Revolution 2/9/23

[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: The Royal Rumble has just passed and we've got new champions, new challengers and new rivalries all stemming from a thrilling PPV!

Corey Graves: Everyone is trying to make their presence known on the Road to Wrestlemania including two men who just arrived if Jeff Jarrett and Will Ospreay

Mauro Ranallo: They'll be sure to by vying for a spot at mania and one man looks to make an impact by beating the new Television Champion Cody Rhodes.

Tom Phillips: Yes he was able to defeat Trevor Lee but Lee would then go on to win the Royal Rumble and will go on to face Shark Boy at Wrestlemania!

Corey Graves: Good I hope he dethrones that clown.

Tom Phillips: Former #1 contender Tommaso Ciampa looks to right the ship as he takes off Eddie Guerrero

Mauro Ranallo: Plus two guys with a lot of momentum behind them in Fin Balor and LA Knight go one on one

Corey Graves: And in the main event we'll get to see MJF humiliate that street trash Eddie Kingston

Mauro Ranallo: Well we got all that and more on tonight's Revolution!




Drums echo throughout the hallowed halls of this prestigious arena, Drums rapidly amp up as the anticipation rises, The drumming goes on ramping up until the final drum sounds echo as the arena goes to silence as the sounds of a drum no more, The silence lingers for quite some time, The silence would go on longer but the first segment went long, brother. The drums amp up again this time accompanied by a guitar that plays a very prestigious tune as the titantron flickers to life...



Drums echo throughout the hallowed halls of this prestigious arena, Drums rapidly amp up as the anticipation rises, The drumming goes on ramping up until the final drum sounds echo as the arena goes to silence as the sounds of a drum no more, The silence lingers for quite some time, The silence would go on longer but the first segment went long, brother. The drums amp up again this time accompanied by a guitar that plays a very prestigious tune as the titantron flickers to life...



The crowd looks on as the visuals that play are as follows: All-time Wrestling greats appear on the screen for a moment before vanishing; Classy Freddie Blassie vanished. The Iron Greek Spirios Arion vanished. Killer Kowalski vanished. Nature Boy Ric Flair vanished. Ricky The Dragon Steamboat Vanished. Leyton Buzzard appears but he does not vanish like everyone else; Words appear in a simple font below the image of Buzzard, "A whole new class of wrestler". The crowd really doesn't like the idea of Buzzard being compared to the greats before him in the video, The video dies as there isn't silence once the music ends there is a loud indistinguishable sound of disdain pouring out towards, Leyton Buzzard. The crowd lingers on as the drummers flair to life yet again as they play more rapidly as in a drum-roll, The crowd knows what's coming so they begin to unleash hell's fury of scorn towards the man presumably in the back...

Morgan Freeman: "Please stand in attendance for the man born in Bristol, You may know him as "El Capitan", "The Bristol Born Bastard" or you shall know him as "A New Class Of Wrestler", He is the "Uncrowned Television Champion", He is the "destroyer of Conspiracies", Give it up for; Leyton Buzzard!"

The crowd is louder than any band you may have seen; Their disdain indeed bothers the man in the back, Leyton Buzzard. The lights go off one by one in the arena til the spotlight is in the center of the ramp with drummers on either side, They begin to ramp up again with their drumming, The anti-hype for this moment is palpable as the crowd really does not want to see the Bristol Born Prick. The crowd already trying their damnedest to give Leyton a piece of their mind, especially after his totally earned victory over Edge, Buzzard's most loyal fans obviously not in attendance. The drummers roll the drums before finally releasing the pent-up sexual frustration built by their arms moving as they release the final bang on their drums, dirty...





The crowd can get fucked as Leyton Buzzard walks out onto the stage as "They Only Love You When You're Dead" blares out, Maybe these fans will love Leyton when he is dead but he doesn't care as he points to his ears, which can't be seen, the bastards wearing noise-canceling headphones with the words "idiot" and "proof" on either ear. Buzzard has figured out how to drown these things out. Buzzard walks down the aisle towards the ring on either side are the drummers as they salute the new class of wrestlers. Buzzard slowly walks the ramp as Buzzard raises his arms up as the front row is covered by cardboard stands of generic smiling people as the crowd can no longer be seen or able to see boo, the ever-living daylight out of Buzzard. Buzzard smiles as he can't be hurt with these "idiot-proof" headphones. Buzzard stops at ringside as he takes a moment in silence.

Leyton decompresses for a moment before stepping onto the steel ramp leading into the ring, He ducks under the ropes as he makes his way to the center of the ring, this is the first look we've got at the set for the celebration of Leyton Buzzard, red carpet hangs over the edges of the canvas with two flags behind where Leyton is facing on the flags is pictures of Leyton beating Hendry and most impressively his victory of Edge over the other. Buzzard steps forwards into the stand microphone as he begins his compelling speech...

Leyton Buzzard: "Sorry I can't hear you"

Leyton does his best Hulk Hogan impression as he cups his hand around his ear towards the crow which illicit profanities I'd rather not type being chanted at the Bristol Born Prick...

Leyton Buzzard: "We here are to celebrate a true warrior, A man prosecuted by his peers and by the entire world. All against him and when no one would listen to him about how awful Edge the master manipulator was. He took it into his own hands to show the true nature of man. Edge hope I didn't beat you too senseless because I WANT YOU TO KNOW I won, I did it, I beat you and have taken your mantle and become the new master opportunist. That brings us to this celebration of the life and career of Leyton Buzzard, I beat Joe Hendry going into the Rumble PPV he still hasn't woken up from his coma, ah thank you to me. Then I went on to beat the former world champion Edge in convincing fashion. I mean I would have won the Rumble if Lee didn't know the truth that I had beaten him months ago for his Television Title he couldn't let it go so I was targeted in that match, I mean wherever I went he followed like a bad smell but despite the huge disadvantage and conspiracy against Leyton Buzzard, I eliminated not one not two but three other men another reason to celebrate the greatness that is Leyton Buzzard. So what I am trying to say is when Lee beats Shark Boy I claim next because I am in the head of Mister Lee I should of beat him for the Television Title so why don't I end his dreams and take what he truly cherishes his moment will be a distant memory as the reign of Buzzard flies high..."

The crowd does their best but can't help but chant "Crash and Burn" as Leyton Buzzard stands in the middle of the ring in peaceful bliss unable to hear the THINGS in the audience wishing death upon him...

"Now onto the celebration."

Leyton lowers his head and folds his arms as he takes a step back onto a small podium where when he stands as he awaits his ceremony to officially begin, The titantron and arena pop to life as Pencil-Neck Geek begins playing throughout the arena, The crowd know clear as the day the voice of Freddie Blassie singing...



Classy Freddie Blassie walks down the ramp as the crowd has no idea what to expect, Blassie is the last man anyone expected to come out during a celebration of Leyton Buzzard. I mean Buzzard perfectly matches the description of a pencil-necked geek. So it's surprising to see Freddy enters the ring as he goes to the center towards the microphone...

"Classy" Freddie Blassie: "You pencil-necked geeks didn't expect ol' Blassie did ya? Leyton here is not the usual type of client I gravitate towards but when I was offered a guest spot to celebrate this man I couldn't decline. I mean anyone who you geeks don't like is obviously a better person than all of you combined, If I told you all to point to the right you'd point to the sky. Now before I catch anything let's get this celebration done as soon as possible otherwise these geeks might wet themselves..."

Blassies' obnoxious laughter makes his distasteful jokes palpable, The man who finds Blassie funny is the classiest of them all, Freddie Blassie. Blassie points towards the entrance way as the lights dim yet again it's like Buzzard planned to give someone a seizure during this ceremony...



"Silver Scrapes" begins to fill the arena with its melody; anyone who knows LCS knows that when this song plays - that it's the fifth game where legends are made. The epic theme plays throughout the arena as two guys dressed as fashionable police officers walk down the ramp holding something under a cloth of sorts. They get to the ring where the two await what's to come...

They await for the music to lower as they unveil a cup, made of silver with a little gold accent around the edge which looks tasteful but not tacky but what is tacky is the diamond-encrusted lettering across its face "Buzzard" "Heritage World Cup" the heritage of this cup is in question as Freddie Blassie takes it in hand as he continues to present...

Classy Freddie Blassie: "This award here even though it's fairly new is presented to a man who has defied everything and became a "New Class Of Wrestler", His undefeated streak shall live on in the annals of time as one that should be remembered fondly. Not by pencil-necked geeks like yourselves but by Greek gods like the man who is the very namesake of this very prestigious award. So without further ado, it's my honor to introduce the inaugural Buzzard World Cup winner; Leyton Buzzard..."

Buzzard has his hands out as the two "police" officers hand him the World Cup, Buzzard overcome with the emotion of the moment stands forwards as he wipes away a tear from his eye. He lifts the trophy above his head as the crowd still tries to get through the idiot-proof headphones for a moment it looks like it's going to work but Buzzard is still in peaceful bliss as the crowd just get more heated...

Buzzard lowers the award as Blassie moves to the side to allow the Bristol-Born Prick to do his acceptance speech, Leyton slowly walks to the microphone; Buzzard feels accomplished for the first time in quite some time as this award is for all the hard work the man with a dream has put in...

Leyton Buzzard: "I want to thank myself for having the courage to accept this award, I now stand among legendary figures who have won the Buzzard Heritage World Cup, Myself. This award is the epitome of greatness and this is a symbol of those who have truly gone above and beyond in this industry. The talent who have won the award are the greats this industry has to offer. I will give you a list of the men and women who will never win this prestigious world cup Hulk Hogan, THE Nature Boy Ric Flair, Ricky The Dragon Steamboat, Scott Steiner, Rick Steiner, Kane, Undertaker, AJ Styles, Hulk Hogan, Finn Balor, Keny Omega, Sharkboy, Trevor Lee, Cody Rhodes, Batista, Kyle O'Reilly, Eddie Guerrero, Bayley, LA Knight, Danhausen, Drew McIntyre, MJF, Dolph Ziggler, and let's not forget THE MAN I EXPOSED in front of the whole world, EDGE! The list could go on for days but I have better things to do than stand in front of a bunch of pencil-necked geeks. So thanks for nothing and time to commemorate this moment in HISTORY...

Buzzard steps down as raises the cup up to his chest as he takes the chance to get a photo op with Freddie Blassie as the titantron and arena flare to life...





Buzzard doesn't react as the "idiot-proof" headphones drown out the crowds cheering for Bronson Steiner. The two fashionable officers shake Leyton's shoulder making him aware of the imminent danger Buzzard orders the two to intercept Bronson while he escapes. They roll out of the ring and up the ramp and say to the behemoth of a man walking toward the ring...

Officers Dango/Breeze: "This is a private event and you're not wearing the right attire its fug--"

Just as the officers begin to speak, Steiner charges forward, catching one with an open-handed smack to the jaw that sends him reeling toward the barricade. The other immediately assumes a defensive posture, but Steiner simply smashes him on the nose with a brutal headbutt that sends him crashing to the floor, gripping at his already bleeding nose.

Tom Phillips: Oh my God! Bron Steiner is here! He's here to ruin Leyton Buzzard's celebration!

Steiner steps over Officer Dango, but Officer Breeze grabs his shoulder. Steiner spins around and catches Breeze with a forearm smash, then grabs him behind the head and pulls him into a stiff knee lift. Breeze wheezes as Steiner grabs him by hip and shoulder, spins him around and throws him like a dart into the nearest barricade, which shudders at the impact.

Corey Graves: This guy is just like his uncle, a bona fide genetic freak!

Steiner then proceeds toward Buzzard, pointing and shouting about how he pissed off the wrong man and now Steiner has come to collect. He starts climbing the ring steps and enters the squared circle, approaching Buzzard with something approximating pure rage in his eyes. It's in that moment that Blassie steps up.

Mauro Ranallo: That might not be the best move, Freddie!

Steiner runs his mouth over Blassie's shoulder, urging Buzzard to dismiss grandpa and face his fate like a man. The insult draws the ire of Blassie, who tries a thumb to the eye! But Steiner's panther-lie reflexes kick in and he grabs the wrist of the veteran, glaring right at the old man. He then twists the wrist out and snaps it, breaking it easily! The old man screams, but his scream is abruptly silenced by a brutal headbutt that knocks him clean out.

Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!!!

Steiner laughs as he advances on Buzzard, reaching to catch him in a grapple when...

Buzzard is already frantically attempting to exit the ring via the middle ropes, Steiner gets a hand full of the Bristol Born Rat's shirt, Leyton trying to escape cause the shirt to tear right off the back of Leyton, Bronson looks pissed as the momentary distraction was enough for Buzzard to take escape the ring and delay his payment, Bronson throws the torn shirt to the side as he exits the ring in pursuit. Buzzard is already at the barricade trying to escape the clutches of Bronson but the crowd though has a different idea as they body block the escape route of Buzzard pushing him right back into Bronson who cracks his neck and is about to snap Leyton's spine in two. Buzzard feels the hot breath down his neck as he drops to all fours and backs through the legs of Bronson who swipes and misses the rat bastard. Leyton quickly slides into the ring with Bronson going around the outside of the ring to cut off their escape route Buzzard, Leyton slides out the other side of the ring as Bronson gets to the entranceway, and Buzzard flies right past him barely getting past the girth of man muscle attempting to take his life...

Bron Steiner: Hey, get back here you rat bastard! Just face this like a man or I'll make it hurt even more when I do catch you!

But Leyton is already long gone. Unfortunately for him, Officer Dango makes the mistake of trying to crawl and catches the Second-Generation Stud's attention. Steiner's nostrils flare as he steps over Officer Dango, then ruthlessly stomps on his spine and flexes for the benefit of the audience before pulling him into a savage Steiner Recliner! Bron applies max torque and looks like he might rip the officer's head clean off until security rushes down the ramp and pulls him away as he shouts, "That's what you'll get!"

The show moves elsewhere.




The titantron would cut to Renee Young standing backstage in the UWF interview area, turning to the camera she would speak.







Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another great night of UWF action, we are just a few days removed from one of the biggest nights in the UWF calendar, the Royal Rumble and what an exciting night it was. New champions were crowned, rivalries were settled and most importantly we found out who will be champion and challenger heading into Wrestlemania.



A photo of Lee winning the Rumble and Shark Boy retaining the title would flash up on screen.



Renee Young: Trevor Lee was the last man standing to win the Rumble and Shark Boy won a vicious war to retain against Tommaso Ciampa, a man that many saw the Rumble as his coming out party after a year of work but unfortunately came up short. Ciampa has been relatively quiet since the Rumble but he's agreed to speak to me. Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciampa.



Walking in from the side would be Ciampa, DDP would be absent.



Renee Young: Ciampa, thanks for joining me. I see you’re alone tonight?



Looking behind him Ciampa would shrug and turn back to Renee.







Ciampa: Yeah Dallas had some personal affairs to attend to and he isn’t available right now so doing this one solo for now.



Nodding Renee would continue.



Renee Young: First off Ciampa I wanted to say sorry for the Rumble, obviously not the result you wanted that night. You promised to walk out UWF Champion and that didn’t happen. How do you feel just a few days out.



Taking a moment, Ciampa would speak up.



Ciampa: As you said Renee it wasn’t the result I wanted. Far from it. You know I pride myself as a man who keeps his word, to himself and the people out there and I let them down, I let myself down. Now Shark Boy is a great champion, theres a reason he has been UWF Champion for this long but maybe I did underestimate him.



Yeah he walks around in that goofy mask and likes to tell fish puns but at the end of the day he beat me and now i’m back were I started, at the bottom on the way back to the top. Like Dallas and I said the Ciampa come back tour begins tonight and the first stop on that is Eddie Guerrero.



Renee would speak up.







Renee Young: Speaking of Eddie, earlier on you two had a bit of back and forth and you insinuated that you didn’t think Eddie was ready for the main event, despite being a former International Champion and a fan favorite. Some have even said what you said to him was disrespectful despite you claiming to want to respect and….



Ciampa: I know what I said Renee, ok I was there and i’m going to be honest yeah it might have been a bit disrespectful to Eddie but I was speaking the truth. Its no secret that he’s been on a downslide since he came but he’s still a legend but it might be time for new legends to rise. Guys like me, MJF, Leyton Buzzard, Cody Rhodes, Eddie Kingston and…..



Ciampa would sigh



Ciampa: Trevor Lee.



Renee would be taken slightly aback by being interrupted by Ciampa but would recompose herself and continue.



Renee Young: Well as you know its more than guaranteed that Trevor will be facing Shark Boy at Wrestlemania, having won the Rumble. Do you have any advice for Trevor?



Sighing again, Ciampa would rub a hand across the back of his neck and nod.



Ciampa: Yeah don’t do what I did and underestimate Shark Boy. Like he said he likes to have his fun and crack the jokes but once that bell rings, you’re the prey and he’s the predator. You’re in his waters now and he can strike anytime he wants with that Chummer. It happened in the match against Sami to become number one contender, it happened to Edge to become Champion and it happened…..



A glazed look would pass over Ciampa’s eyes







Ciampa: It happened to me to retain the title and it can happen to you as well Trevor, so I know you walk around here like you own the place like Harlan itself but this is the UWF and there's only one top dog round here. I thought it was me but no, its Shark Boy.



Once again a slow glazed look of realization crossed Ciampas face, as if he was processing all this for the first time. Renee would look confused but continue.



Renee Young: Well finally Ciampa, whats next for you. This was your quest for the longest time and now you’re kind of stuck in a no man’s land?



Snapping out of this look a sort of snarl would cross Ciampa’s face as he dropped the mic and walked away from Renee. Renee would look in his direction and turn to the camera, unsure what happened.



Renee Young: Well ladies and gentlemen that was Tommaso Ciampa. Tonight he takes on Eddie Guerrero so tune into what I'm sure will be an interesting match up.



The titantron would fade from Renee




UWF continues to roll as the camera cuts to the backstage area to Finn Balor who is seen sitting down backstage before his match against LA Knight.



Finn Balor
Tonight everybody gets to witness the unthinkable happen. Finn Balor vs L A Knight, the dream match everybody didn’t know they wanted. Tonight everybody gets to watch me break LA Knight’s perfect Win streak right after I break his ribs. You see, LA Knight likes to talks a big game but I hope he can really back up all this talking he’s doing when he meets me in the ring later tonight. Tonight everybody gets to witness the start of the Balor Era.

Finn Balor then stands up as he continues to speak.

Finn Balor
Wrestlemania is upon us and it’s time for the Demon to pick its victim. When I came to UWF I came for one thing and one thing only and that was to win everything. I want it all and even though the UWF Championship Match is already set in stone for Wrestlemania I set my sights on another Championship. The American Nightmare! Don’t get comfortable with that Television Championship because the Irish Psychopath has his eyes set on your championship.



The camera then begins to fade to black as the only thing being seen is a mug from Finn Balor.




DING DING!

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




Hulk Hogan's theme hits and he makes his way out to the ring with Jimmy Hart wearing his Hulkamania Rules t-shirt, yellow trunks, yellow boots, bandana on his head.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Venice Beach, California weighing 303 pounds accompanied by Jimmy Hart. He is The Real American Hulk Hogan.

Hogan enters the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent…




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.


DING DING!

VS

As the ring bell sounds, Hogan immediately goes for the Big Boot but Rhodes sidesteps it and then dives at the other leg, taking it out as Hulk now finds himself on the mat. Cody delivers a kick to the side of the Hulkster to roll him over onto his back and then delivers another stomp to the solar plexus before following up with an Elbow Drop to the same area. As the elbow connects, Hulk sits up holding where it hurts as Cody grabs him and guides him back to a vertical base where he starts teeing off with right hands. After a few connect, Rhodes follows up with a Bionic Elbow as Hulk falls to the mat again. Hogan sits up not long after hitting the mat as Cody starts raining down strikes but they’re having no effect as Hogan starts Hulking Up on the way to his feet. Once he gets there, he points at Cody who comes running at him but gets put down, surprisingly, with a Spinebuster!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! How often do we see Hogan use that?

Corey Graves: The answer is never, Mauro. The guy’s got two moves and that’s not one of them!

Even Hulk looks surprised at what he’s done as he reaches down and grabs Cody by the collarbone with both hands and puts him back on his feet, connecting with a Headbutt after he does as Rhodes staggers backward into the nearest corner. Hogan runs to the corner and buries a knee into the stomach of his opponent before beginning to tee off on the head of the, “American Nightmare” with punches. After about five connect, Hogan backs off as Cody falls forward, then Hulk catches him and hooks the head and connects with a quick Suplex.

Tom Phillips: Suplex City, brother!

Rhodes begins climbing to his feet, trying to find his bearings, as Hogan grabs him when he’s on his feet and turns him around but Cody hits him with a punch to the nose. As Hogan is dazed for a moment, Cody springboards off the ropes and connects with a Disaster Kick! Hulk finds himself on the mat again as Cody rolls him over looking for the pin but Hogan presses him upward and off of him, then sits up and starts climbing to his feet. He doesn’t get to stay there long though as Rhodes connects with a Standing Dropkick that sends The Hulkster into the corner. Cody runs towards Hulk and springboards off the ropes again, going for another Disaster Kick but Hogan shoves him with both hands and Cody crashes and burns into the referee. The referee rolls out of the ring as Cody gets to his feet but is blasted by the Big Boot. Hulk follows up with the Leg Drop but as he goes for the pin he remembers what happened to the referee as he goes outside the ring to help him come to.

Hogan helps the ref up and rolls him into the ring but as he goes to re-enter it himself, someone grabs him and turns him around before smashing a guitar over his head!

Tom Phillips: That’s Jeff Jarrett!

Mauro Ranallo: He did this at the Royal Rumble! Why has he done this again?

Corey Graves: That’s the beauty of being an outlaw, boys, you don’t owe anyone any explanations.

Jarrett rolls Hogan into the ring and takes his leave. Hulk manages to find his footing but also to his feet is Rhodes unbeknownst to Hogan. Cody kicks Hulk in the back and bends him backward, connecting with the Cross Rhodes as he goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Cody Rhodes!



Tom Phillips: Well if it wasn’t for Jeff Jarrett I think we can all safely say that this match would’ve gone differently.

Mauro Ranallo: I don’t know that I’d want to be Double J when Hogan comes to.

Corey Graves: You’re right, we might get a Yappa Pie match, Mauro!

As Cody celebrates his victory, Revolution continues elsewhere.




The scene opens up in Batista’s office as he looks straight into the camera.



”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: So word has gotten around that I’m furious. Furious doesn’t even come close to how mad I actually am. But instead of whining and bitching about it, I’m going to do something else. See, Kyle was right about something, I lack credibility, so it’s time to do something to not only find some, but take it. So UWF, stay fucking tuned to see what I do next…




As the show rolls onward to the next segment. The screen changes, displaying a commentary segment of the backstage area. The scene is mostly empty, some vague and unimportant mutterings can be heard from the stagehand behind the camera before they realise that the segment is live.





Prior to his match, Will Ospreay walks onto the set and into the frame of the backstage comment ‘booth’, staring past the camera.


“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“Tonight, every single one of you already knows the goddamn program. Today’s absolutely full of firsts. It’s my first night in that ‘UWF-branded’ squared circle… Very first fight here… And first on the card. But to be honest, for me, bruv? It’s just Thursday. For me, it’s yet another day, because there’s a reason why I’ve gotten here to the UWF in the first place… And it’s because no matter what, week in, week out, I bust my ass in and out of the ring no matter the company. That’s why I’m on the level that I am today, and that seems to be something that’s getting overlooked. I’ve said this, and I’ll continue to say it time and time again, man. The UWF NEEDS me, bruv. Someone who dares to give this roster shit and has the ability, the skill, and the effort to back it up, time and time and TIME AGAIN.”


Will inches closer to the camera with each sentence, his thinly veiled façade of a calmer demeanour fading as the “Commonwealth Kingpin” distinguishes himself from a crowd of past arrivals.


“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“And I couldn’t care less about doubters, about how it’s day one, about marks in my Twitter replies calling me unestablished within this company and about scathing comments left no matter where I go. I don’t owe a single reason as to why I’m at my level, on MY scale, to any people like you. I BUILT myself, I BUILT my house, brick by brick, no matter where I went. I am THE template for success. I don’t need to prove anything… And yet I still do. Through critique, through insults, through constant scepticism… I STILL DO.”


Through a steady incline in vocal dynamics, The Commonwealth Kingpin’s frustration is clear throughout. Ospreay’s anger and annoyance peaks at the end of his lead up, and his voice lowers in volume as he begins to close.


“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“This day signifies a new beginning for the UWF. Win or lose, I set the standard for this roster in this ring tonight. You WILL respect me, with or without history in the UWF.”


Ospreay walks away from the booth backstage, out of the shot, before the staff member behind the camera points it in his direction, in which he can be seen storming in the direction of the locker rooms. He takes a corner which blocks the line of sight of the camera, and a distant thud can be heard before the screen begins to slowly fade out to black. With Ospreay now finishing any pre-fight preparations for his match, the show rolls on.






When Lie, Cheat, Steal by Jim Johnston plays, The UWF Universe See a low rider coming out from the back and drives it smoothly out here onto the stage and rides it straight down towards the ramp away and he pulls to a stop and turned on the switches inside of his low rider an stops it and gets out of his low rider in starts shaking his arms in gets inside of the Revolution ring and climbs up the top rope and beats on his chest and shakes his arms once again and head over towards the other top rope and does the exact same thing beats his chest and does the shake an gets down from the top rope

Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero




As Like a Villain blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, hood up and looking down, followed by DDP. The crowd cheers pair loudly, Ciampa would stand focussed as DDP would lower his hood down and Ciampa would look at the ring, not taking his focus off it


Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by DDP from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.


Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa would bump fists with some audience members but would keep his eyes on his challenger. Getting to the ring steps, he would kneel down with one leg and look like he's saying a mantra of sorts before slapping the steps to make a loud noise before running up them and getting into the ring.


Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and looks out at the audience, nodding he jumps down and hands his jacker to DDP, getting into the corner he does some stretches before turning round to sit in the corner, waiting for whats to come.

VS


DING DING DING


Both men meet at the center of the ring and Ciampa gives off a show of respect for the legendary luchador by offering his hand. Eddie looks down at it and smiles. He shakes Ciampa's hand but then quickly Irish Whips him to the ropes. Ciampa hits them and Eddie drops down in front of him and. Ciampa leaps over him and keeps running to the ropes. He bounces off of them and gets caught with a Dropkick by Gjuerrero! Ciampa falls back and rolls out of the ring. Ciampa walks towards the ramp to walk it off but he turns back to the ring only for Eddie to come flying out with a Somersault Senton! Eddie picks the former #1 contender to the UWF Championship and tosses him back into the ring, following him in to make the pin.



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Ciampa kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: If Eddie won right there, he very well may have earned himself a UWF Championship match.

Corey Graves: Don't even pretend like that's a possibility.

Tom Phillips: He's a former International Champion. Anything is possible.

Corey Graves: Not after a senton you idiot.


Ciampa rushes back to his feet but gets Dropkicked yet again. Ciampa stumbles into the corner where Eddie runs over and jumps onto his knees, falling backwards to give him a Monkey Flip! Ciampa lands hard and arches his back but Eddie picks him up right away and delivers a Vertical Suplex. He keeps a hold of Ciampa and rolls back up to his feet, delivering a second Suplex. He rolls back up for another time and finally complete the Three Amigos! The crowd pops and Eddie gives of a little shimmy. He then goes straight to the top rope and does another shimmy but this takes up too much time and when he leaps off for the Frog Splash, Ciampa gets the knees up and rolls Eddie into the pin!



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Guerrero kicks out at 2! Ciampa rolls over to the ropes and gets to his feet. Eddie is doing the same and they glance at one another. They run at each other and Eddie ducks a Clothesline attempt and hits the ropes. He comes back and hits a Crossbody. He stays on him for the pin but Ciampa kicks out before the ref can even drop down to make the 1 count. Ciampa rushes to his feet and runs at Eddie but Latino Heat scoops him up into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! He makes the pin!



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Ciampa kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Tommaso Ciampa is really not able to get out of the gate here tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: I guess that loss to Shark Boy really has him rattled.

Corey Graves: He should be. So should everyone who loses to that clown.


Eddie brings Ciampa back up but the former Intercontinental Champion starts punching away at Eddie's gut to stun him. He grabs him by the head and executes a Headbutt! Guerrero stumbles over to the ropes and so Tommaso runs at him and Clotheslines him over the ropes. Eddie ends up hanging on and picks himself up on the apron but Ciampa runs over and delivers a Discus Lariat! Eddie falls onto the apron but the Psycho Killer goes through the ropes and pulls him in, setting him up for the Widow's Bell. Eddie manages to wiggle free and enter the ring and goes to Back Body Drop Ciampa over the ropes. Tommaso grabs onto the ropes and is able to carefully land on his feet on the outside. Eddie grabs onto the ropes and slingshots to the outside with a Plancha but Ciampa jumps up and levels him with a High Knee on the way down!



Mauro Ranallo: Good God! Someone call Danhausen out here because there's some teeth that need to be picked up!

Corey Graves: That's that ferociousness that brought him to the dance. He needs to do more of that if you ask me.


Ciampa picks up Eddie and he's basically dead weight. He looks over at the steel steps and thinks about doing more damage but the crowd is chanting no, practically begging him to not do more damage to the legendary Latino Heat. Ciampa looks around and decides to just throw him in the ring instead. Eddie starts trying to pick himself up but he's moving very slowly. Ciampa enters the ring and stalks Eddie from behind. He decides to go ahead and out him out of his misery and picks him up. He hooks both arms and delivers the Fairy Tale Ending! Ciampa looks down at Eddie and is contemplating doing more damage but he shakes these bad thoughts away and ends up pinning Guerrero.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tommaso Ciampa!



Ciampa gets his hand raised by the ref but there's not a whole lot of emotion on his face. He seems satisfied and yet not. He's got a way's to go to get back to where he wants but a win is a good start. He exits the ring and heads to the back as the show moves on.




The titantron cuts from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage to like maybe a back alley or corner of the parking lot next to the arena. Kyle O'Reilly and his step-sister Bayley are hanging out back there, looking cool as all heck and also in higher spirits than they've been in a long time - probably since the exact moment Batista and his goons spoiled the grand premiere of PUMPED: The True Story of the Little Dragon that Could. Anyway, the sibs notice the camera coming up on them and smash that fourth wall with a verbal victory lap. It's Bayley who addresses the fans first.

Bayley: Ooop! Careful! Looks like ya dropped something there...

She points to the ground. The camera pans down to the pavement but there's nothing there, so back up to Bayley who's grinning from ear to ear.

Bayley: Yeah, it was your jaws, cause I know you guys are absolutely gagged right now at the site of this. The O'Reilly's are back on top of the game, baby! Finally, after months and months of blood, sweat and tears... after betrayals of trust and several horrible heartbreaks and so many sleepless nights... its all come down to this. It paid off big time. The juice? Uhhhh, yeah, it was worth the squeeze, cause my big bro Kyle O'Reilly just won himself not one... but TWO championships in one night!

Kyle flexes the Hollywood Championship belt on his shoulder while holding up the Prime Time Medal strap by one thumb from around his neck to showcase that ice. Bayley lifts a hand to her brow and scans the horizon from left to right and back again.

Bayley: Where are the haters now, huh? Where's everyone who said he'd never cut it as a solo act? Are they... did they... is every last one of them off crying now cause they just got styled on? Shoot, I guess so!

The Diabetic Dragon steps forward to speak.

KO'R: Now you know what you cross the line. You mess with the best, you die like the rest. I told Batista I was gonna rip his arm off and take all his stuff and guess what? I ripped his arm off and took all his stuff. Two belts in one night? You know what the smarks call that? They call it pulling a lewb, which is different than how I normally "pull lewb" but whatever, I guess I'm a natural anyway you slice it.

But let's get down to business cause Wrestlemania is coming up real quick. I didn't win the Rumble so I don't get to fight Shark Boy. That's okay - I already beat him once. If he ever wants to run that back with some gold on the line, he knows where to find me. As for everyone else, well frick, my door is wide open. I'm not knocking anymore - I'm like a grown-up on Halloween. You guys gotta come to me for the candy now. Now tell 'em about the H-DUB title, Bayley.

Once again, The "Good Guy" comes out front to talk to the cam. She pats said strap where it sits on his step-bro's shoulder as she discusses it.



Bayley: This right here? This is the Hollywood Championship. Now don't get it twisted, we hate Dave Batista's stinking guts and we hope his film career tanks as bad as his wrestling one is bound to now that he's a one-armed cripple. That said, in the O'Reilly house, rules are rules, and so we're sticking to the ones this strap was founded under. You wanna fight for this thing? You need to be in a movie. Show us the reelz and we'll make it a deal.

But what about the P-T-mother effing M, Kyle?

O'Reilly swoops in to lay it all out for the bling swinging around his neck.

KO'R: It's open season on this bad boy. Any body. Any time. Any place. There's a bunch of fresh butts in that locker room that I haven't kicked yet. So stack your coins on the side and call next cause I'm planning on running through each and every last one of you.

Bayley: And after three defenses, we're moving on up to the big leagues. That I.C. title will be another family heirloom come spring, you can count on that!

She rubs her hands together but Kyle just looks confused.

KO'R: What are you talking about?

The cocksure swagger fades a little as Bayley steps back to explain things to her step-brother.

Bayley: Ya know... the Prime Time Medal? After you defend it three times then you get a shot at the Intercontinental Championship? Although Homicide seemed pretty convinced it was five. And actually I think EC3 has been counting the match you win it in too so its really only like two defenses. And -

The Human Swiss Army Knife cuts her off right there.



KO'R: Pfft, suck that spit. I'm not trading this in for anything. It's mine. If anybody wants it they'll have to legit kill me for it.

Bayley: Well, sure, yeah, of course, nobody's gonna beat you for it, but you can trade it in for a bigger and better one! Ya know... like... uh... like a Pokemon! When they turn into the different ones and stuff.

Kyle considers his Prime Time Medal for a sec then shakes his head.

KO'R: Nah. Ash didn't make Pikachu evolve. They stayed true to themselves. This is mine. Forever. I'm gonna win all the belts, just like Larry did, but even more of them, cause obviously he couldn't go after that one one cause our pornstar friend Rick Rude was the champ. nWo for life.

Bayley: So what? You're just gonna keep defending that thing forever?

KO'R: Uh, duh, of course I am. Its the only Medal they got around here. That means its the best one. Why would I just give it away? Like... aha... geez louise, Bayley, that's so dumb. Come on, lets go see if this is one of the arenas with Diet Dr. Peppers in the machines. That stuff shreds.

Kyle's ADHD whisks him away while Bayley crosses her arms, dismayed about the confused ambition of her step-brother. Families, am I right?!? Revolution rolls on!




As Revolution rolls on, we're taken backstage. This isn't a traditional interview but someone does burst on the scene.



LA Knight: Let Me Talk to 'ya! We're hot off the heels of the Royal Rumble where all of 'ya slack jawed jambronis got to witness a star making performance. I'm talkin' about L...A...Knight absolutely stealing the show. Not only, did I rid myself of that runt Spike, but ol' L...A...Knight lasted over an hour in the Rumble Match. But honestly, are 'ya really surprised? I had the match won. BOOM! Gravy Train right through the table. Sent that redneck straight to hell. All I had to do was get rid of the rich boy. Then this hick rises like a Phoenix from the ashes. I ain't never seen nothin' like it.  

Knight motions for the cameraman to walk with him as he cuts his promo. 



LA Knight: Now, am I disappointed that I lost? Of course, L...A...Knight didn't come back here to play second fiddle to anyone! No! I'm back for the top prize. L...A...Knight came to be THE MAN! And just because I lost doesn't mean that's gonna change. L...A...Knight isn't here for the Intercontinental Championship. L....A...Knight couldn't give a rat's ass about the Television Championship. And L...A....Knight damn sure doesn't care about that worthless fake gold medal and the Dummy that holds it. As far as I'm concerned you can put that where it belongs...in the trash!

LA Knight: It's as simple as this. L...A....Knight is the whole shebang. And every single week, y'all gonna continue to find that out. Reject Champions; Douchebags with Chocolate Medals; it doesn't matter to L...A...Knight. Because it's still MY game. And that's not an insult; that's just a fact of life. YEAH!

And with that, Knight shoves the camera out of his face and saunters off as Revolution goes elsewhere. 




The stadium erupts into a sea of green light, "Lysergically Yours, My Psychedelic Bride" by An Albatross kicks in on the stadium soundsystem. An eerie fog begins to fill the stage as manic strobe lights flood the arena in an energy approximate to that of Ospreay's theme.



Will Ospreay makes his way through the accumulated mist, strolling toward the ring at a steady pace, gaze fixed upon the ring, teeth grit with brazen anger. His glare passes through various members of the crowd, though boos ring out around the arena, members of the public standing at the barricades outstretch their arms desperately in hopes of a response in the form of a reciprocated high five or acknowledgement from Ospreay. He doesn't entertain their hopes.

Tony Chimel:
"On his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds. Fighting out of Rainham, England, he IS the Commonwealth Kingpin of the United Empire, The ASSASSIN, WILL OSPREAY!"



Ospreay pays no mind to the ring announcer, he rolls into the ring, stares directly down the main camera, bounds one leg over the top rope and another leg and throws up the signature hand sign of the United Empire. He stands directly in it's path upon the rope for a solid few seconds before dismounting the rope and climbing atop the nearest corner and staring with eyes like death into the crowd. He takes off his entrance gear, throwing them over to a nearby ringside production crew member.

After a moment, Ospreay climbs down from his perched position on the turnbuckles and lays back in his corner, fiddling with his wrist tape while he waits for the match to start, a clear snide look washed across his face.

The familiar guitar string go across the arena as the laugh of the Last Outlaw can be heard across the arena as well. When the lyrics hit out walks the King of the Mountain Jeff Jarrett on to the stage already smack talking the fans before they even get a chance to say anything. Always with him is his trusty Acoustic Equalizer ready to hit anyone who gets in his way. He walks down the ramp a bit before lifting the guitar in the air as pyro is set off behind him as only Jeff Jarrett requested.

Tony Chimel: From Nashville Tennessee, weighing in tonight at 230 lbs, The Last Outlaw JEFF JARRETT.

Jeff continues his walk to the ring smack talking anyone who thinks they can get there two cents in. He makes his way to the steps and proceeds to head into the ring. He goes to the hard cam side and gets on the middle rope and hold the guitar up one more time for the fans to know that he means business.

Jeff then puts the guitar down in his corner within arms reach if he needs it and gets ready for the match.

VS


DING DING DING


Will confidently walks up to the center of the ring and crosses his arms. Jarrett meets him in the middle of the ring and just smirks before slapping Will right across the face like he's a pair of nuts. I assume that's what slapnuts is idk. Jarrett is looking super pleased with himself and throws his arms up in celebration. Will looks out into the crowd and smirks before jumping up and nailing Jeff with a Dropkick that sends him tumbling into the ropes! Will runs at Jarrett but Double J leans down and sends him up and over. Ospreay lands on the apron and gives Jarrett a Forearm to the back of the head! Double J hobbles to the center of the ring and Ospreay jumps onto the top rope to deliver a Springboard Missile Dropkick! Jarrett gets hit with such force that he goes flying and rolls out of the ring.


Tom Phillips: Looks like the Commonwealth Kingpin has got the Last Outlaw in retreat.

Corey Graves: He's not running away it's just simply strategy.

Mauro Ranallo: Well he should strategize a bit better because he's not safe out there. TOPE CON HILO!


Couldn't have said it better myself. Ospreay comes flying out with the Tope Con Hilo and takes out Jarrett. Will flicks some dirt off his shoulder before picking up Jarrett. Double J catches him off guard by rushing forward and smashing him back first into the barricade! If that wasn't enough. He grabs him and delivers a Suplex onto the barricade causing Will to fall into the crowd. Jarrett goes back into the ring and tells the ref to count, the count already being at 3.


Tom Phillips: Look at Jarrett acting so smug right now like he's got this in the bag.

Corey Graves: It doesn't matter how you win so long as you get that dub and Jarrett knows better than anyone how to come away with a W.

Mauro Ranallo: They don't call him the Last Outlaw for nothing but I wouldn't bet on Ospreay being down for long.


It's as if Mauro knows the outcome of this match. Big Willy reaches his arm out over the barricade like a zombie bursting it's hand through a grave. Jarrett yells at the ref to count faster but it's barely at a 7 count. Ospreay climbs over the barricade and slides back in but Double J is all over him, slugging him with lefts and rights to ground him. The ref gets on him about this and practically has to pull the Outlaw off. He gets in Jarrett's face and warns him that he could DQ him at any moment. Jeff scoffs and just brushes right past him but Will levels him with a Superkick to the face that knocks him flat on his back! He follows that up with a Standing Shooting Star Press into the pin!



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Jarrett kicks out! Ospreay immediately grabs him by the hair and just starts unloading with punches to the head. Jarrett does his best to cover up but it's actually the ref who ends up saving him after counting to 4 and pulling Will off of him. Jarrett looks dazed as he crawls over to the corner and gets to his feet. Ospreay comes running over but Jarrett gets the boot up. Will staggers back a few steps and Jarrett looks to take his head off with a Clothesline. Ospreay falls to his back to avoid it and pops right back up. Double J turns around and eats a Jumping Enzuigiri to the back of the head! He's stunned the Last Outlaw who looks out on his feet so he runs past him to the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope for an Oscutter! Only problem is Jarrett takes a step back and catches him in a Sleeper Hold!


Mauro Ranallo: It's maybe one of the most simplest holds but it's effective and a veteran like Jeff Jarrett may be able to end the match right here.

Corey Graves: Ospreay is an innovator but sometimes you just have to master the basics

Tom Phillips: You're right, no one is more basic than Jeff Jarrett.

Corey Graves: You shut your mouth Phillips. You got no right to call anyone else basic with your commentary.


Ospreay is reaching out to the ropes but he's not anywhere close to them. He manages to twist his body enough to start Elbowing Double J in the ribs to break his grip. Jarrett however just grabs him again and this time swings out with a Neckbreaker! He makes the pin!



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Ospreay kicks out! The King of the Mountain picks up Will from behind and sets him up for The Stroke. Ospreay comes to life at the last moment and prevents him from locking his hands together. He manages to roll Jarrett forward but Double J rolls with it back up to his feet. He runs at Will with a Lariat but the Commonwealth Kingpin ducks it and runs to the ropes he bounces off of them, coming full speed at his opponent but Jarrett uses Ospreay's own momentum against him and throws him out of the ring. He turns away immediately and points to his head, having outsmarted the young rookie in his eyes. He doesn't know that Ospreay has hung on though and he comes flying back in with a Springboard Forearm Smash! He makes the pin!



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Jarrett kicks out! The Assassin looks down at his target and decides now's as good time as any to end it. He sits Jarrett up and backs up. He lowers the elbow pad down and moves in for the Hidden Blade but Double J falls back and lifts his knee up and hits Ospreay in the head as he's sliding in! The Last Outlaw gets to his feet and picks up Will who shoves him away. Jeff ends up backing up into the referee who takes a tumble to the outside! Will runs at Jarrett but is caught with a Powerslam! With the ref down, Jarrett gets a smile on his face. He exits out of the ring and lifts up the apron to go hunting. It's not long before he pulls out a guitar.


Mauro Ranallo: What do we have a Guitar Center down there? Where does he keep getting these things from?

Corey Graves: He's a multimillionaire, I'm sure he can afford a few guitars. You see how many losers carry those things at parties?


Jarrett lifts his guitar up in the air and walks around the ring, taunting the crowd for what he's about to do to Will. The crowd stand up and boo him, not because they like Will, Jarrett is just so damn smug. As he's walking by though, someone snatches the guitar and tears it away from his hand. He looks and sees it's none other than Hulk Hogan!


Corey Graves: What's that loser doing out here! Someone call security!

Tom Phillips: He's ensuring that the same thing doesn't happen twice tonight!


Hogan takes the guitar and smashes it against Jarrett's head!


Mauro Ranallo: Live by the guitar, die by the guitar!


Ospreay has come to in the ring and comes to the outside. He's got no problem picking up the scraps and takes Jarrett and throws him back into the ring. He does the same with the ref and slides in after him. Jarrett is trying to get up but he's hit with a Hidden Blade to the back of the head! Ospreay makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Will Ospreay!



Will looks down at Jarrett and shakes his head. While he was fine with winning the match regardless, he'd have preferred to do it on his own. Still, he celebrates his victory while Hogan laughs at Jarrett in the crowd and the show goes elsewhere.




UWF Revolution has been off the charts but isn't it always. No idea why they even bother with charts anymore but it's time to take a break from the ring. The camera changes the focus from in ring to the backstage area and straight away, the camera is focused on a focused looking Spike Dudley walking around backstage



The camera stays in front of him whilst following....... but not following by being in front of him down a hallway. Spike seems to be looking for something and it seems to be like a movie, the camera has flashed on just as Spike has found what his looking for. He stops dead in his tracks, looking out of shot. He seems focused still, but a little nervousness has crept in. He looks down at his feet before taking massive deep breath in. He then sighs, clicking his fingers before lifting his head. The camera now swings around to be behind Spike's head showing the door to be the entrance to L.A Knights Lockeroom. Spike seems to second guess himself. Of course, the door is flashy for a superstar like L.A Knight but he deserves it. Spike seems to have mustered up his courage, not bothering to knock and just opens the door walking straight in. L.A Knight obviously wasn't expecting him as he pops up, ready to go again and punch Spikes lights out, but Spike puts his heads up quickly, motioning to L.A that he isn't there for a fight. Knight still isn't too sure but seems to relax a little...... maybe because he knows that he has the wood over Spike.

Spike Dudley: Whoa whoa whoa, settle down big fella, settle down.

Not sure Spike's words have actually worked but he keeps speaking anyway.

Spike Dudley: Listen, although I wasn't happy with you attacking Snot and although I wasn't impressed with your words or how you conducted yourself before the Rumble and although I didn't particularly like how you continued beating me up after our match was finished.

Spike pauses, looking over at Knight with a frustrated look on his face as his words have brought a massive smile to Knight's face. Spike starts to crack his knuckles.

Spike Dudley: My neck is fine by the way but listen, I wasn't happy at all but I'm a grown ass man. I didn't bring Stacy with me this time because I wanted to do things the right way. I believe the right thing to is to walk right up to you like I'm doing right now and doing something you said I would do........ I'm man enough to admit that you were the better man. I gave you everything I had, and it wasn't enough. I didn't before but you better believe that right now, in this moment in time, I know what all the hype around you is about and I believe it. I've come to look you in the eye and say... you are better than Spike Dudley.

Spike locks eyes with L.A Knight, serious look on his face as he extends his hand for a handshake............

Knight stares at Spike's hand. There's a little beat of trepidation on Knight's part although he did defeat Spike just 10 nights ago. Knight continues to stare before he begins to smirk.



LA Knight: 'Ya know somethin'? 'Ya a disrespectful little runt...

I don't think that was the reaction that Spike was expecting.

LA Knight: Just think about it. This whole thing started cause 'ya interrupted L....A....Knight's interview time. Then 'ya had the nerve to call L...A...Knight cocky. Well, let me talk to 'ya jack! It's not cockiness if 'ya can back it up. And now? 'Ya barge into L...A...Knight's dressing room unannounced?! Who does that? What? Did 'ya hear that L....A....Knight was sippin' from the finest bottle of Dom Perignon that money could buy and 'ya wanted a glass? Well, too bad! The Dom is for winners! And after L...A...Knight's star making performance at the Royal Rumble, L...A...Knight is the only one that deserves to be drinking it.

Now, Knight is just being egregious. Spike really doesn't know how to react. He came here in peace.

LA Knight: But, I will say this. At the Rumble....'ya put up more of a fight than I expected 'ya too. I see why 'ya were a World Champion. And it takes a big man...

Knight looks Spike up and down.

LA Knight: Not necessarily a tall one, but a big man to come in here and admit what 'ya just did.

Spike's hand has been stretched out virtually this entire time. Knight looks him up and down one more time. You can hear the crowd murmuring because it sounds like Knight will shake Spike's hand.

LA Knight: But, I'm not going to shake 'ya hand.

And....just like that, we're back to the cocky arrogant prick.

LA Knight: I said 'ya did better than expected. I never said 'ya did well. 'Ya are still very much beneath me. Now, if 'ya don't mind, L....A....Knight has a match.

Knight is actually the one leaving the locker room. But as he's walking out, he and Spike stand shoulder to shoulder. Knight hesitates for a minute; like he's actually contemplating something. He raises his right hand in the air and just leaves it there for a second. He's really thinking about something. And after what feels like an eternity, he brings it down onto Spike's shoulder. The two make eye contact, but not a word is said. Knight just nods. It's not a handshake, but it's validation. Knight then saunters out the locker room and from down the hall, you just hear...

LA Knight: YEAH!

Spike hears Knights catchphrase from down the hall, shaking his head but he has a smile on his face. He seems to have accepted Knights little pat on the shoulder and seems happy to move onto the next chapter. Who knows what that might be as he came back to scratch his itch and at the Rumble he has done that. He takes a quick look around the lockeroom, quickly spotting the Dom Perignon bottle, Knight spoke about sitting on a table. He walks over to it, picking it up and having a quick look at it. He tilts his head, approves of the drop and places it back down on the table. Spike doesn't seem to want to spend anymore time there. He turns, making his way out the door. He turn left out of the doorway but unfortunately for him, he doesn't notice a big rig of a man standing in front of him with a suit on, top of the range sunglasses and nothing but the best for shoes. Spike has run straight into Hollywood Batista's chest. He stops in his tracks, looking up into the sunglasses of the Hollywood front man before speaking.

Spike: Sorry about that big guy, didn't see you there. While I have you, unlucky about the Rumble man, thought you were in with a shout.

Batista looks down into Spike's eyes. He scoffs at him before turning sideways.



He removes his sunglasses, looking Spike straight in the eye, snarling at him. He doesn't take long before he bursts out in laughter. Spike seems to be a bit uneasy but he starts to giggle as well. Batista hangs his sunglasses in his shirt, laughing at Spike before suddenly out of nowhere, the headbutt from Hell comes down on Spikes head. Spike wobbles on his feet, a little stream of blood slowly making it's way down his face. Batista fixes his cuffs, folding them back before grabbing Spike's head and slamming it into the brick corridor wall. Spike crumbles into a heap on the floor, laying beneath Batista's feet as he begins to stomp away at everyone's favorite Underdog. Spike is trying to get in the fetal position but this isn't helping as Batista is kicking every part of skin he can find, ranging from head, stomach, legs, even stomping on his feet as well. After doing it for quite a while, it seems Batista has changed his mind. He picks up the Underdog, it seems Spike has a little fight left as he swings fists to Batista's stomach but it doesn't faze him, not even feeling it but that could be because there isn't much power behind it.

Batista buries a knee into Spike's body, laughing his ass off now as he drags him over to the doorway to Knight's Lockeroom. He throws him through the open doorway, getting get distance on the human javelin as Spike rolls into the middle of the room. Batista has a look around, seeing nothing that is impressed with as he is use to so much fancier changerooms being the Hollywood Star he is. Spike is slowly crawling towards him, still swinging punches that probably wouldn't even make a dent on playdoh. Batista stands over him once more, swinging a boot into the midsection of Spike as he lets out a grown of pain. Spike rolls over to his back, looking up into the lights as Batista makes his way to the table. He picks up the bottle of Dom Perignon, has a look at it himself before he opens the bottle. He has a sip of the stuff, instantly spitting it out. Possibly a little too cheap for him as this just angers him.

Not good news for Spike as he is slowly stirring and trying to get up. Batista looks at him, holding the bottle with a tight grip. Spike has blood everywhere now as he has copped a flogging. Batista slowly walks over to him, letting Spike use him as a way to make it to his knees. Spike looks up at Batista, still trying to get above a knee. Batista smiles, laughing again before taking a step back and smashing the bottle all over SPIKES HEAD!!!!

Glass goes everywhere and Spike instantly goes motionless on the floor. Batista begins to pick some glass out of his hands, enjoying himself big time. Blood has began pouring out now and it looks like a crime scene in Knight's changeroom. Batista looks at the damage he has done but doesn't seem done there as he now makes his way back to the table. A full table quickly turns into an empty table as everything that was on the table is brushed off by the Hollywood actor, smashing glasses and food going all over the floor. Spike still hasn't moved. Batista slowly turns back towards him, stalking him slowly but once he makes it to his victim, there is nothing slow about it. Batista picks Spike up roughly and with ease up. Spike is motionless and just dead weight. He gets dragged towards the table before Batista puts his head between his legs. Batista has a glance at his watch, shaking it a little before picking Spike up and driving him down with a BATISTA BOMB STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!

Spike is done and it seems Batista is as well He stands back up, looking over the broken body of Spike who definitely hasn't moved and not looking likely for sometime. Batista now rolls his cuffs back down, grabbing his sunglasses, putting them straight back over his eyes and looks down at Spike. He takes his time before he turns his back on Spike and makes his way out of the door. The camera zooms into the broken body of Spike and his bleeding head before it fades away to another part of the arena.






The scene opens with Cody Rhodes staring at the camera backstage and he begins to speak.

Cody Rhodes: Hey everyone, i am extremely happy that i won my match tonight. But I was hoping to win it fair and square. But Jeff Jarrett had to stuck his nose in my business and got involved. I want Jeff Jarrett to know he is a huge scumbag for getting involved tonight. So he better watch his back because i can promise payback is a bitch. As for Hulk Hogan is concerned, he and i put on a amazing match. I respect him as well enjoy fighting him tonight. I hope you get better buddy and take care of business because I would be waiting for a rematch with you anytime and any place. As your UWF TV Champion, i am welcoming all challengers to see they have the guts to step up and face me. You all better give me everything you got because I am extremely ready and prepared for everything. I wluld prove to you and everyone that I can be the best UWF TV Champion for a long time. So you all better be ready because I got my family, friends and these beloved fans supporting me. You all better beware because all your dreams will beome a huge nightmare when your UWF TV Champion comes arou-

Cody is suddenly blindsided and attacked by none other than Damien Priest and Dominic Mysterio! Damian Priest holds up Cody’s Television Championship while he and Dominic stand over Rhodes battered body.

Damian Priest
Yoo Cody, nothing personal just orders from the boss. Finn Balor wants me and Dominic to make it very clear to you and everyone else around here that this is now our yard, and that he wants this Television Championship.

Dominic then snatches the Television Championship out of Priest’s hands before he speaks to Cody Rhodes.

Dominic Mysterio
You should just be glad he didn’t send us to take this title away from you. Watch your back Eśe cause this Television Championship is coming home to THE MAFIA very soon.

Dominic laughs as he leaves the Television Championship over Cody’s body before walking away leaving Damian Priest there to stare down the camera before it fades to black.








“Catch your breath” begins to blast through the pa system as the crowd stand to their feet as they hear the theme song Everybody turns their attention to the entrance ramp to watch Finn Balor walk out onto the stage. Finn Balor walks out onto the stage in his blue leather jacket and blue trunks and quickly embraces the crowd as he walks out.



Tony Chimel: Weighing In at 180lbs from Ireland, Finn Balor!

The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild. Finn Balor times his theme song perfectly and taunts the crowd as the lights flash. After taunting Finn Balor throws up his collar on his jacket and proceeds to walk down the ramp and make his way to the ring. Balor then climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to showboat the crowd once more as the light flickers. Finn Balor hops off of the turnbuckle.



"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.

DING DING DING

With the sound of the bell, it wouldn’t be long before the two competitors step forward, circling one another prior to the typical collar-and-elbow tie up. With Balor and Knight jockeying for position, The Thursday Night Thriller would be able to showcase his power advantage early in the match, backing Finn into the corner he came from. With the referee coming in to enforce a clean break, Knight would finally take a step back at the count of three…but the break wouldn’t be necessarily clean, as The Megastar slaps Finn across the face.

Tom Phillips: ”And what a surprise, LA Knight opens things off with a cheap shot.”

Corey Graves: ”A cheap shot? That’s what you are calling it, Tom? All I saw was yet another clinic in both power and technical prowess from the Million Dollar Megastar.”

With Knight starting to jawjack to the referee as he admonishes him for the cheap shot, this slap across the face would merely light a fire underneath The Demon King; unloading with a few knife edge chops to the chest, Balor would back LA Knight into the opposite corner, before shooting him off with an irish whip. Rebounding harshly against the corner, there would be no rest nor reprieve as Balor charges in with a running knife edge chop. An obligatory “WOO!” follows suit, but Balor isn’t done, as he snapmares Knight towards the center of the ring, races off the opposite ropes, and connects with a low dropkick to the side of the head, sending LA Knight powdering out of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: ”A big opening volley from Finn Balor here now has LA Knight ducking out of the ring!”

Corey Graves: ”Hey, why are you two acting so partial to Finn Balor here? LA Knight just needs a breather, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

Tom Phillips: ”Well, it certainly looks like that cheap shot from earlier is backfiring on the megastar!”

Corey Graves: ”Again, the revisionist history on display from you, Phillips! LA Knight never threw a cheap shot, that was a clean hit!”

With Knight standing on the outside, recovering, Finn would be left in the ring…but not for long, as he starts playing to the crowd. Getting the fans amped up, Balor would look towards Knight, run off of the opposite ropes, and score big with a Tope Con Hilo, crashing down onto the Thursday Night Thriller!

Mauro Ranallo: ”MAMA MIA! Finn Balor taking to the skies with that Tope Con Hilo!”

With Balor standing up swiftly thereafter, LA Knight would be tossed back into the ring, with Balor heading for the first cover of the match right after.

One!

Two!

No!

With a resounding kickout from LA Knight, the match would not be over quite yet. Still, the momentum is firmly in the corner of The Demon King, so Finn would look to continue onwards. Bringing Knight up to his feet, he would be whipped once more into the corner, and met with another running knife edge chop. This time, though, there would be no snapmare, as Finn instead opts to lift Knight up to the top rope. Putting himself at high risk, Balor would ascend soon after, setting Knight up in perfect positioning for a Top Rope Frankensteiner, but as Balor leaps up for the ‘rana, Knight would find the resilience to clutch onto the top rope with both hands, causing Balor and Balor alone to crash and burn on the mat!

Corey Graves: ”And that is why they call it high risk! Finn Balor just learned the hard way what type of in-ring genius he is dealing with!”

Landing with a resounding thud, Balor would be slow to his feet, stumbling and staggering from such an impactful landing, but it would all be for naught, as LA Knight stands tall, and dives off the top rope, bringing Balor to the mat with a massive Blockbuster! With Balor seeming down and out, Knight would be quick in going for the pin, not even bothering with hooking a leg, instead simply placing a forearm across the face of The Demon King.

One!

Two!

No!

Another resounding kickout, this time on the part of Finn Balor, and it would just serve to tick the Megastar right off. Launching a flurry of stomps to keep Balor down, Knight would bring some trashtalk to assist in stomping a mudhole into the Demon King, and then proceed to walk it dry with a confident smirk on his face. After a few seconds, Balor would make it to his hands and knees, pushing himself up to a somewhat-shaky vertical basis, but Knight would be quick to rectify that, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a Running Knee Lift to the head of Finn.

Corey Graves: ”Tom, Mauro, you see this right now? This is why LA Knight was the runner-up of the Royal Rumble. This type of performance, this level of in-ring talent, it’s almost unmatched!”

Tom Phillips: ”Didn’t he and MJF both get eliminated at the same time?”

Corey Graves: ”Doesn’t matter, with the performance of The Megastar, he should be marked in every record book there is as the runner-up. Hell, if it wasn’t for mister Trevor Lee rising from the dead, LA Knight would have won the entire Royal Rumble match, and I would’ve celebrated it all the same!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”I’m sure you would have, Corey.”

So, what happened while commentary went over the past? Why, just the usual heel tactic of slapping in a good ol’ fashioned side headlock and try to drain the energy of whoever they are facing, of course. So that is where we are, LA Knight jawjacking to the crowd while wrenching in a headlock on the downed Finn Balor. As the referee checks on Balor to make sure he isn’t passed out, Knight would even bark orders at the referee, demanding that he just call the match off, bragging that Balor’s going to be knocked out any second now, just watch!

The referee would watch, too. That is, if Balor was truly on the verge of going down…but with his strength fading, the UWF fans would begin cheering for the rise of The Demon King, and like a phoenix, that is exactly what happens. Slowly but surely, Balor begins powering his way to his feet, feeding off the energy of the crowd, planting himself to a proper vertical basis…only for LA Knight to break the headlock himself and club Balor across the back!

Tapping his temple to showcase just how smart he truly is, Knight would take hold of the neck of Balor, twist him around, and drop him down with a big Neckbreaker! Knight would float over into the cover with ease, once more opting not to hook the leg, instead it would be another forearm planted across the face, and a smug smirk from LA Knight.

...One!

...Two!

No!

With another kickout from Finn Balor, LA Knight would pound the mat in frustration, starting to get pissed at the resilience of The Demon King. Popping up to his feet, LA Knight would admonish the referee for counting too slow, but with the ref insisting upon his two count like The Godfather insists upon itself, Knight would turn back to the task at hand. Staring down at Finn Balor once more, the Thursday Night Thriller would bring him to his feet, taking hold of his neck once more for a second neckbreaker in a row…but as he twists him over, Balor slips out of the grasp! Knight turns around, looking to grab hold once more, but gets caught in the head with a Pelé Kick from Finn Balor! Gotta put the accent onto the e, both for the impact of the strike that staggers The Megastar, and to put respect on the name of the Brazilian football legend!

Tom Phillips: ”What a kick from The Demon King!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”A resounding Pelé Kick from Finn Balor, and that might just be the momentum shifter that he needed!”

With Knight stunned, Balor would rush his way back to his feet, then come rushing in once more, dropping The Megastar with a running forearm strike, then a second one! With LA Knight bumping and feeding like a pro, he would swing wild at The Demon King, who ducks, bounces off the opposite ropes, and drops Knight down to the mat with a Sling Blade! Yet even this would not keep LA Knight down, as he staggers to his feet once more, causing Balor to call an audible by picking the legs of the Megastar with a double-leg, before connecting flush with a standing double foot stomp, before sliding perfectly into the cover! He even hooks the near leg!

...One!

...Two!

No!

At the count of 2.45, Knight would be out of there, taking advantage of the wrong leg getting hooked with how he manages to roll the far shoulder up off the mat. Still, Finn knows that it might just take a little bit more to put away the Rumble runner-up, so he opts to bring Knight to his feet and hook both the head and one arm in a single underhook grip. LA Knight, however, knows himself some U2, so to avoid the (Sunday) Bloody Sunday, he charges into Balor, forcing him to go back-first into the corner! With the grip broken, Knight would unload with a few strikes to the top of the head, before being forced back by the official. Brushing past him, he would take hold of Balor, and just as the Demon King did to him beforehand, LA Knight would drag Finn up to the top rope.

Hooking his legs behind the rope, Knight would follow Finn up to the high rent district, hooking his arm up for what could be an absolutely devastating superplex, but the tenacity of Finn Balor would see him begin to fight back! With punch after punch unloaded into the midsection of LA Knight, the grip would be broken by Knight, who looks to club the back once more, but this time, Balor catches the fist, and gives one of his own, knocking LA Knight off the top rope! Landing on his feet, Knight would go to charge Finn, but there’d be just enough recovery time for The Demon King to get to the top rope properly, and leap off, causing The Megastar’s chest to meet the top turnbuckle. Stunned, he would turn around to try and catch Balor on the rebound, but its the rebound that catches him, as Balor simply never ceased moving, running from one corner to the opposite side, before unloading a Shotgun Dropkick to the chest of The Megastar, causing him to crash HARD against the turnbuckle!

Mauro Ranallo: ”WHAT A JOHN WU DROPKICK FROM FINN BALOR!”

Tom Phillips: ”And now look where LA Knight is! He’s in the drop zone, Corey!”

Corey Graves: ”Tom, I swear to god, I will drop YOU if you ever make that call again!”

Indeed though, LA Knight is lined up perfectly, and Finn Balor sees the moment. While still feeling dreary from the earlier assault, Finn would make the slow ascent up to his perch, the crowd building to a fever pitch, as The Demon King rises…and leaps off for what is sure to be a Coup De Grace in this chapter of Finn Balor’s UWF career!

However, LA Knight manages to roll out of the way, getting towards the corner to avoid the attack! Balor, landing on his feet, would turn on a dime after stumbling forward, and charges in for another Shotgun Dropkick, but this go-around, Knight would have it scouted, and pick the legs instead, going straight into a Jackknife pin! And in a moment of desperation, LA Knight manages to pick his feet up, and drop them both onto the middle ropes!

...ONE!

Tom Phillips: ”Ref! Ref he has his feet on the ropes!”

...TWO!

Mauro Ranallo: ”Not this way!”

...THREE!

DING DING DING



Corey Graves: ”Yes! Yes! I told you, I told you this man is an in-ring genius! What a brilliant performance here tonight from the Million Dollar Megastar!”

Tom Phillips: ”Brilliant?! Corey, he had his feet up on the ropes!”

Corey Graves: ”The hell are you talking about, Phillips? That was as clean a pin as it could be for LA Knight!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”The referee never caught the feet up on the ropes, LA Knight just stole this win away from Finn Balor!”

In no time flat, LA Knight would go from getting his hand raised by the referee to powdering out of the ring, taking his celebration to the ramp as Finn Balor is left in the ring, dismayed that such an outstanding performance still resulted in a loss thanks in part to the cheatery of The Million Dollar Megastar. With LA Knight smack talking any fans who disagree with his methods once more, Revolution rolls on!






Revolution returns with what appears to be the opening of a vignette of sorts as the viewers are met by a clip of a dark rainy sky and mild thunder. Suddenly a bolt of lightning appears in amongst it all, and the screen changes to a UWF ring which has the Royal Rumble aprons equipped. Inside we see Danhausen charging towards a shadowy figure at breakneck speed to deliver a dropkick, knocking the unidentified shadow over the top rope to the outside.

Tom Phillips
Another elimination from Danhausen, and now we are down to the final two!

No sooner after eliminating the first shadow does Danhausen spot the other one on the opposite side of the ring, with another incredible burst of speed, Danhausen bolts across and clotheslines the final shadow over the top to secure the victory.

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel
Here is your winner of the Royal Rumble match, Danhausen!!

Following the final elimination, Danhausen drops down to his knees in the center of the ring and raises his arms in jubilation

Mauro Ranallo
Mamma Mia! The unorthodox caped crusader of the UWF has done it!

As Danhausen basks in the glory of the moment, another set of rain clouds, thunder and lightning take over the screen. Once they clear again, the scene changes to a UWF ring, this time with Wrestlemania logos emblazoned all over. Another shadowy figure goes to attack Danhausen, but he is able to duck out of the way and deliver a swift kick to the midriff before setting the shadow up for the Goodnighthausen.

Corey Graves
I don’t believe it…

The signature move successfully connects and Danhausen promptly rolls the shadow over for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel
Here is your winner, and the neeeeeewwwwww, Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, Danhausen!!!



The roar of the crowd inspires Danhausen to rise up and run a load of victory laps around the ring with arms raised high and wide to take it all in. Eventually the referee is able to slow Danhausen down in order to raise both his hand in victory and award him the prestigious championship belt.

Tom Phillips
I have just one question for you all, are you ready for the Very Nice, Very Evil era to get underway??

Danhausen uses the moment to take a long hard look at the championship belt, but as he does the image disappears and is replaced by more rain clouds, only this time they are actually surrounding him. The thunder and lightning also return, only this time they are much louder than before, and with one final sudden crash of the combined elements, a black hole suddenly appears which immediately sucks Danhausen into the abyss.

Danhausen
Gaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!

The screen then changes to show Danhausen is in fact lying in bed, having clearly just awoken from a dream turned nightmare. As he turns on his side, a championship belt sized gap is somewhat evident, reminding everyone that it wasn’t just the Royal Rumble match that Danhausen lost on that fateful evening.

Danhausen
Drat!...

…

As the screen fades to black, we now see Danhausen stood by himself in the backstage area looking in deep thought.



Danhausen
Well there you have it, Danhausen once again came up short in the Monarch Earthquake proceedings, but also found himself cheated out of his prized Intercointinental Title by the abhorrent false King Edward. Danhausen had hoped to gain a measure of revenge on this felon by eliminating from the Earthquake, but he was robbed of that moment by the equally dastardly MXC fellow. Well as fortune would have it, Ethan Ultimate has decreed that Edward and MXC should do battle tonight in non-title proceedings. And that actually pleases Danhausen quite considerably, because he can officially announce that he will be in possession of a front-row tickethausen for the contest, so that he can keep a close eye on the two men that wronged him and continue with the plotting of gaining a measure of revenge on the road to redemption. It’s no secret that Danhausen’s sack of money took quite a hit the other week, but contrary to what some might believe, he’s not quite reached the penniless stage yet, and as long as there continues to be air in his lungs and wind in his sails, then there is truly no escape for those who would continue to oppose him. But for now, Love That Danhausen, and see you soon!

Danhausen then walks off set and the camera feed cuts out to move elsewhere.






"Better Than You" begins to play and there is a tidal wave of boos from the fans. After a few moments MJF begins to swagger out of the entrance way. Following behind him is Sir William Regal. MJF laughs at the fans who are trying to get under his skin as he walks towards the ring.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Sir William Regal. Weighing in at 216 pounds from Plainview New York. He says he is better than you and you know it Maxwell Jacob Friedman, M...J...F!!!!

The fans erupt even louder and MJF doesn't pay them any mind. He walks into the ring and Regal opens the ropes for him. He stands in the middle of the ring flexing a bit and smirking as his music fades.



KINGSTON KNOWS WHAT HE HAS TO DO. HE HAS ONE MAN TO BEAT M.J.F.

Kingston knows his way to the ring he has done it a million times. With no bullshit, and no showmanship he enters the ring where his target so happens to be for their scheduled match.


VS

DING DING DING

MJF circles the Intercontinental Champion with his much quicker speed, MJF goes to look for a single-leg takedown but Kingston responds with a stomp right onto the kneecap of the salt of the earth. MJF's knees crumble as he falls to a knee, Kingston would think to follow this up with a shoulder tackle but MJF catches the head of Kingston during the tackle as he lifts him up for a small moment and brings him up and over almost instantly as the back of Kingston crashes hard into the canvas.

Tom Phillips: "A quick snap suplex to the champion eager to get out the gate in this match."

Corey Graves "With so much bodyweight coming crashing down on this fatass "

Tom Phillips: "MJF just using the whole body weight of Kingston against him but Cory if I was you I'd have reworded that, I just hope Kingston didn't hear you say that!"

Corey Graves: "Say what? You're the one who implied he was fa--"

Kingston looks pissed for a moment as MJF quickly grabs the boot of Kingston and stomps down hard on the side of the knee, MJF gets in the face of Kingston yelling about how that was a receipt. Kingston swipes side-swiping MJF on the cheek causing him to take a few steps back and recoup as he holds his cheek lucky for the strike not fully connecting. Kingston rolls out of the ring. MJF not far behind but with a massive amount of whiplash right over the announce desk. Kingston stares down Graves before giving the shit-talking commentator a metallic taste in his mouth with a closed fist which sends him down hard. Kingston grabs MJF by the trunks and guides him back into the ring...

Tom Phillips: "We now have a two-man commentary booth for the remainder of this match while Corey gets checked on backstage..."

Mauro Ranallo:"Kingston using the table to gain the upper hand, Now Kingston has the match going at his pace which will work in his favor"

Kingston follows behind instead of going for any crazy moves he mounts my jerk-off friend and begins to offload the rest of his chamber of fists as each one beats down harder than the last, MJF tries to get his hands up for defense but the unrelenting power of Kingston is on full display. MJF on the final blow realises Kingstons punches are running a little low on ammo as he grabs the leg of Kingston and turns him belly side down, MJF goes around the man locking the head in with a tight grip as he begins to choke the life out of Kingston...

MJF realising the approach to try and choke out the man who seems incapable of pain isn't working as Kingston begins to get to his feet despite the 226 pound piece of shit around his neck like some lame chain collar, MJF quickly uses his boots to attempt to get Kingston off his feet, This doesn't work as Kingston instead uses the momentum to throw MJF halfway across the ring as he shakes off as the champ goes towards his target....

Tom Phillips: "MJF is in trouble here..."


MJF frustrated that he can't just out wrestle the sheer tenacity of Kingston decides in the moment; Fuck It. MJF falls into Kingston as he goes to stand hitting Kingston with a closed fist right into the family jewels, The referee doesn't notice as MJF's performance deserves an oscar, MJF grabs the head of Kingston and brings Eddies spiking off the canvas. The crowd don't like this obvious ploy as MJF gloats to the crowd before continuing his assault of the big man...

Mauro Ranallo:"MJF playing possum and getting the blatant low blow right past the referees eyes!"

Max grabs Kingston by the scruff of his neck before yanking the man to his feet tearing down the back of his singlet, MJF goes for a right jab but at the last moment his fingers jam right into the eye sockets of Kingston as the crowd boo even louder by the blatant disregard for the rules, MJF with free will over Kingston at this point puts Eddies head between his legs as he hooks either arm, MJF musters all his strength to lift Kingston parallel to the canvas, He holds it for moment before falling backwards and planting Eddie with a double underhook pile driver variation as MJF goes for the cover...

Tom Phillips: "MJF with a double underhook piledriver..."

One!

Two!

Kingston powers out at two!

Tom Phillips: "Kingston kicks out at TWO!"

Regal who is ringside looks as shocked for a moment before going back into stoic man he is known for being. MJF goes around Kingston as he places his legs on either shoulder, MJF stands to a vertical where he powers up Kingston for the powerbomb, Kingston realising the trouble bends down and bites the forehead of Maxwell, Blood begins to trickle down the side of MJF's head as he has no choice but slam Kingston down hard into the canvas causing him to land right on the top of his spine...

Mauro Ranallo:"SICKENING POWERBOMB BY MJF who has taken full control of this encounter!"

MJF feels the blood on his forehead before he hooks the legs of Kingston...

One!

Mauro Ranallo:"This is INHUMAN! No mere man should be able to kick out that punishment..."

Kingston powers out at ONE! as if he hasn't been hit by two of the most powerful moves in MJF's arsenal. MJF looks over Kingston's never die attitude. MJF lifts Kingston to his feet but is pushed as he fumbles right into the referee intentionally, MJF played it off like an accident as he looks to ringside, like clockwork Regal slides in the famous brass knuckles, MJF takes the brass as he gives it a kiss before pulling back and going for a right hook, Kingston through a miracle of god hits MJF with a back-fist as he swings around catching MJF before he got caught with the knuckles, MJF drops the knuckles from the surprise shot...

Kingston looks down and places the knuckles on his fist as MJF stumbles to his feet. Kingston spins around connecting with the brass knuckles on connecting right on the temple of MJF, Kingston falls back first into the cover...

ONE

TWO

THREE

Mauro Ranallo:"Kingston had this match won, Turnabout is fair play but MJF is saved by the referee..."


There is no referee the referee is down, Kingston would win only if the referee wasn't taken out by MJF, Kingston throws the brass knuckles ringside where Regal recoups his brass. MJF is lifted to his feet as Kingston hooks the waist of MJF before launching him across the ring releasing him to the other corner, MJF lands harshly on his back from the German...

Kingston now aware there is no referee he plans on murderin' the cocky asshole he has in front of him, Maxwell is struggling to catch his breath as Kingston's boot comes down right across Friedmans neck. Kingston stalks Maxwell as he uses the corner to get to his feet, Kingston is locked and reloaded as he uses the back of his hand to leave a welt across the chest of MJF which the impact is heard throughout the arena as the crowd wince from the blow, MJF doesn't get off that easy as Kingston loads back another hand that hits even harder and much louder as the crowd lose breath just from witnessing the strike...

Tom Phillips: "I think I see a smile on the face of Kingston..."

Mauro Ranallo:"He's putting out a clinic!"

Kingston loads back a third one which takes MJF off his chest begins to trickle blood from the impact of the three chops. MJF is crawling towards Regal as Kingston runs to the ropes and launches himself at Maxwell connecting with a high impact forearm to the back of Friedman's head stopping him dead in his tracks. The referee is still down which is now kind of pissing off Kingston because he feels he has this match in the bag...

Mauro Ranallo:"AMERICAN D- EENAGE DIRT BAG BABY, MAMA MIA!"


Kingston goes to the legs to continue his assault on MJF, He crosses the legs of Maxwell before using his much bulkier size to lift MJF off the canvas causing the pressure to build on both of MJFs knees, Kingston moves to the center of the ring as Max looks for an escape, He reaches out to Regal who looks over to the referee who is now just coming to, Kingston begins to move the legs up higher causing more pressure to build...

Tom Phillips: "MJF is looking to tap and the referee is coming to!, This doesn't look good for Mr Regal and MJF..."

Regal gets up on the apron and feints going into his jacket for the Brass Knuckles, Kingston thinks he knows whats about to come so he releases the hold on MJF to deal with the imminent threat of the potential Brass Knuckles, Regal once face to face with Kingston throws up his hands pretending as if this wasn't a ploy to get MJF in position as Kingston is rolled through...

ONE!

TWO!

Tom Phillips: "NOT LIKE THIS!.."

Mauro Ranallo:"REGAL IS HOLDING THE LEGS OF MJF IN PLACE TO PIN THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!"


Kingston tries to kickout but its the weight of two men holding him in this position as Regal holds the legs of Maxwell to help with his leverage on the surprise roll up, The referees view is completely blocked by the two competitors to even see Regals plan in action...

THREE!

Tom Phillips: "NO..."

Corey Graves:"I AM BACK IN TIME TO SEE THIS LOSER GET WHAT HE DESERVES FOR HITTING A FORMER INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION. MJF has earned himself a stake at the Intercontinental Champion, I was watching from the back and imagine MJF in a title match versus Eddie it wouldn't be this close..."

DING DING DING

MJF is pulled from the ring by Regal as soon as the three is counted, Maxwell makes his way up the ramp as he celebrate a huge victory over the current Intercontinental Champion, Regal catches up to Maxwell as he hands him the prize he could damn well win if he wanted to....

Tony Chimel: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN, MJF!"



MJF has acquired the Intercontinental Championship in hand as he raises it up to further add insult to injury as he places it on the ring apron where the champ snatches it right back, Kingston looks beyond pissed, MJF and Regal realising this decide its best to stop provoking the proverbial bear as they gloat their way to the back as the show rolls on...




The action of Revolution pushes ahead, as the scene fades in, where we see Edge in his locker room, his head hung low and wearing street clothes. There’s a knock on the door, which at first Edge ignores. When the knocking returns, louder this time, now Edge looks up and responds.



Edge
It’s open, just come in.

Whoever Edge was expecting, whether his family, Christian, or an interviewer, it’s none of the above as in walks Sami Zayn. Edge immediately tenses a bit, but remains seated as Sami struts into the room, in quite a good mood. He settles behind Edge and places a hand on his shoulder.



Sami Zayn: Well well well if it isn't the "Rated R Superstar". How's it going bud? How's the family? Must have been hard for them to see you fumble defending their honour but I'm sure you'll get him next time. I did manage to see you leaving EC3's office before my meeting with him though. Just wanted to know what that was all about.

Edge
I’d ask how you knew about that meeting, but considering we’re both not dressed to compete, I’m assuming you were brought in for something similar.

Sami Zayn: Well not something too similar. Right now your stocks at about the lowest it could be while me, I'm still a bonafide main eventer. Everyone knows I can beat anyone any day of the week. All I need is just that one little opportunity and what do you know, I had one at the Royal Rumble. The main event of Wrestlemania was right in my hand but someone happened to eliminate me.

A little extra weight is placed on Edge’s shoulder at the mention of the Royal Rumble, which leads to a slight smile from Edge, despite the tense situation unfolding.

Edge
Yeah, sorry about that. Luck of the draw and all of that, Christian and I didn’t fare much better if that makes you feel any better about the situation. Hell, that’s even what EC3 mentioned to me about the Rumble. A good showing, but not enough to really wow him with where my road to Wrestlemania will take me. And at this point I don’t even…

Sami Zayn: Yeah enough to the sad story about being a disappointing run and never living up to your promises. I've heard enough of that from Eddie Kingston. You see the problem is, I didn't take too kindly to having my rightful spot at Wrestlemania getting thrown away. Now I could have gone to EC3 and demanded a match with you to make things right but as I've said before, your stock is just a little too low for it to really move the needle for me. That said, you do need to pay for what you did.

Zayn whistles and Generico and Luchadora burst through the door with an unconscious Christian. They throw him to the floor and Edge stands up right away and decks Zayn! El Duo Dinamico rush to Zayn's defense and start burying Edge in a flurry of punches and kicks. Edge seems to hold his own against the two but a Helluva Kick to the back of the head takes him down just like it did Homicide a few weeks ago!

Sami Zayn: You want to strike me? We were simply going to give you an ultimatum but you had to go and make things more difficult for you, didn't you Edge? You never deserved a shot at the UWF Championship, Tommaso Ciampa never deserved a shot, nobody except me! You were wondering where the road would take but now you don't need to worry about career anymore because I'm about to end it.

Zayn pulls Edge up and lifts him into the air before delivering a BRAINBUSTAHHHH! on the floor! Edge goes limp and starts twitching a bit as the Dynamic Trio chuckle and leave him be. Some officials see them leaving the room after hearing the scuffle and rush in to check on both Edge and Christian, unsure of what just happened as the show moves on.




With the rest of the night's festivities looking to be done and over with, the ring has now been set up for a classic celebration, a proper party, a true triumph. There's a podium near the back of the ring (hardcam side), there's a table with cake on it, there are gifts, there's champagne with a few empty glasses, this looks to be a ceremony for the ages! The question is, though...what is it all for, exactly?



With just a few short notes, it would be made abundantly clear what the purpose of this is, as out strides, with the biggest grin on his face that he can muster and the finest of clothes adorning his form (which, given he is a southerner, would be nothing more than a well-kept button-up shirt), none other than one 'Mister' Trevor Lee.

Tony Chimel: "Introducing...the WINNER of the 2023 Royal Rumble match...'Mister' Trevor Lee!"

Euphoria. That is the only word that can accurately describe the feeling coursing through Trevor Lee as he hears those words echoing, resonating throughout the arena. For as much as the fans may throw their vitriol and their disdain and their scorn at his feet, there's no changing the fact that he won. He WON the Royal Rumble match...and there ain't a gosh darn thing that these fine folk can do about it.

Mauro Ranallo: "Well, it looks like it is finally time to hear from this year's Royal Rumble winner, Trevor Lee-"

Corey Graves: "Excuse you, Mauro, that is MISTER Trevor Lee to you, so you better pay some respect!"

Tom Phillips: "Respect?! Corey, you know what kind of man that Trevor Lee is-"

Corey Graves: "Yeah, he is a gentleman! He is a proper politician! But above all else, this man is a WARRIOR, Tom! You saw what happened in that Royal Rumble match, you cannot seriously tell me he didn't earn that victory!"

Tom Phillips: "Lee got outside help the moment he entered the ring, he hid like a snake in the grass for most of the contest, and all he did was swoop in and steal the victory at the end of the night!"

Corey Graves: "This man got a monitor from our table driven into his skull, and got his body damn near broken in HALF by LA Knight, and he still pulled himself out of the wreckage to EARN that victory, Tom! Don't try to downplay what our longest-reigning Television Champion accomplished!"

Even with the bickering between Corey Graves and Tom Phillips set aside, Trevor Lee would stride his way on into the ring, all smiles and sunshine emanating from the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky. After a moment, Lee would be handed a microphone...



Trevor Lee: "LADIES AN' GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR YA' WINNER O' THE TWENTY-TWENTY-THREE U-DUBYA-EFF ROYAL RUMBLE WINNER~!!!"

With the fans doing the exact opposite by booing him to high hell and back, Lee would remain with a sickening grin on his face, taking it in as though it was the adulation of millions.....and MILLIONS of fans all around the world.

Trevor Lee; "Folks...this...this certainly is somethin', ain't it?"

For but a moment...there'd be a tone of bemusement and...dare I say it...genuine emotion in the voice of Trevor Lee?

Trevor Lee: "I...I actually won the Royal Rumble, folks. Despite all the competition, all the sufferin' an' survivin' I had to go through, all the torment an' tirades thrown my way, I actually did it..."

Lee would fall silent, taking it all in for some time...until, a small chuckle would escape. A single beat of laughter would come out of the mouth of mister Trevor Lee. Said single beat would turn into a second one, then a third, and before long? Trevor Lee is stood behind the podium, cackling hysterically at the situation that he finds himself in. As seconds turn to minutes, Lee's laughter would not cease, the view of the world around him blocked by the way that his mask has slipped, covering his eyes so that his mouth could be free to let out the pent up energy and jubilation held deep inside him. Once the hysterics die down, however, Lee would fall silent once again, having to readjust to the people around him, watching him.

Trevor Lee: "Ah...pardon me, folks, I...I really needed that, I tell ya' what. An' truthfully, I coulda' probably let that all outta' my system some other time, behin' some closed doors, in the company o' a few good friends...but I needed that to be made public. I needed that to be shown to each an' every one o' ya' in attendance, to every one o' ya' fine folk tunin' in at home on ya' fancy-schmancy flat-screen televisions or whatever ya' watch this show on, 'cause I needed to prove a point."

Looking to constrain himself to remain behind the podium, Lee would drum his fingers on the wooden top as he speaks.

Trevor Lee: "I needed to prove the point that there were so, so, so many o' ya' folk out there who were rootin' for anyone an' everyone else in that there Royal Rumble match. I mean, folks, we had legends! We had icons! We had anyone an' everyone showin' up on that night to try an' stake their claim for that there crown! But yet at the end o' the night, the only person standin' tall over the twenty-nine other fine folk who competed on that night...was myself. It's like I told y'all...history has a quite funny way o' repeatin' itself. No matter what ya' do, no matter what ya' try to change, no matter what bargains are made...history always loops on back 'round."

A beat passes, Lee looking out to the crowd.

Trevor Lee: "Four years ago, it was my own personal idol who walked away the victor o' that there Royal Rumble match. Mista' Marseglia entered in at number thirty, an' all that my Horror King had to do was eliminate one man, one measly man...he only needed to end one singular dream on that night, if ya' catch my drift...but ya' know what I had to go through?"

Another beat, as Lee tries to racket up their own falsified emotions.

Trevor Lee: "I had to come on down at numba' thirteen. I came down at a spot that ain't nobody done gone won that there Royal Rumble match from, an' ya' know the people I had to deal wit'? I had to fight off the likes o' Hulk Hogan, the likes o' Dolph Ziggler, the likes o' Matt Morgan! I had to deal with Bron Steiner bein' bought off by mista' Prodigy 'imself, an' il-legal-ly enterin' the ring to put a big ol' beatdown on anyone an' everyone in that there match, myself included! I GOT KNOCKED DARN NEAR UNCONSCIOUS BY THAT MISTA' MEGA-STAR 'CAUSE HE JUST COULDN'T GO AN' ELIMINATE ME THE PROPER WAY, BUT YA' KNOW WHAT?!"

Lee. now fully playing into his role of enragement, stares dead into the lens of the camera, like a pastor conducting his sermon.

Trevor Lee: "I PERSEVERED, I GONE DONE PULLED MYSELF BACK UP TO MY OWN TWO FEET, CLIMBED THAT THERE TOP ROPE, AN' MADE SURE TO SEN' BOTH MISTA' MEGA-STAR AN' MISTA' PRODIGY DOWN TO THE FLOOR WHERE THEY DESERVED TO BE! I DID WHAT MISTA' MARSEGLIA GONE DONE FOUR YEARS AGO, AN' DID IT BETTA' THAN HE EVER COULD!"

Letting his rage simmer to a boil, Lee would smile for the camera.

Trevor Lee: "I was darn near killed out in that ring...but like the son o' the Lord an' Savior himself, I rose from the depths, an' came back to smite those who tried to put me into an early grave...an' unlike the son o' our Lord, it didn't take me no three days..."

With that statement, Lee would bask in his own wordage, his comparison falling onto the ears of countless haters and heretics, as a plague of malice falls upon him from those watching this ceremony.

Trevor Lee: "So folks...what I am tryin' to say is that my lil' quest...my trial...my as-cen-sion...it's almost over, folks. An' I know, these are mighty words comin' from a man who just a few weeks ago was wantin' nothin' more than to step into the same shoes as his idol, an' become the new Horror King o' the U-Dubya-Eff, but...there is an all too important question that has crossed my min', ever since I won that there Royal Rumble match:"



"Why be a measly king...when I could become a God?"



With a mad grin on his face, Lee would remain silent for but a few seconds more, before moving things along.

Trevor Lee: "Ah, but enough o' that talk, folks, we got ourselves a celebration! An' what better way to truly kick things off than wit' a toast?"

Walking past the podium, Trevor would grab the bottle of champagne from the table, and with some effort, would pop it open with that same serpentine smirk lining his face.

Trevor Lee: "So to all y'all in attendance, a toast! To the winner o' the 2023 Royal Rumble match, an' to the man who is soon to be the new U-Dubya-Eff Worl' Heavyweight-"

GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!





The crowd leap to their feet as the glass shatters and yet another new theme music for Shark Boy, 'Shark Attack' by Metal outfit WOLF blasts over the PA system. Shark Boy motors out from behind the curtain with the UWF Championship belt clutched firmly in his hand. Shark Boy wastes little time in theatrics and instead marches straight down the ramp towards the decorated ring where his future opponent stands. Shark Boy stomps up the ring steps and through the ropes into the ring, Shark Boy marches straight past Trevor Lee and onto the top turnbuckle where he raises the UWF Title belt high into the air for all the Shark-O-Holics to see. Shark Boy repeats this before settling in the middle of the ring and grabbing himself a microphone.



Shark Boy: You out here celebratin' son?... ya havin' a good time?. Ya got champagne?, what's that yer drinkin' out of, is that a damn flute?... you got the fine button down shirt that any momma would be proud to send their son to church in?. What kinda cake is that?, I sure hope it's red velvet 'cos ol' Shark Boy's feelin' pretty damn peckish right 'bout now but here's the thing, I didn't get no invite. 

Shark Boy looks Trevor Lee up and down, looking at his spread with wide eyes.

I mean you're out here talkin' about bein' a king, bein' a god, bein' UWF Champion... and you ain't even gon' give ol' Shark Boy a call?. Wouldn't the fine Mayor of Harlan invite his most dignified future opponent out to his big celebration?. I mean I ain't gon' lie Trev, I'm a lil' disapointed. But hey, let's make up for some lost time and get down to business. I ain't out here for the cake, I ain't out here for no fancy-bass champagne. I ain't out here to toast ya but I am out here to give my congratulations to the winner of the Royal Rumble, 'The Mayor of Harlan' himself, Trevor Lee, give it up for Trevor Lee!

The crowd murmur among themselves, they don't cheer for Trevor Lee as Shark Boy gives him a one man round of applause.

Shell of a job, kid. I gotta give it to ya, I was watchin' in the back and like you said I saw monsters, legends, hall of famers, I even saw a Grado out there vying for the right to get a shot at this here big gold belt at Wrestlemania. And I gotta admit Trev, I didn't have my money on ya. I saw you lose that TV Title to Cody Rhodes and I figured, he ain't all that... but credit where it's due, you pulled it out the bag and you done what ol' Shark Boy failed to do last year and you won the whole damn thing. No easy feat, impressive stuff and in all seriousness, ya impressed me out there. But here's the thing, it's one thing to get that title shot, that opportunity... it's another thing to take it. 

Shark Boy looks Trevor Lee straight in the eye.

You wanna know how long it took ol' Shark Boy to climb the ranks here. Yeah I got to the top once before, but I left, I took time off and I came back and I had opportunites, I had shots, and I just couldn't get the job done until it all clicked. It all clicked when I sent CM Punk into early retirement, when I beat the King of The Ring to take the title and just last week at the Royal Rumble I sent the 'Psycho Killer' packin' and back to the end of the line. I hear you out here talkin' about Vinny Marseglia, the Horror King and how he's your big idol and I wasn't here for all that, and I don't really give a carps bass about any kings or queens. But I heard you say you were the soon to be UWF Champion and shell, son, talk about countin' yer chickens before the hatched because that just ain't how it's gon' go down, EH-EH. You might be the Mayor of Harlan but right now you're lookin' into the eyes of the Sheriff of these here waters. You're lookin' at the biggest fish in the sea. We've stood in this ring before one on one and I whipped yer bass then, and I'm pretty sure you've knocked a few screws loose since but at Wrestlemania it ain't gon' be no different. This belt belongs to me, you ain't gon' take it from me and that's all Shark Boy has to say about that.

The crowd are chanting Shark Boy's name as he paces back and forth in front of the Royal Rumble winner.

So by all means Trevor, enjoy the celebration, toast your own name because from tonight there's a big ol' countdown starting - the countdown to Wrestlemania and the countdown to a Harlan sized bass whippin' courtesy of the UWF Champion, yours truly, Shark Boy!

With the UWF Champion having oh-so rudely interrupted the celebration for mister Trevor Lee, there would be a rather clear air of tension surrounding the ring, Lee eyeing up the UWF Champion...until suddenly, Trevor lets out a hearty guffaw and wraps his arm around Shark Boy's shoulder.

Trevor Lee: "Ah, well if it ain't mista' U-Dubya-Eff Worl' Heavyweight Champion himself! Boy, am I glad that ya' could come on down for this 'ere ceremony o' mine! I do apologize for not sendin' on down an invitation 'fore this all could begin, but I was wantin' it to be a bit more...personal, if ya' catch my drift. Maybe jus' myself, a few fine friends an' family, y'know, not make it a big public deal!"

Playing oblivious to the crowd surrounding him, Lee would cock a smile the way of Shark Boy, acting as though the two are best mates. Chums, if you will.

Trevor Lee: "Now, mista'...Shark, I gotta' say, I am real happy that ya' done gone retained that there U-Dubya-Eff Worl' Heavyweight Championship 'gainst mista' Psycho Killer 'imself at the Royal Rumble. I know, I know, for some people that might be disappointin' to say, given the hard work that mista' Psycho Killer has put into this 'ere business over the past few months or so, but I mean...folks, let's face facts 'ere-"

Lee turns his gaze out to the crowd.

Trevor Lee: "Did y'all really want to bear witness to a rematch that ends the same way as the original one did? I mean, truly folks, honestly, be straight wit' me, did y'all really jus' wanna' see me lay another whoopin' on him, an' his little new life coach or gone guru or whatever mista' Diamon' is callin' 'imself nowadays? Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah, I know that this...this is what y'all really wanted. Y'all wanted to see the two best in the whole gosh darn U-Dubya-Eff go one-on-one, man-to-man, eye-to-eye...y'all wanted to see the main event marquee matchup o' the gosh darn century, mista' Trevor Lee versus Shark Boy, at the gran'daddy o' them all, Wrestlemania!"

Getting nothing but boos for his own dismissal of Ciampa, as well as for hyping up himself once again, Lee would let go of Shark Boy and turn back his way.

Trevor Lee: "An' truth be told, mista' Shark...I've been wantin' this 'ere match too. I've been wantin' this match for a while now. Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah I've been wantin', nah, I've been needin' this 'ere matchup, an' ya' wanna' know why?"

Lee takes a moment, gauging the crowd's reaction, but before he can get drowned out in boos once more, Lee cuts them short.

Trevor Lee: "Ah, actually, lemme not treat ya' like some lil' child, mista' Shark, ya' name may be Boy but I know ya' a grown man jus' the same as I am, so lemme' treat ya' wit' the same level o' intelligence as myself. I know that ya' know why I want this 'ere matchup, it's cause last time we done gone face off in this 'ere ring, ya' beat me. Ya' beat me, fair an' square, clean as a whistle, one-two-three, I was left lookin' up at them there lights hangin' above us, an' that? That stings, mista' Shark. To be lookin' up at nothin' but the ceilin' while someone else is celebratin' their big win, that stings worse than any eel, any jellyfish, any manta ray, stings worse than anythin' that you or I could think of. An' quite frankly, as of recent, I've been feelin' that sting quite a lot. I mean, I lost to mista' Nightmare thanks to a sneak attack, then I lost my U-Dubya-Eff Television Championship to the same man, not to mention havin' takin' an L to the man who is now our In-ter-con-tin-en-tal Champion...I've been feelin' that sting a whole heck o' a lot, mista' Shark...but not anymore."

Trevor Lee shakes his head disapprovingly at his own words.

Trevor Lee: "Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah not anymore, I ain't feelin' that there sting no more, mista' Shark, 'cause I just can't afford it! I can't afford to let myself get all caught up in the plights o' the likes o' mista' Nightmare or mista' Psycho Killer, or mista' Buzzard, mista' Mega-Star, mista' Prodigy, or anyone else on this 'ere roster! Right now, all that matters, mista' Shark, is the two o' us. You an' I, that's all that there is. That's all there is in this 'ere worl' that I'm livin' in, mista' Shark, an' in this 'ere worl' o' mine, there's a big ol' countdown. Just like ya' said, there's a big countdown loomin' over my head, hangin' up in my mind, tickin' away like a gosh darn time bomb!"

Recognizing that he is rambling on a tad, Lee stops to take a breath, letting his point hang in the air at the same time, before continuing.

Trevor Lee: "An' ya' right, mista' Shark. That countdown loomin' over me, it's countin' down the weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds until Wrestlemania...but let me get one thin' cleared on up for ya' right quick: that countdown ain't 'bout no bass whippin', son. That countdown is 'bout the time it is goin' to take until you, ya' little frien' mista' Scotlan' Yard, mista' Carter, an' the whole gosh darn U-Dubya-Eff Universe bow down an' acknowledge me as the KING o' the U-Dubya-Eff, when I walk outta' Wrestlemania leavin' you starin' up at the lights while I walk away holdin' that there piece o' Harlan Gold in ya' hands right there!"

After a few moments of letting that hang in the air, Lee would let a rather sinister smirk form on his face, as his eyes glance from the UWF World Heavyweight Championship back to the eyes of the champion himself.

Trevor Lee: "...Wit' all due respect, o' course."

Dropping that as well, Lee would brush past Shark Boy, before grabbing two of the flute glasses on the table, and pouring out some champagne into both. Lee would then walk over, holding both of the glasses, and offers one off to the champion. His face has clearly been re-masked, as a "genuine" smile appears on his face, the festivities getting him in a good mood once again.

Trevor Lee: "Ah, but that's then an' this is now, so while we got the time, mista' Shark, why don' we celebrate together, 'ave ourselves a drink or two, an' try to get to know each other, 'fore we got to beat the ever-lovin' h-e-double hockey stick outta' one another come Wrestlemania?"

Leaving the glass outstretched, Lee would patiently await for Shark Boy's decision...

Shark Boy looks Trevor Lee up and down - unsure of the manic Mayor's gesture and it's genuineness. Shark Boy does in fact reach out and take the champagne flute, he places it over his nose and inhales deeply.



Shark Boy: Damn, son... can really get the... uh... grapes on this!

Trevor Lee has a big wide smile as Shark Boy knocks back the flute in one 'sip'. 

Well shrimp, that kinda taste like dish-soap and vinegar all in one... but hey, when's Shark Boy ever turned down a free drink?

Shark Boy tosses the flute to the side and steps closer to Lee as the mood suddenly shifts and becomes tense again as Shark Boy stares into Lee's eyes, the grin however never fading from Lee's face.

Now I'm all for makin' friends Trevor. I'm all for respect and solidarity between the boys and yeah sure I'll knock back a few Sharkweisers with just about anybody but let me make one thing perfectly clear, we ain't ever gon' be friends... and don't you ever... ever put your damn greasy paws on my shoulder again or I'll Chummer your bass right here, right now ya silly lookin' bastard. We ain't gon' be mates... besties... bosom buddies... bros... brahs... none of that, not because I don't like ya, although that might have somethin' to do with it - but because I ain't got room for any more friends. I have a certain way of thinkin' in it's a simple philosophy and it's D.T.A... and that stands for Don't Trust Anybody. Now I've got my brother Grado, my runnin' brother, the man who kept me goin' when times got rough and pulled me out the dark hole when this Shark wasn't willin' to swim no more. And I've got another buddy out there - he ain't with us no more. He ain't dead they just locked that crazy pirate sumbitch up. So are we gon' be friends?, nah son ain't how this works.

Trevor looks genuinely disappointed as Shark Boy continues.

But I can see this is your night... you've got yer fancy spread out here and I've gave ya your roses. You won the Royal Rumble and as far as the peckin' order goes you're right at the top. You held that TV Title and made it relevant. You beat all comers just like ol' Shark Boy. You've made an impact here and even though I whipped your bass before I ain't dumb enough not to notice that you've gotten better, you've gotten meaner and you've earned this shot. See Shark Boy had a shell of a year last year, I called it at the very start that 2022 was the Year of The Shark and if ya look at the records book, you damn sure know that's true. But it don't stop there, it doesn't stop when we turn the calender over to 2023 'cos I ain't finished yet and not by a long shot. So Mister Lee, with all due respect, I say bring your best, take your best shot and you best not miss because I will Chummer your bass once again and beat you once again at Wrestlemania because the Year of the Shark is fixin' to turn into the Era of The Shark. My first goal when I came back here was to prove I still got it, my second goal was to prove I could be champion and right now my goal is to cement my legacy here in the UWF. 

Shark Boy looks up at the big Wrestlemania sign up in the rafters with steely eyes.

See I ain't ever main evented no Wrestlemania before... it's on every one of the boys' in the back's bucket lists and mine ain't no different. But I ain't satisfied just main eventing Wrestlemania and I ain't fixin' to pass the damn torch. So tonight... yeah sure, I'll toast ya, well done you just won the Royal Rumble and you punched your ticket to the main event or Wrestlemania but the fishin' line is you just punched your ticket to the grandaddy of all bass whippin's courtesy of ol' Shark Boy...

Shark Boy locks eyes with Lee and for a moment the two stare each other down as the crowd reach a fever pitch, Shark Boy makes a move towards Lee before reaching out and grabbing another flute and one for Lee too which he forcibly puts into Lee's mayoral paw.

So here's to Trevor Lee, enjoy it while it lasts kid because last Sunday might belong to you, tonight might well be your night but at Wrestlemania?, your bass belongs to Shark Boy AND THAT'S THE FISHIN' LIIIINE... COS SHARK BOY SAID SO... NOW DRINK UP YOU SORRY SON OF A FISH!

Shark Boy gives cheers to Trevor and proceeds to knock back the glass of champagne and once again throw it off to the side as...

Trevor Lee watches on as Shark Boy chugs down the champagne, seeming to be far more disappointed in the UWF Champion than he truly is letting on...and that made clear when Trevor Lee rather forcefully makes Shark Boy lower the flute glass, and follows with an aggressive CLINK of the two glasses together, forming a proper toast.

With Lee staring down Shark Boy, and vice versa, the two would barely even catch the crowd boiling back up to that fever pitch that they had just reached...but no blows are thrown, at least, for the time being, given how the final shot of the night is that of Lee and Shark Boy staring each other down, the Wrestlemania sign looming overhead...



END OF SHOW



Credits

Promos- Respective TTers
Hogan vs Rhodes - Dresden
Balor vs Knight - Leedles
MJF vs Kingston - Jye
Guerrero vs Ciampa, Jarrett vs Ospreay - Danny

[TrentSevenn]

Hi! I thought I’d post a review since, 1. I haven’t in aaaaages, and 2. I wanted to at the Royal Rumble, though I didn’t think I had a good enough grasp on characters to be able to review anything, (still not amazingly familiar, but I decided that it’s not going to stop me (also, the Royal Rumble was fantastic)) especially since it acted as the culmination of a lot of great long-term character building.

Now I haven’t been around for a while, so I don’t have a good grasp on what the average length of shows is now, but from what I HAVE read, both recently and in the past, this was massive. And that’s a great thing! It’s amazing to see the amount of promos being fired in, especially following the Royal Rumble, (though obviously it gives everyone a lot to talk about).

First off, Jye’s celebration ceremony was fantastic. Jye does a great job of building even more heat for a man I didn’t know people could hate even more than they already do. The fact that Leyton can’t even hear Steiner enter when he does, and has to be alerted by Fandango and Breeze directly is a small touch that I absolutely loved. Everything flows exceptionally well, and it makes me both excited for more of Steiner (which it’s impossible to not be excited, Crann is playing him for crying out loud) and excited to see more interactions between the two, in any capacity. It’s great to see Jye doing well, I remember when he played Sammy Guevara, and when we first interacted, no doubt his writing on all fronts has gotten better and better over time and it shows with how great this opening segment was, as well as the matches he writes. (Also, bonus points for using Silver Scrapes.)

I liked gunn’s interview segment with Ciampa a lot. After a big loss at the Royal Rumble, it’ll be really interesting to see how he bounces back from it and builds his way back to the top, especially since Ciampa’s seeming to express self doubt, or rather heavy disappointment, after the loss. His warning to Trevor Lee as to not underestimate Shark Boy was a nice touch, and plays into the characteristics of his own disappointment in his ability very well!

Short but sweet promo from willybounce! Balor tells us his exact plans for both the night, and the future, issuing both a threat to LA Knight and a challenge to Cody Rhodes! I’m excited for the future, the road to Wrestlemania is looking bright and we’re only just getting started.

Cody Rhodes and Hulk Hogan ends up being moved to the first slot of the night, though I won’t complain, it definitely helps set up for events later in the show, and continues the tradition of building towards Wrestlemania with a sneak attack by Jarrett! Exciting to read, even before the attack, and I’m very interested in finding out Double J’s motivations for his continued attacks on Hogan now. Lovely writing from Dresden, as always.

A small foreword from Dresden’s Batista, reassuring that his actions are going to mean more than his words when it comes to describing his anger. Short but sweet, and leads nicely into the segment later in the show as well!

Now obviously I can’t comment on my own promo, as it’d be a bit of a conflict of interest, though I did have a lot of fun editing the promo image just because I felt like it. They’re only small edits, but I enjoyed doing it, and it was actually fun spending like 10 minutes colour matching Ospreay’s skin just so I could remove a GIGANTIC G1 Climax logo that was bothering me.

Guerrero and Ciampa’s match is up next, and it’s exciting! The match is really well written by Danny, and I really appreciate how it plays into Ciampa’s self doubt, even in an important match for Tommaso to begin regaining momentum once more. I also appreciate how Ciampa has to shake away the thought of hurting Eddie even more, it exhibits his own struggle within himself even more. Dealing with his loss to Shark Boy is seemingly changing Ciampa, and I’m looking forward to seeing where it leads him.

Fauche’s promos are, as per usual, phenomenal. I love how unashamedly silly Kyle and Bayley can be whilst simultaneously being serious, and the step-brother and step-sister dynamic really lends to it, and it shows. Like, really really well. I love the fact that Kyle’s planning on holding onto the medal, and even calls back to Fauche’s time with Larry Sweeney, before declaring his intent on reaching greater heights, with the Prime Time Medal in hand.

I really love how cwalker portrays and plays LA Knight. L… A… Knight is an exceptionally hateable and cocksure character (which is a good thing!), and his mic performance really lends to it, in a great way. L… A… Knight sets his sights back on the UWF Championship after his loss at the Rumble, and it’ll be really interesting to see how he shoves his way back into the title picture after Wrestlemania, whether it be against Shark Boy or Trevor Lee.

Also I shouldn’t exactly comment too much on my match! But it’s really well written by Danny, which is just a given. It had me on the edge of my seat the entire time, and I love how it makes both men look strong in their first outing. Although Ospreay would always love to finish on his own terms, I really love how the sudden attack from Hogan both makes up for Jarrett’s interruption of HULKAMANIAAA’s match beforehand, and it plays well into Will’s heel persona to make the most of the situation. Again, I’m excited to see where this leads both Double J and Hogan going into Wrestlemania.

Again, I really really love how cwalker portrays LA Knight. Spike, out of respect and understanding, comes to LA Knight with a gesture of goodwill to put the past behind them… and LA Knight just tears him down for the tiniest slights against him. It’s a really well put together segment, and I love how arrogant LA Knight acts, though the act of validation towards Spike at the end of their interaction is really nice!

And then out of nowhere, how furious Batista really is gets made VERY clear. Batista absolutely destroys Spike, basically raining hell down upon him (if not exactly doing just that). Batista turns him into an example, with even a slight, good-willed remark enough to piss off the Hollywood Animal. Really excited to see where this leads a fired-up and invigorated Batista.

Nice to see a segment from Evolution J’s Cody Rhodes following his match and discussing the outcome, and it’s great to have him address the UWF after his Television Championship win. Also, Balor being proactive and making his threats towards the Television Championship a reality with an issued order to blindside the champion just before his match takes place. Interested to see where everything leads!

Balor vs. LA Knight is, in accordance with every other match on the card, excellently written by Leedles. It also had me on the edge of my seat to see who would come out on top as well! The writing makes both men look great, and the addition of LA Knight pressing down on the middle ropes to come out on top with the victory, and to keep his lossless streak, as well as build even more additional heat.

Really good segment from Andy’s Danhausen with a dream/nightmare sequence for the Very Nice, Very Evil former Intercontinental Champion. Holding a grudge with both main eventers and seating himself in the front row just to keep an eye on the two of them. I can already tell I’m going to love watching his road to redemption in whatever way it may take form.

In the final match of the night, it didn't disappoint at all. Really great match and excellently written by Jye. The near-falls had me on the edge of my seat and fooled quite a few times. MJF’s “accidental” stumble into the referee coming back to actually save him a few moments later was great, and Regal helping leverage the pin was also great. Can’t wait to see where MJF’s win over Eddie Kingston will lead to in regards to his title hopes.

In the second-to-last segment of the night, Edge gets completely blindsided by Sami Zayn who introduces himself in a friendly, but subtly passive-aggressive manner combined with a few sprinkles of manipulation tactics. It’s good to see Edge put up a fight for himself, and I’m assuming it’s to give Swedish some deserved time off, real world matters should always come first and if that’s the case, I completely understand. I may be completely wrong, but regardless, I will always look forward to whenever Edge shows up on the program once more, because Swedish is a remarkable writer.

The final segment of the show is essentially the cherry on top to everything else. An incredible promo, and then back-and-forth between the UWF Champion, Shark Boy, and the winner of the Royal Rumble, his challenger at Wrestlemania, Trevor Lee. The segment merely serves as a preview for what Wrestlemania will hold, and god damn if the future doesn’t look bright as hell. I loved every single part of this. I love how Shark Boy sets the tone of relationship between the two. Despite paying his respect to Trevor, he makes it clear that he isn’t going to play around come Wrestlemania. And equally, neither will Trevor. I love the touch of the Mayor of Harlan slowly growing more and more disappointed with the UWF Champion. And I love the celebration as a whole, two adversaries coming together for a moment of peace and camaraderie before they start to butt heads on a more extended level.


Closing Statements

Overall, I have no complaints (though I never do), and I think the show was absolutely phenomenal. I’m really looking forward to everything, Wrestlemania or otherwise. It’s extremely nice to be back. Also, I’m sorry if I ended up repeating a lot, or get anything wrong throughout this review! It’s currently 2AM at the time of writing this paragraph (the eternal Australian struggle) and I’ve been writing since about 11PM including rereading the show, getting sidetracked, etc. It’s hard for me to address everything equally and to be concise at the same time, so if this ends up being way too much, that’s why.

Anyways! Thank you for reading, no matter if you decided to read the entire review, or if you just read for the part where your promo or match gets mentioned, I appreciate the time regardless :D

[Cwalker]

Amazing review Trent.

I had an entire synopsis written but it didn’t go through for some reason. So I’m just going to mention some of the things I enjoyed.

Danhausen’s promo was great and I love the dream sequence.

Lee/Shark Boy already make you want to see them square off. Can’t wait for that thread.

Batista absolutely brutalized Spike. I was wondering what was next for Spike. And with him sort of being the number 3 babyface(maybe idk) Batista lines up about right.

Ospreay had another awesome promo. Love what I’m seeing so far.

And in 2023, I’d never thought I’d say I’m interested in Hulk Hogan vs Jeff Jarrett but I do wanna see those guys lock up. Two new guys. Who wants it more.

Great job to everyone that wrote a match. You’re all studs.

[Jye]

Show Open: My promo I was happy to see the Celebration of Leyton Buzzard in the opening segment, I put alot of effort into the promo and it feels good that it was the first thing to open the show. Also shout out to Crann for helping with a good way to close out the segment I am excited to work with Crann once again.

Renee Young Promo: Ciampa needs some DDP yoga in this promo, He lost but now has Eddie Guerrero in his sights. I enjoyed the subtle call out to Leyton Buzzard in this promo so extra points. With strong words for Lee at Mania which are true, Shark Boy is the man at the top for a reason. Overall good promo hopefully Gunn can get a great Wrestlemania moment.

Irish Psycho Balor Promo: Setting his sights on ending LA Knights perfect win streak a hard task for anyone, Also calling out Rhodes I could see those two having a cracking tt thread, Sign me up!

Hogan Vs Rhodes: Short but sweet match, Good to see the interference from Jarrett, Rhodes has been on a roll the last few shows picking up win after win. I didn't read many threads this week so I may have missed what went down during TTing.

Batista and his small promo: Condensed what could of been 300+ words into a short few sentences, Batista is pissed and I am excited to see where he goes.

Just anova day, bruv: The line about Thursday being another day was a good call, How expensive is it to make your own scales? What metric do they use kilo or pounds? Hard questions. I love the confidence spoken in this promo while also understanding he is a "unestablished" Trent is starting off another great run isn't he? I swear he can be scary when he gets his characters rolling and I can already tell the mans got the voice of Ospreay in his mind while writing...

Ciampa Vs Eddie: Ciampa with the bounce back win, The match itself was good to read also teeth for the Danhausen collection is much needed. Good match which was served well by it's writing. Ciampa did what he said he was going to do.

Step Bro and Sis just being wholesome and shit: They started of talking about Kyle winning the Hollywood and Prime Time titles, Kyle proved those haters wrong, I really enjoyed the way this was written as a promo as always from a guy like fauche. I like the idea of Kyle winning every belt minus Leyton's title ya know we could form the A.W.O.L 4 LYF..

LA Knight's got stamina more than a 3-pump chump: He aint' wrong in this promo he did have a star making performance. Knight wants next for the UWF title after Mania which is a possibility.

Jarrett Vs Ospreay: This match had some great action, Jarrett going for the guitar to have Hogan get a modicum of revenge was good to read and see that is the plan for mania between the two. Ospreay won the thread this is the other thread I read other than the thread I wrote the match for.

Spike is too kind it hurts: I think this is the most nice way to react to getting beat down after your match. Still somehow LA Knights arrogance/ego see it as a slight against him, Gosh I love CWalker's Knight it just fits that his character would be upset that Spike is taking his tv time. Albo plays the perfect baby face with Spike which I also adore. Also Knight sparing Spike was interesting I thought we were going back for seconds but Batista Versus Spike is going to be great, The beatdown and Spike just trying be the nicest man out there is so unlucky...

Irish Mafia Time: Cody with his usual good promo but being blindsided by Priest and Mysterio ouch mst hurt.

Knight Vs Balor: Knight won the match after a good match that saw both men get heaps in, I was surprised that Leedles had a similiar idea to me with the pinfall being "leveraged". Good match overall

Dreamhausen: This promo was fun and wacky, I hope we see the continuation of Danhausen always a pleasure to read..

MJF Vs Kingston: Having read all the thread I really enjoyed writing this match in the end, Kingston as this unstoppable man willing to do whatever it takes to win while MJF after realising being the better wrestler wasnt enough to win on its on. I enjoyed MJF getting hit with the Brass Knuckles and the false finish because that shit is unfair to Kingston. The end with Max and by extension Regal winning with a rollup felt good and a natural way to end the match. I liked the idea of Regal faking out the knuckles and Kingston falling for the bait because of how much of a hot head he is. Hopefully I gave both guys plenty to work with coming out of this match.

Edge having it rough: Zayn and Edge with the altercation was good to read, Zayne beating down Edge for hopefully Swedish takes all the time he needs. (I read this as Edge being written off for now!.)

The 2023 Royal Rumble Winner confronted by The Champ:

Trevor Lee finally proving in his own mind that he was better than Marseglia was a good thing to add to Lees motivation. Lee doesn't want to be a king he wants to be a god such a good line refering to Marseglia. Shark Boy with this promo it's making the match at Mania more unpredictable. I like that the two men almost have a fight over the champagne both trying to be alpha in the situation a good way to start this feud off. I can't wait to read whats coming...

[Dres]

The show has been thoroughly and expertly reviewed already so I’ll keep my comment relatively short. Good segments and matches for sure. I like the way things are building already and I appreciate Albo making Batista look like such a beast in that beating he wrote. I planned on chipping in but then he’d written that beauty of violence so I didn’t touch a word of it. Looking forward to feuding with him for the first time since the old regime.

[Evolution J]

Awesome results as always. Shocking and surprising as well. I honestly must it was well played with Cody getting blindsided by Finn Bálor's group and also get issued a threat.

I must say now feuds are coming completely true at Wrestlemania. Leyton Buzzard is doing well with his new heel gimmick. Batista killing it as always despite losing to Kyle and at the Royal Rumble. Things are looking good for Finn Bálor and Hulk Hogan. Hulk may had lost. But he put up one hell of a match. Ciampa is on a roll and I am looking forward to see him return to the UWF Championship title picture again. LA Knight is killing it as usual. I am expecting Trevor Lee vs Shark boy might turn into a fatal four-way match with the addition of Ciampa and LA Knight. Sami Zayn is causing some trouble again. Lol. This should he fun feud. Kingston is still killing it as always. Looking forward to his longest run as I.C. champion. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed my work as late. It hasn't been easy for me. But Dres's confidence advice have helped me. Hopefully I can keep it up and not failed like I have done in the past. But other than that. Amazing job everyone.

[mrleedles]

Feb 11, 2023 20:48:19 GMT -6 Evolution J said:

Awesome results as always. Shocking and surprising as well. I honestly must it was well played with Cody getting blindsided by Finn Bálor's group and also get issued a threat.

I must say now feuds are coming completely true at Wrestlemania. Leyton Buzzard is doing well with his new heel gimmick. Batista killing it as always despite losing to Kyle and at the Royal Rumble. Things are looking good for Finn Bálor and Hulk Hogan. Hulk may had lost. But he put up one hell of a match. Ciampa is on a roll and I am looking forward to see him return to the UWF Championship title picture again. LA Knight is killing it as usual. I am expecting Trevor Lee vs Shark boy might turn into a fatal four-way match with the addition of Ciampa and LA Knight. Sami Zayn is causing some trouble again. Lol. This should he fun feud. Kingston is still killing it as always. Looking forward to his longest run as I.C. champion. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed my work as late. It hasn't been easy for me. But Dres's confidence advice have helped me. Hopefully I can keep it up and not failed like I have done in the past. But other than that. Amazing job everyone.

If my world title match gets hijacked into another damn multiman match I s2g /joking

[Xander]

Feb 11, 2023 21:03:09 GMT -6 mrleedles said:

Feb 11, 2023 20:48:19 GMT -6 Evolution J said:

Awesome results as always. Shocking and surprising as well. I honestly must it was well played with Cody getting blindsided by Finn Bálor's group and also get issued a threat.

I must say now feuds are coming completely true at Wrestlemania. Leyton Buzzard is doing well with his new heel gimmick. Batista killing it as always despite losing to Kyle and at the Royal Rumble. Things are looking good for Finn Bálor and Hulk Hogan. Hulk may had lost. But he put up one hell of a match. Ciampa is on a roll and I am looking forward to see him return to the UWF Championship title picture again. LA Knight is killing it as usual. I am expecting Trevor Lee vs Shark boy might turn into a fatal four-way match with the addition of Ciampa and LA Knight. Sami Zayn is causing some trouble again. Lol. This should he fun feud. Kingston is still killing it as always. Looking forward to his longest run as I.C. champion. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed my work as late. It hasn't been easy for me. But Dres's confidence advice have helped me. Hopefully I can keep it up and not failed like I have done in the past. But other than that. Amazing job everyone.

If my world title match gets hijacked into another damn multiman match I s2g /joking

I heard we were just going to do the rumble over....best two out of three