Post by Danny on Feb 16, 2023 17:41:02 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: Wrestlemania is coming up and everyone seems to be getting more and more worked up by the day.
Corey Graves: Everyone is vying to opportunities but there's no participation trophy's in wrestling. Unless you're Kyle O'Reilly with the ridiculous medal.
Mauro Ranallo: Well the medal isn't on the line but he will go up against Trevor Lee in tonight's main event.
Corey Graves: Lee is going to prove that he was the rightful winner of the Royal Rumble when me makes the wannabe tough guy his little-
Tom Phillips: But that's not the only big match we have tonight. The current UWF Champion is in action and he goes up against Leyton Buzzard who scored the biggest win of his career at the Royal Rumble. Can he do the same tonight?
Corey Graves: Plus we'll get to see absolute mayhem when Bronson Stienr makes his singles debut against Eddie Guerrero in a St Valentine's Day Massacre match. I can't wait to see that!
Mauro Ranallo: Well you don't have to wait long, it's the first match of the evening and-
As the music hits the arena is instantly filled with the roar of boos and venom that has become all too familiar from the UWF fans as Maxwell Jacob Friedman makes his presence known. He isn’t competing tonight so he is in a suit with his scarf around his neck, with a huge smile across his face as he walks towards the ring with Sir William Regal close behind.
Mr. Regal opens the ropes up for MJF who walks in and stands in the middle of the ring. Even as the music fades the hatred from the fans stays at a peak level, to the point that MJF decides to begin and let his voice pierce their boos.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
I know what you are all thinking. I know what is going on in that collective brain with an average IQ of around seventeen. You are all thinking “Thank god, he’s here. Thank god the man who I paid to see actually showed up.” Because I know when the UWF told everyone what the Revolution card would look like tonight, my name was not on it. You had all become so used to me in the main event, that you’ve come to expect it I understand. But don’t you worry your double chins over it, because the powers that be would never be as stupid as to let a single television show go without their marquee star taking part in it.
MJF struts around the ring very happy with himself.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
Last week was a very good week for me. Because going out of Royal Rumble, while I obviously had one of the best performances in that match. If you don’t win the Royal Rumble, it’s really kind of a mad scramble to find yourself a place on the biggest night of the year Wrestlemania. Now, we all know there wasn’t going to be a Wrestlemani where I wasn’t on the poster, on the side of the truck and in some big match they could advertise…but the question was, against who? Who was going to get a Wrestlemania moment they didn’t deserve by sharing the ring with the future of this industry? And last week that question was answered as the bell rung and yours truly stood victorious against the Burger King, oh I’m sorry the “Mad King” the man who is stretching out the leather of the Intercontinental Championship.
This does bring a bit of a mixed reaction, no one in the audience minds Eddie Kingston being humbled a bit, but the fact that it fed MJF’s ego.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
The simple fact out of all of this, I threw your ass out of the Royal Rumble and then the next week, when you should’ve been celebrating your little title win. You were too busy counting the lights courtesy of me. The UWF Championship is the goal, it’s why I’m here and I will never take my eye off of that. But it doesn’t mean I won’t take other titles on my way. The name “Intercontinental Championship” has a lot of legacy in other companies and even has a legacy here. The last three men to hold that championship; the Mad Burger King, a Dollar Store reject clown, and a man who looks like a hobo and has about an eighth of my talent. But he was able to take that with the Intercontinental Championship and luck his way into a UWF Championship match, so if the title can do that for the likes of Toothless Tomasso, what do you think it could do around my perfect waist?
MJF begins to chuckle to himself, he runs his thumb across his eye brow for a moment.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
I will try to make this as simple as possible for everyone out here and for Eddie in the back. I’ve done nothing but dominate since I stepped foot in the UWF. And I’ve done nothing but dominate your ass for the last two weeks, so I’m not asking for it, I’m not requesting it, I’m not throwing my hat in the ring for a shot. I AM DEMANDING IT! I am the man who will face you at Wrestlemania for the Intercontinental Championship, because there isn’t another person in this locker room who deserves it before me. So hold that title tight fat boy because the clock is ticking. And when we get to Wrestlemania your time will be…….
Danhausen
Ah-heh-hem!
A roar of thunderous cheers fill the arena at the sight of Danhausen appearing live on the entrance tron to interrupt MJF’s tirade.
Danhausen
Beg pardon the interruption, but Danhausen felt somewhat obliged to bring a pause to his post-match R&Rhausen proceedings in order to let you know that despite what you may think, it will in fact be Danhausen that intends to be the first in line for a shot at reclaiming the Intercontinental Title that was unfairly stolen from him. He understands that might be a struggle for you to get your head around, considering you strike Danhausen as one of those types of people that can’t see anything beyond your own ego, but if you think that having a favorable run in the Monarch Earthquake followed by victory in a fortunately timed match in the following week is enough for you to overtake Danhausen in the proceedings, then you are very much mistaken.
Some sounds of agreement can be heard emanating from sections of the crowd, who appear keen to see Danhausen as champion once again.
Danhausen
But just because Danhausen expects you to sit and wait your turn like a good little boyhausen, doesn’t mean that he has reason to discard you completely. You see whilst you might not have mentioned it yet tonight, Danhausen will instead raise the point that it was of course you that eliminated him from the Monarch Earthquake proceedings, and thus cost him an opportunity to fight for the bigger Ultimate Wrestling prize on the biggest stage. Considering how hard Danhausen has worked over the past year to try and earn that golden shot, it shouldn’t surprise you that he took his elimination to heart. Not that Danhausen expects you to care of course, considering he didn’t much care for you before that match either. But now that you’ve gotten his attention, all you’ve done is given him just reason to give you a much-needed rude awakening and make your own Ultimate Wrestling life as difficult as it can possibly be.
Another pop follows Danhausen’s words of warning for MJF, with the prospect of the two potentially coming to blows further down the line proving to be a cause for excitement.
Danhausen
So please, continue to enjoy living in your little bubble of self-appreciation for as long as you can, because it will only be a matter of time before Danhausen comes along and pops it!
As Danhausen points directly down the camera lens to emphasize his point, the backstage feed slowly cuts out and Revolution breaks for commercial.
With a flash of the Revolution graphic, we're taken backstage where Renee Young is standing by.
Renee Young: "Ladies and gentlemen, Bron Steiner. Thanks for joining me, Bron."
Steiner snatches the mic from Renee and launches right into a scorching hot promo.
Bron Steiner: "Yeah, whatever, Hot Lips. Beat it! It's Steiner Time now – and time is money. But you know what else is money? The Second-Generation Stud. MJF almost discovered that at the Royal Rumble, and had he paid me another $10,000 he'd probably have won the damn thing but he chose to be a cheapskate and look how that worked out for him? No skin off my ass though, because now I'm bringing in the Bank. In fact, after the bastard ran away from me last week, my private investor raised the bounty on his head by another $25,000, so you bet your ass I'm gonna be collecting on that in short order.
Steiner spits off to the side, then continues spitting heat into the mic.
But anyway, enough about that scrawny punk, because tonight I've also got another contract. See, the boss has made it clear that he wants Eddie Guerrero handled, since the old man has been making demands for title shots he hadn't earned. I don't give a rat's ass about contracts, but having an EC3 I.O.U. in my back pocket? You bet your ass I'll collect that and the cold hard cash for this hit.
With that, Steiner drops the mic and stalks off. Renee picks the stick up with a frown as she watches him trudge off.
The scene opens on Batista from his office as he looks ahead into the camera.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: It’s been a week and people are still coming up to me whiningly asking, “Why, Batista? Why did you do that to poor little Spike?” And even though I don’t owe anyone an explanation or reason for anything I do or say since I do whatever the fuck I want whenever, the reason I did it is simple and it’s not just because he’s a buck o’five soaking wet and I fucking can and it’s not just because he disrespected me. As much as it sickens me, Spike Dudley is a former World Champion and what better way to get credibility than by taking out a former World Champion? Now I know he’s still living and breathing but if Spike knows what’s good for him, he’ll take that beating and let that be the end of it because next time, I won’t spare the runt.
Revolution has been everything you have expected it to be and even more. The crowd are buzzing, the superstars are buzzing, just buzzing all around the place. The scene fades to black, leaving everything in darkness before the titantron and tv screens flash back into life with the caption "Earlier this week" in the middle of the shot. It fades away and gets replaced by two hall of famers sitting on a couch, Bubba & D-Von of the Dudley Boyz.
D-Von: Welcome to another edition of a special sponsored version of "To Wood or not to Wood". This episode is once again sponsored by our former employers UWF. They must of really liked what they saw at the Royal Rumble.
Bubba: You know broski, my main bro, bronanza, Mr Bro, this week, I'm feeling not to wood.
D-Von: You do know UWF has paid for us to do this don't you?
Bubba: Yer, but it's Valentines Day. Surely they don't expect us to do it today and today's the only day I get free so I'm going to make an executive decision for us and say today is Not to Wood.
D-Von: Hey, I've tried arguing with you in the past, all I get is a headache so I'm happy to follow your decision.
Bubba gets up and walks away as D-von stares down the barrell of the camera and just shrugs his shoulders. The camera pans to another part of the arena.
Chimel: The following contest is a Saint Valentine's Day Massacre Match!
The ringside area is adorned in all kinds of The Lover's Holiday regalia. The typically slate-grey canvas has been replaced with a bright red one. Heart-shaped helium balloons and rose-filled vases are set up around the squared circle, with a few boxes of chocolates and loose V-Day cards, too. A hot pink carpet trails down the ramp, adding a bit of cinnamon flavoured spice to this Cupid's Dreamland of a scene.
"Lie, Cheat and Steal" blares through the PA, bringing the capacity crowd to their feet. Eddie's low rider parks at the head of the ramp so as not to drive over that pink rug. Guerrero hops out of the driver's seat and does his signature chest-shaky pose to the delight of the people. Eve comes over from shotgun and gives her man a good luck Valentine's smooch. Yuck. The UWF Universe loves it though, and keeps the cheers going as Eddie and Eve approach the ring.
Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Eve Torres...from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds... Eddie Guerrero
The former International Champion climbs through the ropes and takes a bemused look around at all the Hallmark junk while waiting for his opponent.
The pre-match buzz is palpable in the house when the blistering opening chords of a trash metal classic hit the PA, pulling a fair bit of heat from the stands.
Chimel: And his opponent, from Woodstock, Georgia and weighing in at 230 pounds, The Second-Generation Stud, Bronson STEINER!!!
Steiner wastes no time. There's money to be made, after all. The big man marches right down to the ring, jogs up the ring steps, walks along the apron and enters without scraping his boots. He foregoes all theatrics except a simple gesture as though he is snapping a piece of lumber, but it's clear the implication is he plans to break whatever opponent stands in the other corner when the bell rings.
Steiner then heads to his corner and does his pre-match stretches to limber up, ignoring the surrounding eccentricities like they're a non-factor in what's about to go down.
Tony steps out of the ring and after ensuring both competitors are ready, the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Despite the mountain of a man standing across the ring from him, Eddie has wry little smile spread across his face. This isn't his first rodeo - he's been in this exact same position a hundred times over throughout his career. There was always someone "bigger and better" destined for greatness coming up through the ranks, looking to make a quick name for themselves by crushing a smaller man with an important name. And yet Eddie's the one that's still here, and how many of them came and went? If Steiner's a boot coming down to squash a bug, no doubt Guerrero fancies himself more of a rock in the sole than the insect beneath it.
Eddie circles around, already putting his speed advantage to work as he circles the perimeter of the ring. Bron crouches low - showcasing his collegiate athletic prowess with that amateur catch-as-catch-can posture. After a few feints in by Guerrero, Steiner grows impatient and flexes his football skills as well, exploding forward with shocking speed and blasting Latino Heat off of his feet with an eighteen-wheeler shoulder tackle.
Guerrero rolls over backwards halfway across the squared circle, although he manages to pull up and stop in a kneeling position a safe distance away. Bron rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck from side to side like its no big deal while the capabilities of the Second-Generation Stud sink in as a harsh reality for Eddie.
Ranallo: Bron Steiner is an absolute specimen. If you could invent a professional athlete in a lab, you'd be lucky to come up with him.
Graves: The man has done nothing but make BIG statements since arriving at the Royal Rumble, and I imagine he's about to do the same with the former International Champion. This is going to be a lot more massacre than Valentine's Day.
Phillips: It says here in my notes that "The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre was the murder of seven members and associates of Chicago's North Side Gang that occurred on Saint Valentine's Day 1929. The men were gathered at a Lincoln Park, Chicago garage on the morning of February 14, 1929. They were lined up against a wall and shot by four unknown assailants, two dressed as police officers."
Graves: So?
Phillips: Well that's... that's really awful, isn't it?
Graves: Don't be such a square, Phillips.
Ranallo: Yeah, Tom. Lighten up a bit, would ya?
Bron stalks Eddie like that bear in The Revenant coming after Leo. Latino Heat don't want none of that - he's not about to let the dude get hands on him or face him head-on again, so he rolls out of the ring. Eve rushes over to check on him but he gives her a thumbs up and shoos her away, not wanting her to get to close to Steiner.
The Second-Generation Stud calls for his opponent to get in the ring, but Eddie wags a finger and then calls him some kinda Spanish swear word. I don't speak the language so I don't which one or what it means, but Steiner must, cause he doesn't look happy about it. I think it was about his mom or something.
Anyway, Bron comes barreling through the ropes like there's a sale at Dan Flashes. Eddie hightails it around the ring, which, yeah, in most cases would reek of heel behaviour, but Guerrero gets a pass just like he always has cause that's part of his charm. Part of what endures him to the audience is his roguish edge, which he displays in spades in the next spot coming up.
When Steiner comes around the corner of the ring, he gets blasted with a vase full of roses. Buddy gets his arms up just in time to avoid taking the porcelain jar to his dome. Not that it would matter anyway, cause he just walks through the sneak attack with a barbaric yawp, his boots crunching on the spoiled flowers and shards of vase.
Graves: Does this man even feel pain?
Phillips: Peter Gusenberg. Frank Gusenberg. Albert Kachellek. Adam Heyer. Reinhardt Schwimmer. Albert Weinshank. John May. These are the victims of the actual Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. Never forget their names.
Ranallo: We could be adding one more to the list by the time the dust settles here!
Bron is infuriated now. Eddie looks stunned about that not even working a little. He's like a deer in the headlights. But here comes Eve to save the day!
She taps on Bron's shoulder to turn him around. He spins with a clocked fist ready to swing, but stops just shy of decking this broad, thank goodness. Her distraction turns into something far more sexier when she wraps her arms around his broad, throbbing, vascular shoulders and plants a kiss right on his lips!
Ranallo: That harlot! How could she abandon Eddie Guerrero for Bron Steiner on Valentine's Day of all days!
Graves: Frankly, I'm surprised it took her this long to dump Eddie. Bron's been here for a couple weeks already.
Phillips: Did you know Saint Valentine was a martyr? Beheaded, as best they can tell.
Bron's eyes pop wide as Eve kisses him the hardest he's probably ever been kissed. The crowd boos... until they realize it's all jsut a clever ruse! The distraction gives Eddie the time he needs to pick up a loose V-Day card. With that in hand, he hops on Bron's back and grabs hold - not to Rear Naked Choke him like you'd expect, though - no, instead, Eddie takes the card and drags the edge of it across Steiner's neck, giving him a papercut across his throat!
Steiner shoves Eve away but she doesn't even care. Her work here is done. Its not a deep cut, regardless, the blood doth flow cause when you're on whatever a guy like Bron is on, your BP is elevated to the penthouse and its as thin as the air up there.
Going into desperation mode, Steiner bucks like a bronco and shakes Latino Heat off. After wiping the human bean juice from his neck with the back of his hand, he turns to attack Eddie. Except Guerrero's been expecting him, and he casts a handful of dust into the big man's eyes. Bron recoils, blinded!
Graves: What the hell was even that?
Ranallo: *SNIFF SNIFF* - if my nose is to be believed, and it usually is, I would say that Eddie just threw a cocktail of ground-up chalky Valentine candies and cinnamon hearts into his opponent's peepers.
Phillips: I've heard that the old stock for those candies gets shelved every year, so for all you know, you could be eating stuff that's four or five years old when when you get them.
Eddie grabs Steiner by the back of the head, slams him face-first into the barricade and then rolls him into the ring. Quicker than a hiccup, he sprawls to make the cover on his foe to wrap this up quick...
1...
2...
Bron presses him off like he's weights that aren't even that heavy, launching Guerrero a few feet away with the emphatic kick-out!
The fans gasp at the sight of it. Eddie scrambles to his feet but almost immediately gets bulldozed and turned inside-out by a Steiner-Line! The Second-Generation Stud takes some time to blink the guck from his eyes now that he's got a spare moment. Fans boo him whilst Eve leans under the ropes, trying to will her man back to his feet. Guerrero's in rough shape, though, and things are looking grim when Bron comes back around to hoist him him.
Grabbing a hold of Latino Heat, Steiner then lifts him up, pull one arm back in a sort of high-angle hammerlock to expose the chest, then lands a devastating blow to the torso with the HEART PUNCH~! - a holiday-appropriate technique seldom seen in this days and age but effective nevertheless. Eddie goes down, maybe dead, and Bron puts a foot on his chest for the dominant cover.
1...
2...
Eddie shoves the foot off at two! The fans breath a sigh of relief. Bronson looks irked.
Ranallo: Eddie almost caught Steiner with his tactics outside the ring. Now that they're back up in the squared circle and Bron is in the driver's seat, he's really going to have to get creative to turn things around.
Graves: All due respect to a fellow Cartel-hater, but Guerrero's best chance of stealing the win has come and gone. This one's academic.
Phillips: You ever stop and consider the carbon footprint of Valentine's Day? Besides all the wasted paper from the cards and packaging - there's the out-of-season exotic flower market, which is bad enough before you factor in shipping.
Graves: Ugh, we get it, Phillips. You're a virgin. Now shut up.
Peeling Eddie off the mat, Bron lifts him overhead with a Military Press that immediately gets dropped into a Powerslam - a maneuver he calls the Steiner Flatliner 2.0. It's enough. It's more than enough. Even so, he drops down and hooks both legs to make sure as the Referee counts it...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
BRON STEINER!
How you gonna boo when "Seek and Destroy" is playing? The UWF Universe finds a way to be okay with it. They let Bron know that he isn't getting any Valentine's Cards from them. Pfft. Like he cares. After getting his hand raised, the dude climbs through the ropes and heads right back up the ramp like he's better than all of this and all of them.
Ranallo: Steiner racks up his first win in a one-on-one match against one of the best to ever do it.
Graves: The man is terrifying. Everyone on the roster is making plans for Wrestlemania and Bron Steiner is the wrench that just got thrown into all of them.
As Steiner heads to the back, Eddie sits up in the ring with Eve, who has come in to check on her man. That's true love, baybay. Revolution continues elsewhere!
We head to the locker room where Will Ospreay is seated, wrapping around the last of his wrist tape and preparing for his match. Unluckily for him, Sami Zayn and his two proteges come in and begin to speak.
Sami Zayn: Well if it isn't Will Ospreay. I gotta say I was really impressed with your match last week. You showed some real experience out there and I can see you having a bright future here in UWF. All you need is just a little guidance. Luckily I know a guy who can help.
Zayn gives him a big smile which Will doesn't seem to fall for. He stands up, staring directly into him, but Sami is quick to ease any tension.
Sami Zayn: Well now hold on, I'm just here to offer some guidance. Whether you want to listen or not is up to you. But really, if you want to be a master of your craft, you should listen to the greats. And there's no one greater than Sami Zayn! I think my highlights speak for themselves but if you want to witness things firsthand, I got no problem sparring with you at my elite training center.
"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay
"I don't need to spar with you, bruv. I'm at the peak of my game, the only reason why you wouldn't know that is because I've only been here for three weeks. I haven't had a lot of opportunities to show that yet. And I get that you're a man with history, but I really didn't just come to the UWF to start watching highlight reels, I could do that by sitting on my ass at home. But..."
Sami Zayn: Hey I'm just saying, as a new guy around here, it's going to take a lot for you to get to the top. This place is littered with enemies. Whether it's The Guild, the Harlan Boys, The Mafia, Shark Boy's gang or O'Reilly sideshow act, there's no shortage of people watching each other's back. Now I'm not saying we have to be best buds but it's in your best interest if you at least hear what I have to say.
Ospreay's eyes look around the room, his head locked forwards, biting on his tongue as he thinks about Sami's preposition. He understands the politics of the game, and runs the thought through his mind. After a few moments, Will opens his mouth to give his response.
"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay
"...I'll bite."
Sami Zayn: Good, now let's just head somewhere a bit more private, away from prying ears.
Zayn, Ospreay and the El Duo Dinamico leave to go speak some more. Ospreay slams the locker room door shut on the way out, leaving the cameraman inside, as the scene fades to black and the show rolls on.
UWF Revolution has been off the charts but isn't it always. The crowd are buzzing for a massive night but it's time to take a break from the ring as something that has never been seen before in UW history. A little throwback as a graphic flashes up on the stream.
The graphic flashes on the screen for a few minutes before a grainy steam shows the back of a Blonde, short mans head. The figure is confirmed as Spike Dudley as he slowly turns his head. We see him with a phone up to his ear, his head had a band aid where Batista cracked the glass bottle of his head last week and a bandage wrapped around his ribs showing him to be still in quite a bit of pain. It's amazing how clear and loud the sound is, almost like it was set up for this little segment but nonetheless it seems Dudley has no idea he is getting recorded. He seems to be some hidden footage camera.
Spike Dudley: Argh Aaaaa, I know, I know what you think. Listen, I'll be fine okay.
Spike pauses, obviously listening to what the other person has to say on the other end of the phone.
Spike: No, I stopped spitting up blood about Tuesday and I picked the last bit of glass out of my skull on Wednesday so really, I'm truly ready to go tonight.
Not as long a pause this time.
Spike: I'm nowhere near 100% apparently according to the doctor but I get the impression he is just one of those guys....... you know, one of those false doctors that isn't really a doctor, he just plays one on the internet.
Spike pauses, even taking the phone away from his ear for a little while he begins to bite his nails.
Spike: Listen, I know you are worried and I know the doctor told me that I would need a few days off to recover but I know my body better then anyone and do you really think I'm going to miss my first match back on Revolution?
More pauses from Spike.
Spike: That's right, I might be hurting like hell from head to toe, Batista may have given me the biggest and baddest ass kicking I have ever received and trust me, I have a pretty big catalogue to choose from but I've been booked in a match against Will Ospreay tonight and I'm not going to disappoint my nieces and nephews tonight by no showing.
Pause city bayyyybeeeee.
Spike: I know you are worried but hey, if you can't trust Uncle Spike Dudley, who can you trust? Besides, do you really think Will can do the same damage that Batista did?
Many pauses.
Spike: Nah, didn't think so. Now look as for staying away from Batista tonight, he will need to get his comeuppance. Whether it's tonight or whether it's somewhere down the line, Batista has got my attention.
I can buy myself Pauses.
Spike: Yes, yes, I know you think he is a big scary monster. I did see what he did to O'Reilly but he did end up losing to him in the end. How about this, I'll "try" my best to stay out of Batista's way but I would like to know why he did what he did last week and I only concentrate on the Kingpin tonight.
What's another pause.
Spike: Yes, don't worry, next time I'm home in Dudleyville, we can go on a Ten Pin bowling date. I'm not quite sure that's what his nickname means but sure. Listen listen, we have to wrap this up. My match is coming up soon.
Another perfectly timed pause.
Spike: Okay, I love you too and I miss you as well.....
Spike shakes his had now as the other person is talking.
Spike: Alright Bubba, it was lovely to hear from you too. I'm very impressed with you not cutting me off as well. Now can you hand the phone over to Stacy please? I have a very important question for her.
Spike has his head in his hands as he waits for Bubba to hand his phone over. His shaking his head.
Spike: Hey my darling, next time please just snatch the phone off of him. I didn't quite have time for that tonight.
Another Pause.
Spike: The best way find is to distract him with a chicken drumstick. He loves those things but anyway, listen I have an important question...... what in the Dudley hell is a Bruv?
Spike now turns towards the camera, seemingly noticing the camera. He has a look of shock on his face as he moves towards where the shot is coming from. The action doesn't stick around as a GTV Image flashes back on screen and the shot goes somewhere else.
Leyton Buzzard, the new class of wrestler, stands confidently next to the beautiful and charming Renee Young with his newly “won” World Cup in his hands, ready for an interview. Renee looks up at Leyton with a bright smile on her face, her microphone at the ready.
Renee Young:"So, Leyton last week “the celebration of Leyton Buzzard” was interrupted by one, Bronson Steiner, do you know why this behemoth is out for blood?"
Buzzard takes a moment before pointing down the camera as he speaks into the microphone with his unique sense of bravado…
Leyton Buzzard: “Steiner, He made a mistake attacking someone like myself, I am a new class of wrestler, I am much more than a champion, I hold the world’s most prestigious World Cup in my hands right here, The Buzzard World Cup. The ceremony for this prestigious award was ruined by the son of a bitch Bronson Steiner, I mean looking like a dog wasn’t the only thing those “legends” got up to with dogs behind doors. Evidence is the muscle head who ruined everything last week, He is about as smart as a dog and ugly as one…”
Buzzard's obnoxious laugh rivals that of Freddie Blassie. Maybe they spent a little too long together last week. The laughing subsides as Renee Young stone-faced as she looks regretful for taking this interview with Leyton Buzzard. . .
Leyton Buzzard: “Bronson may have dominated the Rumble hell the bastard may have been impressive but these THING didn’t recognise the true MVP of the rumble, Not MJF, NOT LA KNIGHT AND MOST IMPORTANTLY NOT TREVOR LEE!. I eliminated the Immortal Hulk Hogan, I eliminated Gold Dust and Matt Morgan. Trevor Lee wouldn’t have been able to eliminate me if the no good outlaw didn’t cheap-shot me. I should have won the Royal Rumble but now I have to deal with a lunatic who ruined my award ceremony and injured my friend Freddie Blassie. I had planned for everything you THINGS could do but you probably sent Tweets at Bronson Steiner to come and ruin the best celebration this company has ever seen. . .”
Renee Young decides to do her job before speaking up and asking the hard hitting questions she is known for asking.
Renee Young:"Leyton you really believe the fans hired Bronson to hunt you through Twitter out of all things? I mean I don’t want to sound biased here but wouldn’t someone have hired a hit on someone through a more sketchy website like Facebook or something like that?"
Leyton puts his hand up and motions for Renee to shut the heck up, Her face is that of anger and frustration, Hopefully Moxley doesn’t hear of this because Buzzard might have two violent men attempting to snuff him out…
Leyton Buzzard: “Very FUNNY Renee, I mean it’s almost like you’re taking out the things who celebrated that Leyton Buzzard being “shut up” and “put on notice for what he did to Edge''. These things are constantly judging Leyton Buzzard and plotting their next move to unjustly hinder me in the UWF. I thought I had put the CON-SPIRACY to rest when I exposed Edge for the fraud he was. I thought it’d be done and I’d never have to deal with this CON-spiracy against me again, but I was wrong. It's a great injustice, So Renee from one professional to another, DO BETTER!. . . ”
Renee puts her hand up and motions for Buzzard to shut it for a moment and let her control the interview, Buzzard looks mortified as he sits back against the wall and crosses his arms like a child told he can’t have the chocolate…
Renee Young:"Leyton you really are delusional aren’t you? Sorry but saying I am unprofessional when all you’ve done sinc--
Renee is cut off by a flying chair coming from behind the camera, Buzzard just about falls over trying to avoid the flying chair. Renee steps to the side as Bron Steiner rushes in to try to take advantage. He darts right at the staggered Buzzard, but Leyton sees him coming and ducks under an attempted Steiner-Line! The fans boo as Leyton scrambles off, Steiner in hot pursuit.
Bron Steiner: "You get back here you witless son of a bitch! Say what you said about my dad again and we'll see how well you talk when you're eating through a straw!
The big man turns around, knowing he won't be able to catch Buzzard, an expert in the flight half of fight or flight dynamics. As he turns around, Renee Young is waiting for him.
As, “See Me Shine” by Bone Thugz-n-Harmony begins to play, the UWF fans immediately begin to boo as they know who the theme music belongs to and who they’re inevitably about to have to look at. Not missing a beat, out walks Batista with the Hollywood Championship proudly on him as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Washington, D.C. Weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. He is the reigning Hollywood Champion and the leader of The Guild, the, “Hollywood Animal”, BAATIIISSSSTTTTAAAA!!!
Batista goes to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends it, using the opportunity to show off the belt once more before stepping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: Introducing his opponent….
Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...
Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.
Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!
Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.
Danhausen would remove his cape but Batista wouldn’t wait around, charging forward with a Lariat but Danhausen would throw the cape at him and bounce off the ropes to hit a Big Boot onto Batista who would be knocked back slightly by the boot but when Danhausen went for another one he would get picked up and into a Suplex position by Batista who would go to drop him but Hausen would land on his feet, charging him, Batista would be caught off guard by Danhausen bridging down and Batista would go over the top rope to the outside and land on his knee. Getting back to his feet, Batista would slam his hands on the apron and shout at Danhausen who would thumbs up Batista.
Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen, the man with a mind like a hedge maze once again plays mind games with Dave Batista but he better be careful not to annoy him too much.
Tom Phillips: Thats right Dave Batista hasn’t been known to be the calmest man on the planet and if Danhausen pisses him off well, it can end badly.
Corey Graves: You guys act like it would be a bad thing to see Batista maul Danhausen, i’ve been wanting to see that since the bell rang.
Back in the ring and the referee has began the 10 count but Batista gets back in before he can even hit 3, Batista once again charges Danhausen with a Lariat but once again Danhausen ducks but he can’t duck the the second one that Batista hits by turning on a dime, knocking Danhausen down like a sack of spuds onto the ring mat, Batista would hit a stomp onto Danhausen and the referee would try to get in between them but Batista would raise his fist. Batista would pick up Danhausen and throw him into a corner with a Biel, hitting him with knee strikes in the corner before picking him up and hitting a suplex out the corner for a cover.
1.2…. Danhausen kicks out.
Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen getting the shoulder up somehow after all that punishment from a sadistic Animal.
Tom Phillips: I think the referee was almost going to call it off after that Lariat to the back of the head but I think Batista would have taken his head off if he did.
Corey Graves: Listen to you two, if a match was called off every time Danhausen gets the crap knocked out of him then we’d never see a Danhausen match. Then again that sounds like an absolute win to me.
Back in the ring and Batista is back on the offensive, laying in stomps and elbows to a seated Danhausen. Picking him up, Batista would put Danhasuen on his shoulder, looking for a Powerslam but Danhausen would slip off and stumble back to the ropes, Batista would charge but Danhausen would pop an elbow up and Batista would run straight into it. Once again Batista would charge and using all his strength Danhausen would lift him up and over to the outside and get on the apron, shouting with all his lungs “DA DA DA DA”, the crowd would reply with “Danhausen” as Danhausen lit up Batista with the Tequila kicks before dropping off the apron and throwing Batista back in for a cover.
1…1.5…Batista kicks out
Mauro Ranallo: BATISTA KICKING OUT WITH FORCE, THOSE KICKS BARELY TOOK IT OUT OF HIM
Tom Phillips: As much as I dislike Batista you cannot deny the constitution of the Animal, one of the most powerful and dangerous competitors in the UWF today.
Corey Graves: I told you both, a guy like Danhausen cannot handle a guy like Dave Batista, he’s a fine competitor but Dave is in another league.
Danhausen would look slightly frustrated by not being able to get in the pin there but would get Batista up and attempt the Cradle DDT but Dave would hit him with a kidney punch, causing Danhausen to let go. Dave would then charge with a Shoulder Block and then pick up Danhausen and hit him with a Full Nelson Slam before signaling for the Batista Bomb, Dave would pick Danhausen up and parade about with him for a few moments, this was a mistake as it allows Danhausen to slip off and throw Batista into the ropes and roll him up as he comes back.
1…2….3
Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH…. DANHAUSEN.
Before Batista can claim revenge, Danhausen slides out the ring as a pissed off Batista slams the mat and argues with the referee, even pushing the referee at one point. Danhausen for his part just shouts “Love that Danhausen” as he limps up the ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: Danhausen with the sneaky pin to win this match, something that Dave isn’t too happy with.
Tom Phillips: Batista is a great competitor but Danhausen is one of the best minds today folks and he used it to win.
Corey Graves: Batista was robbed and I hope he challenges this “victory”
After what seemed to be technical difficulties UWF continues to Roll as Finn Balor is seen with his new allies in Damian Priest and Dominic Mysterio the pair that now goes by the name of “The Hitmen” are standing behind Finn Balor pointing him out as the star and the leader of the group. The Mafia clearly pulled some strings to get everybody’s attention, with everybody focused on them Finn Balor begins to speak.
Finn Balor
In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past week let me get you sped up a bit. Last week a hit was sent out on Cody Rhodes and me being the man that I am I hired the two of the best independent superstars to carry out the job. A message was sent out last week to Cody Rhodes pertaining to the Television Championship, and although the job seems to be completed it’s only the beginning. Last week was bitter sweet though as Karma had gotten to me and LA Knight managed to pull out a cheap victory over me. So with that being said I’ve hired Priest and Dominic full time to be my Hitmen while I take care of business in the ring to make sure that everything runs smoothly. I bet you’re all wondering why Cody out of all people, why couldn’t I just issue a challenge and get his attention that way. Let’s make one thing clear, I do what I want how I want when I want and with my new partners behind me there is nobody on this roster that can compare to The Mafia. Together we plan to run through each and every superstar who gets in the way of our plans starting with you Cody Rhodes.
Finn Balor takes a pause but before he could speak again Priest held his shoulder indicating that he had a message to send to Cody Rhodes.
Damian Priest
Cody, the message was sent loud and clear and we’ve yet to hear a response from you. What’s the matter huh?
Dominic Mysterio laughs before he joins in
Dominic Mysterio
Maybe he’s too busy trying on make up and wigs with his big brother…
Picking up right where Mysterio left off, Priest sends a big blow to Cody Rhodes.
Damian Priest
Or maybe Dusty just raised b*tches and he’s scared. Either way that’s not stopping us from doing our job and that’s to beat the life out of you every single week until you give The Mob what he wants a shot at that Television Championship. The Boss want us to save you for him tonight when you two compete in a tag team match but we’re still expecting a response from you Mr. Nightmare.
Dominic Mysterio then points to his shiny gold wrist watch before saying.
Dominic Mysterio
Tick Tock!
The trio of Balor, and Mysterio then fall back into the darkness leaving Damian Priest to stare down the camera before the camera fades to black to cut to the next segment.
The live feed opens with a shot of Leyton Buzzard sneaking around backstage, looking over his shoulder and ducking behind crates and equipment as he goes. He's wearing his wrestling gear and looks nervous from his earlier encounter with Bronson who is out for Buzzard...
Leyton Buzzard: Where is he? I can't let him see me.
Suddenly, Bronson Steiner appears around a corner, and Leyton quickly ducks behind a stack of crates. Bronson with a commanding tone yells towards Buzzard still not seeing the Bristol Born Lad...
Bronson Steiner: Hey, Buzzard! Get your ass out here now!.
Leyton Buzzard: Oh no, I've gotta find a better hiding place.
Leyton quickly moves to a nearby door, which he opens to reveal a storage room. He ducks inside and closes the door behind him, as he looks through the door slightly ajar, The footsteps of Bronson can be heard on the cold hard concrete as Buzzard breathing is heavy as he takes awhile to get it under control as Steiner's voice is heard closer as the monster walks into frame...
Bronson Steiner: "What are you filming here? Have you seen Buzzard?"
The cameraman stumbles over a few words trying to get something out; but nothing the fear is all consuming, Bronson not one for wasting time is sick and tired of waiting for an answer as he attacks the cameraman with a knee and some variation of a suplex onto the hard concrete as the camera falls to the concrete surprising it's still rolling that's what the poor soul gets for delaying Bronson's search.
The scene ends with a shot of the door, with Leyton opening the door to check if the coast is clear as he checks the pulse of the camera guy who is out cold from Steiner's attack. Bronson's footsteps fade away in the distance as Buzzard runs off further into no man's territory looking to survive to his match with the world champion Shark Boy. . .
The scene opens with Cody Rhodes finishing his workout as he stares at the camera and he begin to speak.
Cody Rhodes: Tonight is the night where I have to team up with Hulk Hogan to face Finn Balor and Jeff Jarrett in a tag team match tonight. I already know let everyone know I respect Hogan and I will help him take care of business what he has with Jeff. I will also take care of my business with Finn Balor. Since both Jeff Jarrett and Finn Balor want to send threats that they are coming for my championship belt. They both better be prepared and ready for what is coming. Because tonight, they will get a first taste of what it is like to get a dose of the horrible nightmare that will destroy their championship goal dreams tonight. Not only will Hulk and I teach both of them a meaning of respect. But we will show them no matter how many times we get knock down, we will always get up and fight because we don't give up easily. I would know because I have earned the right to become the UWF TV Champion and they both know it. That is why they planting their target on me. Well, Finn Balor have already shot last week and made a huge statement. It is too bad that karma is a bitch and it is time for redemption. Finn may think he had the last laugh last week when he threaten me and send his Mafia to sneak attack me.
But not only have he and his boys made a huge mistake in attacking me. They think they got one up on me and think I am too weak to fight back. They better think again because two can play that game and boy will they be in whole lot of trouble tonight. Not only they just made a huge enemy out of me. They have just put a huge target on their back for me and I will make sure to settle the score. But they are in for a huge surprise because I do have friends and my friends are everywhere with me. My family, friends and my beloved fans are the one who support me. Finn Balor and his Mafia better what out because I am coming for their blood and my friends are dying to meet them.
After tonight is all said and done. Both Jeff Jarrett and Finn Balor will learn about respect and they will learn not to mess with the American Nightmare himself. They may think I don't have friends. But I do and I can promise they both don't know what I have plans that are in store for them. They are both in for a huge sh9ocking surprise. Tonight, not only will Hulk Hogan and I will win. We will have our rematch one day. But Jeff Jarret and Finn Balor better hold onto their seat belts real tight because are going on s rollercoaster to hell. Their dreams of capturing goals will turn into a huge nightmare when they get defeated by the leader of Hulkamania and the UWF TV Champion American Nightmare....Cody Rhodes.
The scene fades and ends with Cody Rhodes smirking.
The scene opens with Finn Balor's locker room door and it is smeared with letters written in blood.
"CAN'T WAIT TO MEET U PRINCE"
Suddenly, the lights starts flickering as the scene fades to black and it opens with somewhere outside in a forest while it shows a mysterious person staring at the camera. The person is surrounded with white smokes as the person begin to speak.
Oh Finn, I can't wait to meet you. I see you want to mess with the American Nightmare by having your buddies sneak attack him. Wrong move kid. You may be the Prince. But you haven't met the Devil yet. I can promise you that you would pay for your sins. I can't wait for us to have fun together. I can't wait to taste the sweetness of your pure blood. All you have to let me in and let me show you the way. It's too bad that you have chose the wrong path of life and it is time for you to pay your dues. You may think you are untouchable for attacking son of Dusty Rhodes. But you are about to face what you fear the most and your nightmare is about to begin Finn Balor. Beware because it is the beginning of the end for you. Time is almost up. I can't wait to meet you Prince. HA HA HA HA
The mysterious voice starts laughing. The scene fades and ends with a devilish laugh.
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 crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley emerges from the curtain. Spike is looking all business tonight, looking ready to go.
Spike pounds his chest, looking out into the crowd as he begins his way down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and he obliges, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as he comes to end of the ramp. He takes a running start, sliding into the ring before climbing the turnbuckles, beating his chest and looking out into the sea of adoring fans.
Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY
Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, grabbing his wrists and rolling them in his hands as he looks set.
VS 
DING! DING! DING!
Tom Phillips: "The match is underway..."
Spike Dudley and Will Ospreay are standing across from each other in the center of the ring, preparing for their match to begin. Spike, the underdog, is sizing up his opponent, knowing that he needs to take some risks if he's going to come out on top...
Tom Phillips: "Both men eyeing each other real closely to begin"
As the bell rings, Spike charges forward and leaps into the air, tucking his body into a tight ball and soaring through the air. Will, caught off guard by Spike's sudden burst of speed, stumbles back as Spike comes crashing down on him with a picture-perfect crossbody, Spike get's to his feet whole body shaking with pure adrenaline in his blood.The impact sends both men tumbling to the mat, Spike gets to his feet whole body shaking with pure adrenaline in his blood...
Tom Phillips: "EXPLOSIVE start the cross body right out the gate using his whole body as a weapon."
Corey Graves: "Spike has to use his whole body everyone in the back has at least 100 pounds on the runt."
Spike is quick to capitalize. He catches Ospreay getting to his base as Dudley grabs Will by the arm, yanking him up and whipping him into the ropes. As Will comes rebounding back, Spike takes him down with a lightning-fast arm drag, sending him flying across the ring that sends Ospreay rolling under the ropes and onto his feet for quick reprieve...
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay taking a moment to recalculate his game plan, Spike has jumped right out the gate and Ospreay has had a false start..."
Mauro Ranallo: "HOLD ON A MOMENT. SPIKE IS PUTTING HIS FOOT DOWN ON THE GAS.."
Will tries to get back to his feet, but Spike is already flying over the ropes crashing bottom first into Ospreay. Spike doesn't let up as he begins pummeling Will with a flurry of quick strikes and kicks. With each blow, Spike feels momentum going his way, He throws Ospreay into the ring and as Spike follows he jumps up for throwing both feet for a dropkick, Ospreay deflects the attempt pushing Spike to the side like he weighs nothing...
Tom Phillips: "Swatted out the air like a fly..."
Spike attempts to get to his feet quickly but Will catches Spike with a huge pele kick, the kick nearly puts Spikes head through the mat with the kick to the back of the head, The impact is so intense that the crowd gasps in amazement, realizing that Will has just turned the match completely in his favour with two simple moves...
Tom Phillips: "Right in the back of the head with that kick by Ospreay..."
Corey Graves: "Spike left the door right open for that to happen..."
As Spike lies on the mat, dazed and confused, Will takes a moment to catch his breath. He knows that he has to keep the pressure on if he's going to win this match, and so he charges forward, leaping into the air and hitting Spike just as he got to his feet with a brutal knee strike, that knocks Dudley back...
Mauro Ranallo: "EXPLOSIVE Knee"
Corey Graves: "Spike has to be seeing stars right at this moment..."
Despite the pain and exhaustion, Spike refuses to stay down. He struggles to get back to his feet, but Will is relentless, hitting him with a barrage of quick strikes and kicks. With each blow, Spike gets weaker and weaker, until he's practically on the brink of collapse, Ospreay strikes with a huge elbow sending Spike into the corner, Ospreay follows up with a impactful kick to the the chin, a sneaky little nandos if you will as spit and maybe a few teeth fly right out of Dudley's mouth...
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay has something to prove here in this match his aggression is on another level.."
Corey Graves: "I mean he is a word class athlete even against someone like Spike you still have to keep them off their feet."
But even in the face of such punishment, Spike refuses to give up. He digs deep, drawing on reserves of tenacity and determination that he never knew he had. With a roar of sheer willpower, Spike charges out of the corner and unleashes a flurry of his own, catching Will off guard with a sudden burst of offense...
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay taking a moment too long to follow up from a lil' cheeky nandos..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Spike moves like lightning with his strikes hard to block or plan against!"
Spike connects with a stiff kick to the midsection, followed by a lightning-fast DDT that sends Ospreay crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in cheers as Spike climbs to the top rope, preparing to deliver the finishing blow. With one last burst of energy, Spike leaps into the air, hitting Ospreay with a diving headbutt that shakes the entire ring...
Tom Phillips: "TOP ROPE DIVING HEADBUTT FROM DUDLEY VILLES OWN"
The impact is so intense that Spike can barely move, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion. But he manages to drape an arm over Will...
One!
Two!
Ospreay gets his shoulders up at two as the crowd react to Ospreay kicking out with shock...
Mauro: "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST KICKED OUT!"
Spike's eyes widen with surprise and frustration, but he knows that he can't give up now. He forces himself back to his feet, pulling Will up with him. Spike sets Will up for a Dudley Dog, but Ospreay counters with a brutal kick to the head, sending Spike staggering back...
Will seizes the opportunity and charges forward, hitting Spike with a running dropkick that sends him crashing into the turnbuckle. Ospreay follows up with a running knee strike, but Spike manages to dodge at the last second, causing Will to collide with the turnbuckle instead.
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay going for the knee strike to follow up the running dropkick into the corner..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Spike getting out of dodge just in the nick of time..."
Spike takes advantage of the opening, grabbing Will from behind and hitting him with a modified bulldog that sends Ospreay crashing to the mat. Spike quickly hooks the leg and the ref counts...
Tom Phillips: "DUDLEY DOG this could be over...."
Corey Graves: "Spike took his time getting into the pinning position..."
One!
Two!
NO! Ospreay again kicks out!
Tom Phillips: "TIME IS EVERYTHING AND WILL OSPREAY IS ABLE TO KICK OUT AT TWO!"
Spike can't believe it, but he refuses to let his frustration get the best of him. He knows that he's come too far to give up now. He pulls Will back to his feet, determined to finish this once and for all.
Tom Phillips: "Spike can't let this get to his head.."
Spike sets Will up for another Dudley Dog, but this time Ospreay is ready for it. As Spike goes for the move, Will quickly shifts his weight and reverses it, sending Spike flying through the air and crashing to the mat.
Corey Graves: "Shows Spike for showing off!"
The crowd gasps in disbelief, but Will isn't done yet. He quickly climbs to the top rope, waiting for Spike to get back to his feet. As Spike slowly rises, Will leaps into the air, hitting him with a breathtaking shooting star press that leaves Spike crumpled on the mat.
Tom Phillips: "A beautiful shooting star press awaiting Dudley as he was getting up..."
Will quickly goes for the pin, hooking both legs and leaning all his weight onto Spike's chest...
Corey Graves: "THIS IS IT! Ospreay has put away the runt!"
One!
Two!
But just as the referee's hand is about to hit the mat for the three count, Spike kicks out at the very last second, the crowd erupts into cheers as Spike somehow manages to find the strength to keep fighting.
Corey Graves: "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
Tom Phillips: "The crowd can feel it. The underdog of all underdogs is making history right this second..."
Ospreay shocked, but he knows that he can't afford to waste any time. He quickly gets back to his feet and pulls Spike up with him. As Spike stands, barely able to keep his balance, Will wraps his arms around Spike's waist and lifts him up, hitting him with a devastating German suplex that sends Spike crashing to the mat.
Tom Phillips: "EXPLOSIVE German"
Spike lies motionless on the mat as Will climbs to the top rope once again, this time hitting his opponent with a picture-perfect 450 splash. As the impact reverberates throughout the arena, the crowd goes wild with anticipation willing the little runt that could to survive, realizing that this could be the end for Spike.
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay just needs to put the period on this match and it's all over..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Ospreay is trying to apply a Ring of Saturn!"
Ospreay quickly gets back to his feet and begins to lock in the Rings of Saturn, with each movement, Will applies more and more pressure, bending Spike's body in ways that it was never meant to bend. Spike grits his teeth, refusing to give up even as the pain becomes nearly unbearable.
But just when it seems like all hope is lost, Spike manages to squirm and struggle his way out of the hold, escaping from Will's grasp and rolling away to safety.
Tom Phillips: "Dudley lives another day but their is a predator lurking to finish off his prey..."
Will is furious, knowing that he was just moments away from victory, but Spike is quick to capitalize on his moment of weakness. He charges forward, hitting Will with a series of quick strikes and kicks that send him reeling.
Tom Phillips: "Another flur--
Spike is cut off by a high roundhouse kick to the temple sending Spike to his hands and knees facing away from Will,who has thwarted another comeback from the underdoge, Will pulls down his elbow pad readying the metal...
Tom Phillips: "Oh no here comes the Hidden Blade!"
Corey Graves: "Spike bit off more than he can che--"
As Will Ospreay sets up for his finishing move, the Hidden Blade, Spike Dudley sees an opening. With lightning-fast reflexes, Spike drops down and rolls Ospreay up in a surprise pinning maneuver.
One!
Two!
Three!
Tom Phillips: "Spike has done it! with a massive upset..."
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, by pinfall, Spike Dudley!..."
Ospreay is visibly disappointed, unable to hide his frustration as he makes his way out of the ring. Spike, on the other hand, is elated, celebrating his hard-fought victory with the fans.
We head backstage where Kayla Braxon is running up to catch up with Sami Zayn.
Kayla Braxton: Excuse me Sami, I'd like to ask you about last week's attack on Edge.
Sami Zayn: Sure Kayla, why not.
Kayla Braxton: Well I guess the simple question is, why?
Sami Zayn: Why? You want to know why? Isn't it obvious? Edge doesn't deserve to even be in this company. Did you see his match against Leyton Buzzard? He looked like a fool. I beat Buzzard months ago and our so called former UWF Champion couldn't even do that. For months now, the standard of competition for the UWF Championship has been at an all time low. You've got former World Champions like Dean Ambrose and Homicide being reduced to mid card status. And don't even get me started on the new challengers.
I'm supposed to believe Trevor Lee is a worthy champion? Sure he may be better than Shark Boy but that's not saying much. Tommaso Ciampa, he proved how much of a flash in the pan he was. It's easy being a big fish in a small pond that is the Intercontinental Championship division but he stepped into my world and got humiliated. Had it been just us one on one for the #1 contendership, it would have been a very different story.
Kayla Braxton: So in the past few months you put Homicide on the shelf and now seemingly Edge. What's the end goal here?
Sami Zayn: The same as it's always been since day one. I'm here to elevate this company. To bring legitimacy to it. UWF is nothing more than a sideshow act and while that makes money, it pisses on the legacy that is professional wrestling. That's why I've taken these two under my wing. It's why I offered my services to young Willy Ospreay. I want to help shape the future and take this company back to it's roots. If I have to beat down everyone who keeps sullying the name of UWF, I will. I'll prove that anyone who's ever gotten a title opportunity over me is nothing more than a fluke.
Zayn walks off and Revolution rolls on.
With Revolution rolling on, the cameras would cut to the backstage area quite abruptly, where one mister Trevor Lee would be seen practically on standby; he holds his cellphone, looking down at it for a few seconds, seeming ready to make or receive a call of some kind. Taking only a few more seconds, Lee would seem about out of patience for the lack of response, and start walking off to the locker rooms, having a match to prepare for…
Leyton catches the eye of Lee, Buzzard looks frantic as his face lights up at the sight of Lee, Leyton steps closer to Lee grabbing the 2023 Royal Rumble winner's hand. Buzzard leans in trying to keep his voice down from his pursuer. . .
Leyton Buzzard:”Lee! Lee, oh, am I glad to see you! Listen, I know we haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but I have a teeny tiny problem with one man. He has it out for my head, Lee. He’s like some rabi-
Without a second thought, Trevor Lee would pull his arm away from Leyton Buzzard, and as his eyes meet his, there would be a hitch of his breath, a moment of hesitance, as Lee’s mind flashes through their previous encounters. Their battles for the Television Championship, their constant verbal clashes, their war in Harlan, the one that had seen the church burn down…it would take everything that Lee has to keep that mask affixed to his face, and even then, it is nowhere near as nice and orderly as the mayor of Harlan would like it to be.
Trevor Lee: ”Mista’ Buzzard…how nice it is to see ya’ again. So, if ya’ don’t mind me sayin’ this, I know that ya’ probably wan’ to sit down an’ reminisce over the good times that the two o’ us ‘ave shared, but I really am a busy man nowadays. Y’know, winner o’ the Royal Rumble match, guar-an-teed match wit’ mista’ Shark at Wrestlemania, I’m ‘fraid I ain’t got much time to waste chit-chattin’ wit-”
Before Trevor can properly walk off, Leyton would interject, body-blocking Lee in the process, trying to grab at him once more.
Leyton Buzzard: “Y-You don’t fully understand Lee! I…I am truly sorry for the church, Trevor. You, you know that I was misled by these…these THINGS out there! B-But right now I need your assistance, Lee. See, I was thinkin’ maybe you could lend ol’ Leyton Buzzard a hand with this rabid dog problem’ I have, Bron Steiner? He has been like my shadow, followin’ me around all night! He’s trying to get me for whatever reason he may have, and I just can’t shake him! Please, Lee, help me with this…this damn dog! Remember, Lee, I was the one who made you the champion you were! And, and if you REALLY think about it, I was the one who gave you everything you needed to win the Royal Rumble. I mean if anything me beating down Shark Boy tonight also helps you at Wrestlemania! But with Steiner I ain’t going to get the chance to beat that no good son of a fish! Besides, Lee, if anything, you owe me this…”
As soon as Leyton would dare say that, there would be a glazed look in the eyes of mister Trevor Lee…but the former Television Champion? He would remain quiet. Deathly quiet. Until, after a few more seconds of room noise acting as a buffer between the two parties, Lee would be the one taking hold of Leyton’s hand, crushing it in his grip and dragging him to make sure there is nowhere that Leyton can look but into the eyes of the mayor of Harlan, Kentucky.
Trevor Lee: ”Son…if ya’ truly think that mista’ Trevor Lee owes you a single gosh darn thin’ in this ‘ere world, then I suggest ya’ stop runnin’ ya’ mouth, or else it ain’t goin’ to be Bron Steiner who is shuttin’ that yap permanently, understan’ me?”
Not waiting for an answer, Lee’s threat would go unrivaled, as he lets go of Leyton, shoving him backwards a step or two, while readjusting his wardrobe.
Trevor Lee: ”But speakin’ o’ that lil’ problem o’ ya’s? Well…I’m sorry, mista’ Buzzard, but there ain’t a lick that I can do for ya’ on that front. At least, not tonight, anyways - I would tell Andy to go try an’ take care o’ ‘em, considerin’ ya’ bein’ so kin’ as to try an’ take down mista’ Shark a peg or two ahead o’ our le-gen-da-ry matchup at Wrestlemania, but I ain’t seen hide nor hair o’ ol’ Butcher all night! I know he ain’t usually one to call in sick, ‘specially not on a big night like this one, but the dude just might ‘ave had some business to take care o’ back in Harlan?”
To that, Trevor Lee would shrug, seeming completely unaware of The Butcher’s whereabouts…or, at least, acting as such? It’s never easy to tell with the mayor of Harlan…
Trevor Lee: ”But, if ya’ truly do wan’ some help, I can at least point ya’ in a solid enough direction to hide out from ‘em until that match wit’ mista’ Shark?”
Lee’s face would turn to a small smirk, waiting to see just how desperate for assistance Leyton is…
Leyton Buzzard: “Lee’ you and I both know Butcher is never too far, Especially after he screwed me out of MY TELEVISION TITLE but I’ve BEEN THE BIGGER MAN TODAY I JUST NEED SOME ASSISTANCE!”
Raising his voice louder than he wanted Buzzard's head swivels on his shoulders looking to see if his assailant had heard his momentary outburst. He leans closer to Lee to try and get Lee to give him what he wants…
Leyton Buzzard: “Lee just between yourself and I. You have Shark Boy beat at Mania’ but you really don’t want me as an enemy again. Just get your man to watch my back and you won’t have to deal with me for quite some time, One less guy gunning for your back when you win. Just think about it, Lee, it works out for both of us!
With Leyton seeming all too invested in this idea, Trevor Lee would let out a lengthy sigh, clearly trying and failing to keep his more…camera-appealing persona on display.
Trevor Lee: ”Listen, mista’ Buzzard, I appreciate the flattery here. Truly, I do, but I jus’ don’t know where Andy is at right now. I can try to give him a call, but-”
Leyton Buzzard: “Lee I don’t have time for you to facetime Andy, Bronson is out to kill me--”
Leyton’s head snaps behind as he hears doors slamming, presumably the rampaging Bron Steiner turning every stone looking for Buzzard. Leyton looks to continue his plea, but with no time to waste, he turns back and pushes past Lee, racing off towards whatever safe haven he can find. Looking on as Leyton doesn’t even give a second thought to leaving him behind, Lee would turn towards the nearest slammed door…but upon seeing nothing, Lee would sigh once more. Shaking his head in disappointment, Lee pulls out his cell phone once again, and his thumb moves at an almost lightning-quick speed to dial the same number he’s been trying to call for however long it has been now.
After a few rings, it is clear nobody is responding, so Lee exhales, and waits for the voice message to pass through…
Trevor Lee: ”...Hey, Andy, it’s Trevor. I know, I know, I’ve been callin’ ya’ a lot, even when I tol’ ya’ that ya’ could take the week off, given it was jus’ mista’ O’Reilly who I was goin’ ‘gainst tonight…but seems like plans are changin’ once more. Turns out, we got ourselves a lil’ blast from the past who’s needin’ our help…so listen up, Andy. I ain’t askin’ ya’ to come back tonight from wherever ya’ are, but for future reference, if ya’ ever catch win’ o’ that big ol’ dude by the name o’ Bron Steiner? Do me a favor an’ try to take ‘em out…we’ve got ourselves a Buzzard who’s goin’ to need to pay up nice an’ well for us once ya’ manage to take care o’ that…how did he keep puttin’ it? That rabid dog problem?”
Lee would smirk to himself, taking a small pause.
Trevor Lee: ”Oh, an’ Andy? Do remember to text me that there number that I tol’ ya’ ‘bout last week…I think it’s ‘bout time that kid there gets the chance he truly deserves...”
After a few moments, Trevor Lee hangs up the call, looking to be all too satisfied with himself. After all, it was an excellent front to display towards Leyton, a truly award-winning performance for Lee, but being able to see his worst enemy practically groveling at his feet for help? That was something no amount of acting could take the enjoyment out of…
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.
“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.
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.
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.
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Hogan and Cody have a discussion on who is to start the match and the ever confident Television Champion elects to begin the match himself. Hogan trusts the hungry young lion and takes his spot on the outside but before Cody can turn around he's blindsided by an onrushing Finn Balor who knocks 'The American Nightmare' into the corner before he takes a free shot at Hogan. The referee quickly steps in to stop before Hogan can get between the ropes as Finn backs up hands in the air like he didn't do a damn thing. Cody gathers himself just as Finn comes rushing at him once again dropping him to the mat with a sickening dropkick to the chest. Knocking Cody back into the turnbuckle with such forces he comes tumbling forward to the mat in front of the corner as Hogan looks on immediately concerned for his tag team partner. Finn grabs Cody and takes him over to his corner with Jeff Jarrett. Finn quickly tags in 'The King of The Mountain', Finn holds Cody by the arm as he steps out of the ring giving Jarrett a few free shots in at the head of Rhodes. Jarrett then takes Cody to the centre of the ring and proceeds to drop Rhodes to the mat below with a big swinging Neckbreaker. Jarrett immediately grinds the forearm across the face and covers
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The resilient Rhodes gets the shoulder up and immediately sits up, trying to shake the cobwebs off. Jarrett the veteran immediately applies a Sleeperhold on the seated Rhodes who immediately begins reaching out towards the ropes. Cody staggers to his feet and reaches out now to his corner and to 'The Immortal' Hulk Hogan who has the crowd at fever pitch reaching out for the tag. Cody gets some elbows into the sternum and gut of Jarrett before he tries to escape but Jarrett pulls him back in with a big ol' glaygay Sleeperhold once again. This time he drops back down to the mat and mouths off at Cody that he ain't going anywhere.
Corey Graves: The genius of Jeff Jarrett on display once again - grounding the Television Champion and simulatnaeously removing Hulk Hogan from the equation.
Mauro Ranallo: Finn Balor got the jump on the competition and now Jarrett is like a hyena feasting on the spoils of another's hunt.
Corey Graves: It's called teamwork Mauro, you'd be applauding it if it were the other way round and you know it!
Cody yells out as Jarrett cranks the hold but Cody never gives up, Cody never quits and is now getting back to his feet and moving towards the ropes. Cody leans against the ropes for the ropebreak. Jarrett lets go very slowly - eager to create space between himself and Rhodes before he immediately goes to club Cody over the head but Cody blocks and fires back with a right hand of his own knocking Jarrett back with each blow until he's against the ropes. Cody goes to Irish Whip Jarrett across the ring but Jarrett reverses the momenum sending Cody across the ring but the Television Champion uses quick reflexes to jump up onto the middle rope and back towards Jarrett smashing him in the face with the Disaster Kick!. Jarrett falls to the mat holding his face as Cody fires up - the crowd firmly on his side. Cody has the cobwebs shaken off as he sees Jarrett getting himself back to his feet in the corner, Cody runs at him and steps up with a high knee before wrapping his arm around Jarrett's head, running forward and dropping ol' Slapnuts to the mat below with a Running Bulldog. Cody on his knees now does a big pantomine point to the corner and to 'Hollywood' himself, Hulk Hogan!. The crowd roar as Cody walks over and tags in 'The Hulkster'. The crowd chant 'HOGAN, HOGAN!' as Hogan comes in all fired up. Hogan approaches Jarrett in the corner but the wiley veteran immediately gets a thumb into the eye of Hogan and dips out, tagging in Finn Balor in the process. Hogan doesn't even get the chance to clear his vision before Balor gets himself into the ring and runs at Hogan before dropping him with a Slingblade. Balor covers.
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NO! Hogan powers out throwing Balor high into the air off of him. Hogan as quickly as he can gets onto one knee and looks Balor in the eye and gives him the big point!. Balor holds his hands up in protest but Hogan shakes his hand and says no but suddenly from the outside Jarrett tugs the boot of Hogan, distracting him and Finn Balor once again goes after Hogan with a chopblock dropping him down to one knee. Balor then holds Hogan by the head and repeatedly hits him with some snapping kicks to the head before hitting the ropes and dropping Hogan to his back with a dropkick to the head of the kneeled Hulkster. Finn covers once again.
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NO!, Cody breaks it up!. Finn angrily chastises Cody and the referee telling him to remove the frustrated Rhodes but as the referee's back is to the action Jarrett comes into the ring and he and Balor simply wail on the grounded Hogan beating him over the head with repeated stomps.
Tom Phillips: This isn't right, it's like a damn mugging here!
Corey Graves: Once again people - teamwork makes the dreamwork, am I right?
The referee turns back around just as Jarrett steps back outside and grabs the turnbuckle rope hands high in the air. He motions for the tag and Finn cordially obliges. Jarrett steps between the ropes and stands over the fallen Hogan, he proceeds to mount him and drop some big right hands into the bald temple of the fallen hero. Jarrett then steps to his feet and begins to strut around the ring throwing the Double J fingers high up into the air in front of Cody, inviting him into the ring. Cody goes to step in but the referee warns him not to and Jarrett walks away laughing but doesn't realise Hogan has gotten himself back to a semi-vertical base with the aid of the ring ropes. Jarrett immediately goes after him with a big double axe handle club to the back but it seems to wake Hogan up. Hogan's eyes catch those of Jarrett who at first reels back but catches himself and throws a big right hand into the head of 'The Hulkster' but it seems only to rile him up. Hogan begins to Hulk Up, the crowd are rumbling, Cody is edging them on as Hogan takes repeated strikes to the head before he stands up straight and blocks one of Jarrett's before firing back with one of his own!. Hogan smashes Jarrett over the head with the big right hands before he tosses him across the ring, when Jarrett comes back he is met by the Big Boot of Hogan. The crowd are ready for the Atomic Leg Drop but as Hogan runs off the ropes Finn Balor quickly runs around to the outside and once again trips Hogan. Hogan turns around and points at Balor on the outside just as Cody comes flying from out of nowhere with a big Crossbody to the outside. Hogan is clapping his hands and pumping his fists but fails to notice Jarrett is trying to leave the ring on the other side. Hogan goes after him but Jarrett is clutching at the ropes, the referee comes in between them and doesn't see Jarrett once again going after the eyes of Hogan raking them over the referee who is hunched between them. Hogan reels back and Jarrett immediately goes after him and gets Hogan in position for The Stroke which he hits!. Hogan is out, the match must be over
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NO! Cody Rhodes makes the save like a man possessed once again flying into the scene from out of nowhere to break up the pin. The referee tells him to get out of the ring as does Jarrett.
Mauro Ranallo: Hulk Hogan was surely out but in comes Cody to save the day!
Corey Graves: Oh it's suddenly saving the day and no longer skullduggery?!
Jarrett mouths off at Cody telling him to take a hike out of the ring - he tells the referee to disqualify him but the referee isn't listening to any of Jarrett's scheming. Jarrett goes back to work on the fallen Hogan and he has a wry smile on his face as he cups his ear. The crowd are booing throughout the arena creating a dull drone that fills the rafters. Jarrett goes to all four sides before he does the big poses. Jarrett then points to the fallen Hogan and signals it's time for the Atomic Leg Drop. Jarrett hits the ropes, he bounces over Hogan, hits the other ropes before he goes for the big Leg Drop but Hogan suddenly rolls out of the way!. Jarrett lands straight on his ass, the shock reverberating right up his tailbone as he clutches at his rear-end to the delight of the crowd. The crowd are chanting now for 'CODY!,CODY!' as Hogan begins to make moves towards the corner. Hogan inches closer and closer before he finally reaches out and makes the big tag but on the other side Jarrett too his inched his way forward on his behind and made the tag to Balor who has shaken off the cobwebs of Cody's aerial assault from earlier. Both men come in full of steam but it's Cody who knocks down Balor before proceeding to knock Jarrett off the ring apron as he faced outwards to the crowd knocking Jarrett flying off into the barricade. Cody is all fired up as he waits for Balor to come towards him and ducks his right hands lifting him up with a back drop before dropping him down onto his knee with the Atomic Drop!, Cody then falls onto his back and smashes the big throat thrust into Balor knocking him down to the mat before springing back to his feet!
Tom Phillips: Look at Cody, I think all Finn Balor and Jeff Jarrett have done is piss him off!
Corey Graves: That literally goes against everything Jeff Jarrett stands for Tom and you know it!
Finn Balor uses the ropes to get back to his feet but Cody is right behind him and lifts him by his feet before dropping the big kick into the mid-section. Balor stumbles around holding his gut as Cody raises him high into the air before dropping him with the big Alabama Slam!. Balor is down in front of the corner and Cody signals he's going up top. Cody quickly ascends to the top rope and is looking for the Moonsault. Cody gracefully launches himself into the air but Finn manages to get the knees up and takes the wind right out of Cody's sails!. Balor quickly makes the small package cover
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Cody kicks out. Cody now winded clutches at his mid-section as Balor now gets back to his feet. Balor immediately kicks the gut of Cody who is on all fours, the kick actually forcing Cody onto his feet as he still clutches at his mid-section. Balor sees the weak spot now and immediately locks in an Abdominal Stretch. He stretches Cody out as he digs his palm into the ribs of Cody who yells in pain but to no avail. Cody reaches out to Hogan who is reaching out looking for the tag but it's no use Balor applies yet more pressure and when the referee isn't looking he holds the ropes for leverage. This catches the ire of Hogan who tries to step in but once again the referee stops him and allows Finn to really use the ropes for even more sustained pressure. Until Jimmy Hart of all people reaches up and knocks Balor's hand off the ropes. Balor falls forward over Rhodes and is met with a glare from Balor that would turn a man to stone. But it's Jeff Jarrett on the outside that takes chagrin most with Hart grabbing him by his signature flashy jacket. Hogan steps down to move to the aid of Hart but Jarrett bails on it back to his corner. Balor moves back into the corner looking down at Hart and the fallen Rhodes in the ring, Finn looks at Jarrett with a wry smile on his face as he hits the ropes and dives out over the top rope onto Jimmy Hart and Hogan with the Somersault Senton on top of both men but little seen was the slap on the back Jarrett made as he steps into the ring looking to get the jump on Rhodes who is getting back to his feet. Jarrett goes to grab Rhodes but Rhodes quickly reverses and gets Jarrett in position for the Crossrhodes! The referee is still trying to rectify the situation on the outside - as such Jarrett takes full advantage grabbing a handful of Cody's family jewels dropping the Television Champion to his knees before he spins behind, locks the arms behind his back and drops him to the mat with The Stroke!. Jarrett yells at the referee to turn around as Finn gets himself back into the ring hands raised knowing victory is near.
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WINNERS: JEFF JARRETT AND FINN BALOR!
The winner happily raise their arms up in celebrating. Hogan grabs Cody and pulls him out of the ring and helps him to his feet. Together the two look at the duo celebrating and give them the world's biggest side eye, but Jarrett and Balor continue to celebrate as the show moves on.
We're taken to a shot of commentary where the team is standing by.
Tom Phillips: "Just moments ago, while you were watching the action in the ring, Bron Steiner was involved in an altercation backstage."
Corey Graves: "Did he finally catch Leyton Buzzard? Because I don't like the kid's chances if he did!"
Mauro Ranallo: "Well, let's take a look."
A quick flash of the Revolution logo as we move to the parking lot where Bron Steiner is preparing to leave after an unsuccessful night trying to track down the Bristol-born Bastard, Leyton Buzzard. He's headed for his car when he spots him, finally.
Bron Steiner: Hey, I've been looking for you, you piece of crap!
The man looks back and instantly starts running as he sees Steiner charging him. Steiner calls for help from a random guy about to get into his car.
Steiner: "Hey, stop that guy! He took an old woman's purse!"
The guy gets the memo too late. He reaches to grab Buzzard, but Buzzard slips his grip and dives into his own car, then peels out of the lot, Steiner chasing him for several steps as the car drives off.
Graves: "I don't believe it, the kid got away. Hah!"
Steiner growls, then rampages over to the random guy, who by now has opened his car door and is about to climb in. Steiner grabs him by the back of the head and bounces his skull with a sick thud off the doorframe, then snatches his keys with one hand while throwing him brutally into the wall! The man writhes on the ground as Steiner gets in his car and peels out after Buzzard. Medical and security personnel rush out to tend the wounded bystander.
Ranallo: "Well, that's definitely one way to get yourself fined or sued."
Phillips: "That poor man... I hope he's all right!"
As the camera pans out of the parking lot, Leyton Buzzard is seen sneaking out from behind some equipment.
Phillips: "Wait a minute! That's Leyton Buzzard! So, who did Steiner just chase?!?"
Graves: "I don't know, but one thing's clear – I think the kid lives to fight another night!"
The show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. LA Knight is shown walking backstage, minding his own business, when OUTTA NOWHERE he is confronted by the step-siblings' O'Reilly.
KO'R: HEY DICKLESS.
Kyle steps all up in the guy's face, and brother, the Diabetic Dragon does not look happy. He's got the Hollywood Championship wrapped around his waist and the Prime Time Medal dangling by the neck ribbon in his hand. Holding it between him and Knight, buddy makes a fuss about it while Bayley stands next to him with her arms cross meanly..
KO'R: Did you actually have the effing audacity to call this trash last week? This?!? The Prime Time Medal? The Pizz Tizz Mizzle?!?! You stupid baby. You don't even know what trash is. Shoot, I'll tell you what trash is. How about we start with your haircut, eh? Maybe somebody should shave it off and throw that in the garbage instead cause its dumb and it sucks.
The "Good Guy" nods and affirms.
Bayley: Yeah it does.
The Human Swiss Army Knife doubles down.
KO'R: Yeah. It does.
Still clenching said Medal by the ribbon in a now closed and fully-loaded fist, he continues.
KO'R: So maybe next time you think about running your mouth you also think about how bad you don't want spend six-to-eight hours under anesthesia getting dental surgery to fix all the teeth I'll kick out of your gums if you don't smarten up.
Knight stares at the brother-sister combination with a look of confusion. O'Reilly is showing off his Prime Time Medal off with pride. Knight shakes off the confusion and responds.
LA Knight: Let Me Talk To "Ya.
LA Knight: First things first, don't 'ya ever run down on L...A...Knight like that again. 'Ya lucky I didn't drop 'ya where 'ya stand. And secondly, what 'ya mad about? Cause L...A....Knight insulted 'ya little trinket? Come on O'Reilly, it looks like somethin' I'd find at the bottom of a cereal box. That damn thing is more worthless than that paper Championship 'ya got around 'ya waist. But it's fitting that 'ya got the Paperweight Championship and the grand prize in a Crackerjack box because just like these two toys, 'ya worthless Kyle O'Reilly.
The Diabetic Dragon isn't one for disrespect so LA Knight better choose his next words carefully. O'Reilly has already balled his hand up into a fist; he's just waiting for the right opportunity.
LA Knight: Hell, the only worthwhile thing that 'ya have ever done is bring her to work with 'ya.
Knight turns his attention to Bayley, who looks at him with disgust,
LA Knight: Hey, sweet cheeks, tell the truth. 'Ya felt a tingle go through 'ya body when I eliminated 'ya no good brother from the Royal Rumble, didn't 'ya? It's okay to admit. But I recommend that 'ya tell the Diabetic Douchebag here that if he gets in L....A....Knight's face again, he won't have that fake Championship. He won't have that rinky dink medal. And when it's all said and done, his sister will be going home with UWF's one and only "Million Dollar Megastar". And that's not an insult, THAT's just a fact of life. YEAH!
Knight saunters off as Bayley holds her brother back. O'Reilly is fuming and I truly think he will kick Knight's teeth down his throat the first chance he gets. Revolution rolls on,
We go backstage where Grado is standing outside the C.U.N.T. Cave - signified by a large banner placed over the door to a store cupboard.
Grado: Listen - I know he hates dain' these backstage bits but tonight's the first night we've been together since the Rumble and he's in a good mood so come wi' me and we'll get some promo time out the auld grumpy bastard, come on in -
Grado opens the door to reveal Shark Boy who is pacing back and forth, hyping himself up before his match tonight with the up and comign Leyton Buzzard.
Grado: Sharky, mi amigo, my best mate - do you fancy dain' a wee promo for our man here?
Shark Boy: Grado you sorry son of a fish, I told ya before it ain't much of a damn secret hide-out if you start invitin' everybody in - now everybody know's where we're hangin' out, we'll never get peace to finish our game of Jaws Monopoly later and I just put the damn beers in the cooler.
Grado: Aw man, I'm sorry - we can still finish it after yer match, I'm sure nobody will come and pester us.
Shark Boy: Maybe not - but you need to realise that I've got the biggest target on my back since I took this here title and everybody is out to get ol' Shark Boy whether that's Leyton Buzzard tonight or that Harlan hunk o' shrimp Trevor Lee at Wrestlemania... and I guess we're doin' a promo now... so listen up.
Shark Boy turns to face the camera as Grado mean mugs.
Tonight I'm goin' one on one with Leyton Buzzard. A guy that's been flyin' under the radar for some time - a guy that's been puttin' on stellar matches but not quite gettin' it done when it comes to the wins and losses. So you're damn sure he's gon' see tonight as his big opportunity, his big break out moment at ol' Shark Boy's expense and I ain't about to let that happen EH-EH. See it's Wrestlemania season, the pleasantries last week between myself and Mister Trevor Lee are over - I've had my full of champagne. Right about now I'm fixin' to start layin' down some markers and the first is comin' at your expense. I'm sure you've got a big future, I'm sure you'll be a World Champion some day but it took me ten damn years to get to the top of this here company and I ain't lookin' to take a step back anytime soon, matter of fact the only direction this shark is gon' be movin' headin' towards Wrestlemania is forward.
Grado: Well Shark's canny actually go backwards, I seen this thing on National Geographic and...
Shark Boy glares at Grado who immediately looks anywhere but at Shark Boy.
Shark Boy: It's Wrestlemania season, which means it's high huntin' season and I've got a target on my back and I know that sorry bastard Trevor Lee is just gettin' me right in his crosshairs and at any moment all the pretence, all the champagne sippin' n' canape eatin' - it's out the window and that maniac's mask is gon' slip. So I gotta be extra vigilant, I've gotta make sure I stay on my toes and if that means whippin' Leyton Buzzard's bass in record time then so bet it, I don't get paid by the hour. Fact of the matter is this - Shark Boy's fixin' to raise some shell tonight, open up a can of bass whip and get on that momentum ride right into Wrestlemania where I will walk out still the UWF Champion. Tonight?, tonight's the first stop on the track and this Shark-train right here is goin' right through your bass Leyton Buzzard, you sorry son of a fish - now promo time's over, storytime with ol Shark Boy is over and now I'm gon' go whip me some Leyton Buzzard bass, and that's the fishin' liiiine - COS SHARK BOY SAID SO... now Grado, you watch the Cave and you damn sure better keep me some beers for when I get back...
Shark Boy storms off and heads seemingly towards the ring....
As the camera focuses on Buzzard, we see him walking down the aisle towards the ring with a sense of purpose. He keeps his head down and appears to be in a state of complete focus on the task at hand. With the truly not enjoying Buzzard's appearance the crowd unleashing hell upon Buzzard booing his mere existence into oblivion, Buzzard closes his eyes as tightly as possible, trying to block out the negative energy.
Despite his efforts, the noise of the crowd is still audible as he slowly makes his way to the center of the ring. With a deep breath - Chimel: "On his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom, HE IS A NEW CLASS OF WRESTLER...." Buzzard moves his hands to the back of his head, covering his ears to try and avoid the raucous atmosphere of the arena.
"Leyton Buzzard."
With a quick roll, Buzzard slides under the ropes and climbs into the ring, quickly placing his body between the top and middle ropes as he waves his hands at the crowd in an attempt to silence them. However, as he realizes that his efforts are futile, Buzzard takes a moment to gather his thoughts.
The camera focuses in on Buzzard as he throws himself into the corner of the ring, kneeling and sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. With a look of determination, he awaits his destiny, mentally preparing himself for what is to come. The crowd continues to boo and jeer, but Buzzard remains focused on the task at hand.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The raw guitar driven sound of Accept's 'Fast as a Shark' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to go wild. Shark Boy marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off at anyone and everyone, he has the UWF Championship belt firmly in his grasp as he does so. Shark Boy wastes no time storming down to ringside his eyes fixed on the task in hand his head bobbing side to side as he jaw jacks on his way to ringside as waves of fans reach out to their favourite masked man.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the UWF Champion....SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air, the belt also flung high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.
VS 
DING DING DING
The UWF Champion walks to the center of the ring while Buzzard starts circling Shark Boy, ironically, like a shark. The fans in the front row are shouting at Buzzard who seems to be getting ticked off by this. He uses that anger to rush out at ol' Sharky but Shark Boy side steps him and sticks his foot out causing Buzzard to trip and land on his face. The crowd laughs, as does Shark Boy and Buzzard stays down with a scowl on his face. He picks himself up and goes for a collar and elbow tie up with the champ but Shark Boy easily transitions into a Headlock and gives Buzzard a noogie before releasing him. The aquatic sea fiend laughs but Buzzard this time just slaps him across the face.
Mauro Ranallo: Uh oh, Buzzard may have just made a big mistake.
Corey Graves: This guy dresses as a shark and imitates another wrestler. I wouldn't be too fussed.
Tom Phillips: How can you say that knowing Shark Boy's legacy here in UWF?
Corey Graves: Easily, look at him.
Despite his physical appearance, Shark Boy shows off that he can brawl with the best of them as he starts hammering away at Buzzard and manages to knock him back into the corner. From there he climbs to the middle rope and starts raining down punches to the top of the dome. The crowd is counting along with him but instead of a 10th final punch, he bends down and gives him a big ol' bite to the head! Leyton however grabs Shark Boy's head and pull him down to get his head stuck underneath the top turnbuckle and gives him a Superkick! Shark Boy falls to the mat and Buzzard goes for the jackknife pin, placing his feet on the ropes!
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Shark Boy kicks out anyways! Buzzard yells at the ref to count faster while Shark Boy rolls away to the outside. The Bristol Born Bastard climbs the top rope and gets into position. Shark Boy turns to face him and Buzzard comes flying off with a Moonsault to the outside! Unfortunately for him, there was no water in the pool and he splats right onto the floor! Shark Boy avoided the Moonsault and is resting against the announce table. He comes over and picks up Buzzard and throws him into the barricade. From there he proceeds to stomp a mudhole in him and then walks it dry. Fans in the front row are taunting the self proclaimed Uncrowned Television Champion and all he can do is take it. The UWF Champion picks him up but Buzzard gives him a thumb to the eye! He follows that up by throwing him into the steel ring post!
Mauro Ranallo: Buzzard may not be the strongest, fastest or even most technically sound wrestler but he's tenacious and will do whatever it takes to win.
Corey Graves: Ideally I should be rooting for him, and I do over Shark Boy but there's just something about him that makes me hate him.
Buzzard sees a kid in the front row with a Shark Boy mask and he just straight up rips it off his head and rips it in two. The boy starts to cry and his dad yells at Buzzard but Leyton just flips him off. He walks over to Shark Boy and throws him back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and ascends to the top rope. The UWF Champion is getting to his feet and doesn't realize that Buzzard is lying in wait just like...well...a buzzard. He turns around and Leyton lands on him with a Meteroa, driving his head into the mat! He makes the pin!
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Shark Boy kicks out! Buzzard picks him up and positions himself behind him. He leans over to put him in a pumphandle position but Shark Boy fights him off with some elbows to the side of the head to free himself. Buzzard walks away to the corner looking a bit dazed. Shark Boy runs over and gives him a Running Headbutt to the gut! Buzzard comes out of the corner holding his gut and falls to a knee. Shark Boy grabs his head and spins around, launching off the turnbuckles for a Tornado DDT! He goes for the pin.
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Buzzard kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Shark Boy is starting to realize that he may have to take this match a bit more seriously.
Tom Phillips: Buzzard is a sniveling little weasel, but that's a tactic that has crowned quite a few World Champions in the past.
Corey Graves: Shut your mouth Phillips. He gets enough of it from these fans in attendance, we don't need your bias commentary.
Tom Phillips: My bias!?
Shark Boy grabs Buzzard by his hair and pulls him up to a vertical base. He gives him a stiff punch that rocks Buzzard but the Bristol Bastard retaliates with a with a Jumping Enzuigiri, kicking Sharky in the side of the head! The UWF Champion stumbles over to the corner where Leyton runs over to deliver a Handspring Back Elbow. With Shark Boy looking out of it, Buzzard lifts him up to seat him on the top rope. He goes up there with him and starts punching but it's as if the punches seem to just awake Shark Boy's fight response. He comes back with punches of his own and yet another bite to the forehead! Buzzard flails around and falls to the mat below. Shark Boy seems to realize where he's at and comes down with a Pointed Elbow Drop to Leyton! He goes for the cover!
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Buzzard kicks out! Shark Boy picks him up and whips him into the corner where he executes a Running Clothesline. He keeps Buzzard in place and goes to the top rope. He reaches over and grabs Buzzard's head, looking for the Dead Sea Drop but Buzzard suddenly pulls him forward and kicks his knee up to knee him right on the top of the head. Sharky is stunned and Buzzard pushes him back up and climbs to the top rope to hit a Top Rope Hurrincanrana! Leyton follows that up with a Running Senton. Shark Boy does his best to roll out of the ring right away to avoid being pinned.
Tom Phillips: The wherewithal of the champ is really something to behold.
Corey Graves: Behold? He's running away!
Mauro Ranallo: I think one thing's for certain, Leyton Buzzard has shocked the UWF Champion and by the looks of it, this whole arena. He could be closing in on the biggest win of his career.
Buzzard gets to his feet and doesn't waste any time. He runs over to the ropes and shoots out with a Suicide Dive! Unfortunately, Shark Boy side steps him and guides him head first into the announce table! Shark Boy picks him up right away and throws him back into the ring. Buzzard is trying to get back but he's a bit dazed and falls to all fours. The UWF Champion comes up to him and pulls him in for the Texas Piledriver! Buzzard flops to the side and Shark Boy is about to make the pin when suddenly the Titantron lights up to show the outside of the C.U.N.T Cave. A figure all in black stands outside the door and opens it to reveal Grado who is watching the match on the monitor, slurping back on a bottle of Scotland's finest tonic wine Buckfast. Grado seems confused before he turns around just as whoever has opened the door flicks the light off and leaves the room in pitch black. There's a bunch of smashing noises, the sound of breaking glass. The camera cuts back to Shark Boy who is head in hands looking up at the titantron. We cut back to the titantron and we can hear the noises of Grado being smashed around before his struggling finally stops. There's a hush around the arena as the door opens, the room still pitch black as the camera is knocked to the floor to obscure the image of whoever entered the room - the camera still however, picks up the limp legs of Grado as he is dragged off elsewhere, a small trail of blood following behind as the feed finally cuts off.
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell was that?
Corey Graves: Looks like the sidekick got what he deserved.
Tom Phillips: How can you say that Corey?
Mauro Ranallo: And gentlemen, there's still a match going on.
Shark Boy goes to exit the ring to presumably check on Grado but Buzzard comes up behind him with the classic roll up!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner Leyton Buzzard!
Shark Boy doesn't even bother arguing, he leaves the ring immediately and runs off to go help his friend. Buzzard meanwhile is celebrating like he just won the Super Bowl. The crowd is raining down hate on him but even they can't spoil this moment for him as he continues to celebrate as the show moves on.
It was shit, what else could he say. The year of the mad king, had been one that was only two short months in, but already it had more ups and downs, than the last two years of his career here, that he had finally tasted gold after a long and hard quest to claim it for himself and then .. this. Defeat in the main event, with a thousand reasons that it had happened, but the main one was simple, he lost. That was it, no matter what was said or done now, it remained that he had fallen and that little shit had pushed through, the only saving grace was this, he still had the title upon his shoulders, he still had that gold, which meant there was still reason within himself. To fight even harder than before.
“Last week was a painful reminder that a career that has gone over twenty years, is still one were you can have the rug pulled right out from under your feet and you can be taken back, taken by surprise and that is what had happened to me. MJF is not better than me. The prove is right here. Right before your fucking eyes. I am still the champion. I still hold the gold, and as long as I do, that means that yes, I might have lost, but in the long plan of things, I am still better than MJF. One little victory over me, does not change shit. He is and always will be nothing within my eyes, a hundred wins over me and others will not change that fact, that this is not yet his time, his moment. He has another ten years of hard work ahead of him, the same as me and others, to get to were he wants to be, that is not going to happen, because I am still standing. The mistake as I warned him and everyone else as well, that if you knock me down, defeat me, then just fucking kill me and get it over and done with, because your gonna make yourself one pissed of enemy out of me, to which he has done. Add him to the never ending list, of people I fucking hate here, I will make it easy for you as well, the entire company, is on my shit list. I don’t like anyone here, they don’t like me. Friends, only hold you back, they get in the way, I would rather have a thousand enemies, than a thousand friends. It is like I said MJF, enjoy it, the victory, enjoy it all, because we both know it changes nothing. This is still the year of the mad king, that is not something that has changed, that will change, it is still fact in my eyes, you and everyone else, will not stop what I have planned, to go right to the top. Right to the top to take another title for myself, because I have got a taste for things like this now. I just need to clean up old shit first, so MJF, enjoy these weeks here, because we will be seeing one another, really, really soon. That brings me from new shit, to old shit in the form of Danhausen. Who for some odd reason, somehow, some way. Call it sick black magic shit, has managed to get himself a title rematch against me, was one beating not enough for him, does he really wanna go into the ring with me again? Does he really want to be slapped right back down into the mat, just a little bit harder this time to ensure he does not get back up so quickly as before, so be it. Danhausen, you think you have done anything and everything to earn another crack at me, I don’t think so. Defeating you, was all too easy. That is the truth, fighting MJF was a challenge, fighting you Danhausen, was a walk in the park and nothing more, but if you think that you deserve another crack, I am not a man that likes to wait, if you want to stab me in the back, have some balls, do it to my front, like a man and not a little demon. You wanna fight, you name the time, the place, I’ll bring myself, the title and we can put this to bed once and for all, and I will once again just remind you the hard way, you were never good enough to be a champion in the first place.”
As he would look down at the title he had defeated the very same Danhausen for, a few short weeks ago, his hand raised up, and a hard strike against the gold for the moment. MJF was within the past now, but he was not all that done with that shit, Danhausen was in the future, he did not like having to wait for fights, if Danhausen wanted another crack at him, he could call him out, name a date for a match, he would put the title up on the line and he would put Danhausen, back into the ground, were a demon like him belongs.
The titantron would cut to Kayla Braxton running down the hallway towards Ciampa and DDP who seem to be heading out for the night, having sorted any business they need to with EC3, Kayla would spot the duo and stop to sort herself out before shouting after them.
Kayla Braxton: CIAMPA, DDP, COULD I HAVE A WORD
The pair would stop and turn round to look at Kayla who would just manage to not run into them.
Kayla Braxton: Thank you, you know you two are surprisingly difficult to track down.
Taking a second Kayla would get the two a mic each and then begin to talk.
Kayla Braxton: UWF Universe, Kayla Braxton here with Ciampa and DDP. Ciampa I just wanted to speak to you about what Sami Zayn said about you earlier tonight and his actions as of late.
Looking at DDP, Ciampa would smirk.
Ciampa: What do I think of Sami Zayn and what he said, thats an interesting question but its going to be the same answer as whenever ask’s me about that ginger troll: absolutely nothing. I get what Sami is trying to do, he’s trying to take out every legit contender to the UWF Championship so EC3 has no choice but to hand him an opportunity because thats what Sami wants, he wants things handed to him. He’s not interested in actually earning opportunities, he wants people to stand aside and just give it to him.
Kayla would nod at Ciampa’s answer.
Ciampa: Sami says he wants to bring legitimacy to this company. why doesn’t he start with himself and drop that dumbass tag belt that was deactivated two years ago and stop calling himself a forever champion. By that logic any of the fans out there that bought a belt off the UWF shop are Forever Champions because trust me their belts are as legitimate as Sami’s.
DDP would step in
DDP: Kayla what Ciampa is saying is this basically: Sami Zayn is a weasel and in this business weasels get stamped out. Look at what he’s doing with that Osperay kid, claiming he wants to take him under his wing but we all know Sami is just trying take away another threat but he couldn’t last five minutes with Osperay, just like he couldn’t last five minutes with Ciampa one on one. The reason that the contender match went longer than 30 seconds is because Eddie Kingston was there.
DDP would lower his mic and nod at Ciampa.
Kayla Braxton: Before I let you two go, Ciampa do you have any final words to say to Sami.
Ciampa would look into the camera.
Ciampa: Yeah I got a few, Sami you claim to be the best in the company, then why aren’t you UWF Champion right now. You claim to be the biggest threat to that title, when was the last time you had a damn title shot. You claim to be the pinnacle of this company but you need to attach guys like Edge to stay relevant. You claim to be a lot of things but what you really are is a rat, scurrying about and trying to nuzzle up to your betters. You think you can beat me one on one well, lets see it.
With that Ciampa and DDP would walk off as Kayla watches them go and the titantron cuts to black.
With a few seconds of crowd noise filling in the arena, a rather familiar voice suddenly cuts through the silence, a stinger blaring out of the arena speakers, with just three words to say...
"TOOOOOOOOOO THE MOOOOOOOOOON~!!!"
As soon as the southern alt. rock staple begins playing throughout the arena, there is no excitement, no jubilation, no thunderation being given the way of the Mayor of Harlan, Kentucky. There is only scorn and disdain thrown at the feet of Mister Trevor Lee, but as he has made abundantly clear over these past few months, the man could have less of a care. After all, with what has been accomplished in his career, and with what is to come? Why shouldn't Trevor Lee be all smiles he has a ticket to Wrestlemania...
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring from his Mayoral residence in Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the longest-reigning UWF Television Champion of all time, and is the winner of the 2023 Royal Rumble match...'Mister' Trevor Lee!
As Lee makes his way down the ramp, stepping in time with his theme song, the mayor of Harlan has that sinister, serpent's smirk put on full display as he looks out around at the gathered crowd. While he may no longer hold onto the Harlan Gold that he had staked claim to for so long, he still remains etched in the record books, and Lee knows it. Jaunting down to the ring, Trevor seems all too keen on making sure people do not forget that HE and HE ALONE is the longest-reigning UWF Television Champion of all time.
Once at ringside, Lee opts to take the long road, striding to the hardcam side with that damned devilish grin on his face. Hopping up knees-first onto the ring apron, mister Trevor Lee once again stops to look out to the crowd, basking in what is soon to be yet another noteworthy moment in his young yet accomplished career in the UWF. Finding his footing, Lee would point two fingers up to the sky, his eyes closed and a beaming smirk on his face, as he calls out how he's bringing both his in-ring and political game "TO THE MOON!"
With Trevor FINALLY in the ring to now await the diabetic dragon, Kyle O'Reilly...
A lone synthetetic violin whispers through the air like a pterodactyl screech. Soon, a breakbeat ripples beneath. Strobe lights illuminate the entrance way. When the riff kicks in, it heralds the arrival of the Diabetic Dragon. Kyle O'Reilly storms out on to the ramp, fists and jaw clenched, looking like the quiet kid on a bad day while his step-sister Bayley follows close behind. He does some shadow boxing at the head of the ramp while Tony announces his stats.
Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... the Prime Time Medalist and Hollywood Champion, Kyle O'Reilly!
Our beloved Canuck's neck is adorned with the PTM and he's got the Tinsel Town strap slung over his shoulder. His pace is in lock-step with the groove en route to the squared circle. The fans in the arena born on the good side of 9/11 know the words and can't help but sing along when the chorus drops. Feeding off that energy, Kyle is spiritually compelled to shred his title belt like a guitar as he steps through the ropes to compete. He rocks the heck out with the UWF Universe before getting ready to friggin fight. Bayley, meanwhile, lurks and lingers on the fringe of the squared circle, ready to fight dirty if it comes to that.
VS 
The two men stare daggers into one another as they await the formalities to get out the way. Both men want to keep their momentum rolling...
DING DING DING
Lee doesn't even have a moment to take in the bell going as O'Reilly is on top of the mayor with lightning quick kicks to the hamstrings and calfs alternating each side. Kyle finally grabs the arm of Lee before throwing him towards the opposite ropes, On the rebound Lee is thrown as Kyle throws the former Television Champ with a picture perfect arm drag. As Lee gets to his feet he doesn't get a moment to see a knee planted right into his gut sending him stepping backwards, Kyle has Lee on the ropes figuratively and literally...
Mauro Ranallo: "Lee doesn't like when people start of quickly against him, Lee prefers to be the one in control but for the moment pace is being dictated by Mr O'Reilly..."
Tom Phillips: "Their last match ended with Lee cheating to get the win hopefully we get a clear winner this time..."
Corey Graves: "It's not cheating it's good game plan, Tom!"
Kyle pushes Lee into the ropes before using his arm to whip the mayor of harlam across the ring, As Lee rebounds Kyle takes a deep breath and charges forward, launching himself at his opponent with a powerful clothesline that sends Trevor Lee flying as if he is in his own washing machine...
Mauro Ranallo: "Turning Lee inside out like a T-shirt with a ketchup stain!"
Lee crashes to the mat, dazed and confused, as O'Reilly quickly climbs to the top rope. He knows that this is his chance to take keep the pace of the match in his favor, and he's not going to waste it. With a burst of energy, he leaps off the turnbuckle, driving his knee into Lee's chest with a devastating flying knee drop...
Tom Phillips: "Kyle going high early on, He is cooking with gas!"
Corey Graves: "Lee is playing the long game allowing Kyle to make a mistake the former Television Champion understands this game better than anyone else..."
Kyle rolls off from the knee drop, getting to his feet with quickly as he begins to grab the arm of Lee and tries to lock in an armbar submission. But Lee is manages to escape. Kyle is frustrated as Lee backs up into the corner, As Kyle approaches Lee in the corner a chop right into the throat leaves him unable to gather air in his lungs temporarily, Lee realizing the momentary opening...
Tom Phillips: "Right in the throat cutting O'Reilly right off..."
Suddenly, Lee charges at him with a spine buster that shakes the ring. Kyle falls to the mat, gasping for air. He can feel the pain radiating through his body. The diabetic dragon is in dire straits unable to breath as Lee finally feels prepared to bring the fight to O'Reilly as he stands back for a brief moment. Lee moves towards O'Reilly, with a swift motion, he hoists Kyle up onto his shoulders, ready to unleash a move from the firemans carry position...
Tom Phillips: "Lee has got O'Reilly on his shoulder looking for something!, No!"
But before Lee can finish his maneuver, O'Reilly wriggles free, his years of experience and training serving him well in this critical moment. In a flash, he slips behind Lee, grabbing him in a chokehold and squeezing with all his might...
Tom Phillips: "O'Reilly able to get behind Lee now he is trying to remove all the air from Lee and put him to sleep..."
Mauro Ranallo: "Lee better think quickly he is fading..."
Lee struggles and flails, his strength slowly ebbing away. But even as he weakens, his resolve remains unbroken. With a final burst of energy, he manages to break free from O'Reilly's grasp, sending him tumbling to the mat. Lee taken back by the fight that's still left in Kyle...
Tom Phillips: "Lee getting free now both men are staring eachother down"
Both men are now on their feet, glaring at each other with fierce determination. The tension in the air is palpable, as they circle each other warily. O'Reilly feints to the left, then to the right, testing Lee's reactions. Lee doesn't fall for the trick, standing his ground with a fierce look in his eyes...
Tom Phillips: "Lee isn't taking the bait"
Corey Graves: "I mean he ain't stupid Tom"
Suddenly, O'Reilly darts forward, aiming a lightning-fast kick at Lee's head. Lee blocks the blow with a well-timed forearm, then retaliates with a powerful punch that lands squarely on O'Reilly's jaw, The Diabetic Dragon staggers backwards, his head spinning from the impact of Lee's punch. But he doesn't go down. Instead, he charges forward once more, using his superior speed and agility to keep Lee on the defensive...
Tom Phillips: "Takes more to put Kyle down he is going to try..."
O'Reilly charges at Lee, going for a clothesline. But Lee ducks under it and responds with a clothesline of his own, sending O'Reilly crashing to the mat as Kyle pops back up to his feet he stumbles as Lee lifts the man off his feet and swings him backwards before planting Kyle into his knee, as he kneels to stick the knee right into the top of O'Reillys spine...
Mauro Ranallo: "HARLAN CURSE!"
Corey Graves: "Harlan Curse putting the pain down on O'Reilly..."
Lee hooks both legs of O'Reilly as the ref gets in position to count the pinfall...
One...
Two...
No, Kyle powers out at two!
Tom Phillips: "Not enough!"
Kyle is reeling as Lee's frustration builds, Kyle is hoisted to his feet by Lee by his ears, Lee grabs the waist before lifting Kyle up and over, bridging into a beautiful suplex as he holds the bridge as the referee slides for another cover...
Tom Phillips: "Beautiful Suplex by Lee..."
One...
Two...
HOW? Kyle kicks out again at two!
Corey Graves: "Surely that was a slow count..."
Kyle is seeing stars as Lee stands to his feet as he runs to the rope as O'Reilly slowly begins to get up using his hands and knees, The Cave-in is on its way but Kyle moves out of the way last moment, He stands to his feet he throws up a huge kick that barely connects with Lee but it's enough to get him onto his knees for a moment, Kyle falls to his hands and knees things look bad for Kyle. He appears to be whiter than usual no idea how thats possible but he goes to stand again before falling into the turnbuckles as his step-sister gets closer to examine the issue...
Corey Graves: "What's Bayley doing cheating on Kyle's behalf?"
Tom Phillips: "Bayley checking in on Kyle who looks worse than usual he seems to have lost his energy..."
Bayley realizing how low energy Kyle is grabs a glucose monitor to check Kyle's Blood Sugar levels, They must be low as Bayley pulls out a granola bar and hands it to Kyle who looks white as a ghost, his blood sugar has dropped dangerously low. Kyle quickly takes a bite to quickly regain his strength. Lee, realizing he has an opportunity, rushes back into the ring and starts stomping on O'Reilly. But Kyle is fueled by his quick snack and manages to kick Lee in the gut, causing him to stumble back.
Corey Graves: "THAT'S A FOREIGN OBJECT, REF!"
Kyle takes advantage of Lee's weakened state and hits a series of kicks, finishing it off with a devastating Roundhouse kick to the head. Lee stumbles back before Kyle is on the ropes using them as a trampoline to springboard towards Lee, He grabs the head of Lee before bringing him down to the canvas spiking Lees face off his knees...
Tom Phillips: "Game Shark!"
Corey Graves: "Kyle using some cheat code..."
Lee falls into the turnbuckle luckily not falling into the canvas as Kyle quickly gets to his feet before running full speed at the corner, Kyle jumps and goes for a cannon ball of sorts but his his boot as a lethal weapon that bounces right off the top of Lees head that sends him crumbling to the canvas, Kyle gets to his feet full of energy from his mid match granola bar...
Mauro Ranallo: "Stark difference from mere moments ago, Kyle has a new lease on this match with this new found energy..."
O'Reilly, now with renewed energy, charges towards Lee, delivering a knee strike to the face of the mayor as he was just getting up. Lee is stunned as O'Reilly grabs his arm and locks him in an armbar submission. Lee writhes in pain, trying to find a way out. But O'Reilly is relentless, using his skills to keep Lee locked in the submission...
Tom Phillips: "Vanilla Bar he beat Batista with this move ending their blood feud, Lee needs to find away out..."
Just as it seems like Lee is about to tap out, he manages to get a foot on the rope, forcing the ref to break the hold. O'Reilly stands up, ready to continue the fight,Kyle O'Reilly takes a moment to catch his breath before going for the kill. He climbs up to the top rope and leaps off with a flying knee drop, aiming for Lee's chest. Lee sees him coming and moves at the last second, causing Kyle to crash hard into the mat. Lee quickly capitalizes on the opportunity and pulls Kyle up, in between his legs he lifts him up before falling back and cracking Kyle's skull on the canvas in the ring as Lee makes a cover attempt...
Corey Graves: "It's got to be over with the Small Package Driver devastatingly delivered..."
One...
Two...
Thr-
No O'Reilly kicks out at 2.8!...
Corey Graves: "WHAT?"
Kyle gathers his energy from an unknown source, Lee gets to his feet but is surprised to see O'Reilly almost mirroring him standing to his feet, Both men have a few choice words for each other before they begin trading lefts and rights, O'Reilly breaking order as he whips Trevor Lee into the corner, Lee recognizing this runs up the turn buckles as he launches himself backwards he floats over into a moonsault that connects right into O'Reilly who is caught off guard, Trevor pulls the leg over the head of O'Reilly for leverage as he goes for another cover attempt...
Tom Phillips: "Lee with the finest of Moonsault Planchas, Impressive that this deep into a match he can pull that out!"
One...
Two...
Three
Corey Graves: "YES HE HAS DONE IT, NOOO THE MATCH WAS STOLEN THAT WAS 3."
Kyle kicks out at the last possible moment, Lee frustration is clear for all to see but the man remembers and Lee represses his frustration as he needs to keep a level head if he wants to win this. Lee looks down at Kyle who's face is almost melting into the canvas with how sweaty and beat up he is. Lee runs to the ropes as Kyle gets to his base, Kyle isn't ready as Lee jumps up before sending both boots into the back of the neck of the Dragon spiking him into the canvas, Lee uncharacteristically decides not to go for the pin...
Tom Phillips: "Lee is taking some anger out now, Surely he could win only if he pinn-"
Corey Graves: "Lee is just trying to make sure he has this victory secured..."
Lee takes his time stepping up backwards up the turn buckles one by one until he is on the top rope, Lee jumps down going for a top rope cave-in, Kyle is pushed out of the way as Bayley takes his place for as her head is spiked right into the canvas...
Mauro Ranallo: "Coup D'état onto the wrong person Bayley sacrificing herself to save Kyle... "
Kyle lucky to have a concerned friend take the blow for him, Lee gets to his basis as he looks pissed, He kicks the carcass of Bayley out of the ring, Lee grabs onto the ear of Kyle who is still dazed, and out of it. Lee lifts O'Reilly to his feet, Trevor pulls back and strikes with a lariat right across the throat of Kyle who falls to the canvas like a sack of bricks...
Tom Phillips: "Lee striking down O'Reilly he still has control of the match despite Bayley saving Kyle. For now atleast... "
Kyle is dead for rights, Lee decides it's best to give Kyle a little taste of what Bayley got he takes his sweet time climbing up back towards the turnbuckle, He leaps, he sends out both boots aiming for the back of the neck yet again, This time no one to save O'Reilly, but himself, last possible moment Kyle moves ever so slightly out of the path of Lee. Who lands feet first into the canvas, Kyle moves to the other side of the ring as both men get to their feet, Lee with a bit of a limp from his missed opportunity...
Mauro Ranallo: "LEE MISSING THE SECOND COUP!... "
The two men rush towards eachother as the begin trading blows, Kyle with vicious kicks that leave welts after each strike, and Lee with elbows nearly clubbing a dent into the skull of O'Reilly. Both men if normal would of been down after one shot but they both want to win, They both want everything, Lee with something to prove and Kyle with a chip on his shoulder to beat the biggest and best around. They both trade way too many strikes to count before they both fall forwards into each other, Lees legs finally buckled and O'Reilly might legitimately be out cold at least for now, They are both leaning into eachother if either let go it would cause both men to fall to the canvas...
Tom Phillips: "Both men are using each other to stand. Both men have given it their all... "
They both move to the corner where Lee is the first to regain some control where he starts trying to hook in a political aspirations but O'Reilly becoming aware of this begins to try and lock in a sleeper hold variation both men are jockeying for control, Lee looks desperate, while Kyle looks almost like a zombie with a singular motive, to win, Lee unfortunately allows O'Reilly to get the sleeper locked in..
Tom Phillips: "Rope Break the referee needs to split this two apart... "
The ref moves in close, to separate the two men as they are in the ropes so no submsission could win here, Lee notcing a way to get an advantage he quickly grabs a hold of his shirt. The ref is trying to get free and Trevor kicks his leg back to get Kyle right in the balls?... Wait Kyle is shaking his head side to side, not this time, Kyle removes something big from his trunks, a cup, Lees foot is in pain as he hops away on one foot but he is off balance and O'Reilly realizing this in the moment rolls him up into an inside cradle...
Tom Phillips: "Kyle has learned from last time and knew Lee would go for it again..."
One...
Two...
Three...
Corey Graves: "NO! "
DING DING DING
Trevor Lee storms backstage, he must be fuming with anger, after losing to Kyle O'Reilly. His face is red with frustration and disappointment . He can't believe he lost, especially after being so damn close...
Tony Chimel: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, KYLE O'REILLY! "
In the meantime, Kyle O'Reilly is beaming with joy as he celebrates his victory. He crosses his arms because he is the biggest and baddest mofo in the company, at least in his mind, the crowd basks in the glow of his triumph. He knows his victory was hard-fought and well-deserved, and he savors every moment of it. Lee exits the ring and kicks the stairs in frustration but Kyle is all smiles as Bayley comes into the ring to celebrate with him and hands him the medal. A successful defense in his eyes! The feed cuts to the back to show LA Knight watching on a tv in the back. He shakes his head and walks off as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Promos - Respective TTers
Batista vs Danhausen - Gunn
Jarrett/Balor vs Rhodes/Hogna - Sam
Shark Boy vs Buzzard Danny
Steiner vs Guererro - Fauche
Spike vs Ospreay, Lee vs KOR - Jye
