Post by Danny on Sept 30, 2022 0:26:55 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: We have a lot of great matchups tonight but first we'd like to take a moment here on Revolution to briefly show some breaking news for you all. Now, this happened just yesterday evening during what was meant to-”
Corey Graves: ”You can stop right there, Tom, and let a real journalist handle breaking this news to the people. What happened yesterday was an utter TRAGEDY, fans! It was just supposed to be another piece of Mister Trevor Lee’s campaign for his re-election as the Mayor of Harlan, Kentucky, and…and then this happened!”
As Corey angrily calls for the feed to begin, the view swaps over to tape, an establishing view of the city known to the UWF fans as Harlan, Kentucky being shown. After a few moments, it cuts over to an interior shot, as one of the local churches gets some TV spotlight, perhaps for the first time since its construction. There, standing near the entranceway is none other than the current Mayor of Harlan, Kentucky, as well as current UWF Television Champion, Trevor Lee.
Trevor Lee: ”...An’ folks, I’m tellin’ ya’, my pappy was a religious man! He was a thoroughbred Christian, always one to thump his Bible an’ say his prayers! He was a forgivin’ man, just like the Bible intended for us men to be, an’ may God rest his soul!”
Giving the fervant speech of a pastor, ironically enough given his location, the camera pans to show a rather enraptured crowd gathered around his location, most of them sitting patiently at their pews, listening to their mayor speak.
Trevor Lee: ”An I promise y’all this, folks, I promise this to y’all, that wit’ me as ya’ lovely Mayor o’ this town, we are gonna’ see this church not only get rebuilt, but completely renovated, thanks to the tourism income that I’m generatin’ as the actively reignin’, defendin’, globe-trottin’, Harlan Gold minin’ U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion! I mean, as o’ right now, I’ve got so much money that it ain’t even funny, but it’s only just begun, I tell ya’ what! I’m talkin’ investments into the churches like this one we’re standin’ in right ‘ere, I’m talkin’ tax breaks due to the influx of outsiders - who, trust me, ain’t stayin’ any longer than they gotta’ - I’m talkin’ an improvement to the ed-u-ca-tion o’ our CHILDREN! I’m promisin’ y’all this right ‘ere, right now, that if ya’ vote for Mister Trevor Lee to remain in office, this ‘ere town is gonna be boomin’, an’ our business is goin’ to soar on up, it’s goin’ TOOOOO THE MOOOOON~!”
With the audience bursting into applause at Lee’s speech, he takes a few moments to bow and generally soak in the appreciation and admiration from his townfolks, before stepping back.
Trevor Lee: ”Now then, I’d like to take some questions from the local press, if any of y’all got anythin’ to ask me, then feel free to fire away!”
Before any questions can be asked, the doors to the church are abruptly swung wide open, the setting sun lighting up the entranceway to this campaign marker, bathing this newcomer in a golden light that looks quite befitting for the venue…but where some at home would see a potential angel in preventing Lee’s speech from continuing, the TV Champion sees nothing but a devil.
The encaptured crowd begin to snap their heads to turn towards the newcomer…and the doors slowly shut, revealing them to be none other than Leyton Buzzard, who immediately begins running his way through the crowd! Using some of Lee’s most radical supporters as a human ladder, Lee is given no time to cover up before Leyton launches off towards the man who has screwed him time and time again now on his pursuit of the UWF TV Title.
Leyton, looking to be blinded by rage as he is now inches away from his foe catches Lee straight in the jaw with a swinging forearm. Crumpling due to a lack of guard, Lee has no choice but to tumble backwards, finding himself taking a good seat in one of the hard, plastic chairs provided by the church. The TV Champ babbles incoherently for but a moment, trying to reason with his adversary, but Buzzard has no time for talk as he throws rights and lefts into the champ!
Leyton gets a few good hits to the back and neck of Lee, who remains stunned by the surprise appearance of Leyton. Buzzard’s grip gets loosened on Lee as he swings his elbow into the cheek bone of the champs enforcer, Butcher, who has suddenly appeared to perform his bodyguard duties, taking hold of the intruder by his waist. Leyton swings his head back into the chin of Butcher, leaving him to hold his jaw to try and prevent the stinging pain coursing through him, as Buzzard launches himself right back towards Lee, looking to commence yet another assault.
As Leyton dives forward like a goddamn ICBM, The Butcher yanks the feet of the man from Bristol, cutting his charge just short and leading to him falling flat on his face. With Lee scurrying behind the chair he is sat in, staring daggers at Leyton, he stumbles as he stands up, still completely off-guard and off-kilter from the arrival of Leyton Buzzard.
Trevor Lee: “ANDY! TAKE EM’ OUT ANDY! THIS IS S’POSED TO BE A SANCTUARY! DON’T ALLOW ‘EM TO RUIN THIS SACRED PLACE!”
Hearing the command, Butcher is unable to follow through on it immediately, as he is kicked back by Leyton. As he stumbles through the podium, his body crashing into the audio equipment causes a feedback loop to radiate throughout the church, which the crowd in attendance respond to appropriately - their hands clinging onto their ears as the sound of microphones hitting the hardwood floor reverberate throughout the building. As the people begin to flee from the carnage, Trevor Lee somehow finds his own sanctuary to be not in the church, but in the mob, as he races off from Leyton, his jacket vest flying off behind him as he attempts to leave behind his main bodyguard and the top threat to his TV Title.
By the time Leyton notices the champ’s escape attempt, Trevor looks to be more than halfway to his goal of the front door, but it doesn’t mean Leyton’s going to give up. As the former TV Title challenger sprints towards his true target, Andy follows, seeming to be not too far behind. As Leyton gives chase, a sickening crash of stone hitting wood is heard, as Lee knocks over a statue made in the big man’s image himself out of his own desperation to escape the scene. With Buzzard stopped in his tracks, it allows for Andy to take hold of his prey, seeming rather peeved about what has gone down at what was meant to be a slam dunk portion of the campaign trail. The Butcher throws Leyton into the brick wall of the church, the old building seeming to shake as Buzzard’s body crumples against the wall, yet both he and the church still stand. Leyton ducks left and right of the big man, each punch connecting with the brick wall behind sending chunks of limestone flying. Even through the pain of his hands, Andy continues to attempt to pummel Buzzard to a pulp. Thankfully for the invader, Leyton is able to squeeze past The Butcher and attempts to run forward, trying to catch Lee when the champ is just moments away from escaping…but Andy takes hold of him once more, and the hope of catching the TV Champion slips through his grasp, as Trevor flees the building with the rest of the crowd.
Buzzard doesn’t have much time to react to Lee’s escape however, as Butcher grabs the pants and shirt of Buzzard before launching him into the brick wall of the church once more, the building shaking violently once again. With Leyton dazed from this impact, The Butcher begins properly unloading onto the challenger, each punch fueled by pure hatred and vitriol, with Andy giving a rather wrathful display despite their location. After one final haymaker catches Buzzard in the jaw, the former challenger crumples, leaving Andy to dust off his bloody knuckles as he makes his way towards the limousine in waiting…
However, before Andy can truly walk off, he can hear the sign of a struggle, and turns his head. At first, it seems he is more prioritized with thinking that someone could’ve gotten hurt in the stampeding crowd…but there’s only one other person in this building, and that is Leyton Buzzard, standing up with the assistance of some now-loosened bricks and limestone from the building’s walls and foundation. Grunting in pure annoyance, Andy cracks his neck, and approaches Leyton with disdain in his eyes. Grabbing hold of his head, it seems Butcher is taking his sweet time to finish this…and that is exactly what the intruder needed. Buzzard suddenly leaps to life, clapping the ears of The Butcher to discombobulate him, before dragging him forwards, Head first into the limestone of the church. Staggered, The Butcher takes a second to recover…and as a gash is shown to be opened on the forehead of the mayor’s bodyguard, it seems that Andy’s seeing nothing but red. Butcher throws a violent back elbow towards Leyton, which Leyton ducks, moving back towards the wall. Another haymaker blow is thrown, and again it is ducked, as this time a chunk of limestone damn near the size of Leyton’s head lands hard on the ground.
Dodging and weaving, floating like a butterfly is Leyton Buzzard, who continues this rope-a-dope on Andy Williams, who keeps swinging for the fences. He ain’t no Pujols, though, so there’s no hits being given here, just more collisions with the church walls, which look to be steadily becoming more and more unstable with each blow. As Butcher attempts a high kick to the head, a rare showcase of agility for him, Leyton’s latest dodge sees Andy’s foot embed itself into the wall, and as Butcher pulls it out, the ceiling of the church begins to quake. Sensing the danger, Leyton looks to launch himself towards The Butcher with an all-or-nothing blow…but it turns out to be the latter, as Andy catches him mid-flight and throws him once more into the wall, creating an even bigger hole as Leyton flies through the unsteady foundation piece of the church!
With no time to waste, The Butcher takes another moment to look around, confirming nobody else is in the building, before starting to book it out of the building, the ceiling continuing to slowly cave in…
As Trevor Lee, and the rest of the residents of Harlan, look on at the church, Trevor Lee’s clearly seen with a fearful expression, wanting nothing more than confirmation on just what is going on in there…but it appears his fear is relieved as Andy Williams starts to step out of the church. He may look worse for wear, and he may appear to be gassed to hell and back…but otherwise, the bodyguard of the mayor appears to have done his job well…
Or at least, that would be the case. For, right as Lee is about to approach his bodyguard and try to get the details on what’s happened to his adversary, the revving of an engine can be faintly heard. At first, Lee chalks it up to being nothing more than a passerby getting sick of the waiting and heading home…but then the sound draws closer, and closer, and closer, until finally a sight can be seen that causes Lee to scream out in horror.
Driving through the hole he was put through on the maintenance cart normally used to help keep the church grounds cleaned is none other than Leyton Buzzard, who not only smashes into Andy Williams with the cart, but proceeds to continue driving it straight through a weakened part of the church walls!
Not wasting any time, Leyton rides off into the sunset…and Trevor Lee is left damn near frothing at the mouth, staring off into the distance…until the sounds of crumbling fill the air. Sharply turning his head, Trevor is helpless to watch as the church comes crashing down upon itself, the battle clearly being far too much for its olden walls to handle. With the electronic equipment still trapped within, its destruction naturally leads to a fire sprouting from the rubble…and with the sun fading out, the townsfolk all finally get the clue to flee the scene, leaving Trevor Lee to stand near what once was a beacon of faith for the community…for HIS community. Pulling out some money from his pants pocket to remind himself of just how much this project is going to cost him, he takes another look around at the carnage…and finds that Andy has been knocked unconscious, all thanks to the hit-and-run from Leyton Buzzard.
With nobody around him conscious enough to hear, and the sun having set on what’s turned into perhaps the biggest political disaster of his career, Lee stares off into the fire…
And then turns to the sky, as only one thought takes up the space in his ever-turning mind…
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Trevor Lee: ”.....LEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYTOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!”
Revenge.
After a few seconds of hanging on this shot, the scene cuts back to those at the announce desk, with all three looking on in some varying degrees of shock - Corey, in particular, seems absolutely enraged over what has transpired down in Harlan, Kentucky, while both Phillips and Mauro are speechless. Before any rants can be delivered by The Savior of Misbehavior, however…
The theme song of none other than the current UWF Television Champion can be heard, and without wasting a single breath, Trevor Lee comes marching down from the backstage area, heading straight to the ring. Notably, there is no formal attire for this - no hat, no vest, no fancy pants…just Mister Trevor Lee, wearing nothing but his usual wrestling gear and bearing a scowl on his face.
Getting straight into the ring, Trevor Lee stares down at one of the ringside attendants, not saying a word, yet the man still winds up handing him a microphone anyways…but that isn’t good enough for Trevor, as he drops to his knees, looking to be just as shellshocked now as he was when the ambush happened.
Holding the mic closer to his stomach than his mouth, the sweat dripping off of Trevor Lee is a clear indicator that this man has been stressing the whole damn time about what has transpired…yet, uncharacteristically, not a word is being spoken by the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky. In fact…he is simply taking deep breaths, one at a time, keeping his gaze locked onto the mat that he is kneeling on…until finally, he looks up, right towards the hardcam. In that moment, it feels as though the air conditioning in the arena kicks on an extra ten degrees, as Trevor Lee stares daggers into the hearts and souls of every single person viewing this episode of Revolution from all around the globe. With such an icy demeanor to him, Lee slowly, meticulously, methodically makes his way to his feet, walks over to the closest he can possibly be towards the hard cam…and raises the microphone to his lips.
Trevor Lee: ”.....Leyton Buzzard…..”
Trevor pauses, and suddenly…the anger in his eyes just dissipates. There’s no smile, no “GOTCHA!”, not even a scowl or a smirk…just…an empty face, devoid of any type of emotion whatsoever. Then, it turns…and the mayor of Harlan seems…conflicted. Conflicted on what he is about to do…about to say, perhaps. It’s as though the UWF Television Champion is trying to fight himself, trying to remind himself of something, of anything, to try and make sure he has one final chance to stop this from occurring…but alas, it is too late. Trevor Lee’s already stepped through that curtain, both proverbially and literally…so it’s time for Trevor Lee to take center stage. The real Trevor Lee. No mask…no hidden intentions…nothing.
Trevor Lee: ”...Leyton Buzzard…”
”At Bad Blood…me an’ you…inside of a steel cage.”
With those eleven words spoken, the crowd erupts into a flurry of cheers, the fans ecstatic to hear that Leyton has gotten his title match, and not only that, but that he’s going to get it inside of a steel cage! Yet, they soon pipe down as Lee stares out once more into the hardcam…
Trevor Lee: ”An’ Leyton…ya’ shoulda’ been careful wit’ what you wished for. Ya’ wanted a shot at my Harlan Gold? Then fine…I’m more than happy to give it to ya’ now, Leyton…”
”Because I am gonna enjoy beatin’ ya’ until ya’ can’t breathe no more, ya’ BRISTOL-BORN SON OF A BITCH!”
With the crowd stunned for but a moment upon hearing Trevor Lee letting his true anger slip free, the UWF Television Champion walks off without another word, as one thing is realized amongst the fans: Leyton Buzzard has succeeded in getting what he wanted…but at what cost?
The camera would cut to Wardlow standing by backstage, once again he is by himself, Ciampa not making his presence known tonight, Wardlow would be finishing off getting ready.
Wardlow: Theres a reason I call myself the best insurance policy in this business. Its not just a fancy title I give myself to get more clients, its a status I strive to achieve every time I go out there and do my job. If Ciampa has a problem that needs to be sorted, i’ll be there to get rid of it and then collect a nice fat paycheck at the end of it.
Tonight however, I can’t help but admit theres a personal aspect to this as well. For weeks i’ve had to listen to that little gremlin on the mic and spout off his bullshit but tonight, I finally shut him up and add a bit of Gold around my waist.
Cracking his neck, Wardlow would continue.
Wardlow: That championship is one of the most prestigious belts in this business and after months of having to listen to Rollins brag about being a God and making it a joke, Ciampa once again proved that. He brought that belt back to a standard that hadn’t been seen since Rick Rude held it for his record breaking reign.
Ciampa brough respect back on that title but now that little face painted freak is ruining seven months of hard work. He won it in a fluke and then the week after he got his ass handed to him by Trent Seven. When Ciampa was holding that, he knocked back all challengers, whether non title or title match.
Wardlow would clap his hands together.
Wardlow: Tonight, Danhausen, I continue the quest to show that you’re nothing more than a paper champion and even though at Bad Blood its non title, you’re not going to be leaving as Intercontinental Champion, hell i’m going to make sure you don’t even enter the building as Intercontinental Champion. When i’m done tonight, at Bad Blood, all Ciampa is going to need to do is roll you over and count the three.
This might be part of the business Danhausen but i’m still going to enjoy it very very much and i’m going to enjoy taking that championship off you and the nice bonus i’m going to get even more. See you out there freak.
With that Wardlow would walk off.
Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
Eddie Kingston is already waiting in the ring. He came in during the commercial break.
"Battle-Axe" hits the arena PA and the fans hit their feet. The cameras key in on the stage as Ambrose's 'tron plays, but he's not there. The camera scans the while the fans look around, expecting to see the Lunatic Fringe making his way to the wing through the people. Except this time, he's nowhere to be found! Chimel twiddles his thumbs in the ring, waiting to get his eyes on the prize before making his announcements.
Phillips: Well where is he?
Graves: Maybe Dean finally learned that he's in over his head with Sami Zayn. He probably came to his senses and caught the first bus back to 'Natti.
Phillips: I seriously doubt that.
Ranallo: Either Dean Ambrose is giving us the Axl Rose treatment tonight or something's gone wrong...
The fans mumble among themselves, wondering what's going on until eventually the production truck just cuts Ambrose's music. An awkward silence ensues until...
The silence turns to the visceral sound of hate as Sami Zayn comes walking out onto the stage with a big smile on his face and a mic in hand.
Sami Zayn: Oh I'm sorry, were you all expecting someone else? Oh I know what it is. You all wanted to see El Duo Dinamico come out here and score a huge win tonight. Me too but unfortunately Generico had to go back to Mexico. There was an emergency at the orphanage and he took La Luchadora along with him to help out but fear not. I being the gracious and honorable man that I am have decided to take Generico's place in this match.
Mauro Ranallo: Well folks, Sami Zayn will now be taking on Eddie Kingston but I just received some word backstage that Dean Ambrose has been found and it looks like he's hurt.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Ambrose is writhing around in pain, the medical team running over to check on him. Sami puts his hand to his mouth and giggles like a child.
Sami Zayn: Well now isn't that unfortunate. Now Eddie, I'd gladly come down to that ring and kick your face off but I actually just scored UWF a huge get to replace La Luchadora in this match. This is much bigger than you and me wrestling so I can't just send her back on her way so I guess you'll have to go at it alone again the other half of the greatest tag team to ever live. Ladies and gentlemen, Becky Lynch!
As Becky Lynch joins Sami Zayn in walking down the ramp, Tony - always the professional - carries on with his announcements.
Chimel: And their - er, his - opponents, at a combined weight of 337 pounds... Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch, The Dynamic Duo!
The crowd dang near blows the roof of the place as the infamous tandem makes a surprising return to action. The Official double checks with Kingston to see if he wants to carry on with this match, and, of course, there's no talking the Mad King out of a fight. He grits his teeth and dares the final UWF World Tag Team Champions (so far) to come at him. Sami cackles at his tenacity while he at Becks climb the steps up to the ring. Chimel heads out while Becky steps through the ropes, volunteering to start things off for her side. With that, the Official calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING
With the odds stacked against him, Eddie Kingston comes out swinging. He brings the fight right to Becky, charging across the ring to confront her. Lynch catches on the way in and they lock up collar-and-elbow. Classic. The Diamond in the Rough is fueled up with piss and vinegar, and with those ingredients added on to his significant size advantage, he has no trouble backing up the ring-rusted Lynch into the ropes.
Using her expert footwork, Becky spins out and transitions to get off the cables and put Eddie there instead. He ain't having that. Kingston wheels right back around to push his opponent back into the ropes. This 360 sends them within reaching distance of the heel corner, and Sami reaches over and tags himself in to get his partner out of trouble.
Kingston doesn't see it and pulls an arm back, ready to fire off a stiff elbow into Lynch's face. The Referee intervenes, insisting on a clean break since not only is Becky against the ropes, but also not the legal person now. Eddie glares daggers at the Official, but he holds his ground. Man's running this one on a tight leash as he wisely anticipates some tomfoolery is afoot. The New Yorker sneers and backs off, hands up, playing it clean.
Ranallo: I'm not sure it was a wise move by Eddie to accept this match given the last minute switch-up. He's going to have his hands full with the Dynamic Duo.
Graves: In my opinion Sami Zayn and Becky Lynch are inarguably the greatest tag team of the Revolution era, if not in all of UWF history. Four time champions who shut down the division after clearing it out - that's why we still call Sami the Forever Champ. It would have been hard enough for Eddie to take on Sami's proteges with the help of Ambrose. This is a whole 'nother ball game.
Phillips: They should have been escorted out of the building after what happened to Ambrose! It's been a long time since they teamed up, but they're still the same dirtbags they always were.
Sami steps through the ropes with his hands up, ready to rumble. Eddie shakes his head condescendingly. He clearly doesn't take the Canuck seriously. Zayn pops off with some faints and jabs, keeping Kingston at bay while finding his range. Or at least, that's the hope. Eventually Eddie gets bored watching him shadowbox and just marches straight through before slapping on a headlock.
The tighter he squeezes, the harder Sami struggles to break free. He's pleading with Becky to make the tag but Eddie drags him out towards the open waters of the middle of the ring - miles away from safety. The Forever Champ, getting desperate, decides to play dirty and stomps down hard on Eddie's toes. All he gets for his efforts is a wince from the Diamond in the Rough, who then retaliates by dropping his grip down around the torso to launch his opponent overhead with a stunning Saito Suplex!
Phillips: Oh my goodness! A massive Saito from Kingston! He's got Sami folded up like a lawn chair!
Ranallo: Eddie grew up a steady diet of King's Road footage. Hitting hard and dropping people on their necks is his bread and butter.
Zayn sits up, groggy beyond belief. He doesn't even have a chance to get his bearings before Eddie rushes over and pushes him back down to the mat to try for a pin...
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2...
Sami kicks out before the third fall. A slow, measured, unanimous wave of applause bubbles up around the arena, speeding up with each beat as it turn into a cacophonous wave of energy to spur Kingston on. He's feeds of that enthusiasm, clenching his fists and nodding his head as he looks to put this one away early.
Eddie makes a run for the ropes. He turns to get his back into the cables, leaving him wide open to a cheap shot from Lynch! She rushes over along the apron and goes high, kicking him in the back of the head just as he starting to bounce back.
Phillips: Sneak attack by Becky Lynch! Why am I not surprised?
Graves: Eddie Kingston ain't no saint, Phillips. It's not like he's never gone outside the rules or fought dirty, so what's the big deal?
The New Yorker stumbles forward, holding the back of his shaved head where a welt is already forming. He turns to cuss out Lynch while the Ref - who saw everything - hurries over to get between them while chastising Becky. That leaves his back turned to the action. Sami's still pretty dazed, but the conniving son of a gun has the wherewithal to creep up behind Kingston while he isn't paying attention.
Zayn goes for the low blow...
But Eddie catches turns around just in time to shut that down! Sami looks up, mortified. He clasps his hands, begging for mercy, trying to explain himself. Eddie isn't even paying attention. He slaps two hands around Sami's neck and hauls him to his feet. Whatever he's going for, though, gets cut short when Sami stabs a thumb into his eye!
Ranallo: Thumb in the eye by Zayn!
Phillips: This is getting ridiculous.
Eddie staggers away. In his temporarily blinded state, he brushes right past the Referee en route to the last place he wants to be - the other team's home corner. Zayn rushes up behind him, grabs the back of his skull and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle before tagging in Lynch.
Becky vaults herself over the rope to level Kingston with a leg drop across the neck. As he collapses at the base of the turnbuckle, she pops up and starts to stomp a mudhole in him. The Referee steps in to back her off, taking her to the middle of the ring to issue a stern warning. Once again, this leaves turned in the wrong direction, and while he's busy with that, Sami crouches down, reaches through the ropes, and starts choking the heck out of Eddie while he's sitting there prone. The fans boo and boo and boo but the Referee assumes it's just cause they're mad at Becky so he doesn't even turn around.
Phillips: You'd need an army of Officials to keep these monsters in check.
Graves: I'm sure the Referee Union loves the constant criticism on live TV, Phillips.
Finally, the Ref turns around, but just like Macavity, Sami's long gone from the scene of the crime by then. Kingston's seeing stars and it just gets worse when Lynch dashes in to boot him right in his face. From there, she scoops Eddie up and launches him towards the middle of the ring with a nasty Bexploder Suplex!
She leaves him lying out there as she tags in Sami. The pair of them then head over to collect Eddie while the Ref starts up a five count, swearing to high heaven that he'll DQ them if she's not on the apron by the time he's done. Sure enough, the drag Eddie back to their corner by three and she's out by four, though she helps her partner in draping Kingston's arms on the top cables from that position. Sami then dances to the far corner of the ring and revs up his leg for a Helluva Kick that will surely wrap this one up.
Graves: Kingston tried to put up a good fight, but he honestly never stood a chance.
Ranallo: Hard to imagine he'll be able to survive the Helluva Kick after taking the Bexploder.
Sami takes his time in lining up the perfect shot while boos rain down from all side. He ignores the vitriol, but just as he's about to take off, a sudden change in the mob's tone catches his attention.
Those jeers turn to cheers. But why? Eddie's still just sprawled up against the apron, half-dead. Sami and Becky look around - it's Lynch that notices first. She points over towards the entrance ramp where Dean Ambrose is making his arrival!
Phillips: Ambrose is here! Ambrose is here! The man that just won't die is back from the dead again!
Graves: What? No! This match already started without him. He can't just join in now!
Ambrose marches towards the squared circle with vengeful purpose. Lynch is so distracted that she barely notices Eddie slip away from the corner. Sami turns around just in time to see Eddie running at him like a runaway train. The Mad King flattens Zayn with a running forearm - the force of which sees him collapsing towards his own corner just as Dean climbs on to the apron. The Lunatic Fringe reaches over the ropes and tags himself in to a thunderous ovation!
Ranallo: Dean Ambrose is back in the fight!
Phillips: And Sami Zayn is in a world of trouble now!
Just as Sami's getting back to his feet, Dean smashes him with a lariat. Muscle memory has Zayn getting up again only to take an identical shot that puts him right back down. Ambrose then peels the Canuck off the canvas and launches him towards the ropes. The returning Zayn throws a wild lariat of his own on the way back but misses by a mile when the 'Natti Native ducks underneath.
Ambrose pops up behind his opponent and slaps on a Sleeper hold. Zayn's face immediately starts to turn dark red as he fights for every breath. Dean squeezes tight but doesn't linger there for long, just keeping it on enough to get the guy loopy. Once he's satisfied, he lets go then wheels Sami around before tucking his head between his legs.
Ranallo: Ambrose was away from the game for a long time, but he must have kept watching. Using the Sleeper to set up the Gotch-style Piledriver is some textbook Minoru Suzuki!
Phillips: This combination took Suzuki all the way to the UWF Championship - there's no way Sami survives it!
As Ambrose goes to flip Sami upside down, however, Becky starts to come through the ropes to intervene. The Ref rushes over to shut that down, and Zayn uses the opening to take a big bite out of Ambrose's hand so he can slip free. He desperately scrambles towards his home corner. Dean charges after him. Sami collapses and rolls aside to avoid getting clobbered by the incoming Ambrose, who then has to pull up to avoid colliding with the Referee who is right there admonishing Lynch. The Official is awkwardly sandwiched between the two superstars.
Capitalizing on the confusion, Sami shoots a boot up and tags Ambrose where the sun don't shine before using the ropes to get himself vertical. The Referee shuffles out of the way and turns around to see Ambrose hurt without understanding why. Lynch reaches over the ropes and pulls Dean towards their corner with a Sleeper like hold of her own. Sami, meanwhile, backs up then rushes in to hastily blast him with a Helluva Kick!
Dean drops to the mat and Sami rolls him away from the ropes to make the cover.
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Ranallo: Not like this!
Phillips: This is a travesty of justice!
2...
Eddie jumps in to break things up, but Becky meets him on the way into the ring and holds him back while the Referee is making the last count...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
THE DYNAMIC DUO!
The fans are mortified but what they just witnessed. They're friggin livid. Becky shoves Eddie aside and rolls over to Sami, helping him up before practically pulling him out of the ring to avoid any reprisals. Kingston kneels next to Ambrose as he starts to come to, and the both of them scowl as the Dynamic Duo looks on from ringside.
Phillips: This was an absolute farce from the outset. This match should have never happened and you had better believe that Sami Zayn is going to be back out here just rubbing it in for weeks to comes.
Graves: Look, there's no denying how tough guys like Eddie Kingston and Dean Ambrose are, but when it comes to the mental game, they're completely outclassed by a wrestling genius like Sami Zayn. I'd also like to add that Becky Lynch hasn't lost a step and we haven't seen her compete ages!
Ranallo: Well...
The Dynamic Duo circles the ring and starts up the ramp while their music plays. Once they're a safe distance away, they stop to mock their opponents from afar. Eddie dares them to come back for seconds but that ain't about to happen. It's a tense scene in and around the ring 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.
Cheers from the arena proper bleed through the concrete walls to behind-the-scenes halls and are picked up on cam as The Diabetic Dragon walks into the shot. The Canadian Psycho is all revved up and ready to go, a killer instinct in his eye as he shoots Renee a cool guy chin nod in greeting.
Young: Hey Kyle, thanks for joining me.
KO'R: Yeah well, uh...
Kyle shoots a glance back over his shoulder before continuing.
KO'R: We better not get interrupted again. I had spicy food for supper you better friggin believe I'm about ready to fly off the handle here.
Young: Duly noted. Regarding that, after Cody Rhodes came by to pass on some unsolicited career advice, EC3 saw fit to book you two together as a tag team tonight. It sounds like you still have some hard feelings for the American Nightmare - how are you going to be able to co-exist?
The Human Swiss Army Knife cracks his knuckles before answering.
KO'R: For sure. That dude kinda pissed me off last week. But to be fair to Cody, he's not even in like the top twenty-five of people I hate the most in the world. So maybe we're not like, ya know, cool or whatever, but it's cool. The situation, I mean. And as long as Cody stays in his lane, it can keep on being cool.
I sure as heck doesn't need career advice or coaching from a dude who's honestly kinda floundering right now. Ya gotta remember though, I'm a tag guy. Mark Henry. Larry Sweeney. I won titles with both dudes. So I'm pretty much an expert and also super versatile. If Cody actually wants to pick up a win for once, he's just gotta follow me lead and I'll get us there for sure.
Renee nods and moves on to her follow-up.
Young: And how about your opponents? I know you and Miz have some history from back in the day.
Kyle's eyes narrow into a glare, burning a hole in the mid-distance as an old grudge festers up from within the depths of his soul.
KO'R: Wargames...
He mutters. It drips like acid off his tongue.
KO'R: I haven't forgotten. And I haven't forgiven. I've owed Miz one for a long time. I'da been happy to beat up anyone geeky enough to run around like a chump playing personal assistant to Batista. It's diet icing on the sugar-free cake that it just so happens to be The effing Miz. My best buddy Larry wrote a whole book on how to beat that guy - I'm gonna go on ahead and add a chapter and the words are gonna be written in blood. Miz blood.
Kyle smirks to himself as he fantasizes about the carnage to come. Renee's too weirded out to interject so she just waits it out until the moment passes. O'Reilly comes back to reality and shrugs.
KO'R: Then I'll prolly just let Cody worry about Goldust. I never had a brother but if I did I'd probably wanna fight him, too.
Young: So it's divide and conquer, then. Well, we look forward to seeing you return to tag team action, Kyle. Good luck with your match tonight?
KO'R: Hey thanks. I gotta go stretch out but if see the medics around tell them to get ready cause they're gonna need to six stretchers to cart off what's left of The Guild when we're all said and done.
With that parting threat, Kyle heads out. Renee signs off and Revolution rolls on!
Tony Chimel: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the UWF Intercontinental Championship!"
"THIS IS WAR"
As the personal insurance policy of Ciampa's walks out onto the stage, the crowd begins to rain bows down on him, This doesn't phase Wardlow or his client as Ciampa hypes him up, as Wardlow gets to the centre of the stage and moves the straps on his singlet like they were suspenders, he sticks his tongue as green pyro blasts from behind him.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by the Prime Time Medal holder , Tommaso Ciampa., from Cleveland, Ohio, He is "MR MAYHEM", ladies and gentlemen, WARDLOW.
Wardlow and Ciampa make it down to the ring and Wardlow walks up the steps, Ciampa holding the ropes for him, Wardlow enters the ring and surveys the crows, once again doing the taunt with his straps. After a second he goes into his corner, Ciampa jumping onto the apron to continue to hype him up, Wardlow standing sternly the whole time.
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.
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, there is an instantaneous assault launched by the challenger, as Wardlow seeks to give absolutely no quarter to the current champion, simply forcing him back into the corner with a massive shoulder tackle, before continuing with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection of the champion.
Mauro Ranallo: ”Look at the immediate attack on the part of the challenger! Wardlow is certainly not playing around!”
Corey Graves: ”Would you be, Mauro? This is for the UWF Intercontinental Championship! If you are going to be a champion, that means the afterburners should be ticked on from the second that bell sounds, and if Danhausen wants to continue playing up to his schtick, then he can suffer the consequences when he goes against someone like Wardlow!”
With that fair assessment made by the former UWF star, Wardlow is forced to break away from the corner by the referee, the standing five count for the corner break being upheld…but just barely, as Wardlow steps back only at the count of four. Calling for a clean break, the referee is given…nothing of the sort! Instead, Wardlow walks forward and takes hold of the champion by the shoulders, before tossing him clean across the ring with a beautiful Biel Toss. Crashing to the mat, Danhausen retreats to the opposite corner, but Wardlow is primed and ready to go, charging in once again…this time around, however, he misses, and goes chest-first into the buckle!
Rebounding off the turnbuckle, dazed, Wardlow would feel the arms of his adversary hook themselves around his waist, an attempt being made for a German Suplex to take the war daddy over, but it is merely an attempt. Nothing more is granted, as Wardlow barely budges from Danhausen’s attempts to lift him - once, twice, three times he tries, only to be met with a bludgeoning back elbow strike to the jaw that crumples the champion down to the mat.
With the IC Champion downed once more, it’s time for Wardlow to showcase some of his power, as he scoops up his face painted foe off of the mat and, with his arms wrapped around the waist, takes Danhausen over with an Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex! With Danhausen’s legs crashing against the ropes to heighten the impact felt on his neck and upper back, Wardlow drags the champion to center, and places a foot on the chest.
...ONE!
...TWO!
.....NO!
Danhausen manages to, just barely, squeak a shoulder up from the mat…something which Wardlow responds to by readjusting the straps of his singlet.
Tom Phillips: ”Guys, I think Danhausen’s only managed to piss off Wardlow even further…”
Corey Graves: ”Gee, you think, Tom? It’s almost like going one-on-one with a man who can be classified as a walking WMD will inevitably wind up bad for the opposition!”
Mauro Ranallo: ”I do hate agreeing with Corey here, Tom, but I feel the IC Champion might have bit off more than he can chew tonight, and it may cost him his title reign.”
Scraping Danhausen off of the mat, Wardlow simply tosses the trash out of the ring, watching him crash down to the ringside mats below, before then leaving the ring as well. Getting an earful from the referee aside, it seems nothing of consequence is set to happen to the challenger, as he picks up Danhausen once more…but it’s a trap(hausen)! Danhausen manages to jump to life, pulling Wardlow forward and causing his chest to crash harshly against the barricade! Stunning him once more, he rebounds…and is met with a low-angle German Suplex onto the padded floor!
Like that, the fight is back in the IC Champion, who hops onto the apron, and patiently waits for the challenger to stagger to his feet…before beginning to deliver the patented, trademarked, and copyrighted Tequila Kicks, WITH ALL RIGHTS RESERVED~!
However, with each kick, another realization is had - these kicks are doing next-to-nothing to the Wardog. After a fair few of them, Wardlow has simply had enough, and grabs hold of the leg being used to periodically deliver kicks to his jaw, but Danhausen wiggles free! Escaping to the interior of the ring, Wardlow has no choice but to follow, stepping through the ropes…
But it’s another trap, as Danhausen grabs hold of the head and arm, and goes for the Goodnighthausen onto the challenger!
Except…Wardlow counters. Quite easily, actually, as he simply breaks the grip, picks up Danhausen around the waist, and launches him forward in a flapjack variation to send him crashing to the mat. And it is here that Wardlow decides enough is enough, and that it is time to go straight for the main chorus of the match. Hooking his arms around Danhausen’s waist, he picks the champ up for a powerbomb…
BUT IT’S MET WITH A SUDDEN HURRICANRANA COUNTER FROM DANHAUSEN, WHO HOOKS THE LEGS~!
...ONE!
...TWO!
.....THREE!
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: ”Here is your winner, and STILL UWF Intercontinental Champion…Danhausen!”
However, not even five seconds after Danhausen’s name is called…out comes the man currently supporting Wardlow’s UWF career, and the former UWF Intercontinental Champion, Tommaso Ciampa.
After a few moments of Ciampa walking down, he enters the ring, takes a good, long look at his Goldie…and then locks eyes with the IC Champhausen, with that image being what the camera fades on as Revolution rolls on…
The camera sorts to the backstage area where it is shown that Trent Seven is having a phone call.
Trent Seven
Yes, I will. No, no need to play the Joker, not tonight. I'll take care of it. Of course, I will.
As Trent is finishing the call, Renee Young appears out of nowhere, ready with her questions.
Renee Young
Ladies and gent...
Before Renee can finish with her introduction, Trent cuts her off and takes the microphone from her hand.
Trent Seven
I know everyone want to hear my thought on the event that transpire last Thursday. However, He just gave me a direct order, not to say anything to the media. Good day.
As he finish with his short announcement, Trent hands the microphone back to confused Renee Young as he walks out of the camera sight.
We head down to the ring where The Miz and Goldust are already in the ring, waiting for their opponents.
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.
Tony Chimel: From Atlanta, Georgia, Making their way to the ring, the American Nightmare, Cody Rhodes!
The pryo goes off as the American Nightmare come out to a huge ovation from the roaring crowd and he has a huge smile on his face.
VS
DING DING DING
The Miz is starting things off for his team and Kyle O'Reilly is doing his Kyle thing in the corner but Cody actually steps in and says he'll take care of it. Kyle looks confused and Cody lightly shoves him towards the ropes, telling him he's got this. With his back turned though, Miz comes running over and Dropkicks Cody who pushes Kyle through the ropes to the floor below! Miz starts beating down on Cody in the corner, showing him what a nightmare really looks like. Miz throwing kicks. He backs up and pumps himself up much to the dismay of the crowd. Cody picks himself up but Miz comes running back over and nails the Awesome Clothesline! He throws Cody face down on the mat and brings his feet back into the ring. He grabs Cody and brings him to his corner where he tags in Goldust.
Tom Phillips: Looks like we're going to get some brother vs brother action going on here tonight.
Corey Graves: Didn't that's what you were into Phillips.
Tom Phillips: That's not what I meant.
Mauro Ranallo: Brother vs brother action? Somewhere, Hulk Hogan is smiling.
Goldust smashes his face into the top turnbuckle before he lifts one of Cody's legs on the ropes and then takes the other to the other side. Miz holds him up and Cody is shaking his head, pleading with Goldust no. Goldust pays his pleads no mind and rubs his hands over his body, sucking in air. He's about to move in for some Shattered Dreams but Kyle O'Reilly comes up behind him and Roundhouse Kicks him in the side of the head! Enough fake gay shit! Th ref reprimands Kyle but he's already walking back to his corner, pleased with what he's done. Cody gets his feet off the ropes and elbows Miz in the face for good measure. He comes over to the downed Goldust and picks him up. He's got him upside down over his back before nailing him with the Alabama Slam! He makes the pin.
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Goldust kicks out!
Tom Phillips: The American Nightmare is showing no remorse for his brother.
Corey Graves: When it comes to just you and your opponent in the ring, all feelings have to get put to the side. If I'm Cody, I not stopping until Goldust turns from Black and Gold to getting beat into Red, White and Blue.
Mauro Ranallo: Somewhere, Hulk Hogan is smiling.
Cody brings him up and drags him over to his corner to tag in O'Reilly. Rhodes places Goldust in the middle of the ropes and tries to get Kyle to double team him. Kyle doesn't exactly know what he wants to do but they both send him off the ropes. Cody looks to catch him with a Double Hip Toss but Kyle just kicks him in the chest. Cody throws up his hands like what gives but Kyle just shrugs. He picks up Goldust and hoists him in the air, getting ready for a Brainbuster but Goldust manages to shift his weight and land on his feet behind Kyle. He then slowly runs his hands over Kyle's body but his gay panic attack is not very effective. Same types and whatnot. Kyle throws an Elbow that levels Goldust in the side of the head. Goldust is stunned and O'Reilly uses this to hit the Insulin Injection! He makes the pin!
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Goldust kicks out! Kyle stands up and takes his boot and washes it over the face of Goldust's, wiping the paint off of him.
Tom Phillips: Kyle O'Reilly is wiping the color right off of Goldust's face.
Mauro Ranallo: Somewhere, Hulk Hogan is smiling.
Kyle keeps slightly kicking him in the face but Miz tris to come in and stop it. The ref rushes over to stop him but Goldust ends up catching one of Kyle's boots and pulls him in for a Low Blow behind the ref's back! Kyle bends down in pain but Goldust keeps him up just enough to jump onto his back and flip over for the Code Red into the pin!
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O'Reilly kicks out! Goldust walks over and makes the tag to Miz. Miz comes over and lifts Kyle up onto his knees and delivers some world famous IT Kicks! The crowd is chanting NO! with each kick but that doesn't stop Miz from wrecking Kyle's shit. Miz goes for just one kick too many and Kyle catches his foot. He shakes his head no and Miz looks shocked. He slowly stands up, leaving Miz hopping on one foot. Kyle back trips him with his leg and then twists the ankle, turning Miz over into an Ankle Lock!
Tom Phillips: Kyle's got Miz in the Ankle Lock! This could be the end right here!
Mauro Ranallo: Hopefully not because we got to take a commercial break, we'll be right back!
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We're back and somehow Kyle is now locked in an Abdominal Stretch! How the turntables. Miz grinds his elbow into Kyle's side but Cody is in the corner trying to hypee him up. He rallies the crowd and they're all chanting for Kyle. O'Reilly finds the strength and manages to flip Miz over with a Hip Toss! Miz lands high on his butt and scurries over to his corner to tag in Goldust. Goldie runs in but gets caught with a Northern Lights Suplex! He's unable to bridge from that abdominal stretch but he gets back to his feet and runs to the corner to blast Miz in the face, knocking him off the corner to the floor below. Goldust is getting up and Kyle runs over with the Harpoon Torpedo! Kyle rushes back up to his feet but stumbles to his corner from the beating he's taken. Cody ends up tagging himself in and Kyle looks at him WTF!? Cody comes in and grabs Goldust from behind as he's getting up and twists him up for a Crossrhodes! Goldust is laid out and Cody makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Kyle O'Reilly and Cody Rhodes!
Cody celebrates like there's no tomorrow. Kyle just looks confused and angry as Cody goes to grab his arm and raise it up. O'Reilly yanks his hand away and laves the ring. Cody looks dumbfounded, no idea why Kyle's angry since they just won a match. The show moves on with Kyle walking up the ramp looking disgruntled.
Homicide is chilling in the old Mysterio lair, and Dan Lambert comes up to him. Homicide begins to speak.
Homicide: You know what Dan? Everything seems to be all Homicide right now. I am the current BMF primetime medal holder. I am facing the guy who fighting for the belt. I am looking to kick the former champions ass, and for once know goofies are trying to mess with me you know life is good.
Lambert looks to speak, and Homicide just keeps talking.
Homicide: Dan it is thanks to you. You know man I was lost a little bit didn’t know what was next but thanks to you man. You like revived me. Now I am more focused and more hungry than ever before. I went from I don’t know if I am going to become a hall of famer to now it’s possible. And you know what Dan I am going to let you speak but let me do this first.
Homicide shows a tender moment and he hugs Dan Lambert. Homicide goes and he speaks.
Homicide: Dan you officially surpass Vince Russo as the coolest gringo I know. And listen Dan trust me when I say I am focused on my next four title defenses man I got you. I am going to defend the title four more times and win the IC title. Me whipping Shark Boy’s ass, and than whipping Seth’s ass at Bad Blood won’t make me lose focus I promise you. The next four they gonna come easy. That IC Title is as good as ours.
Dan finally speaks
Dan Lambert: Well first off thank you Homicide. But you only need two more wins to cash in the primetime medal.
Homicide: Whatchu mean two more?
Dan Lambert: I believe Homicide you got the wrong information. Who told you it was going to be five?
Homicide: Well it was….
Homicide’s face turns to anger and he just yells.
Homide: MISTICCOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dan Lambert: Why are you listening to Sin Cara?
Homicide: He told me he got his info from a legit source.
Dan Lambert: Who?
Homicide: He said Baron Corbin or something?
Dan Lambert: Baron Corbin? I haven’t heard that name in years.
Homicide: That dumb Mistico I swear he is like a parasite. He lucky he not here right now otherwise I’d kick his head in.
Dan Lambert: Well that anger Homicide don’t use it on Mistico use it on the other mask man you’re facing tonight. You see Seth Rollins just like that weirdo Joe Gacy he is doubting you. Sharkboy hasn’t done anything in years in this company and he has a chance at beating a multiple-time world champion in Edge, and you have a shot to show someone who also has been a multiple-time world champion here in the UWF that you’re no joke. You see Homicide the face that runs the place has changed. What was once the place ran by CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, AJ Styles, Kevin Steen, Cody Rhodes… The new face of this company is Seth Rollins. The man with the belt may be Edge but when you think of UWF now a days who are you seeing as the face.
Homicide: Seth Rollins..
Dan Lambert: That’s right. He is now the man to beat. Beating Seth Rollins puts you at the upper echelon here in the UWF. You aren’t just facing someone calling themselves the best in the world. You are facing the best in the world. Now we’re not looking through Sharkboy tonight we are doing what to Sharkboy?
Homicide: Using him as a message.
Dan Lambert: Exactly! A message to Seth Rollins, that this isn’t the same Homicide he knows from the old times. Not the same one that would allow a Money in the Bank cash in to happen where he loses the UWF International title. No this is Homicide that is the primetime medal holder. A Homicide who has challenged for titles in the past. You maybe 0-2 in title matches not counting this medal, but after beating that monster in Dexter Lumis, taking it to Sharkboy, and beating Seth Rollins that makes Homicide one of the scariest, and if not one of the most white hot wrestlers on this roster today.
Homicide shakes his head and Dan speaks again.
Dan Lambert: Tonight we show Sharkboy that this isn’t the same Homicide. We show Seth Rollins we respect the changes he made so respect ours, and we send a message to both top champions of this brand that there is one man coming and he is scarier than the boogeyman hell he is name after taking life itself, and that is the Notorious 187 Homicide.
Homicide pats Dan as walks out and Dan Lambert smiles and nods his head.
"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...
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 DING
Seven moves in to lock up with Buzzard but Leyton isn't falling into his technical gameplan. He instead throws a few outside kicks to the leg. Trent shakes them off but Buzzard throws another one. Seven catches it and pulls him in for a Lariat but Buzzard ducks it and runs to the ropes. Seven turns around and Buzzard has come off the ropes with a Hand Spring Elbow. Seven pops back up to his feet but eats a Dropkick to the face! Seven ends up rolling out of the ring to get away but Buzzard climbs to the top rope. Seven doesn't even notice him until it's too late and Buzzard comes flying off with a Moonsault to the outside! The crowd is hype AF and it only pumps Buzzard up more as he picks up Trent and throws him into the ring. He follows him in and goes for the pin.
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Seven kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard had a gameplan coming in and it's working to a tee.
Corey Graves: Easy to gameplan when you sat out your last match with the person and watched from the sidelines.
Buzzard brings Seven back up to a vertical base but the technician grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him down to the mat face down. He kicks his feet in the air, handstanding on his hand before bringing his knee down and driving it into his arm! Buzzard rolls over holding his elbow. Seven looks down and laughs at him, simply going for the leg next. He grabs Buzzard's leg and flips him over into the Seven Circles of Hell! Rather than let that just sink in, he starts punching the knee of Leyton's causing even more damage. Buzzard cries out, knowing his offensive gameplan could be stalled out right here. Buzzard is able to squirm and wiggle himself free enough to crawl to the ropes and get the official to break the hold.
Seven keeps the hold locked on for 4 seconds before he's DQ'd. He knows the rules. He backs away and watches as Buzzard uses the ropes to help him get to his feet. Trent smells blood in the water and moves in to attack, giving him a Knife Edge Chop that knocks him into the corner. Seven then lifts him up and seats him on the top rope before going up to the middle rope himself. Let me know if you read this. He starts hammering away at him before setting him up for a Superplex. Buzzard however starts to come to life and punches him in the ribs a few times and follows up with a Headbutt to knock him to the mat below! Buzzard situates himself on the top rope, a tough feat with his knee hurting but he does it. Seven begins to stir and rises up only for Buzzard to come diving off the top rope at him! Seven however catches him with a Forearm Strike to the head and Leyton falls flat on the mat! Trent brings him back up and hits a Dragon Suplex before going for a pin.
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Buzzard kicks out! Seven gets to his feet and brings Buzzard up along with him. He's behind him and reaches over to grab his arm. He spins him out for the ripcord but Buzzard ends up falling down, the damage to his knee perhaps for extensive than Seven thought. Trent just looks down at him and laughs. He bend down to pick him up but Buzzard catches him with an Inside Cradle!
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But NO! Seven kicks out just in time!
Tom Phillips: Leyton Buzzard almost just scrapped by with a win right there!
Corey Graves: What a travesty that would have been!
Seven sits up and looks at the ref with a shocked look on his face, making sure he kicked out at 2, not even believing it himself. While he's doing this though, Buzzard has gotten up and Superkicks him in the side of the head! Seven is stunned and Buzzard picks him up and gets him in a pumphandle position. He lifts his opponent up for the Buzzard Driver but his knee buckles underneath him and he ends up unable to complete the move. Seven seems to come to a realizes how close things were to ending right there. He grabs Leyton by the hair and pulls him up, yelling at him and slapping him in the face a few times as a show of disrespect. Buzzard takes to this by jumping up an hitting an Enzuigiri! Seven wobbles around but doesn't go down. Buzzard hobbles over to the ropes and umps on them with one good leg, coming off them looking for Air Leyton but Seven has run up behind him and grabs him as he's on the ropes and Saito Suplex's him straight on his head! Buzzard is out of it and Seven grabs his hurt leg and flips him over to place him in the Seven Circles of Hell once more. Wanting to live to fight another day, Buzzard opts to tap out.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Trent Seven!
Buzzards rolls out onto the apron holding his leg. Seven kneels in the center of the ring and looks up to the skies. There's a commotion in the crowd however as suddenly Joe Gacy has popped up. He's in the corner of the front row and claps at Seven turns to looks towards him. Done with all the BS, Trent rolls out of the ring and walks right towards him. Gacy's smile soon fades and it looks like he tires to get away but Seven has hopped over quickly and catches him. Gacy tries to fight back but a few well places knees to the abdomen and face put a stop to that. Next thing you know, Seven drives him into the concrete with a DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: I don't think this is what Joe Gacy hand in mind here tonight.
Corey Graves: Gacy has done nothing but play mind games but Trent Seven has had enough and I can't blame him. This is wrestling. At some point, you've got to show up and wrestle.
Gacy lays motionless on the floor but Seven isn't satisfied with just that. He grabs the leg and flips him over into the Seven Circles of Hell. There's no security and the fans certainly don't care for Gacy either so he's left there to just take the consequences of his actions until Seven feels he's had enough. Unfortunately for him, that doesn't seem to be any time soon. The live feed goes elsewhere while Seven still tortures him.
We head backstage where the newly reformed Dynamic Duo is backstage celebrating their win.
Sami Zayn: Look at that huh, right back where we left off! We still got it! We gotta get you a Forever title too and-
Suddenly, Kayla Braxton walks in ready to interview the duo.
Kayla Braxton: Excuse me Sami, care to talk about what happened out there?
Sami Zayn: What do you mean? Where's Renee?
Kayla Braxton: She's with her husband and she doesn't exactly want to speak with you right now.
Sami Zayn: Oh boo hoo get over it. She needs to be a professional and do her job. Besides, I didn't tell her dumb husband to come down and join the match. Someone's clearly got it out for him so he should have just stayed in the back and let the medical team do their jobs.
Kayla Braxton: Are you saying you had nothing to do with the backstage assault.
Sami Zayn: Me!? I would never. I beat Dean Ambrose clean as a whistle at Summerslam, why would I need to go low and attack him backstage.
Kayla Braxton: Because that's what you did last week.
Sami Zayn: Yeah well last week he had it coming. It's a new day and if you would please, Bex and I are trying to record a celebratory Tik Tok dance for the tweens. Have you heard about this app Kayla it's fascinating.
Kayla Braxton: Yes I know about Tik Tok. Now that Becky's back, are we going to be seeing her-
Sami Zayn: Hey Kayla skedaddle for now okay? I'm trying to get more followers so out of the way.
Kayla walks leaving Sami and Becky to practice a dance routine as the show moves on.
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.
"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.
VS 
DING DING DING
They both goes straight into it and they both tie up while they try to test their strength. Homicide gets the upper hand and he shoves Shark Boy down. Shark Boy gets up as quickly and he runs at Homicide. Homicide hip tossed him as Shark Boy didn’t fall down. He ends up on his feet and he drop kick Homicide. Homicide falls down and he quickly gets up. Shark Boy whipped him to the ropes and Homicide bounced back from the ropes as Shark Boy back body dropped him. Shark Boy hits the elbow drop and he hooks the leg. Homicide kicked out before the count of 1. Shark Boy grabs the hair as Homicide breaks it by punching him in the face and He grabs Shark Boy. He whips him to the turnbuckle and he runs to the turnbuckle as he clothesline him. Shark Boy falls down. Homicide picked him up and he put him on the turnbuckle as he lifted him on the turnbuckle. He grabs him as he attempts to do an Overhead double underhook on Shark Boy. But Shark Boy tries to fight back and Homicide fights back to stop him as he quickly grabs him. He hits the Overhead double underhook on him and he crawls over to hook the leg.
1……..
2……….
And a kick out.
Homicide starts hitting him with a couple leg drops and he grabs his arm as he places him in the Kimura Armlock. Shark Boy is screaming in pain as the referee goes to him and asks him if he gives up. Shark Boy shakes his head no as he tries to get out and Homicide puts more pressure on the submission hold. Then the referee looks at Shark Boy and he raises his hand as he appears to be passed out. He drops it and he begins the count.
1…..
He raised his hand and dropped it again.
2…..
He raises it again and drops it.
Shark Boy’s hand starts shaking as he gets up and he quickly escapes by elbowing Homicide’s head. Homicide lets go of the submission hold as Shark Boy bites him on the forehead before he backs away and Homicide holds his head. Shark Boy goes behind him as he drops him with an atomic drop and he lays down on the ring mat. He grabs Homicides' head and he places him in a sleeper hold with scissors as Homicide tries to get out.
Mauro Ranallo: Shark Boy got him in the Sleeper Hold with Scissors.
Tom Phillips: Can’t he get himself out of this one?
Corey Graves: Please, the Notorious 187 can’t get out of this one easy without breaking a sweat.
Homicide starts struggling as he tries to break free and Shark Boy is tightening the hold. Homicide reaches his hands out as he tries to get up while Shark Boy keep on tightening the submission hold and then the referee walk over to check on Homicide. Homicide is screaming in pain as the referee goes to him and asks him if he gives up. Homicide shakes his head no as he tries to get out and Homicide put more pressure on the submission hold. Then the referee looks at Homicide and he raises his hand as he appears to be passed out. He drops it and he begins the count.
1…..
He raised the hand and drop it again.
2…..
He raises it again and drops it.
Homicide’s hand starts shaking as he gets up from the floor and he quickly escapes by grabbing the ring ropes that were closer to him. Shark Boy had no choice but to let go of the submission hold as Homicide rested for a bit and Shark Boy returned to grab him. He whips him to the ropes as he bounces back and Shark Boy hits him with the Lou Thesz Press. He starts hitting him with punches and you can hear the crowd chanting his name.
He grabs him again and he whips him to the turnbuckle as he runs at him. Homicide kicks him as he places him on the turnbuckle. He elbow him hard in the face and he places him on the turnbuckle as he attempts to Cutter from the top ropes. But Shark Boy fights back as he stops him and he quickly hits him with a Tornado DDT off the turnbuckle. Both men are down as they lay for several minutes after Shark Boy hits the turnbuckle move. The referee begins the count.
Mauro Ranallo: Wow, they both start giving everything they got to win.
Tom Phillips: They both are not ready to give up just yet.
Corey Graves: One of them will get their hands raised at the end of the night.
1……….
2…………
3…………
4…………
5…………
6………..
7………..
Both men start to shiver and they try to get up.
8………..
9………
Both men get up before the referee counts to 10 and they trade punches. Homicide quickly grabs Shark Boy and hits the Triple rolling verticals as he is down and Homicide runs to the turnbuckle. He climbs it and he jumps as he hits the frog splash. He hooks the leg and the referee begins the count.
1……
2……
And a kick out.
Homicide is shocked as he turns around and Shark Boy grabs him. He quickly takes him down with a Shark-Canarana and he grabs him as he places him in a small package.
1……
2…..
And a kick out.
Shark Boy grabs him as he attempts to hit him with the Texas Piledriver and Homicide kicks him in the chest. He hits him with the Da Gringo Killa and Shark Boy is down as he hooks the leg.
1……
2……….
And a kick out.
Homicide holds his head as he grab his leg and hook the leg again/
1......
And kick out.
He grabs Shark Boy and he whips him to the ropes as he bounces back. He attempts to hit him with the West Brooklyn Lariat as Shark Boy ducks and he grabs him. He puts him into a small package and the referee begins the count.
1…..
2….
And a kick out.
Shark Boy grabs Homicide again and Homicide kicks him in the chest as he tries to hit him with the Gringo Cutter again. But Shark Boy kicked him in the chest with his boot and he planted him with the Chummer out of nowhere! Homicide’s jaw snaps and he falls down while Shark Boy crawls over to hook the leg. The referee sees it and he begins the count.
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
"Hair of the Dog" hits the PA while the referee raised Shark Boy stands to have his hand raised and Homicide look at him while he is disappointed that he lost. But Homicide gets up and he walk over to Shark Boy as they both stare at each other. Homicide takes Shark Boy’s hand and he raised it as a sign of respect while Shark Boy is extremely happy.
Mauro Ranallo: A sign of respect for both competitors.
Tom Phillips: Could this be an alliance between future UWF and Intercontinental Champions?
Corey Graves: Ugh please kill me if it comes to that.
Someone throws Shark Boy a couple of Sharkweisers and he shares a cold one with Homicide as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Shark Boy vs Homicide - Evolution J
Wardlow vs Danhausen - Leedles
Dynamic Duo vs Ambrose & Kingston - Fauche
Seven vs Buzzard, The Guild vs Rhodes & O'Reilly - Danny
