Gacy, it is the complete opposite of what you said last week. I am not preoccupied by otherworldly things. My truth is His truth, and His truth is the very reality we live in. I am the one working within the scope of our reality, while people like you are trying to port their imagination to the real world.

As for your question, Renee, there is nothing going on between I and Joe Gacy. Mr. Gacy was simply intrigued by Trent Seven, but the fascination is a one-way street. It is not hard to imagine why people are captivated by The Moustache That Rides. Yet everything is addressed, and the journey continues. The journey will never stop, until a kingdom is carved in the realm of UWF. For He demands a kingdom, and a kingdom I shall deliver.

The camera fades to black as we moves to the next segment.




We go to the ring, and we see the ring is decorated for the celebration. In the ring is Sin Cara and he is waving his hands in the air, and Dan Lambert has a microphone.



Dam Lambert: Ladies and Gentlemen… Sin Cara and I would like to welcome you to the coronation of the new Primetime Medal holder. You see, this medal is one of the things that I felt when we first stepped through these doors that would make my client better. The fact you have to have the mind to defend this prestigious honor 5 times before becoming a champion makes you hungrier. I also have a man whose the most hungriest in this darn company. He is not afraid to go to war. He is not afraid to battle those who are better than him. He is your new Primetime medal holder. The ‘The Notorious 187’ Homicide!!!!





We hear the gunshots reign and then all of a sudden Homicide by LL Cool J hits over the PA System. Out comes Homicide with the Primetime Medal around his neck. Homicide makes his way down the ramp, and he raises his arms as pyro goes off in the background. Homicide walks into the ring, and Sin Cara starts to hug him and Homicide shrugs him off. Homicide walks over to Dan and gives him a hug and the music fades out as Dan Lambert continues to speak

Dan Lambert: Ladies and gentlemen when Homicide came to me earlier this year and he said he wanted to become a world champion in pro wrestling I looked at this man crazy. I was wondering why he would come to me. He knew how much a fan I was, and he knew how much this meant to him. You see Homicide I think a Medal isn’t just enough for you. I think what you’re doing is the most baddest thing here in the UWF. Not a lot of men want to defend something 5 times to earn a shot. Many expect to get everything handed to them, but not you Homicide. Homicide you are a BMF, and that is why I wanted to award you with this.

Dan Lambert is handed a belt bag and than it is unveiled to be a belt with the words BMF on it.

Dan Lambert: You Homicide have shown to me your a Bad Mother Flubber… Look guys we can’t curse on TV. But Homicide you are the BMF of this company and thus as long as your the primetime medal champion you’re also the BMF champion.

The fans cheer as Homicide gets the belt and he raises it up high in the air and he gets the microphone

Homicide: Braapppp brapppp hey looks it’s awesome to once again call myself a champion here in professional wrestling. It wasn’t the easy road but I wouldn’t have it any other way. This medal, and belt they mean a lot to me. They signify that my sacrifice and all the gameplanning I am doing will be worth it in the end. So that’s why I can’t wait to get these five title defenses and than go on and show everyone why I should be the UWF Intercontinental Champion. So anyone who wants this medal around my neck, and wants to be considered the baddest here in the UWF. Come up and step up. I ain’t here to fight with those who don’t want it. I want those who do want it and do want to become a champion just like me.

Homicide puts the microphone to the side and all of a sudden he's blindsided from behind by none other than Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins! Sin Cara gets taken out with a Superman Punch and Dan Lambert is quick to get out of the ring. The two men stomp down on Homicide and Rollins grabs the mdeal around his neck and goes to choke him out with it! It looks like he's trying to rip his head off but the strap rips and it falls to the side. Seth instructs Roman to hold him and he does. Rollins backs away before giving him a Curb Somp! Homicide lays flat on the mat, head tilted to the side as he lays staring at his Prime Time Medal. Rollin's boot comes into frame and stomps on it. The camera pans up to see Roman and Seth standing tall as Revolution rolls on.






The scene opens with Cody Rhodes staring at the wall while he is wearing a hoodie and he begins to speak.



Well, tonight is the night. I already lost my first match to Dean Ambrose. I have put on a great fight. But it wasn't enough to defeat my former rival. Now I get to face the insanely talented Sami Zayn. This guy sure likes to talk crap and complains. I can see why Dean has a huge problem with him. We all know why he lost his match. But hey, I will prove to him that he is nothing but a hypocrite. We all know he doesn't get a title shot for the UWF Championship. As for me, it is different. I have just returned from my long retirement. I admit things have changed. But my plans will always be the same. No matter what anybody says about me. They don't know me. They may see me as Dusty's little boy. But I will give them all a huge reality check and show them why they called me the Nightmare.

Sami Zayn, As much as I respect your confidence and that you are truly talented. Don't get me wrong, it is good. But I don't think it is enough to beat someone like me who is already a Hall Of Famer in UWF. Even if you do defeat me. it probably won't be fair and square. As you see Sami, you are just going to get a little dose of what happens when you step in the ring with me. I may be rusty and all. But that won't stop me from giving you the best fight of your life in this ring. You see I have trained my ass off every single day to make a huge comeback. You and everyone are destined to be surprised at what I have in store for UWF. And I can promise you all that I am full of surprises that you all won't see it coming.

As for championships, gold is concerned. I can promise you all that I am looking forward to teaching Sami a huge lesson in respect and the proper art of wrestling. I am also going to show him and everyone else that I am putting my whole body on the line to win. I am fighting for my wife, family, friends, and these wonderful fans. So yeah Sami, you better shut that huge mouth of yours or else I will have no problem doing it for you. Tonight I will give you nightmares and you will be in for a huge fright of your life.

Tonight, you will see the man who trained all his amazing students at his Nightmare Factory and show you how it is truly done to be a bonafide UWF Hall of Famer. There isn't anything you can do to beat me. No matter how many tricks you have up your life Zayn. I can promise you it won't be enough to put me away. I will keep on fighting until my heart stops. I will keep on going and make sure you regret disrespecting me and the other legends in UWF. It is your time to pay your dues because your nightmare begins now and it is time to make your dreams disappear up in smoke. Sami, You will only hear and one that will steal the spotlight here on Revolution. I honestly can promise you that it won't be you. It will only be one name that is none other than American Nightmare Cody Rhodes!!!

The scene fades and ends with Cody have a smirk on his face.








Psycho Killer by Talking Heads hits the arena as Trent Seven walks out of the curtain. He stand on the stage for a bit before performing his signature mustache taunt.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Wolverhampton, England, weighing 216 pounds, TRENT SEVEN!

Trent jeers at the audience ringside as the boos flood in. He rolls inside the ring and lays on the center for a while, before going to and standing on one of the turnbuckles, staring down the stage, waiting for his opponent to come out.

Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...



Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.

Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!



Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.


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DING DING DING


Seven stands across the ring from the Intercontinental Champion and cracks his knuckles, preparing for a fight. Danhausen isn't intimidated by this but he doesn't rush in either, that calm calculated nature having helped him win the Intercontinental Championship. Seven however isn't the type to just sit by a wait. He walks right up to Danhausen, ready to go but the Evil One puts his hand up, telling him to stop. Whether following directions or just sheer confusion, Trent stops and stares as Danhausen slowly raises his index fingers at him, looking to curse him. Seven ends up grabbing his fingers however and bending them backwards. Danhausen is yelling out "Ow!" but Trent is in full control, furthering that by just headbutting Danhausen right in the face! The champ goes down to his knees and Seven gives him a knee to the side of the head!


Corey Graves: Now I could get used to watching this every week.

Tom Phillips: The Champhausen is on the ropes but I wouldn't expect to see him like that for long Corey.

Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen did dethrone Tomasso Ciampa so he's always a threat. Seven needs to stay on him if he hopes to come away with a win this week.


Danhausen crawls over to the ropes to get away but Seven has followed him over and places his head over the middle rope. He proceeds to take his knee behind his head and choke him out until the ref makes a count of 4. Trent backs away but comes right back over to grab Danhausen by his head and pull him up to his feet. He gives him a European Uppercut that knocks him right back on his ass. Seven just looks at the crowd and points at Danhausen looking flabbergasted. How the hell did this guy become Intercontinental Champion? He goes to continue on the attack but Danhausen trips him up with a Drop Toe Hold. Seven hits his face hard on the mat and Danhausen quickly rolls him up with a La Magistral!



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But NO! Trent Seven kicks out just in time! He looks to the ref with a crazed look in his eye, making sure he kicked out in time. Danhausen comes over to kick him in the side of the head though and brings him up to his feet. He places Seven on his shoulders, looking for his version of the GTS but Trent grabs at his eyes and claws them and falls behind him, shoving him forward into the ropes. Danhausen hangs on and rubs his eyes, trying to regain his vision. Seven runs after him but Danhausen has enough wherewithal to duck and send him over with a Back Body Drop to the floor below!

The Intercontinental Champion goes through the ropes onto the apron and waits as Seven gets to his feet. He starts singing Tequila by The Champs and times his kicks to the beat of the song. Seven is eating the kicks straight up before he hits the last line, coming in for the last kick but Trent catches the boot and yanks him off the apron, the back of his head hitting the side of the ring hard! Seven is pleased with himself but he picks up Danhausen right away and tosses him back into the ring. He slides in after him and grabs him from behind, taking his head and hitting a Running Bulldog! Danhausen eats the mat and flips over instinctively but Seven gets back to his feet and follows up with a Senton! He flips over and makes the pin!



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Danhausen kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Imagine beating the Intercontinental Champion in your second ever match.

Corey Graves: I don't have to imagine it Mauro, I'm about to live it!


Seven picks up Danhausen and shoves his head between his legs. He lifts him up into a Powerbomb but the Intercontinental Champion starts fighting back, raining down punches to the top of his head. Seven starts wobbling around, unable to keep him up. Danhausen flips back and Hurrincanrana's Seven. Trent manages to roll through up to his feet but he's a little woozy, his vision spinning. Danhausen grabs him at the waist and flips him over into a Northern Lights Suplex! He doesn't keep the bridge, instead crawling over to his corner where the jar of teeth is at. He grabs it and comes back over, opening it and pouring the contents of it down Seven's gullet! He backs up before clobbering him with a massive Big Boot and teeth go flying everywhere! He follows up with a pin!



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Seven kicks out! Danhausen grabs his head and pulls him back up, ready to put this match away. He's got him set up for the Goodnighthausen but Seven pushes him away and manages to knock over the referee! Danhausen turns around to try and help him up, how nice. Seven however comes up behind him and delivers a Low Blow! The minions of Danhausen recede upwards and Seven reaches around him to take his arm and spin him out for the Ripcord Lariat he calls the Seven Star Lariat! The champ is turns inside out from the impact and Seven goes for the cover.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Trent Seven!




Corey Graves: Trent Seven just defeated the Intercontinental Champion!

Tom Phillips: Yeah with a little bending of the rules.

Corey Graves: If the ref didn't see it, it doesn't matter. What does matter is Trent Seven just picked up a huge win.


Seven gets his hand raised. He looks over to the IC title and motions for it around his waist while the show rolls on.



You know the deal by now. Revolution graphic, then we cut backstage. The camera shows the door to Sami Zayn's locker room, then pans a full 180 to show Dean Ambrose chilling in a chair out front, a bottle of jack in one hand and a smoke in the other.



DEAN AMBROSE
You know the deal, Sami! I can wait here all night for you, brother. So why don't you just get your hairy ass out here so I can kick it, buddy? I'm sick and tired of your sneaking around, jumping people from behind, suing their asses in the courts when you lose. Your shenanigans were tired when I first showed up and they've only gotten more so since. I was brought in here to take out the trash, and the way I see it, that puts you right in my crosshairs, pal! Get. The Fuck. Out here!

Security come by. A backstage official tries to urge Ambrose to make his way to his own locker room and get ready for his match later tonight.

All due respect to Eddie, he's my brother, but fuck Eddie Kingston tonight, man. There's only one man whose face I want to break, and he's right behind that fucking door!

Pointing to Sami's locker room door for emphasis, obviously.

Until I get my hands around his greasy little neck, I'm on strike! Ya hear me, Ethan?




Tony Chimel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…







Hurtful Love begins to play throughout the arena as bright blue lights shine through and out through the curtain arrives Joe Gacy with Dexter Lumis following behind him. Gacy waves at the crowd as Lumis adjust his gloved hand before Gacy puts his hands in the steeple position in front of him and smiles wide walking down the ramp. The smile never leaves his face as he walks down the ramp as his buzz words of “Inclusivity” and “Tolerance” are plastered all around the graphics.



Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentleman…Joe Gacy and Dexter Lumis



Gacy walks up the steel steps as Lumis wanders around the ring and stands at one side of it, Gacy stands in the middle of the ring and lifts his hand up with two fingers up showing the peace sign to the world as he holds that post for a moment before his fingers come down and he forms a fist bringing his hand down and turning around.



Tony Chimel: Already in the ring their opponents, representing The Guild, Goldust and The Miz.





VS





As the bell rings, Gacy and Lumis are talking in their corner. Well Gacy is talking and Lumis is remaining stoic as usual. Gacy has his usual creepy smile on his face as he explains the plan to Lumis. Patting Lumis on the shoulder, Lumis gets on the apron and Gacy turns to Goldust, starting off for the Guild. Gacy would meet Goldust in the middle and instead of going for an attack, Gacy would drop to his knees, offering himself up as a sacrifice. Goldust would look over confused at The Miz who would shrug, the pair not sure what was happening.



Mauro Ranallo: Well folks, this isn’t the usual start to a match, Joe Gacy has seemingly offered himself up here to Goldust and The Miz.



Tom Phillips: Gacy is a demented man and he always has something going on in that dark mind of his but this is strange even for him and Lumis is looking on at it.



Corey Graves: I hate to say I agree with you Phillips but for once you seem to be on the money. Gacy is either planning something big or he has truly lost it.



After waiting for what feels like a minute but is just a couple seconds, Goldust gets annoyed and strikes Gacy with a right hand before running back into his corner. Expecting Gacy to reacts, Goldust looks back to see the younger man still with that maniacal grin on his face, still with his arms stretched out in a christ like pose. Goldust charges, drops to the mat and hits an uppercut on Gacy which knocks the younger man down. Walking back over to his corner, Goldust tags in Miz, The A-Lister comes in and the pair walk over to Gacy with caution. The pair drop him with a double snap DDT. The referee gets Goldust out of the ring.



Mauro Ranallo: Gacy still not reacting to any of the offense being dished out to him. The mind of Gacy as usual is a dark place and he’s weaving his plan like a spider weaves a web.



Tom Phillips: I don’t know Mauro, most plans would have sprung into action by now and Gacy seems to be running out of time.



Corey Graves: He’ll be up to something, i’m sure he is.



Back in the ring, Miz is looking down at Gacy, shouting for him to get up and fight back. Rolling Gacy over, Miz see’s he still has that smile on his face, as maniacal as ever. Looking over at Lumis who hasn’t moved the whole time, Miz beckons for him to do something but Lumis still just stands there. Picking Gacy up onto his knees, Miz hits him with the It Kicks but the whole time Gacy just smiles. Having had enough, Miz picks up Gacy and hits the Skull Crushing Finale on him, Miz rolls him over into a pin.



1…2…3….



Tony Chimel: The winners of this match- The Miz and Goldust, The Guild.











Miz and Goldust get their arms raised as the duo look at Lumis and Gacy, both still confused. Gacy has rolled out to Lumis and looking at the pair, still smiling. Lumis and Gacy make their way back up the ramp as we focus once more on the confused faces of Miz and Goldust.




After coming back from a break we would see Ciampa and Wardlow resting on a few equipment boxes backstage. Ciampa would be undoing his wrist tape.







Ciampa: A week ago I stood in that ring and threw the gauntlet down, begging for someone to pick it up and challenge me but no one did, no one worth my time at least.



Having unwrapped his first wrist, Ciampa would move onto the second.


Ciampa: The only people brave or in their case, stupid, enough to challenge me was two washed up former world champions but they didn't want it one on one, nah they thought they'd use that one brain cell they shared and ask for a tag match well…..



Pointing a thumb at Wardlow, Ciampa would smirk.



Ciampa: My partner was a lot better than yours Steve. Maybe next time get a wrestler instead of a rapper, might do you better. I will praise those two, no matter how dumb both of them are, at least they had the balls to pick up a challenge placed at their feet.







Shaking his head, Ciampa would continue.



Ciampa: The thing is; I know there's competition out there, great competition. I faced a lot of it as Intercontinental Champion but that chapter is over and my new one is beginning.



Finishing his second wrist tape, Ciampa would sigh.



Ciampa: I don't know, maybe I expected better from a roster with so many people calling themselves "Best in the world". You see, that's a title that needs to be earned and I think I've come damn close to earning it. There isn't anyone else in this company who does what I do and does it as well as I do.







Running a hand over his bald head, Ciampa would continue.



Ciampa: I know a lot of people think I'm all talk, hell I hear them, I hear what Tom Phillips says every week about me but if I'm all talk, then how was I champion for seven months. How have I gone on multiprocessor unpinned streaks, I'm sure I've only been submitted once since coming back.



Looking at the floor again, Ciampa would look back up and stare directly at the camera. A look on his eyes that we've seen before.



Ciampa: There's plenty of evidence that I'm the best on this roster. Still there are those who doubt me. People say I'm scared to face Edge but Edge, you should be scared of me. We're both men with stuff to lose. We're both willing to go to extreme lengths for it. The difference is, I always get back up.



A smirk would cross Ciampa’s face.







Ciampa: You enjoy your little rendezvous with Shark Boy, Edge because once I decide to come after you, for the belt that I so wanted to take off Seth Rollins, I'm going to enjoy it. For now though, I have some unfinished business with one member of this roster in particular.



Danhausen, when you beat me at Summerslam that caused a lot of doubt. People thought a guy like you could beat me but let's face it, you got lucky man and you took my Goldie away from me.



Slamming a fist down on the box, creating a loud bang, Ciampa would continue.






Ciampa: Seven months of work ruined because you got lucky and I now have that stain on my record. So Danhausen, let's you and I run it back. No title on the line, I don't want her back. All that matters to me now is proving I can beat you.



All that matters is proving you're nothing but a damn fluke and you're just another glitch in the system. I look forward to it Danhausen and trust me, this time my hand is getting raised.



With that Ciampa would get up from the box and motion for Wardlow to follow, the camera still rolling as the pair move off screen.




The scenes of Revolution shift gears, almost literally, into a car's interior, as we are greeted by current UWF Champion Edge in the driver's seat, being flanked in the passenger seat by his wife, Beth Phoenix, sporting a fading black eye from her involvement at Summerslam. The two appear to be at the tail end of their journey, as there's no GPS cutting in to explain directions and the back of the car is filled. Their luggage as well as a bunch of marked boxes take up the entire trunk and even the back seat area, all marked "Championship Celebration Supplies" in black Sharpie. As the radio finishes playing "My Hero" by the Foo Fighters, it switches to a news update, which prompts Edge to silence the radio and fill the remainder of the journey in conversation with his wife.

Edge
You know, that shiner is fading faster than I thought it would. The things we do for love, right?

Beth Phoenix
Yeah, I don't think "catching your husband out of the air as he attempts to use his body as a projectile weapon against his enemies" is in the traditional definition of love. I don't think Patricia from the PTA board would do this for Frank, he'd probably just let him eat it and talk behind his back about how incompetent he is.

Edge
Well, I for one am glad you don't talk behind my back about how incompetent I am.

Beth Phoenix
And who said I don't?

Beth follows this up with a smile in Edge's direction, which he returns for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road. He shifts his hands on the steering wheel as he continues.

Edge
I'm just glad you're ok. Thank you again, by the way.

Beth Phoenix
For saving your dream? Your legacy? Or for just overall being the best thing ever in your life?

Edge
All of it, well, you're in a three way tie for first and don't even joke about what the other two are. And also for talking me into the plan to begin with. I didn't want to...you know...break the seal of my family getting involved because who knows what could happen down the line once you're all in play. But Ethan has been adamant about keeping my family safe as long as I myself play nice. But this does mean you're an "inactive manager on the UWF roster" and with everything that entails...

Edge is starting to go off on a worrisome tangent, which is stopped by Beth putting her hand on Edge's shoulder and cutting his words off.

Beth Phoenix
...and what that entails is that anyone who tries to step up to me will promptly be put down. I'm capable of holding my own, both inside and outside of the ring, regardless of who comes calling. I just couldn't let Seth's insults to me go unanswered, so I helped to make him eat his words. We're a team, no matter what.

Edge smiles once more as he makes a turn, it isn't too long after that turn that the duo is turning into their driveway and are greeted by a waiting Christian at the front steps to their house. Once Edge and Beth are out of the car, he walks up and gives each of them a hug and offers to grab items from the back. Edge and Beth sling their luggage over their shoulder while Beth goes to open the front door as Edge and Christian each load up on some boxes from the car for their celebration that evening.

Christian
Woah, EC3 really loaded you up with supplies for this celebration. He knows it's just for the five of us and not a full-scale family reunion, right? Cause the food has already been coming in, with the main courses set to arrive around when the girls will be finished their homework.

Edge
Well, the original plan was for there to be a crew here to film everything, from my daughter's seeing the belt for the first time, to the party itself, probably hoping to get some of those sweet monologues about being champion and all that jazz, but I was adamant that this will be a private celebration. But he already made accommodations for feeding the crew and making everything look grand...so more for us in the end.

Christian
Hell yeah! There's like, six total cakes so I'm defo gonna try and eat an entire one in one sitting. That's not even counting the massive wedding-style multi-tier cake they sent. They definitely were hoping to use that as a backdrop for like, one of those, "I'm better than you all. Cope. Seethe. Mald" promos.

Edge
Oh good, so my daughters are gonna be so sugared up that they won't go to bed on time, will they?

Christian
Nah, they each have really important days in school tomorrow, one's got like a standardized test to do and the other just kept saying "Club festival" and "poetry reading" under her breath a lot. She seemed super stressed about it, but she's nailed her presenting. It's this really cute poem about beaches, but I think the meaning went over my head. But it did help to wash my worries away, like it says.

The two have at this point dropped off the first set of boxes in the house and now Beth joins the duo to grab some more.

Christian
Oh by the way Beth, you looked great at Summerslam. We were shocked to see you show up, but it just made the entire night better. I'll save my actual congratulations for the actual party though.

As Christian says this, Beth and Edge both freeze, boxes in hand as Christian continues to walk his box in the house and drop it off, humming all the while. The couple look at each other, with expressions of both confusion and shock on their faces, as the implications are...

Christian
Are you two alright? Forget how to walk with how long you've been in the car today? I can handle the rest if you two need to...

Edge
Christian, who did you watch Summerslam with?

Christian
The girls, duh! They had been so good, finished all their chores and homework, even a little extra and kept begging me to watch the match. Every task I gave, they knocked out of the park so I let them stay up and watch Summerslam as a treat. They absolutely loved it! Though they were a little shocked at some of the things you did, which is weird cause you're always doing those things, but they were so happy you won! You should've seen their smiles...

As Christian continues to prattle on about letting his daughters watch him perform, Edge gets a ringing in his ears and his face becomes blank, as if he's staring into eternity and his soul has left his body. His daughters now know exactly who he is and there's no putting that genie back in the bottle. The audience gets to see the world through Edge's eyes as the screen starts to fill with white noise and a low ringing plays for a moment before Revolution continues forward with its next segment.




Eddie is in the ring pacing back and forth, waiting for his opponent to come out.



Dean Ambrose's new music hits and the fans are on their feet, awaiting the arrival of the former 6 time World Champion. A couple second pass and...nothing. His music dies down but nobody comes out.

Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm getting word that there's a commotion backstage.



The camera cuts to the backstage area where Dean Ambrose is laid out. Officials are chekcing on him but Sami Zayn is yelling at him with La Luchadora and El Generico at his side with chairs in their hands.

Sami Zayn: Is this what you wanted? Well here I am Ambrose! C'mon and fight me!

Zayn kicks Ambrose in the ribs. It's clear there was damage done before the cameras caught up. Zayn picks up Ambrose and walks him over to gorilla. The camera cuts back to the arena with Eddie watching with a confused look on his face. Out comes Ambrose and Zayn and Sami throws him down the ramp. The UWF legend rolls all the way down and Zayn instructs Generico and Luchadora to throw him to the wolf. They pick him up and toss him into the ring before backing up.

The ref checks on him and goes to call off the match but Ambrose stops him and refuses to just give in. The ref talks with him a bit but he swears he's good to go. The ref reluctantly calls for the bell.


VS


DING DING DING


With the bell sounding, both men come face-to-face in the center of the ring…but nobody makes a move otherwise. It seems as though Kingston and Ambrose are exchanging words first and foremost, Eddie showing clear concern for his opponent.

Corey Graves: ”Eddie, what are you doing?! Just pummel him and take the free trip to the pay window!”

Tom Phillips: ”After that heinous attack on Ambrose, I don’t think anyone would be willing to face off with him! This just isn’t right!”

Corey Graves: ”It’s not about what’s right, Tom! It’s about getting a win! That’s what matters about this business, Tom, getting the win and getting closer to becoming a champion! And right now, Eddie Kingston is throwing that opportunity away!”

Despite Corey’s insistence, Eddie still refuses to fight, being just too honorable for it…but honor clearly means nothing to Ambrose, as he steps forward to Eddie Kingston and slaps him clean across the face!

With such a shot resonating across the arena, all honor is tossed out the window, especially given how Dean launches himself into a flurry of forearms, getting a free opportunity to pummel the fresh Mad King across the face repeatedly, forcing him up against the ropes. Breathing heavily, Dean only relents as the referee pulls him off of his opponent, but now…now Eddie smells blood in the water, and is seeing nothing but red. He rushes forward and shoots for a double leg, taking him down quite easily due to the previous damage dealt, before starting to rain down rights and lefts. Closed fists, too, which forces the referee to try and break the two up, but Ambrose counters the mount and begins raining down strikes of his own.

Mauro Ranallo: ”These two are absolutely tearing each other apart! Look at these brutal strikes!”

Corey Graves: ”There we go! That is a lot more like it!”

With the two now forcibly separated by the referee, they each stagger to their feet - Ambrose clearly moving at a slower pace than Eddie, but still fast enough to nullify any advantage Eddie could have. From there, he charges in, looking for another big strike, but Eddie ducks the forearm attempt, hooks his arms around the waist of Ambrose, and tries going for a devastating Saito Suplex! Dean manages to catch Eddie with an elbow to the side of the head, though, and then another, and another! Slowly but surely, he forces Kingston to release his grip…but a moment’s hesitation from Ambrose is all that is needed, as Kingston spikes him down with the Saito anyways, before moving in for the cover!

...ONE!

...TWO!

...THRE-NO!

Dean kicks out! It is at the count of 2.9, but Dean manages to kick out! Eddie, sitting next to Dean, takes a moment to catch his breath, not truly winded but just feeling enough effects from the previous onslaught to need a moment. This moment, however, is swiftly interrupted by Ambrose, as he hooks Eddie’s arms and rolls backwards into a crucifix pin!

...ONE!

...TWO!

...NO!

Eddie barely scrambles his way to a kick out, causing Dean to subsequently rush to his feet. With Kingston following suit, a kick to the midsection allows for Dean to hook the arms for an attempted No-Hitter, but the strength just isn’t there! Kingston breaks the butterfly hold, spins himself out…and keeps on spinning, until he meets Ambrose with a Spinning Backfist! With Ambrose nearly out on his feet, Eddie runs off the opposite side of the ropes…and bounces off with the Sliding D, knocking Dean to the mat! He shoots the half, hooking the legs!

.....ONE!

.....TWO!

.....THREE!

DING DING DING



Tony Chimel: ”Here is your winner, Eddie Kingston!”

With Ambrose still laid out on the mat, Eddie keeps his celebration short and sweet - he gets his arm raised by the referee, he gives a short nod of respect to his fallen foe/friend, and takes his leave as Revolution rolls on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.

Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kyle O'Reilly.

The returning Diabetic Dragon walks into the shot looking damp as all hell. Moist. Soaken. He's sporting an intense, hyper-focused expression and he's breathing heavy. Like maybe he was just working out or like maybe he just fist fought a tiger or something. Renee inches a way just a little as she launches into the interview.

Young: Uh... hey. Welcome back, Kyle. Looks like you've been working out, huh? Working up a sweat in preparation for tonight's main event?



Kyle follows Renee's eye line to the sopping stain on his shirt. He knows what she's thinking, and with that comes the levity. O'Reilly chuckles a little as he explains.

KO'R: Oh that? Haha. That's not sweat. Mostly.

A few second of silent, void of any elaboration or follow-up questions. Consummate pro that she is, Renee pivots and moves on.

Young: So why now? What inspired this return to action as a singles competitor?

KO'R: Well we did that match few months ago and we beat up Sami Zayn and stupid friends so bad that I felt like maybe I could come back and do this full time again. Plus Granna O'Reilly started dating again recently and I thought hey, if she can put herself out there, why can't I?

Young: And where's Larry Sweeney at in all of this? You two have been inseparable over the years.

KO'R: Yep.

Kyle nods confidently. Renee waits. Kyle doesn't explain further, even as Renee waits longer.

And longer.

And longer still.

So with a shrug, she just moves along.



Young: Okay... well... tonight you're taking on the UWF Television Champion Trevor Lee in the main event. Do you feel a lot of pressure getting tossed into the deep end or do you welcome a big challenge to kick off this latest run?

KO'R: Oh I'm gonna beat this guy to a pulp. Yeah. Like... real bad. He sucks. With some guys, you can just tell, ya know? It's not just his stupid accent or his gross chest hair or his funny hate or his big dumb bodyguard or his yellow-bellied, skid-mark stained coward soul. It's all of it. The total package. Trevor Lee is the type of dude who knows a bunch of wrestling moves but doesn't know jack spit about what it means to be a actual wrestler. To be a fighter.

But me? As a gay-married man with the disease of diabetes, Renee, honestly, every single day is a fight to survive for me. And I like that. Heck, I love it. It keeps my senses sharp. Like a coyote in the wild who never knows who or what he's gonna have to kill for his next meal.

Trevor Lee lives all cushy in his Kentucky Mayor's castle. He's going soft, cheating to beat up Aussie jobbers. When he steps in there with the Human Swiss Army Knife, he's not gonna have a gosh dang clue what hit him, cause he's never been in the ring with someone who has shaken hands with death on their very own wedding night. There's levels to this. He's the first, and I'm a Boss Fight, straight up. Two-time Champ. Wargames, TCLC, H-e-double hockey sticks in a cell - I've done it all. So nah, I'm not feeling any special kinda pressure. It's all on Trevor Lee to step up or get mowed down. He's been too scaredy cat to put his belt on the line, but I might just take it home with me anyway after I cream this corny clown.

Young; Wow. That's some tough talk, Kyle. We look forward to seeing you back in action later on tonight!

KO'R: Yeah one more thing. I think it's actually insane that there's no grilled cheese sandwiches in catering. So whoever's in charge of that, if you could just fix that for next week, that would be great. Thanks.

On that note, Kyle heads down the hall while Renee signs off. Revolutions rolls on!






Tony Chimel: From Atlanta, Georgia, Making their way to the ring, the American Nightmare, Cody Rhodes!

The pyro goes off as the American Nightmare comes out to a huge ovation from the roaring crowd and he has a huge smile on his face. Seeming all too excited to be performing in front of a crowd once again, Cody makes his way down to the ring, posing all the while for the fans, before finally stepping between those ropes and putting on a game face for the upcoming match.



The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.



Chimel: Next, from Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!

Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.



DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Cody immediately goes on the offensive as he starts peppering Sami with right hands to the face. Cody suddenly stops but only for a split second as he throws an underhanded left to the stomach, causing Sami to hunch over as Rhodes drops to his knees and delivers an Uppercut that sends Zayn staggering into the ropes. As Sami comes off the ropes, Cody nearly takes his head off with a Clothesline, dropping a knee into the abdomen of his opponent soon after and keeping it there as he takes a modified mount and starts throwing punches again. Sami slips one of his own in as he connects with the sternum of the youngest Rhodes, causing him to back off as Sami gets up and connects with a Dropkick that sends Cody into the ropes.

As Cody stands there draped on the ropes, Sami blasts him with a Helluva Kick as he goes over the ropes and crashes and burns on the outside floor. Zayn heads to the turnbuckle now and climbs to the top, leaping off and knocking Rhodes back down just as he’s getting to his feet. As both men return to a vertical base, Sami pivots and drives the side of his knee into the abdomen of Cody before hooking his arm around his neck, bringing Cody around his side as Rhodes lands in a seated position in front of Zayn. Sami kicks him in the spine a few times then backs up a few steps before running forward, going over Cody’s head as he reaches back mid-air and hits a form of Cutter as the head of Rhodes hits the floor before he falls back.

Sami gets up and walks around Cody, grabbing him and bringing him back up as he rolls him into the ring and slides in after him. Sami grabs Cody around the neck and brings him up, the fans booing as they see the Forever Champion fixing to use his opponent’s own finisher against him. Rhodes slips out as Sami is showboating though and pivots around as he gets to a vertical base, connecting with a Discus Punch that leaves Zayn staggering back into the turnbuckle. Rhodes starts stomping Zayn over and over as he gradually slinks down with the impact of each that connects, then Cody backs off to stand Sami back up and connects with a Bionic Elbow.

Tom Phillips: Shades of the, “American Dream”!

As Zayn falls downward, Cody puts his head between his legs and pivots away from the turnbuckle, lifting Sami upside down and planting him with a Piledriver. Sami lands awkwardly and pops up after impact as he staggers towards the center of the ring. Cody charges at Sami and as Sami sidesteps, he blasts his opponent with a Helluva Kick as Cody staggers into the ropes again. As he comes off the ropes, Sami kicks him in the stomach and places his head between his legs, hoisting him up and planting him with a Blue Thunder Bomb! Sami goes for the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THR…NO!

Rhodes gets the shoulder up. Sami creates some distance between them and as Cody stands up, he blasts him with another Helluva Kick, this time laying him out on the mat. Sami goes for the cover again.

ONE!


TWO!


THR…NO!

Rhodes gets the shoulder up again and Sami can’t believe it as he creates some distance between them again. This time, Sami kicks Cody in the stomach and sets him up for the Cross Rhodes then connects with it to boos. This time, Sami puts his feet on the ropes out of the referee’s view.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sami Zayn!



Tom Phillips: That slimy son of a bitch!

Mauro Ranallo: He didn’t need the ropes after putting Cody through all that!

Corey Graves: But he used them and you both need to deal with it!

Sami celebrates his victory as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens up on Batista on the red carpet of a premiere event.



”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: That’s right, I’m actually taking time out of my busy movie schedule to address you so I want you to listen and listen good, Eddie. It’s time for you to shut the fuck up, plain and simple. I have told you time and time again that we’re in different leagues as men and that you just don’t stack up and I’ve proved that same thing time and time again and you still want more. Well for once in your life stop being so thirsty for the wrong type of attention, so hungry for a fight you can’t win, and such a glutton for punishment. Because the way I see it? We’re through. There’s nothing left to say or do because I’ve said all there is to say and I’ve done all there is to do. I’m not addressing you again after this so suck it up, lick your wounds, and find someone else on the roster to bother, bitch.

Batista walks offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.






A lone synthethetic violion whispers through the air like a pretodactyl screech. Soon, a breakbeat ripples beneath. Strobe lights illuminate the entrance way. When the riff kicks in, it heralds the arrival of the Diabetic Dragon. Kyle O'Reilly storms out on to the ramp, fists and jaw clenched, looking like the quiet kid on a bad day. He does some shadow boxing at the head of the ramp while Tony announces his stats.

Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... Kyle O'Reilly!

Our beloved Canuck's pace is in lock-step with the propulsive groove en route to the squared circle. The fans in the arena born on the good side of 9/11 know the words and can't help but sing along when the chorus drops. Feeding off that energy, Kyle is spiritually compelled to shred some air guitar as he steps through the ropes to compete. He rocks the heck out with the UWF Universe before getting ready to friggin fight.



When the southern alt. rock hit "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" starts playing throughout the arena, the fans' excitement is turned into scorn as out struts the man best known either as the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky or as the current UWF Television Champion, one mister Trevor Lee. Stepping in time with his brand spankin' new theme song, Trevor Lee is given a showcase of the "respect" that the fans have for him, as a cacophony of jeers rain down upon the champ, with them quickly amplifying as Lee stands at the top of the entrance ramp, giving a double finger point to the gorilla position right as "The Butcher" Andy Williams comes to join him.

Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Butcher" Andy Williams...weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the current UWF Television Champion, and would like to ask everyone in attendance to go vote for his re-election as mayor of his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky...Trevor Lee!

As Lee makes his way down the ramp, he has that sinister, serpent's grin put on full display as he looks out around at the gathered crowd, pamphlets focusing on his re-election in one hand, while the other clutches on oh so tightly to his precious "Harlan Gold". Offering out the pamphlets like candy, Lee doesn't bat an eye as a majority of the fans either toss them on the ground or rip them up, as his focus remains on simply basking in his own entrance.

Once at ringside, Lee opts to take the long road, striding to the hardcam side with that damned devilish grin on his face, Andy following closely behind to prevent any ambushes like a good bodyguard does. Hopping up knees-first onto the ring apron, mister Trevor Lee once again stops to look out to the crowd, using his newly-freed hand to clutch onto the ropes while keeping a firm grip on the WUF TV Title with the other, before then perking up to his feet. Finding his footing, Lee would point two fingers up to the sky, his eyes closed and a beaming smirk on his face, as he calls out how he's bringing both his in-ring and political game "TO THE MOON!"



With Trevor FINALLY in the ring, "The Butcher" Andy Williams would roll in afterwards, going right into his goose stepping taunt as he circles around his mayor, before standing right to the side of his boss/employer/friend(?), letting Lee take center stage once more as the two now await whomever Lee is facing off against...


VS


DING DING DING


Kyle is in the corner, shadow boxing, bobbing and weaving, doing that Kyle stuff... you know. The Mayor of Harlan comes out the corner acting very mayorly. He doesn't have a vest on to tug and straighten but two handfuls of chest hair work just as well. He walks to the center of the ring and extends his hands, telling Kyle "No hard feelings". No hard feelings? Eff that! Kyle does exactly what he said he was gonna do and just straight kicks Lee right in the liver! The Television Champion goes down holding his side and Kyle quickly jumps on him, hooking both legs in for a deep cover!



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But NO! Trevor Lee kicks out just in time! Kyle stands over Lee and starts giving him some downward palm strikes that he's for sure seen in a movie before. They seem to be effective until Lee catches one of his hands and brings it down next to his side, trapping it between his body and his armpit. Kyle and Lee are face to face for a moment but it almost seems like it could have been for hours. Time passes strangely when you look into the eyes of another. Lee however shoot his head forward to give him a Headbutt! Kyle staggers backwards holding his head and falls back onto his ass. Lee gets to his feet and shakes the cobwebs before running forward with a Soccer Kick to the chest! He makes the pin.



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O'Reilly kicks out right away! Trevor Lee jumps right on him and hammers away with punches to the face, absolutely wrecking that odd face of his.


Mauro Ranallo: The Mayor of Harlan is letting Kyle get up close and personal with those constituents of his.

Corey Graves: Good, maybe Kyle will actually start taking things a bit more seriously around here.

Tom Phillips: He seemed pretty serious about fighting Trevor Lee in the lead up to this match.

Corey Graves: Well maybe he'd be doing better if he watched less Cobra Kai and instead spent time in the actual dojo.


Lee backs up after the ref gets on him for the closed fists. What an honorable man. Kyle crawls over to the corner and rests laying against the bottom turnbuckle. Lee comes running over and goes for a Basement Dropkick but O'Reilly moves out of the way just in time! Lee turns over to get up, placing one hand on the mat and the other on the middle rope but Kyle kicks the hand on the mat out from under him and he face plants on the mat. He turns to lie on his shoulder and holds his mouth but Kyle runs to the other side of the ring and comes back with a Basement Dropkick of his own to kick Lee out of the ring!

Lee lands on the outside with a hard thud while Kyle sits on the apron. He picks himself up and patiently waits while Lee gets to his feet. Trevor turns around only for Kyle to come running off the apron with the Harpoon Torpedo knee! Kyle pops up and punches the air, success! But oh no, Kyle starts feeling a bit woozy. He shakes it off but walks over to the ring skirt and lifts it up. He digs under and pulls out a pouch. He takes whatever is in it to reveal a glucose monitor. He quickly bites down on his finger to draw some blood and places a drop on the monitor. This take a little bit of time however and so he places it on the announce table. Trevor Lee has recovered however and he comes over and looks to take Kyle's head off but O'Reilly hits a dropkick to his knee as he's running at him and Lee rams his head into the announce table!


Corey Graves: Dammit, my water just spilled. Why did Kyle have to bring that thing over here?

Tom Phillips: He probably figured it'd be safe by us. How thoughtful.


The monitor almost falls onto the floor but Kyle reaches up and catches it. He check the monitor and yup, just as he thought, low blood sugar. He walks back under the ring and grabs a chocolate bar. He scarfs it down as best he can and then comes back over to Lee, chocolate still covering his face. He throws him into the ring and slides in after him. Lee is crawling on all fours and so Kyle goes up to him and gives him an Axe Kick to the back of the head following up with a Rolling Elbow for the Ax and Smash combo! He makes the pin!



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Trevor Lee kicks out! Kyle takes him by the hand and rags him over to a corner before he goes to the top rope. Lee hasn't moved and so O'Reilly jumps off with a Top Rope Knee Drop but Lee rolls out of the way! Kyle suffers major ouchies as his knee hits the mat awkwardly. He pops up and hobbles around before rubbing his knee. The Television Champion gets to his feet and sneaks up behind him and so when he turns around he eats a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! Kyle falls flat on his face but Lee walks over him and bends down, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He's able to Deadlift him up into a Gutwrench Suplex! He keeps the hands clasped together and rolls back up, bringing Kyle along with him to hit a second Gutwrench Suplex! He keeps the hands clasped again and stands back up but this time transitions it into the Small Package Driver into the pin!



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O'Reilly kicks out! The Television Champion brings Kyle up to his feet but stays behind him. He slips his arm around his head and grabs Kyle's arm and goes to slip the other though for some Political Aspirations but Kyle catches his left arm and stops him from reaching around his head. He's trying to wiggle free but Lee is standing firm. Kyle moves his hips forwards and then throws his dumpy back. It's less a gay panic maneuver and more a bump to the gut that knocks some wind out of Lee. He does it again to break himself free and Lee falls to a knee. Kyle runs forward to the ropes and comes back with a massive Flying European Uppercut that knocks Trevor Lee through the ropes! Kyle goes outside to continue the fight but The Butcher comes over and stands in front of him with his arms crossed.


Mauro Ranallo: Kyle better think twice if he still wants his spine in tact tomorrow.

Tom Phillips: The Butcher so far hasn't been a big factor in this match but that could all change right here.

Corey Graves: He hasn't been needed because Kyle O'Reilly isn't much of a threat if you ask me.

Mauro Ranallo: Wait, I thought you liked Kyle O'Reilly?

Corey Graves: Honestly it's hard to keep up. Who's to say.


Kyle tries to punk Butcher out by feigning throwing a punch at him but Butcher doesn't budge. Kyle does the head rush one too like that'll work but of course it doesn't. He instead walks around Butcher to pick up Lee but Trevor cuts him off with a punch to the gut followed by ramming him back first into the barricade! The Mayor of Harlan rolls back into the ring and gets the ref's attention by pretending to have an injury. Butcher meanwhile picks upo Kyle and delviers a Powerbomb on the apron! Kyle folds like a chair and falls to the floor but Andy Williams throws him right back into the ring. Trevor Lee is suddenly feeling better and crawls over to make the pin.



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Kyle kicks out! Trevor Lee sits him up and drives his knee into his back before grabbing his arms and pulling back on them. He's dealing more damage to the spin and it looks like Kyle's in trouble.


Mauro Ranallo: The Television Champion is just grinding down O'Reilly's spine, trying to break it in half it seems.

Corey Graves: It's a great strategy. Make him think twice before ever stepping to you again.

Tom Phillips: After that Powerbomb on the apron, Kyle could be done for but we've got to take a quick commercial break!







Kyle comes running off the ropes but runs right into the Collision Course into the pin!



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Kyle kicks out at 2!


Tom Phillips: O'Reilly got the shoulder up just in time!

Mauro Ranallo: In the break, it looked like the Diabetic Dragon was getting back into the match but you saw just how that turned out.


Trevor Lee drags Kyle over to the corner and exits onto the apron to climb to the top rope. He's getting himself situated on the top, readying for the Coup D'état but Lee looks around as the crowd begins to cheer as a singular spotlight amidst the crowd of people, The center of the whole arena’s attention, Leyton Buzzard, raises up his pointer finger towards Lee…and what happens from the man whose night has seen him slowly devolve into a paranoid wreck is about as expected. Instantaneously, Lee is calling towards Andy Williams at ringside to go get Leyton, not caring one bit whether his former TV Title challenger is actually acting as a threat or not. To the man who already has spent so much of the night searching the building to try and ensure that his paranoia was unjustified, this was the worst result imaginable, as in the mind of the TV Champ, this only justifies his earlier efforts.

Begrudgingly, Andy Williams complies, trudging off to head through the crowd to try and remove the “threat”, all while leaving mister Trevor Lee alone for the remainder of the match still at hand. Lee turns back to look down upon O'Reilly but Kyle is already up and gives him one hell of an uppercut palm strike to the chin! Lee is dazed as Kyle goes up to the top rope with him. He hooks both arms in a double underhook before flying off with a Super Butterfly Suplex! Kyle then quickly transition into the Vanilla Bar! Lee clasps his hands together to prevent it and so Kyle starts kicking his hands to break the grip. Trevor Lee manages to roll over onto his feet. He's able to use his strength to pick up Kyle who's hanging upside down still trying to break the arm free. Lee tries to kick him free but Kyle lets go and grabs onto his leg, tripping him up and rolling over to put him in an Ankle Lock!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Kyle is trying to break the ankle of Trevor Lee.

Corey Graves: Butcher come back! Forget about that loser in the crowd, you've got a mayor to protect!


Lee scrambles for the ropes and as much as Kyle tries to stand in place, his back is hurting and it causes him to not stand straight. He's hunched over giving Lee more leverage to get to the ropes faster and break the hold. Kyle's lets go of the hold and walks over to the ropes, grabbing his back. Lee rotates his ankle, making sure everything's good before coming back at Kyle, knowing he's hurt. He grabs Kyle with one hand but O'Reilly grabs his arm and gives him a Snake Bite! Lee backs away, more confused than hurt but shakes out his hand. Kyle kicks him in the gut and pulls him in, kicking off the ropes for a Tornado DDT! He holds onto the head and stands back up lifting him up to complete Halo 2! Lee is dropped right on his head and O'Reilly makes the pin.



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The Television Champion kicks out! Kyle is gets back to his feet and runs his thumb across his throat, calling for the end. He brings Lee up from behind and hooks both arms behind him in a Full Nelson. Lee however tries to bring his arms down, making it hard for O'Reilly to clasp his hands together. O'Reilly does his best to force it and it seems to work, Lee's arms slowly raising up. The ref moves in close, thinking this is maybe a submission but Lee grabs a hold of his shirt. The ref is trying to get free and Trevor kicks his leg back to get Kyle right in the balls! O'Reilly is hunched over and Lee catches him with an inside Cradle!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Television Champion, Trevor Lee!




Kyle rolls out of the ring holding his gonads while Lee Celebrates for a brief second. He quickly looks around the crowd to see where Buzzard is but doesn't see anything. He doesn't see Butcher either but he gets handed his title and is quick to exit the ring. He walks up the ramp with some speed, looking to his sides to make sure Buzzard isn't anywhere to be seen as the show moves on.




Revolution rolls forward as we return to the house of current UWF Champion, Edge. It's currently nighttime, as the only light in the scene comes from the kitchen lights, illuminating the strewn about streamers, the massive "CONGRATULATIONS" banner suspended from the ceiling and the remnants of a UWF Championship piñata on the table and ground. Both Edge and Christian are sitting at the table, each sipping a beer to unwind after a long day of celebrating. Even with his daughters' knowledge of how he claims his success, they both were so happy and proud and were begging to see more of his matches, especially against the "Sharkm'n" that led to his current opportunity.


Christian: See? Everything is fine! You're still their hero AND they've got interest in your legacy. Everything's coming up Aces! Umm, no offense to, you know...


Edge continues to give Christian the same silent treatment he's given him since the bombshell he dropped on him this morning. All throughout the set up and the party itself, Christian has essentially been playing charades with Edge, trying to guess what he needs to say to get his best friend back on speaking terms with him. Edge however, is mulling over exactly how mad he should be at Christian because, as he said, everything seems to be working out with his family. The silent treatment is more to keep him from blowing up at his friend.



BRRRRRRRRRNG!



Christian: Oooo, maybe that's the super, secret, surprise gift I ordered on Prime this morning. I'll go take care of it, you just keep relaxing, best buddy!



The camera follows Christian as he makes his way towards the door. The doorbell ringing more often with less silence between. Christian stops and looks through the peephole, as he would, and takes a step back.



Christian: Hey, is there anything that EC3 forgot to send us for the party? It's not my Amazon Prime package...



There's no answer forthcoming as Christian shrugs his shoulders and turns the handle to open the door. The camera shoots over Christian's shoulder to reveal none-other than UWF's chief Shellraiser Shark Boy standing outside





Shark Boy: Hey did someone order a can of bass whip?!



Shark Boy kicks Christian in the gut and drops him with a thunderous Chummer right on the door step. Christian flies backwards past the view of the kitchen creating a loud clatter. Everyone suddenly stands to attention and furniture begins to be moved. We go back to Shark Boy who walks through the front door and into Edge's abode with a point to prove. Shark Boy is muttering to himself as he makes his way down the hall, he makes a quick dig at Christian on the floor.



Shark Boy: Where the shell's yer boy?!



Shark Boy walks through another door into the kitchen and looks around and sees nobody in sight, suddenly however the door closes and from behind the door comes the UWF Champion Edge!. Edge launches into an attack on Shark Boy doubling him over into the kitchen counter. Edge goes to get at Shark Boy and rams him into his fridge-freezer. Shark Boy makes his way along to the sink as Edge tries to get at him but Shark Boy throws his leg back and catches Edge right between the legs. Edge drops to his knees in agony as Shark Boy rummages around the kitchen cupboards, first he finds a beer, downs it without even so much as a thanks before he grabs a baking tray from the sink and turns around before crumpling it over Edge's head!. Shark Boy wastes little time and jumps on top of Edge in the mount and begins to wail on him in the middle of his family kitchen. The camera pans to the outside where you can see the silhouette of the action going on inside the kitchen, passers by walk past which is when Beth leans out the window at the top bedroom window and yells for someone to call the cops! Back inside Shark Boy is continuing to wail on Edge until Edge reaches up and rakes his eyes. Edge then turns the tables and mounts Shark Boy. Edge rummages around the floor and comes up with a fork of all things!. Christian is barely coming to in the hallway as Edge tries to drive the fork into the eye of Shark Boy until Shark Boy fights him off. Both men rush to their feet when from nowhere comes Christian but Shark Boy sees it coming and dodges Christian who goes flying into a cupboard head first laying him out. The distraction is enough for however for Edge to take a frying pan and rattle it over the head of Shark Boy who falls flat out to the floor.



Edge stands tall over both men now fallen down in front of him and runs his hands through his hair before he helps Christian to his feet. Edge motions for Christian to go outside and wait on the cops. Edge then calms himself down a bit seeing Shark Boy laid out and small trickle of blood coming from under the mask. Edge now begins to make his way upstairs to make sure everyone is still asleep upstairs, the camera following behind him with each step but this is when the camera pans looking over Edge's shoulder behind him where Shark Boy much like a horror monster appears behind Edge as he's making his way upstairs. Shark Boy grabs Edge by the pants and hauls him backwards down the steps and Edge goes rolling backwards down the stairs and then out the front door onto the porch. Christian rushes over to check on his best friend to make sure he's okay. Christian goes inside after Shark Boy who is nowhere to be seen. Christian runs back outside, 'where the hell is he?' is the shouts from both him and Christian helps Edge back to his feet. Both men look around their immediate surroundings for a clue as to Shark Boy's whereabouts but as they do the camera pans out and shows Shark Boy out on the window ledge of the kitchen window. OVER HERE YA DUMB SUMFISHES-! Shark Boy launches himself off the window ledge onto both men knocking all three men down onto the front lawn of the UWF Champion. Edge lets his friend Christian take the brunt of the blow however and moves towards his car and opens the door perhaps to evade the onslaught of his title challenger.



Shark Boy is back to his feet however and runs at Edge who stands with the door open and runs right through Edge who takes the door with him!. Shark Boy and Edge roll around the driveway now as Edge's car's driver side door lays unattached from the main chassis. Edge gets up and pushes Shark Boy away but Shark Boy comes right back at him with a Lou Thesz Press straight onto the hood of the car which leaves a massive dent!. As Shark Boy wails on Edge again Christian comes out of nowhere with a BRICK?!. Christian goes to launch it right at Shark Boy but Shark Boy ducks and it goes straight through the windscreen missing both men. Edge slumps to the floor as Shark Boy turns Christian round and proceeds to kick him in the gut and hit him with a CHUMMER ON THE DAMN STREET!. Shark Boy then takes Christian and tosses him through the hole already made in Edge's windscreen. It's at this point the blue and red lights come flashing in from a distance. Edge gets up and sees the state of his car and goes ballistic and both he and Shark Boy get into another melee as the cops show up and immediately surround both men. They tackle Shark Boy and Edge to the ground both men still frothing at the mouth trying to get at each other as Shark Boy is put in cuffs and taken into the custody of the local police. THIS AIN'T OVER EDGE, NOT BY A LONG SHOT! Edge is foaming at the mouth being held back by the cops as he vows all sorts of unfathomable on Shark Boy.




END OF SHOW


CREDITS


Kingstn vs Ambrose - Leedles
Gacy & Lumis vs The Guild - Gunn
Rhodes vs Zayn - Dresden
Ciampa & Wardlow vs Austin & Cena - Fauche
O'Reilly vs Lee, Danhausen vs Seven - Danny

[Fauche]

Good show. Really like that Trent Seven promo - super interesting take on the character that stays true to the OG while adding an interesting side of mystery. Who's this "He" guy anyway? Also, Rollins out here ruining Homicide's PT Medal celebration almost nine years to the day after cashing in MITB on the guy. Some feuds are forever.

Highlight of the show gotta be this 2 part Edge drama, first with the crushing realization that his daughters have seen his dirty work, then with the best home invasion brawl maybe ever in UWF, bricks and glass and cops and all. Very violent. Very personal. Really upping the stakes for this big ol' rematch between these dudes, giving a super different / heavier feel than the usual championship celebration brawl.

Big thanks to Danny for writing a real entertaining match for Leedles and I. There's some funny stuff in there. Don't believe me? Read it yourself. You'll see. Also shout out to Leedles for doing a deep thread with me to kick things off with a new (old) character. Gotta a similar treatment with Dres when I brought Punk in, and it's a great way to get a feel for your guy and work out some kinks and figure stuff out a bit. Much appreciated, had lots of fun in that thread, and Trevor Lee is a great, nuanced character who's supes interesting to write with / against.

[naturalblondie]

Lovely stuffs between Trevor Lee and Kyle O'Reilly. I really enjoyed the TT thread and the match is also very entertaining. As for the "He" in my promo, all I can say is there is no ETA yet, but something is coming

[Dres]

Super late commenting on this show. I was going to Dose it along with the most recent episode of Revolution but the soonest I can do that is probably Wednesday and by then it’ll be about time for the next Revolution. Anyhoo, hoping to get the reviews back on track soon. Until then, great show with good matches and promos. I loved the commercial break bit, especially since it’s for Cobra Kai.