Revolution 2/23/23

[Danny]

UWF Revolution regular intro has been stopped due to technical difficulties.



But to everyone’s surprise it was another one of The Mafia’s antics. The camera quickly cuts to an undisclosed location where Finn Balor is seen seated at his desk with his Hitmen, Damien Priest and Dominic Mysterio on the other side of his desk seated as well.



Finn Balor
I know you’re probably wondering why I called this special meeting on such short notice.

Before Finn Balor could continue to speak Dominic Mysterio interrupts him with a loud out burst.

Mafia Dom
I just hope it comes with a big raise muchacho.

Shortly after Dominic had finished his sentence he was met with a big slap behind the neck by Damian Priest.

Damien Priest
Sometimes you just need to shut up and listen man.

Finn Balor didn’t make much fuss of the situation since Priest had already handled it but continued to speak.

Finn Balor
Well as I was saying we have a problem, we have a roach problem.

Dominic interrupted Balor once more with a loud outburst

Mafia Dom
Well we should call an exterminator fool.

After Dominic finished his sentence he was met with another slap by Priest as Priest just shook his head.

Damien Priest
I swear it’s like you never learn to shut up, continue.

Finn Balor seems to get frustrated but he didn’t really show it too much but upon Priest’s request Balor continues to speak.



Finn Balor
Cody Rhodes doesn’t want to stay down, no matter what we do to him. Now he’s claiming some stupid dark side, like he doesn’t know who I am. I’m the Demon King! And The Demon doesn’t like when people push his buttons. He could play all the games he wants to play, I just don’t need him getting his way into my big match against the UWF Champion Sharkboy tonight. I need you two to go take of him and since tough guy wants to have a big mouth make sure he gets his hits in this time.

Dominic has a sneaky smirk on his face not knowing what to take from Finn Balor but he knows he has a point to prove.

Mafia Dom
Don’t worry boss, I’ll bring his head to you on a platter.

Finn Balor laughs and holds his head as Dom stood up and made his way to the door shortly behind followed Priest

Damien Priest
Let’s go do what we get paid to do. Kick Ass!

Priest slaps Dominic’s back a bit too hard in excitement as they head out of the doorway.

Mafia Dom
You don’t always have to hit me so hard.



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: Sorry for the interruption but hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: The road to Wrestlemania just keeps getting even more chaotic and this week's matches will have no shortage of turmoil.

Corey Graves: Good. EC3 knows that chaos sells and it's very entertaining watching your heads explode.

Tom Phillips: I'm calling it now. tonight's show will go off without a hitch!

Corey Graves: It literally started out with a hitch.

Mauro Ranallo: Well I'd usually run down the card tonight but we've just got word that next week will be a very special super show as UWF heads into international waters for UWF Spring Break!

Corey Graves: I hope you've been working on your beach bods.

Mauro Ranallo: But first, we've got some words from Eddie Kingston before his match tonight.



The camera would cut backstage for the moment. To the man who was soon to be stepping into the ring with the biggest fucking crybaby the company has ever seen, Cody Rhodes. Truly already he was sick to fucking death of this man, his little story that had been told a thousand times already. A dead daddy. Everyone has fucking issues; all Cody Rhodes does is throw it into your face and then holds his hands out and expects something to be given back to him. As the IC Champion would remain still, moments away from his match with the man, he just could not waste a chance, to speak one final time.

“I've become something greater than you could have ever hope to be. And now, after tonight? I'll be one step closer to being definitively, undeniably BETTER than you are, were, and ever will be. This is something I think you know by now, in the very back of your skull - but at the same time, hasn't quite set in yet. I don't think it's honestly, truly set in yet, so allow me to enlighten you. You think you have a chance tonight? You think management views you as a star? Let me tell you something, a little truth. You are here to make me look good.

The former champion. The one that everyone was afraid of, the man that had a tight hold of this title and made sure to flaunt it in my face each and every single time he had the chance, that little very nice, very evil little demon- I cleaned the floor with that loser and I made it look easy. I am on a one-way course right to the top. You think I have been here for over two years, working hard every single day to reach this point and have little story time boy come on in here and take everything that I have worked away from me, just like that? Cody, you have no idea what you are.

You are just put before me - to give me someone to warm up against. Someone to sharpen my skills against before I go against the real superstars of UWF – the real tests, the real challenges, the real roadblocks before me. You've become a joke now - you know this. You've been going through the motions, moving with the flow with no purpose, no reason other than the vain, pathetic attempts at getting your name in lights and trying to stay over - you sell too many shirts to do anything other than talk about your dead old man and bitch that you have never had your moment at the top – Cody, join the fucking club on that one.

Now - you have come so close on so many occasions to being more than you are, yet ultimately? You've fallen short of accomplishing that goal. You ALWAYS - fall short, Cody, and no matter what you think is going to happen tonight? Nothing is going to be any different. You're going to go out there, as you always do, and you're going to try. You're going to TRY, as hard as you can, to beat me; to earn yourself a name and a chance at the top - But it's not going to work. Because no matter how hard you try, you can't defeat me, Cody. On the other hand, I can defeat you - I've done it – to people like you, who think they are owed the world, who think they deserve something, who think they can come in here and move before me, I have defeated so many of them now, that I might as well call them all Cody, because they all act the same, they all do the same, it is rinse and repeat over and over and I'm going to do it... again."

He would pause for a moment to collect his thoughts. Cody Rhodes at one point was a someone. He was a big time threat and yet now look at him. Like Eddie Kingston he had attached himself to lesser men and they have dragged him down, the only difference he has not been able to free himself from them. Cody Rhodes, with his family, with his legacy, with a sense of noble purpose and duty in himself, it makes a good story, but that is all it is right there, a story and nothing more than that.

“This is the year of Eddie Kingston, this is the year that my career moves forward, not backwards, where everything I have worked towards, come to me. I have taken the IC title, but I am not going to stop there. This year I have done more than enough to prove myself. It was the dawning of a new age in UWF, one that I don't think you, or anyone else is aware of just yet - but believe me, it's coming. Faster, quicker, sooner than anyone - even I, MYSELF - could have ever expected... but it is coming.

It is seeping in through the cracks, it is rising on the horizon, and soon enough? It will be here, and you, Cody - will not. You will not be here to witness the day that this new age comes to fruition Cody, because in order for it to happen? In ORDER for me to rise, and this new age to truly set in? I'm going to have to put you down. But don't get things twisted. In a way? This is a blessing. Because tonight, I save you from your routine, and your sorry existence in this business. Tonight, I put you OUT of your misery. Tonight, Cody, I put your career to rest and in doing so? I take one more step closer to the top! This is the age of Kingston - Cody - pat yourself on the back for being a part of it.”

He looks down into the camera one final time. He has said what was needed, he was ready for Cody - ready for whatever the man could throw at him and more importantly he was ready to defeat him. It was his fate, his destiny, his purpose to push forward, this was his year, he was coming into three years of being here and now everything was coming together, it was clicking, falling into place and he was not going to piss it all up against the wall and let Cody come in and steal it from him. Cody likes a challenge, tonight he is going to get the challenge he wants.




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. It seems it’s time to slow down a little as the camera starts to follow a superstar down the hallway. The superstar in question is everyone's favorite Uncle, Uncle Spike Dudley. Spike is still showing the effects of Batista’s attack from two weeks ago as his ribs are still taped, and he still has a little iddy biddy bandage on his forehead.



Spike walks down the hallway, looking over every doorway. He walks past L.A Knights Lockeroom, sending shivers down his spine as he remembered what happened last time he was in there. He stops a female worker backstage.

Spike: Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me out please? I’m looking for Batista’s office. You know where it is?

Worker: Yep, you just keep going down this corridor, turn left at the end and then right straight away and his office is at the end of that corridor.

Spike: Thank you and listen, keep up the good work. Us wrestlers might be the faces that all my nieces and nephews get to see but it’s people like you that work behind the scenes that are the real heartbeat of the UWF.

Spike nudges her chin with his closed fist and she begins to blush. They both nod to each other before Spike follows her directions. He must of been listening and the worker must have known what she was talking about as Spike manages to find Batista’s office. He takes a deep breath, seemingly having second thoughts as he grabs his tapped ribs. He sighs, slowly reaching towards the doorknob before he gathers enough courage, turning it and bursting through the door.

Spike: Hey big man, I just wanted to talk to ya for a se………

Spike is cut short. Not by being interrupted but the realization that absolutely nobody is in the office. It seems the Hollywood Star has not arrived yet as the table is full of shrimp cocktails, unopened champagne bottles in buckets of ice and a catering table full of a bit of everything. His suits are all hanging up in the locker part of his office, looking schmick and ready for his arrival. The leather lounges are looking comfortable as anything as Spike takes a look around. He reaches down, stroking the lounge as it seems he has never touched anything so nice. He reaches over, taking one of the shrimps from the bowl and dipping it in some sauce that is sitting to the side. He dips half of it in, pulling it back out quickly dragging it to his mouth. He eats the half that was covered in sauce but what he doesn’t realise is that in the motion of bringing it to his mouth, the sauce has flicked from the shrimp and onto the lounge. He doesn’t seem to notice it as the sauce starts dribbling down his cheek as well. He dips the remaining shrimp back into the sauce, Mumma Dudley obviously didn’t teach him the golden rule of no double dipping. This time though, Spike doesn’t take much care as he nudges the table, spilling the sauce all over the table. He panics a little, seeing the sauce go everywhere. He rushes to grab a few more shrimps, grabbing two in each hand and dragging them across the table, soaking up the sauce and then putting them back into the shrimp bowl. He seems to have done an average job in cleaning up his mess. He puts his fingers into his mouth, sapping up whatever sauce was left on them but it seems he hasn’t done a good job as he leaves a hand print on the lounge. A sauce handprint on Batista’s lovely leather lounge. It doesn’t exactly scream class really. Spike moves on, seemingly not content with just making a mess there.

Spike: All I wanted to do was come and have a chat with Batista. I know he told me to stay away but I really need to know why me?

Spike says what he is thinking, making this like a 90’s rom com movie as he moves over to his desk. He has a look at some of the scripts that are laying on the front of the desk. Picking them up with his still saucy hands and flicking through them. He nods his head a little at every page, seemingly impressed with whatever movie it is. Unfortunately, UWF programming has blurred out the front of the script as it seems to be private. Luckily enough though Spikes has an outburst that may reveal what his reading.

Spike: Ha, that Baby Groot is a crazy little bastard. He reminds me a little of that old Hornswoggle fellow…. Now there is one guy I miss. I wasn’t the shortest and lightest guy on the roster when he was around.

Spike puts the script back down, moving towards the chair. He spins it around, once again with his grubby little hands as he just watches it spin. His head spinning around with it before he stops it dead and takes a seat. He leans back as far as he can, lifting his feet with his army commander boots on, putting them on the desk and just sitting back and relaxing. He begins to hum “Come and Get your Love” by Redbone. He seems nice and relaxed, humming along, singing a song as he sighs. Now this is living Spikey!!!! However, Spike lives just a little too much and leans back just a little too much as all of a sudden, there is a massive snapping sound, the UWF universe goes from seeing all of Spike to suddenly just seeing his legs up in the air. That couldn’t have helped Spike’s ribs as we hear a groan of pain ring out.

We see Spike’s legs slowly go underneath the desk before Spikey’s head pops back up. He has a look around, slowly getting to his feet as he grabs the top of the chair…the top of the chair has snapped clean off the bottom of the chair. He looks at it with a dumb look on his face. He shakes his head before he just puts the top of the chair on the seat part of it. He pats it like he has fixed it, starting to whistle now as he makes his way away from the chair and going towards the locker part. He looks at the name plates above it. He looks at Miz’s, scoffing at the A-Lister before he moves towards Goldusts. He feels Goldust robe. He likes the feeling as shivers go up his spine.

He manages to find something of value, Goldust’s wig. He picks up, having a look at the inside before he places it upon his head. He fixes it up and begins to stroke the wig as he seems to be enjoying himself. Spike doesn’t take long here though as he moves towards the big boss man's space. He definitely likes what he sees. He grabs a pair of Batista’s sunglasses. He breaths into them, giving them a little bit of a clean before placing them onto the bridge of his nose. He begins to twirl Goldust’s wig in his fingers before he lets out an excited gasp. He begins to feel Batista’s suits now. Going back and forth between his selection, remembering that he still has sauce on over his hands and leaving fingerprints everywhere. He manages to find one he likes, a nice little tuxedo which looks very expensive….. Looks like it costs more than Dudleyville all together. He grabs it from the shelf, taking the coat hanger out. He has excitement all over his face as he brushes it.

The excitement is just too much, the tux doesn’t spend much time off the coat hanger as he puts it on. Spike seems really impressed with himself. He walks over to the mirror, checking himself out and loving this look. He begins to search in the tuxedos inside pockets and seems overjoyed with what he has found. His managed to find a lighter. He begins to flick it between his fingers. He continues his search and in the other side's pocket, he finds a cigar. Spike seems less impressed with this but he is just loving his time here.

Spike: Hmmm, I’ve never tried one of these before,little own a top of the range one. Hey, it’s never too late to start.

Spike grabs the lighter, getting a flame going as he puts the tip of the cigar in it. The cigar catches light, Spike getting a little excited now as he is about to have his first cigar. Spike leans back, relaxing himself again as he brings the cigar to his mouth. He takes his first big puff in……….. And it seems this might be the only puff as Spike splatters and nearly coughs up a lung. He looks at the cigar, shaking his head as he just can’t control his coughing and splatting. He coughs and splatters for a while before he blows the smoke out.

Spike: Jesus.........sorry D-Von, I meant oh my. That tastes horrible. How doesn’t anyone enjoy that? Nieces and Nephews, don’t do it.

Spike doesn’t look impressed. He begins to look around for an ashtray but doesn’t seem like he can find one. He looks everywhere but still nothing. Sike seems to have enough of looking, lifting his arm up, still wearing the tux. He looks towards his sleeve, not thinking twice before he puts the cigar down on the tux sleeve. He doesn’t seem to be thinking straight….. Or is he as he just leaves it there. The cigar is burning a hole in the tux sleeve….. Just a small hole either as Spike leaves it there for sometime. The hole just starts getting bigger and bigger. Spike finally seems to realise that it has to go somewhere as he jumps and ls out another groan. It seems the cigar has burnt through the sleeve and reached skin. He begins to blow the burn, but the cigar still isn’t out. He takes off Goldust’s wig, chucking it on the floor and then dropping the cigar down into it. He leaves it for a while but even that begins to catch a little bit of smoke and fire. Spike notices this, quickly taking off the tux and chucking it on top, smothering the flame. He quickly gets back to his feet, stomping on the tux to put out anything that may come from it. It seems to have done the trick as everything seems to have died down. Spike breathes a sigh of relief, having everything back under control. He wipes his forehead sweat away from his bandage.

Spike: Well I guess Big Dave isn’t here. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to wait until I see him next. I wonder if he will know I had stopped by?

Spike shrugs his shoulders, taking one last look at the destruction he has left behind before he makes his way out of the office door. The cameras shoot to somewhere else in the UWF universe.




As the next segment begins to play, "The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay, not yet dressed for his match, pulls up into frame front and centre. On his lonesome, he walks towards a table, grabs a chair and sits down, before grabbing the microphone upon the table to begin addressing the camera.

"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay

"Hey, Ciampa."

Ospreay speaks directly at Tommaso Ciampa, using his privilege of having access to the live-on-air feed. He holds the microphone for a moment longer, thinking about his words.



"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay

"I'll keep this short and sweet, bruv, and I'll address you directly too. I know that you're probably watching the feed backstage, sitting on your ass and laughing it up with DDP while you think about what you'll do next after our match, failing to realise that you're just a footnote in the beginning of MY story, mate. Listen, it's no coincidence that I came to the UWF on the same night, at that Royal Rumble, when you lost everything you'd built towards. Now we're coming to a head in the ring, with myself as somewhat of a gatekeeper for you while you're trying to build back up to where you thought you once were, bruv. I get that you're urgently hurling your grievances at people like my mate, Sami Zayn, to try and propel yourself back into relevancy. But it doesn't change that your title shot was for nought, and if I'm honest, it'll have only served to prop me up as the bigger man tonight and going forward. You don't have to be a superstitious man to think that that loss ended up being an omen to the inevitable downswing that I'll cause your career. And you can deny it all you want, complain... Do whatever you want, you daft little cretin, it doesn't change the outcome. And you can never change the fact that you lost the biggest chance you've ever had, and ever will have.

Ospreay points directly at the camera with one hand, poking and prodding at Ciampa through the screen with insults.

"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay

"I'm here to help you come to the realisation that you're nothing more than a middle of the road guy who got lucky, Ciampa. You shouldn't pretend like you're anything else. I--"

But just before Ospreay can continue, Sami Zayn suddenly comes into frame with El Dúo Dinámico and interrupts.



Sami Zayn: Young Willy! Glad I could catch you before your match. EC3 owes me a lot of favors and so I specifically asked for this match for you. Ciampa wants to bad mouth me but he's honestly not worth my time. He's trying to latch onto my name to help his struggling career but I won't let him. I know he was just competing for the UWF Championship a few weeks ago and this may seem like this is your biggest test to date but it's not. Spike was a far bigger deal than Ciampa. He actually toppled the longest reigning champion in UWF history to become World Champion and you put up a hell of a fight against him. That bald idiot is a nobody in comparison. He proved how awful he was when he lost to Shark Boy. Can you imagine getting beat up by a guy who dresses like a shark?

"The Commonwealth Kingpin" Will Ospreay

"Yeah, it's really embarrassing, Sami... But I was in the middle of somethi--"

Sami Zayn: Anyways I have full confidence in you Young Willy. That's why I won't be coming down with you for the match. I got some stuff to deal with but I'm positive you can handle things on your own. Go get em tiger!

Zayn and his protege's walk off, leaving Will looking a bit ticked off, audibly exhaling, as the show moves on.




VS




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.

KINGSTON KNOWS WHAT HE HAS TO DO. HE HAS ONE MAN TO BEAT THE TELEVISION CHAMP, CODY RHODES.

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

DING DING DING

Kingston and Rhodes circle each other, Rhodes offers his hand for the test of strength, Kingston doesn’t take to the idea as throws a knee right into the stomach doubling over the Television Champ. The Intercontinental champion launches his opponent into the turnbuckle causing the top rope to go limp as it snaps under the pressure of the Television Champion colliding with the turnbuckle. Kingston paying no heed to the chaos as the ring crew try to make the ring safe, Kingston grabs and lifts Rhodes up before planting Rhodes nearly through the canvas with an uranagi.

Corey Graves: "Kingston is a respectable individual he has a strong striking efficiency…”

Tom Phillips: "You of all people would know considering you were knocked out two weeks ago at the hands of the Intercontinental Champion”

Corey Graves: "Yeah and it’s the reason he lost the match versus MJF, It’s KARMA!”

Kingston unloads a few stiff elbows to Rhodes as The Mad King mounts his victim, Kingston with every strike gets more enraged. Kingston with a chip on his shoulder the size of a mountain, He gets up lifting Rhodes to his feet. Kingston strikes with an elbow sending Rhodes onto sea legs for a moment. Kingston quickly grabs the head of Cody and places it between arm-pit, The mad king lifts Rhodes to a vertical bases before dropping to his knee and letting go of Rhodes causing knee to face connection which knocks the Television champ silly, Kingston hooks the leg looking to put this match to bed early…

One…

Two…

No, Rhodes kicks out at two, it’ll take more than that to beat the champ!

Kingston not wasting time throws Rhodes out of the ring like a piece of trash, Kingston follows behind as he throws the nightmare head long into the side of the ring causing Rhodes back to do limbo from the momentum…

Mauro Ranallo: "Kingston is absolutely relentless here, unloading those elbows on Rhodes. He's on a mission tonight and it's clear he's not holding back."

Tom Phillips: "The intensity from Kingston is unmatched. He's got a massive chip on his shoulder and he's taking it out on Rhodes with these strikes."

Corey Graves: "This is what Kingston does best. He's a brawler and he's not afraid to get dirty. Rhodes is in trouble here and Kingston is just getting started."

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

Kingston throws a few fist that just about bounce off the skull of Rhodes, Eddie realizing his control throws Rhodes over the barricade into the time keepers area…

FIVE…

SIX…

SEVEN…

EIGH-

Kingston rolls in and out of the ring to reset the referees count, The Mad King makes his way over to the Nightmare Incarnate as he stumbles to his feet once more, Kingston grabs the head of Rhodes before bouncing it off the barricade, Kingston pulls Rhodes back over the barricade and into ringside where he decides Rhodes deserves a visit right into the steel steps, Rhodes flies over as he and the steps don’t mix well…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Kingston not letting up as Rhodes struggles to get out the gate, Kingston makes it harder with a vicious headbutt that has no give, both men probably have a concussion from such a thud, Kingston lifts Rhodes to his feet before swinging Rhodes head down spiking it off the ring apron, the hardest part of the ring…

Mauro Ranallo: "Kingston showing off his aggression here using the apron as a weapon on Rhodes. But he's not done yet, he's tossing Rhodes over the barricade now!"

Tom Phillips: "That was a vicious move by Kingston! He's not holding back tonight."

Corey Graves: "Kingston is determined to maintain control of this match. That throw over the barricade could be a game-changer."

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Kingston liked the sound it made so much he goes to swing the head down into the canvas once more but this time he feels the elbow of Rhodes deeply implanted into his solar-plexus, Rhodes decided he’d like to see how Eddie sounds as he grabs the head of Kingston and like a basketball bounces it off the ring apron, again the hardest part of the ring…

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

But no Cody doesn’t want to win this way, he heaves Kingston back into the ring shadowing him entering the ring, Rhodes is on Kingston with a knee to the back of the head of Eddie before he can get up and keep dishing what he has been serving…

Rhodes runs to the ropes as Kingston stumbles to his feet on sea legs, Rhodes jumps on the “top” rope or the second rope as the ring crew still try to put the ring together like Humpty Dumpty. He hits Kingston with a kick to the jaw as he rebounds off the ropes, The crowd cheer in excitement as Rhodes is finally back into it…

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my! Rhodes just connected with a devastating disaster kick to Eddie Kingston! That was a thing of beauty!"

Tom Phillips: "Kingston has to be feeling the effects of that one. Rhodes is showing why he is one of the top performers in the industry with moves like that."


Rhodes pumped up shakes off his possible concussion as he is on top of Kingston who is still trying to stand to his feet, Kingston is met with a right jab followed by another right jab, followed by yet another, Kingston suspects the fourth as he puts up his dukes, but Cody falls to his back as Kingston looks down taken off guard he is met with the fourth thrust right into his throat…

Mauro Ranallo: "Vintage Rhodes offence throwing Kingston off guard.."

Rhodes notices Eddie falling towards the ropes, He quickly follows Eddie, He turns him around and goes to his knee bringing the back of Kingston across the knee, Rhodes hooks both legs of Kingston…

One…

T-

Kingston powers out at 1.9!

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh not enough for a three count...!"

Kingston is shaken but all he wants to do is stand up and fight, Through instinct Kingston and Rhodes both get to their feet as they begin swinging lefts and rights towards each other, Barely glancing each other but with every little hit they swing the tide of battle in their favor, This is broken up with Cody spinning around and hitting an elbow to the chin of Kingston sending him stumbling back a little, Kingston uneasy on his feet as Cody runs at the big man grabbing his head and running up the turnbuckles before planting the head of Kingston into the mat with a bulldog…

Mauro Ranallo: "What a bulldog by Cody Rhodes! He's really bringing the fight to Eddie Kingston here tonight."

Cody not wanting to go for a pin fall attempt gets to his feet as he stalks Kingston who is now taking his time to get to his feet, Kingston finally on his feet as Cody lifts Kingston up and brings him back down with a spine buster, Cody makes a pin fall attempt…

Mauro Ranallo: "What a spinebuster by Rhodes! The power behind that move is impressive."

Tom Phillips: "And now Rhodes goes for the cover. Will this be enough to put his opponent away?"


One

No Kingston powers out at 1!

Corey Graves: "It's going to take more than a spinebuster to keep Kingston down. Let's see if Rhodes has something else up his sleeve."

Cody wasn’t expecting the pin but is beyond shocked that it was only a one, Cody gets to his feet as he lifts Kingston up to his feet he turns him inside out with speed as he plants Kingston into the canvas with heat, Kingston is flattened by the move, He instinctively rolls out onto the ring apron as Rhodes watches his chance at victory roll away…

Kingston is on outside of the ring, Recovering from the onslaught by Cody Rhodes, Kingston doesn’t see Rhodes stepping onto the second rope and flying through the air with a beautiful moon-sault until he does where he swats Rhodes out of the air, Kingston grabs Rhodes who just crashed and burned and whips him into the steel post, The thud heard makes the crowd shudder to think of the internal injuries, Kingston throws Rhodes into the ring, Kingston follows behind, Both men on their feet, Cody on sea legs…

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my goodness, did you see the impact of that steel post on Cody Rhodes? Eddie Kingston showing absolutely no mercy here tonight."

Tom Phillips: "It's clear that Kingston is willing to do whatever it takes to win this match, even if it means inflicting serious damage on his opponent."

Kingston goes for a lariat which is ducked, Cody goes to the ropes using them to springboard back, He swings out his leg which misses the mark as Kingston spins around himself, The back of Eddie’s hand connects with the temple of Rhodes mid air,Cody crumples to the canvas knocked out as Kingston pulls his man to the middle of the ring, Kingston makes the cover…

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my goodness, Mid air AMERICAN D..."

Tom Phillips: " Kingston is making the cover..."

One…

Two…

Three..

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel "The winner of this match by pinfall, Eddie Kingston..."

Kingston raises his hand in victory as he rolls out of the ring to keep the celebration short, He did what he had to and he came out with the win against the Television Champion proving he was the better champion tonight, Rhodes looks upset about the loss but he should take solace in coming close to taking out Eddie Kingston...




As Revolution rolls on, we head backstage to be greeted by the very familiar face of one McKenzie Mitchell. She's not overly excited to be conducting this interview but she does have a job to do. 

McKenzie Mitchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time...*sigh*...LA Knight!

Knight strolls into the shot, confident as always.




LA Knight: YEAH!

McKenzie Mitchell: That never gets old.

LA Knight: Michelle! How are 'ya? It's your pleasure to see me. 

McKenzie Mitchell: I'd be great if you got my name right. 

LA Knight: Yeah, that's cool. Yes, this is a brand new Rolex. Thanks for asking. 

McKenzie Mitchell: I didn't.

LA Knight: Michelle, I'm a busy man and I'm sure 'ya got questions for ol' L...A....Knight. So let's get shaking, 

McKenzie Mitchell: Tonight, you go one on one with Batista. And as of late, he hasn't had the best of luck. Do you think it's wise to antagonize him? 

LA Knight: Wise? Of course it's wise. Antagonizing people is what L...A....Knight does. And that big dummy has been off his game so much that I could go out there with one hand tied behind my back and still whoop him 3 ways from Sunday. 'Ya see, Batista thinks he's the man around here. But what he fails to realize is that L...A...Knight is the man. I run this place. And after I beat that fact into his skull, maybe he'll go back to work on crappy M. Night Shyamalan movie.

McKenzie Mitchell: Okay. Batista notwithstanding, at the end of Revolution last week, we saw you paying very close attention to Kyle O'Reilly's match. Care to give any insight into that?

LA Knight: It's real simple, Michelle...

McKenzie Mitchell: McKenzie....

LA Knight: Kyle O'Reilly is no different than Spike Dudley. He wants to make a name for himself at the expense of the hottest star in UWF, L...A....Knight. He got upset because L...A....Knight insulted his little Happy Meal toy known as the Primetime Medal a few weeks back. Well, the simple fact of the matter is this, L....A....Knight meant what he said. It's not about toys for L....A....Knight; it's about the World Championship. So that fake title that he has around his waist and that Cracker Jack prize he wears around his neck means nothing. But if he's looking for an ass whooping, he's in the right place. And when its all said and done, he can keep the toys. L...A....Knight will be standing tall and I will gladly take his sister of his hands. And if 'ya lucky Michelle, 'ya can join us. There's more than enough of the "Million Dollar Megastar". And THAT'S just a fact of life. 

And with that, Knight walks off as Revolution moves on. 




The scene opens on Batista looking into the camera.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: The, “Million Dollar Megastar”. The, “Thursday Night Thriller”. Baseless nicknames for a baseless man. Revolution might not be where I rule the roost in wins, but make no mistake about it, no one wants to fuck with me no matter what they may say. Because with each loss and setback, I get angrier and as I get angrier, I get more dangerous. Tonight, LA Knight, I’m going to manhandle you and make you submit, and then I’m going to keep on beating your ass until you and I get pulled apart. Like I said earlier in the week, welcome to the, “Final Boss”’s level.




The Revolution logo flashes on the screen as we cut backstage to reveal a legendary interviewer is on hand this week.



"MEAN" GENE OKERLUND
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with Bronson Steiner and Bron, ever since your dominant debut on Revolution last week, the UWF Universe has been abuzz with wonder about what you will do next.

Before "Mean" Gene can even ask his actual question, Steiner snatches the mic.

BRON STEINER
Let me tell you somethin', Mean Gene – when I stepped between those ropes for the first time it lit a fire in my belly. And no, I'm not talking about the fire of competition. I'm talking about the fire of cold, hard capitalism. See, EC3 knew that Eddie needed to be dealt with before he went and made demands to the wrong person and so he paid me in an I.O.U. to shut that old bastard up and that's exactly what I did. No matter how hardcore the match-up, no matter how much that moron tried to lie, cheat or steal, there wasn't a single universe in all the multiverses where that absolute chode was going to have his arm raised in a match against me.

Bronson turns away from Gene to direct the audience head on, instead.

So now we move on to the next step, and that's Leyton Buzzard. That slimy little shit keeps ducking me and ordinarily wasting my time like this would piss me off, but on this occasion it doesn't bother me all that much because this week my private investor has raised the bounty once again and now it's $100,000 to kick that scrawny little cowards ass. And maybe Leyton isn't familiar with who I am, but my old man spent the better part of his career being compared to big, bad dogs and the apple didn't fall far from the tree. So listen kid: You might think you can wait me out or that I'll forget there's something to collect. I hate to break this to you, pal, but I'm relentless. I will catch you eventually and when it happens, I'm gonna break you right in half.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage...

... where Renee "No Holds Barred, No Stone Unturned, No Milk Left in the Cereal Bowl" Young is standing by!

Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Bayley and the Prime Time Medalist, Kyle O'Reilly.

Said step-siblings stroll in the frame. The Diabetic Dragon has the PTM draped on a ribbon around his neck with his Hollywood Championship strapped around his waist. Bayley doesn't have any titles yet. Renee greets them with a polite lil nod as they come on over.

Young: Thanks for joining me, folks. It's been a while, and well, Kyle, it sure looks like things have been going pretty well for you since then!

Kyle smirks, bobs his head from side to side real coy like and unstraps his title belt to show it off. He attempts a southern drawl to brag about it.

KO'R: Oh, you mean this ol' thang - FRICK!

Butterfingers drops the belt on the floor - GASP - but recovers quickly. Hopefully before anyone even noticed. Nobody mentions it, anyway.

Young: Uh... yeah... sure... the Hollywood Championship. Cool. But the big focus is on that Prime Time Medal tonight. You're set to have your first defense against MJF in the main event. With Wrestlemania just a little over a month away, do you think you'll rack up enough defenses cash it in and challenge for the Intercontinental Championship at the Grandest Stage of 'em All?

Bayley: Of course he will! The things you -

As nice as it is for Bayley to be putting in a good word for her step-bro, Kyle steamrolls right over the praise with an answer of his own.



KO'R: Okay... Why the heck does everyone keep talking to me about cashing the Prizz Tizz Mizzle in? That's never gonna happen. Like... seriously... do the people in the Olympics trade their medals in for title matches?

Young: Well, no, but that's diff -

KO'R: Exactly. They travel the world and take on all challengers until they lose or die.

Young: I don't think that's -

This time, its Bayley who interrupts.

Bayley: I think what Kyle's trying to say is that it doesn't matter whether it's MJF or that douche rocket LA Knight or any other one of the guys backstage, he's confident that -

Only to get interrupted in turn!

KO'R: I'll beat them all and become the longest-reigning Prime Time Medal guy in history and also set the record for most defenses. You know how long my friend Larry Sweeney was champ for? Two-hundred-and-thirty-eight days, Renee. Guess what? I'm gonna have this medal for like... uh... like... probably A THOUSAND-two-hundred-and-thirty-eight days. The Hollywood Championship, too.

Young: So no plans on gunning for Eddie Kingston's belt, then?

KO'R: Believe me, I want a rematch with Eddie. I got friggin screwed last time. Plus he's the only guy on the show with a title that I haven't already beat. Maybe some day we'll get another chance to fight, but if we do, its gonna be his belt versus my title, winner takes all. I think that's fair.



Young: I just... I'm pretty confident that's not how the PTM works, Kyle.

KO'R: Pffft. Says who? That's the whole thing, Renee - if anyone can actually take this thing from me, then sure, they can make their own rules. But as long as its mine, what I say goes. Right Bayley?

Bayley, who's the more realistically ambitious of the pair, winces and offers up some affirmation drenched in apprehension.

Bayley: Mmhhmm. Yep. Definitely that.

Renee doesn't look so convinced either, but she ain't about to burn up TV time arguing about it. She's a pro.

Young: Okay, well, thanks for your time and good luck against MJF tonight!

KO'R: Thanks. I'm gonna pull his spine out.

Kyle strolls away like that horrifying threat ain't no big deal while Bayley and Renee exchange concernedish glances. The "Good Guy" then follows her step-brother away while Renee signs off and Revolution rolls on!




VS



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.



"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!

As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.



Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign.



Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has.

DING! DING! DING!

Batista, Knight, the two men circle the ring, smug with overconfidence, they both feel they could win this match anytime they’d want, Batista is the first to offer a hand for a test of strength, Knight offers his hand they begin to jockey for position, Neither man giving a inch, They both go for a cheap shot but both move back away breaking the hold on each other as they both smile at the coincidence, Knight without thinking falls into the ropes before rebounding, he throws out his arm for a lariat but Batista side steps and goes to the ropes himself, Batista on the rebound goes for his own lariat but Knight with reflexes like Spider-man ducks the lariat as he turns around, Knight goes to the ropes once more as both men throw out a lariat connecting right at the same time, neither man goes down as they stumble back…

Corey Graves- “Batista, Knight, Two men with ego’s the size of the grand canyon. They are so much alike they probably don’t even realize it, Until now both men mirroring the other unintentionally…”

Tom Phillips- “I can see what you mean both men sizing the other up in this feeling out process…”

Both men step forward and begin trading rights than lefts, back and forth, they give nothing with the stiff strikes, Knight goes for another stiff strike as he is met with the knee of the Hollywood Animal to the solar-plexus, Batista grabs the head of Knight who is heeled over from the cheap shot, Batista lifts Knight to a vertical base as he moves to the center of the ring with Knights blood rushing to his head, Batista falls back sending the Megastar crashing hard into the canvas…

Tom Phillips- “Back to basics for Mr. Hollywood with a suplex that shook the entire ring…”

Batista not taking any chances grabs Knight by the ears and lifts him to his feet before planting another vicious knee into the chest of Knight removing any air that was left, Batista using nothing but Knight’s ears throws him across the ring…

Mauro Ranallo- “Animalistic strength on display by Batista, He just about sent Knight into space…”

Batista stalks Knight who is on the back burner, Batista grabs the namer of dummies by the hair, Batista lifts him to his feet before going for a stiff elbow to the eyebrow of Knight but no Knight swats it away before following up with a closed fist of his own bouncing off the bald head of Batista. Knight takes the moment of momentary shock, lifting Batista up by his waist, LA Knight brings the animal down hard into the canvas, the ring shakes as Knight get’s pumped…

Mauro Ranallo- “Knight telling Batista I can do a better spine buster than you with the ring quacking spine busta!”

Knight doesn’t let up, however, as he begins to target Batista’s back with a series of stomps and knee drops. Batista tries to fight back, but Knight is relentless, keeping the Hollywood Animal grounded until Batista fights through the stomps to begin stumbling to his feet as if the stomps are bouncing off his back almost as if it is armored…

Tom Phillips- “Knight doing no damage with these stomps it seems!”

Batista finally manages to get back to his feet, Knight goes for a clothesline, but Batista ducks and lifts up Knight up and back down into the canvas, with a brutal looking spine buster, Batista stands to his feet as he yells at Knight…

”Straight from the box office, bitch!”

Corey Graves- “Bit of trash talkin’ by the animal towards Knight…”

Corey Graves- “Batista hit him back with the original spine buster”

Batista lifts up Knight onto his feet and onto his shoulders, The crowd know whats coming next but no, Knight slips free from the power bomb attempt, Knight slips free, Batista is caught off guard as Knight follows up with a boot buckling Batista’s knee, Knight goes to the ropes as he rebounds he catches the waist of the Animal just about tearing him in half, Knight over Batista who is reeling gives Batista a taste of what’s on his mind…

“Look at ‘ya. ‘Ya said L…A…Knight is jealous of ‘ya. But L…A…Knight just did Batista better than Batista”

Corey Graves- “Bit of trash talkin’ leading to the namer of dummies, to tear him in half with his own move, Anything Batista can do Knight can do it better…”

Tom Phillips- “Knight just trying to piss off the animal with this blatant disrespect, Batista hasn’t been a happy man recently, just ask Spike Dudley…”

Knight gets to his feet, He grabs hold of Batista’s head but no Batista pushes him off, The Animal charges at Knight, He is off as Knight steps to the side causing Batista to run head first into the turnbuckle, Batista knocked silly as he gets up straight, Knight jumps grabbing the head of Batista bring him crashing head first into his shoulder and canvas…

“This is too easy. Like taking candy from a big, bad, bald, dumb baby. YEAH!”

Mauro Ranallo- “Jumping Neck breaker by Knight, Batista might be out of it with the missed spear by the Animal…”

Knight hooks the leg, He yells at the referee to make the count…

One…

Corey Graves- “Knight thinks this will be enough to cage the Animal…”

Two…

No Batista kicks out at 2!

Knight realizing it will take more to beat the animal gets to his feet, He stalks the animal before giving a calculated kick right into below the animals kidneys, Batista takes the kidney shot with little expression, it obviously hurts but the Animal isn’t giving Knight the satisfaction, Batista smiles as he slowly gets to his feet at Knight as he gets to his feet and points, he speaks…

Tom Phillips- “Dave just took a calculated kick right to the kidney, and nothing, it’s like he enjoys the pain…”

“weak”

Knight looks offended almost as he follows up with a boot to the abdomen of Mr Hollywood which he quickly follows up with grabbing the head of Batista spiking it straight into the mat. Knight still a bit pissed off by Batista showing him up he gets to his feet where he offloads a few extra boots into the kidney area…

Tom Phillips- “Dave shouldn’t of taunted Knight who is now unloading boots into his kidney…”

Knight raises his right arm, cocking it back as if he were going to throw a punch. However, instead of punching, he swings his arm down and to the right, slamming his elbow into his Batista’s neck, The impact sends the animal down to a knee, to the shock of Knight who looks on in shock that a signature move was unable to put the Animal down…

Tom Phillips- “Blunt Force Trauma only taking the animal down to his knee..”

Batista blocks a big boot attempt as he stands up to his feet mimicking Knight, He raises his right arm, cocks it back and swings the arm down and to the right, sending his elbow deep into the throat of Knight which sends him to the canvas with a forceful impact…

Tom Phillips- “A blunt force trauma for Knight for his trouble…”

”“What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?””

Batista lifts Knight up onto his shoulders as if he were going for the Batista Bomb, but no he instead falls to his ass and sends Knight’s back slamming against the canvas. Batista rolls over Knight as he makes a cover attempt…

Corey Gravess- “The sit out power bomb by the animal…”

One…

Two…

No Knight powers out at 2!

Tom Phillips- “Knight kicks out with power! What a stand by Knight…”

Batista grabs the head of Knight in anger and begins spiking it up and down into the canvas trying to keep the man down, Knight’s head the basketball and Batista is Lebron in this situation, dribbling Knight, Batista unleashes one final bounce…

Mauro Ranallo- “Batista is playing basketball while the rest of us watch wrestling…”

Batista gets to his feet, Batista stalks JKnight struggle getting to his feet, He charges at LA Knight and drives his shoulder into midsection, dragging him down to the mat with ferocity…

Corey Graves- “Dave showing Knight the real spear you can’t imitate a classic…”

Batista not wasting time gets to his feet places the head of Knight between his legs, Batista hoists Knight onto his shoulder for the end, Knight uses the momentum to go over the head of Batista, Knight goes to the ropes…

Tom Phillips- “Batista looking to end things with the patented Batista Bomb…”

Knight charges at Batista, with his right arm extended, as if he were about to go for the clothesline but at the last moment, he hooks his right arm around Batistas neck, grabs the animals left arm with his owm left hand, and leaps into the air. As he falls backwards, he twists his body to the left, slamming Batista’s neck and shoulders into the mat…

Tom Phillips- “GRAVY TRAIN THIS COULD BE IT FOR BATISTA…”

Knight goes for the pin but right through his fingers like sand Batista rolls underneath the ropes and to the sanctuary of ringside. Knight not letting the Animal escape that easy follows behind as he launches a few stiff lefts right off the forehead of Mr Hollywood…

Tom Phillips- “Knight striking while the Iron is hot not letting up on a injured animal…”

He goes for a fourth but Batista whips Knight right into the steel post. Knights rocked as Batista spins him around before throwing him shoulder first into the post yet again. Batista throws Knight into the ring once more proud of his dirty tactic-

Tom Phillips- “Batista using every part of the ring to his advantage…”

Batista is shocked as he enters the ring as he is put to the canvas by a wild lariat by Knight, Knight is pissed, Mr Hollywood gets to his feet before he can even shake his head to clear it, Batista is put down with two boots meeting with his face as Knight dropkicks Batista into the turnbuckles…

Tom Phillips- “Knight has decided to show everyone he ain’t a one trick pony going pedal to the metal…”

Corey Graves- “Batista thought the steel steps would slow down Knight but he was proven to be a dummy for thinkin’ that”

Knight follows up with a running splash right onto Batista in the corner, Batista stumbles out the corner as Knight is firing himself up he throws a right “yeah”, he throws another right “yeah”, and he throws a final right as the crowd join in with the namer of dummies “yeah”, Batista falls to the canvas for a moment caught off balance as he stumbles to his feet…

Tom Phillips- “YEAH!”

Knight grabs the head of Batista, He goes to sweep the leg and spike Mr Hollywoods head, Batista pushes knight into the ropes, Batista is dropped by a shoulder tackle, Batista gets to his feet, Batista is thrown into the ropes on the rebound, Knight lifts Batista and drops him on his knee…

Tom Phillips- “Backdrop looks like he is going for the BFT once again!…”

Knight goes for the BFT again, he grabs the head of Batista, He sweeps the leg but Batista is one step ahead as he pushes him into the ropes, On the rebound Knight goes for something but Batista sick of playin’ around goes low with the boot, clear as day in front of the referee who looks shocked at such blatant disregard, the ref calls for the bell…

Tom Phillips- “THAT WAS INTENTIONAL TO GET HIMSELF DQ’d”

DING DING DING

”The winner of this match by DQ, LA Knight!”

Tom Phillips- “No the match is over!”

Batista doesn’t give a flying fuck as he hoists Knight onto his shoulders, He plants Knight into the canvas with force, He doesn’t let go though he hoists him back up to a standing position, He plants him releasing him into the canvas this time, Knight is out, Batista looks down and is angry still, He decides to go for the three-peat, He places Knight’s head between his legs going for the third, The titan-tron flickers to life…

Tom Phillips- “It’s Spike Dudley coming out to assist Knight, I don’t know if Knight will appreciate being saved by someone he sees as less than”

Corey Graves- “Spike isn’t worth the paper on his birth certificate!”



Batista is pissed that his warning to the runt didn’t get through his thick skull, Batista leaves Knight as he goes to deal with the runt, Spike is already on the ring apron with his quick speed he springboards over the rope, He catches Batista’s head and spikes it into the canvas, Batista stumbles to his feet where he is met with two boots to the face for his troubles that send him over the top rope…

Tom Phillips- “Batista has been sent packing by the runt of the Dudleys!”

With Batista out of the ring and out of mind, Spike walks over to his longterm rival, LA Knight who is sitting there holding the back of his neck from the two Batista bombs post match. Spike offers a hand to help the megastar to his feet as Knight just looks at the hand…

Tom Phillips- “Spike offering the olive branch to Knight”

Knight uses the back of his hand to swat away Spikes open hand as he gets to his own feet, He stares down the runt as he walks right past Spike exiting the ring on his own two feet…

Tom Phillips- “Spike has been ignored once more by Knight who still refuses to acknowledge him!”

Spike looks upset by the blatant disregard as he is the sole person left in the ring despite being the only one not in the match, No celebrations tonight as everyone seems on edge…




We cut backstage where we are greeted with the dorky face of backstage announcer Todd Grisham! - absolutely no reaction for the returning Todd who stands by...



Todd Grisham: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time - the UWF Champion, Shark Boy.

Shark Boy walks into the picture to a huge applause, he has a fire in his eyes as he stares off into the distance seeming somewhat aloof and distracted.

Shark Boy last week you lost your match to Leyton Buzzard due to the fact that your best friend, Grado was abducted from the C.U.N.T Cave backstage - just what is going on in your mind right now?

Shark Boy continues to gaze off into the distance.

Shark Boy?... your thoughts?

Shark Boy turns and looks Todd Grisham right in the eye.



Shark Boy: You wanna know Shark Boy's thoughts?, what?, you wanna know Shark Boy's thoughts about losing to Leyton Buzzard?, what?, about his best friend being abducted - kidnapped for the world to see?, what? - you sorry son of a fish, I ain't ever seen your stupid lookin' bass back here before - you ain't no Renee, you ain't even the new chick, McKenzie or whatever the shell she's called - so do me a favour you goofy lookin' bastard and take a hike 'cos Shark Boy ain't much in a conversin' mood and as of right now I'm fixin' to stomp a mudhole in your sorry bass and walk it dry!

Todd Grisham: I just wanted -

Shark Boy: GO!

Shark Boy glares a hole through Todd as he scampers off screen, Shark Boy focuses his sight on the camera.

Truth be told, ol' Shark Boy doesn't know what to make of last week but what Shark Boy does know is that there's gon' be shell to pay for whoever decided to come after not only me but damn near my family. Me and Grado go way back, we've been teamin' together longer than some of the kids on the roster have been lacin' up a pair of boots. He's my brother and to see him bein' abducted, yeah, it's rattled ol' Shark Boy's fin just a little bit. As far as Leyton Buzzard goes?, congratulations, ya pinned the champ, through a damn victory parade - and savour it because trust me son when we run it back you won't get the chance ya had last week and I will whip your bass like I should've done last week. Now Shark Boy knows he's got Finn Balor this week - and Shark Boy finds it funny that as soon as his hired guns show up; Grado suddenly gets kidnapped. He can deny it to the whales swim home but I ain't gon' be satisfied until I beat an answer out of him tonight.

Shark Boy is all riled up as he speaks through gritted teeth.

As of now the whole damn roster is on notice because the Sheriff of the Sea is on a damn mission tonight - I will find who took out Grado, and you bet your bass I'll be your Liam Neeson - I will find ya, and I will whip yer bass. Now it could be Finn and his hitmen, it could be Batista and his lil' troop of showmen. It could be the damn Dudley Boyz tryin' to get their names back up on the marquee - and you better believe I've got my eyes on Trevor Lee. And if it takes Shark Boy runnin' through the whole damn roster that's what it takes - it starts tonight, Finn prepare to thoroughly interrogated because I'm gettin' to the bottom of this one way OR ANOTHER!

Shark Boy marches off as we go elsewhere.




As the cameras roll on, the scene would cut to the backstage, where an interviewer for the UWF seems to be getting plenty of work tonight...

McKenzie Mitchell: "Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time...Trevor Lee..."

With another despondent look, McKenzie turns to face the future contender to the UWF World Heavyweight Championship, who seems to be all smiles, even as he holds his cell phone in hand.

McKenzie Mitchell: "Now, Trevor-"

Trevor Lee: "Actually, darlin', I apologize for cuttin' ya' off, but... I don't think ya' know how thins' work wit' me, so let me set this straight 'fore we got any problems, a'ight? My name is Mister Trevor Lee, pleasure to meet ya', miss Mitchell."

Extending a hand, Trevor would patiently wait for the interviewer to answer.

McKenzie Mitchell: "Actually, Mister Trevor Lee, my name is..."

McKenzie hesitates for a moment, looking in bewilderment at Trevor.

McKenzie Mitchell: "...Wait, actually, you were correct? My name is-"

Trevor Lee: "McKenzie, McKenzie...o' course I know ya' name, darlin'! I ten' to try an' learn everythin' I can 'bout the people 'round here. Why, it wouldn't exactly be too gentleman-like if I went 'round an' got people's names wrong on purpose, would it?"

McKenzie simply looks perplexed at Trevor, who takes the step for McKenzie in ensuring the handshake goes through, being...rather gentlemanly about things with her, before pulling back.

Trevor Lee: "Well? Ya' got an interview to host, don'cha?"

Shaking herself out of her own head, clearly having been getting frustrated thanks to LA Knight's own arrogance, she composes herself swiftly thereafter.

McKenzie Mitchell: "R-Right. Well, Mister Trevor Lee, last week we saw you take a loss to Kyle O'Reilly after some attempted cheating on your part, which some say has cost you valuable momentum going into your Wrestlemania encounter with Shark Boy. Any thoughts on the words from your critics?"

Lee would smile towards Mitchell, showcasing how he had listened intently to her every word, leading her only to more confusion.

Trevor Lee: "McKenzie, las' week wasn't anythin' new for Mista' Trevor Lee. Las' week was just a steppin' stone, darlin'...a mere bump in the road ahead o' my fateful bout wit' mista' Shark at the gran'pappy o' them all. An' sure, people may call me out for tryin' to cheat, an' sure, people may call me out for wastin' momentum...but if people are callin' me out for losin' momentum, then they best be doin' the same for my opponent. After all, y'all saw what happened last week. Mista' Shark suffered a rather unfortunate defeat, an' at the hands o' Mista Buzzard o' all the folk in that there locker room! I mean, sure, I may or may not 'ave los' to mista' O'Reilly las' week, but he is a champion. He holds onto that there Prime Time Medal wit' pride, he is someone who, more likely than not, I will be seein' again in the future when I 'ave to put him an' his precious step-sis into the groun' for darin' to try an' strike down the future U-Dubya-Eff Worl' Champion before his prime...but mista' Buzzard? Mista' Buzzard ain't no champion, mista' Buzzard ain't no medalist, mista' Buzzard...why, he's jus' the stock-standard definition o' a sin, darlin'."

McKenzie Mitchell: "A...sin?"

Trevor Lee: "Yessiree, a sin! Specifically, miss Mitchell, he is the textbook standard o' envy - always wantin' what others have, without actually puttin' in the work to get it himself! An' while I do have some small amount o' sympathy for the man havin' to deal wit' mista' Genetic Freak two-point-oh bein' hot on his heels, I simply do not 'ave the time to truly be able to help him like he clearly needs right 'bout now! See, I am far too busy dealin' wit' mista' Shark goin' into Wrestlemania, havin' to gameplan 'round him, havin' to prepare myself physically an' mentally for any type o' assault he can put forth!"

McKenzie Mitchell: "Yes, and speaking of the UWF World Champion, what are your thoughts on what happened to Grado? Being kidnapped in the middle of Shark Boy's match clearly seems to have left the UWF World Champion in a rather disorientated state."

A small frown forms on the face of Mister Trevor Lee as she says this, as he looks...saddened? He looks to not be in high spirits for sure, as he shakes his head.

Trevor Lee: "Truthfully, it is a darn shame, miss Mitchell. It is a darn tragedy what 'as occurred wit' mista' Grado, an' for Shark Boy's own sake, I truly do hope he finds his frien' as soon as possible. I wouldn't want to be headin' into Wrestlemania wit' a handicap over mista' Shark, after all, given his current...hostility, shall we say?"

Shaking his head once more, Lee mouths the words "darn shame" one final time, while McKenzie simply nods.

McKenzie Mitchell: "Yes, but with friends being brought up...what has happened with Andy Williams? The Butcher hasn't been seen since Royal Rumble, and last week you seemed to imply that he has disappeared, even to your knowledge. Is there any update on that front?"

Lee's face brightens up as he nods, smiling wide while holding his phone higher.



Trevor Lee: "Actually, yeah, McKenzie! I have an update on the whereabouts o' Andy Williams, thankfully, after bein' lef' wit' nothin' but radio silence the past few weeks, my best frien' in the whole gosh darn worl' finally reached out to me, an' gave confirmation that he is safe an' sound! In fact, he should be returnin' sometime this week to the U-Dubya-Eff!"

Lee would then pull his phone up to McKenzie's face, showing his "proof" off to the interviewer...



Pulling the phone away soon after, Lee would remain smiling, before seeming to come to a realization as he looks back at the interviewer.

Trevor Lee: "Ah, I almost forgot! Darlin', I apologize, but I think I'm gonna' 'ave to cut this 'ere interview short - I got a really important message to sen' off, an' I don't want it to wait any longer. So miss Mitchell, I'll be seein' ya' 'round now, a'ight?"

Giving a small wave, Lee would walk off-screen, leaving McKenzie even more baffled than before at him knowing her name...this had been an interview that...went well? It seemed foreign, given who she has dealt with previously, but she still looks to sign off...yet the camera remains on Lee, getting a glimpse of the message he has to send...



From this shot of his screen, Revolution will roll on...




The scene opens on Batista entering his office after his match.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Alright, time for the good…

Batista stops in his tracks as he surveys his beloved office in disarray.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: ….

Batista is trembling with rage, unable to get any words out. The Guild suddenly enter and are just as struck speechless by the sight. Batista notices them.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Do you see this? Do you see all this? Someone came in here and made themselves comfortable. They had some shrimp and got sauce all over my suits and furniture, they broke my chair, they had a cigar and burnt my tux and Goldust’s wig, and they thumbed through a script that was sitting on my desk! Now tell me why the hell any of this was allowed to happen! Where the hell were the two of you?

The Miz: Well…

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: That’s it! One, or all, of those damn Dudleyz did this! I told Spike to take his beating and leave it be but no, the little bastard can’t follow instructions any better than the two of you can! Well I’m going to find those damn Dudleyz and beat the shit out of them!

Batista angrily leaves his office as The Guild are left looking at each other as Revolution continues elsewhere.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!



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

Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by DDP... from Boston, Massachusett, weighing in tonight at 201lbs, he is The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.

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

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

The stadium then 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.

Chimel: And his opponent, 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.

As Tony steps through the ropes to leave the ring, the fans - as well as the crew - are surprised to hear another song hit the PA.




The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He's dressed in his normie clothes as he heads down the ramp.


Phillips: Oh brother. Here we go. What on Earth is Sami Zayn doing out here?

Ranallo: Last week, Sami offered a friendly hand to Will Ospreay, volunteering some guidance and something or a partnership to the new signee. Perhaps after things went south against Spike Dudley, Billy G.O.A.T. decided to take him up on that. He indicated earlier he was going to stay in the back, but perhaps he's out here to even the odds with DDP in Ciampa's corner.

Graves: It's worth noting that Ciampa was caught uttering threats towards Sami, too. So maybe the Forever Champ is just here to keep a weather eye on the Psycho Killer. You can't be too careful when it comes to the crazy ones.


Will looks over his shoulder to see Sami come over to stand by the apron in his corner. He's already applauding and cheering the Commonwealth Kingpin on. Ciampa just shakes his head and mouths "Really?" to Will, who smirks and shrugs, happy to irk his opponent so early on. DDP calls up to Tommaso to stay focused as the the Referee calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The bell sounding might as well be a pistol at the starting line of the Espom Derby, cause Ospreay is off to the races, brother. The Brit shoots across the ring and - sorry to mix metaphors - swings for the fences. He pops his arm out with all the juice he can squeeze, attacking with a back-handed forearm strike that's much more lariat than chop. Its a knockout blow fo sho, but this ain't Ciampa's first rodeo.

Tommaso ducks the strike and steps around Will, whose momentum carries him towards the ropes. When the Commonwealth Kingpin gets his balance back and turns around, the former IC Champ is right there, ready and waiting. Ciampa clips Ospreay with a much more controlled elbow, connecting with Will's chin.

The cost of precision is power, and while you can see a lil welt starting to form already on Billy GOAT's jawline, the hit is accepted with a smile and a nod, not unlike a cup of morning coffee at the drive-thru now. Whatever else you wanna say about this slimey limey, he likes himself a good wrestling match - ya know, a proper fight - and he's sure he's got one now, especially when Ciampa hits him with a follow-up.


Phillips: I got the feeling with we're in for a good one tight, fellas. Ospreay's unreal skillset up against the incomparable grit of Ciampa makes for a fascinating stylistic match-up.

Ranallo: EC3 has been signing free agents from all over the globe en route to Wrestlemania XII. He's pulling up the brinks truck to the best and the brightest to ensure that this year's show is the most spectacular one yet! Now we're getting never-before-seen dream matches like this one on a weekly basis.

Graves: Will Ospreay has been a dominant force on the international scene for a long time and has looked incredible in the UWF since showing up. His stock is only going to rise with The Forever Champion in his corner.


Sami's sporting said singular tag team title over his shoulder. So many new faces on the roster these days. It kinda makes you wonder if ol' Sami won't have to put that bad boy on the line some day soon. But who knows? Who knows?

Anyway, the match is happening up in the ring still, of course. Ciampa went to the well one-to-many times with the strikes so Will finally countered by grabbing an arm and whipping his opponent across the ring. Tommaso dips under a clothesline from the Brit on the rebound, and just like he did before, steps behind the guy, plants, and waits for the opportune moment to strike.

Except now, Ospreay knows what he knows, and when he pivots, he's dodges the expected retaliatory shot from Tommaso and uses the momentum from said evasion to toss his whole body up into the air to nail an ensiguri. His size whatever boot rattles of the Psycho Killer's head and sends him stumbling loopy towards the perimeter of the ring.


Ranallo: Oof! Nice shot by Ospreay there!

Graves: He's got DDP looking worried!


That might be an exaggeration. As Dallas watches on from ringside, its not so much concern on his face as it is the look of a man who is taking this seriously - but he knows what his boy is capable of and offers up some of that sage Page advice he's famous for. The inane antics of an overzealous Zayn shouting at Ospreay to "KILL HIM" on the other side of the squared circle don't go unnoticed by DDP, though. Every few seconds, he's taking his eyes off the action to cast a wayward, sus glance at the irritating Franco-Canuck.

Ospreay pursues the bald-but-bearded superstar across the ring and aims to lock him up in some kinda hold. Not so fast, Will! Ciampa catches his opponent trying to catch him, and with a hasty little slip and dip, wraps up some arms and brings Will down to the canvas at a forty-five degree angle with a backslide! The Commonwealth Kingpin's shoulders hit the canvas and the Referee comes in to count it...



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Ospreay manages to roll himself backwards to escape the pinning combination right after the second count.

Being that that was the most obvious way out of trouble, Ciampa had a back-up plan locked and loaded in the chamber. He pops up hyper fast and goes headhunting with a knee strike to the now-kneeling United Empire leader. Ospreay is able to catch the leg coming in, however. He stands up, still gripping the limb, shaking his head to let his foe know it ain't gonna be that easy.

Tommaso is hopping on his one free leg and takes a swing at Will to shake him off. The Brit eats the punch but doesn't want to take another. He whips the leg around, spinning the Sicilian Psycho like a Beyblade. When Ciampa's back it exposed, Ospreay catches the head in a neckbreaker kinda way to stop him, then whirls around to nail the a humongous elbow!


Ranallo: I believe he calls that one the Chelsea Grin, but Ciampa sure isn't smiling now.

Phillips: Sami Zayn sure is, though.


In an arena full of booing fans, Sami is doing his best to drown them out as he supports his new friend. Ospreay stays focused on the work, though, drowning out Zayn and the naysayers alike as he follows up with a Superkick that knocks Ciampa off of his feet. Rather than simply dropping down for the pin attempt, the Commonwealth Kingpin travels in style, hucking a gainer to splash down across the torso with a standing Shooting Star Press before shooting the half on a terribly-winded opponent.



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Ciampa shoves him off before the third count! DDP pumps a paternal fist as the crowd cheers in relief. Ospreay curses out the Ref cause he was pretty sure that that was a slow count. Stripes disagrees.

Will gets right back to work, peeling his foe off of the canvas and hauling him up to a vertical base. Tommaso's out on his feet - he stands where he's left, swaying like a tree in the breeze. Ospreay points down at DDP, winks, and dedicates this next one to the Guru.


Ranallo: Cheeky as always! Looks like Will has Diamond Dallas Page in mind with this one.

Graves: DDP of course famous for his Diamond Cutter - a maneuver that Will Ospreay has elevated and perfected into a work of art.


Ospreay runs for the ropes and jumps on to the middle one to launch himself backwards. He's looking for his patented OsCutter, of course. Except oh snap! Ciampa catches him on the rebound cause that's what happens when you give up your back!

Will lands on his feet with Tommaso gripping him a choke hold. The crowd goes wild as, for the first time, Ospreay looks real nervous. You can see it in his eyes. Ciampa's peepers, meanwhile, go bloodlusting black like a shark that's caught the scent and is coming in hot for the kill.

The Psycho Killer launches into a feeding frenzy, holding Ospreay's neck in one hand while pounding on him with the other. The closed-fist strikes are super effective but quickly draw the ire of the Official, who comes in to tell Ciampa to cool his jets. With the damage rapidly and efficiently done, Tommaso changes course to avoid a DQ. He steps around Will before giving his own nod to DDP as he calls for a Cutter.


Graves: What the hell! Ciampa should be disqualified! This is an athletic contest and he's in there going after Ospreay like some kinda wild animal.

Phillips: This isn't competitive basket-weaving, Corey. It's wrestling. Sometimes it gets a little heated in there. Don't act like you've never seen a punch before.


Check the audacity on Phillips! Graves scowls at him but says nothing as he and the thousands in attendance look on at Ciampa preparing to deliver the killing blow. Before he can execute, though, Ospreay finds the gumption to shove him off. Tommaso staggers forwards towards the edge of the ring. The Official is in the way and has to dive to the side to avoid it - turtling up like a coward in the process. That leaves him blind to shenanigans, and Sami Zayn capitalizes in a flash.

The Forever Champ leaps on to the apron quicker than a hiccup and blasts the oncoming Ciampa with a belt shot to the bald dome. Ciampa is rocketed backwards into the waiting hands of Ospreay. Even as Will takes hold of him, he looks down at Zayn, annoyed, as if to say "I don't need your help - I had this" while Sami just shouts at him to finish the job.


Ranallo: What! No! Sami Zayn just hit Tommaso Ciampa with that confounded title belt of his!

Phillips: The Ref didn't see it! This is a travesty!

Graves: This isn't competitive basket-weaving, Phillips. Sometimes it gets a little heated in there.


Ooh, that sassy Corey! Ospreay shakes his head again, not thrilled about the assist but also not one to look a gift horse in the mouth for too long. He hooks some arms and hoist his opponent up to deliver a wicked deadly Stormbreaker! Ciampa's turned inside out and up and over before smashing into the canvas. DDP gives up his pursuit to beg the Ref not to make the count when Will covers, but as far as the Third Man is concerned, there's been no foul play, so he counts it off...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
WILL OSPREAY!


The fans boo and boo and boo some more when Will's tune hits the PA. As the Ref raises his arm, Sami slides in and shoves him aside so he can do the honours instead, celebrating with Ospreay. The Commonwealth Kingpin looks a bit peeved with the Forever Champ, but before he can even mention it, DDP comes into the ring and gets in both of their faces.

Will puts his hands up like "hey, its just business." Dallas yells at him then singles out Sami. He's got a balled fist. Is he about to swing on Zayn?


Ranallo: A dirty rotten ending to a promising match is about to go from bad to worse.

Graves: My opinion? Ciampa hasn't been the same since DDP came into his life, and now that old man is about to get them into even more trouble.

Phillips: What does Sami Zayn stealing a win have to do with Diamond Dallas Page?


Before DDP can go after Sami, Ospreay blasts him from behind with the kind of homerun forearm he uses for the Hidden Blade. At first, Sami looks almost horrified by the violence of it, then cracks a smile cause Will saved him. On cue, El Duo Dynamico come barreling down the ramp to join in as Zayn puts the boots to Ciampa and DDP. Ospreay stands back and surveys the damage while the fans make it known they don't approve of any of this.

There's no sign of security coming to make the save as La Luchadora and El Generico pick up the now-battered Ciampa and hold him in the corner, setting him up for a Helluva Kick. Sami's about to take his shot, then pulls up, offering it to Ospreay instead. Will just shrugs and lines Ciampa up in his sights...


Ranallo: This is too much! Isn't anyone going to stop them?

Graves: However much we pay security, it isn't enough to convince them to try their luck against the elite wrestlers standing in that ring right now. There isn't any -





The place comes friggin unglued! The Notorious 187's music is damn near drowned out by the cheers as Homicide makes his return. And he isn't alone! Sin Cara follows him down the ramp as the both of them run in to make the save. Ospreay looks like he might actually stay and fight until he notices Zayn and his goons getting the heck out of dodge. With the numbers game against him now, the Commonwealth Kingpin follows suite in fleeing the squared circle just as the Cartel Members slide under the ropes.

As the bad guys flee the scene, Homicide calls for a microphone.

Homicide: Ey man the hell.

The microphone isn’t working and Homicide chucks it at Sin Cara and he finally gets another one handed to him and the fans cheer like crazy.



Homicide: Is this bullshit working??

Fans cheer going crazy and Homicide begins to speak.

Homicide: Sami Fucking Zayn. Yeah yeah EC3 I will pay the fine for cursing but this little bitch right here tried to end my career. I worked so hard to rebuild from the bottom and your dumbass tried to end me. Oh no Sami I am not finished with you, and what I want is a match with you next week at Spring Break!

The fans give a big pop and start chanting “Homicide.” and Homicide continues to speak.

Homicide: I need to show you what happens when you mess with a man who is named after a violent crime. You think it was real cute but it won’t be cute when we get into this ring next week. And I see the look on your face with your little duck face friend over there. You think that it isn’t happening. Oh no it is happening so I suggest this to you puto. I suggest you go to your wife and children and hug them tighter than usual. You than look them in the face and you say to them: “This gonna be the last time you’re going to see my face normal.” Revenge is a dish best served cold. Braaaappppppppppppp.

Fans cheer as Homicide looks more angry and Sin Cara points at the two men who are at the ramp.






UWF Revolution continues to roll as the camera switches to Damien Priest and Dominic Mysterio walking through the arena seemingly headed to Cody Rhodes to attack him once more. During the walk Dominic Mysterio seems scared and confronts Damien Priest.

Mafia Dom
You don’t actually think this new side to Cody Rhodes is dangerous right? You saw the blood he left on Balor’s door, I didn’t sign up for this. I signed up to beat up guys not hunt Demons. Who knows what this evil side is capable of, he might be...

Before Dominic Mysterio could finish his sentence Damian Priest takes his hand and gives Dominic a big slap across the face stunning Dominic for second but they continued to walk.

Damien Priest
Listen to me kid, any chump could put on a mask and buy some fake blood from the halloween store. Don’t let these guys fool you into thinking they're actually some kind of threat. He’s the same guy that puts blonde dye in his hair. He isn't to be taken as a threat for real he’s softer that biscuits.

After hearing Priest’s little rant Dominic had a change in heart about the ongoing situation. After thinking about it a little more he began to speak to Priest.

Mafia Dom
You’re right, I don’t know who he thinks he is. Trying to play mind games with us eh? Do we look like we play games around here holmes? Does this look like recess time I’m gon show him for trying to use Reverse Psychology and all that stuff.

After all that talking they had finally reached Cody Rhodes locker room.

Damien Priest
That’s what I’m talking about, go in there and kick his ass.

All the confidence leaves Dominic’s body as he finds out he’s going in Cody’s locker room alone.

Mafia Dom
Wait, you're not coming in with me?

Priest gives off a little laugh before he answers Dominic.

Damien Priest
This chump, this shouldn't take longer than 2 seconds you got this.

Priest taps Dominic’s back as he pushes Dominic toward the locker room door. Dominic is a bit hesitant at first but after a while he opens the door and steps behind.

As soon as Dominic reached through the door he was met with a Chair shot by Cody Rhodes. The lights begin to flicker as Cody Rhodes seems to lose all control and continues to smash Dominic over his head just before the light goes out Cody gives off an evil laugh alerting Damien Priest. The lights turn back on as Dominc is left bloodied on the floor with a message written on blood on his chest left by Cody Rhodes.

"Welcome to Hell, Finn Bálor."

By time as Damian Priest appeared Cody Rhodes had already vanished with the wind, but upon finding his partner in crime on the floor bloodied he screamed out.

Damien Priest
Dom!



The scene fades with Damian Priest holding Dominic Mysterio.




The scene opens on Batista walking angrily through the backstage halls.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Dudleyz? DUDLEYZ? I know you’re in the arena, damnit! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE!

Batista is a man possessed is he starts angrily turning over whatever he can get his hands on.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I’ll find you and you’ll pay! YOU’LL PAAAAYYYYY!!!!

Revolution cuts away from the angry meltdown to something less chaotic.




The camera cuts backstage, to a man running, Leyton Buzzard, out of breath runs through an open door, He slams the door shut behind him as he leans back and slides down the door, tired and exhausted from all the running, Buzzard runs his hands through his hair before…

EC3: Ahem!

It’s a familiar clearing of the throat, a voice we’ve heard for years as the head of Revolution, EC3, The camera slowly turns to reveal the Owner of UWF who is staring daggers into Leyton Buzzard…



EC3: Buzzard! What the hell are you doing barging into my office? You know what, I don’t even want to know. Just get the hell out.

Buzzard looks down as he gets berated by his boss for the interruption and weekly shenanigans. Buzzard poens his mouth to speak in response to EC3’s message.

Buzzard: It’s Bronson he is following me everywhere I go it’s part of this conspiracy against me, I mean first it is theTHINGS you call fans but now it’s also BRONSON, Word on the street he has been offered 100,000 for my head and you’re allowing it… now that I mention you and the UWF fans have more than enough money to play with Buzzard, I do everything I beat Sharkboy last week by my own hands and I get this genetic mutation trying to remove my head from my shoulders. It’s crazy how you and your cronies allow this to happen to Leyton Buzzard, A NEW CLASS OF WRESTLER!….

Buzzard steps forwards away from his back against the door to press his questions, momentarily taking his mind off the cat and mouse with Steiner…

You don’t look like this is a surprise to you. Are you sure you aren’t the reason for all my pain and hardships? I don’t believe it, No, EC3 holding down Leyton Buzzard it wouldn’t happen, I mean, no surely not but… EC3 you need to get the beast under control, You need him removed from the premise and charged for… aggravated assault, Or attempted manslaughter. Blood will be on your hands if you do nothing. Unless you rea—

Buzzard seems to annoy EC3 with his constant complaints and insistent request…

EC3: I don’t care enough about you to even bother putting out a hit on you. Quite frankly I thought I fired you like 3 times already. Look, I don’t care about whatever little thing you got yourself caught up in. You deal with your own problems. I’ve got a big show planned for next week and I’d like to get back to work. Unlike you, I actually have important stuff to get to so I’m not going to repeat myself again. Get the -

EC3 goes to tell Buzzard to leave as Bron Steiner breaks down the door surrounded by arena security who are all trying and barely able to hold Steiner back from Buzzard. Leyton, realizing the situation smiles at Bronson as he has a barrier of bodies between the two men.

”Get him out of here, The IQ of this room went all the way down”

“You wanna talk smack about my IQ you tiny little prick? Well if the IQ has tanked, at least the testosterone is through the roof! Just like my family, I’m a Genetic Freak!”

Steiner muscles past a security guard and gets half a step closer to Buzzard before two more men underhook his arms and drag him back again.

“What you goin’ to do dog? All bark, no bite.”

“I’m gonna kick your scrawny punk ass! They’ll need dental records to identify what’s left of you!”

Steiner roars as he once more rips free. He comes within a hair of Buzzard before he is once more pulled back by security.

“Enjoy jail it’s where all the Steiner’s belong”

“You put some Goddamn respect on that name if you’re gonna speak it, or I’ll beat it into you!”

“Clearly you need the money after your family’s addiction to steroids sent you broke, Broke ass Bronson!”

Buzzard feeling overconfident with Steiners constraints leans in, He slaps Bronson right across the face. This time, Steiner breaks free and grabs him around the throat, threatening a chokeslam on the boss’ desk! But Leyton squirms free just as security once more grabs Steiner.

Leyton realizes the error of his ways and has the fear of god strike him to the core as he quickly moves behind EC3 ready to push him into the Second-Generation Stud.

EC3: That’s enough, the both of you! This is a wrestling company. You got a problem, we’ll solve it in the ring next week. I’ve got plenty of guys out for revenge so that’s why UWF’s Spring Break will be held in international waters where there is no law. So until then, if either of you decide to lay a hand on one another, you’ll find yourselves out of a job. Now for the final time, get the hell out of my office.

Steiner seems to ease up, knowing he’ll finally have the opportunity to bury the Bristol-born Bastard. Buzzard relaxes as his hand is still holding onto the arm of the Owner of UWF who shoots him a look. Buzzard looks at his hand and quickly removes it from the boss’ jacket.




VS



“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, but unlike previous times, the man isn’t coming out alone. As to either side of him stands “Mafia” Dominik Mysterio and Damien Priest, his two hired hitmen seeming all too pleased to be directly assisting Finn here tonight.



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

The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild with boos for them man who has targeted Cody Rhodes mercilessly. 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.

GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!





The raw guitar driven sound of WOLF's 'Shark Attack' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to go wild. Shark Boy marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar, but unlike most other times, there is no jaw jacking from the UWF World Champion. Shark Boy wastes no time storming down to ringside his eyes fixed on the task in hand, even as fans reach out to their favorite 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 not for the corner, but directly for Finn Balor, as the referee fails to hold the world champion back from immediately getting in his opponent’s face. Even with Balor not backing down, the staredown continues on, as Shark Boy forcefully throws his vest off directly into the face of Dominik Mysterio, and drops the UWF Championship to the mat. This, however, is just for Shark Boy to free himself up, as he takes the first swing at Finn Balor!

DING DING DING

With Shark Boy already going after Finn Balor, there would be no time wasted for the UWF World Champion - it is all guns blazing here tonight, especially given the mental state he has been left in from what occurred last week. With Balor stuck on the receiving end of a proper Mudhole Stomp, the referee would be forced to get involved in the action from the onset, trying and failing to get between Shark Boy and the downed Finn Balor, with a DQ count soon beginning.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

As Shark Boy refuses to break, the referee would be forced to get even further invested in the action, pulling Shark Boy away from the corner and verbally reprimanding the champion for his temper, declaring that his actions could get him disqualified if he does continue onward.

Corey Graves: ”Look at this, Shark Boy is letting that temper of his get the better of him! How befitting for our so-called world champion, acting like such a mindless brute - not a hint of decency!”

Tom Phillips: ”Decency? Corey, his best friend got KIDNAPPED last week, in case you’ve forgotten!”

Corey Graves: ”Yeah, and maybe if he didn’t have such a short fuse, I’d actually feel sorry for him! But instead, I’m thinking right about now that getting kidnapped may be the best thing to happen to Grado, given it gets him away from this lunatic for the time being!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”Shark Boy looks to be on the warpath right about now, guys! Regardless of what you think about his temper, it might make for a difficult night for one Finn Balor right about now!”

After being assaulted from the word go, Finn Balor would escape outside of the ring, trying to catch his breath, just like his theme song, but this isn’t time for a grand entrance - instead, it’s time for an exit, as Shark Boy leaves the ring to get after his opponent once more. However, as he gets outside, there is Damian Priest standing in the way between him and Finn Balor. The bigger man stares down at the champion, openly inviting him to try and brush past him, which Shark Boy tries to do so, but gets stopped by Priest bodyblocking him. With Balor recovering on the other side, thanks to Dominik Mysterio’s aide, Priest would continue to impede the path of the UWF World Champion.

Finally, Shark Boy would simply have enough of the fun and games, and straight up shove Priest to the side to get at Balor…but by that point, Balor has recovered, and shows it by decking Shark Boy with a forearm strike to the face! Reeling back, Shark Boy would be sent staggering by another forearm, then another, and a fourth. With his back to the turnbuckle post, Balor would stop and wind up for a fifth shot…but Shark Boy isn’t a fool. He knows how this usually goes, so as Balor throws the forearm, he ducks, expecting Balor’s wrist to crack against the steel post…and it does!

Balor immediately clutches at his own arm, feeling the effects of skin and bone meeting steel as the forearm misses, but with how he is holding onto it…perhaps there is a true injury here? Balor seems genuinely hurt, as he rolls into the ring, drawing the referee’s attention away from the outside, just as planned. With Balor escaping back inside, Shark Boy looks to enter the ring as well, but is stopped by the grip of Damian Priest, who drags the champ back down to the floor and begins battering him. A brawl breaks loose between the two, but it is the factor of “mafia” Dominik Mysterio that gives the advantage to Priest, as the two double-team Shark Boy on the outside.

Tom Phillips: ”Oh come on! Why is it that people can just get away with ANYTHING in regards to the UWF referees?!”

Corey Graves: ”I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tom! I’m more concerned with the fact Finn Balor could have a serious arm injury thanks to that missed forearm!”

Tom Phillips: ”THERE IS A BEATDOWN HAPPENING FIVE FEET IN FRONT OF US, COREY!”

As though his voice served as a wake-up call, Priest and Mysterio would look to end their beatdown of Shark Boy, as Priest rolls the champ into the ring, right on time too, as Balor’s “injury” fades away, with him scrambling to make the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

With Shark Boy kicking out emphatically, it would be made clear that more work needs to be done. This go-around though, Finn would be more than okay getting his hands dirty, rather than leaving it to Priest and Mysterio, as he looks to exact some sort of revenge on Shark Boy, locking him in a rather stock standard armbar on the mat. Working away at the shoulder, the UWF Champion would writhe in pain as Balor cranks away at the joint, eventually transitioning over into a proper Fujiwara Armbar, flattening out on the mat for maximum effect. With each wrench from Finn, another call from the referee would come, making sure that the champ is still in this…but yet, there wouldn’t be a single word coming from Shark Boy’s mouth; no jaw-jacking, no mouthing off, not even an “EH-EH”. The champ just remains silent…eerily silent, and this only adds to Balor’s ferocity. Feeling he has the champ where he wants him, on the verge of tapping or passing out, Balor wrenches back one more time…but this just lights a fire inside the champion. Fighting up to his feet, Shark Boy begins to work against the hold, before eventually reaching a vertical base and doing what he does best - brawl his way out of trouble. With a clean shot across the jaw, Balor releases his grip, and Shark Boy is left slugging, even with him being temporarily down an arm from the pain of the Fujiwara.

Finn would slug back, catching Shark Boy across the jaw with a hard right hand, as the classic BOO YAY spot begins, both men trading back and forth, to and fro, neither giving an inch, until a swift kick to the midsection from Finn would set him up nicely. Bouncing off the ropes, Balor would look to grab Shark Boy for a Slingblade, but the champ counters, shoving him off the ropes once more, and launching on top of him with a Lou Thesz Press! Punches rain down as though they came from the heavens themselves, each one finding their mark across the forehead of the demon king, until the ref once more pulls Shark Boy off of his opponent.

Still, though, it is clear he’s got some shit to work through, as he goes bouncing off the adjacent set of ropes, and returns with a Pointed Elbow Drop across the skull of Balor! With Balor groggily trying to get to his feet following the assault, Shark Boy would begin pounding the Irishman into the corner once more, before going deeper into his animalistic roots and biting the face of Finn Balor!

Mauro Ranallo: ”And now the vicious side of Shark Boy emerges! This is the man Trevor Lee should be fearing come Wrestlemania!”

Corey Graves: ”You mean this cheatery on display?! Shark Boy should be disqualified for such blatant disregard of the rules, Mauro!”

Tom Phillips: ”And Finn Balor shouldn’t after Damian Priest and Dominik Mysterio beat down Shark Boy on the outside earlier?!”

Corey Graves: ”When did that even happen, Tom?!”

With the referee admonishing Shark Boy one more time for his cheating, it would seem all for moot, as Shark Boy would simply toss Finn Balor down, eyeing his prey, smelling that blood in the water, as he seems set for the Chummer…but as soon as he is in position, something tells him to turn around. Some instinctual response courses through him, as he spins, and there is Dominik Mysterio on the apron! With zero hesitation, Shark Boy would rush ahead and clobber Dom, sending him off the apron in a hurry, drawing the ref’s attention towards the attempted interference, but this would prove as enough for Priest to slide into the ring, spinning Shark Boy around-BUT HE GETS CAUGHT WITH A KICK TO THE GUT, AND A CHUMMER TO PRIEST SENDS HIM OUT OF THE RING!

With both his allies down, though, Balor would look to take advantage, charging into Shark Boy for an attempted Shotgun Dropkick! Smashing into the corner, Shark Boy would stagger forward rather than falling, and Balor would grasp the neck of Shark Boy, trying for the Bloody Sunday…but Shark Boy instead floats over, spins Balor around, and drops him with a Chummer as well! Yet still it would not be over for Balor, as Shark Boy takes grasp of him, and with a few more steps, locks him into the Peruvian Necktie! Trapped in the center of the ring, Balor would struggle for a few seconds, only to tap out in the end!

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..SHARK BOY!”

As a few seconds pass by from Tony making the call, Shark Boy would continue cranking the hold on Balor, despite the tapping out, only FINALLY letting go as the referee forcefully pulls him away…and only then would Shark Boy seem to go back to his usual self, looking down at Finn Balor and beginning to jaw-jack towards The Demon King.

Tom Phillips: ”Well, despite the interference from Priest and Dominik here tonight, in the end, Shark Boy continues to prove why he is on top of the UWF!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”And a return to form here couldn’t have come at a better time. Grado’s kidnapping might have just made Shark Boy into that much more of a dangerous competitor!”

Corey Graves: ”Oh, it has made him dangerous, alright. Shark Boy was already a menace beforehand, but now? The man is downright unhinged, and it might just be me, but I am FEARFUL for our mayor come Wrestlemania if Shark Boy continues acting in such a despicable manner!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”Well, at least you acknowledge that you are in the minority this time, Corey.”

With the referee raising Shark Boy’s hand, and Balor being helped to the back by Damian Priest and Dominik Mysterio, Shark Boy would find himself looking up for a few seconds at the Wrestlemania sign, before realizing where his focus has to lie - getting Grado back, no matter the cost. Finn Balor might not have been the one to have done it, but this was still a first step to be taken by the self-proclaimed sheriff in his investigation-



Tom Phillips: ”Woah, guys?! We’ve got company, here!”

With that stinging bass riff playing throughout the arena, the attention would turn ramp-side, as such a blistering sound could only indicate the arrival of one man, of one formerly-AWOL right-hand man of mister Trevor Lee; “The Butcher” Andy Williams.

Corey Graves: ”Folks, we really are in ‘Mania season! Look at who is FINALLY back, for the first time since the Royal Rumble! ‘The Butcher’ is back!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”But why now?! Shark Boy just went through hell with Finn Balor, what the hell could Andy Williams be wanting with him now?”

Corey Graves: ”Well, Mister Trevor Lee has been nothing but courteous to Shark Boy so far, maybe he’s having Andy send a gift to the champion? I wouldn’t put it past the Mayor of Harlan to be sending Shark Boy something nice after the trauma this psychopath suffered last week!”

Tom Phillips: ”Yeah, right! Do you see Andy bringing anything out with him, Corey?! Trevor Lee is just using Andy to send a message ahead of Wrestlemania to the UWF Champion!”

Staring down from the ramp, The Butcher would eye up Shark Boy, a clear intensity in his face, but it would be Shark Boy whose gaze would match, if not surpass that of Andy’s, as the UWF World Champion beckons Andy down to ringside…and it seems clear that The Butcher is all too willing to oblige! Marching down the ramp, Shark Boy would stand firm in the middle of the ring, yelling for the big, nasty bastard from the backwoods of Kentucky to come and meet him eye-to-eye, all the while Andy’s steps would be taken faster and faster, until both men meet in the ring…and the two begin throwing hands! With Shark Boy striking first, the fans would be electric to see the UWF Champion bring the fight to Trevor’s right hand man, with each blow being met with resounding cheers! Even as Andy gets a fair few shots in, it would seem as though Shark Boy has his number, until Andy would reach out, grab the arm of Shark Boy, and attempt to tear it clean out of its socket with a yank, bringing him to his knees!

Tom Phillips: ”OH THIS IS JUST SICKENING! Trevor Lee has sent down his quote-unquote ‘friend’ The Butcher to try and make it so Shark Boy can’t even REACH Wrestlemania!”

Corey Graves: ”Hey, don’t besmirch the name of Mister Trevor Lee like that, Tom! I am just as shocked as you are! I mean, Andy has been AWOL for the past few weeks, who is to say this isn’t being done under his own volition?!”

Tom Phillips: ”Yeah right, Corey! Do you think Trevor Lee really lets Andy act on his own accord?! Talk about a truly toxic friendship!”

With Shark Boy grimacing in pain, The Butcher stares down at him with disdain, before raising one arm, calling for a potential Slice to seal Shark Boy’s fate…but as he runs the ropes, the lariat is ducked, and Shark Boy fights back once more! Rights and lefts batter at the head of Andy, the big bastard taking blow after blow with only staggering effect, but effect nonetheless, as he is beaten into a corner! From there, Shark Boy begins pummeling away with kick after kick, stomping a mudhole and walking it dry, all over Andy Williams! The man doesn’t seem to know what hit him, as the UWF World Champion looks to be firing on all cylinders, even after taking a hellacious beating from Finn Balor and his two hitmen just minutes ago!

With Andy pulling himself out of the corner, it would appear as though Shark Boy is looking to send Andy packing back to his friend, as he stalks the groggy Butcher, seeming ready to connect with his third Chummer of the night and ensure this potential plot of the Harlan mayor blows up spectacularly…

BUT THEN FROM BEHIND COMES A SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL WITH THE UWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, KNOCKING SHARK BOY CLEAN TO THE MAT?!

Mauro Ranallo: ”WHAT THE HELL?!”

Tom Phillips: ”I THINK MORE ACCURATELY, MAURO, WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!”

With the cameras trying to get a good glimpse of the assailant, the man would keep his head low for a moment, clutching onto the UWF World Championship…before dropping it to the mat, and throwing his arms wide, seemingly basking in his own assault on Shark Boy with a joyful expression on his face.



Tom Phillips: ”T-THAT’S…”

Mauro Ranallo: ”THAT’S LANCE CADE! WHAT THE HELL IS LANCE CADE DOING HERE?!”

Corey Graves: ”HE’S COMING TO THE AID OF ANDY WILLIAMS IS WHAT HE’S DOING! LANCE CADE IS HERE TO SAVE THE BUTCHER FROM THAT PSYCHOPATHIC WORLD CHAMPION!”

With a look of manic glee on his face, Lance Cade would eye The Butcher up and down…before rushing over to him with a massive hug! But this isn’t giving the people what they want, not by a longshot, as the crowd erupt in a massive amount of heat, especially as Andy briefly returns the gesture given his way, before the two refocus their attention onto the downed world champion. As Shark Boy struggles to his feet, Lance looks on with a sadistic, almost euphoric level of satisfaction and pride in their attempt to fight back…only to bounce off the ropes and connect with a Northern Lariat to the back of the head, leading perfectly into The Butcher making a dead sprint for the ropes, and rebounding to connect with The Slice, wiping Shark Boy out completely!

With Shark Boy down and out, Lance Cade would be jumping for joy, appearing all too excited to make such an impact, but Andy? His eyes are elsewhere, as he holds up the UWF World Championship, staring at it intently…before gently laying it across the chest of the downed UWF World Champion. With Cade continuing to celebrate as though he had made the game-winning play of the Super Bowl, and Andy’s gaze only intensifies at the unconscious champion, Revolution would roll on…




The titantron would cut to Ciampa sitting backstage in the Medical room, Kayla Braxton would walk on screen and begin to screen.



Kayla Braxton: Ciampa I just wanted to talk to you about…

Interrupting her, Ciampa would grab the mic off her.

Ciampa: Let me guess you wanted to talk about what happened out there, how I was seconds away from beating Sami’s latest stooge but that Ginger troll had to involve himself and take me out with that dumb ass false title that he walks around with acting like he’s hot shit and then afterwards him and Osperay permanently tried to take me out of the game but like everyone else who has tried in the past, they failed.

Sure before they could do anything Homicide came out and made the save and you know what, i’ll thank him for that, he showed he was a bigger man than those two shit heads out there tonight and I hope at Spring Break he gives Sami the beating of a lifetime but Homicide I ask you, don’t take him out too much because I want next.



Sliding off the bed, Ciampa would hobble to his feet, Kayla offering to help him but he waves her off


Ciampa: You might notice that DDP isn’t here right now. He had to be taken to a local hospital because of the beating those two gave him. Now I can understand people taking me out, i’m a threat on this roster but DDP, he’s just my guru ok. He’s here to make sure I stay on the right path but Sami and WIll took him out. A legend dedicated to this business. Now while Will is to blame, Sami is the puppet master, he’s the toxic source and he needs to be removed.

Sami, I was willing to allow you to go along with your pathetic existence on this roster, staying in your delusional little fantasyland were you’re the must see guy on this roster but tonight, you crossed a damn line and i’m sick of giving you chances. All bets are off now Sami and its time you got what was coming to you from me and once Homicide is done with you, you better keep an eye over your shoulder.

With that Ciampa would pass the mic back to Kayla and limp off, leaving a stunned looking Kayla as we fade out.




Away from the action we see the resident oddball Danhausen putting down some gym equipment before making his way over to where the camera is positioned.
Danhausen
Now Danhausen understands that many, including himself for that matter, have one eye glued to the fast approaching bigger picture that sits on the Ultimate Wrestling mantle once every human year of calendar, but until that point in time is reached then a great deal of work remains to be done, and Danhausen would contest that few did better preparation than him last week. For starters, his prior words of warning clearly had a startling effect on False King Edward, who decided that the best decision he could make was to stay at homehausen. Then he followed the opening of the show by putting that outspoken youthful upstart MXC in his place when it looked like his ego was about to get blown out of control, and the successful evening was then capped off with a long awaited victory over Davetista, the man that was ultimately responsible for denying Danhausen a one hundred percent Wrestlehausen record. But whilst Danhausen considers the scorehausen with Davetista to finally be settled once and for all, the same cannot be said for the other two entities mentioned.

Danhausen pauses and rubs his hands together for a few seconds before resuming.

Danhausen
If Edward thinks that he can deny Danhausen a shot at regaining his very nice, very prestigious title by hiding at home whenever it damn well suits him then he is very much mistaken. To this day he still does not fully comprehend what having that championship truly meant to Danhausen, and if Danhausen has to chase him to the ends of the earth and beyond in order to reclaim it then that’s exactly what he’ll do, because he will not sit just sit idly by and accept being cheated out of what is rightfully his. And the same goes for plucky irritants like MXC who think they come in and steal Danhausen’s shot away from him. Now don’t get Danhausen wrong, he always has and always will have the greatest level of respect for the Cryme Tyme medal and the purpose that it serves in gifting greater opportunities, considering that’s exactly how Danhausen went about earning his original title shot so many moons ago. But regardless of whether it’s MXC, Mr Diabesity or anyone else in between that manages to hold on to that trinket for the minimum required time, Danhausen will not freely accept being made to wait around to get his shot at redemption at the expense of others. Danhausen is a fair combination of very nice, very evil as well you all know, but when it comes to getting what he cares oh so deeply and dearly about, do not doubt his ability to veer more towards one of those personality aspects than the other!
With Danhausen’s latest message now sent, the cameras break away to run a commercial.




As Revolution carries forward, the next scene causes a bit of confusion, because much like a movie, a series of credits begin rolling. An upbeat song plays as various animated characters run around the background of the credits, showing off their personalities through their actions. The camera begins to back away from the credits, pulling away from the TV and eventually, pulling behind a couch, where we see the heads of three people, sitting together having just finished a movie night. The person in the middle exits the streaming app and is about to shut off the tv when they're interrupted.

Oldest Daughter
I wish Dad could have watched that with us. I know he was looking forward to seeing it in theaters with us but...

With that, the figure in the middle places a hand on her daughter's shoulder, pulling her in for a side hug as the camera swings around to the front, showing the Copeland family, sans Edge.

Beth Phoenix
I know sweetheart, it's been tough getting used to his schedule. I'm sure he'd be very excited to watch this movie with you both again though, once he's able to.

Youngest Daughter
Why couldn't Daddy watch the movie tonight? Is he that tired from work? His room has been dark since he got home.

Beth Phoenix
Well, Daddy's still hurt right now, so he needs all the rest he can get so he can get better.

Youngest Daughter
But even I can't sleep that long. I've tried!

Beth tousles the hair of her youngest with a smile as she tries to think of a way to explain the situation to her youngest. Before she can, it's the oldest that chimes in.

Oldest Daughter
Do you remember the time Dad took us out for ice cream because we both finished our summer chore list super fast?

The youngest nods vigorously.

Oldest Daughter
Remember how Dad said you could order whatever you wanted so you got the most humongous bowl of ice cream they had? And how you ate it so quick that it made your head hurt and you thought it was going to hurt forever?

The youngest nods timidly, holding her head remembering the pain.

Oldest Daughter
Well, that's what Daddy is dealing with right now. His head hurts a lot, even the lights hurt him, so he's gotta stay in the dark until his head feels better. But once his head feels better, then he can go back and beat up the meanie head who hurt him. Right Mom?

Both girls look up at Beth, hoping for a positive reaction, but Beth's lack of a quick answer causes the enthusiasm to fade.

Beth Phoenix
I hope so, but even if he doesn't go back to work to beat up that meanie head, I just hope he's ok in the end. So he can watch all the movies and get all the ice cream with you girls. And then, if Daddy can't go beat up that meanie head... then maybe Mommy and Unccy Jay can teach him a lesson or two. Now go and get ready for bed, you still have school tomorrow and remember to stay quiet. Too much noise will hurt Daddy's head.

Both girls give their mom a kiss on the cheek as they scurry off to their room to get ready for bed. The youngest going so far as to tip toe around to avoid making noise. This grants Beth a moment to giggle to herself before her mind wanders back on the doctor's prognosis of Edge's concussion. The word indefinite floats around in her head for a while as the scene starts to fade away and Revolution rolls on.






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.



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

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


Kyle comes out of the corner with his hands up in a fighting position like he's Sagat in Street Fighter. MJF meanwhile comes over in Balrog stance and it looks like we might be getting a full on arcade style fight but MJF instead just sticks his hand in front of Kyle's face and flicks him off. O'Reilly ends up jumping up and wrapping his legs around the arm, flipping Friedman onto his back into the Vanilla Bar! MJF claps his hands together to prevent it from being fully locked in. Kyle uses his boot to kick at his hands but the Salt of the Earth rolls him over to pin his shoulders to the mat!



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Kyle breaks the hold to kick out in time! He runs at MJF but eats a punch to the face! Kyle shakes it off and asks if that was his best shot. MJF delivers another punch and O'Reilly just laughs. For all that talk about punching five times harder, Kyle isn't impressed. The Prime Time Medal holder unleashes a flurry of punches, forearms, a Calf Kick, a Muy Thai Knee Lift and finishes up with a Leg Sweep to knock the foul mouthed asshole right on his back. MJF is flustered and rolls out of the ring to regroup. He's not that safe as Kyle hits the ropes and comes flying out with a Suicide Dive but MJF levels him with a punch to the face on the way down! Now Kyle is rolling on the ground, having his own momentum turned against him. MJF decides to make matters worse by picking him up and throwing him shoulder first into the 5000 pound steel steps!


Mauro Ranallo: MJF may be softening that shoulder for the Fujiwara Armbar.

Corey Graves: Good. Kyle wanted to see who's Armbar was better and now he'll go on to regret that.


Kyle rest up against the steel steps, holding onto his shoulder but his rat bastard of an opponent comes over and kicks the shoulder against the steps! The fans in the front row are booing the hell out of him and MJF pretends to cry before giving them the jerk off hand motion. Classy. Bayley however comes around the corner and yells at Friedman. Maxwell looks annoyed but tries his best to just ignore her. He picks up Kyle and throws him back into the ring before following in himself. Kyle is on his knees trying to get up without putting pressure on his shoulder but MJF pulls him in and hooks both arms before flipping him over into a Double Underhook Shoulder Breaker! Kyle sits up and yells out in pain but MJF forces him down to the mat to make the pin.



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O'Reilly kicks out! The Royal Rumble finalist leans over Kyle and grabs his head with one hand and starts punching him in the forehead with the other. The ref counts to 4 until he has to physically pull MJF off instead of disqualifying him. Bayley yells at the ref that he should have just called the match right there but MJF tells her to shut her whore mouth. Again, classy. The Salt of the Earth comes back over to Kyle and grabs him by his face, pinching into his cheeks like he's scolding a child. He brings him up just enough and winds up another punch but Kyle grabs onto his arm and gives him a Snake Bite!


Mauro Ranallo: The Snake Bite! I haven't seen that since the Playground Riots of 1972!

Corey Graves: How childish do you have to be to give your opponent an Indian Burn?

Mauro Ranallo: ...

Tom Phillips: ...

Corey Graves: What?

Mauro Ranallo: You can't say that anymore Corey.

Corey Graves: Oh no am I cancelled!? Give me a break!

Tom Phillips: I'm all for cancelling you.


MJF yells out in pain but just punches Kyle in the face.. O'Reilly staggers away to the ropes and MJF runs at him, giving him a Clothesline over the ropes! The Prime Time Medal holder hangs on and keeps himself on the apron. MJF walks away thinking he's taken out the trash but turns and sees him. He runs at him and Kyle sticks his leg through the ropes to boot him in the face but MJF catches it and DDT's it onto the mat. Kyle winces in pain and pulls his leg out. He's hobbling over, grabbing his ankle and MJF gives him a knee to the face! He grabs onto Kyle so he doesn't fall to the floor and instead pulls him between the ropes and gives him the Heat seeker Piledriver! He drags Kyle to the center of the ring to make the pin.



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O'Reilly kicks out! MJF grabs the injured arm and pulls Kyle back up to his feet. He turns around and slams the arm over his shoulder for an Arm Breaker and Kyle retreats right away to the corner holding his shoulder. Friedman is looking very pleased with himself and runs over to dish out more punishment but Kyle this time catches him with a Jumping Knee Lift to the face! Message me on discord if you read this. MJF stumbles back a few paces and Kyle levels him with the Harpoon Torpedo! The upstart rolls away and tries to get back to his feet but he's on jell-o legs. Kyle lifts him up onto his shoulders and begins to spin round and round until he slams him down to the mat with the Velocicopter! O'Reilly holds his shoulder for a second but fights through the pain enough to make the cover.



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MJF kicks out! He turns over and tries to crawl away to the outside but Kyle grabs him by the back of his trunks and pulls him up from behind. He looks at Regal and shoots him a look before reaching around his opponent and sets him up for the Regalplex! Maxwell fights back by punching up at Kyle's head a few times before biting down on his grip. O'Reilly lets go and walks away shaking his hand. He turns back to Maxwell but eats a Superkick to the jaw! O'Reilly is out on his feet but doesn't go down. He looks all kinds of loopy but that doesn't stop his body from fighting on pure instinct, swinging wildly at MJF, or at least the direction he thinks MJF is in. The Salt of the Earth just laughs and ducks the swings.


Corey Graves: Haha! MJF is toying with his food.

Tom Phillips: If I was a wrestler I'd never let Kyle O'Reilly take swings at me no matter how out of it he is.

Corey Graves: Well it's a good thing you're not a wrestler Phillips. Although I'd love to see you get embarrassed in the ring every week rather than have you hear beside me.


Max is having is fun dodging the punches that have virtually no coordination. He's bobbing and weaving while staying just out of O'Reilly's range. He circles around him before just Clotheslining him in the back of the head. Max has got the medalist on all fours and so he comes around to his head and shoves it between his legs. He pretends to put out a cigar on his back before lifting him up for the Powerbomb. O'Reilly comes to life and drives a few Elbows down into his skull and flips him over into a Hurricanrana but has also transitioned it into the Vanilla Bar! He's got full extension this time and MJF yells out in pain. Bayley is on the outside yelling at Max, being as annoying as she can. It looks like MJF might tap to fight another day but Bayley's incessant taunting seems to drive him to find another way out. He simply turns his head and digs his teeth right into O'Reilly's thigh!


Tom Phillips: And now he's resorted to biting to get out of a hold. Is there a low he can't reach?

Corey Graves: I'd be careful if I was him. You don't want any of that diabetic blood coming into your mouth. Although he could oust Kyle and become the new face of diabetes.

Mauro Ranallo: That's not how diabetes works.

Corey Graves: Who knows how it works.

Mauro Ranallo: Well science for one.

Corey Graves: One of the world's truest mysteries.

Mauro Ranallo: It's not a mystery.

Corey Graves: Agree to disagree.


O'Reilly breaks the hold and hobbles over to the ropes to check the bite. No blood but teeth marks. Bayley pulls out a fanny pack and unzips it, sifting through the insulin shots to find a disinfectant wipe to clean her step bro's leg. MJF comes running over but O'Reilly counters with a Back Elbow to the face. Friedman stumbles back a few paces and Kyle runs at him only to get scooped up and planted with an Alabama Slam! Bayley hops on the apron and yells all sort of things at MJF that I'm too uncreative right now to come up with. Tired of hearing Bayley's voice, MJF runs over and decks her with a punch to the face that knocks her off the apron! Kyle sees this and is practically foaming out the mouth. Despite being a long standing member in the He-Man Woman Haters Club, that's his sister yo! He runs at MJF and knees him in the gut. The Salt of the Earth falls to the mat and O'Reilly turns him over and mounts him, unloading with a series of palm strikes to the face. The ref gets on him for this and counts to 4 before Kyle transitions into a Vanilla Bar once more! MJF is close enough to the ropes that he scooches over a bit and gets his feet under the ropes. The ref yells at Kyle to break it but he won't release the hold. After a 5 count he has no choice but to call for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification MJF!




Mauro Ranallo: O'Reilly has had enough to MJF.

Corey Graves: What are you talking about? He clearly just got himself DQ'd so he doesn't lose the medal. He knows he couldn't beat MJF.


O'Reilly still won't let up but Regal comes into the ring and stomps on him. O'Reilly lets go and looks up at Regal as MJF rolls out of the ring. Kyle stands up and Regal starts to slowly back away. Kyle wants a fight and Regal smiles. He pulls out the brass knuckles from his jacket and puts them on, telling Kyle now he's ready. O'Reilly is gonna go through with it until he sees LA Knight at ringside and he's got his Prime Time Medal in his hands. Kyle takes a step towards exiting the ring to give chase but he loses his balance and stumbles, his blood sugar apparently dropping. Knight takes off into the crowd and Regal looks like he's gonna strike Kyle from behind but MJF yells for him, unaware what he was doing. Regal decides to leave the ring and help MJF. Bayley comes into the ring and helps her brother. Shje tells him they'll get the medal back as Knight taunts them from the crowd and the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW


Credits


Promos - Respective TTers
Shark Boy vs Balor - Leedles
MJF vs O'Reilly - Danny
Ospreay vs Ciampa - Fauche
Kingston vs Cody, Knight vs Batista - Jye

[Evolution J]

I honestly have nothing to say Eddie Kingston.

[Dres]

A lot of great storytelling in this edition. The Lee promo let me know someone was joining up with him but I wasn’t expecting Lance Cade. I’m a fan of bringing in lesser known or less successful guys and giving them a run though so this was a nice surprise well executed.

Had fun brainstorming with albo on how to continue things and coming up with Spike rummaging through Batista’s office. Another beautifully written segment and it was fun to react to with Batista going off.

A lot of other great promos in this one too. Gotta hype the return of Chase as the beloved duo of Homicide and Sin Cara. Seeing a continuation of things for Edge was cool to see too and more Buzzard/Bron stuff was also welcome.

Of course I had a blast trash talking with Cwalker. Wasn’t sure how many rounds we’d get but then the thread really took off and that was great. Jye made both of us look good and I can live with the DQ. Until we meet again, Cwalker.

If I didn’t specifically mention your stuff, I still thought it was great.

[Cwalker]

Lance Cade was probably the last person I expected to see in an E-Fed. Kudos on the originality.

A lot of very good promos. Balor and the Mafia are entertaining; especially Dom being the little brother of sorts.

A lot of very well written matches; even with the DQ finishes. Keeps everyone looking good. Spike coming to save Knight keeps the Spike/Batista story flowing but also plays into Spike/Knight as well.

Great job overall. Looking forward to Spring Break. Have a couple ideas for segments

[Jye]

Review Time with Jye (Missed a week but what can ya do?)


36 Mafia: Dom needs that pay raise muchacho, I like the take on these three, Priest feels like the big brother to Ex-Con Dom or now better known as Mafia Dom….

No color coding on the Kingston Promo made it hard to read: I enjoyed Kingston giving zero fucks I am scared of this Kingston. Great fucking promo though was great to read despite the lack of beautiful color for my eyes.

Spike makes himself at home Ferris Bueller style: I love Spike mocking Knight behind his backk with the lemme talk to ya. Good promo ramsacking Batista’s office. Some good humour among the wall of text.

Ospreay: Ciampa bruv, you’ve gut a problem bruv, I like the Kingpin got some momentum with this run. Zayn having confidence in young willy the direct to dvd prequel of free willy.

Rhodes Vs Kingston: I wrote this match reading through the TT’s was good, Rhodes had one of his best tts to date but I felt reading it that he repeated a few points, Overall a good thread from both guys. Kingston killed it I tried to give both guys plenty to work with going forward.

Knight Promo: I repeat myself every week with my compliments to Cwalker so from now on I will reframe: Knight reasoning behind not wanting to acknowledge Spike.

Steiner Promo: I have loved working with Crann on this feud we’ve both got the want to make this feud more. I did offer him 200,000 to call of the feud but Crann rejected it.

Hollywoo Champion: I mean Kyle has a point… Never have I seen Kurt Angle cash in his olympic medals for a wwe title match.

Knight Vs Batista: My other match the thread in this match was fun to read, I wrote the two men going for a “I can do what you can” for a bit of back and fourth which I thought fit both egomaniacs. I wrote the ending with Spike coming in that way because I thought that even if Spike gave everything to Knight he’d still reject him…

Sharkboy Promo: I wanted to brag about beating Sharkboy more but in my eyes Buzzard atm is more preoccupied with Bronson. Sharkboy needs to put some respect on Buzzard’s name. Good promo from SB as always…

Can I repeat myself again: I swear every week I say the same thing about the same guys, Leedles killed it with this promo. I mean Buzzard is a dual champion and a record holder for longest title reign in UWF, Even if unacknowledged. He also is the winner of the Buzzard Cup. Gettin a glimpse of Lee’s messages gives an idea of whats to come…

Batista finds Spikes mess: I enjoyed the short promo of Spike pissing of Batista that bit mroe…

Spreay vs Ciampa: Good match I enjoyed reading yet another Fauche match, It really feels like Ospreay is next in contention for a title. Ciampa with tough luck but I am sure Gunn will pull it back…

Homicide promo post: I liked what I ready to see what happens at Spring Break…

Cody a vampire?: Learning from our boy Randy Orton…

Batista stealing Brons gimmick: nuff said

Collab Promo: Would love if people read this but TLDR: Tune in for Springbreak because Buzzard fights Bronson Steiner in a blowoff to our feud…


Balor Vs Sharkboy: Well written match good to see Sharkboy pick up the W this should of been main event just for Lance Cades appearance.

Ciampa giving a cold warnign straight to Zayn…

Danhausen Promo: Hope andy wins the #1 contender match next week..

Took me a moment: Saw this update for Edge, hopefully soon

MJF Vs Oreilly: Danny wrote a great match with the lessened schedule of writing I have seen improvements in Danny’s writing. I have been trying to help Danny with as much as possible and it’s good to see it paying off. Mjf getting the win here was no surprise(Sorry Fauche)…

[crann]

Holy promos, Batman! You can definitely tell it's Mania season because the fed is bumping, but I feel like this is more than just the Mania hotness. There's some really talented guys plugging away in the fed right now and as a guy who has been around for a few different seasons of the UWF, lemme just say, this might be one of the most competitive I've been around for.

I'm loving working this program with Jye. Buzzard has been the perfect chicken shit guy to bounce Steiner off of. Makes my boy look like an absolute beast week in and week out while still getting his own gimmick over. And the man (Jye, I mean) is putting in work. I think we both want to elevate this from midcard to be one of the marquee bouts so we're going full tilt. I hope everyone else is digging what we're putting down.

Course, there's no slouches in the feud field, either. The potential three-man dance between Knight, Batista and Spike has me super interested as that's three vets right there, and you know things are gonna start to get real hot in that world title scene too.

Other things I'm watching with great interest: Danhausen, Kingston, KOR, MJF – feels as though this is the nucleus of the Intercontinental Division and it's kind of a broker's dream, isn't it? Reminds me of the days back on Thunder when DNU and Danny were holding down a super competitive midcard with Neville and Juvi. The only thing I don't envy the bookerman on is having to choose who he elevates and when, because any one of these guys has the quality to give the world champ a run for his money.

Some solid matches on this one, too. Batista and Knight was a standout for me, but I liked the messy resolution to KOR/MJF too. Makes me feel like there's more to that one to come, and that's great, because those two killed the thread.

Roll on, fellas.