Post by Danny on Oct 8, 2022 0:21:01 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're in for another hard hitting action packed episode of Revolution where the UWF Champion is in action against the former Intercontinental Champion in singles action for the first time ever.
Corey Graves: It's gonna be a knock down drag out brawl and I can't wait. The same can be said when Seth Rollins takes on Batista.
Tom Phillips: It's going to be a great match for sure. Another great match on deck is Kyle O'Reilly taking on Leyton Buzzard.
Mauro Ranallo:Plus we have a stellar Fatal Four Way tonight when Television Champion Trevor Lee takes on Cody Rhodes, Trent Seven and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Tom Phillips: But first let's kick things off with the UWF Champion!
As Psycho Killer blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Wardlow. The crowd boos the pair loudly.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Wardlow from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Ciampa quickly moves his empty hand down and a black and gold pyro bursts out of the stage as the pair makes their way to the ring. Wardlow making sure his boss doesn’t get harassed by any of the fans. As the pair reach the ring Wardlow sits on the ropes and lets Ciampa in.
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!
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DING DING DING
Once the bell rings, both men walk to the center of the ring and go forehead to forehead. There's some light smack talking, nothing that we can pick up but it's clear neither man has any intention of losing here tonight. Ciampa throws the first punch but Edge comes back with his own. They start exchanging hands but soon it just becomes a flurry of fists. Ciampa gains the upper hand but he's cut off with a knee to the gut by the Champion. Edge pulls him in for the Edgecution but Ciampa runs forward and rams him into the corner where he starts throwing Shoulder Thrusts in the corner. He stands up straight but Edge gives him the ol' thumb to the eye! Ciampa turns away covering his eye, a Kano cosplay in his future for Halloween perhaps? Edge comes up behind him and instead is thinking pirate as he chop blocks him, trying to rip the leg clean off.
Mauro Ranallo: Edge is one of the most methodical wrestlers to ever step foot in a UWF ring. You can bet he's gameplanned meticulously for this match.
Corey Graves: Did he or does he just see Shark Boy and wants him to suffer as much as possible.
Edge grabs Ciampa's leg and flips him over into a Half Crab. He's putting extra torque on the knee but he doesn't expect Ciampa to scurry as fast as he does, knocking off his balance and he falls backwards allowing Ciampa to make it to the ropes. No matter, Edge grabs the leg once more and tries to pull him away. Ciampa holds on and Edge is at this point just trying to take it right out of it's socket. The ref counts to 4 though and the UWF Champion opts to let go. The last thing he wants right now going into Bad Blood is a loss. Tomasso uses the ropes to help himself up to his feet. He shakes out the leg but Edge comes running at him. Ciampa goes low and lowers the ropes causing Edge to tumble out to the apron. He hangs on but eats a stiff Forearm to the face that knocks him loopy.
Edge hangs off the apron, still holding on to keep him up but Ciampa exits out onto the apron with him. Edge goes to kick his knee but Ciampa lunges forward and knocks skulls with him. Edge is dazed as all hell and Ciampa bends down and scoops up Edge, lifting him over his back. With help from the ropes, he's able to keep him stable and reach around to grab his head before dropping him with an Air Raid Crash on the apron! Ciampa falls to the floor on impact and grabs at his leg. Edge meanwhile looks knocked out under the ropes. Tomasso stands back up and pushes him into the ring before following him in and making the pin.
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Edge kicks out! Ciampa shakes out his leg a bit more before standing back up. He's got a little limp but it's stable enough. He brings Edge up to a vertical base and trash talks him before slapping him in the face. This seems to awaken the Rated R Superstar who punches him in the face. Ciampa's lip gets busted and he licks the blood clean and smiles. He moves in and throws a couple of slaps and knee strikes, giving him the Sicilian Barrage to beat him down to a knee. Ciampa then goes to hook both arms to set up for the Fairy Tale Ending. The UWF Champion isn't about to be put out that quick though. He stands up tall to deliver a Back Body Drop to Ciampa. The former Intercontinental Champion tries to get to his feet but Edge goes underneath him from behind and lifts him onto his shoulders. From there he sends Ciampa back down to the mat with a Sit Out Electric Chair Facebuster! He flips him over and makes the pin!
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Ciampa kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa said it himself, he's coming for Edge and the UWF Championship as soon as he's done with Danhausen. Consider this match a preview into his resilience.
Corey Graves: If he really wants to prove he has what it takes, he'll have to do whatever it takes to dethrone someone as strategic as Edge.
Tom Phillips: Strategic or underhanded?
Corey Graves: Tomato tomahto.
Edge goes to the corner and bends down, calling for Ciampa to get to his feet. The Sicilian Psychopath slowly rises and Edge comes in for the kill. Ciampa instead knees him right in the face as he's coming in for the Spear! Edge is dazed and Ciampa gives him a Discus Lariat! There's a loud smack from the impact and but Ciampa isn't done there. He pulls Edge back up but Edge bites down on his hand. Ciampa yanks it away and walks to the corner and the ref reprimands Edge. Ciampa walks to the corner. Edge comes up behind him and tries to grab him from behind but Tomasso holds on to the top turnbuckle. He elbows Edge in the side of the head and he tumbles into the ref. Ciampa sees the top turnbuckle is loose and finishes the job, taking it off of the turnbuckle.
Corey Graves: There we go, now he's using his head.
Tom Phillips: Ciampa doesn't need to stoop to Edge's level if you ask me.
Corey Graves: Did you not watch his 7 month championship reign? How else do you think he accomplished that? With hugs and handshakes?
Ciampa comes back over to Edge and lifts him up. He gets him in position for a Powerbomb and brings him to the corner, looking to buckle bomb him. Edge however starts clawing at his eyes and manages to get down. Edge then grabs him and throws him face first into the exposed turnbuckle! Ciampa's face bounces off the corner and he turns away falls to his knees. Edge runs past him and comes off the ropes, coming back with a Spear! Edge makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Edge!
Edge gets handed his championship and he yanks it away, leaving the ring and heading up the ramp to prepare for his contract signing later tonight. As Edge made his way up the ramp, turning to smirk as he did, Ciampa would still be on his back looking at the lights. His opportunity to show he deserved to move up the ladder and he blew it. After taking a second he'd shout for Wardlow to get him a mic, getting to his feet as it was passed to him.
Ciampa: Well, that clearly didn't go as I planned here tonight folks. I hate to say it but Edge has been right.
Ever since I lost Goldie, I've been on a downturn. I've not won a match in a while now. I'm now 1 in my last 4 and it just feels like….
Shaking his head, Ciampa would take a second, looking at the exposed turnbuckle that cost him the match.
Ciampa: Just feels like I'm in a tailspin of sorts. I don't have a title anymore. I lost tonight and frankly I don't know what the future holds anymore.
Now I don't want you people thinking that I'm hanging up the boots or anything, I know that's what you're all thinking but something has to change around here and it needs to start with me. Tonight I stooped to your level Edge, when I didn't need to. That cost me this match, its my own fault, well, time for a change.
The crowd would focus on Ciampa.
Ciampa: Edge, you won here tonight and for now I'll let you focus on Shark Boy but I'm not giving up after this. Like you said yourself, Winners take a loss and learn from it.
I'm going to learn from this and next time when we face, I'm not going to just be standing on the side of the mountain looking up, I'm going to be walking through the fire and come out the other side as UWF Champion, first however I have some Bad Blood to square away.
With that, Ciampas theme would play and he'd get quite a positive reaction from the crowd as he made his way up the ramp.
The scene opens up on Batista getting ready for his match.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Every time I see that I’m going to be facing Seth Rollins, I get eager. Not because he’s anything special but because he’s one of those pricks that’s especially fun to punch. Every time we face off, he spouts off at the mouth like he’s the greatest thing to ever happen to professional wrestling and Paul Heyman does the same thing and it still isn’t true. He wasn’t better than Edge or Shark Boy which is why he’s neither the UWF Champion or the number one contender right now but more importantly, he’s not better than me. And tonight I’m going to send that message to him and every doubter I have with an underline and highlight, because I have an example to set for The Guild and I also have a message to send to Eddie Kingston. Bad Blood doesn’t start in a few weeks, it starts tonight, because trust me I’m going to shed plenty of it between now and then from Seth, from Eddie, and from anyone else foolish enough to get in my way or piss me off.
Things now head elsewhere.
The titatron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kyle O'Reilly!
The Diabetic Dragons trudges into the shoot looking like there are some serious ants at his picnic. His brow is furrowed, his lips are pouty, his arms are crossed. Renee picks up on the cues immediately.
Young: Kyle... uh... hey man, what's the matter?
He kinds kicks his leg out, scuffing his sole against the cold, hard concrete floor as he glares off into the nowhere. Brushing his thumb across his nose, he sniffs and offers up a loaded non-answer.
O'Reilly: Nuthin.
Renee sighs and extends a hand to comfort, then pulls it back, second-guessing how much she actually wants to get involved in whatever this is. But her empathy soon gets the best of her. Young cautiously reaches out to rest a comforting hand on the Human Swiss Army Knife's shoulder.
Young: It's alright. You can tell me. Is it Cody Rhodes? Was he insufferable again?
Kyle pulls backs and scoffs.
KO'R: What? No! Well... I mean... yeah... like he always is. Besides I gonna kick his butt for pay-per-view money at Bad Blood. But that's not it. It's just...
Renee offers up a non-judgmental vibe so Kyle can spill. He sighs big.
KO'R: Uggggggggggggggh... it's... well... okay, so my Granna O'Reilly started dating again. Which is like... whatever. Like I even care that much. It's honestly no big deal.
Young: That's a pretty serious move. It sounds like it might kinda be a big deal.
KO'R: That's not even the bad part! So she's wheeling this guy Manuel. She says he's great but how great could he even be? Like, who'd he ever beat?
Young: How long have they been seeing each other?
O'Reilly sighs again.
KO'R: A while! But that's still not even the bad part!
Young: What's the bad part?
KO'R: Granna invited him over for Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner this weekend!
As a fellow Canuck, the gravity of the situation isn't lost on Renee.
Young: Oh wow. Yeah. I get it now. Things must be getting pretty serious between them.
KO'R: This dirty dawg is gonna roll up to our home, eat MY Dark Meet and probably hog the mashies and then use his stupid little mouth to smooch Granna! Renee... I... I... I think I actually gotta murder this effing Judas priest.
She holds up a cautionary hands.
Young: Whoa now! Hold up a sec! If this guy -
Kyle specifies.
KO'R: Manuel.
Renee nods.
Young: Right. Manuel. If this guy Manuel is making Granna happy, then I think you at least gotta give him a chance, even if he does get a little carried away serving himself the uh... the -
KO'R: Mashies. Mashed potatoes. They're my favourite. Cause I'm -
Young: Irish-Canadian. Of course. Sure. I just really think you gotta try and make things work with Manuel for Granna's sake. She's not getting any younger, after all. She deserves to be happy while they're still time.
BIG sniff from Kyle.
KO'R: Yeah... I guess. I'm just so... so.... soooooooooooo angry. I feel like my bones are nails and my blood is lava. I feel Frieza 3 about to turn into Frieza 4. Spiritually, I mean. Like I'm frothing rage, Renee. FROTHING.
She takes a a quick step back to get some distance before parsing some advice.
Young: Welp, you have a match with Leyton Buzzard coming up right away. Why don't you just... ya know... take it out on him?
Kyle's eyes go wide. Those overcast lips finally see some sunshine and curve into a smile.
KO'R: Hey... yeah! That might work! I'll just pound pretend Buzzard is Manuel and pound his gosh dang friggin head in! I'll... aw snap, I'll turn him into mashies! Thanks for the therapy quicky, Renee! This has been great. Let's do it again next week!
Kyle practically skips away as he gleefully goes to sublimate his anger into violence. Renee clenches her jaw, a little uncertain about what she's unleashed.
Young: No problem... uh... good luck I guess?
But he's already gone! With that, Revolution rolls on!
”I Walk Alone” begins playing, sending the crowd into an uproar as many are booing but there are still fans sprinkled amongst them that are cheering the big man. Without much delay, out he walks and begins making his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!
Batista enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.
Bright yellow spotlights begin to shine throughout the arena immediately garnering the attention of every fan in the building. The lights begin to twinkle and move throughout the arena before fixating the at top of the ramp and changing to a blue tint. The arena then goes dark as the music continues to blare loudly from the Speakers. Suddenly, large poles form a runway down to the ramp, and they instantly light on fire. The fire burns steadily as the camera fixates on the top of the ramp, waiting for the illustrious superstar to make his way out from the back to face the UWF Universe.
Without further adieu, The Visionary Seth Rollins steps out from behind the curtains with his arms extending outwards by his sides. The one and only Paul Heyman, bald head, and all, appears from the backstage area as well following Seth, rubbing his hands and wearing a self-approving look on his face as well.
The fans show their disapproval for the duo by launching incredibly loud boo's in unison that would register on the Richter scale. Seth walks down the ramp, slowly and methodically, his theme music exiting the speakers and entering the atmosphere, making it seem as if a real-life God like figure has just entered everyone’s presence. Seth finally makes his way to the ring, steps up the stairs and enters the ring with his manager behind him. Seth Rollins stands in the middle of the ring with both of his hands out to the side, presenting himself as a mythical being in a sense. The fans react with an even louder negative reaction as he reminds of whom the holder is of the most prestigious championship in the company.
Tony Chimel: Hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
Seth Rollins: Hold on a second there Tony. As you all know I've got an important match coming up a Bad Blood. Far more important than having to deal with Batista right now. So if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be but Roman here, he's been itching for a fight. Go on big dog.
Roman looks at Seth with a dumbfounded look on his face. He's not dressed to compete but enters the ring anyway, ready to do some dirty work.
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DING DING DING
Roman tries to stretch, clearly not prepared to have a match tonight but that makes no difference to the Animal. He rushes forward and scoops up Roman and drives him into the corner. He starts throwing Shoulder Thrusts into the corner and then throws some Standing Clotheslines in the corner, just battering the former International Champion. Reigns manages to shove him away and comes running at him from out of the corner. Batista however catches him with a Spinebuster!
Mauro Ranallo: What an Earth shattering Spinebuster from Batista!
Corey Graves: The Hollywood Animal is not playing around. He's out for blood tonight.
Roman's head bounced off the mat pretty hard and he's looking a bit rocked. He crawls to the ropes but Batista comes over and grabs him from behind. He's trying to pull him away from the ropes but Roman gives him a few back elbows to the side of the head to send Batista reeling. Roman turns around and sees an opening. He runs at Batista and goes for the Superman Punch! Batista ends up catching the punch and pulls Roman down to the mat, almost as if going for a Fujiwara Armbar. Instead he positions himself to place Roman in the End Credits! It's not very long until Roman passes out and the ref calls for the bell.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Hollywood Animal, Batista!
As the referee raises Batista’s arm, he suddenly pulls it away and grabs the microphone from Tony Chimel. He’s pacing the ring as he talks.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: That’s it? That’s my competition for the night? I’m still raring to go! And since I do what I want when I want: Eddie Kingston, I’m not waiting until Bad Blood! Get your ass out here right now and fight me!
Batista throws down the microphone as he’s motioning to the stage for Eddie to bring it. He doesn’t have to wait long as the, “Mad King” comes walking out and starts making his way to the ring. As he slides into the ring, Batista goes to take his head off with a Lariat but Eddie ducks it and as he straightens back up to a vertical base, pops the, “Hollywood Animal” with a Spinning Backfist. Eddie starts throwing a flurry of punches to the dazed big man’s abdomen now and goes into the ropes but as he comes off of them, Batista catches him and plants him with a Spinebuster!
As Batista drops into the mount and starts delivering brutal, MMA style blows, several UWF officials come spilling out from the back and slide into the ring as they pry Big Dave off of Eddie. As Batista’s restrained, Eddie gets up and starts teeing off on him as some more officials hit the ring and start guiding him away. Batista breaks from the pack holding him back and hits a Spear. He tries to stay on Eddie but is restrained again as the other half of officials is making sure Eddie doesn’t instigate any further physicality himself. Once the two are effectively separated, Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene opens with Cody Rhodes sitting in an empty ring in darkness.
They say you can't never have to be afraid of the dark. There have been so many obstacles that I have to face to go through in order to become who I am today. It wasn't easy. All those pain and suffering. Loss after loss. Losing a loved one especially who is my own blood and I am his own child. Nothing hurts me more than that. Nobody in the locker room understands what I have to face. They say I was lucky that I was a son of Dusty Rhodes. That is all to them. I am all but Dusty's son. Nothing else. There were so many people in the company that hated me and doubted that I would ever win any championships. I have proven them all wrong. Now I admit I have run many successful championships in the past. Now things have changed and things haven't gone according to plan lately. But I finally got my last win in a tag team match in which I was paired with Kyle O'Riley.
What happened after was nothing but a slight glimpse of what to come. After he refused to acknowledge the win along with me by my side, he took off and showed me how ungrateful a bastard he truly is. I have respect for the guy. But if he seriously wants to take this to the ring, heck. I don't mind the challenge at all. It would be just a warm up for me to help me prepare for my future battles with new opponents. In speaking of new opponents that I have to face. I got a fatal four-way match tonight against Stone Cold, Trent Seven and the TV Champion himself Trevor Lee. If there were any mistakes that I have ever learned in my wrestling career is never back down from a fight. At Bad Blood, I will give Kyle a one in a lifetime lesson in respect when I kick his sorry ass around the ring. Since he likes to enjoy delivering pain to his opponents in the ring. I will give him a whole lot of pain and I will make that son of bitch suffer. When I make Kyle suffer and then he would learn not to mess with the American Nightmare come Bad Blood.
As for tonight, I am sick and tired of all the talk that all my opponents have to deliver. I am extremely prepared and ready to fight them all. I will deliver one hell of a fight through blood and sweat to get the win. It doesn't matter if that cheating chump Trevor Lee bring his muscle Butcher with him. I will take him out before he step foot into that very ring. As for Stone Cold, we had many battles in the early days of UWF. This time, things won't be as different as the last time. As you see, I will make sure to give you one hell of a mudhole stomping beatdown when I kick your ass back into retirement. I will make sure to drink some fucking beer and sprays them right all over your old drunk ass back to Texas cause Cody Rhodes said so. Now onto Trent Seven, a man of many words and talent. You are quite the ordinary competitor that have competed in the UK where you are well famous. You called yourself the judge and executioner, and all. I am sorry to break the news to you old chap. The only man who will be the judge and executioner is me because I will pin you for the three count and give you a beating that you have never had before. When it is all said and done. Trent you will be nothing but another prey that has fallen victim to yours truly. Because when I win, you and the rest will be haunted in your dreams by none other than the American Nightmare.
Tonight, it will be a new beginning and a new era where the American Nightmare will shine. Everyone else will just disappear in the dust and your future champion is here. His name will be none other than the American Nightmare.....Cody Rhodes!
The scene fades and ends with Cody staring into the camera with angry eyes.
We go backstage where Shark Boy is sitting down in the locker room himself nursing a Sharkweiser watching the Revolution show roll on the monitor when suddenly a door can be heard opening and shutting... Shark Boy looks up with almost concern.
Shark Boy: What the shell are you doin' here?
The camera turns and is met with the sight of Shark Boy's perennial sidekick, brother in arms and former tag team partner - former UWF Hardcore Champion, Grado who is all smiles seemingly to see his old buddy.
Grado: Well I was just in town and I'm comin' back from another injury so I thought I'd swing by and see if I can get masel booked on the show - how've ye been?, ye ready for the big match at Bad Blood?
Shark Boy looks Grado up and down before extending a hand, both men shake hands before Shark Boy pulls Grado in for a brotherly hug.
Shark Boy: You big dumb Scottish son of a fish - you know you shouldn't be here right?. That crazy bastard Edge is dead-set on endin' my career he's doing everything he can to get to me.
Grado: Look - I've been through it all, I've been put through glass, set on fire, barbed wire, flamin' tables - the lot... and I'm still standin'. If you 'hink I'm going to feart of Edge, yer ontae plums. Unless... you're feart?
Shark Boy: There ain't a man alive that Shark Boy fears Grado, you know that - I know you can handle yourself...we've been in that ring enough times together that I know you're one of the toughest sons of fishes to ever cross the Atlantic Sea. But I'm tellin' ya... I'm glad to see ya, I really am and maybe one day you'll get yourself back with the UWF and cod knows, they could do with a guy like you and I'll put in the word but I've gotta go out there and sign the contract tonight... just... keep your eyes peeled okay?
Grado: I've fought monsters, demons, vampires, giants and devil-worshipers... I think I'll be fine wi' some angry da... you just make sure you beat the big dafty at Bad Blood alright... I dare say the UWF Champion might have a bit of stroke to get an auld pal booked? - I've been on at EC3 for ages and I'm gettin' nowt!
Shark Boy chuckles a bit before putting an arm around Grado.
Shark Boy: Once I whip Edge's bass at Bad Blood... maybe I'll need a bit of protection, maybe I'll get the old band back together. But in the meantime... don't go crazy in catering and remember... eyes in the back of your head, now I gotta go sign a damn contract for a title match.
With a final pat on the shoulder Shark Boy leaves the locker room and the door closes behind him leaving his old friend alone as we go elsewhere.
Chimel: The following contest is a Non-title Fatal 4-Way match and is set for one-fall!
Stone Cold Steve Austin is already waiting in the ring. He must have come out during the commercial break.
Chimel: From Atlanta, Georgia... 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 as he climbs into the ring.
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.
Chimel: Next, 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 other opponents to come out.
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. Notably absent is the Butcher following his confrontation with Buzzard earlier in the show.
Chimel: And finally .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. 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, each of the four men in the takes to a different corner. Tony steps out and the Referee calls for the bell!
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DING DING
Mere seconds after the bell sounds, Lee drops flat to the canvas and rolls under the ropes, evacuating the ring to a chorus of boos. The Mayor puts up his hands, to sooth the raucous mob as he takes a moment to scope things out at ringside.
Graves: To people boo during basketball games when a team takes a time out? No? Then why I are they hating on Trevor Lee right now? I just don't understand it.
Phillips: I think wrestling fans prefer it when the wrestlers wrestle, Corey.
Ranallo: With three men in the ring now, we really don't even need the Mayor of Harlan to continue anyway.
Mauro's right. Austin shoots a scowl towards the TV Champ, disapproving of his cowardice. Just that little distraction is all the opening Trent Seven needs to run in and clock the Texas Rattlesnake with a forearm shiver. Rhodes hustles over to get in the action. When Steve returns fire, the wily Brit ducks his haymaker. Cody shows up just in time to take it to the chin.
The Son of a Son of a Plumber stumbles away with a mouthful of loose teeth. Seven pops right back up with a European Uppercut to Austin. This sends him backing up into the nearby turnbuckle. Trent snags a wrist and pulls Steve back, looking for an Irish Whip, but Steve plants his feet and counters, instead launching the Englishman across the ring.
Seven slams chest-first into the opposite post. He backs away, hands clutching his torso as he gasps for air. His eyes are glued shut as he winces, so he never sees a recovered Rhodes coming. Cody hits the ropes and flies through the sky to blast the guy with a Disaster Kick!
Phillips: Beautiful Disaster from Cody Rhodes! The American Nightmare is bringing out the big guns early!
Ranallo: Lee's Television Championship may not be on the line tonight, but a win for any of his opponents would certainly put them in line for a title match in the future, I would think.
The limey goes down like a sack of potatoes after taking a shinbone upside the head. Landing nearby, Rhodes sprawls to try for the pin...
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Austin jumps into break that thing up pronto. He yanks the blondie off of Seven, and throws him away like yesterday's trash. Rhodes is sent running towards the ropes. Rather than bounce back, however, he vaults himself over the top cable and comes crashing down on Lee!
It's like a gosh dang car wreck next to the squared circle. Bodies everywhere bent any which way. Rhodes finds the gumption to get himself up on shaky legs, and with a fist pump, he rallies the capacity crowd into his corner. They love the spots and the heroism and all that jazz.
Graves: Who would have ever thought we'd hear a UWF crowd cheering Cody Rhodes' name?
Ranallo: Time changes everything. I'm not even sure if Trevor Lee had started wrestling when Cody Rhodes won his first world championship.
Back in the ring, Austin pulls Seven up to his feet by the scruff of the neck. Holding him steady with one hand on the man bun, Steve pulls back and uncorks a heck of a right hand right into Trent's kisser. The Brit is sent waltzing off on wobbly legs. The Rattlesnake pursues him like his nicknamesake, but Seven cuts him off on the way in with a well-timed knee to the midsection. That sets up a spinning backfist. Even though that lands flush, Austin stays standing. He's tougher than a two dollar steak, after all.
Surprised by the grit but never discouraged, Seven hits another knee to the tummy but this time he uses it to set up Steve for a Snap Suplex! All two-hundred-and-a-half pounds of Texan are driven fast and furious into the canvas. Seven rolls over to make the pin...
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Austin shoves him off after the first count. Seven gets right back to his feet, hits the ropes, and rushes back to throw himself on top of Steve with a Senton! His fully body weight smushes down on Steve's torso. The Brit rolls himself over and tries for a second pint attempt...
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Rhodes grabs his ankle and pulls him to the outside at two! Trent lands on his feet right in front of the American Nightmare, who proceeds to clip him with an uppercut in the style of his older brother. Seven's head snaps back. He's seeing stars. Rhodes capitalizes on his vulnerable state and rolls him right back into the ring.
Phillips: These Fatal 4-Way matches are so unpredictable! Just when you think somebody's about to win, another competitor jumps in to take the lead!
Graves: I know that better than anybody. I was literally seconds away from winning the International Championship in a match just like this at Wrestlemania IV and Rey Mysterio stole it out from under me.
Ranallo:FTC?
Graves: FTC.
Cody climbs in after Seven, but as he's coming through the ropes, that sneaky Englishman snags him with a Schoolboy! Rhodes gets curled up, shoulders to the mat, and the Ref is right there to count it...
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No! Austin breaks it up at two! The Rattlesnake pulls Seven up off the ground as he's standing. Trent shoves him away as soon as he's on his feet, livid that Steve just cost him the match. The Texan flips him double birds, making it clear he doesn't give a heck. Trent throws a punch his way but Austin blocks it and shoots one back of his own. It lands so far that it has Seven spinning - he makes the most of that momentum and throws a spinning backfist. Austin ducks it this time but as he gets back up again, Seven is right there to catch him with a boot to the midsection.
A knee lift follows that, and now that Steve's proper woozy, Seven takes a wrist and wraps him up for that Seven Star Lariat. He ripcords Austin out Rainmaker-style. As he goes to pull him back in close, though, Austin ducks. Seven follows through with so much vim and vigor that he stumbles haphazardly right towards Rhodes as he's getting up. Cody catches him in the guts, hooks his neck, and plants him into the mat with a Silver Spoon DDT!
Ranallo: Ooh, a bit of a throwback from Rhodes! I like it!
Phillips: Will it be enough to keep Seven down?
Graves: Trent came up in the UK's seediest carnivals, taking on bareknuckle brawlers and dock workers for pennies years before that scene ever took off. I think he's surprised a lot of the roster with how tough he is - Rhodes might learn that same lesson now.
Cody hooks a leg to try his luck with a cover...
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Would Trent have kicked out? We'll never know! Trevor Lee comes out friggin nowhere off that top rope with a Cave In! He lands his boots right on Cody's spine, breaking up the pin and maybe some bones while he's at it. The Mayor rolls away and Rhodes rolls off.
Lee looks up and sees how messed up The American Nightmare is. He scrambles over like eggs to shoot the half on the Second Generation Sensation. The Official drops down to make the count...
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Stone Cold drops a grouchy elbow across the back of the Mayor's neck to spoil the finish. He then attempts to haul Trevor to a vertical base. On the way up, Lee explodes forward like a missile and headbutts Steve fight on the bridge of the nose. Austin reels away, blood spouting from his nostrils.
Ranallo: Oof! That's gotta hurt! Austin might very well have a broken nose!
Graves: A busted nose hampers your breathing, it can swell your eyes shut, make you dizzy - Austin is in a world of trouble here.
Rather than pursuing Austin, though, Trevor's snake eyes shift towards Trent Seven, who is still lying prone. Lee crawls in that direction and hooks a leg, beckoning the Referee over to count it...
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Seven was just pretending to still be hurt! Lie a venus fly trap, the moment he has his prey in his clutches, he strikes. Seven counters the pin attempt with one of his own, rolling Lee up with a tight crucifix to steal the match!
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Austin makes the save again! He's bloodied up as all heck, but the veteran has the wherewithal to get in there in the nick of time.
Lee rolls away towards the edge of the ring following the split. Seven pops right back up to his feet, the fury of hell in his eyes as Austin costs him yet again. He clobbers Stone Cold with a brutal forearm shiver. Austin responds in kind and follows up with a second. When he tries for a three-piece, Trent catches his arm, spins him around to a straight jacket hold, then ripcords him right back looking for the Seven Star Lariat.
Steve cuts that off with a boot to the guts. Trent doubles over, Austin turns, hooks the chin, and goes for the Stunner! Seven shoves him away before he can land it. The Texan is sent tumbling towards a kneeling Rhodes, who makes the most of this opportunity and snags a roll-up on Austin as he comes by! The Referee hurries over to make the count...
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Seven breaks it up by booting Rhodes in the back of the head.
Phillips: Yet another close call.
Graves: The longer this match goes, the more tired, the more hurt everyone gets - it won't be long now until they're too slow to make these saves. Something's gotta give.
Seven pulls Cody to his feet and whips him across the ring. Trevor Lee is standing near the rope on the far side and catches Rhodes when he gets over there, popping him up and over the ropes. The Rollercodester manages to land on the apron. He gets some cheers from the fans for the feat, but the moment is short lived. The Mayor hears the cheering and knows something is up. He pivots on a dime, drops down and hits a low dropkick to Cody's shins through the ropes, sending the Nightmare crashing down to the floor.
Across the ring, Seven pulls Austin to his feet. He wraps him up one more time, spins him around and nails a Seven Star Lariat with extreme prejudice. Stone Cold has clearly irked the Englishman, who drops down and definitively hooks a leg...
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Lee pulls Seven off just before the three count and tosses him through the ropes! Trent spills out on to the arena floor as the TV Champ drops on to Austin to steal the win!
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DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
TREVOR LEE!
Lee breaths a sigh of relief as the Referee comes over to raise his arm. Trent Seven watches on from ringside, agitated to have had the match stolen right out from underneath him like that. On the far side of the squared circle's perimeter, Cody pulls himself up and shakes the cobwebs to find the match is already over. He pounds the apron in frustration.
Graves: How good is Trevor Lee? The Mayor of Harlan just stymied three elite challengers en route to defending his title - and the honor of his community - against that maniac Leyton Buzzard at Bad Blood.
Phillips: Seven had this thing won, but credit where it's due, Lee found a way to pull it off at the last minute.
Ranallo: I get the feeling that Trent Seven isn't just going to let that go.
Seven's glare at Lee while peacocks around the ring lowers towards Austin, who's only now just starting to get up. The Brit looks like he has an ax to grind with the Rattlesnake, but that'll have to wait because Revolution rolls on!
The cameras open up backstage in “Danhausen’s Lair” where the man himself is stood collecting his thoughts.
Danhausen
Well this is quite an interesting set of developments that have been set in stonehausen tonight. Danhausen’s current arch nemesis taking on his previous arch nemesis, for the right to make the ultimate claim on who was humbled by Danhausen the most.
Danhausen
Danhausen has analysed how events this summer have shaped the lay of the land that we inhabit today and knows that with a little bit of reverse fortune, it’s Danhausen who could have wound up as Ultimate Wrestling Champion instead of Sledge. But as much as Danhausen longs for an opportunity to make the challenge for that prize, he knows that he must first further assert himself in his current position as Intercointinental Champion by closing the current chapter in his rivalry with Italian Tom.
Danhausen
Danhausen appreciates that there is a peace of mindhausen of some sort ahead of the match at Red Evil knowing that win or lose he will still have the title in his possession. But that is not going to deter him from going out there and making sure the jobhausen gets done right, because to share negative thoughts and feelings towards Danhausen is to leave yourself open to a fate worse than Danhausen’s very evil, very famous cursing methods. Anyways, Danhausen is off to go and grab some popcorn ahead the main event in order to help make it slightly more bareable. As always, Love That Danhausen!… or face the consequences!…
Danhausen goes for his traditional arms raised cursing pose as the camera fades out to a commercial break.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
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: And his opponent…..
"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…
As the referee rings the bill, Kyle and Leyton both circle each other, neither allowing the other to get the advantage, Kyle sticks out a hand and Leyton grabs it but this was a ploy by the veteran technician who manages a rolling takeover to take Leyton down to the ground, attempting an armbar but Leyton uses his superior agility to slip out, getting back to his feet and flipping off Kyle as he does. Kyle looks at the gesture and Leyton beckons him to get up. Kyle does that but doesn’t go for anything, once again taking the opportunity to size up his opponent. Trying to catch Leyton off guard Kyle charges with a line but the younger wrestler drops down and as Kyle comes back goes for an Enzuguri but the diabetic warrior manages to grab the leg and turn it round into an Ankle Lock, Leyton dropping to the ground.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to this go home edition of Revolution. We are just a few short days away from Bad Blood and right now we’re seeing some Bad Blood form between the two men in this ring.
Tom Phillips: Thats right if you’ve just tuned in you’ve missed a relatively equal affair neither man getting the advantage until now were O’Reilly locked in that vicious ankle lock, trying to take away the speed and vertical base of Leyton Buzzard.
Corey Graves: You’re right there Phillips, Leyton Buzzard is the type of guy to use that speed and agility, take it away and you’ll back him into a corner. Only time will tell if this one ankle lock will change the game.
Back in the ring and O’Reilly is twisting on the ankle lock, the referee is asking Leyton if he gives up but O’Reilly refuses to tap. Managing to extend far enough he grabs the rope and the referee starts the count, Kyle lets go at four, using as much of the count as he can. Seeing his prey on the ground he would go to pick up Leyton but the younger man manages to push Kyle off this time and into the ropes, as quick as he can, Leyton gets onto his feet and hits the Enziguri which knocks Kyle back and through the ropes, Leyton then gets some feeling back in his damaged ankle and hits a Springboard Lariat to the outside, knocking both men down but Leyton grabs his ankle when he lands.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, Leyton Buzzard throwing caution to wind and hitting Kyle O’Reilly with hellacious springboard lariat to the outside.
Tom Phillips: The momentum swinging to the side of Leyton Buzzard in that exchange but I don’t know if you all noticed when he landed outside, he grabbed at his ankle.
Corey Graves: Well seeing as he landed right in front of us and i’m not blind Phillips, yes I noticed that. Give props to Leyton for being determined but he’s facing Trevor Lee in a few days, might want to make sure he can actually walk to the ring.
On the outside, Kyle and Leyton get back to their feet at the same time but Leyton slightly wobbles on that damaged ankle, Kyle notices this and as Leyton turns round, Kyle hits a stomp to the damaged ankle, causing Leyton to drop again. The referee admonishes Kyle and continues the outside count, currently at five. Kyle slides Leyton back into the ring and stretches the damaged ankle out before going top rope and hitting a knee drop onto the ankle, Leyton howls in pain. Kyle goes for a cover.
Mauro Ranallo: Kyle O’Reilly just showing his authority over Leyton Buzzard here, as Corey said Leyton might be lucky if he is going to be able to walk into Bad Blood.
Tom Phillips: Leyton is a fighter Mauro, he’s proven that plenty tonight but Corey is right, he needs to start playing this smart, Kyle might be a nice guy but he is also as brutal to his opponents as his diabetes is to his blood sugar.
Corey Graves: Well, strange analogy aside, its great to hear you two finally coming round to the rational side of things by agreeing with me. I like Leyton, I see a lot of myself in him but he needs to screw that head on and work a way to win this match or hell just recover.
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Leyton kicks out at two but Kyle doesn’t give him anytime to recover, Kyle flips Leyton over and locks in a Triangle Choke, looking to choke the living daylights out of Leyton. The referee checks on Leyton who already seems to be turning a bit blue, however in his rush to lock in the choke, Kyle left his shoulders down and Leyton notices this, using some momentum he rolls Kyle up for a pin attempt but Kyle lets go and tries to kick up on Leyton but Leyton grabs the leg and locks in an ankle lock of his own but Kyle manages to get to the ropes quick and Leyton lets go after a three count. Leyton backs up and shrugs at Kyle, Kyle once again goes for a Lariat but Leyton manages to duck and hit the Handspring Back Elbow, seeing that Kyle is down, Leyton looks at the top rope and decides to climb it.
Mauro Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard is back in business, trying to beat Kyle at his own game with that ankle lock but the veteran instincts of O’Reilly squashed that but his frustrations got him a back elbow for his troubles.
Tom Phillips: The heart, the drive and being the UWF stud has revitalized Leyton, if he hits this from the top rope, it’ll be over for Kyle.
Corey Graves: Ah, he should have went for the pin, that elbow knocked Kyle sideways and he looks to be out, could have been enough to pin Kyle there but he needs that flash.
Back in the ring, Leyton looks like he’s going for that moonsault but then something distracts him, the camera pans and we see that The Butcher, Trevor Lee’s personal muscles, has made his way to ringside. The referee tells Butcher to get out of here but the big man is staring daggers at Leyton. Leyton looks at Kyle and then looks at Butcher. An anger masks his face and he hits a big crossbody on Butcher, catching him off guard. Leyton picks up Butcher and throws him over the barricade into the crowd. Leyton lays the boots into the big man but doesn’t notice the referee is counting.
Mauro Ranallo: The Butcher making his presence known, no doubt sent out here by his boss, Trevor Lee, to scout the man Lee is facing at Bad Blood.
Tom Phillips: Leyton taking a moment to decide who to go after and he picked the Butcher. Weeks of animosity between Lee and Buzzard just boiled over but it looks like it is going to cost Leyton this match.
Corey Graves: This is what i’m talking about, Leyton needs to keep his head in the game and not get distracted so easily. He will have his time with Lee, time to focus on Kyle.
Back in the ring the referee is still counting, up to a count of seven now. Kyle has recovered and is on his feet but seems content to let Leyton be, even waving off the referee who seems to try to get him to be a mediator. Leyton and Butcher make it to the stands above the crowd and Leyton knocks Butcher over and into the crowd, Leyton looking from above. Its at this moment Leyton seems to realize what is happening but its too late.
Referee: ……9……..10, ring the bell.
Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY………. COUNT OUT, KYLE O’REILLY.
As the referee tries to lift Kyles arm, he snatches it away. He clearly happy to win like that, rolling out the ring he would look up to were Leyton is standing and flips him off, shouting that they’re not done. Kyle would make his way up the ramp. The crowd then turns their attention to Leyton, a look of anger on his face and in his eyes. Turning his back to the downed Butcher, Leyton would Moonsault from the entrance stand and hit Butcher. Getting back up he would tell Butcher to warn Lee that he’s next before limping away and we move on in Revolution.
As Revolution rolls on, it rolls TO THE BACK~! with the current UWF Television Champion, Trevor Lee, being seen entering the office of one Ethan Carter the Third. With the title around his waist and his attire all done up following such a tough fatal 4-way match earlier in the night, Lee's all smiles as he steps up to the desk of the company's owner.
Trevor Lee: "Well, well, well, well, well, well, well...howdy there, mista' Carter. Now, I do apologize for droppin' on in unnanounced, I know that ya' gotta' be a busy man, runnin' this 'ere show an' all, but I just want to try an' clear somethin' up 'bout that there U-Dubya-Eff Television Title defense that ya' done got me scheduled for 'gainst that..."
Struggling to contain his anger even just by mentioning HIS name, Lee forces a grin.
Trevor Lee: "...Lovely challenger ya' got all lined up for me. Now, I know that the pay-per-view is called Bad Blood for a reason, that much ain't exactly lost on me, I ain't the smartest man in the room mosta' the time but I ain't exactly the dullest cleaver in the drawer either, y'know? But ah, that don't really matter right now, what matters is the fact that ya' done an' put us inside o' a steel cage. Now, I know that ya' probably thinkin' to ya'self that I had asked for this type o' matchup durin' my little...incident in the ring just a week ago, an' yeah, that's what I had asked for at the time, but the op-er-a-tive word there's 'at the time'."
Clasping his hands together, Lee gives a look at EC3 like this is going to be the toughest sales pitch of his life.
Trevor Lee: "Cause ya' see, mista' Carter, I done gone thought 'bout that match at Bad Blood, thought 'bout it long an' hard I did, an' the conclusion I came to was that, well, the steel cage...well, it's just plain unnecessary, y'know? I mean, it ain't like I gone an' lost a match by countout 'gainst him. Every time I've faced off wit' that...darlin' challenger o' mine, I've either beaten 'em, or...well...I can't really explain why Andy gone an' quote-unquote 'saved' me back at Summerslam - I ain't order 'em to do anythin' but stay in the back an' watch me retain this 'ere piece o' Harlan Gold o' mine, y'know? So the more I thought on it, the more I realized that the whole steel cage just don't make sense, now does it? I mean, who's gonna want to see me trapped in a steel cage wit' a guy like 'em anyways?"
With the fans giving an uproarous cheer at the thought of Leyton getting his hands on Trevor Lee WITHOUT any escape for the champion, Lee remains oblivious to the sound.
Trevor Lee: "Nobody, that's the answer right there, ain't nobody gonna' pay any money to watch me an' 'em get trapped inside a steel cage, I tell ya' what, so why don't we just scrap the cage all together, an' put it onto a match that's more deservin' o' the Bad Blood show title? I hear that Cody an' Kyle O'Reilly 'ave been havin' some real hard times recently-"
FINALLY, Lee is cut off by EC3.
EC3: Alright I'm going to have to cut you off right there. The worst thing a promoter can do is go back on his word. I was actually planning on calling you down to my office and chewing you out for that but then Maxine informed me that the minute you and Leyton in a steel cage match was announced, we moved a hefty amount of tickets. So congratulations Lee, you really do know what the people want. Maybe you really are cut out to be mayor. But don't worry, I know The Butcher won't be interfering in this match. I've already made the decision to bar him from the arena.
Hearing these words from the boss, Lee sputters, trying and failing to come up with some sort of response...but eventually, he wipes the smirk off of his face.
Trevor Lee: "...Y'know what? Fine. That...that's just fine, Mista' Carter. Ya' wanna' make sure that my challenger's got a fair shot, an' make sure Andy's got a good day off so he can go practice for his band? Ya' wanna make some good use o' that steel cage, do ya? Well, I'll be sure to use it well, I'll use it so well that the face o' that Bristol born-bastard bears the same pattern as the cage bars have, after I smash him into the dang wall over an' over an' over an' OVER AN' OVER AN' OVER AN' OVER AN' OVER AN' OVER AN' OVER AN'-"
Finally, Lee catches himself, sputters once more, and after a few seconds, gives a false smile to the boss.
Trevor Lee: "...A-Anyways, mista' Carter, I hope ya' have a fantastic rest o' ya' evenin', an' do be sure to make sure that steel cage is built reeeeeal nice...don't want a wall to come loose if one o' us gets their face smashed against it too hard, now would we?"
And with that, the TV Champion walks off, smirking once more, especially as, once he is out of Ethan's vision, he ever so slightly tilts the first painting he sees, taking the smallest form of petty revenge possible against the man who has just caused his plan to blow up in his face.
We head backstage where Kayla Braxton runs up on Sami, ready for an interview.
Kayla Braxton: Excuse me, Sami.
Sami Zayn: Ah ah ah, where's Renee.
Kayla Braxton: I told you last week, she doesn't want anything to do with you.
Sami Zayn: Too bad, it's her job to interview me.
Kayla Braxton: We have more than just one interviewer.
Sami Zayn: Like who?
Kayla Braxton: Me.
Sami Zayn: Who are you again? Look it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Dean Ambrose is not in the building tonight. Do you want to know why? Because the greatest tag team in UWF history made it's return last week and we picked up right where we left off. The Dynamic Duo was in full swing and we defeated one of the Goats and another man who should be at the level in time. Becky hadn't wrestled in forever and she looked top notch. Unfortunately she's a busy woman and can't be signed full time but no worries, you still get to see your Forever Champion here each and every week.
Kayla Braxton: Well you've never had a lack of confidence so I assume you've come up with a good gameplan for your match next Sunday.
Sami Zayn: Oh don't you wish you knew what I know! It's going to be glorious. Bad Blood is what the ring's going to be filled with when I beat Dean Ambrose from pillar to post not once, but twice! McKayla, I haven't been pinned in singles action in over 3 months. After I wipe the floor with Dean Ambrose, who else do you think should be next in line for the UWF Championship? Shark Boy's bound to whiff it again, Seth Rollins has yet to win a match since losing the UWF Championship. Who's my competition? Batista? Eddie Kingston? The correct answer? No one! But don't worry Cathy, I'll have more to discuss with Renee after Bad Blood. Todaloo!
Zayn walks off leaving Kayla sighing as the show moves on.
We cut to the ring where EC3 is standing by. His music is playing and there's a table in the middle of the ring with two chairs on either side and a clipboard by him. Security is littered throughout the ringside area and it's clear we're here for a good old fashioned contract signing. EC3 motions for his music to be cut and he raises the mic to speak.
EC3: After weeks of sneak attacks and brawls involving the authorities, I think it's time we finally sit these two men down and put pen to paper. As you can see, I've hired extra security here tonight. I want to make sure that the main event of Bad Blood goes off without a hitch. When it comes to the match, I don't care how bad you guys beat each other up but for right now, I want to keep the contact between the two as minimal as possible. So without further ado, allow me to introduce the challenger to the UWF Championship, Shark Boy!
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The glass shatters and the crowd jump to their feet with excitement as Accept's 'Fast as a Shark' hits the PA system and Shark Boy walks out onto the stage. He locks eyes with EC3 and all the security that surround ringside. Shark Boy doesn't let it deter him as he immediately stomps down the ramp making a beeline for the ring. Shark Boy walks round to the ring steps and takes each step with conviction before he steps through the ropes into the ring. Shark Boy locks eyes with a former foe in EC3 before he walks straight past him and onto the top rope where he throws his fists in the air and signals for the title belt around his waist. Shark Boy then hops down and stands close to EC3 his jaw jacking in his ear as EC3 raises the microphone to his mouth.
EC3: And now the current reigning and defending UWF Champion, Edge!
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 current UWF Champion, as they shower boos upon him as he stalks down the ramp, title wrapped around his waist. However, Edge doesn't stop for his pyro this time, just keeps his steady pace to the ring, up the stairs and right up to the table, where he grabs the microphone meant for him. Edge doesn't remove his gaze from Shark Boy and neither man budges. EC3 sees that he'll have to move things along and is the first of the three to speak.
EC3: Now if the champion would like to speak first-
Before Edge can get a chance to speak, Shark Boy cuts in.
Shark Boy: EH-EH!... That ain't the way we're doin' things, son... I got something to say to Edge and I want him to hear it. Two weeks ago you laid Shark Boy out on the mat... layin' in a pool of my own damn blood. You stood there the mask in hand, the belt in the other and you stood there lookin' like you'd already won... well Edge let me tell ya you ain't won shrimp!. I can see in your eyes that beatin' Shark Boy at Bad Blood and retainin' the title ain't gon' cut if for ya. And I know why... because I exposed ya. The whole world knows that kind of a sick, sadistic son of a fish you are... they've known it for years. But now?... now your little kids at home know what kind of a twisted bastard their daddy is...
Edge is staring a hole through Shark Boy shaking his head as Shark Boy continues.
But at the end of the day Edge, this ain't about your lil' home, your car with the brick shaped hole in the windscreen or even the lawn I pissed on before I knocked on that door... and it sure as shell ain't about your damn kids... it's about that belt you've got there. See, to get that belt - you had to become King of The Ring at my expense. Another opportunity gone, back down the ladder for ol' Shark Boy but it ain't gon' happen this time. I said from the minute you grabbed those tights and stole the match at Final Battle that I will do anything and everything to get my hands on that UWF Championship... and alls fair in love and war Edge and believe me, this is a war. I brought it to your house and you brought it straight back and here we stand about to tear each other limb from limb at Bad Blood and I hope you bring all that bile and all that venom into Bad Blood because you're gon' need it all to beat me. I ain't walking out of Bad Blood empty handed... I've done that too much since I came back to UWF... nah son, come shell or high water...I'm walking out of Bad Blood the new UWF Champion!
The crowd cheers Shark Boy's declaration, firmly behind the everyman's hero. Edge shows little emotion during these proceedings, besides the palpable disdain for the challenger. Edge now raises the microphone to speak.
Edge
You know, you're right Shark Boy. You won't leave Bad Blood empty handed. Because you'll be walking out of the arena with your head in your hands as you fail again. IF you walk out of the arena under your own power, that is.
The crowd does not enjoy the less than subtle threat from the champion, but he can't hear them now. Just his own thoughts and the fire pumping through his veins causing him to hear every heartbeat in his ears.
Edge
You wanna talk about my family seeing "the real me" and play yourself off as the heroic whistleblower who brought it all to pass? How about we talk about the real you, the one we saw just the tiniest glimpse of when you broke into my home. You can continue to play to the crowd, pretend that you're just like them. A hard worker who is suck of being kept down by "The Man". But you get to do something they all can't. You can see that "the game" is rigged against you and play dirty right back. I mean, you know you're good enough to be the best, so what's the harm in taking some shortcuts to get there? What's the harm in striking first, when they're least expecting it? And who am I to condemn that kind of behavior when I've made it an integral part of my skillset as a wrestler. That's the difference. You exposed the real me to the only two people in the world who didn't already know who the real me was. You're exposing the real you to the nearly eight billion people who live on this planet. I hid who I truly was from them so that when the journey is complete, they can watch my actions knowing the full context of their end goal, the betterment of the UWF. To raise the grades of every single wrestler in that locker room, whether they stick around or leave so someone better takes their spot. Knowing that every heinous action and selfish act I commit to succeed and hold onto my success was to make every single person who stands across from me better. That's why I hid my actions from my kids. So why do you hide who you truly are from these fans? And when you did decide to take the "Whatever it takes" road, why did you only show off a fraction of what you and I both know you really are? I don't really care what the answer to that question is, you lost the chance at mercy from me when you stepped onto my property. But the reason I didn't go the whole nine yards two weeks ago is so that when I beat you, again, at Bad Blood, I'll take away the drive and persistence that Shark Boy is known for. Because Shark Boy isn't known for wrestling five star classics, technical wizardry, flashy flips, none of that. Shark Boy is known for being tough, taking a punch and throwing one in return that's harder. Getting knocked down and back up, no matter how many times in total, until you're the only one left standing. But now, add to that toughness a desire to take, no matter what rules are broken or bent. So when you're willing to go the whole nine yards and still don't have what it takes to match me, then the myth of Shark Boy is over, as long as I hold this...
Edge now unstraps the UWF Championship from his waist and holds it up high for a moment, a smile on his face. He then places the belt on the table and in it's stead, picks up the clipboard.
Edge
At Bad Blood, you're going to wish that you went even further than you did when you broke into my home. When you totaled my car and forced my children to walk in the cold to their bus stop each day for school while it gets fixed. You're going to wish that EC3 didn't get you off the hook for assault and that you were sitting in a jail cell instead of in the ring against me. At Final Battle, I repaid you a kindness that you showed me by breaking the count outside of the ring. It's not my fault you were caught off guard by my tactics afterwards. But at Bad Blood, do not expect that same kindness. Your body will live up to the pay per view's name, as you will be covered in your own blood by the end of the match.
Edge puts pen to paper on the match contract and tosses it onto the table, staring down Shark Boy all the while.
Shark Boy: You sure ya wanna sign that big man - because trust me, you're signing that title away right now... and it's funny Edge because you stood there and ya waxed lyrical about why you do what you do. You wanna stand across from me and make out as if these people don't see the real Shark Boy. It ain't like that and it's funny because CM Punk stood there last month and said the same damn thing. As far as Shark Boy is concerned, I'm as real as it gets. I say it like it is, I'm an honest man... I just want the glory, I don't give a damn about the fame. These people cheer me not because I pander to them... I don't come out here smilin', kissin' babies and huggin' kids. I come out here, I tell someone I'm gonna open up a can of bass whip and then I go ahead and open said can of bass whip. I don't pander to the people because I am the damn people Edge and as silly as that may sound comin' from the guy in the shark mask with all the teeth - it's the realest damn thing that's been said in this ring ever since you opened that trap of yours...
Shark Boy has the people firmly on his side despite Edge's inquisitions.
I've always been about whatever it takes because it's all I have. You're right Edge, I ain't a technical wizard, I ain't a work-rate guy, I ain't a body guy... some might say I'm just a gimmick but at the end of the day I'm a fighter. I took the fight to you Edge and like you said... what's wrong with taking the first strike?. At Bad Blood... yeah, I might be covered in my own blood, it wouldn't be the first time but I'm also gonna be covered in your blood Edge. It ain't gon' be pretty, it's gon' be blood and guts son but at the end of the day - come shell or high water - I'm walkin' out of Bad Blood with that...
Shark Boy pokes a finger into the UWF Championship as security get a bit angsty.
and that's the fishin' line... cos Shark Boy said so!
The crowd join in with Shark Boy's signature line much to Edge's chagrin. Shark Boy gets himself a pen and leans in the sign the contract.
Edge
Actually Shark Boy, I got one more thing for you to sign if you don't mind.
Edge reaches into his back pocket and pulls out another piece of paper. EC3 gives it a look over and nods. He hands it off to Shark Boy who starts to read it.
Edge
That right there is a restraining order. Aside from our match next Sunday, you are not allowed within 500 feet of me or my family ever again you got that?
Shark Boy shakes his damn head. A bitch move for sure but Sharky ain't got a problem with it. He clicks the pen to sign it but Edge stops him.
Edge
Actually that's not for Shark Boy to sign. It's actually addressed to a Mr. Dean Matthew Roll. So in order to make sure it's actually you underneath that mask, you'll have to unmask so the court official can see you.
The fans boo loudly, Edge's attempt to publicly shame and embarrass Shark Boy but it is a legally binding thing he has to sign.
Corey Graves: This is brilliant!
Tom Phillips: This is a low blow, even by Edge's standards.
Corey Graves: Are you kidding me? Shark Boy, excuse me, Dean Matthew Rolls brought this on himself!
Shark Boy looks around, contemplating how to go about this whole thing but Edge is quick to step in.
Edge
Now hold on Sharky, unlike you, I'm not a monster. As much as I want to look upon the face of the bastard that threatened my family, I know you've got an identity to protect. I know how important masks are in wrestling and I would never do anything to damage your masks reputation.
Edge motions for something and a few security guards reach under the ring and pull out a couple of metal poles with a curtain attached to them. They bring it into the ring and set it up around Shark Boy.
Edge
This should help you have some privacy.
Edge and he court official goes into the curtained off area and watches as Shark Boy takes off his mask. Both of them. You can only see the top of their heads, Edge's more than Shark Boy's due to the height difference. Edge is staring intently at Shark Boy before you can see Shark Boy bend down to sign. Edge however gives Shark Boy a shove and he falls back, nearly going out of the curtain and exposing his face! Lots of camera flashes go off for the cool visual even though it's 2022. Luckily nothing was seen and Shark Boy stands back up and decks Edge in the face! The UWF Champion goes rolling back and Shark Boy quickly signs the contract and puts his mask back on.
Corey Graves: What the hell was that!
Tom Phillips: Shark Boy got one last shot in before he could sign!
Corey Graves: That's not how restraining orders work!
Mauro Ranallo: This is wrestling, it works however the hell we want it to!
The curtains come down and Shark Boy plays to the crowd. They are on their feet while Edge sits on the mat holding his jaw. He's got the UWF Championship, clutching it close to his chest while Shark Boy climbs to the top rope to celebrate. Security is making sure the two don't interact but Edge seems fine with lettings things go for now. He rolls out of the ring and just watches as Shark Boy downs some Sharkwiesers as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Buzzard vs Kyle - Gunn
Fatal Four Way - Fauche
Reigns vs Batista, Edge vs Ciampa - Danny
