Revolution 11/10/22

[Danny]

We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



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

Tom Phillips: Last week we saw Eddie Kingston come to the aid of Tommaso Ciampa after Sami Zayn made them knock heads. Now they'll come together to take on his cronies.

Corey Graves: Protege's you mean. Another pair of protege's are going to watch their guy Batista as he takes on the Television Champion, Trevor Lee.

Tom Phillips: Plus Cody Rhodes will take on Danhausne in what's sure to be a great match.

Mauro Ranallo:And in our main event, the Prime Time Medal holder Homicide takes on the number one contender to the UWF Championship, Edge!

Corey Graves: I can't wait to see Homicide gets picked apart and made a fool.

Tom Phillips: Well tune into the main event for a chance to see that but right now, let's head down to the ring for our first match of the night!




DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…



”Headphones” by Walk The Moon begins playing to a collection of boos and groans from the UWF crowd as La Luchadora and El Generico come out and make their way to the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Tijuana, Mexico. Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and thirty-five pounds. The team of La Luchadora and El Generico!

The duo make their way into the ring and pose for the crowd only to be met with more boos.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents. Introducing first…



”Cold World” begins playing to the delight of the fans as out walks Eddie Kingston, a ready-to-fight scowl on his face and in the way he’s carrying himself as he heads down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Yonkers, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is the, “Mad King”, Eddie Kingston!

Eddie makes his way into the ring and starts preparing for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the partner…



As, “Wherever I May Roam” plays, the crowd give a warm reception to the former Intercontinental Champion as he makes his way out onto the stage and starts heading down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Boston, Massachusetts. Weighing in at two hundred and one pounds. He is the, “Psycho Killer”, Tommaso Ciampa!

Ciampa enters the ring and starts getting ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!

It’s decided that Kingston and Generico will start the match as Ciampa and Luchadora step through the ropes in their respective corners and stand on the apron. Generico and Kingston walk toward each other and meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Eddie shoves Generico in the chest with both hands suddenly, pushing him back a few steps. As El retraces those steps by moving forward towards Eddie, he looks to shove him back but Kingston grabs his wrists and pivots, doing a form of Irish Whip into the corner as Generico hits the turnbuckle chest first. As he starts staggering back from the corner, Eddie spins him around and lays into him with a Knife Edge Chop. As Generico hunches, the, “Mad King” straightens him back up and lays into him with another brutal Knife Edge Chop. Eddie lets Generico fall forward and hunch this time as he starts peppering the back of his head with stiff elbows until El finds himself on his knees, then Kingston blasts him in the face with a kick, knocking him onto his back.

Eddie looks down at Generico, then over at Ciampa, who looks hungry for a piece of the action. Kingston walks over and tags Tommaso in as the two men trade places and the former Intercontinental Champ starts stomping on his still downed opponent. Generico desperately looks for the respite of the adjacent corner as he inches toward it but Tommaso keeps in the hunt, following him each time he moves and laying in another stomp. Eventually Generico makes it to the corner and props himself against the bottom like Raven but the break doesn’t last long as Ciampa lands a Missile Dropkick, one foot hitting El’s chest and the other foot hitting his head and face. As the, “Psycho Killer” stands up, Generico is flat on his face, crawling towards Ciampa, wrapping his arms around Ciampa’s legs once he gets there, practically groveling. Tommaso grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him upward as Generico delivers a Headbutt once getting to a vertical base as Ciampa staggers back a bit. Generico follows up with a Cross Body attempt but Tommaso catches him and throws him onto his shoulders, reversing into a Death Valley Driver. El pops up on impact and Ciampa grabs him and connects with a Backstabber.

Generico finds himself near a corner again as he crawls toward it, desperate for a tag but unbeknownst to him, La Luchadora is in the corner downstage from the one he’s crawling to.

Tom Phillips: El Generico’s been knocked so loopy by that flurry of offense, he doesn’t know where he is!

While Generico crawls toward the wrong corner, Tommaso heads over to his and tags Kingston back into the match as the two men trade places again and Eddie runs over and drops an elbow into the spine of Generico. As the crawling stops, Eddie grabs Generico by the shoulder and back of the neck and guides him up and around, throwing him towards his corner. “Your partner’s that way, dum-dum!” he yells as he does it. El hits the center turnbuckle pad and Luchadora looks to tag herself in but Eddie grabs her wrist and shakes his head, then grabs Generico by the back of the mask with his other hand and throws him backward towards the center of the ring. Eddie lets go of Luchadora and pivots around to face Generico, taking off towards him as he’s getting up and delivering a Running Bulldog. Kingston returns to his feet now and delivers a few stomps to his downed opponent.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, we’ve hardly seen any offense from El Generico in this one.

Corey Graves: Of course we haven’t! When you’re in there with a street thug like Eddie Kingston and a psychopath like Tommaso Ciampa who both fight dirty, you can’t get the high flying moves Generico is known for in!

Tom Phillips: How does the smell of that garbage not overtake you with nausea, Graves?

As Kingston lays in another stomp, Generico is flat on the mat now. As Eddie ponders what he’s going to hurt his opponent with next, El rolls onto his back and kips up to his feet. Eddie charges him as he does but Generico connects with a Spanish Fly. Angered by getting his butt handed to him the entire match, Generico dives into the mount and starts peppering the, “Mad King” with rights and lefts. El gets up after releasing his rage a bit and then turns and blasts Ciampa with a Superkick, knocking him off the apron. Generico now heads over towards his corner but Eddie is up and blasts him in the back of the head with a forearm shot, then turns him and hooks his head, planting El with a DDT. As Kingston gets up, Ciampa has returned to the apron now as Eddie walks over and tags him back into the match as the two men again trade places.

Angry about the attack that took place earlier, Tommaso goes right after Generico, taking him off his feet as he’s getting up with a Lariat. Generico gets up out of instinct as Ciampa is happy to hit him with another Lariat. As Generico gets up this time, Ciampa connects with a Standing Dropkick that sends El into his corner. Luchadora reaches in and slaps Generico’s chest, initiating the tag as she leaps over the ropes into the ring and runs at Tommaso who nearly takes her head off with a Lariat. Sickened by what he’s seen, Generico grabs Luchadora and drags her near the corner then steps through the ropes onto the apron just to tag himself back into the match. As he re-enters the match, Ciampa kicks him in the stomach and connects with the Fairy Tale Ending! He now goes for the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Tommaso Ciampa and Eddie Kingston!





Sami Zayn comes out onto the stage and watches the two men celebrate. Eddie walks over and sits on the middle rope, opening it for Zayn to come and enter the ring. Sami shakes his head, looking rather displeased. He points to them and tells them soon as he walks back up the ramp, leaving the two to stare at one another as the show moves on.




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



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

The Diabetic Dragon walks into the shot. He ain't dressed to compete tonight, but as always, he's got a vibe of hair-trigger violence dripping off him that says he's ready for a fight anyway.

Young: Kyle, thanks for joining me. Tough break last week, eh?

KO'R: Tough break? What are you talking about? I KTFO'd Tommaso Ciampa. That dude's tough as nails I put him down.

Young: Yes... but... in doing so you knocked yourself out too, remember?

Renee gives her interviewee a quizzical look, wondering if a concussion if fogging his memory.

Young: It has a headbutt. You both fell down. Ciampa landed on top for the cover. Is this ringing any bells?

Kyle waves her off like its no big deal.



KO'R: Psssh, yeah, I know. I get it. Tommy got his hand raised cause technically he "won". Cool for him. I'm not making excuses. All I'm saying is that I put him to sleep. No big deal that I put myself to sleep to, cause honestly Renee, I do that every single night.

Young: Hmm. Right. Of course.

O'Reilly flexes his hands together to crack all of his knuckles like a tough guy then continues.

KO'R: Respect where its due, Chompa is way stronger than I thought he was. But next time we fight, I'm gonna knock him out and get the pin. That's just how it is.

Young: I heard that Granna O'Reilly and Miguel and his daughter were watching. Did they have anything to say about your performance?

KO'R: Oh, you know how Granna gets at the fights. Apparently security actually escorted her out for shouting racist Italian stuff I guess. We met up the Sizzler after and of course Miguel's friggin daughter was all like "well I woulda done it like this" and "you shoulda tried this move instead".

Can you believe this chick? She thinks just cause she wrestled a few times some place else that she's all that and a bag of chips. As if! She is literally the most annoying person on the whole gosh dang mother effing planet, Renee. Seriously.

I don't need her advice. I don't need anyone's help. I can do this by myself. I'm a really, really, really good wrestler. I know a ton of wicked cool moves. But everyone still thinks I can't handle business on my own.

Like remember a few weeks ago when Cody Rhodes was trying to tell me how to wrestle and I then I carried his dead weight to the biggest win he's ever had against the Guild? I practically waxed those jokers all by my -

Speak of the devils! Kyle gets hella interrupted when The Miz and Goldust roll up.

The Miz: We’ll agree that Cody is dead weight but as far as you waxing us? Well…

Miz lands a cheap shot knocking Kyle down as he and Goldust start putting the boots to the, “Diabetic Dragon”. After a moment of this, Goldust starts picking up Kyle, who shoves him and then turns and decks Miz. As O’Reilly is getting fired up, suddenly Goldust hits him with a low blow, then Miz grabs Kyle and connects with the Skull Crushing Finale! The Guild dust their hands off and walk away as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens with Cody sitting in the darkness and begin to speak.


Cody Rhodes: Well, it is another night to suit up and wrestle. It is pretty much just another good job that every hard working wrestle have to do in their struggle to success in life. I would know because I have been on that cross roads so many times in life. Now young guys nowadays only care about fame and money. They don't see the whole picture that is staring right at them in the face. As you guys see how much I want to help Leyton prove himself and give him a huge opportunity to become one of the greatest wrestlers today. He have to refused to take the offer and he doesn't approve of my respect. I h9onestly understand where the young man is coming from. I can't blame him for being hard headed like Kyle. But when it comes to push to shove and that is when you know he will have no choice to accept my match. But I hope he is watching my match with Danhausen tonight because it will help teach him a lesson and it will help him in his journey to become one of the greatest superstars in UWF.

As for Danhausen goes, a young man who now holds the UWF I.C. Championship after a hard fought match with Ciampa. I am pretty impressive with his in ring work and wrestling abilities. But as for him thinking that I can easily be beaten and be another stepping stone for him to move onto to his chance to go after the UWF Championship. Danhausen has another thing coming to him. He isn't thinking straight and his mind is all fogged up. Why it is because he is so obsessed with that UWF I.C. Championship gold around his waist. Can't you blame the guy? He is young and it is the first championship that he have ever had in his entire career here in UWF. But I have been in his shoes before and it is nothing new to me. It is common knowledge the poor kid need someone to help knock some sense into him. He needs all the help he can get to help him become one of the greatest UWF I.C. Champions today. I am here to help him do that. Not only he will be a minor fork in my road to go after the UWF Championship. He will just become an huge stepping stone that will help me bring me closer to fulfilled my championship goals here in UWF. Whether if its, TV, I.C., or even the ultimate top prize the UWF Championship. Everyone including my own family and friends know how hard I have worked my ass off to return here.

I know there are so many people in the back that are having high doubts about me. They are thinking I am just wasting my own time returning to the ring. They are saying I should stay home and relax with my  loving family. But it is all good. I honestly am not upset at them all doubting if I am still the tough son of bitch who was one of the greatest UWF superstars who held the UWF Championship a decade ago. That is why I am here to prove all those who hated me and doubted me. I am wiling to do anything to prove them wrong even if I have to ruffle some feathers along the way. It is ok because it is the survival of the fittest. You have to fight in order to survive and is willing to take any risks to be the only last survivor in the jungle. Big or small. I honestly don't care who it is. Tonight, nobody will live to tall the fairytales of the I.C. Champion Danhausen in this decade. They will know live to tell the story how the great Danhausen have felled beneath and bow down to the deadly crutches of the American Nightmare himself. Everyone will witness of the rebirth of a future champion and his name will be none other than.......the American Nightmare himself Cody Rhodes!

The scene fades and ends with Cody smirk while he disappear in the darkness.








As “Sasquatch” by Ice Cube begins to play, the UWF fans immediately start booing as they know who’s coming out. They’re correct as out walks the, “Hollywood Animal” as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on him as he walks down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face.

Tony Chimel: From Washington D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, BATISTA!

Batista enters the ring and starts shaking the ropes before turning to the stage and awaiting his opponent.



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

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

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

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



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

VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and Trevor Lee comes out to the middle of the ring, gripping his chest hair like it's suspenders. He's got no fear of his opponent tonight and even tells him he's got nothing on a real champion like himself. Batista smirks but then charges forward and scoops up Lee, driving him into the corner where he starts throwing repeated Shoulder Thrusts. Lee's beginning to regret not starting out on the offensive but he doesn't have much time to think about that as Batista pulls him out of the corner and delivers a Short Arm Clothesline! Lee rolls to the outside to get away.


Tom Phillips: And the Television Champion is now in retreat.

Corey Graves: He's not retreating, just simply going to gameplan with his constituents like great leaders do.


Batista stays in the ring and opts not to give chase, instead simply smiling at Lee as the Harlan Mayor looks on angrily. Lee goes to slide back into the ring but Batista comes forward and so he drops back down. Butcher hops onto the apron on the other side of the ring to get the Hollywood Animal's attention but Goldust and Miz come over and take him off the apron. Butcher's hits the aide of the ring hard and the commotion does cause Batista to look their way. Lee slides into the ring behind him and delivers a Running Dropkick to the back. Batista is in the ropes and Lee gets a running start before going for a Crossbody causing both men to tumble to the outside! Lee manages to hang onto the ropes and pulls himself up. Batista picks himself up but Lee gives him a Soccer Kick from the apron to knock him back down! The Television Champion then goes up to the top rope and waits as Batista is helping up by the rest of the Guild. They don't seem to notice and Lee jumps off with a Moonsault to take all three men out! Lee picks up Batista and tosses him back into the ring before following him in to make the pin!



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Batista kicks out! Batista rolls over and tries to get up but Lee comes up behind him and bends down, grabbing him at the waist. He's trying to deadlift him up into a german but Batista is simply too big and manages to stun him with a few well places Back Elbows to the side of the head. Lee is dazed while Batista gets up to his feet. He ends up turning around and Batista scoops him up onto his shoulders. Lee kicks his feet and manages to fall behind him and shove Batista in the corner. The Hollywood Animal catches himself before he can hit the corner face first and so he turns around only to eat a Roundhouse Kick to the head! Batista is dazed by this and Lee pulls him in for the Small Package Driver!



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Batista kicks out! Miz and Goldust look worried on the outside and try to cheer Batista on. Miz runs over and tries to fan him with 100$ bills but Lee ends up snatching a few out of his hand and stuff them in his trunks. Not a good look for an elected official if you ask me. Lee grabs a hold of Batista and brings him back up but The Animal punches him in the gut a few times to create some separation and follows that up with a Headbutt. Both men look stunned but Batista shakes it off first and runs back into the ropes. He comes off them and Lee jumps into the air for the Cave-In but Batista shoots up and delivers a massive Spear! Lee rolls around holding his guts in but Batista turns him on his back to make the pin.



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Lee kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Is there anything worse than a near 300 pound brick wall just spearing you in the stomach?

Corey Graves: We're lucky we get full weeks off because it's going to take some time to recover from a hit like that.


Batista gets to his feet and points his thumbs up in the air. Miz and Goldust do the same and all three signal for the thumbs down. Just then, The Butcher comes from behind them and hits them in the back of their heads with a Double Clothesline. He looks at Batista and shakes his head. Trevor Lee comes up from behind him and gives him a Chop Block to the back of the leg! Batista falls to his knees and then eats a Superkick to the back of the head! With the Animal down, Trevor stands over him and once again grabs the waist. He's this time able to power Batista up enough for the Cumberland German but he can't keep the bridge, still feeling the effects of that Spear.


Mauro Ranallo: It took incredible core strength to get Batista up in the first place but he just didn't have enough in him to bridge into the pin.


Trevor Lee leans on the ropes holding his ribs and waits as Batista gets to his feet. Lee comes up behind him and tries to place him in his Political Aspirations but the Hollywood Animal is able to easily power out and toss Lee forward in a Snapmare like fashion. Lee rolls through it up to his feet and runs at Batista but gets caught with an earth shattering Spinebuster! He goes for the pin!



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The Television Champion kicks out at 2! Batista rolls him over and immediately places him in the End Credits! Lee is looking all kinds of worried with panic on his face. With the big man all over him, there's no way he can scoot to the ropes to break up the pin. Instead her has to do something rather uncivilized. He just chomps down right on Batista's forearm! Batista yells out and breaks the hold while Lee wipes his mouth off. Batista argues with the ref about it while Lee uses the ropes to get back up. Batista runs at him to clothesline him over the ropes but Harlan's finest ducks down and lowers the ropes to send him toppling over! Batista hangs onto the ropes and picks himself back up on the apron but a Jumping High Knee from the Television Champion knocks him to the floor below! Before Lee can do anything else, Miz and Goldust hop onto the apron behind him and try to get his attention.


Corey Graves: The Guild doing their best to earn their paycheck here tonight.

Tom Phillips: I don't think it's going to have the effect that they're hoping for!


While the ref is dealing with getting them off the apron. The Butcher comes over to Batista and gives him a Powerbomb on the apron! Miz and Goldust see this and immediately back down with oh shit looks on their faces. Batista is tossed back into the ring and he tries to get up. Lee comes running over to him though and hits the Cave-In! Goldust and Miz look like they fucked up as the Television Champion makes the cover!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Trevor Lee!



The Guild are quick to hurry to Batista's aid while The Butcher hands Lee his Television Championship. Lee raises it up in victory, a sign for all would be challengers as the show moves on.




Dan Lambert is seen walking backstage and he is heading to the old Mysterio lair when all of a sudden

???: Pshhh over here.

Dan Lambert turns around and he gives a disgusted look on his face.

Dan Lambert: What in the hell? Who’d let you in.

The fans let out an audible groan as they see it is Baron Corbin. Corbin still in rough shape goes on and he speaks.

Baron Corbin: Hey I know you have an in with Sin Cara. He owes me $50 you think you can get that for me?

Dan Lambert: You need $50? You can’t be down that bad to be worth breaking and entering an arena all for $50. Give me a break. Now if you don’t mind Corbin I got to get ready for a pre-tape with Homicide. You see he did something you failed to even do during your time here in the UWF and that won the primetime medal. I mean look at you. You look like a wreck. Look I am going to do you a solid.

Dan Lambert goes and pulls out a business card

Dan Lambert: Take this. Look at the shape you’re in you need some help. Look Homicide he is one of my top athletes. Though a big guy likes you. You could actually be a useful sparring partner. Heck, I’ll pay you to spar with Homicide, and not only that you can use the gym to take a shower and actually be a normal human to society. So what do you say?

Corbin smiles, and it looks like he wants to hug Lambert, but Lambert pushes him away.

Dan Lambert: Woah Woah no buddy you reek. Just come to the gym next week alright?

Corbin walks away giddy, and Lambert shakes his head and looks up to the camera.

Dan Lambert: American Top Team is not only one of the most successful MMA gyms but we will be looking to be the most successful wrestling gym in the country. Homicide is my star pupil. And if I can take advantage of a man like Corbin to help improve my guy I am going to do just that. You see I want Homicide to be for ready any man in the ring. Between those ropes I want him to be the pound for pound best. This man has worked for it, and now it’s time to deliver it for him. Ladies and gentlemen here tonight you’re going to see Edge be humbled. I saw that clip with the family Edge. I respect your hustle of being a great dad. I enjoyed seeing you with your children but just because Homicide is going for the Intercontinental Championship doesn’t mean he won’t be THE champion. Because the fact of the matter is this.

Dan Lambert stops walking and he stands still.

Dan Lambert: Whatever belt Homicide goes for and sets his sights for that is THE championship. His goal is to be the world champion again just to prove to everyone that he can do it. Though that belt doesn’t have the same worth if he isn’t in THE picture. Homicide has made the race for the Intercontinental championship feel important. He made a THE face of the company try to come down and embarrass him, and guess what he is the one who got embarrassed. So Edge you maybe going for the world title but just know tonight you will see why Homicide will be THE champion here in the UWF, and you won’t like it when he is just going for YOUR belt. That is if you ever do win that belt again.

Lambert has a smug smile as the scene fades away.

Buzzard appears on the titantron to leave a message...

Leyton Buzzard: "Tonight at the cost from my own pockets I picked the best fighter from your local independent circuit to face me. I am doing this for you people, People like Cody don't understand me, They offer me pity and look down on us. They don't understand the bond we have and the power of my promise, I promised you I would beat Lee but someone backstage had different ideas, It's a conspiracy against Leyton Buzzard and the people. Now I have Cody wanting another match that I can let you people down with. You guys pushed me to take on Lee but I failed you. I am doing this match now as small gesture of making good on my promises."

Buzzard makes his way through the curtain, The sounds of "Blood // Water" echo throughout the arena, Buzzard has his arms out as the crowd cheer him on. Buzzard slowly makes his way to the ring.

Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring, From Bristol England, "The Bristol Born Bastard" Leyton Buzzard!"

Corey Graves: "What an idiot asking to be called a bastard, Lee was right!"

Buzzard rolls into the ring as the local looks up at him with fear in his eyes, Buzzard stands on the second turnbuckle as he does his signature spyglass taunt towards the sea of the crowd, They cheer as a small portion of the older male demographic begin a "Leyton sucks chant" the rest of the crowd drown them out as if to counteract their defiance with raising the levels of their cheers.

Buzzard takes off his coat as he looks to the referee who calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Buzzard walks around the local who put's their hand up offering a test of strength, Buzzard goes to go for the test of strength but quickly ducks behind the man from this great city as his arms wrap around the stomach lifting him over head as Leyton releases the local lands neck first into the canvas. . .

Tom Phillips: "Buzzard going unorthodox here, Not one to usually throw out a German Suplex but he seems very focused which is good considering he has Cody Rhodes who wants to run it back..."

Corey Graves: "I agree with Leyton for once, He would lose to Cody if they were to go at it again!."

Buzzard lifts up the limp body of his opponent as he looks to lift him up, Buzzard ropes the arm of his opponent betwixt their thighs as Buzzard lifts them up unraveling the arm as he brings down the man to the canvas hard back first. Leyton doesn't go for a pin as he just sits there looking forwards...

Mauro Ranallo: "Mama Mia the Buzzard driver burying his opponent into the mat..."

Tom Phillips: "This match is over in two moves"

Buzzard gets to his feet, He looks down at the body of the man. Buzzard lifts the man to his feet once again. Buzzard leaves the man standing as he is on his sea legs, Buzzard runs to the ropes jumping backwards off the second rope as he catches the head of the jabroni, Buzzard spikes the man's head into the canvas from the downward momentum...

Tom Phillips: "Air Leyton now Buzzard can go for the pin and put away--"

Wrestling has more than ONE ROYAL FAMILY

Buzzard looks visibly annoyed as Cody makes his way to the ring, Cody stands ringside as he yells to Buzzard "Accept the match you're capable" Buzzard runs his hands through his hair. Cody points to the man in the ring to warn Buzzard who is still preoccupied "Leave me alone Cod-". The moment he says this the local man rolls Buzzard into a tight ball...

One!

Two!

Three!

Buzzard kicks out after three, The local competitor looks shocked to have actually won, He rolls out of the ring as his sheer excitement is palpable, He walks backwards down the entrance ramp passed Cody...

Tony Chimel: "Here is the winner of this match, --"

Cody interrupts Chimel's announcement as he speaks...

Cody Rhodes:"Leyton accept the match or else you will be regretting a huge opportunity that is in front of you because it's your only shot of proving to these people that you can still do it. If not, you will only go down in history as a loser and nothing but a selfish ungrateful prick who broke his promises to his loyal fans."

Buzzard steps close to Cody forehead to forehead, Buzzard looks ready to snap and accept the damned match, Buzzard's cooler head prevails as he steps back hands up and pushes past Cody as he makes his way to the back...

Cody smirks as Buzzard’s outburst seems to be going according to Rhodes' master plan, The show must go on as it fades to black.




Revolution returns from a commercial break with Danhausen standing in a dinghy looking environment which appears to resemble a janitors closet.

Danhausen
Well Danhausen had hoped to present another edition of Goodnighthausen with Danhausen this week, however he was informed by the network peoples that his allocated time slot had been cut on this occasion, therefore he is reduced to delivering statements of intent from this broom cupboard of some sort…



Danhausen takes a brief look at his uninspiring surroundings before resuming.

Danhausen
The plus side of this is that it gives Danhausen time to focus not only on his match tonight, but also on his upcoming showdown with notorious Death Man. Danhausen has listened, albeit painfully, to the ramblings of sideshow Lamb Dambert, and in doing so has established the foul intentions that they hope will come to pass. Danhausen will not have this, especially at his own expense, and so he gives the fanhausens his word that despite his hit and miss track record, he will give everything to ensure that this title, which he holds closely to his heart, will not find its way into the foul clutches of those who intend to tarnish its legacy. This is Danhausen’s very nice, very fitting vow as champion, and a vow that Death Man and Dambert will find is not so easily broken!

Danhausen clutches his Intercontinental Title closely as the camera fades out.




We cut to a sitdown with Homicide and next to him is his coach and manager Dan Lambert, and mascot Sin Cara. Homicide has the BMF Primetime medal over his shoulder and he begins to speak.

Homicide: Orale Orale. Last week I faced a tough task in Trevor Lee. Ey Dan I’m not gonna lie that fool was talented, and he proved why he a champion here in the UWF, and this week I am once again main eventing against the top contender to the UWF title. See Edge I was in this position not to long ago when I faced my good homie, and champion Sharkboy. I saw what it took to get to that level, and honestly… I was pretty damn close to winning that match. So here is the thing Edge. I see you talking crap on me about settling for the Intercontinental champion and really I don’t like that shit fool. See I have unfinished business with that belt. I felt I should’ve been the champion. Though don’t worry just like all the other fools who decided to look down on me I will humble you as well. Though I heard my man Dan talk about you. And honestly he said what I wanted to say. You know I want to make thing very clear to one man, and that man is the champ Danhausen.

Homicide gets up from his chair and he begins to speak.

Homicide: I am cashing in my primetime medal to face you mano y mano for that intercontinental championship. However though Dan brought up a good point See chu have voodo magic. Now normally I would stay away from that but apparently you can tip the scales. Like make yourself heavier. Now I don’t care how much you weight but I am not letting that bullshit fly in our match. Cause if I am cashing in there is no interference. There is no outside help, and there is no damn voodoo magic. That is why next week when I do the official cash in of my primetime medal I want an official weigh in.

You can hear the crowd give an audible cheer and Homicide speaks

Homicide: I want chu at whatever weight that scale says. No dumbass magic to make you heavier during our match. I heard it was possible. So whatever you need to do to prepare for that BS go ahead and do it. Cause we are meeting face to face next week, and then finally I will have an intercontinental title match where this is no BS going on it is just me facing off against another man and we decide who is better.

Homicide sits back down as Lambert speaks.

Dan Lambert: Danhausen we would never claim you of cheating. That is not what this weigh-in is for. We do know you dark magical powers which we honestly respect. You have proven to us to be a good champion. We are just asking you as a man to fight Homicide in a fair battle. Whatever magical BS you wanna do after that fine, but I worry for my client's safety if he tries to lift you and all of a sudden you weigh 400 lbs. I want it where it’s a fiar and balanced match, and I know you as a man who loves not just to be fair but money. Because just by completing this weigh-in Danhausen we will pay you a bunch of money. Tell them how Sin Cara.

Sin Cara: We got a sponsor.

Homicide: Woah woah… Hold on what? We got a sponsor? From who?

Sin Cara: Tecate!!!!

Homicide: Tecate who drinks that crap?

Sin Cara: I do….

Homicide: How much they paying us?

Dan Lambert whispers the amount in Homicide’s ear.

Homicide: They got money like that? Shit. Yeah Danhausen this might be a good weigh-in to be at.

Dan Lambert: Danhausen we will see you there next week here on Revolution,

Sin Cara: Tecate is good.

Homicide slaps Sin Cara as the scene fades away.




Chimel: The following contest is a non-title match and is set for one-fall!





Chimel: Introducing first, 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.

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.

Chimel And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, 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.

Tony steps out of the ring after after ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.


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Cody flicks out his wrists to get limber like he does. Danhausen adopts the chaotic posture of one of the Wicked Witch of the West's flying monkeys, maneuvering in ways the mortal martial arts practices have never ever considered. Even the second-generation superstar - in all his travels through the territories around the globe - hasn't experience anything like what the Intercontinental Champ brings to the table. Rather than proceeding with caution, however, the American Nightmare marches forward with the cocksure confidence that's come to define his persona since returning to competition. Here's a man who believes in himself.

The RollerCodester comes in to engage with a classic collar-and-elbow lock-up. At first, it seems like Danhausen will meet him there to kick this off the old fashioned way. That subversive hellspawn fakes out his opponent, though, and instead darts to the side and lands a severe finger thrust right between Rhodes' ribs. His painted nails find the perfect gab between the bones, and if the Son of a Son of a Plumber wasn't so quick to recoil, rest assured Danhausen could have dug all the way through straight to the internal organs.


Phillips: Yikes! What a strike from the Champ!

Graves: This little creep has mastered the art of pulling stunts that should be illegal in a match but aren't. I shudder to think what his depraved mind will come up with next.


Rhodes circles around the ring, nursing his ribs just a bit before taking a deep breath to regain his composure. When a burgeoning "Danhausen" chants starts up, the Champ pauses to conduct the symphony of fans, coaxing it into a thunderous roar. He's damn near got the whole building rallying behind him, which, of course, rubs the proud Cody the wrong way.

Cutting across the ring again, Cody acts like he wants to lock up good and proper, then switches it up at the last second and boots his foe in the tummy. Danhausen doubles over and Cody clobbers him across the back with a forearm. That sets up a side headlock, which the Hall of Famer applies with aggressive pressure to establish his size and strength advantage.


Ranallo: We have yet to see Cody Rhodes recapture the glory of his initial run in the UWF, but a win over the Intercontinental Champion would certainly be an impressive statement.

Graves: I've been critical of this comeback, but if Cody can focus up and get his sea legs under him, he shouldn't have any issues disposing of this freakshow.

Phillips: Don't go underestimating Danhausen again - plenty of people have made that mistake and paid for it. You can't argue with results. He beat Edge to win the Prime Time Medal, defended it three times and went on to dethrone Tommaso Ciampa for the belt. You would be hard pressed to find a more impressive resume on the roster than that.


Danhausen endeavors to shake his opponent off with a back suplex but can't muster up the required ummph. Perhaps its because hi diet is identical to what bats eat and he needs more carbs on the daily. Who's to say. The point is, powering out is gonna cut it, so he gets feisty and sinks his teeth in Cody's forearm.

That does the trick. Rhodes grimaces in pain and releases the hold, only to drop to his back so he can throw a surprise punch up Goldust-style. The impact has Danhausen staggering back until he hits the ropes. Making the most out of that situation, the Champ bounces off the cables and runs at Rhodes, who's just getting up.

Cody drops back down to his belly as Danhausen cruises right over. After bouncing off the far ropes, the IC title holder comes at Rhodes again. The American Nightmare leapfrogs over, waits for his foe to bounce back one more time, and catches him with a hip toss. Impressively, Danhausen lands on his feet like a cat. He then then turns around, grabs a wrist, and sends the Hall of Famer towards the edge.

Rhodes jumps up on to the middle rope and flings himself backwards, rotating mid-air then connecting flush with a Disaster Kick! His boot scrapes some of that face paint off, revealing to the horror of all that the skin beneath is just as pale! Or maybe it's just double-coated. Either way, the Champ goes down hard. Cody lands nearby and rolls on top, hooking a leg to try for the pin...



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Ranallo: What a beautiful Disaster Kick by Cody!

Phillips: The American Nightmare clearly has some business to attend to with Leyton Buzzard, but you gotta think that a win over Danhausen would put him in line for a title shot soon.

Graves: Well let's not forget that the Champ has a date with Homicide first. Speaking of, as always, FTC.

Ranallo: I bet you can't wait for that one, Corey.

Graves: I already have it penciled in for my annual Top Ten Worst Matches of the Year list. I just have a feeling I'm going to hate every second of it.


While Corey pines for the days when his preferred pieces of human garbage reigned as IC Champ, the action continues in the squared circle. Cody pulls Danhausen up into a seated chin lock, this time making sure to pinch the jaw shut with his forearm so he doesn't get snacked on again.

Like that's gonna stop the man whose very blood is made of of earwig honey from fighting dirty. Danhausen sinks his tar-coloured talons right into the old bite mark, rending at Rhodes' aryan flesh. It's super effective! Cody draws his arm back, nursing the wound that will surely be infected.

As Cody tries to back away, Danhausen picks his ankle to bring him crashing to the mat. Holding on to that leg then snagging the other, the Champ flips over with the frenetic agility of a circus monkey to secure a jackknife pinning combination! The Referee slides in to count it...



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No! Rhodes pops out well before the three count.


Phillips: Slick maneuver by Danhausen there, but it will take more than that to keep the Hall of Famer down.

Ranallo: Exactly, Tom. Rhodes has been to war with some of the best wrestlers the UWF has ever seen. Men like Sting, AJ Styles, and of course the current World Champion himself. Danhausen will have to dig deep to find something to put him away.


Both fellas scramble to their feet. Cody beats his opponent to the punch, scoring a rolling elbow to the jaw that absolutely dummies the Champ. He follows up with a knee lift to the guts, using that to set up and old school maneuver when he proceeds to nail the Silver Spoon DDT!

Danhausen's head snaps off the canvas like a dropped iphone. Cody goes down to make the cover...



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The Intercointinental Champion kicks out just in time! Rhodes nods, feeling himself now as his fans in the arena start to get loud for him. The American Nightmare scoops his opponent up of the canvas and throws him over his shoulders, looking for the Alabama Slam. Remember when Hardcore Holly used to be all that and a bag of potato chips around here? Cody Rhodes does, and he's looking to pay some tribute. Before he can catapult his for into smithereens, though, Danhausen reaches out, grabs the ropes, and uses the top cable for some leverage to flip Cody to the outside!

Rhodes tumbles over the ropes, hits his face off the apron and collapses to the arena floor. Danhausen lands a little more gracefully in the ring, but hastily crawls out to join him there. The Champ boots him in the side of the head for good measure to keep him hurt. He then reaches under the ring to procure his signature JAR OF TEETH~! to a n enormous pop from the crowd.


Graves: How the hell does that thing keep getting under there? Also, how does he travel around the country with it?

Phillips: Maybe he's like Batman and has secret Bat Caves hidden all over the place - for all we know, there's a jar of teeth in every major city in America.

Ranallo: What a nightmarish postulation, Tom.


Danhausen places his precious capsule up in the ring then rolls Rhodes under the ropes to join it. He scrambles in behind, drags the blondie towards the middle, grabs the JAR OF TEETH~!, opens it up and shoves a bunch into Cody's mouth. Gross! The Referee hates to see it but is powerless to intervene as it is all technically legal.

The Champ backs up to get some space to hit a Superkick. He shoots in, looking to knock some teeth around. Except oh snap! Rhodes catches his foot before it can land! Danhausen gawks in astonishment then gets smashed by a Dragon Screw! He goes down, groaning in painhausen.

Cody stands up and spits out all the loose teeth. Blegh! Blegh! he says, disgusted entirely. He's pretty chapped about it, and in his blind anger, picks up that JAR OF TEETH~!, fully intending to smash the dang thing over Danhausen's head.


Ranallo: Cody Rhodes is going off the deep end!

Graves: Can you blame him?


The Referee snatches the foreign object away just in time to avert catastrophe. He rolls the JAR OF TEETH~! away from the action and proceeds to give Rhodes a stern talking to. Cody argues back about what constitutes a foreign object, and in all the confusion, Danhausen sneaks right up behind him and ROLLS HIM UP OUTTA NOWHERE FOR THE PIN!



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
THE UWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION,
DANHAUSEN!


Cody pops out just after the three count like an 80's babyface and rolls out the ring, stunned and shocked and mortified by the turn of events. He just can't believe he got caught like that. Danhausen, meanwhile, has his hand raised while his music hits the PA.


Phillips: Danhausen adds yet another prestigious name to his ever-growing resume.

Graves: The man is a criminal. There's no other way to put it. He's an insult to that title and nobody - not even Cody Rhodes - should be subjected to his shenanigans.

Ranallo: I would argue that nobody has better weaponised creativity in the wrestling ring, and until his opponents can solve for all the variables he brings to the game, we're going to keep seeing Danhausen rack up W's.


The Very Nice, Very Evil Champ celebrates a while longer while Rhodes backs up the ramp, breathing heavy, looking dismayed. Revolution rolls on!




We head backstage where Sami Zayn is standing by.



Sami Zayn: Good job Eddie, Ciampa. You managed to beat my protege's out there but no matter how much I teach them every week, they're still not me. As much as this was a learning lesson for them, it was for me as well. Now I know what to watch out for when you two inevitably try and team up and take me out. I've already spoken with EC3 and laid out my case for being the next #1 contender to the UWF Championship. To my surprise he actually agreed with me. Unfortunately he also saw you two as contenders as well. That's why at Slammiversary, it's going to be us three going at it for the number one contendership to the UWF Championship. You two can thank me later for giving you such a big opportunity.

Zayn walks away as the show moves on.




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!



"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


Both men are equally cautious about how to approach this match. They size one another up before slowly circling. Homicide goes in for a Takedown and drops Edge to the mat. He starts throwing a few strikes but Edge turns over to all fours. Homicide immediately goes to lock in a Rear Naked Choke. Edge gets his hand in between his neck and Homicide's arm and manages to pick himself up and rolls the Prime Time Medalist forward. The Notorious 187 rolls to his feet and comes back with a West Brooklyn Lariat to take down the former champion. Edge opts to roll out of the ring to get a breather.


Corey Graves: There you go Edge, take all the time you need.

Tom Phillips: He's running away!

Corey Graves: Just a quick break. Especially when that thug attacked him when he wasn't ready.


Homicide comes out onto the apron but Edge doesn't notice this. When he turns around, Homicide comes flying at him with a Senton! Lambert is clapping and rooting his guy on as Homicide picks up Edge and tosses him back into the ring. Edge tries to get to his feet but as soon as he doesn't, Homicide spins him around and kicks him in the gut. He proceeds to give him a Suplex but rolls over and hangs on to deliver a second one. He rolls over a third time to complete the Three Amigos but instead turns the last Suplex into a Falcon Arrow! He makes the pin!



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Edge kicks out! So far this match has been all Homicide and he looks to continue that streak. He brings up Edge by his hair but keeps him bent over. He interlocks his arms to finish the job already but Edge instead scoots under him enough to lift him over with a Reverse Back Body Drop causing Homicide to flip back right onto his face! Edge walks over to the corner and lowers down, already calling for the end of this match in just one move. Homicide rises up and Edge comes running forward for a Spear but Homicide gets the knee up and hits him right in the face! Edge is dazed and Homicide follows that up with the Gringo Cutter! He makes the pin!



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Edge kicks out again! Homicide gets to his feet and walks over to the corner, lowering down to prepare for the Running Flying Knee. Edge gets to his feet and sees Homicide running right at him. The Rated R Superstar sidesteps him and Homicide flies right past him, landing on his back. Edge just starts putting the boots to him. Homicide tries to retreat to the ropes but Edge puts his head over the bottom rope and starts to choke him out with his boot. The ref gets on him for this and makes the count of 4 before he lets go. Homicide rolls away grabbing his throat and coughing.


Corey Graves: Glad to see Edge start playing by Homicide's rules.

Mauro Ranallo: What are you talking about? It's been a clean match from Homicide so far.

Corey Graves: Once a dirty Cartel member, always a dirty Cartel member if you ask me.

Tom Phillips: No one asked you!


Edge comes over and kicks Homicide in the back of his head as he's coughing on all fours. He grabs the Prime Time Medal holder and pulls him to his feet. He sets him up for the EdgeCution but Homicide rushes forward and backs him into the corner. He gives him a few Shoulder thrusts before climbing up to the middle rope and gives him the ol' 10 punches to the dome. Homicide stops after the ninth punch and soaks in the cheers from the crowd but Edge suddenly spins around and lifts him onto his shoulders. He walks towards the center of the ring, Homicide raining down punches to the top of his head but the former UWF Champion powers through it and falls forward into the Sit-Out Electric Chair Facebuster! He flips over Homicide for the pin!



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Homicide kicks out!


Corey Graves: As much as I want to see Edge destroy this little twerp, he should have already been disqualified by now.

Tom Phillips: Disqualified? For what!?

Corey Graves: Those were closed fists he was hitting him with and he was in the corner much longer than 10 seconds.


It's now Edge's turn to walk over to the corner and patiently waist for Homicide to rise to his feet. The Prime Time Medal holder crawls to the corner and uses the ropes to help himself up. He turns around as Edge comes charging forward but manages to dropkick him in the knee causing him to hit face first into the middle turnbuckle! The Ultimate Opportunist is dazed and Homicide makes him pay by grabbing him and throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring post! He throws him back to the mat and decided to climb to the top rope. Edge is slowly rising to his feet as Homicide stands on the top rope. Edge sees this and runs to knock him of but The Notorious 187 jumps off and lands on his feet. Edge turns around and is kicked in the gut. Homicide goes to lock his arms up for the Gringo Killa but instead Edge shoves him forward into the ropes. Homicide bounces off the ropes and runs right into a Spear! Edge makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Edge!



Edge looks down at Homicide and smirks, pleased with his victory this week. Homicide rolls out of the ring and Dan Lambert helps him to his feet. Edge looks to the camera and motions for the title, telling Shark Boy that he's coming for him as the show comes to an end.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Kingston/Ciampa vs El Duo Dinamico - Dresden
Danhausen vs Rhodes - Fauche
Edge vs Homicide, Lee vs Batista - Danny

[Evolution J]

Awesome results as always. Everyone did a amazing job. Props to Jye, Fauche, and Andy for pushing me to my limits. You guys are the reasons why I keep staying in this e-fed for role-playing. Loving how my feud with Jye is going. Cannot wait to see Danhausen and Homicide fight for the I.C. championship. Looking forward to see a rematch between Edge and Sharkboy for sure. Fauche is killing it as Kyle. Hope he get a title shot in the future. Maybe we can possibly see him and Kingston fight for a championship title shot!? That would be awesome to see. Dres is killing it with his group the Guild. Looking forward to what they do next after they are done with Kyle. Other than that, Trevor still prove he is one of the best tv Champions. Someday someone will have to take him down and I am pretty sure there are good number one contenders that I see can prove them worthy enough to beat him for the UWF TV Championship. Amazing job everyone except for me of course. Keep up the good work guys.