Post by Danny on Dec 2, 2022 20:05:12 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: It's another action packed edition of the best wrestling show on the planet and boy oh boy do we have a big main event in store tonight.
Corey Graves: It's the EC3 special. two pairs of foes forced to team up together. It's not every day you'll see me root for a side with Grado on it but anything is better than Danhausen and that Cartel thug Homicide.
Mauro Ranallo: Are you ever going to get over that?
Corey Graves: No!
Tom Phillips: Well that's not all on tap as Batista will do battle with Kyle O'Reilly's new step sister Bayley!
Mauro Ranallo: Plus LA Knight has returned to the UWF and looks to start another chapter in the rivalry with Eddie Kingston.
Corey Graves: Who cares about that street trash, what's more important is a battle of the champions! Why it's not in the main event, I'll never know.
Tom Phillips: Trevor Lee and Sami Zayn were both very cordial with one another if you rad the transcript but-
Corey Graves: But nothing. They're two upstanding individuals. It's going to be a real battle or wits between the two.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we won't have to wait long as that match is scheduled to take place right now!
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.
Tony Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.
When the southern alt. rock hit "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" starts playing throughout the arena, the fans' excitement is turned into scorn as out struts the man best known either as the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky or as the current UWF Television Champion, one mister Trevor Lee. Stepping in time with his brand spankin' new theme song, Trevor Lee is given a showcase of the "respect" that the fans have for him, as a cacophony of jeers rain down upon the champ, with them quickly amplifying as Lee stands at the top of the entrance ramp, giving a double finger point to the gorilla position right as "The Butcher" Andy Williams comes to join him.
Tony Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Butcher" Andy Williams...weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the current UWF Television Champion, and would like to ask everyone in attendance to go vote for his re-election as mayor of his hometown of Harlan, Kentucky...Trevor Lee!
As Lee makes his way down the ramp, he has that sinister, serpent's grin put on full display as he looks out around at the gathered crowd, pamphlets focusing on his re-election in one hand, while the other clutches on oh so tightly to his precious "Harlan Gold". Offering out the pamphlets like candy, Lee doesn't bat an eye as a majority of the fans either toss them on the ground or rip them up, as his focus remains on simply basking in his own entrance.
Once at ringside, Lee opts to take the long road, striding to the hardcam side with that damned devilish grin on his face, Andy following closely behind to prevent any ambushes like a good bodyguard does. Hopping up knees-first onto the ring apron, mister Trevor Lee once again stops to look out to the crowd, using his newly-freed hand to clutch onto the ropes while keeping a firm grip on the WUF TV Title with the other, before then perking up to his feet. Finding his footing, Lee would point two fingers up to the sky, his eyes closed and a beaming smirk on his face, as he calls out how he's bringing both his in-ring and political game "TO THE MOON!"
With Trevor FINALLY in the ring, "The Butcher" Andy Williams would roll in afterwards, going right into his goose stepping taunt as he circles around his mayor, before standing right to the side of his boss/employer/friend(?), letting Lee take center stage once more as the two now await whomever Lee is facing off against...
VS 
Both men starts with a tie up.and they have a test of strength. Sami got the upper hand with the most advantages and Trevor push him away as Sami is sent to the ropes. Sami bounces off the ropes as Lee dropkick him and he falls down. Lee puts him in the sleeper hold as Lee tries to get out. Trevor Lee put on more pressure as Sami tries to get out. He looks like he will pass out as Sam slowly gets back up and he begin elbowing Lee. Zayn let’s go of the sleper hold as Trevor takes him down with a huge backdrop. He quickly hooked the leg.
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2……..
And a kickout.
Trevor quickly grab Sami and hits a Gutwrentch Suplex. Zayn is down as Lee hook the leg.
1…....
2……..
And kick out. Trevor can’t believe it as he quickly grab Sami and Zayn is about get Cumberland suplex. But Zayn reverse it into a half and half suplex. As he is about to ready to hit Lee with the Helluva kick, suddenly some music begins to play.
Zayn looks around with a shocked look on his face. Ciampa nor Kingston aren't allowed within 100 feet of Zayn so he's looking around ready for him to pounce. Trevor takes the advantage and he quickly hits Sami with the Harlan Curse. He hooks the leg.
1…..
2……
And a kick out. Sami get up as he is pissed off as he realizes he almost lost the match and he runs at Trevor Lee. He tries to hit a crossbody and Lee catches him with the Collusion Course and Sami is down. He hook the leg and the referee counts
1 ….
2…….
And a kickout.
Mauro Ranallo: that was a close one for Sami.
Tom Phillips: good thing Zayn kicked out or else it would have been over.
Corey Graves: you know Trevor will be bragging about this in his town.
Lee quickly grab him as he is about to Small Package Driver again but Sami breaks free with a thumb right to the eye! Lee turns away and walks towards the ropes where Sami comes up from behind and rolls him up!
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2......
And a kickout! Zayn picks up Lee and hits a quick exploder suplex into the turnbuckle. He run to the other side and he waits for Lee to get up. He's meausring him for a Helluva Kick when once again music is heard.
Sami looks up at the ramp and yells for Kingston to come get him. After a few seconds it becomes clear that nobody is coming out. All this does is make Sami angry but he's only gonna take it out on the Television Champion. He runs right back at Lee in the corner, looking for the Helluva Kick but Lee takes advantage of the situation by hitting him with the Cave in.
Mauro Ranallo: Oh My God. There’s go the Cave in!!!
Corey Graves: Sami is gone after getting distracted.
He quickly hooked the leg and the referee counts.
1…..
2 …..
And 3.
Tony Chimel: Your winner by pinfall….Trevor Lee
Mauro Ranallo: that was a amazing match between two competitors.
Corey Graves: it’s too bad Sami got distracted after getting a restraining order against both Kingston and Ciampa.
Tom Phillips: that seem to backfire on Sami and Trevor took advantage to pick up the win.
The scene fades and ends with Sami Zayn holding his head in anger while Trevor Lee is celebrating his win with a huge smile on his face.
As Revolution continues, we head backstage. The beautiful McKenzie Mitchell is ready to conduct an interview. The UWF Universe may not be happy with her guest though.
McKenzie Mitchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest...
Out of nowhere, the guest barges in before he is even introduced.
LA Knight: YEAH!
The live arena lets out a collective groan as the guest of this segment is revealed to be LA Knight.
LA Knight: I said YEAH!
LA Knight: What's your name, doll?
McKenzie Mitchell: It's McKenz...
LA Knight: Yeah, yeah, That's cute. Now Michelle, I know why you're here. You're here to bask in the greatness in front of you. Just like everyone in this arena tonight. Just like the millions of people watching this program right now. You're here to see the "Thursday Night Thriller". You want to drink in the "Million Dollar Megastar". Just like every woman out there, you want a piece of L...A...Knight.
McKenzie rolls her eyes at that statement but Knight isn't paying her any mind.
LA Knight: So Michelle....
McKenzie: Seriously, my name is....
LA Knight: Michelle, don't interrupt me. Now as I was saying, last week, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. I took that no good redneck Steve Austin, and I put him out to pasture. I made it look easy. I told the old man that he had some Blunt Force Trauma coming his way and I delivered. That should let every single member of the UWF roster know that I am a man of my word. When L...A...Knight says he's going to put you down, 'ya can bet your bottom dollar that it's going to happen.
McKenzie: Well ,Mister Knight, if I can get a word in, not only did you defeat "Stone Cold" Steve Austin last week, but you also sent a message to the current Television Champion, Trevor Lee. Is he next in your sights?
Knight can only chuckle at the question posed to him
LA Knight: Trevor Lee....I heard your interview last week. I know we're on each other's radar. Let me make something clear to you, jack. When I want something, I take it. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. And after one week, Ethan Carter went out of his way and made his best decision since signing me. At Slammiversary, the “Million Dollar Megastar” will be walking in challenging for the Television Championship. And you can bet your keister, that I will be walking about with ten pounds of gold wrapped around this beautiful waist. And Michelle, maybe, just maybe, if you play your cards right, I’ll let you touch it. And you can play with the belt too.
LA Knight: But tonight isn't about Trevor Lee. Not yet at least. Tonight is about the piece of trash I'm stepping in the ring with. And when I say piece of trash, I don't mean that ironically. Tonight, I'm stepping in the ring with Eddie Kingston. And L...A...Knight is 95% sure that Eddie Kingston slept in a dumpster last night. He is the literal definition of trash. I thought last week, I was fed the bottom of the barrel with Steve Austin, but somehow,some way, Ethan Carter found a way to dig even deeper.
LA Knight: Kingston, I don't know what bus station they picked you up from. I don't know what YMCA you took a shower at. I don't care about what high school gym you wrestled in front of 40 people for; tonight you're over matched. Tonight, you go one on one with UWF's past, present and future. If you're a betting man, I recommend that you put your bet in now. Because for just as sure as her name is Michelle...
McKenzie: That's really not my....
LA Knight: Hush Michelle, I'm proving a point. For sure as her name is Michelle, you can bet that tonight will end the same as last week. Tonight will end the same as every week moving forward. It will end with that fat announcer saying "Your winner...L...A...Knight". And that's not an insult...
Knight pauses and looks over at McKenzie.
LA Knight: Michelle...'ya know the rest.
And with that, Knight walks off, leaving a frustrated Mitchell all alone.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly is shown standing next to one of those black transport crates. On the other side, some anonymous member of the road crew. Splayed out between them? An ongoing game of Magic The Gathering! Said nameless staffer is sweating bullets as Kyle batters him with his Green-Black sledgehammer of a deck.
KO'R: Behold my Plaguescrafter, Gary! He's the last nail in your Scion of Drako's coffin! Oh, and you can go ahead and sacrifice one of your other pathetic creatures.
Slipping into character, Kyle hisses the quote inscribed at the bottom of the card.
KO'R: "My power is generosity, in a way. I give my survivors an appreciation for their lives...
Gary the crew member gulps as he picks which one of his cards to send to the graveyard. Kyle cackles as an irritated Bayley enters the scene.
Bayley: What the hell, Kyle? We're supposed to be preparing for my big match!
Without looking up from the game, The Human Swiss Army Knife scoffs.
KO'R: Pfft, that kinda sounds like a "you problem". Besides, I thought you were all confident you were gonna kick Batista's butt.
Circling around the crate, Bayley balls up a fist and cocks it, scowling at Gary so that he runs away. Kyle's about to complain but she cuts him off.
Bayley: You need to take this seriously! The O'Reilly family name is on the line! Don't you wanna show this big dumb idiot who he's messing with?
Sighing, he puts down his cards and rolls his eyes.
KO'R: Ugh. Yeah. Obviously.
Bayley: Good. That's the spirit. I can whoop on Big Dave all night long, but if we want to hit him where it hurts, you need to convince him to put that Hollywood Championship on the line at Slammiversary, and to do that, you need to star in a movie. Now we don't have time to get you cast in some kinda major motion picture. Luckily, I have a better plan.
You remember last weekend when we went to Granna's house?
KO'R: Of course. I showed you all of my lego - the customary act of bonding with cousins and other relatives you don't know good yet.
Bayley: Right. Well while we were there, I did some digging around up in the attic and I found some home videos from when you were a kid. I bet we could use these to make a documentary of your life and times! It has to be a blockbuster, though. A lot of people have to see it for it to count. So I was thinking we get it on youtube or -
Kyle interrupts her with an idea of his own.
KO'R: Why don't we just upload it to my Onlyfan account?
Bayley: Hmm, yeah, that could work! As long as - wait... did you say Only "fan"? Like singular?
KO'R: Uh... yeah, duh! It's my husband, Despy.
She scratches her ear, confused.
Bayley: You make your husband pay for your sexy online content?
KO'R: Psssh, grow up. It's called "porn", dummy.
The "Good Guy" shakes her head, not wanting to know anything more than that.
Bayley: IMaybe we should just stick with youtube. Or maybe Roku - they're desperate. They'll take whatever they can get. But we need to get this done ASAP. Before Slammiversary. Do you know anyone who's an expert in video editing?
KO'R: Sure. My buddy Gary does video package production stuff for the company.
Bayely: Who the hell is Gary?
O'Reilly points down the hall.
KO'R: That guy you scared off. Actually, you kinda saved his life. I was about to unleash my Craterhoof Behemoth on him.
Slipping into a voice much deeper than one would think possible for a man of his size, Kyle recites the inscription on this card, too, off by heart.
KO'R: "Its footsteps of today are the lakes of tomorrow."
Bayley: Well go get him! We need his help! And you better be ringside for my match!
KO'R: Fine, I'll see if can do it, but there's no way I'm going easy on him. Wrestling is for fun. MTG is life and death.
Kyle goes chasing after Gary well Bayley sighs, exasperated by it all. Revolution rolls on!
We cut backstage to Christian, getting prepared for his upcoming match, tightening his boots when a hand places itself on his should from off camera. Christian looks up at the figure and flashes a smile as the figure then crosses between Christian and the camera and sits down next to him. The camera pans out to show Christian is joined by his friend, hetero lifemate, and former UWF Champion, Edge. The two sit in relative silence as Christian checks his gear ahead of his match later in the night and Edge gathers his words. However, before they're fully gathered...
Christian
Penny for your thoughts?
Christian flips a penny he gathered from the floor into Edge's outstretched hand, completely throwing off the thought process of the Rated R Superstar. This does get a slight chuckle out of him though.
Christian
Look, I have a feeling I know where this is going based solely on how you're dressed. I get it, you wanna stay as fresh as possible for Slammiversary. I don't blame you one bit and honestly, I'll be fine out there with Grado. I just have this....calm before the storm feeling about tonight. Sure, it's the calm of a Category Five hurricane about to make history when it makes landfall...but it's still pretty calm right now. Even if Shark Boy...
This is where Edge cuts him off.
Edge
That's the problem. I know in any other circumstance, you've got this situation handled, 1000%. But you didn't see under that mask like I saw at Bad Blood. If this was Shark Boy from Final Battle...hell even Summerslam the month prior to Bad Blood, you'll be fine out there. Even in a two on one, I know you'll all come out of there even at the very least. But this is a different beast entirely. That's not Shark Boy under that mask anymore. If he shows up ringside tonight...
Christian
Then I handle it. If if handling it means tucking my tail between my legs and running. Look, I don't want to do anything to jeopardize your chances at the UWF Championship. I've always been in your corner, man. I'm not going to let the last show before your big match take me out. That's a promise. Plus, someone's gotta be the towel boy for you.
Christian reaches a hand out to put on Edge's shoulder, but Edge is looking down as he says this. Edge, still looking down, places a hand on Christian's hand as he speaks.
Edge
Yeah...about that...I talked with EC3 about who could be at ringside, handling towel duties for me. And I know you've been an integral part of this whole Shark Boy debacle and I greatly appreciated everything you've done so far, I really have...but in a match like this, where I need someone to speak for me. To act in my best interests...not just as a wrestler, but as a person. As a husband. As a father. I need my family there handling things of that magnitude. So...at Slammiversary...
Christian and the crowd are having their breath stolen from them as they know what's coming. The sadness and disappointment can be seen on Christian's face as he prepares himself to be relieved of towel duties. Christian starts reaching into his bag off camera to give Edge the vaunted towel, but partway to Edge, Edge's hand reaches out to stop the transfer, with the towel dead center of the screen.
Edge
...I would be honored if you stood alongside Beth and my kids and all four of you handle towel duties. I can think of no one more qualified to know when I've got one more gear to shift into and when I'm tapping into an empty well. You know full well the weight of what you hold in your hands. You're a part of this family, Unccy Jay. And I know my family will make the right choice at Slammiversary.
The two men stand up and embrace, much to the delight of the crowd, one of the few times Edge has garnered legitimate support during this most recent UWF stint. As the two break from their embrace, Christian triumphantly slings the towel over his shoulder and exits the locker room, likely to take care of any last minute warm ups out in the hall to get loose for his tag match later in the night. The scene fades on a shot of Edge's face, a smile on it. One of a man who is enjoying the calm before the storm, even when he sees the clouds on the horizon. And with that, Revolution presses on.
We head back to the ring where Eddie Kingston is already in the ring, pacing back and forth as he waits for his opponent.
"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!
As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.
Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign.
Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has.
VS 
DING DING DING
Kingston comes right at Knight but the Million Dollar Megastar goes through the ropes and tells him to cool his jets. The ref makes Eddie back off but he's roaring to go, pacing back and forth just itching to get his hands on him. Knight comes back into the ring and starts stretching out his hammies, he doesn't want to pull a muscle after all. He's got his hands on the ropes to keep Kingston at bay. The Mad King gets fed up with these antics goes to attack him but the ref once again has to get between the two. Knight takes advantage of this and blindsides Eddie with a punch that knocks him flat on his ass. Knight begins to put the boots to him and Eddie retreats to the corner. Now the ref has to pull Knight away as Eddie picks himself up in the corner. Knight goes to Clothesline him in the corner but Eddie gets the boot up and kicks him in the face! Knight is stunned and Eddie grabs him and gives him an Exploder Suplex into the corner! Knight rolls out of the ring to get away.
Corey Graves: What a cheap move from Eddie Kingston.
Tom Phillips: Cheap move? What about when Knight was using the ref as a shield?
Corey Graves: That was strategy. What just just did was reckless. You could paralyze a man when you throw them on their head like that. As a guy with a history of head injuries, I don't want to see that happen to someone else.
Knight is resting hunched over the barricade. The front row fans have no filter when letting him know how they feel about him. Eddie rolls out of the ring to continue the attack and nails Knight in the back with a clubbing blow. Eddie tells the front row fans to grab Knight's arms and keep him in place so he can deliver a big Knife Edged Chop! The fans drop Knight's arms and grab their own chests after feeling the reverberations of that hit. Eddie grabs Knight a points to the ring post. The fans cheer and Eddie goes to throw him into but Knight reverses and Kingston's head bounces off the steel ring post! The ref's count has reached 6 and so Knight picks him up and tosses him back into the ring, climbing back in and making the pin.
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Kingston kicks out! Knight pulls him back up and lifts him over his shoulder. He's setting him up for the Gravy Train already but Eddie kicks his feet and flips over for a Sunset Flip. Knight swings his arms trying to stay upright and it works. He jumps up to drop a pointed knee on his opponents face but Eddie rolls out of the way causing him to land right on his knee. Knight hobbles away to the corner but he has no time to recover as Eddie comes charging with a Running Arched Big Boot in the corner! Knight looks dazed and so Eddie traps him and throws him back with a Head and Arm Suplex! It's a rough landing for Knight but Eddie quickly goes for the pin before he can roll out of the ring again.
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Knight kicks out! Eddie Eddie stands over him and grabs at his legs, folding them over and lifting him up into an Inverted Cloverleaf! Knight is scrambling for the ropes but Eddie keeps his base low to make sure Knight can't sway him closer to the ropes. Eddie yells out that he's gonna break his legs but Knight reaches back and punches the back of Kingston's knee causing him to buckle and fall to his knees. Knight rushes forward and pulls Eddie with him as he makes it to the ropes to break the hold.
Corey Graves: Break the hold you thug he's got the ropes!
Mauro Ranallo: His arms are a little tangled up in the legs, I'm sure it's nothing malicious.
Corey Graves: That's what he wants you to think. This bargain bin wrestler is simply trying to cut short a promising career.
Knight rolls out onto the apron and tries to get some feeling back in his legs. The Mad King comes over the ropes and grabs him but Knight holds onto his head and hangs him on the top rope! Eddie retreats to the center of the ring holding his throat coughing. Knight comes into the ring and comes up behind him. He gets him in a Full Nelson before lifting him high into the air for the Full Nelson Slam! He makes the pin!
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Kingston kicks out! Knight grabs his opponents arm and pulls him up to a vertical base. He walks him over to the corner where he smashes his face into the turnbuckle and then turns him around. He lifts him onto the top rope and starts to ascend up as well. He gives Eddie a few shots to the head to keep him stunned before he grabs a hold of him. He's looking to Superplex him off the top rope but Eddie starts to fight back with some shots to the ribs. He follows that up with a Headbutt and Knight gets knocked down to the mat below. Eddie's Headbutt affected him as well as he shakes off the cobwebs. Unfortunately for him, Knight is right back on the attack as he runs up the turnbuckles and grabs him, sending him down to the mat with a massive Superplex! Knight floats over into the cover!
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Kingston gets the shoulder up at 2! Knight sits up and shakes his head, thinking that should have been more than enough to put away a lesser wrestler like him.
Tom Phillips: No matter what, Eddie Kingston will continue to fight on. It's why he finds himself in the number one contender's match for the UWF Championship.
Corey Graves: No, he found himself there by the good graces of Sami Zayn. I for one think that once LA Knight beats him, he should get his place in the contender's match.
Mauro Ranallo: Well he has to win this match first and so far, he's yet to defeat Eddie Kingston in their matchups.
Corey Graves: That was a year ago Mauro, people change.
Knight walks over to the corner and exits out onto the apron. He's a little slower to climb to the top rope due to that Inverted Cloverleaf but he manages to make it to the top rope. Eddie hasn't moved since the Superplex and Knight laps off the top rope with an Elbow Drop! Kingston's however rolls out of the ring and the point of Knight's elbow slams into the mat! The Million Dollar Megastar grabs at his arm in pain while Eddie gets to his feet behind him. Knight doesn't realize this and when he turns around, he eats a Spinning Backfist, sweat flying off his face! Knight gets turned around from the impact and so Eddie grabs his arms and pulls them behind him, popping his hips into a Tiger Suplex into the pin!
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Knight kicks out! Eddie grabs Knight by the ear and pulls him up like he's a badly behaved child. The disrespect. He pulls him in at the side, setting up for a Saito Suplex but Knight starts elbows him in the head to break free. He throws Eddie to the ropes but the Mad King hangs on. Knight rushes him and Clotheslines him out of the ring to the floor below! Knight follows him out grabs him, tossing him head first into the barricade! If that wasn't enough. He picks up Eddie and gives him a Back Suplex on the apron! This time Knight doesn't even bother tossing him in the ring. He slides back by himself and simply yells at the ref to make the count, more than happy to get a count out win.
Mauro Ranallo: I can't say I'd like winning this way but this could be it.
Corey Graves: You do whatever it takes to get a win sometimes Mauro. Let this be a wakeup call for this thug.
Tom Phillips: I don't know Corey, plenty of people have tried to take him down before but he's always come back.
Corey Graves: All Knight needs is 10 seconds and we''re already at the 6 count gentlemen.
The ref has reached the 6 count and Eddie hasn't really moved other than grabbing at his lower back immediately after the impact. LA Knight has his hands raised up in victory but it only pisses off the crowd. At a count of 8, Eddie starts to pick himself up. He hears the 9 count and dives back into the ring. Knight is celebrating but turns around and sees Eddie laid out inside the ring. He may have made it in before the 10 count but it's not looking good for him. Knight pulls him up to his feet and bends down to lift him up for the Gravy Train but Eddie starts driving his elbows into his back over and over again before he rolls him up with an Inside Cradle!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner Eddie Kingston!
Corey Graves: He had the shoulder up ref!
Mauro Ranallo: And just like that, Eddie Kingston scores another victory over LA Knight.
Tom Phillips: Yeah and he did it with a 100% pure wrestling move.
Corey Graves: A cowardly move if you ask me. He was done for and you know it.
Knight pops up and argues with the ref while Eddie rolls out of the ring. He's celebrating up the ramp while Knight is demanding for the ref to reverse the decision. The ref isn't giving in but he continues to get argue with as the show moves on.
Things open up on Batista sitting backstage in his office.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Bayley posed a question this week regarding where my confidence comes from. Quite frankly, I don’t have to answer that question just know that I am confident. As confident as they come, in fact. What about Kyle? Where does his confidence come from? He’s not riding shotgun with Sweeney stacking up wins anymore. He’s not running with the NWO wreaking havoc anymore. But to listen to him, he deserves to be handed the world because of what he thinks he’s done and not what he’s actually done. And to listen to you, well, it’s clear you think your shit doesn’t stink, boasting being undefeated when you haven’t had a match yet. But tonight, that all changes. I’m going to manhandle that confidence, overinflated self-belief, and everything else the two of you spout and smell of and then put it all down for the one, two, three. You picked the wrong guy to be a clout chaser against, Bayley O’Reilly.
Batista stands up and walks offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.
We go backstage where Renee Young is standing by the door to the C.U.N.T. Cave, the lair of UWF Champion Shark Boy and his partner in crime, Grado. Renee chaps the door and waits for someone to emerge, eventually the door opens and out walk Shark Boy and Grado to a loud cheer from the crowd. Shark Boy has the UWF Championship belt draped over his shoulder while Grado stands ready in his ring-gear and signature snapback cap.
Renee Young: Gentlemen, last week it was announced that at Slammiversary it will be you Shark Boy defending the UWF Championship against Edge in a first ever Throw in The Towel match where you Grado will be in charge of the towel and ultimately the fate of the UWF Championship...
Shark Boy: Let me stop ya right there Renee 'cos that's where you've got it twisted. Does Grado have the power to end the match next Sunday?, shell yeah he does, but is he gonna?, shell no!. See me and Grado have an understandin' here that goes back years, almost a decade here in the UWF, we ran roughshod the first time around when the C.U.N.T. ran Friday Night Smackdown. We've got each others' backs, we're brothers. We bleed for each other and damn it I love that chubby lil' Scottish bastard. And I trust him, I trust him with that towel because he knows that there's no way Shark Boy will ever quit in that ring. And when it comes to fightin' Edge?, I sure as shell ain't about to start quittin' - quite frankly I'd rather they picked me up and put me in a damn casket because that bastard is gon' have to kill me to take this here belt...
Renee Young: Doesn't it make you nervous that your title reign is in the hands of someone el-
Shark Boy: Let me cut ya off again Renee, I'm real sorry bout it but as a matter of fact, this whole throw the towel in gimmick?, it ain't even gon' come into the equation because for the past few months, stretchin' back to Final Battle, me and Edge have been goin' bac He talks about settin' the bar, well cod damn we've raised the bar each and every time and I know deep down that I raised that damn bar higher than even a sick son of a fish like Edge could reach. I've been to depths I've never swam to before Renee, there's sides of Shark Boy been seen that I don't even know what to call. But that genie's out the bottle, and if I were Edge I'd be careful not to rub that lamp and play with the fire I got burnin' inside for him. But like I said it ain't gon' come down to no towels because I'm fixin' to finish this whole thing off. I'm tired of Edge, I'm sick of Edge and I don't wanna see him no more... I'm tired of bein' jumped, laid out - I'm tired of bein' arrested, of restrainin' orders... of becomin' possessed by some damn Shark God Demon, I don't know. It's been months and we've been through shell... at Slammiversary it ends, and it ends with the biggest bass whippin' Edge has ever been on the recievin' end of Renee. And when all is said and done and that creepy lil' bastard Christian throws in the towel, you're gon' be lookin' at the man who set that bar just out of Edge's reach and the man that finally gave Edge the bass whippin' he deserved.
Renee Young: Grado tonight you team up with that very man Christian, tell me is there any animosity between you two spilling over from your two best friends' feud?
Grado: I'll be honest Renee, I don't know. I don't know nothin' about Christian other than the fact that tonight... we ride out as the Towel Boiz. And that's with a 'Z' because there's nothin' more extreme than a tag team name endin' in a 'Z'. But will the Towel Boiz explode tonight?... who knows. All I know is that Sharky's right... Edge is in for one major arse skelpin' at Slammiversary and he's also right in sayin' we've got a mutual understandin'. I know Sharky would rather go out on his shield than have this here towel thrown in. And I made a promise to him that I would not throw this towel in unless he was about to die right there in the middle of the ring... but that's enough wi' the morbid, let's talk about my big match tonight because I don't know if you know this but it's officially Gradomania here in UWF once again brother, I'm officially back on the roster!
Renee Young: Congratulations Grado it's been a while, will there be any ring rust to shake of?
Grado: You ever heard the expression the bird doesn't forget how to fly?, the shark doesn'y forget how to swim?... well apply it to Grado because I'll never forget to do what I do best and that's put on a show for all the fans out there, the Gradomaniacs, and I'll never forget how to fight with everything I've got. Now... did I struggle with the medical?, aye, I canny believe I actually passed it, but I've been walkin' my wee dug round the garden. I've been doin' my zumba classes and my DDP Yoga, shout out to Diamond Dallas Page. And I've cut down my fast food intake to just... once a day. I'm tryin'... it's a work in progress but will I give it my all tonight?, your damn right I will. I might be teamin' with a snivellin' little shite like Christian but we're both goin' out there to prove that we're no just the Towel Boiz, but we're two of the top competitors here in the UWF today and imagine if I beat Danhausen, he's the Intercontinental Champion or what if I pin Homicide?, he's a bonafide legend here. Maybe then it won't be long til there's more than one C.U.N.T. wearing some gold around here. But tonight... it's not about the C.U.N.T, Shark Boy's banned from ringside and so is Edge... tonight is about the me and Christian, it's about the sidekicks gettin' some shine because tonight... the Towel Boiz ride out - for the first time... and it might be the last, it's time to giddy up partner and ride out... it's yersel!
Grado struts off camera as Renee looks at Shark Boy who is shaking his head and muttering 'towel boiz' under his breath. The camera zooms in on the stern eyes of the UWF Champion as we head elsewhere.
With things finally having simmered down a tad, the camera view is taken backstage once more, where we immediately see the UWF Television Champion in the locker room, a cell phone to his ear. After a few seconds, the audio from the scene finally kicks through.
Trevor Lee: ".....know, it may be a bit short notice, but listen, I trust ya'. I always have, an' always will, so if ya' can make it? That would be outstandin', 'specially given what that'd probably mean to ya' folk back home. If ya' can't though, that's fine, no worries, it ain't like a truly urgent necessity or anythin'..."
Upon saying that, Lee turns around, and finds a camera pointing at his face.
Trevor Lee: "Listen, I gotta' go, alright? Y'know how this song an' dance goes sometimes, yeah? I'll be seein' ya' 'round town."
Hanging up abruptly, Lee puts down his phone and turns towards the camera, still sweating from the exciting bout he had with Sami Zayn earlier in the night, albeit he is now in a more dressed state...and by that, it is meant he has his hat on.
Trevor Lee: "Well, sorry 'bout that, folks, hadn't quite expected to 'ave some company after that there matchup wit' mista' Sami Zayn. I mean, I probably should've expected somethin' to come from it, given that I done gone picked up another victory, but..."
Lee sighs to himself.
Trevor Lee: "Eh, doesn't matter too much, now does it? I bet y'all are out there wonderin', thinkin' 'bout what's to come wit' that there triple threat match at Slammiversary. See, 'bout that...I ain't exactly too thrilled with the notion o' defendin' my piece o' Harlan Gold in a triple threat match, to be a hundred percent honest wit' y'all fine folk 'ere in attendance at U-Dubya-Eff Revolution, but lookin' at the challengers laid out 'fore me? Well...it's pretty funny, actually, thinkin' 'bout it..."
Lee goes on to chuckle, showing how he's found the humor in this upcoming title defense.
Trevor Lee: "I mean, really, it's a true knee-slapper right there, folks, if ya' take a second an' actually think 'bout it. Like, I genuinely mean thinkin' 'bout it, folks, outta' the three men that are in that there triple threat match...who o' them actually has won anythin' recently?"
Lee smirks, knowing full well the answer.
Trevor Lee: "Last I checked, I just successfully caved mista' Zayn's chest in, albeit in a bit o' a hollow manner, even I can admit that. Meanwhile, mista' rattlesnake is nowhere to be seen, an' mista' Mega-Star? Well, he just gone done plum up an' lost to Eddie Kingston, didn't he?"
The TV Champion takes an inquisitive look at the camera for a moment.
Trevor Lee: "Makes a man think, don't it, folks? Makes a man think...just why are these men even gettin' shots at my piece o' Harlan Gold? It ain't as though mista' Rattlesnake or mista' Mega-Star 'ave actually earned themselves a match 'gainst myself. The closest ya' can go towards them earnin' any shot is that mista' Mega-Star defeated mista' Rattlesnake...but even then, is that much o' an accomplishment anymore?"
Lee's curiosity fades into another serpentine grin.
Trevor Lee: "The answer is that it ain't...not in my eyes, anyways. In my eyes, ya' wanna' make a statement? Ya' actually beat Eddie Kingston. Ya' wanna make a statement, ya' stop runnin' ya' mouth 'bout how ya' gonna' be the next big thing an' that ya' gonna' be a star an' how ya' gonna' go far in this business, an' start actually performin' like the legend or self-proclaimed Mega-Star that ya' actually are. Honestly, fellas, it's impressive how, somehow, the only person who's been makin' any sort o' statements in the recent weeks towards bein' deservin' o' their placement in mista' Carter's company is the man standin' in front o' the camera right now! I mean, I've defeated Batista, Kyle O'Reilly, an' Sami Zayn in my past few showins' in that squared circle, an' all just to keep a firm hol' on this 'ere piece o' Harlan Gold!"
Happily taking his opportunity to brag, Lee holds up the UWF Television Championship with pride in his eyes, his grip tight around the strap of the title belt.
Trevor Lee: "So, 'fore I go an' head on out to try an' meet up wit' an ol' pal o' mine, y'know, bit o' Harlan history bein' dug up right 'ere an' all, allow me to just say it one more time for all the record books bein' kept out there: mista' Rattlesnake, mista' Mega-Star, neither o' ya' are deservin' o' this 'ere piece o' Harlan Gold that is bein' held in my hand right 'bout now, an' I will be more than glad to prove it to ya' by doin' the same thing to either one o' ya' that I did to mista' Zayn tonight. An' Sami? I apologize for havin' to take advantage o' the constant distractions that plagued what coulda', shoulda', an' woulda' been the match o' the gosh darn CENTURY, but ya' gotta' understan' mista' Zayn - come this Sunday night, I will be known all throughout the world as the third longest reignin' U-Dubya-Eff Television Champion in the eleven year history o' this fine company, an' if I allowed an opportunity like beatin' a bona fide future U-Dubya-Eff World Heavyweight Champion slip on through my grasp? Well, that would just be a weakness waitin' to be exploited by those lookin' to etch their own names in the same stone mine's been forged on into, now wouldn't it?"
Taking a moment to give one final smile for the camera, Trevor Lee tips his hat to the folks watching at home, and then walks off...
As, “Sasquatch” by Ice Cube begins to play, the UWF fans immediately begin to boo as they know who the theme music belongs to and who they’re inevitably about to have to look at. Not missing a beat, out walks Batista with the Hollywood Championship proudly on him as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. He is the reigning Hollywood Champion and the leader of The Guild, the, “Hollywood Animal”, BAATIIISSSSTTTTAAAA!!!
Batista goes to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends it, using the opportunity to show off the belt once more before stepping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
The propulsive, enthusiastic, downright bombastic brass and woodwind's of the best band to ever blow'em hums through the PA, sonically sprawling out over the arena like the sun rising at dawn. It ain't the evening news, it ain't Sunday football - the anthemic horns serve to welcome the one and only...
Her name flashes across the titantron and when the disco groove kicks in, Bayley O'Reilly struts out on to the ramp, shooting vibrant finger guns at the crowd. Kyle follows behind her like an angry shadow while she marches down to the ring.
Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Kyle O'Reilly, weighing in a 125 pounds, from San Jose, California... Bayley!
She climbs up into the squared circle while her step-brother stands vigilant on the outside. The "Good Guy" cracks her knuckles and gets prepared for the match ahead.
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DING DING DING
The bell rings but Batista is just leaned back against the corner with his arms crossed, not too impressed with his opponent here tonight. Bayley isn't backing down though. She walks to the center of the ring and tells Big Dave to bring it. The raucous crowd is fully behind her and starts chanting "And I was like Bayley, Bayley Bayley Oohhhh, like Bayley, Bayley Bayley nooooo!". This brings a big smile on Bayley's face and she waves her hands in the air, orchestrating the smarks in the crowd.
Mauro Ranallo: Bieber fever is running wild here tonight in <insert whichever town you want>.
Corey Graves: You know this town is full of idiots since they also cheer for <insert local sports team>.
Tom Phillips: Hey I think they're great. Not as great as <insert local reference>.
Batista gets a frown on his face and charges Bayley as she has her back turned. Little does Batista know that Bayley has eyes in the back of her head (or a Gabriel!) and she side steps him and Drop Toe Holds him so he falls face first into the middle turnbuckle! Bayley jumps up and puts both feet on the back of his head, choking him out while she holds onto the top ropes like she's trying to rip his damn head off. The ref counts to 4 and Bayley backs off like the Good Guy she is. Batista grabs at his throat, choking and coughing but fights through it back to his feet. Bayley comes over and kicks him in the gut and grabs his arm, trapping it to hit the Rose Plant! Batista goes down and she makes the pin!
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Batista kicks out at 1! Bayley is lifted so high up that she ends up landing on her feet. Batista rushes to his feet but Bayley ends up knocking Batista flat on his ass with a boot to the face. She yells out to him "Cash me outside how bout' dat!". She runs back into the ropes to build some momentum but she's nearly cut in half with a spear! The Animal makes the pin!
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Bayley kicks out! Her insides are scrambled and she looks at her backside to make sure she didn't just shit herself. Kyle gives her the thumbs up but it's not looking good as Big Dave grabs her by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. Batista's got her arched back as he scolds her like a child and simply tosses her to the other side of the ring. Bayley rolls to the corner and picks herself up. Batista comes running in for a Clothesline and squishes the hell out of the Doctor of Huganomics. If that wasn't enough, The Hollywood Animal picks Bayley up over his shoulder. He walks to the center of the ring and runs up for a Running Powerslam but Bayley kicks her feet out and falls behind him and shoves him into the corner. Batista stops himself before he collides and turns around but eats a Running Shoulder Thrust in the corner. Bayley rolls back to her feet and slowly waves her body in a circle before running up with a Back Elbow! She rolls him forward and he lays flat in the middle of the ring. She jumps up to the middle rope and comes off with a Elbow Drop right to heart of Batista's! She makes the pin!
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Batista kicks out! Guess Bayley forgot that he doesn't have a heart! That doesn't break her spirit though. She goes to pick him up but he's so heavy that its proving to be troublesome. Kyle gives her some words of encouragement and she shouts back "Thanks Big Bro!" but Kyle turns away, trying to play it cool. What's he care about a dumb girl anyways. Bayley is starting to get Batista up but he suddenly comes to lift and lifts her up and rams her into the corner. From there he starts giving her Clothesline after Clothesline, absolutely wrecking her shit. The ref counts to 4 and he backs away. Bayley falls to her hands and knees and crawls over to Batista. He's simply standing over her, laughing at her misfortune. He looks to Kyle and tells him that that's his future.
Tom Phillips: Batista is just playing with his food right now.
Mauro Ranallo: Didn't his mother ever teach him some manners?
Corey Graves: When you're a part of the Hollywood Elite like Batista, you don't need to worry about what lesser people think of you.
Batista grabs Bayley and lifts her up for his finish. He perhaps took a little too much time chewing the scenery as Bayley rights back with some punches to the head. He falls back for a Hurrincanrana but Batista just has her hanging there. He pulls her back up but she uses the momentum to hop right on over him and flip into a Code Red! Batista's big body flops over before she can even attempt to make a pin. No worries, The Good Guy gets to her feet and watches as Batista crawls over to the ropes. He uses them to help himself up but Bayley runs to the other side of the ring, building some momentum before coming back with a Clothesline! It's not enough to send Batista up and over and so she runs back to the ropes and hits a second Clothesline! It's still not enough but she's getting closer. She runs to the ropes a third time and this time comes back with a High Crossbody! She and Batista go tumbling out but Bayley's foot ends up getting caught and she ends up getting dangled upside down! Bayley is tied up in the ropes and she yells out "Help Step Bro, I'm stuck!". Kyle rushes over to help.
Mauro Ranallo: Hmm where have I seen this before?
Corey Graves: Mauro you freak!
Tom Phillips: I don't get it, what's going on?
Kyle and the ref work together and manage to untangle the ropes and get Bayley's foot free. She falls to the floor below but managed to get her hands up to stop from face planting. Batista is getting back up and so The Doctor of Huganomics decides that it's time to put that doctorate to good use. She spins Batista around and brings him in for the Bayley To Belly but Batista simply flexes up and breaks through her grasp. Batista laughs at her but Bayley just straight kicks him in the dick! Batista crumbles to his knees and Bayley makes sure to tell the ref it was a kick to the lower abdomen. He didn't have the best position what with being in the ring and Bayley in his view so he has no real choice but to let it slide. The newest member of the O'Reilly clan grabs Big Dave and tosses him back into the ring.
Corey Graves: This is a disgrace. Bayley should be disqualified!
Tom Phillips: The ref can only call what he sees. Besides I think it was a legal shot.
Mauro Ranallo: If the tales are true, there's a good chance Bayley did aim somewhere else and Big Dave's bigger Dave still managed to get in the way if you catch my drift.
Bayley comes back into the ring and comes up to the Hollywood Animal. She points at Kyle and says this one's for him as she delivers an Ax Kick to the back of the head followed by a Rolling Forearm Smash! Batista is dazed and turned from the impact of that blow. Bayley grabs him from behind and goes for the Full Nelson to maybe go for the Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon but she can't quite lock her hands due to Dave's huge arms. She forgoes that plan and instead goes for a German Suplex but Drax throws a Back Elbow to the side of her head. She retreats but comes running back at him only to get scooped up and planted with a Spinebuster! He makes the pin!
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Bayley kicks out! Batista gets to his feet and just stomps her right in the gut! He's fed up and clearly mad that he hasn't been able to put away this little girl yet. Bayley is holding her stomach and yells "Is that the best you got!". This pisses Batista off and he simply kneels beside her, grabbing her hair with one hand and just beats her with the other. The fans are giving him mega heat and the ref has to basically pull him off of her. Bayley's bleeding from the mouth and Kyle gets on the apron, ready to step in.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Kyle O'Reilly's seen enough.
Tom Phillips: Quite frankly, I have too.
Corey Graves: Oh boo hoo. Bayley egged him on. I thought you guys were all about equality. She said she wanted to fight, let her fight.
Batista's got some blood on his knuckles and he wipes it on his chest. The ref yells at Kyle to get down and so he drops down off the apron, not wanting to get his step sister disqualified in her first singles match. Batista walks up to the ropes where he's at and starts to shake them. He points the thumbs up and turns back to face Bayley who is trying to get to her feet. He points the thumbs down and moves in for the finish but Bayley picks her head up and spits bloods in his eyes! Batista is blinded and turns away but Bayley comes up from behind and rolls him up!
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But Batista kicks out just in time! He rushes back up but ends up stumbling a bit right into Bayley's arms who catches him and throws him into the corner with an Exploder Suplex! The crowd roars for the show of strength from the Good Guy. She flexes to show off her muscles before she picks up Big Dave and manages to lift him up onto the top turnbuckle. She climbs up there along with him and sends him crashing to the mat below with the Bayleycanrana! She goes for the cover!
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Batista kicks out again! Bayley is heckin' fed up. She slaps the mat in anger and decides it's time to end this once and for all. She backs away and waits as Big Dave turns onto all fours. She moves in for the Step-Sister but Batista pops up and shoots her into the air! Bayley's got nowhere to go but down and Big Dave catches her and rings her down into a Batista Bomb!
Corey Graves: That's it! She's not getting up from that!
Tom Phillips: C'mon Bayley! Don't let your step bro down!
Batista is looking right at Kyle as the ref drops down and makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Batista!
"Sasquatch" hits the PA and the Hollywood Animal stands tall to have his hand raised by the Official. He then tears his arms back and demands the Referee present him with his Hollywood Championship. Even though it's not the guy's job to be handing out technically unofficial belts, the Ref ain't about to get on Big Dave's bad side, so he calls for the Time Keeper to bring over the strap so he can give it to Batista.
Ranallo: A valiant effort by Bayley in her debut single's match on Revolution, but it was tough first outing to draw Batista as an opponent.
Graves: Maybe now she'll realize there are consequences to calling out the best wrestlers in the world.
Bayley rolls out under the bottom rope and lands near Kyle. He helps her up, and seeing how rough of shape she's in, he just gets so dang angry. O'Reilly storms over to the Time Keeper's table and grabs himself a microphone. Batista's music cuts out, which he isn't too thrilled about. He turns to see what's interrupting his victory celebration and sees Kyle outside the ring, mic in hand. The Diabetic Dragon points at the strap draped over Big Dave's shoulder.
KO'R: Hey A-hole, guess what? I'm coming for that Hollywood Championship. And I know you're too much of an effing scaredy-cat to put it on the line, and that's why you hide it behind all your stupid rules and regulations. But I'm gonna make a movie, and it's gonna be awesome, and then you're gonna have no choice but to accept my challenge.
That's right, buddy. PUMPED: The True Story of the Little Dragon That Could is gonna have its World Premiere next week at Rebellion. We're gonna watch it right there on the titantron and Batista, you're invited to stand right where you are and watch me become a movie star. Idiot. See you then.
Kyle tosses the mic aside then slings Bayley's arm over his shoulder so he can help her to the back. Batista's laughing to himself up in the ring, like as if his opponent could possibly pull together an honest-to-gosh movie in a week's time that would convince him. Still, he yells at Kyle that he accepts the terms, but like, facetiously. The O'Reilly's head up the ramp while the Hollywood Animal continues his peacocking around the squared circle. Revolution rolls on!
The titantron would cut to Renee Young standing outside Ciampas locker room, she would turn to the camera and speak.
Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm here outside the locker room of Tomasso Ciampa who last week revealed his new guru to be none over than industry legend DDP.
The crowd would cheer the mention of the legends name
Renee Young: Over the past few weeks we have certainly seen a change in Ciampas attitude and actions and DDP seems to be the one to have done that. Now the pair have been slightly elusive this past week apparently retreating into some sort of retreat to be able to focus on the upcoming match at Slammiversary.
Now apparently the pair are here tonight and are in their locker room. We haven’t seen the two since they got here but hopefully I can get some sort of word from the pair. Lets see if i’ll get lucky.
Knocking on the door, Renee would press her ear up on the door and would hear movement from the inside, standing back she would wait for the door to open and out would sto]ep DDP.
Renee Young: Ah DDP, one of the two men I wanted to speak to tonight, actually I was looking to speak to Ciampa as well and….
DDP would lift a hand up to stop Renee from talking and would ask for a mic which the crew would hand him.
DDP: Sorry to cut you off Renee, usually Ciampa would love to speak to you i’m sure but tonight he has his mind on focusing from Slammiversary, we’re just under a week away from it and Tommy wants to focus, so any questions, i’ll answer them.
Looking at DDP and then the locker room door, Renee quickly realized she wouldn’t be able to get past him so she sighed and spoke.
Renee Young: So DDP you made your return to the UWF last week when Ciampa revealed you as his new guru, how did your relationship start and when.
Chuckling, DDP would talk.
DDP: Oh man, that is a long story with many interesting adventures but for now i’ll say the short version. I kept up with UWF for time to time and many faces would come and go but one guy I saw was Tommy. Now he stuck out because I have never seen a guy with talent like him. A guy who could get to the tippy top if it wasn’t for one thing: his rage.
You see Tommy is a great talent but the one thing that has held him back is his anger, he always didn’t know when to let things go and that lead to him losing his cool and his focus, sure he’d win a lot but there was always an internal struggle there. The man knew what he wanted but he didn’t think he was worthy.
Taking a second DDP would continue.
DDP: Then when he won that Intercontinental Championship it let him prove what he’d been saying the whole time: that he was the best and he showed it for months but that rage was replaced by arrogance. He believed he was untouchable. He beat Shinsuke, he beat Homicide, he beat anyone who came for that belt until he lost it to Danhausen.
Losing it to Danhausen snapped something in Tommy and I saw it, even when no one else did. I saw it and I'd been in that place before. Back in WCW after I lost my World Title, I felt like dirt but I dragged myself back out and so I contacted Ciampa to do the same and made him realize he couldn’t continue being an angry and arrogant man. He had to let things go he had to start showing…..
DDP would take a second and Renee would speak up.
Renee Young: Respect?
Clicking his fingers, DDP would point at her in an affirmative gesture.
DDP: Thats right Renee. Ciampa would bang on about respect but he wouldn’t show it towards anyone. Now sure theres little toads on this roster like Sami Zayn and Edge that don’t deserve it but Ciampa wouldn’t accept Danhausen beat him but I called him and we hashed it out. He came over to my place and I taught him to let go of that anger and arrogance and I think he’s doing a good job so far but he still has work to do.
Lowering the mic DDP would let Renee talk.
Renee Young: Well thats a lot more than a short story but thank you for the insight. Before we go, I know you say he’s preparing but how is Ciampa feeling about Slammiversary.
Smirking slightly, DDP would talk.
DDP: Ciampa’s preparing fine. He knows the odds that he wins this match are against him, he has a 2 in 3 chance to lose and a 1 in 3 to win but he’s had those odds before when he took on Shinsuke and Homicide. He’s keeping his mind focused and his body ready and when the time comes, Shark Boy or Edge are going to need to worry about that man and he will be UWF Champion.
With that DDP would lower the mic, do the Diamond symbol and enter the locker room, shutting the door and locking it. The camera would pan to Renee.
Renee Young: Well DDP seems very confident in his new protege and with just over a week left till Slammiversary, only time will tell if Ciampa will walk out as the new number one contender to the UWF Championship, enjoy the rest of the show folks.
The titantron would go black.
We head backstage where Kayla Braxton is standing by with Sami Zayn.
Kayla Braxton: Sami, it was a tough loss tonight against the Television Champion but-
Sami Zayn: Tough loss? You know what- no. If I had to lose to someone, I'm glad it's Trevor Lee. That kid has a bright future here but while the win/loss column shows that I lost that match, anyone with a pair of eyes knows I was close to closing out that match twice! I have a no contact restraining order on Both Eddie Kingston and Tommaso Ciampa so when they're music hit, I was caught off guard. You've seen how they always come out and attack me. I was afraid for my own well being and Trevor Lee ended up taking advantage of that.
Kayla Braxton: Well you also tried to take advantage of things multiple times in that match and-
Sami Zayn: No that was strategy. I was trying to teach the young boy what he's going to have to deal with if he continues on his way up the ranks here in the UWF. Lots of people will try and pull a fast one on him and I was simply teaching him a lesson. If I was actually trying to get the win via dastardly means I could've done it.
Kayla Braxton: Right. Well I don't know if you just saw but Diamond Dallas Page is Tommaso Ciampa's new guru and-
Sami Zayn: Are you kidding me? A guru? All he's doing is trying to rehab his image. I don't buy for one second that he's a changed man. I fully expect Wardlow to show up at Slammiversary and try and take me out. They want to talk about Ciampa showing respect when he has yet to come out and publicly thank me for giving him this opportunity. At least Eddie Kingston doesn't pretend to be something else. You know what, I'm going to take a long hot shower and then get out of here. Those two can do whatever they want in the meantime but come Slammiversary, I'm putting everyone on notice.
Zayn walks off as Revolution rolls on!
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PUMPED: The True Story of the Little Dragon That Could
World Premiere at Rebellion
"It's like a found footage horror film coming of age story, I guess"
- David Ehrlich, IndieWire
"A deeply human and profound experience, but like, in the same way that stubbing your toe is"
- Richard Roeper, Chicago Sun-Times
"Well I thought it was very well done and I'm so proud of Kyle"
- Granna O'Reilly, South Burnaby Community Bingo Hall
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Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!
The lights dim...
LIFE IS A MYSTERY
EVERYONE MUST STAND ALONE
I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME
AND IT FEELS LIKE...
HOME.
Chimel: Introducing first, from the Tap End of Stevenston, weighing in at 235 pounds... Grado!
The lights flash and spotlights shine brightly on the stage as former Hardcore and Tag Team Champion, Grado makes his way out onto the stage to a huge ovation from the crowd. He's shucking, he's jiving, he's having a one man party and the crowd are loving it. Grado struts down the ramp slapping hands with the crowd who gather at the sides of the ramp as he makes his wat to the foot of the ramp. Grado makes his way around ringside still touching the hands of those who reach out to touch their hero. Grado then unstraps his fanny pack and steps up onto the ring apron and as Madonna's classic 'Like A Prayer' reaches it's chorus once again Grado heads to the top rope where he throws the fanny pack high in the air for the world to see before he steps down very carefully into the centre of the ring where he then plays to each side of the crowd before settling into the corner as he waits for the other to come down.
A countdown fades into view on the screen, starting from 20. As it gets down to 10, music begins to play, ramping in intensity until the countdown ends.
As it ends, the music is unmistakable. The figure walking out on the stage is undeniable. The man with the microphone is un.... ummmm... un.... I had something I swear here. Christian slaps his chest as he does to move things along, peering out into the crowd, playing his usual mental game of Where's Waldo with the nosebleeds. He's never won and today that won't change. The fans are lukewarm to Captain Classic, the Instant Charisma, Christian. Christian walks down the ramp. He looks up and down at his tag partner, his thoughts drifting towards Slammiversary as he climbs the steel steps.
Chimel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian!
Christian joins Grado in the ring. The two exchange weary, distrusting glances ahead of their opponents arrival.
"Homicide" by LL Cool J hits the PA System and out comes the "Notorious 187" Homicide!
Homicide comes out and the fans cheer. Homicide puts the gun signs up and than he fake shoots his pretend guns and makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him.
Chimel: And their opponents, first, being accompanied to the ring by Dan Lambert, from Cocunut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York this is the UWF Primetime Medalist, the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!
Homicide enters the ring and gets to the top turnbuckle removing his bandana and throwing it to the fans. He throws up a gang sign representing his LAX days. Homicide than jumps down from the turnbuckle and is ready for the fight at hand.
Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...
Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.
ChimelFinally, making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, the UWF Intercontinental Champion, Danhausen!!
Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.
With all four men in the ring now, Tony steps out. After each team selects a starter, the Official calls for the bell.
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DING DING
It's Homicide and Grado who kick things off. Danhausen ushers his Slammiversary opponent forward into action with a regal flick of the hand, as if he's there to do his bidding. Homicide shoots a look at Lambert like "is this dude serious?" but Cornerman Dan tells him to stay focused on the task at hand.
The longest-reigning Hardcore Champion in UWF history claps his hands together, getting the crowd to join in as he riles the whole place up. Grado's a man of the people. He lives of that energy. The Scotsman and the Notorious 187 circles around the edge of the squared circle a bit before coming in to meet in the middle and lock-up.
Better believe it's a classic collar-and-elbow to start. The power struggle is fairly evenly-matched. Homicide decides to throw in a bit of dirty boxing, nailing a sneaky uppercut to break up his foe's hold so that he transition into a dominant side-headlock. From that position, he forces Grado down to a knee while applying maximum pressure. The Ref steps in to check on him. Grado waves him off with a free hand then uses it to pry at the arm wrapped around his chin.
When he's unable to break loose, he wags a defiant finger, once again stirring the crowd up early on. With their energy boosting his own, Grado hooks a leg and explodes up to propel Homicide into the air with a belly-to-back suplex!
Ranallo: Look at the power of Grado! He hasn't lost a step at all.
Graves: He isn't much to look at, but there's not denying there's some rev in that clunky old engine.
Homicide is shot up and over, but he rotates through and flips around mid-air to land on his feet. It's super impressive. Before Grado can even turn around, the BMF nails a low dropkick to the back of Grado's legs, taking out his base. He goes down like a sack of bricks.
The Notorious 187 then takes off, hits the ropes and rebounds back to plaster his opponent's face with a running boot! Grado hits the mat and Homicide drops down to shoot the half...
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Grado gets a shoulder up right after the two count. Though the crowd are fans of the Primetime Medalist, they love themselves some Grado, too, and applaud the kickout.
Phillips: It should be interesting to see which of these teams, if either, can co-exist. Of course Danhausen will be defending is Intercointinental Championship against Homicide at Slammiversary. It was also announced last week that Grado and Christian will be cornering Shark Boy and Edge, respectively, in their main event clash at that show for the UWF Championship.
Ranallo: That's right, Tom. It will be up to one of these men to throw in towel for their teammate to bring that match - that rivalry - to it's conclusion on the night that the UWF celebrates it's eleventh birthday.
Graves: Back to your original question, Phillips - my money would be on Grado and Christian, who in the lead up to this seemed to be willing to put their differences aside for the sake of winning a match. They're both pros in their own right, and their problem isn't really with each other. Meanwhile, you've got a literal demon and a Cartel member across the ring, neither of who I'd trust as far as I could throw them.
Ranallo: While we're on the topic, I think it's worth mentioning that both Edge and Shark Boy were banned from ringside for this contest.
Homicide picks Grado up by the scruff of the neck, intending to drag him back to the home corner to tag in Danhausen. The IC Champ looks like he'd rather let Homicide handle it for now and rolls his eyes when he's asked to come in and handle the heavy lifting.
Thing is, before that tag can even be made, Grado shoots a punch right into Homicide's guts. He doubles over and the C.U.N.T. member follows up with a double-ax handle right across the back. That has the ATT member all messed up, allowing Grado to turn the tide and pull Homicide back to the part-timer's corner instead.
Christian tag in, garnering a mixed reaction. The older fans know what's up, but all the new kids who love themselves some Shark Boy and hate themselves some Edge aren't so sure. Captain Charisma doesn't seem too bothered either way. This salty vet has seen the tides of popularity ebb and flow over the years - he can handle all weather.
Phillips: And here comes the Instant Classic!
Ranallo: I expect that these two former tag team champions will work to keep Homicide isolated on their side of the ring now.
Double C flings himself over the ropes and lands with a standing elbow drop on the back of Homicide's neck. That drops him down to a knee, alright. The Canuck then pulls him up and lands a nasty European Uppercut that sends his opponent backing up into the ropes. He catches Homicide on the way back, boots him in the midsection, hooks his head, and then runs the ropes to nail a Tornado DDT!
Homicide's head bounces off the canvas and Christian scrambles over to make the cover...
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The Notorious 187 kicks out at one! The fans pop for that trademark toughness. Christian seems a bit irked by it though, and decides to double down.
Hauling the New Yorker up off the mat, he hooks the head again, but this time from behind so he can execute the version of the DDT he prefers the most - an Inverted kind! That cocky son of a gun makes sure he's facing the hard cam, too, so he can shoot it a quick lil wink before Impaling the heck out of Homicide with the maneuver.
Graves: Wow! Picture-perfect Inverted DDT by Christian. All the fundamentals just enough flare - this guy is a walking, talking, pro-wrestling clinic, even now.
Ranallo: But will it be enough to put Homicide away?
Christian intends to find out. Crawling to his foe, Captain Charisma hooks both legs deep to seal the deal...
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No! Homicide kicks out in time!
The Referee sees Danhausen coming in to help out. He didn't make in time to break up the pin and wasn't needed, but the Official rebukes him for trying to cheat anyway. Hissing at the fifth man, the IC Champ then returns to his place on the apron, where he tells Lamb Danbert to tell his boy to get with the program.
Grado calls for a tag so he can take a shot, but Christian is stubborn and wants to make a point here. He sets his sights on a neutral corner and heads over there to make the climb. Of course his taking a trip to the high-rent district gets the fans jacked. Their on the edges of their seats as he stands on the tip of the turnbuckle, taking some time to get his balance so he can get some upmh behind the launch.
Phillips: Christian no doubt looking for that Frog Splash here...
Graves: After two DDT's, this is gonna be overkill.
Christian soars off the top rope, pulling his arms and legs in and then sprawling them out. Just like a frog.
Homicide rolls out of the way, though! The Instant Classic hits nothing but mat! He bounces off the canvas with a dag nasty bellyflrop, clutching his busted up and bruised body and moaning in pain.
The Notorious 187 rolls towards his corner and sticks his hand out. He's too far away, though, and he's still awful dinged up from landing on his head so many times. Homicide stretches out his hand. Danhausen does the same. The former crawls forward, inch by inch, looking for that hot tag...
Except oh snap, Christian somehow gets to his side first! Grado comes a tumbling through the ropes and throws himself on Homicide to shut that spit down before the Primetime Medalist can make it out alive. The Scotsman then drags the dude back away towards the middle of the ring, far away from the hope of salvation.
Graves: Beautiful work, gentlemen. Beautiful work.
Ranallo: I'm sure Danhausen wants to win this match for its own sake, but he probably doesn't mind seeing the Number One Contender for his Championship take this much abuse less than two weeks ahead of their title tilt.
Grado pulls Homicide to his feet and knees him in the midsection. He then spins around and hooks the jaw, looking for that 17 Stone Stunner - only for Homicide to slip out, drop down, and go for the roll-up outta nowhere! The Ref drops down to count it...
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Grado pops out before the three count!
The two competitors then scramble to their feet. Homicide clocks him with a forearm shiver to the side of the head. Grado retaliates with a European Uppercut that knocks him silly. He then scoops the Notorious 187 up on to his shoulders in a Fireman's carry position. Homicide is wriggling, trying to break loose, causing Grado to stumble towards the ropes - specifically, towards his own corner. That brings him within arm's length of Christian, who tags himself in just as Grado hits the Stevenston Roundabout!
Homicide is slammed into the mat and Grado goes for the cover. The Referee doesn't count it though - instead, he informs the Scotsman that his partner just tagged in.
Ranallo: Grado nails his rendition of the F5, but Christian isn't done yet.
Phillips: Its like he has something to prove to Homicide. Or maybe to Grado.
Grado looks up in confused betrayal as Christian steps through the ropes. Captain Charisma shrugs like its no big deal. He then sprints across the ring and nails Danhausen with a running elbow to knock him off the apron, which doesn't sit too well with the crowd.
Phillips: Ooof! A cheap shot by the Canadian, there...
Graves: He's just doing what he has to secure the win. The man is a career tag team specialist. He knows what he's doing.
Danhausen drops to the floor. The Official comes over to admonish Christian, who is like "yeah, alright, fine, I get it", then drops to a crouching position as he lines up his opponent for the Spear as an homage to Edge. Homicide doesn't know what's about to hit him. But what the Referee and Christian don't know - because they were too busy talking to see it, was Danhausen pop right back up and scatter a pocket-full of teeth across the mat. They're hard to see against the white canvas.
Grado noticed, though. He drops off the apron, and even though the C.U.N.T. member is a bit chapped about Christian's behaviour, he's in this to win it, so he runs around to outside of the ring to confront Danhausen.
The Intercointinental Champion sees him coming and pulls something from his other pocket, throwing it on the ground where is smashes to smithereens.
Phillips: What the heck was that?
Ranallo: I don't know Tom, I can't see from here.
The reason Mauro can't see it is because it was a mason jar full of spiders. The infuriated arachnids scuttle out of the wreckage and spread out fast. Grado sees hundreds of them all over the floor as he comes around the corner and stops dead in his tracks, turns around, and runs in the other direction, wanting no part of that.
Up in the ring, Christian is laser-focused on Homicide. He takes off, aiming for that Spear, but slips up on all the loose teeth! He trips and falls unceremoniously, giving Homicide an opening to rush in and nail his Running, Flying, BMF Knee right to the face! It lands flush! The Instant Classic goes down and Homicide makes the cover...
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DING DING
YOUR WINNERS...
DANHAUSEN AND HOMICIDE!
The crowd cheers, shocked by the sudden turn of events as Champion and Challenger pull out a win from nowhere over the Towel Boiz! Homicide slowly gets up to have his hand raised. Dan Lambert is looking on with a dropped jaw, just as awestruck by the quick turnaround as the crowd. Danhausen then slides into the ring to have his hand raised, too.
Graves: Look at this glory hog! He didn't even tag in! All he did was cheat to steal the win!
Ranallo: Technically, he didn't break any rules, Corey. And scoring a win without having to take any damage at all, really, gives Danhausen a massive advantage heading into Slammiversary.
Phillips: I can't imagine this tension between Christian and Grado is going to do anything but elevate the hostility in the UWF Championship match that night.
Christian rolls out of the ring, holding his throbbing head with one hand and picking loose teeth of his skin with the other, wondering how the eff that even happened. Grado, meanwhile, is resting against the apron - far away from the spiders - and shooting a hella disappointed look in Captain Charisma's direction.
Up in the ring, the Ref hands Danhausen his belt. He holds it high and proud, but then Homicide gets all up in his face, pointing at that strap like it's gonna be his real soon. The Champ hisses at him, and the two stare each other down while the crowd goes bonkers as Revolution comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Zayn vs Lee - Evolution J
Grado/Christian vs Danhausen/Homicide - Fauche
Kingston vs Knight, Bayley vs Batista - Danny
