Revolution 11/17/22

[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: There's a lot of good action here tonight and I want to get to it right away!

Mauro Ranallo:We'll get to it but first let's head to the back with Renee Young standing by with one of the men we'll see in action tonight.




The titantron switches from 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.

Fans of all ages, creeds and colours cheer when The Diabetic Dragon walks into the show. He's all geared up ahead of his match later on tonight, looking as intense and volatile as ever.

Young: Thanks for joining me Kyle. Wile we were chatting last week, you got jumped by The Guild.

KO'R: Yeah those guys friggin suck.

Young: Right. And EC3 said you could have any partner of your choosing to take them on in a tag team match tonight. My sources tell me that you were given card blanche to ask any current superstar on the roster or bring in any wrestlers who used to work with the promotion.

O'Reilly nods.

KO'R: Uh-huh.

Young: That's a pretty deep pool of talent to pick and choose from, but am I correct in understanding that you've opted to turn this into a handicap match by selecting nobody?

The Canadian Psycho cracks his neck from side to side as he gets into it.

KO'R: That's right Renee Young. I don't need anyone's help. Nobody. Every single person since I've been back has talked spit about me not being able to cut it here on my own. Even though I prove that wrong any time I wrestle, they're still chirping. They're chirpers. Just a buncha chirpy, chirpin', chirp-n-dale McChirpers out there. And I hate all their stinking guts. Especially The Guild right now.

So I'm gonna go out there and flex my style on the both of them and prove that I never even needed Cody Rhodes for the assist last time we fought. I'm gonna beat two guys at the same time and then who's gonna be chirping?

Nobody, Renee. That's who.

Young: You don't even want to get one of your old teams back together for one night only? I'm sure the people would love to see a reunion.

Kyle rolls his eyes and pulls his phone right out of his trunks. Gross.

KO'R: Yeah. It's not like I didn't get offers. See like, I got this text from Mark Henry. It's just says "Gatorade" and there's a fist emoji Not a yellow Simpsons fist, though. Like the black one. Which makes sense. Anyway, I told him it's all good. Then Larry hits me up last night. Check it out.

He shows Renee his phone for proof. She reads it aloud.

Young: Hiya pal, heard you're tussling with some Grade-A, world class, good for nuthin' schmucks. Well the Sweet n' Sour Express is ready to roll through town to knock these jabronies back to the wrong side of tracks, Mama! Ahahahaha!"

I can't believe he actually types his laughter like that.



KO'R: Right? Anyway, I told him... oh, wait... hold on a sec... just got a text...

Kyle looks at his phone, reading the message that just came in. His face turns ghost white then sick ogre green then fast and furious red. He gets so mad that he almost crushes his phone in his fist. Renee is concerned.

Young: Oh my God, Kyle. What's wrong?

KO'R: They eloped.

Young: What?

KO'R: They frigging eloped, Renee. Granna and Miguel. They're in Reno right now. See?

Kyle shoves the phone into Renee's hand. She takes a look and raises a suspicious eyebrow.

Young: Huh... I guess that's one way to wear a wedding dress.

KO'R: This is the worst day of my life so far.

Young: Well hey, look at the bright side buddy, you've finally got a big happy family, right? A new step-dad, and new step-sister... people who can look out for you when times get tough, ya know?

O'Reilly snatches his phone back. Renee doesn't understand, clearly. He storms off in a huff. Maximum pout. Severe negative energy. Combustible demeanor.

KO'R: I need to go kill something. Maybe two.

With that, Kyle heads out, leaving Renee to sign off. Revolution rolls on!




While Revolution rolls on, we go TO THE BACK~! once more, where one Kayla Braxton is standing by. With the audio not quite coming through yet, she looks off-screen, showing something akin to...perhaps nervousness, or uncertainty? Regardless, she looks back at the camera with a typical TV smile.

Kayla Braxton: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the UWF Television Champion, Mister Trevor Lee."

Giving her best interviewer performance, Kayla turns to face the TV champ as the camera pans over, Trevor Lee giving his own grin to the camera, as he seems to be all dressed up in his typical ring attire for the night.



Kayla Braxton: "Now, mister Lee, a few weeks ago you had sent a message ahead of your matchup with Homicide regarding your reign as UWF Television Champion-"

Wasting no time, Lee takes the microphone away from her, flashing a brighter smile in the process.

Trevor Lee: "Ayup, miss Braxton, I sure did. I told y'all back then that I had been a mere five days away from surpassin' a bo-na-fide U-Dubya-Eff legend in Daniel Bryan as the sixth-longest reignin' U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion o' all time, an' folks, I'm 'ere to provide y'all wit' an update on this 'ere historical title reign o' mine!"

Flashing that serpentine smirk for the cameras, Lee takes a moment to pause.

Trevor Lee: "So let me tell y'all the good news, 'fore I go an' burst outta' excitement from bein' able to share this wit' y'all - I 'ave officially hit a full one hundred an' thirty days as champion, puttin' me a mere week an' two days out from jumpin' all the way up to fourth place on the leaderboards! Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, Drew Gulak an' Chad Gable best watch out, wherever those two schmucks ran off to, 'cause I'm 'bout to make them more irrelevant than ever before! However, I know, I know I know I know, I know y'all have been wonderin'...why exactly am I suddenly so focused, so fixated, so enthralled wit' the history o' this nice ol' piece o' Harlan gold that's sittin' all nice an' pretty 'round my waist right now?"

The camera pans down, showcasing the title, before going back up to get Lee's face into frame once more.

Trevor Lee: "An' the answer is quite simple, folks - when it comes to somethin' as pretty an' powerful as this title, ya' gotta' be wary o' it's history, or else ya' bound to repeat the same mistakes as past champions. It's basic philosophy, folks, nothin' more to it!"

As Lee lowers the microphone, Kayla clears her throat as she takes the microphone back away from the champ, drawing his gaze towards her.

Kayla Braxton: "Well, even as a long-reigning champion, it doesn't seem like you have made many defenses of it..."

With her comment made, Lee hardens his gaze on the reporter, causing her to realize the impact of her words.

Kayla Braxton: "I-I mean, m-mister Trevor Lee, t-t-that is, with all due respect, you've defended the title only twice, both times against Leyton Buzzard, and both times have been under dubious circumstances! A-A-According to certain people, I mean, n-not necessarily mys-"

Abruptly, Kayla's rambling is cut off by Trevor leading the microphone, as well as her hand, towards him once more.

Trevor Lee: "Y'know, miss Braxton?"

Taking a few moments, Lee takes in a deep breath...but as Braxton fears the worst, Lee just nods his head.

Trevor Lee: "That's actually a mighty fair point that ya' raise. I mean, sure, people claim that my victories over that Bristol-born bastard weren't exactly clean as a whistle, but folks, that's just some bold-faced lyin' right there. Whether it 'ave been at Summerslam or at Bad Blood, both o' my victories came fair an' square, no interference or help required, so frankly, Kayla, I'm glad ya' brought up their attempts at deceivin' an' gaslightin' these fine folk into believin' nothin' but fake news regardin' my reign as U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion!"

After a few moments, as Kayla breathes a sigh of relief, Trevor starts thinking to himself...and then, an idea pops into his head.

Trevor Lee: "Y'know, I'm sure that there's gotta' be somebody in the U-Dubya-Eff who is capable of steppin' up to face me for this 'ere piece o' Harlan gold...maybe I should try to just go find 'em myself tonight..."

Paying zero mind t0 the confused look on Kayla's face, Lee lets go of her hand and walks off-set, leaving Kayla Braxton looking perplexed at the camera as Revolution heads elsewhere...




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



As Wherever I May Roam blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks down the ramp.

Chimel: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs, he is The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.

Tommaso climbs into the ring and awaits the arrival of 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.

Chimel: And his opponent, 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 stare down Ciampa.

Soon enough, the Referee ushers Lee's heater out to the floor. Chimel steps out of the ring as well, and after ensuring both competitors are ready, the Official calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


When the bells rings, Ciampa goes right after the Southern Loudmouth. Lee attempts to circumnavigate the aggressor but quickly finds himself backed into a corner. Rather that locking up with his opponent, The Mayor leans out through the center and top cables, calling the Referee over to ensure that Tommaso doesn't attack him while he's in the home free zone.

The Sicilian Psycho couldn't give two hecks whether or not the TV Champ is claiming sanctuary with the ropes. He's coming in anyway until the Official slides between competitors and demands that Ciampa give the man some room to get back into the ring proper. Tommaso scowls over the third man's shoulder, glaring holes clean through Lee, who shoos him away like a pesky mosquito.


Graves: Ciampa better cool that hot head. This is a gentleman's sporting contest. No need to fly off the handle and start breaking rules.

Ranallo: I think its safe to say that while Tommaso might not be the most stable man on the roster, Trevor Lee has a habit of bringing out the worst in people.


Ciampa backs up to the middle of the ring and drags his foot across the mat in front of himself, establishing an invisible line. He dares his foe to come and cross it. Lee's kneejerk reaction is a condescending sneer, but when the buzzing crowd reaches his ears, he's reminded that some constituents might be out there watching right now. His lips curl into that signature snake oil smile.

Untangling himself from the ropes, he walks across the canvas and extends a hand to his opponent, offering to restart this contest with some honor and integrity. Ciampa doesn't look impressed by the gesture, much less fooled by it.


Phillips: Don't do it Ciampa! Don't shake that hand! It's a trap!

Graves: Ugh. You're so cynical, Phillips. The news media has warped your brain. Just because you're an East Coast Liberal doesn't mean that you have to assume an honest-to-God Red State politician is an inherently bad person.


Lee insists, sticking that hand forward. Ciampa shakes his head then slaps that hands away. Trevor's smile quivers at the edge of the lip. There's a crack in the facade. The Mayor backs up a step, turning to the hard cam and offering a humble shrug, as if to tell the good folks watching back home in Harlan "Hey, I tried my best with this guy."

That's immediately followed by a kick to the stomach. Or, at least, an attempted one. Ciampa catches his boot for it can impact his tummy. Holding it in one hand, he uses the other to wag a knowing finger as Lee stares down at his captured limb in horror. He pleads with the Sicilian Psycho to let him go. Fat chance, brah. The former IC Champ drops a harsh elbow right on to the knee, hyper-extending that sucker with extreme prejudice.


Graves: Oh! What a dirty move by Ciampa! He's not even trying to win - he wants to deliberately injure the Television Champion because he's jealous of him!

Ranallo: No rule against an elbow strike, Corey, although I'll agree that it was a nasty shot.


Tommaso releases the leg and Lee tries to limp away. He doesn't get far before Ciampa slaps a side headlock on to bring him back in close. The Mayor tries to slip out once but fails. Using his good leg, he stomps down on one of Ciampa's feet. That loosens up Baldie's grip enough for Lee to pop his head out.

Trevor then grabs Tommaso by the arm and whips him towards the ropes. The Psycho Killer braces himself against the cables to avoid bouncing back. Lee charges after him, mustering as much of a sprint as he can with the banged up leg. Ciampa sees him coming a mile a way and ducks to catch him on the way in before vaulting him clean over the ropes.

Miraculously, the Mayor sticks the landing on the apron. His bad leg buckles a bit, and in that split second, Ciampa turns around and capitalizes, blasting him with a Rolling Elbow!


Phillips: Huge elbow shot from Ciampa!

Ranallo: Looks like Lee is going down!


The Mayor teeters on the edge of the apron, arms flailing desperately. Fans lean in, excited to see which way he falls. His precarious leaning gives The Butcher some time to rush around the ring. Andy arrives just in time to more or less catch his boss / friend / whatever as he's falling down to the ground. Williams is trying to sort Lee out and isn't even paying attention as Ciampa darts back across the ring, hits the far ropes, charges back and dives through the cables to the outside, torpedoing both of Harlan's finest with a suicide dive!

Big pop from the crowd as all three men are sprawled out on to the floor!


Ranallo: That's a huge maneuver by Ciampa, but it looks like it took a lot out of him!

Phillips: Don't go anywhere, more exciting wrestling action after this commercial break!


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Back from the break, Lee has a downed Ciampa in a headlock in the center of the ring! How did that happen? A replay in the split screen details it for the fans watching around the world, but it's not important. Notably, Andy Williams is still lying on the floor, out of commission.

Lee screams in Ciampa's ear, talking some mad trash and telling him to give up. The fans take umbrage to that and rally behind the Sicilian Psycho. Slowly but surely, Tommaso makes the most of that energy and powers his way up to a vertical base. Trevor tries his gosh darndest to maintain the headlock, but it's hopeless.


Ranallo: Ciampa is rallying back!

Phillips: And Lee looks like he's about to get bucked off an eight second ride!

Graves: Leave the metaphors and similes to Mauro, you hack.


With a barbaric yawp, Ciampa breaks loose. He throws another Rolling Elbow at Lee's head, having found so much success with it already. This time, though, the Mayor is ready. Ducking the shot, he watches Tommaso (two M's, one S) spin all the way around in a three-sixty, then hooks his arms around the dude's hips before executing a Cumberland German! Holding on to the bridge, he tries for a pin...



1...



2...



Tommaso pops out in time! But he's all rattled now. Lee keeps him grounded with a big ol punch to the face. That sprawls him out nice and flat. The Mayor then stands tall over him and calls for a Cave-In.

Before he can do any double-foot stomping, however, Ciampa pops up, hooks a leg and rolls him up outta nowhere! Lee's shoulders peel down into the canvas. The Referee is right there to count it...



1...



2...



Lee breaks loose just after the two count. Both fellas scramble to their feet. The Mayor is the first to get back on the offensive.

Once again, he Irish Whips his opponent into the ropes. This time, the Bostonian bounces back. He ducks beneath an attempted clothesline on the way back, halts just behind Lee, then pivots to blast him with a jumping knee strike to the jaw. Trevor is dang near out on his feet, leaving him wide open to a kick to the gut. Once he's doubled over, Ciampa hooks the head and lands a vicious, picutre-pefect Psycho Kutter!


Ranallo: Massive neckbreaker by Ciampa! That might do it!

Graves: Who has he even pinned with that move, Mauro? Name one guy!

Phillips: Trevor Lee might be the first. That landed flush.


Ciampa sprawls to make the cover, hooking both legs deep...



1...



2...



Whether or not it would have been enough this time, we'll never know. Ciampa releases the pin by his own volition to chase off Sami Zayn, who ran in from the crowd to slide into the ring!


Sami turns on a dime and high-tails it outta there when Tommaso leaves the battered Lee behind to pursue him. He skids to a stop near the base of the entrance ramp, turns, and shouts some mean stuff at Ciampa, who is leaning against the ropes, daring him to come and try that again.


Ranallo: Sami Zayn is once again getting all up in Ciampa's business!

Phillips: But this time, the Psycho Killer was ready for him! He's had to grow some eyes in the back of his head with all these shenanigans in recent weeks, especially with Wardlow gone now.


The Referee comes over to chew out Zayn, but doesn't even get the chance to eject him before Eddie Kingston comes barreling down the ramp! The Mad King clobbers Sami from behind with a big forearm to the back of the head. Those dudes start brawling up a storm cause brother, they don't like each other one bit.

Ciampa shakes his head at that nonsense then goes back to work. Lucky for him, Lee is still scrambled like eggs. Tommaso picks him up and escorts him over to the ropes. He wants to keep his eyes on the ruckus at ringside while he finishes off the TV Champ.

Hoisting Trevor up then draping his legs on the middle rope, he prepares to deliver a Widow's Bell. Before he can smash homie's head through the canvas, though, Sami whips Eddie towards the apron. Kingston collides with Lee's feet and knocks him off the ropes, inadvertently saving him from certain defeat. Tommaso gets knocked over too and that pisses him right off. He pops up and goes back over to the ropes to shout at his two Slammiversary opponents.

That's one back-turned-to-the-prone-heel too many. As Ciampa's contemplating leaving the ring to go and sort out the still-brawling Zayn and Kingston, a groggy Lee gets vertical and creeps up behind him. The Mayor slaps on some Political Aspirations, his heinous interpretation of the Million Dollar Dream.

The fans boos as he drags Ciampa away form the ropes with his chokehold firmly in place. Tommaso fights like hell to get to the ropes, but when Lee drops and pulls him down to the ground with the hold, it's all over. The Psycho Killer's lights go out and the Ref calls the match off.


DING DING




YOUR WINNER,
THE UWF TELEVISION CHAMPION,
TREVOR LEE!

The Mayor lets go of the hold so he can get his hand raised in victory. His pal The Butcher, who has just come to, snags his belt from the timekeeper's table and brings it up into the ring to hand to Lee, who holds it high while his music plays. Some of the fans boo, but a lot of them are distracted by the brawl still going on around ringside.


Ranallo: We were well on our way to a good match - unfortunately it was derailed by Sami Zayn and Eddie Kingston.

Phillips: It's hard to say who's to blame for costing Ciampa the victory, but I'm sure he'll want to take it out on both men.

Graves: Cost him the victory? The only person I saw beating Tommaso Ciampa was the beloved Mayor of Harlan, our TV Champion, Trevor Lee.


Lee and The Butcher head up the ramp to go and celebrate. Ciampa comes to in the ring just as security are finally dragging Zayn and Kingston away. The look in his eyes tells a story of hell to be paid as Revolution rolls on!




The scene opens and shows Cody Rhodes walking through the hallway as he stops. He stares at the camera and be begin to take a deep breath before be gin to speak

Cody Rhodes: Hi ladies and gentleman. I honestly admit that I have underestimated Danhausen last week and he managed to pull one magic trick from his playbook to defeat me. It was something I won't forget and I will be prepared to make sure it won't happen again. But I must say Danhausen is truly a phenomenal athlete and he have gained my respect last week. I am extremely happy to enjoy my slugfest with him. Despite my loss to him, He actually put a much better fight than Leyton himself. He didn't have the guts to show up to Revolution tonight. So doesn't that tell everyone something about him. It just mean he have just show his true colors that he have hide behind his smile and love for for beloved fans. He just prove he is nothing but a coward. I honestly thought he has the guts to face me before my match with Steve Austin. But I guess he is too busy figuring out what he want to do next. But it is ok, I am not bothered by him not showing up tonight. As long as I get to face that young kid in another match. I am just going to prove to him and everyone else that he is another kid on the block that needs to be taught a lesson in respect.

But enough talk about Leyton and Danhausen. Let's talk about Stone Cold Steve Austin. The dangerous rattlesnake from Texas. The Hal of Famer himself just like me. He and I have fought any battles in over a decade ago. It is in the history books that tonight will be a huge showdown between two amazing UWF Hall Of Famers. It won't be something you don't want to miss. You got the dangerous rattlesnake on one hand and the American Nightmare on the other side. Two men who is willing to prove that they still got it and they will do anything to come out on top tonight. Only one man will come out on top and survive while the other will fall. Ladies and gentlemen, everyone will witness one of the greatest fights in our wrestling careers. But the only problem is one of us has to win and move onto continue their path to gain an opportunity for a championship.

You guys know Stone Cold may be one tough son a gun. But when it comes to the American Nightmare. He doesn't stand a chance against me. I am the son of the American Dream himself and you already know I am more capable of pulling a huge win tonight. Yes, I have try to play fair and be nice to old Stone Cold. I see the old guy wasn't having it. But it is all good. I don't mind teaching this old dog a few new tricks and show him what I am all about. Tonight, it is time for Cody to teach this old man all about respect because all the disrespect he have given me lately will just step him in the ass. Tonight, I will prove once again I will move onto achieve my goals of winning another championship in UWF and nobody that includes Steve Austin himself can't do anything to stop me in my path. He may be the Texas Rattlesnake. But tonight, he will be nothing but a afterthought when I am done cutting the head of this rattlesnake. Tonight it won't be about Stone Cold Steve Austin. No, it will be the American Nightmare giving this rattle snake some horrible nightmares that he can dream tonight because the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes says so!!!

The scene fades and ends with Cody Rhodes with a serious look on his face.






As Revolution continues, things head backstage to where The Guild is standing as Miz and Goldust are both looking into the camera.

The Miz: Kyle O’Reilly. You think that just because you’ve been around the UWF before, that makes you something special. You not only believe all the hype about you, both created by yourself and your fans, but you think that believing it will make it true. You tout your MMA background like you’re the second coming of Ken Shamrock and you want everyone to believe that you’re on a singles run to prove something but all you’ve proven is that you’re all out of friends. But, in addition to that, you want to criticize wrestling royalty like Goldust and sell short a guy like me that’s busted his ass from day one. Well tell me, Kyle, how many times have you held the Intercontinental Championship? How many times have you won the Royal Rumble? And I’m not talking about in video games where you seem to live at, I’m talking about real life where blood, sweat, and tears are poured and pain is felt!

Goldust: When your back is against the wall, are you going to try and fight back or accept the hand you’ve been dealt and fold? At this point, I don’t care because either approach you take is still going to have the same outcome, we’re going to stomp you into a greasy spot on the canvas, you sniveling brat.

The Guild walk offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.







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

The pryo goes off as the American Nightmare come out to a huge ovation from the roaring crowd and he has a huge smile on his face.

The crowd begin to chant "Austin" as the glass shatters...

Austin drives onto the ramp with his atv, Steve speeds down the ramp before lapping the ring, Austin quickly turns off the atv as he throws the keys to the men at ringside as he climbs into the ring.

Austin and Cody stare down as Austin flips the middle finger at Rhodes', Cody Rhodes and Austin ready to begin as a familiar theme begins playing throughout the arena…

Lee walks to the commentary desk as his music is cut, Lee puts on a headset as Graves,Phillips and Mauro look on…

Tom Phillips: “Lee you’ve come to scout out the two men in this match what are you expecting?”

Trevor Lee: "Well, mista' Phillips, I figured it'd be best to start from those I ain't even get much o' a chance to face off with before."

Cory Graves: ”The referee is calling for the match to begin”

VS

DING DING DING!

Cody right out the gate runs at Stone Cold, His arm goes over the head of Stone Cold with a lariat attempt, Steve puts the boot into the stomach of Cody, Turns his back grabs the head and falls to his backside sending Rhodes flying backwards as his head bounces off the shoulders of Steve and pulls up the legs for the cover…

Cory Graves: “AUSTIN 3:16 JUST STUNNED YOUR ASS CODY"

Tom Phillips: “Austin going for the quick win with a cover"

ONE!

T-

Cody kicks out at Two!.

Cody rolls onto his stomach stunned for a moment as Austin lifts him to his feet, Cody swings around an elbow bouncing it off the nose of Austin, SCSA takes a step back as Cody turns him around he spins him around as he sends Austin face first into the canvas, Cody goes for the cover…

Tom Phillips: “Finisher for finisher, CODY GOING FOR THE PINFALL attempt…"

One!

Two!


Rhodes kicks out at two, Both men are stunned from the trade, Both guys stumble to their feet as they look to continue the fight. Rhodes hits a jab, He rolls his arms before striking with another jab, He rolls again before striking a third time. Cody begins to mockingly stumble as he lifts up his elbow and bringing it down on the head of Austin who still wobbles on his feet, Cody again taunts his opponent’s sea legs before bring yet another elbow on his head, Cody taunts to the crowd the signature Rhodes taunt before bringing down a third and stronger elbow on the head of Austin who stumbles forward before falling face forwards as Cody watches on…

Mauro Ranallo: “Vintage Rhodes’ family offense by Cody himself"

Trevor Lee: "Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, gotta say, this Cody fella actually seems to be holdin' his own right 'ere."

Cody goes to roll Austin onto back, SCSA grabs the legs of Rhodes pulling them sending Cody into the canvas, Austin begins unleashing a flurry of lefts and rights as Cody tries to protect himself. Austin with momentum gets to his feet as he begins to send down his boot into the chest of Rhodes over and over again…

Cory Graves: “Stomping A DAMN MUD HOLE INTO CODY"

Austin with one final boot kneels and squats down as he places his hand up in the air outwards, Like Thor’s hammer a beer can flies to the hand of Austin. He cracks it open as he drinks it down mid match, He begins to throw beer onto Cody to wake him up and taunt him. Cody stumbles to his feet smelling of alcohol as Austin sends another boot to the stomach he turns and grabs the head of Rhodes while the other still has the can in hand. Cody pushes Austin off as he runs forwards into the ropes causing the rest of the beer in the can to spray upwards right into the eyes and nose of Austin…

Tom Phillips: “The beer exploded right into the face of Austin"

Trevor Lee can be heard audibly laughing at the misfortune of one Stone Cold.

Cory Graves: “It’s beginning to smell like a brewery ringside!"

Rhodes bends Austin backwards as he twirls around Austin pushes Rhodes off sending him through the middle ropes, Austin rolls out of the ring to follow Rhodes, Cody has other ideas as he slides in as Austin gets out, Austin turns as Cody grabs onto the top rope before sending both his boots through the bottom two ropes connecting on his chest sending him back first into the ringside barricade, Cody quickly uses the ropes to get to his feet as he runs and rebounds off the ropes, He steps up the ropes as he flies through the air spinning before the two men collide, Rhodes sends both men over the barricade into the crowd area, Cody goes to throw Austin back into ringside but is stopped by an elbow to his sternum….

Tom Phillips: “These two are scrambling for an edge in this brawl in the crowd!"

Cory Graves: “Someone could get injured in the crowd if these two don’t take it back into the ring!"

Trevor Lee: "Yeah…would be a darn shame if one o' these two fine folk got injured, 'specially when they could be earnin' themselves a shot at my piece o' Harlan Gold…"

Austin hits Rhodes with an uppercut staggering him back, Rhodes fires back with his own loaded right sending Austin into a crowd member, Cody follows now with a lift sending the crowd falling over as Austin falls back into them standing his ground Austin throws an overhead right connecting on the ear of Rhodes…

Tom Phillips: “That blow has knocked Cody back, wait he's been cut open by the wild right hand of Austin"

Trevor Lee: "Oh, what a shame, what a darn shame!"

Of course, Lee would be visibly turning to check out how bad the cut is for the American Nightmare…

Cody’s holds his ear as he looks down at his hand he sees a bit of blood, Rhodes wipes his hands before sending a few extra left and rights, Cody grabs the head of Austin and bounces it off the barricade, Austin goes over the barricade as Cody uses his strength to throw the Southern into ringside. Cody leaps over the barricade before being tackled back first into the barricade…

Mauro Ranallo: “Taking the wind right out of the sails of Cody with the barricade, Austin trying to get this back in the ring for the win…"

Austin whips Cody into the ring rolling him in, Cody stumbles to his feet as Stone cold leaps legs either side as Cody crashes into the canvas with the rattlesnake atop him, Stone cold throws down punch after punch…

Cory Graves: “Vintage Lou Thesz press press by Austin"

Cody uses his feet to push the rattlesnake into the ropes Cody gets to his feet but is met with a kick to the stomach, SCSA decides to place Rhodes’ head between his thighs as he lifts him up, Austin falls onto his behind as he drives the head of Cody into the canvas but…

Mauro Ranallo: “MAMMA MIA Cody using his hands to stop the Pile Driver dead in its tracks!"

Trevor Lee: "Mighty impressive feat there from mista' Rhodes!"

Cody using his arms is in a handstand, Austin looks shocked as Rhodes gets onto his feet as the Rattlesnake sits there watching Cody goes for a big boot to the seated Austin who rolls out of the way, Both men quickly recompose, Austin gets to his feet as the two men stare daggers into each other. Austin goes towards Rhodes who runs towards the rope, As Austin notices the springboard, Cody hits the boot onto the jaw of Austin, He is turned around as Rhodes spins him around spiking his head into the canvas. Rhodes goes for the cover…

Tom Phillips: “The disaster kick into the cross Rhodes, Cody is going for the victory!"

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TWO!

THREE!

Tom Phillips: “Austin nearly had it but the ingenuity on display by Rhodes in this match!"

Trevor Lee: "What a performance! I swear, folks, I swear, I would be HONORED to face a man like Cody Rhodes for my Harlan Gold. Or even if I had to face Steve Austin, it'd be fine…"



Rhodes stands up to his feet as he falls to one knee as the blood runs down his neck from his ear, Rhodes lifts his hand up as he forces himself to stand up. Cody's smile grows wider as the referee raises his hands as the show moves on...






Shark Boy: It's been two damn weeks since Shark Boy stepped in the ring here on Revolution and I gotta say I am itchin' to get back in that ring and back to whippin' some bass.  I ain't gon' lie, I was in a bad way - I didn't know where the shell I was, the walls were closin' in, a ringin' sound in both ears, sick as a damn dog. But I'll be damned if I'm gon' let that sorry son of a fish Edge lay me out for good. Edge wants to talk about 'raising the bar' when all he's done is lower it, attackin' ol' Shark Boy from behind like a damn coward. But here's the thing Edge, you didn't finish the damn job, I'm still breathin'... and let me tell ya this, you are gon' have to pry this title from by cold dead hands. The doctor might call me a fool, all the experts might shake their heads but dammit I'm not ready to sit on the damn side lines and let a big slimy bastard like Edge get a free pass to become the UWF Champion... you best believe Edge that I'll be at Slammiversary and you better believe that I'm walkin' out of Slammiversary STILL the UWF Champion. 




The titantron would cut to Ciampa, storming around backstage, he would still look pissed from his loss earlier in the night, knocking over an equipment stand, the camera would pick him up



Ciampa: WERE ARE THOSE TWO, FUCK SLAMMIVERSARY LETS DO THIS NOW.

We would pan to Renee Young in the interview space looking at the figure of mayhem in front of her, with wide eyes she would seem nervous but would make her way towards Ciampa

Renee Young: Ciampa do you have…..

Ciampa, not even realising Renee was there would snap his neck round to look at her, a look of rage in his eyes.

Ciampa: I’m sorry Renee but unless the next words out of your mouth is to tell me where Kingston and Zayn are, I don’t want to hear it.

Taking a gulp, Renee would compose herself



Renee Young: I’m going to be honest Ciampa, I have no clue where the two of them are. After the incident earlier during your match security took them away but not sure where sorry.

Sighing, Ciampa would take a seat on a steel chair strangely set up in the right spot were he was going to sit, as if this was all planned, placing his head in his palms he would wipe his hands across his face and look at Renee



Ciampa: Well you’re standing there, might as well ask some questions.

Pulling up another seat next to Ciampa, Renee would sit down.

Renee Young: So tonight Ciampa, you faced off against the current Television Champion, Trevor Lee. As usual you showed your usual fire leading up to the match but tonight you came up short, albeit under dubious circumstances and…..

Breaking off Renee, Ciampa would speak

Ciampa: I’m gonna straighten this out, any other night of the week I would have beat Trevor Lee. The guy is a great talent, don’t get me wrong but out there I was dominating the whole match. Trevor likes to think he can outthink everyone but not me and we saw that when I didn’t take the handshake. They call me the Sicilian Psycho for a reason, I can take people down physically and mentally.

I’ve heard it all before from guys like Lee, that i’m not good enough and I don’t belong in the ring with them and 9 times out of 10 I prove them wrong, Lee was that 1 tonight and you know what i’ll give him this W because next time we meet, i’m going to keep my eye on the prize. I cost myself this match tonight as much as Sami and Eddie did, next time it won’t be the same.



Once again wiping his forehead, Ciampa would wait for Renee’s follow up.

Renee Young: Well as you said, Sami and Eddie cost you the victory. It seemed like Eddie was coming out to help you and try to stop Sami from getting involved but that backfired and it was Eddie that caused you to drop Lee from the Widows Bell attempt and…..

Once again cutting Renee off, Ciampa would speak.

Ciampa: Yeah I saw the replay Renee, I know what happened. That little rat Sami has been in my business for weeks now. He claims he doesn’t see me or Eddie as a threat but clearly he sees one of us as more of a threat than the other because he keeps getting involved in my matches to try and throw me off my game, well Sami a lot better men than you have tried and they’ve failed but tonight you got lucky and it cost me.

I don’t know what Kingston was thinking coming out there, I get we won last week and maybe he’s wanting to show some solidarity against Sami or he saw Sami go out there and decided to take his shot but he cost me my match as much as Sami. He got involved in my business. I don’t need help to take down Sami Zayn, i’ve never needed help to take down anyone. If Eddie was looking to piss me off tonight, then he really succeeded.

Sitting back in his chair, Ciampa would look directly at Renee with a look that says “Wrap this up”



Renee Young: Well Ciampa, before I let you go, with your match confirmed for Slammiversary to be a triple threat match do you have anything to say?

Taking a moment, the camera would zoom in on Ciampa who would look directly at it.

Ciampa: Sami, Eddie, tonight you two cost me a match that I was on my way to winning before you both got involved. Eddie you might have had noble intentions but they don’t mean shit if you cost me the match in the process of doing so. Sami you’ve been a damn thorn in my side for too long, a thorn in this companies side for too long.’

At Slammiversary gentlemen, its a triple threat. That means no rules. No DQ and No Countouts. Anything goes. All I need to do is pin one of you in the ring and after tonight, i’m going to make sure I have some fun before I do so and then i’m going to beat whoever is UWF Champion and stake my claim in this company, that’s a promise.

With that Ciampa would get up leaving Renee herself as Revolution moves on.






As “Sasquatch” by Ice Cube begins to play, the UWF fans immediately start booing but instead of the Animal, out comes his boys The Miz and Goldust, The Guild.

Chimel: Making their way to the ring, The Miz and Goldust, The Guild!

The duo come down to the ring and slide into the ring. They look confident as they warm up for the upcoming match.




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. The ref tells him to hold on to wait for his partner but Kyle shakes his head. He's roaring to go and tells the ref to go ahead and ring the bell which he does.



VS



DING DING DING


Corey Graves: Looks like that goof wasn't able to find himself a tag team partner.

Mauro Ranallo: Well he said he didn't need one so I guess he wants to go at this alone.

Corey Graves: He's going up against 2 former UWF Champions. I don't care how much "training" he's done. He's about to get his ass kicked.


Kyle is bobbing and weaving, doing his Kyle thing while Miz and Goldust just laugh at him. Miz runs right at him but Kyle just straight up kicks his shins and causes him to fall flat on his face. Goldust tries to come into the ring but Kyle gives him a taste of his white boy karate and runs over to boot him in the face, knocking him to the floor below. He turns around to see Miz running at him once more, going for the Awesome Clothesline but Kyle rolls out of the way and Miz gets caught between the ropes. Kyle runs to the other side of the ring to build up some speed before coming back with the Speed Wolf Annihilator to the back of the head! With Miz dazed and still prone, Kyle grabs him at the waist and pulls him away from the ropes into a Bridging German Suplex for the pin!



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Miz twists out to escape the pin! The Diabetic Dragon is feeling all sorts of fired up and he doesn't even want to wait for Goldust to tag himself into this match. He exits out onto the apron where Goldust is getting to his feet with the help of the apron. Kyle slides across the side of the ring to take him out with an Orange Slice! He waste no time in climbing up to the top rope just as Miz is getting up to his feet. The most Must See Superstar is about to wish he's never looked at again as Kyle comes diving off and delivers a straight Knee right into his face! Miz's nose sprays out like a fountain as if he was in Kill Bill. Kyle, being the sick bastard that he is just smiles.


Corey Graves: Somebody needs to stop this match and check on The Miz!

Tom Phillips: I thought you said Kyle would be getting his ass kicked?

Corey Graves: This is wrestling, not karate. If you ask me, all strikes should be removed.


The ref checks on Miz and tries to stop the bleeding. While he's doing that, that just gives O'Reilly more time to focus on keeping Goldust out of this match. Kyle gets out to the floor and goes towards Goldie who is on all fours. The Bizzare One catches him off guard with a Low Blow! Only thing is, Kyle smiles and shakes his head. He reaches into his trunks and pulls out a cup! He points to his head, having outsmarted him but Goldust just throws another Low Blow and this time in connects full force! Kyle falls to his knees and Goldust grabs him, lifting him up into the air and hitting the Final Cut on the floor! He rolls Kyle back into the ring and gets on the apron.

The ref has somehow managed to stop the bleeding. Miz's face looks like Shrek but luckily there's no mirror in sight so he doesn't see how bad it is...until he looks at the tron. He starts freaking out and goes to touch it while Goldust is yelling at him to make the pin. Miz is too busy looking at himself while Kyle crawls to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Goldust yells at him to do the same thing to Kyle's face and it appears to focus Miz again. He runs at the Diabetic Dragon but Kyle gets the boot up. Miz catches it and breathes out, having just escaped getting hit in the face again. Kyle will settle for the side of the head as he steps up with an Enzuigiri! Miz turns away from the impact but Kyle comes up behind him and gives him a Regalplex into the pin!



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Miz kicks out! Kyle points a finger gun at Goldust since he and Regal were friends at one point... I think. Some Hoov/Sabazon thing nobody cares about but anyways, Kyle picks up Miz and brings him over to his corner. He's setting up for some Halo 2 but Miz kind of collapses under himself, unable to give Kyle the push off needed for the DDT. Kyle brings him up once more and hooks both arms to float him over into a Butterfly Suplex! He keeps the grip on tight and rolls back to his feet to execute another Butterfly Suplex. He rolls through once more to continue on the Stampede of the Butterflies! He rolls up for the last one but instead flips him in the air and transitions it right into Vanilla Bar! The Miz is dazed from all those suplex's and looks to be in immediate trouble.


Mauro Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly might just close this out right here!

Corey Graves: No way an A-Lister like The Miz is going to tap to some child who thinks he's some sort of premium fighter.


Miz looks worried and it looks like he might be about to tap but we'll never know as Goldust comes in and kicks Kyle right in the head! Sucks not to have a partner Kyle.


Tom Phillip: The Guild using the number to their advantage!


Goldust drags his own partner into their corner as he tags himself in, Kyle using the ropes to get to his feet as he throws a kick but Dust ducks it as he falls to his knees as he jabs his fist right into the throat of The Canadian Psycho…


Tom Phillip: Kyle is turning blue from lack of oxygen from the straight jab to his throat!


Kyle, struggling to breath, is whipped into the enemy territory as Miz holds his arm in place causing O’Reilly the inability to dodge the running lariat crushing him between the rope and Dust. Goldust moves the tough luck canuck out of the corner as he gets up on the second rope he places the Dragons head between his legs. As Goldust jumps off the ropes Miz tags in seamlessly, Dust lands on the head of Kyle using the momentum to go over as he flips both men over causing the head of O’Reilly to be spiked into the canvas…


Corey Graves: How smart of the guild!, Using a canadian destroyer to destroy a filthy canadian!

Tom Phillip: Seamless tag team work by Miz who is now the legal man once again!


Miz instructs Dust to prop Kyle up in their corner, Miz runs to the other side of the ring before running and leaping into the corner connecting a lariat right into the chest, Miz sits on the ropes for a moment before tagging Goldust in again…


Corey Graves: The vintage Mizline coming in with the smooth tag!

Tom Phillip: These two tagging like a singular unit both men have the same idea, Inflict as much pain as possible on O’Reilly


Goldust walks into the ring as Kyle stumbles his way out the corner on sea legs, Dust grabs between the legs of Kyle before lifting him up and swinging him down with a scoop powerslam. Which knocks the air even further out of the lungs of the lone man…


Corey Graves: Directors cut this is great watching these two work like a well oiled machine!


Miz ask for another tag Goldust obliges as Miz slaps O’Reilly who is still trying to catch his breath, Miz coaxes the violent artist to his knees before falling to his back and spiking the head of O’Reilly off the canvas the crowd almost hear the neck and skull of Kyle cracking as the thud leave the arena out of breath like Kyle.


Tom Phillip: The Guild sending a loud and clear message HE should of brought a tag team partner…


Miz kips up to his feet as he nonchalantly tags in Goldust as he plays to the crowd, The diabetic dragon in need of some sugar as his head is knocked off its clock as The Guild are having their way with him. Their constant tags too much to keep handle of, Dust bends down to put another submission on Kyle but no Goldust is caught right in the jaw by a stray boot by O’Reilly which knocks the veteran to the mat. Both men look to their respective corner Miz in one corner and noon in Kyle’s but the crowd stand to their feet, attention taken away for a short reprieve as someone is running down the ramp. Around the ringside they leap up to the apron…


Mauro Ranallo: OMG It’s Bayley, what is she doing out here!

Corey Graves: No way is this allowed the guild needs to form an union so injustices like this never happen!


In the ring both men from prone jump towards their corner hands out, The hand of O’Reilly finally connects to a tag as the Hugger gets into the ring as Miz tries to catch her with Lariat, Bayley ducks spins around the A-lister as she grabs onto his waist and spins spiking him back first into the canvas. Goldust tries to strike Bayley but his punch is turned against him as Bayley drags his arm sending him into the canvas, Dust lands on his knees but his face meets the knee of Bayley near damn knocking out a tooth…


Tom Phillip: The Guild are at a loss here the numbers have been evened!


Bayley sees Miz still regaining his composure as she lifts him up straight off the ground and into a suplex, Bayley releases Miz neck first into the turnbuckle as his whole 200 pound frame crumbles in on his neck. Miz looks in dire straits, Bayley grabs his head as he tries to crawl to his corner, Bayley wraps her arm around the head before planting it with a sweeping motion right into the canvas…


Tom Phillips: Goldust pulling Miz to safety after the Rosebud, This match almost ended!

Corey Graves: Goldust a genius I am sure these two can stop the big bad evil


Miz is pulled to safety by Goldust who just saved the match for his team as he holds his jaw, The two men are shell shocked by the all out offense by Bayley…


Corey Graves: They need to regroup if they want a chance at winning

Bayley goes to go after the two men but a speeding O’Reilly who is breaking some speed limits clears the top rope floating effortlessly into the two men who were just pummeling down on him, All three men crash at ringside, Kyle quickly grabs Miz by the trunks and throws him into the ring…


Mauro Ranallo: MY! MY! O’Reilly finally having his chance to catch his breath and the dragon has been unleashed…


Kyle quickly makes his way to the corner he desperately wants to be tagged in despite being alot more beat up than the fresh Bayley, She takes a moment before tagging the Diabetic Dragon in for some sugar, Miz on his knees is met with the sonic like Kyle who jumps sending his knee into the jaw of Miz which sends him spinning…


Tom Phillips: A Harpoon Torpedo from Kyle who seems to have gotten his second wind…!


Kyle wasting no time grabs the arm of Miz before contorting it to full stretch, The Vanilla bar locked in again. Miz struggles before O’Reilly cinches back past breaking point with the Vanilla bar. Miz has no other option but to tap screaming in agony…



DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by submission, Kyle O’Reilly and Bayley!






Kyle O’Reilly raises his hand in victory as Bayley comes over and they look at each other for a match well done, For Bayley more like a ⅕ match done well but Kyle picked up the win thanks to the difference maker…

Corey Graves: "Leyton Buzzard was meant to be here tonight at Revolution but he missed his flight his actions has disappointed millions of UWF fans, So to get more information on this situation we sent our investigative journalist to the home of Buzzard."'

Kayla Braxton is waking towards the door of the Buzzard, She knocks on the door. The door opens slighlty ajar as Buzzard who looks like he hasn't showered in weeks snaps...

Leyton Buzzard: "What do you want?"

Kayla Braxton: "I was sent to do a welfare check because you've missed multiple flights which were setup by the UWF. We wanted a reason why you're actively letting everyone down.."

Leyton Buzzard: "You don't think I was letting down everyone week in and week out before I decided to not come back, Give me a break Kayla. Now I have had Cody on my back trying to get me back in the ring with him, I mean geez how much pity do you folks have for me. I am a big joke to you aren't I"

Buzzard begin a mocking accent..

Leyton Buzzard: "Look at Leyton the boy who's dream is to be the biggest let down in professional wrestling, Lets laugh at him... (Leytons voice returns to normal) HA... HA... it's nothing to do with the people I can't face them now that I've let them down yet again. The Bristol Born Bastard let everyone down I mean do you even know who I lost to last week? It was some guy I paid $50 I wanted to get my mojo back but Cody freakin' Rhodes had to come in and ruin it..."

Kayla Braxton: "That---"

Leyton Buzzard: "Thank you very much now leave me be!"

Buzzard slams the door shut as Kayla looks startled at the harshness and brevity of Buzzard. The scene moves back to the commentary booth looking on in disgust.

Tom Phillips: "Not what we expected but I am sure we'll be able to get Buzzard the help he needs..."

Corey Graves: "Maybe we should fire the bum because I don't like his face never have"

Mauro Ranallo: We still have a show to call let's go to our next segment of tonights programming..."

The show moves on from this scene...




It's Thursday; you know what that means. Another exciting episode of UWF Revolution. All the stars are out tonight. There's magic in the air. There's just something special about this edition. We head backstage, where interviewer Kevin Patrick stands by with the reason why tonight is such a big deal.




Kevin Patrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you, UWF's newest signing. This man has traveled all over the world and has had unparalleled success in our industry. He is a one of one. He is the Thursday Night Thriller; the Million Dollar Megastar; I give to you...L...A...Knight!!

With that, LA Knight saunters into the shot. A look of smugness is written across the face of the self-proclaimed "Million Dollar Megastar". He eyes Kevin Patrick up and down before speaking his first few words.




LA Knight: First things first jack! You need to work on that introduction. If you're going to introduce me, if you're going to introduce the Million Dollar Megastar, you better put some gusto into it next time. But since it's your first time being in the presence of someone with my stature, I will give you a pass. Just because I am that magnanimous. As a matter of fact, I got you something. LA Knight likes to help the less fortunate, so I went out and got you a present.

Kevin Patrick: For me? You shouldn't have.

Knight reaches off screen for a second before coming back into frame.

LA Knight: Oh no! I definitely needed to. You see what this is? It is a brand new, custom made, LA Knight T-shirt. Available at UWF.com. Get yours today; they're selling like hot cakes. I got this for you and I want you to wear it during this interview.

And with that, Knight tosses the T-shirt over Patrick's head. The interviewer is now completely blind.

LA Knight: That's a good look for you. Now what I need you to do next is very important. Hold this microphone, plug my merch and keep your mouth shut.

Knight turns his attention away from Patrick and towards the camera.

LA Knight: Now...let me talk to 'ya!! Yes, you heard it here first! L...A....Knight has signed a very, very lucrative deal to join the UWF. Let me be the first to tell 'ya that L...A....Knight doesn't get out of bed for any less than 3 commas on his check. So you know good ole Ethan broke the bank to get me here. But you may be asking yourself, why am I here? Well, besides the small fortune they're paying me, it's simple. I'm here because there's a vacant spot at the top of professional wrestling. Sure, UWF has its share of "top guys". The Shark Boys, the Batistas, the Rey Mysterios. But in comparison to me, they're all a bunch of DUMMIES! L...A....Knight is one of a kind. Nobody in this business is on my level. They're a bunch of boys playing a man's game.

LA Knight: And let me make it clear to every one of you. This is a game that you cannot possibly win. I don't care if you're one of the small fish or if you're one of the great whites, walking around with a shiny trinket on your shoulder. I'm here to show you that there's a new game in town and all of you have no other option but to fall at my feet like the jabronis that you are. Welcome to LA Knight's game. And that's not an insult; that's just a fact of life.

And with that, Knight snatches the T-shirt off Patrick's head.

LA Knight: Give me this back! You didn't pay for it. YEAH!

Knight then storms off as Revolution cuts elsewhere.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!

Eddie Kingston is already waiting in the ring. Man comes out during commercials. Always.


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!

Edge and Kingston stare each other down. After Chimel gets out of the ring, the Referee checks to make sure both men are god to go then calls for the bell to kick this off.


VS

DING DING


The Referee is standing between the competitors when the bell sounds off. He barely has time to get out of the way when they charge each other. Two trains. Same track. Opposite directions. It's a head on collision, brother.

Edge and Eddie forgo any of that classic lock-up nonsense and just get straight to business with a fist fight - one closer resembling a tussle on the hockey rink than anything you might see in boxing ring or double-M A cage. The Canadian has a height advantage, giving him a little bit of leverage as he rains down with some vicious punches. Kingston's as scrappy as they come, though. He weathers the storm and gets his fair share of shots in, too.


Phillips: Edge comes out and swinging and Eddie is right there to meet him!

Ranallo: Kingston's heart rate must still be jacked up from that brawl with Sami Zayn earlier on. I'd call it ill-advised to have gone to blows with Zayn knowing he had such a monumental match-up in the main event coming up, but there's a reason they call him the Mad King.

Phillips: And we've heard from backstage that both Sami Zayn and Tommaso Ciampa have been escorted from the arena with security being tripled at all entrances. Safe to say we won't be seeing any more interference tonight.

Graves: In my opinion, Eddie should be suspended without pay for that stunt he pulled, sneak attacking Sami Zayn like that. Edge should be the automatic winner by forfeit.


While ordinarily the Rated R Superstar might have enjoyed the night off, there's undoubtedly a fire lit under him tonight. Eddie talking trash about the man's family is the likely culprit. Edge continues to unload on his opponent, gaining the upper hand as his ferocious onslaught batters the Mad King to a pulp. It only slows when the Canadian tires himself out, exhausted by his own brutality.

Kingston's looking groggy as heck, eyes glazed over with blood leaking out his nose and from his lip. The moment Edge's bombardment lets up, though, Eddie seems to find a second wind. Wide-eyed and yelling at the top of his lungs, the New Yorker retaliates with a huge forearm to Edge's jaw that positively dummies him.


Ranallo: Eddie Kingston's strategy of taking five or six to get one in might be unconventional, but when you hit that hard, it's hard to argue with the results.

Phillips: He just hit a home run!


Edge stumbles away, his soul separate from his body now. Kingston doesn't let him fall down. He snags his foe from behind, wraps one of his arms up in a half-nelson whilst hooking the other around the waist, and proceeds to toss Edge across the squared circle with a powerful half-and-half suplex.

The Ultimate Opportunist crashes and burns, skidding across the canvas as he lands in an unceremonious heap. Kingston shakes the residual cobwebs then pivots to go and capitalize. He sprawls and hooks a leg to make the cover...



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Edge shoves him off after one count. He's mean about it, too.


Graves: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep the former UWF Champion down.

Ranallo: Eddie mentioned Edge's injuries in the lead-up to this match. A few more suplexes like that on the Canadian's neck and this one could be over. Kingston has a good game plan in targeting that.


Eddie clocks Edge across the back of the head with a lariat of sorts while they're both still on the ground. That dazes his opponent enough for the Mad King to hoist him to his feet and drape him in the nearby corner without seeing much resistance.

Once he has the Rated R Superstar hung up on the cables, Eddie unloads with some machine-gun chops. At first, the fans try to count along, but soon enough the rapid fire is coming too hot and heavy for them to keep up with. Their counts blur into cheers, and they begin to chant his name when Kingston mixes it up by going between chops and forearms to the head a la Tenryu.


Ranallo: Kingston is a student of puro. You can see the influences all over his work.

Phillips: Something interesting to note - if both of these men are successful at Slammiversary, then we'll being seeing this match-up again soon. Eddie would be Number One Contender for Edge's UWF Championship.

Graves: Well Kingston has to get past Sami Zayn first, and that's a tall order. I like Edge's chances of becoming the first two-time world champ of the Revolution era, though. If anyone can pull it off, it's the Ultimate Opportunist.


Eddie goes to the well one too many times, and on another elbow attempt, Edge ducks under, slips behind him then hits a European uppercut on the guy just as he's turning around. Kingston is backed into the post now and Edge pins him there with a huge knee strike to the bread basket.

Kingston coughs all of the air out of his lungs as the shin bone slams into his diaphragm. Edge allows him to stumble forward towards the center of the ring, but only so he can get behind him again. The Canuck then grabs him by the head and drops him to the canvas with a snappy Edge-O-Matic!

The Mad King is driven hard into the mat, and is in perfect position for Edge to try for a pin attempt...



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Eddie kicks out at the two count! His opponent scowls at the Official, who him a wide berth for fear of reprisal.

Edge slowly stands, pulling back the pace of the match to one that suits him better. He brings Eddie up with him, holding on to the New Yorker's head to maintain control. When Kingston starts to show some signs of life, Edge drops an elbow across the back of his head to keep him hurt. The Ultimate Opportunist then whips him into the ropes. Kingston mechanically rebounds back, his legs relying on muscle memory as he's on auto-pilot. A lariat dang near turns him inside out, and once he's back on the mat, Edge shoots the half again...



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Eddie gets a shoulder up after the second count. Edge kneels over him, breathing heavy, looking down at his opponent like he's gonna make a meal out of him.


Phillips: Edge is going to have to bring out the big guns if he wants to keep Kingston down. A lariat isn't going to cut it.

Graves: He's a patient man, Phillips. Edge is wearing his opponent down one move at a time. He knows that Kingston is too tough for his own good, but every time he forces him into a pinning predicament, there's a little less gas left in the tank when Eddie has to kick out. Sooner or later, that bill is gonna come due.


Once again, Edge pulls Eddie up to a vertical base. The fans are chanting the Mad King's name, pleading with him to get back into the fight. All that hootin' and hollerin' breaks through the haze of concussion-like systems and triggers something inside of Kingston. His eyes go wide, his jaw clenches, and he takes a swing at Edge.

Knuckles crack of jaw. He has Edge wobbled. With that little bit of opening, Eddie reaches an arm around his foe's chest to go for a Uranage. Edge counters in a flash - adjusting his footwork in a fraction of a second to plant and lean, countering the throw with a maneuver of his own.


Ranallo: Downward Spiral!

Graves: Shout out to his hometown's Toronto Raptors - Edge just bounced Eddie's head off the mat like a basketball.


Rolling Eddie over, Edge hooks both legs deep to put him away...



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No! Eddie kicks out in time!

The defiance in his opponent is starting to irk Edge some. You can see it getting under his skin by the look in his eyes. He shakes his head, refusing to allow the Mad King to disrespect him anymore. Edge knows exactly what it's going to take to seal the deal.

The Ultimate Opportunist backs away and heads towards one of the corners. He crouches like some kinda jungle cat stalking its prey, just waiting for Eddie to get vertical so he rip him in half with a Spear. Yet again, the capacity crowd rallies behind the Mad King, hoping their screams and cheers will alert him to the imminent threat. Edge focuses in, tuning out the noise and setting his sights on the target.


Phillips: Eddie is in big trouble here.

Ranallo: He might have kicked out at the Downward Spiral, but he's in rough shape.


Finally, after resting on one knee for a while, Eddie gets up. His legs are shaky and his arms are hanging limp at his sides. Edge charges in to finish him off.

Except oh snap! Eddie moves out of the way just in time. Edge breezes by, only just managing to stop himself from careening through the ropes. The Rated R Superstar wheels around to go after him again. Kingston goes headhunting with a Spinning Backfist!

Edge dips his head as the strike floats over, grazing a few hairs on the way by. Kingston spins all the way around like a top and only stops when Edge plants a boot in his stomach. The Ultimate Opportunist then pulls a surprising move out - one that Eddie won't see coming, he thinks. He reaches over and hooks the arms...


Graves: Edge going for the Killswitch!

Ranallo: An homage to Christian - his best friend, his kids' babysitter and the man with whom he has held UWF Tag Team Gold!


Edge tries to spin Eddie around to execute the move, but Kingston resists. In the ensuing struggle, they wind up back-to-back, arms hooked with each other. The Canadian tries to rotate through. Eddie simply drops to his knees and brings his opponent over his head, catching him by surprise with a classic backslide! Edge's shoulders hit the mat and the Referee slides in to count it...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
EDDIE KINGSTON!


Edge breaks free and and his momentum sees him rolling under the bottom rope to the floor. He can't believe what just happened. As he goes to protest the count, he is drowned out by Kingston's music hitting the PA. Eddie stands tall in the ring as the Referee raises his hand in victory.


Ranallo: A huge win for the Mad King en route to Slammiversary! This gives him a ton of momentum ahead of his Number One Contender's match against Tommaso Ciampa and Sami Zayn!

Graves: He got lucky! You match these two up a hundred times, Edge wins the other ninety-nine, I guarantee it!

Phillips: Well we might just get a chance to test that theory should both these men find success at Slammiversary.


Eddie continues to celebrate while Edge skulks back up the ramp, furious eyes punching a hole through the man who just got a win over him. Kingston hits the corners to enjoy the moment with the fans as Revolution rolls on!




As Revolution continues, things head backstage where Batista is scolding The Guild.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I am beyond fed up with the two of you failing to do what you’re asked! You’re a waste of my payroll is what you are! I can’t believe you couldn’t beat little pissant Kyle O’Reilly! I don’t care if it’s Bayley or The Barbarian that came to help him, you should’ve won! So here’s what I’m going to do!

Batista turns and stares into the camera.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You wanna prove something, Kyle? Then face a megastar. Face the, “Feature Presentation”. The, “Hollywood Animal”. Face me at Slammiversary, if you’ve got the balls.

Batista looks at The Guild one more time before walking offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Following her surprise arrival in that tag team match, Bayley is seen strutting down the hall. Charly Caruso aka "The Other One" chases her down to get to the bottom of this.



Caruso: Excuse me! Bayley! Hey! Hold up a sec!

Bayley wheels around, big ol' smile on her face.

Bayley: What's up now bitches? See that? THAT is how you make a statement! Now those Gildos know that when you mess with one O'Reilly, you mess EVERY O'Reilly.

Caruso: I don't understand...

Bayley places and an understanding, nurturing hand on Charly's shoulder. It's easy cause she's short.

Bayley: Charly, ya know... sometimes a step-sister just has to look out for her for step-brother, you know what I'm saying?

Charly's eyes go wide. She's putting the pieces of this puzzle together now.

Caruso: So what you're saying is -

Bayley: Jesus Christ on a shish kabob Charly, do I have to spell it out for ya? Yeah. My dad just got hitched to Granna O'Reilly. Those two love birds took off for Reno in the middle of the night. It's actually adorable. And I just thought that my wedding present to them would be looking after young Kyle while they're away having a weekend just for the adults, if ya catch my drift.

Bayley elbows Charly in the ribs, winks, and makes a suggestive gesture with her hands. Charly cringes.

Bayley: For weeks now, I've been hearing The Gildos talk trash about my Big Bro -

Caruso: Wait, aren't you technically his step-aunt?



Bayley: Don't interrupt me, Charly. I'm pontificating. So like I was saying, for weeks now, I've been hearing The Gildos talk trash about my Big Bro. Now Kyle, bless his little diabetic heart, well, Charly, you know men can be. I know you get around the locker room. They're just so stubborn, aren't they? They get lost on the road, they won't ask for directions. When they can't find something at the department store, they won't ask the staff to point them in the right direction. God forbid you try and get them to call a plumber to come fix something at the house. They always wanna do it themselves, don't they?

Naturally Kyle wanted to take on pretty much every swinging dick in Hollywood by himself this week. When a guy gets himself into big trouble like that, it's up to his brave step-sister to come in and save him from himself. And that's exactly what I did. Cause I'm Bayley... and I'm a Good Guy.

She leans over to Charly and not-so-coyly whispers in her ear.

Bayley: How's that for a new catchphrase, Charles?

Caruso: Uh... fine... I guess... so are you like, on the roster now or -

Bayley: Whoa whoa whoa! You wanna talk contracts, you can reach my agent at 1-800-mind-your-own-beeswax. What's important is that while my dad and my brand new step-mom - whom I love and cherish with all my heart - are away on what I'm sure is going to be a honey for the ages - I've taken it upon myself to keep an out on our precious Kyle. Cause I'm Bayley... and I'm...

She leaves it open for Charly. There's an awkward pause. Still nothing. Bayley nudges her again. Charly sighs.

Caruso: ... a Good Guy.

Bayley: See! It's catching on already! It's gonna be a big hit, I can tell. Toodles!

Bayley waves goodbye and carries on the way she was going. Charly doesn't know what to make of any of that. Revolution rolls on!




We cut to the ring, and we see famous podcaster and Commentator Joe Rogan in the ring.

Joe Rogan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever weigh-in for the UWF. Let’s get started with this by introducing the challenger. The current BMF Primetime medal champion the ‘Notorious 187’ Homicide.



LL Cool J Homicide blares through the PA System as the primetime medal holder with his custom BMF belt Homicide comes in. Homicide walks down the ramp with Dan Lamber and Sin Cara. The fans cheer as the current medal holder enters the ring with the posse.Homicide daps it up with Joe Rogan as Dan Lambert, and Sin Cara follow him behind. Sin Cara raises the BMF belt up high in the sky, and Rogan goes onto talk.

Joe Rogan: What a reception for the challenger but I know the champion will also get a big response because we have the current reigning defending UWF Intercontinental Champion Danhausen.

Suddenly the lights begin to darken and flicker…



Rogan is spot on with his assessment as the crowd rises to its feet to give a big welcome to Danhausen. The reigning IC champ walks out on stage, waving his hand in the process and doing a couple of slow stage twirls with his cape flowing in full force. As he walks down the ramp and scales the steel steps to enter the ring, Danhausen takes a moment to glance at all the others currently stood in his presence before posing with arms raised on the ring apron to a massive pop. As the music fades out, Danhausen enters the ring and walks over to shake hands with Rogan before being handed a microphone from a ringside technician in order to air his views to the watching world.

Danhausen
First things first, thank you Rogue Joseph for stepping in to host this very nice, very memorable event. Danhausen always appreciates when names from outside of the Ultimate Wrestling world take a vested interest in his business, assuming that they are of course cordial about it and are not secretly trying to hoodwink Danhausen out of his hard earned monies!

A few pockets of laughter can be heard from the crowd as Rogan also appears to get a minor kick out of Danhausen’s opening statement, whilst also indicating off microphone that he’s not here to steal anything from Danhausen.

Danhausen
But on to the more serious matter at hand, Danhausen has to say that he found it somewhat despicable that he was forced into this in-weight situation before the upcoming match between him and the unwanted child of the hoodhausen over there. It feels like despite being a headline act for almost an entire human year, there is still a lack of trust of some sort around Danhausen, which is hardly fair considering how impressive his accomplishments have been. Do people really doubt that Danhausen weighs over 300 pounds like he has always been claiming since the first day he stepped foot inside an Ultimate Wrestling ring?...

Despite the general positivity for the champ, there are some doubtful looks and noises around the building on this particular occasion as to whether Danhausen actually weighs as much as he has always claimed to have. The minor objections do take Danhausen a little bit aback, but the champ remains keen to stand his ground.

Danhausen
Well, speculate all you want, Danhausen is here, albeit reluctantly, to prove that he is who he says he is. But know that regardless of what those weight scales will claim to say, he will still hold the advantage over his challenger, because this is the closest that he and his comrades will ever come to holding Danhausen’s title!

Danhausen holds the Intercontinental Title up high for all to see which draws another massive pop. As he eventually lowers the gold and puts it back around his waist, Joe Rogan is keen to move proceedings on.

Joe Rogan: Alright we heard from the champion but the challenger before stepping on the scale what do you have to say.

Homicide gets a microphone handed to him by Sin Cara. Sin Cara points at Danhausen and Homicide pushes Sin Cara aside and he speaks.

Homicide: Naaa Danhausen this was set up for fairness. Look you may view me as a bad dude. I heard you last week but I’m not a bad dude. I’m a dude looking to become one of the best here in the UWF. Chu think of me from the past when you need to worry about the here and now. I don’t doubt your weight. Shit if your 300 pounds your 300 pounds I just don’t want no voodoo magic because believe it or no Danhausen I believe in that.

Joe Rogan gets excited hearing that Danhausen has magic and you can see his brain is just thinking of what to ask him in a Joe Rogan Experience podcast. Homicide gets closer and he speaks.

Homicide: I know everyone knows why I am with Dan Lambert. They know what I sacrificed to get to this point. I am letting you know now this right here is all about respect. I don’t view you as a joke. I don’t view you as not a champion because you have that over your shoulder. Chu are a champion a damn good one and I want to beat the best before I make my way to the top. All I want from chu is a fair and honest fight with no curses. So I am not wasting anytime.

Homicide goes on the scale and he takes off his shirt and he flexes showing a strong physique showing he is focused on becoming the next UWF Intercontinental Champion

Joe Rogan: Official weight for the challenger 189 pounds.

Homicide steps off the scale and he awaits Danhausen to step on. The reigning champ follows suit, stepping onto the scale and folding his hands over one another whilst gritting his teeth as a response of sorts to Homicide’s muscle flex pose for the cameras that are stood by.

Joe Rogan: And the official weight for the champion… 369 pounds.

A mixture of cheers and gasps ring out, but before the weight can be officially recorded, Dan Lambert steps across to says something directly in Rogan’s ear whilst also pointing at Danhausen’s midriff. After a brief pause, Rogan quickly issues a follow up to the weight declaration.

Joe Rogan: Dan Lambert has just informed me that this weight cannot be registered as Danhausen is still wearing the UWF Intercontinental Title belt. Mr Hausen, would you therefore please be so kind as to remove the championship from around your waist before stepping back onto the scales.

Danhausen quickly motions his hands in mild disgust before obliging and removing the title from his person. He places it on the floor before stepping back onto the scale, this time mimicking the flex pose previously performed by Homicide.

Joe Rogan: Thank you. Official weight for the champion is… 361 pounds.

A massive grin takes over Danhausen’s face, but Lambert isn’t standing for it again. He rushes back across to Rogan, this time motioning with the shoulders. Rogan catches on follows up once again.

Joe Rogan: Again, this weight cannot be registered as the champion has stepped onto the scales whilst wearing a… cloak or a cape, of some description. Danhausen, could you please remove the item from your person and step on to the scales so that your official weight for the upcoming contest can be recorded.

This time Danhausen shakes his head in disgust in the direction of the opposition party, but once again does as instructed and removes the cape before placing it next to the title and standing on the scales once again. Now on the third time of trying, and with nothing visible on or attached to him, Danhausen raises his arms into his signature cursing pose as Rogan looks across at the scale figure.

Joe Rogan: Official weight for the champion… 355 pounds!

Danhausen exits his cursing pose and raises both his hands in the air in delight as one of the biggest pops of the night greets his weigh-in success. On the other side of the ring, Homicide and his team are pissed with the announcement, with Lambert looking particularly annoyed that his observations still didn’t expose Danhausen’s weight claims to be false.

Joe Rogan: Well that’s gonna do it for our weigh-in session tonight. Thank you for watching, and be sure to tune in again when these two individuals go at it for the right to call themselves UWF Intercontinental Champion!

As a team of technicians enter the ring and begin to disassemble the scales, Danhausen grabs his belongings and exits the ring through the middle rope before heading down the steel steps. As he makes his way back up the ramp, he stops for a moment and turns to face back towards the ring, indicating that he seems to have a bit of discomfort in the lower part of his body. In a sudden motion, Danhausen reaches into his pants and after a couple of seconds of rummaging, pulls out a large sized white bag with a green $ sign on it. Danhausen holds the bag up for all to see, which prompts another big cheer from the crowd who can’t quite believe that he was keeping it in there for the entire time, but also draws further annoyance from Homicide, Dan Lambert and Sin Cara, who feel like they’ve been duped big time. Danhausen can only smile though as the fans begin to cheer his name in unison. All of a sudden Dan Lambert grabs this microphone.

Dan Lambert: Wait just one second Joe he duped us again.

Joe Rogan: Well unfortunately Dan we didn’t know he could fit that big size of money in his pocket so we have to live with the result. Danhausen is a legit 355 pound man, and Homicide needs to be ready to face that.

Homicide: Dan it’s fine. Cause you know this guy he is the champion. Champions advantage than so be it. We can’t be upset, and we should by now expect the unexpected.

The two men look at each other as we have our Intercontinental title match set sometime in the future.






We cut to the office of EC3 where the Owner of UWF is standing by.

EC3: In case you've been living under a rock, December marks the 11 year anniversary of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. For 11 years the UWF has lead the way for excellence in wrestling. There were many a times where people thought we would fail. Hell there's been people outright trying to kill this company but our next pay per view Slammiversary looks to celebrate our rich history. That night we will remind people why we are the premier company in wrestling with some stellar matches that will include the rematch for the UWF Championship when Shark Boy defends the title against Edge.

A big reaction from the crowd who are pumped to see Shark Boy get some more revenge on Edge after being blindsided by him at Halloween Havoc.

EC3: In addition to that, last week Sami Zayn made the announcement but I know how much you guys hate him so you probably weren't paying attention to what he said so I'll go ahead and make the announcement here. He will take on both Eddie Kingston and Tommaso Ciampa to determine the new #1 contender to the UWF Championship.

A mixed reaction this time. The crowd loves Kingston and have come around to Ciampa but any chance of Zayn sniffing a world title draws boos.

EC3: Batista also laid down the challenge earlier tonight and it looks like Kyle O'Reilly has accepted it. The two will face off in a singles match at Slammiversary! If that wasn't enough, Trevor Lee has been scouting for some competition and it looks like Steve Austin has answered the call. They'll fight for the UWF Television Championship. And of course you already know that Homicide has cashed in his Prime Time Medal and will be taking on Danhausen for the Intercontinental Championship at Slammiversary. Now let's continue on with the show.




The cameras catch up backstage where Sami Zayn appears to be walking off, heading to the parking lot.



Kayla Braxton: Excuse me Sami, where are you going? The show's not over yet.

Sami Zayn: Oh I'm sorry, is the show not over yet? Who cares! Did you not hear Tommaso Ciampa threaten me? And that idiot Eddie Kingston also decided to attack me for no good reason. These are unsafe working conditions. I've given them a great opportunity to become #1 contender and this is how they repay me? EC3 may have made it even more official now but I'm officially boycotting the match until I can get a protective order from those two. I personally know Mexico's best lawyer so until Slammiversary. neither of them will be able to land a finger on me without getting sued into oblivion. Now get out of my way!

Sami walks off as the show fades back to the ring.




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 up, Edge brings his head back down to level as the crowd continues to show their disdain for the former UWF Champion, but his focus isn't on them. He makes his way down to the ring, their boos falling on deaf ears as he grabs the waiting microphone on the stairs and enters the ring. As he stands in the center of the ring, the boos intensify once more, the crowd doing their best to put off hearing the Rated R Superstar for as long as they can. It doesn't work as Edge raises the microphone to cut their the droning masses.

Edge
Once again...I stand here as the number one contender to the UWF Championship. Once again I find myself on a course to main event a pay per view. And once again, I'll find myself standing face to face with Shark Boy. I wouldn't blame any of you for being sick of this song and dance by now, you suffered through a seemingly endless Seth Rollins reign not too long ago. You're all welcome, by the way. And now you're dealing with the same two competitors, duking it out over the grand prize of this company, month in, month out. But if you look out at the rest of the competitors, are any of them really up to that gold standard? Seth Rollins has all but disappeared since I took the UWF Championship away from him. I sent CM Punk to both the hospital AND the unemployment line shortly after winning the UWF Championship. And everyone else that could've stepped up got stopped by Shark Boy. Homicide may be the Prime Time Medal holder, but last week I showed him and all of you that he's not truly ready for prime time. And honestly, I don't know who else on this roster could step up to myself or Shark Boy without getting brushed to the side.

There's a slight mixed reaction as the crowd is starting to gather that Edge is...complimenting his future opponent?

Edge
You see since I came back to the UWF, I've been on a bit of a hot streak. I have lost a grand total of...four times since my return at Wrestlemania. And one of those losses...well I lost on purpose to send a message. But it counts as a loss nonetheless. What I've done though, is every time I lose, I avenge that loss. Typically when the stakes are greater and the lights are brighter. Lose the Prime Time Medal to Danhausen? Beat Danhausen to head to the King of the Ring finals. Lose to Seth and Roman in a tag match? Beat Roman AND Seth in separate singles matches, including beating Seth for the UWF Championship. And then, at Bad Blood, there was Shark Boy.

The crowd cheers for their UWF Champion and though the crowd has no play at all in who succeeds and fails in this business, they'd certainly anoint Shark Boy as the UWF Champion if the choice was theirs to make.
Edge
I won't make any excuses as to why I lost besides a lack of preparation. I was caught off guard by what I saw when I took off his mask...

Edge pauses as he seems to shudder a little bit as he remembers, but pushes that feeling back as he continues.

Edge
For weeks, I pushed and pushed against Shark Boy, that the mask wasn't enough to beat me. That he'd need to dip down into those unsavory actions he committed as Dean Matthew Roll and Dean Baldwin. And for weeks he told me that wasn't going to happen. And he was right. Because under that mask wasn't DMR or Dean Baldwin, it wasn't Shark Boy...it was someone...something else entirely. I don't know what I saw, but I know what I felt, and that was the life drain out of me almost instantaneously in that Peruvian Necktie. I came to, blinded, dazed and without the UWF Championship in my possession. I had lost, beaten at my own game, so to speak. And then there was tonight, losing to a damn backslide. It got me thinking…maybe the bar is being raised around here again. Maybe there are some that have heard my pleas and are stepping up. And it all started with Shark Boy. So before we go on about our next showdown, I want to take this opportunity to congratulate Shark Boy on his hard fought victory at Bad Blood.

Edge sounds sincere in his words and in his face we can see...humility?

Edge
Me just saying it into the void doesn't count though. I'd like to say it face to face. So Shark Boy, if you wouldn't mind indulging me and coming down to the ring?

As Edge gestures to the ramp, the screen on the Titantron comes to life, showing Shark Boy exiting his locker room, UWF Championship in hand, making his way towards the ring. However, as he's walking, suddenly someone rushes the champ from offscreen and shoulder blocks him into the wall. The champ tries to put his hands up to stop or just brace his fall, but all he does is manage to knock over a bunch of steel pipes, which make a cacophony of noise. The fans boo this attack and Edge heads to the ropes to rush backstage to help, which gets a big pop from the crowd. But halfway through the ropes, the figure turns to the camera and removes his hood to reveal... EDGE?!

The fans look back and forth between the ring and the feed, to ensure their eyes aren't deceiving them, trying to figure out which one is the imposter. But the Edge in the ring slowly returns back to the center, locking eyes with himself as they both laugh. At the situation and at the fans for believing for even a second that Edge was turning over a new leaf. The Edge on screen hears Shark Boy stirring on the ground and turns back around to assault his prey. Mounting him and raining down punches onto the masked superstar, who is doing all he can to block until the barrage becomes too much. After a dozen shots to the head, Edge grabs his victim by the mask to drag him to his feet and over to the massive luggage cases. Edge scoops Shark Boy up and slams him onto one of the cases, though it's not that far of a drop. Edge finds a ladder leaning up against a fenced in storage area and climbs it, with Shark Boy laying prone beneath him. Once at the top Edge pauses for a moment to size up his jump before plunging off the top to hit Shark Boy with an elbow drop!



Edge grabs on either side of the case and starts pushing it down the hall, starting slow, but quickly gaining speed. Edge sees his target coming up, an overhanging chair storage solution, for when the arena has expanded seats. Edge lines up his path on the fly and shoves the case into one of the support beams, causing a group of chairs to come crashing down on top of Shark Boy. Edge stands there reveling in the destruction of his opponent, laughing all the while.



Edge
You like my movie? I call it "Pre-recorded Extinction Event".

Did you really think it would take one measly loss for me to go against my plan? That all that needed to happen was for me to lose the UWF Championship for me to start playing nice? Shark Boy crossed a line when he became the number one contender for my title and attacked me in my own home. He destroyed my property and I'm supposed to stand here and congratulate him because he outplayed me once? Not a chance. He's played his hand, but he showed it far too early. Only the flop has been shown and he thinks he's already won. He's laid his cards on the table thinking himself unbeatable. But there's still more cards to be shown and his hand? It's only unbeatable when it's unknown. But I've seen it with my own eyes and next time...

Edge's voice seems at least a tiny bit shaky as he speaks.

Edge
...I'll be prepared for it. Fool me once, shame on you. And I won't get fooled again. So let this be a lesson to you, whatever upper hand you thought you had coming out of Bad Blood? It's gone now. The genie is out of the bottle and your wishes are dried up. So enjoy what time you have left as the UWF Champion because I'm coming for what is mine. What I earned and what Shark Boy didn't earn. Because the thing under that mask is the only reason you walked out with the gold. But I'm not afraid of it now...

Edge's words slowly get drowned out by massive cheers, which Edge at first thinks are directed towards the fact that Shark Boy in the pre-recorded segment is stirring underneath the pile of chairs. But while Edge's back was to the crowd, someone had cut through the crowd, jumped the barricade and slid into the ring. A title in one hand and a string of insults flowing from his mouth. Edge's eyes widen as he slowly turns to be face to face with the UWF Champion, Shark Boy. Edge stands there, unsure of what to do as Shark Boy continues to jaw jack at him. A finger jabbed at Edge's chest doesn't budge him, but when Shark Boy reaches a hand up to take his own mask off is when Edge's fight or flight mechanism engages into Flight mode. He shoots backwards so fast he falls onto his ass as Shark Boy stands there, with the edge of his mask in his hand, but the mask still fully on his face. Shark Boy smiles as he takes a step forward and raises the mask just a millimeter upwards which sends Edge rolling out of the ring and up the ramp, as quickly as he can backwards. The look on his face is pure fear as Shark Boy lets go of his grip on the mask, Edge's reaction to merely the thought of him removing it showing Shark Boy all he needs to see from his challenger. The crowd is cheering Shark Boy while chanting things like COWARD and other less than savory things at Edge as he heads up the ramp, tail between his legs.

Shark Boy takes the time to play to the crowd with his UWF Championship as Revolution comes to a close.



END OF SHOW


Credits

Rhodes vs Austin - Jye
The Guild vs O'Reilly/Bayley - Danny/Jye
Lee vs Ciampa, Eddie vs Edge - Fauche

[Dres]

Lots of great storytelling to set up Slammiversary. As always, it was a blast to TT with Fauche. I’m proud that we went as many rounds as we did, especially since we’d worked out the outcome beforehand. I’m most excited for LA Knight because it means Cwalker is back!

[Cwalker]

Very storyline heavy show, which is always awesome. Lots of progression. Fauche’s Kyle is hilarious; easily one of my favorites. Edge and Cody also had really good promos as well. Matches were awesome. Great job team.

[Fauche]

Big fan of Trevor Lee talking about racking up days and defenses as TV Champ. I love stats. I love records. Here's a man after my own heart. Leedles and Gunn had a good lil tt sesh this week, both are fun characters to write for. Super intense, real strong promo from Ciampa later on in the night, too.

A few weeks back we had Cody losing a moustache over the course of a promo. This time it's a suit. Next step is obviously bleach to black hair in seconds flat.

Big thanks to Danny/Jye for writing a banger match between the Guild and the O'Reilly's. Had just the most dang fun doing a deep thread with shorty tt's with Dres this week. We've had a ton of feuds, Mania main event, KOTR finals, world titles, IC titles, tag titles, you name it. Coming for that Hollywood title now. Mixing up styles here and trying out the less is more thing to keep it feeling fresh has been rad. Supes looking forward to the Slammiversary session and maybe some JUICEY co-promos along the way who knows?

Really liking the energy and enthusiasm Jye's got going into Buzzard promos these days. Also, having the commentary team's take tacked on to the end of a backstage interview is a really nice touch.

Cwalker is back! Who would have ever even thought? As OG as OG gets. Love to see it. This LA Knight is top top notch.

Also maybe he's been gone for like a month and I just haven't been paying close enough attention but RIP Naturalblondie I guess. Leaving before we got the reveal on Trent Seven's mystery benefactor is messed up, tho.

This weigh-in segment for Homicide / Danhausen is incredible. Shout outs to Chase and Andy for their endless creativity. This whole thing is the perfect marriage between their characters' vibes. It's just the most perfect thing and I love it with all my heart.

EC3 running down the Slammiversary card, canonically the only word harder to remember how to spell than Tommaso.

Heck of a promo to close the show - continuing a trend lately of dudes stepping up their game when writing brawls. Just a little something different goes a long way. Glad to see our boy back dropping a promo earlier on in the night, too. The match at Bad Blood was tight, looking forward to seeing these gents do it all over again.