Post by Danny on Sept 22, 2022 17:27:10 GMT -6
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: Aftr last week's shocking ending to Revolution, we've confirmed that the scheduled matches taking place with both Edge and Shark Boy will still go on as scheduled.
Corey Graves: You know EC3 has a lot of pull with how he was able to get Shark Boy out from behind bars so quickly.
Tom Phillips: Both he and Edge have big time matches against Eddie Kingston and Trevor Lee respectively. Will they be able to focus on their matches?
Mauro Ranallo:And after last week's attack on Homicide, he's hoping for some revenge when he defends the Prime Time Medal against Roman Reigns.
Corey Graves: Plus despite a good effort, Kyle O'Reilly came up short against Trevor Lee in his return but now he looks to take things to Trent Seven who's been on a bit of a hot streak since his debut.
Tom Phillips: And Leyton Buzzard looks to regain some momentum against Stone Cold Steve Austin. All that and more on tonight's Revolution!
Eddie Kingston is already in the ring awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The cowbell begins to tap before the guitars come in to signal the arrival of UWF's resident 'Shellraiser'. Nazareth's 'Hair of The Dog' blasts over the PA system as Shark Boy wastes little time in marching out from behind the curtain full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off to everyone and anyone in his immediate path. The crowd at ringside reach at Shark Boy but he maintains his focus on the ring stomping his way down the ramp continuing to mouth off the entire way down the ramp towards ringside.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.
VS 
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Eddie shoves Shark Boy in the chest with both hands. Sharky takes a few steps back as a result, then looks down at his chest before looking back at Eddie, then shakes his head before shoving Eddie in the same fashion. Kingston takes a step back as a result, then steps forward and connects with a Headbutt that sends the number one contender into the ropes. As Sharky comes off the ropes, Eddie goes for a Spinning Backfist but Sharky ducks it and goes to the opposite ropes. As he does, he connects with a Lou Thesz Press and starts hammering away with punches. After a few, Shark Boy gets up and seems to be backing off but then drops an elbow and pivots so that he can throw more punches.
After a few, Shark Boy backs off again but as he does, Eddie pops him square in the nose, knocking him into a seated position. Eddie dives at him, taking him down with a sort of Flying Clothesline as he wraps his arm around Sharky after impact and applies a Sleeper Hold.
Tom Phillips: Nice transition there by Eddie Kingston.
Mauro Ranallo: The key is keeping the pressure on Shark Boy. The number one contender to the UWF Championship isn’t someone you want to let breathe and get on the wrong side of his offense.
Corey Graves: Overhyping per usual, Mauro. But at least you aren’t talking up that thug Eddie Kingston. Right, Miz?
The Miz: Right you are, Corey. Eddie Kingston is nothing more than a sentient potato.
Goldust: And after what Batista said earlier, you can’t possibly think his head is all the way in this contest.
In the ring, Kingston is on his feet with the hold still applied but Shark Boy manages to slip downward out of it as he rolls forward to create some distance and pops back up to a vertical base. Kingston and Sharky charge each other as Sharky goes for another Lou Thesz Press but Kingston catches him and reverses into a Buckle Bomb as Shark Boy comes staggering out of the corner. Eddie levels him with a Spinning Backfist now and Sharky goes down. Eddie makes the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Shark Boy kicks out! Eddie sits him up and calls for the end. He moves in for the American D to the back of the head but Shark Boy has is scouted and rolls out of the way just in time! Eddie turns around but eats a Dropkick to the mush! Kingston is knocked back into the corner where Shark Boy goes over and steps over him to the middle rope. He lifts the fist up high and starts raining down punches to the brawler, the crowd counting along with them
Corey Graves: Always good to remind ourselves that these fans can indeed count to 10.
Mauro Ranallo: Not so sure Kingston will be able to after this barrage.
Shark Boy hits the 9th one and raises his fist to the sky but Eddie reaches up and drops him with a Powerbomb! Eddie falls back into the corner, still dazed from those punches but he shakes it off and gets right back on the attack. He grabs Shark Boy and brings him to his side to deliver the Saito Suplex. Shark Boy lands high on his head and is looking all sorts of dazed as he crawls over to the corner. With the help of the ropes he pulls himself up but Eddie is there to deliver some lightening fast knife-edge chops that make Shark Boy go weak in the knees and cause him to fall to a sitting position. Eddie takes the sole of his boot and rubs it across the number one contender's face. He walks to the other side of the ring and comes running back with a Running Boot across the face! He drags Shark Boy away from the corner and makes the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Shark Boy kicks out! Kingston brings Shark Boy back up and stands behind him, hooking both arms to prepare for the Tiger Suplex. As he looks off past Shark Boy he can see Goldust stand up and The Miz starts yelling.
The Miz: Hey Eddie, why don’t you quit wasting your energy on Shark Boy though and come try that on us, huh?
Kingston starts towards the ropes but is suddenly spun around and kicked in the stomach as Shark Boy connects with a Chummer! Sharky goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Shark Boy!
Shark Boy celebrates his win before exiting the ring. Kingston looks at The Guild angrily as they shrug at him and mock cry. Revolution then heads elsewhere.
After a few moments, the cameras cut out to what seems to be the...parking lot of the arena? With no discernable subject, it seems as though it is just a technical error, a rarity for the rather elite production staff that the UWF has to offer. After a few moments, though, with the crew behind the camera searching the arena, they finally find their subject.
Trevor Lee: "I swear, I swear to ya', that man's gonna' pull on up in this 'ere parkin' lot at any moment!"
Darting to his feet at the sight of the camera crew, Lee tries his darndest to regain the composure he normally possesses...but it proves to be a rather difficult task, given the circumstances.
Trevor Lee: "W-Well howdy there, folks! Seems my lil' escapade 'ere got caught up on ya' television screens...uh, n-nothin' to worry 'bout 'ere, folks. I know, I know I know I know I know I know, I know this seems a bit weird, a bit creepy, even a bit...paranoid-"
As soon as that word escapes his lips, the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky is violently shaking his head in rapid succession, as if trying to fight against his own words. Whether the battle is one he is winning or not, he faces the camera once again.
Trevor Lee: "But, but but but but but, but that's just...t-that's just crazy talk right there, folks, an' I ain't sayin' that wit' any sorta' offense to those diagnosed wit' anythin', I am just sayin' that what I am doin' may seem like, to the average person, a bit alon' the lines o' someone who mighta' gotten their head dropped ever so gently onto a concrete floor one too many times, ya' understan' me? BUT I ain't like that. No siree, I ain't like that, nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah see what I'm doin' right 'ere is just...i-it's just a lil' tiny insignificant meaningless useless bit o' scoutin'! Y-Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah that's it, it's justa' bit o' scoutin' for my...for my opponent tonight, Edge!"
Even with his words, the way his eyes dart around the parking lot give a clear indicator that the entire truth isn't being revealed here...
Trevor Lee: "Ya' see, folks, I had heard from mista' Carter that my opponent hadn't quite yet arrived to the show, ya' hear? An' I, I, bein' the good ol' southern born-an'-bred gentleman that I am, I was just tryin' to look out for my opponent an' make sure that they got to this 'ere arena safely an' in a quick, timely manner. After all, what type o' champion would I be to walk on down to that there ring, sit down in one o' them steel chairs wit' Andy standin' at ringside as per usual, an' take a free count out victory against the man currently claimin' to be the U-Dubya-Eff World Heavyweight Champion? That's not somethin' that political figures like myself do, folks! It's cowardly, an' despicable, an' somethin' only those truly corrupt an' power-hungry an' self-absorbed an' vile an' callous an' disrespectful an' harsh an' connivin' an' schemin' an' treacherous an' downright CRUEL would do! Someone like that No GoOd SoRrY sOn Of A bIt-"
Finding his mask slipping off quite easily, thanks to his own mental state clearly loosening the band fastening it behind his ears and underneath his long, oily hair, Trevor Lee clears his throat and simply goes silent for a few seconds, muttering under his breath in a tone juuuuust low enough for the microphones to not pick up. After this is said and done to himself and himself alone, Lee gives a perky smile for the camera, clears his throat once more, and shakes it off.
Trevor Lee: "I-I'm sorry 'bout that, folks, why, I just don't know what came over me right there. But...uh, as I was sayin', folks, that's just not somethin' that this 'ere lil' ol' mayor of that small lil' ol' town of Harlan, Kentucky would do. Nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah...that just ain't right. So I 'ave been sittin' 'ere, waitin' for Edge to show up, forgoin' any preparation, forgoin' any trainin', just to prove my honor an' integrity as a competitor-NAY, as a person."
As Lee says that, and seems ready to send the camera crew off, another person joins the shot, as Renee Young comes running up to the champ.
Renee Young: "Trevor Lee, Mister Trevor Lee, I wanted to get your thoughts before heading on to the ring here against Edge about what happened last week during your match with Kyle O'Reilly-"
Before Renee can continue, Lee chuckles at her silly lil' question leadup.
Trevor Lee: "What happened? Whattya' mean what happened? What are ya', blind? Darlin', what happened was a proper victory bein' scored an' a trip to the pay window - not that I need it given my mayoral status an' the paycheck that comes wit' it - bein' secured for mister Trevor Lee. That is exactly what happened out there last week."
Renee Young: "I...meant moreso about what happened with Leyton Buzzard being in the-"
Before Renee can finish that sentence, Lee has the microphone snatched away from her, a manic look of desperate anger crossing the face of the TV Champion.
Trevor Lee: I don't know what the HECK you're talkin' 'bout there, darlin'. An' if ya' were as smart as the degree ya' got to get this 'ere job would imply, then ya' best shut up before I show to you an' the rest o' these people just what I had planned for that Bristol-born bastard!"
As soon as those words are out of his mouth, Lee is completely clamped up, as is Renee. For a few seconds, nothing but silence ensues, until Renee is gently handed back her microphone by the Television Champion.
Trevor Lee: ".....I best get on to the locker room so I can go prepare for my match..."
And it is with those final words that Trevor Lee heads off, his real self being shown for one of the few times so far...and once again, all because of a singular adversary who keeps on getting in his way. Will we see anything of Lee's plans for the challenger to his Harlan Gold? Will Leyton Buzzard even be in the arena tonight, after potentially arriving here late? Find out LATER TONIGHT on UWF Revolution!
The scene opens up to the backstage locker room—before zooming in on the face of a certain superstar.
Seth Rollins: The biggest disgrace in the history of this company is me not being gifted the rematch that I deserved. I single handedly carried this company on my back and made this the number one wrestling business in the world. I increased the weekly ratings, and I increased the level of competition on every show. Everything from the production to the music, to the videos, editing and lighting—all became better because of my hard work and dedication.
After a lengthy run with the coveted UWF Championship-- after going undefeated for numerous months, I was screwed out of my championship. To top it all off, a certain fishy individual has my title shot. I couldn’t just sit on the sidelines and do nothing while this travesty is occurring in front of eyes. So, I took matters into my own hands. I lowered my own frequency and vibration so that I could meet Homicide on the pathetic level that he’s on.
Since I can’t get the rematch that I’m owed right now—I’ll set my sights on individuals like this man here. Clearly, I’m having to move mountains to get my championship back while he gets to take on curtain jerkers and local talent to win the prime time medal and a shot a championship. To me, it sounds like a ludicrous crock of garbage and I’m intervening. You don’t deserve a title shot—you don’t deserve that medal either. And I’m going to prove it.
The scene fades as Seth stares into the camera, fuming from being denied the things that he desires.
We head back to the ring where Stone Cold Steve Austin is already there, pacing back and forth, ready for a fight.
"On his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom...."
Buzzard comes out from gorilla hands in the air as he mimics a spy glass, He searches the whole crowd before throwing his arms and moving forwards towards the ring...
"Leyton Buzzard."
Buzzard has his arms out high in the air taking in the atmosphere of the arena, Buzzard rolls his way into the ring where he rolls under, He places his body between top and middle rope as he taunts to the crowd, Buzzard takes a moment before going back to his corner...
He throws himself into the ropes as the crowd keep chanting "Who are you" at the UWF Stud...
VS 
DING DING DING
Leyton rushes at Austin but he doesn't expect Stone Cold to jump on him with a Thez Press. That's like one of Austin's only moves so bad play there. Even worse when he starts hammering away with punches to the face! Leyton rolls away to the apron to get away but Austin comes over and grabs a fistful of hair and pulls him back up. Rude on top of being illegal. Or maybe he just misses the feeling of hair between his fingers, who knows. Leyton reaches backwards and grabs Austin by the head only to hang him on the top rope! Austin retreats to the center of the ring while holding his throat coughing. Buzzard jumps onto the ropes and comes flying in with a Springboard Lariat! Stone Cold goes down and Leyton makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
Austin kicks out! Leyton goes to grab Austin and bring him up but his hands slip right off that bald head of his. Leyton looks at his hand and just sees gross sweat on it and it's enough of a distraction for Austin to punch him in the gut! Buzzard turns away holding his stomach after just having the wind knocked out of him. Austin gets to his feet and saddles up behind Buzzard, putting him in a Sleeper Hold! Buzzard reaches out to the ropes but Austin drags him away. Being the bigger of the two, he's able to use his size and strength to keep Buzzard at bay in the middle of the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard fought back to gain some control but Stone Cold is here to put a stop to it.
Corey Graves: Leyton thinks he can just come out here full of piss and vinegar and pick fights with people he has no business fighting with. Take the hint kid, you won't become Television Champion!
Tom Phillips: I don't know if you saw the match Corey but he actually defeated Trevor Lee at Summerslam.
Corey Graves: Yeah on a technicality. He's just been bugging people until he gets another shot. Now look at him. This is what happens when children act out. They get put to sleep.
Buzzard looks like he might be fading here soon. Austin has him firmly in place in the center of the ring but he gets one more idea. He jumps up and kicks his feet in front of him, getting enough momentum to when his body falls down, he swings through and essentially snapmare's Austin who rolls forward and breaks the hold. He's free, but was it too late? He tries to stand up but falls to his hands and knees. He's a bit out of it from the lack of oxygen getting to his brain but that's only exacerbated when Austin comes over and grabs him, lifting his lower body up to execute a Piledriver! Leyton's body goes limp and Austin flips him over for the cover.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Buzzard gets the shoulder up at 2! Stone Cold looks a bit shocked but quickly shakes his head and gets back to work. He brings Buzzard up to his feet and kicks him in the gut to set up for the Stunner but Buzzard falls back from the kick and lands on his ass. Austin just shakes his head and laughs. Buzzard scoots back into the corner but that's right where Austin wants him. He walks up and proceeds to stomp a mudhole in him and walk it dry! The ref gets on him after a 4 count and he backs off. He comes back and grabs Buzzard and sits him on the top rope. He moves up the middle rope to perhaps set up for a Superplex but Buzzard starts fighting back with some punches and follows up with a Headbutt to send him back down to the mat!
Mauro Ranallo: Nice job by Buzzard, really using his head there to get out of that one.
Corey Graves: Look at him, he can barely sit up straight. This match is as god as done. All he's doing is prolonging his beat down.
Buzzards sits on the top rope, slightly swaying until he shakes the cobwebs. He sees Austin down and realizes he's got an opportunity. He stands up on the top rope and gets himself situated as Austin gets to his feet. Stone Cold turns around only to get caught with a Meteora! Leyton drives his head into the mat but Austin doesn't stay down. Buzzard runs to the ropes and comes flying off them, catching the Rattlesnake with Air Leyton! Austin goes down and Buzzards crawls over to him to make the cover!
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Leyton Buzzard!
Buzzard gets his hand raised and he's looks happy to have regained some momentum after the beating suffered at the hands of Trevor Lee and The Buthcer. Austin rolls out of the ring while Leyton looks down the camera and tells Trevor Lee he's coming for him 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!
O'Reilly walks into the shot, looking fly as heck with his shredded up jean vest and thrash classic tee beneath. He shoots Renee a tough guy chin nod as he comes over - a gesture she's too corporate to reciprocate. Instead, Young moves right on to the first question.
Young: So Kyle, obviously a tough break with you coming up short in your return to action - albeit under some dubious circumstances -
Before she can even finish the thought, The Human Swiss Army Knife jumps all over that caveat like white on rice. Or brown on rice. Depends on the rice.
KO'R: Dubious circumcisions is the understatement of the effing century, Renee. Trevor Lee is a scumdog millionaire who thinks he can get away with murder just cause he's got a tall hat and big ol' bodyguard and a Mayor job in Harlem. He hit a cheap shot and stole a win. So what? Next time we fight I'll wear a cup and BOOM, problem solved. It's easy for me to protect my balls. Not gonna be so easy for him to actually grow a set.
Young: Uh... yeah. Okay. Well tonight you'll have a chance to get some redemption of sorts when you take on Trent Seven, who won his match against Danhausen in similar fashion.
KO'R: Pfft, what even is it with these guys? There's so many cool wrestling moves out there and these punk bishes are stuck on entry-level low blows. That's not even a cool way to cheat. Ever hear of brass knuckles? That's how grown-ups do it. Geez louise.
But whatever. Yeah, Trent's a flaming heap of human garbage just like Trevor Lee. Same dumb beard, same dumb accent, same dumb attitude problem. Best believe I'm expecting him to try and worm his way out of a real fight the same dumb way too. So I got a plan. Maybe it's not even a plan I guess. Maybe it's a... a... maybe it's more of a philosophy.
You ever hear of that before, Renee? You ever hear about philosophy?
She nods slowly.
Young: Sure. I know that one.
Kyle points to his tee shirt.
KO'R: You see this shirt?
Again, Renee nods.
KO'R: Check it out. That's Ride the Lightning. Metallica's second CD. Their best one ever. And the thing is, nobody thought they could top the first one cause the guy who wrote most of it got kicked out of the band. But sometimes you just gotta get back out there and, ya know, ride the friggin lighting. That's what they did. They bounced back better than ever and I'm gonna do the same thing tonight. That's the philosophy. Just because you lost won match last week doesn't mean you're gonna lost tonight. The only reason I'm a two-time tag team champion is because we lost the titles one time. And so even though Trevor Lee sneaky-snaked his way past my defenses it doesn't mean that Trent Seven -
Before Kyle can finish his thought, the interview is interrupted outta nowhere by Cody Rhodes!
Cody comes walking in and he has a smile on his face.
Cody Rhodes: Well, look who we have here. It's none other than Kyle O' Riley himself. Sorry for the interruption Kyle.
Cody walks up to Kyle and he stares at him into his eyes.
You say you don't think anybody can match up with you? Why don't we put that up to the test shall we. Since, we both did lose our matches last week. Why don't we find out if your philosophy works out for you when you face off against Trent tonight. I honestly know you are going to need a lot of help and support on your side. I know
Before Cody Leaves, He gives a smirk and he wink at Renee.
By the way, good luck on your match with Trent Seven because you are going to need it. Even after you got cheated out of your match with Trevor Leedles, I am glad you are willing to show everyone how you will bounce back from that loss. Believe me, I know the feeling because I am willing to do the same. But tonight is not about me. It is about you getting yourself prepare for your match against Trent. If you don't mind, I am willing to give you a helping hand in getting you ready to show him what you are really made of. Besides I already know Trent and Trevor Lee will regret if they ever fight one of us. I also have my own gym where I train my Night Academy students. So how about you swing by and we can train together. But whenever you are ready Kyle, it is up to you. Just hit me up whenever you are ready to rumble and get back to your winning ways. Remember Kyle, I got your back. Give me your answer whenever you have time. Awesome song by Metallica by the way.
Cody turns to look at Renee.
Hey Rene, you are still looking good.
The scene fades and ends with Cody walks off with a grin on his face.
The camera turns to the backstage as we see Trent Seven standing in a small, empty room.
Trent Seven
Zero point six percent. That is the probability of drawing a Jack and a Seven in a 52 cards deck. Yet here is Trent Seven, getting his second win in UWF, on a pathway to glory, as He intended. Now many of you will be asking the question: what does it has to do with a Jack? Well, I am as much of a Jack as I am a Seven. The good ol’ Jack that you know and love was not always known as Jack. There was a time in the medieval England when it was Knave, a deceitful fellow, instead of Jack. You see, cards started as the game of the rich. When it reached the peasantry, they started to call the card Jack, a common lower-class name at the time. Well, it is quite easy to be a deceitful man when you were born to the nobility. Jack, on the other hand, successfully usurped the position of a tricky, deceitful noble. But you have to remember, for every shrewd Jack there is a mighty King behind.
Trent Seven moves to sit on a sofa, and drink his glass of water before continuing.
Trent Seven
You see, I am Jack. I wasn’t born to a rich family, nor was I born physically gifted. I started as a nobody. I worked really, really hard, and in no time I was a big fish in a small pond. Not bad huh, for some commoner chasing his dream. But I also felt like that was my ceiling. The big league was so far away from my reach. Or so I thought. He pushed me through my limit, He teaches me all the tricks on his sleeve, and He helps me to see the bigger picture. He helps me see that I am so much more than what I thought I was. And I am not the only one He helps, oh no. Trust me, He is a benevolent force and a magnanimous leader. At least I was in the right direction, he just illuminated the way for me. Joker, Joker is another story, for another day. The point is, when He showed us the plan, we were one hundred percent behind.
Trent Seven signals the cameraman to come closer as he speaks right in front of the camera.
Trent Seven
Everyday our devotion is growing stronger. As I beat my first opponent, second opponent, going to my third, everything becomes closer, everything becomes clearer. The kingdom is not a pipe dream, it is His divine will, and it will be realized right here in UWF. All in due time. Until then, Trent Seven is here, and will be here week in and week out. Any challenges I will face, any walls I will tear down, and any pretenders, any pretenders I will erase.
The camera sorts backward as it slowly fades to black.
"Homicide" by LL Cool J hits the PA System and out comes the "Notorious 187" Homicide!
Homicide comes out and the fans cheer. Homicide puts the gun signs up and than he fake shoots his pretend guns and makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him.
Tony Chimel: Introducing from Cocunut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York this is the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!
Homicide enters the ring and gets to the top turnbuckle removing his bandana and throwing it to the fans. He throws up a gang sign representing his LAX days. Homicide than jumps down from the turnbuckle and is ready for the fight at hand.
The crowd is on their feet as the horns blare throughout the arena and multiple bright blue lasers begins to shine from the top of the ramp. The “Big Dog” Roman Reigns steps out from behind the curtains as the fans begins to boo in unison causing the arena floor to shake and tremble with murmurs.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent... being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman... weighing in at 280 pounds... from Pensacola, Florida... He is 'The Samoan Chief' Roman Reigns!
Roman stops at the foot of the ramp and looks around into the crowd, soaking in their hate but he doesn't count on Homicide to come flying over the ropes with a Senton to take him out!
Mauro Ranallo: Homicide just took the fight right to Roman Reigns!
Corey Graves: What is that cowardly thug think he's doing! The Big Dog would never!
Tom Phillips: Never? What do you call last week?
Corey Graves: A long time coming is what I say!
Homicide pops to his feet and stalks Roman as he's getting back up. He grabs him from the back of his chest protector and hurls him head first into the steel steps! The crowd is loving this as Homicide grabs the medal from Lambert and goes back towards Roman. He puts the medal between his fingers and makes a fist and starts raining down punches on the top of Roman's head! If that wasn't enough he then takes the medal and shoves it into Reign's mouth and then brings him down with the Gringo Cutter! The Prime Time Medal holder takes the medal back and hands it off to Lambert before coming back into the ring. The ref exits the ring to check on him.
Tom Phillips: I bet Roman hopes we had security out here right about now.
Corey Graves: Security? How about the police. Homicide should be in handcuffs right now!
The ref is checking on Roman who looks like he doesn't know where he is. He sees he's bleeding from the mouth and he may or may not have some teeth loose but he sees Homicide in the ring smiling and egging him to come into the ring. Roman shoves away the ref and slides in causing the ref to call for the bell to start the match now that both men are inside looking to fight.
VS 
DING DING DING
Roman is already looking beaten, battered and is clearly not all there. He runs right at Homicide but the Prime Time Medal holder simply catches him with the Running Flying Knee! Roman goes down right away and Homicide makes the pin!
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2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL the Prime Time Medal holder, Homicide!
Homicide is all hyped up, talking trash to the downed Roman as he rolls out of the ring. Paul Heyman comes up to the ring and helps Roman and Dan Lambert has a few words for him as well. The two continue to celebrate in the ring as the show moves on.
The scene opens up on Batista looking into the camera.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Well here I am, taking the time to address you again. But this time, it’s for a different reason. See, I can’t seem to get you out of my head, Eddie. You’re like a nagging pain in my body, a wriggling insect that refuses to be squished. And I’ve figured out and been honest with myself that the reason for that is because we sit at one and one. I’ll never know that I’m truly the best out of the two of us until I get that tiebreaker, and I’m sure you feel the same way because you won’t keep my name out of your mouth. So here’s the challenge: Batista versus Eddie Kingston three, Last Man Standing. Do you accept?
As Batista poses the question, he looks intensely into the camera for a moment until Revolution heads elsewhere.
The cameras open up backstage where we see the Intercontinental Champion Danhausen sitting intently.
Danhausen
So last week didn’t quite go according to planhausen for Danhausen. Danhausen knew that by winning his new best friend here that it would invite greater challenge, what Danhausen did not envisage was that the new kids on the Ultimate Wrestling block would use dastardly means to try and get one over on him. So Danhausen says to you, Brent Seventeen, congratulations on exposing yourself as nothing more than a glorified swindler. Danhausen is of the belief that you and he will no doubt cross paths again at some point in the future, but don’t expect to encounter the same outcome on that occasion, because Danhausen knows exactly what you’re all about now!
With his own loss last week now covered, Danhausen moves on to another matter that occurred on the previous Revolution.
Danhausen
What last week’s result did allow for though was a period of reflection, which just so happened to coincide with Danhausen’s last nemesis Italian Tom doing the exact same thing. The only difference is that Tom did his in front of a live camera, whilst Danhausen chose to do his reflecting the presence of the Intercointinental Title and a large sack of money, because that’s how Danhausen rolls now. Danhausen did hear some of what the former champ had to say though, with his ears picking up at the mention of his name from the wastrel’s mouth. Seems Tom isn’t quite over his loss to Danhausen and is determined to put things right. Danhausen respects that, to a degree, as it’s similar to the thinking that Danhausen had when he was getting ready for the match at Sunnyslam-a-rama and harked back to the last time he was in the ring with the Not-So-Great Baldini and things went pear shaped. So it’s with that reasoning in mind that Danhausen hereby accepts this proposition of another match, and with it he relishes the opportunity to put to bedhausen the belief Tom has that Danhausen’s glorious victory happened by accident. Because if there’s one thing you should all know by now about Danhausen, it’s that he loves to prove all the doubters wronghausen!
Danhausen continues to focus directly on the camera lens as it fades out and resumes 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.
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.
VS 
DING DING!
The bell rings and Kyle O'Reilly moves right up into Trent Seven's face. The two have a classic staredown, and for a moment it seems like there might be a show of decorum here, but then the Diabetic Dragon starts throwing forearms. Seven finds himself on the back foot, but then he comes back with some slaps and strikes and regains the ground. Seven actually manages to slip a throat thrust past Kyle's guard, and as the former Sweet 'n' Sour man gasps for air, Seven goes low with a kick to the gut, then grabs the doubled-over Canuck and lifts him up before dropping him in a huge powerbomb. Seven looks out to the crowd and finds the grinning mug of Joe Gacy, who is applauding his efforts. This momentarily gives him pause.
Tom Phillips: What a devastating opening from Trent Seven!
Mauro Ranallo: The former Moustache Mountain man is looking to put an explanation point on his debut by breaking out the power game early on.
O'Reilly rolls onto hands and knees and starts moving toward his corner, as though he'll find some solace there. Seven pursues, slamming KOR on the back with a double ax handle and then hauling him to his feet. Seven sends Kyle off the ropes and doubles over for a back body drop, but Kyle has it scouted and punts Seven right in the chest, causing him to shoot up. O'Reilly then fires off into a flurry of blows, wrapping it up with a quick sweeping kick that takes Seven off his feet. O'Reilly quickly takes the mount and starts pummeling his opponent's face with a forearm.
Corey Graves: Look at the sheer tenacity of this former UWF tag champion as he takes Trent Seven to the mat for some ground and pound!
Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly has a very specific set of skills. Standing up or lying down, he will find you and he will strike you.
While the commentary team collectively rolls their eyes at that dated reference, O'Reilly is told to back off by the official after Seven lost the ability to cover up. KOR would push up to his feet and prance around the ring in his signature cock sort of way, but when he turns back, he finds Seven has sat up. O'Reilly has no chill, so he runs right at Seven, connecting with an Orange Slice! O'Reilly then goes for the cover.
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...2...
...No! Kickout just after two!
The Canadian Psycho looks mad. He also looks thirsty. And sweaty. He gets up and heads to his corner, and a ringside attendant gives him a Blue Gatorade to drink. O'Reilly cracks that sucker open like it's a Steveweiser and his name is Stone Cold, unending it and sucking back a ton of the drink. But then he turns around to stomp a mud hole and finds himself met with an absolutely devastating Seven Star Lariat! O'Reilly hits the canvas so hard his feet stay up in the air for a few moments before flopping down, almost lifeless. Seven starts moving him away from the ropes, but as he does, Gacy starts to move. Expecting some kind of attack, Seven approaches the ropes, eyeing Gacy.
It buys O'Reilly the moment he needs to get over and roll Seven up from behind!
Phillips: Not like this Kyle!
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...2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Kyle celebrates his win while Gacy can be seen laughing at Trent Seven from the crowd. Trent slaps the mat in frustration, cursing under his breath while the show moves on.
We head backstage where Sami Zayn, La Luchadora and El Genercio and chatting until Renee Young walks up.
Renee Young: Excuse me Sami, I wanted to see if you have any reasoning behind your actions last week against Dean Ambrose.
Sami looks flabbergasted at the question.
Sami Zayn: Ok so let me get this straight, I beat Dean Ambrose clean as a whistle at Summerslam. I move on with my life, ready to continue my dominance and yet he keeps yapping, flapping his gums about wanting to beat me up. I tired my best to ignore it, to be the better man like I know I am but it's pretty clear that EC3 has no intentions of righting his wrong and giving me the #1 contendership to the UWF Championship so if I've got to beat a living legend again, then why not. Dean Ambrose, consider this my acceptance. You want another match with the best, you got it. But it won't be in your typical hardcore fashion, no. This is going to be a good ol' fashioned contest of wills. You and me, one on one, in a 2 out of 3 falls match.
Renee Young: Well you heard it here first folks, Sami Zayn vs Dean Ambrose in a 2 out of 3 Falls match at Bad Blood.
Sami Zayn: But I know your husband Renee, I bet he can't wait to get his hands on me. That's why I already went to EC3 and demanded a little stipulation. Dean Ambrose is not allowed to lay a finger on me until Bad Blood. If he does, he forfeits the match and replaced by me on the Mount Rushmore of UWF.
Renee Young: You know the Mount Rushmore isn't like an official thing right?
Sami Zayn: It's about the principal of it Renee, geez get educated. But I'll give him a chance to get out his anger next week. My protege's El Duo Dinamico have been itching to get back in the ring after I've inspired them recently with my string of wins. So Dean, go see if anyone wants to bother teaming with you. I doubt it so you might as well prepare for a handicap match next week.
Zayn and the duo laugh and walk off leaving Renee looking annoyed as Revolution rolls on.
AH SHIT, HERE WE GO AGAIN.
Third time, was that what they often said. Third time was a charm. Makes sense. This shit is not over. This shit is not finished and I am glad you actually have come to your senses and can see that as well. Me and you, one more time, all on the line in a match that will without a doubt, prove which one of us is the better of the two.
Yet, it has got me wondering. Every single time we do this, every single time when it is meant to be just me and you in there. Me and you and no one else, well that is not how it goes down and I am sick and fucking tired of this shit. You and your little gang coming after me, beating the shit out of me and not you know … fucking killing me. Just giving me more reasons to get pissed, more reasons to push myself back up onto my feet, more reasons to keep going, fight harder and harder to just get one more chance, one more match against your ass.
YOU WANT THIS TO BE A LAST MAN STANDING.
You want me to take you at your word, your word ain’t worth shit. You have taught me, that people like you never change. Under it all, your nothing more than a coward, as big and strong as you are, it is actually quite pathetic really, you want to fucking kill me one more time and you know … actually finish the job. Yeah, fuck it. I am never a person to back down from a fucking fight, but Batista, make no mistake about it. This is a fight a fair fight. You have not seen me once, bring anyone else down here, call for anyone else to help me. I am a man, I stand on my own two feet and I fight my own battles and your gonna do the same, like it or not.
Cause I saw this shit coming, I knew this was going to boil enough that we had to go back out there one final time, but this time. I am going to make sure, this is the match we both want. This is the match the people want and this is the fucking match they are gonna to get. I know you don’t care. I am trash, I am shit, I don’t belong here … whatever you gotta say, fucking say it, but tonight I had to step into the fucking ring with a shark. Got my ass handed to me, got slapped around, got beaten silly around the ring, by someone … who did it all on there own and fucking earned my respect tonight, something you have yet to do. Swimming with the sharks, yeah. Got me thinking. Got the wheel spinning, got me for the first time in my career, to drag my ass to the bosses office and ask for one favor.
Your lil buddies. For all they are worth, for all the good The Guild might do for you, they can come out to watch me, put you down for the ten count, they can have the best fucking seats in the house, because they are going to be with you when we settle this shit, but not at ringside, not at your corner, not right up your ass were you can normally find them, but above you, suspended above you, best seats to watch the end of your career, cause the Guild, are gonna be there, in a shark cage and for the first time in your career here, your gonna have to go into a fight … on your own.
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...
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
A familiar phrase echoes throughout the arena, leading into the opening bassline of Headlong Flight by Rush and with it, a chorus of boos. However, as each instrument joins into the song, smoke begins to fill the stage and before long, a figure walks out from behind the stage into the smoke. No bounding from one side to the other, Edge moves slowly, like a predator taking in his surroundings in order to best pounce on his prey. The crowd is not shy with their disdain for the Ultimate Opportunist, showering him in boos as he stalks down the ramp. Halfway down, he pauses, crouching low, his face contorting as he bares his fangs and in one motion, uncoils upwards, his hands held high with devil horns as pyro explodes behind him.
As the pyro finishes exploding, Edge slowly brings his head back to level and walks towards the ring. Only a few steps away, he runs and slides into the ring and as he moves towards a turnbuckle to pose and soak in more hate and boos, the ring announcer chimes in.
Tony Chimel
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Ultimate Opportunist, Edge!
VS 
DING DING DING
The bell rings but the two competitors couldn't be any more different. Edge is basically frothing out the mouth, ready to hurt someone after his home was invaded by Shark Boy. Trevor Lee on the other hand is busy looking around the ring for signs of Leyton Buzzard. Edge comes charging at Lee but the Television Champion leapfrogs over him to avoid the Spear. Edge manages to catch himself before running head first into the turnbuckles but Lee grabs him from behind and hits a German Suplex! He quickly hops to his feet and scans the crowd, looking for Leyton once again.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Trevor Lee's got a lot more on his mind right now.
Tom Phillips: Did you see how he was earlier in the night. The man looks like he hasn't slept in weeks.
Corey Graves: If you're not paying full attention to the man they call the Ultimate Opportunist, you're going to end up regretting it.
Indeed as Edge grabs his head from behind and hits the Edge-O-Matic! Trevor Lee rolls to the outside to get away from Edge and rests his back against the barricade. Some fans in the front row stand up and pat him on the back and Lee freaks out, thinking Buzzard was grabbing him from behind. He turns towards them with his fist pulled back ready to strike but sees it's just some kids. He starts yelling at them and tells Butcher to take care of them. Butcher just stands in front of them mean mugging him as Lee turns back towards the ring but Edge isn't there. Instead the UWF Champion comes running in from the side and tears him in half with a Spear! Edge waste little time in throwing him back into the ring and makes the pin!
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3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Edge!
Lee rolls right back out of the ring and Andy Williams catches him and helps him to the back. Edge isn't happy one bit though. He's pacing around the ring, still wanting to get some pent up frustrations out. This only exacerbates things when Shark Boy comes walking down the ramp, swearing like a sailor which is kind of ironic considering they directly take food away from his table but I digress. Security comes out with him and tries to stop him from getting to the ring but Edge leaves the ring and goes right up to him! The two start exactly where they left off and are just swinging on each other, not caring who gets in their way. One security guard goes down, then another, and another. You'd think EC3 would have had actual cops in place due to what happened last week but ACAB.
Edge goes to grab Shark Boy's mask and rips it off only to reveal another one underneath. He knew this though and goes for the second mask but Shark Boy bites down on his hand. Edge tries straight punches to the head but Shark Boy don't let up. EC3 comes out and motions for more security but no one is coming out. He says screw it and actually goes in to stop this fight himself. He grabs Shark Boy from behind to rip him away and it works but Shark Boy just turns around and decks the owner right in the face! Shark Boy realizes what he's done and puts his hands on his head. Edge however goes low and kicks him right in the balls from behind! He then goes to grab his UWF Championship and decks the masked man with the title in the back of the head! Adding insult to injury, Edge bends down and rips off the second mask and you can see a dark spot in the back of Shark Boy's head where he's been busted open. Edge holds up the title in one hand and a bloodied mask in the other as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Kingston vs Shark Boy - Dresden/Danny
O'Reilly vs Seven - Crann
Reigns vs Homicide, Lee vs Edge, Buzzard vs Austin - Danny
