Revolution 3/9/23

[Danny]

We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Tom Phillips: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips alongside Mauro Ranallo and former International Champion Corey Graves and guys, what a stupendous show we’ve got planned tonight!

Mauro Ranallo: Right you are, Tom. For example, we have great tag team action as Homicide and Tommaso Ciampa pair up to take on Will Ospreay and Sami Zayn.

Corey Graves: That’s a lot of star power but speaking of star power, the, “Hollywood Animal” is going to be in action when he faces Hulk Hogan!

Tom Phillips: Also on tap, Batista’s recent enemy Spike Dudley will test his luck against Jeff Jarrett.

Mauro Ranallo: That and Cody Rhodes will lock up with Eddie Guerrero.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, YEAH! LA Knight and the O’Reillys will do battle against Danhausen, Eddie Kingston, and MJF!

Tom Phillips: All that and other developments as we continue down the road to Wrestlemania!




Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match!



"Homicide" by LL Cool J hits the PA System and out comes the "Notorious 187" Homicide!



Homicide comes out and the fans cheer. Homicide puts the gun signs up and than he fake shoots his pretend guns and makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him. Sin Car follows closely behind.

Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Sin Cara, from Coconut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York this is the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!

Homicide enters the ring and gets to the top turnbuckle removing his bandana and throwing it to the fans. He throws up a gang sign representing his LAX days. Homicide than jumps down from the turnbuckle and is ready for the fight at hand.




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

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

Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa would bump fists with some audience members. 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 some crew member, getting into the corner he does some stretches before turning round to sit in the corner, waiting for what's to come.

The stadium erupts into a sea of green light, "Lysergically Yours, My Psychedelic Bride" by An Albatross kicks in on the stadium sound system. 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 their opponents, first, weighing in at 220 pounds, fighting out of Rainham, England, he IS the Commonwealth Kingpin of the United Empire, The ASSASSIN, WILL OSPREAY!"



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

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




The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current? World Tag Team Champion Sami Zayn. He has the title in his hands and dances with it on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belt around like he's got a big one.



Chimel: And finally, being accompanied to the ring by El Duo Dynamico, from Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!

[Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match. El Generico and La Luchadora aren't far behind, and stand ready at the apron.



Homicide volunteers to kick things off for the good guy side. Ciampa just gives him a lil nod, conceding the ring as he goes to the apron. On the other end, Sami can't get through the ropes fast enough. Ospreay turns to find his partner standing on the edge before they can even talk about. The cocksure Brit just shakes his head while Sami offers up some encouragement to his new protege.

With two competitors now ready in the ring, the Referee calls for the bell.



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DING DING


Will Ospreay kicks things off by circling around the perimeter of the ring, sticking close to the ropes while staying light on his feet. Homicide moves towards the middle, staking his claim there while waiting for his opponent to come to him. As Ospreay gets towards the opposing corner, he throws a quick cheap shot at Ciampa. Tommaso ducks to avoid getting tagged and looks like he's about to come through the ropes to retaliate.

The Official rushes over to restore order. He ain't about to let this thing go off the rails before it can even get going. After ensuring Ciampa is going to stay put, the Referee goes to admonish Ospreay about being cheeky. Will actually pulls him aside towards a neutral corner, asking for clarification about the rule set, stating that its "different in England, bruv". The audience boos while Homicide stands in the center of the squared circle, arms crossed, just waiting for the clowning to be done so he can fight somebody.


Ranallo: A less experienced competitor might get thrown off their game by the shenanigans and stalling of Will Ospreay, but Homicide is as seasoned a vet as we have here on Revolution. He's going to wait for Billy GOAT to get it out of his system then get to work.

Graves: First of all, if Homicide is an expert on fighting dirty, it's because the Cartel are literally the worst human beings to ever participate in any sport in history. Second, there's absolutely nothing wrong with Will Ospreay asking the Referee to clear up any misunderstandings in the rules. He's used to wrestling with Red Shoes Uno as the third man - that's like having Chuck E. Cheese as an Umpire.


It's actually all just a dag nasty distraction. When Sami sees that the Official is trapped in Will's net, he whistles at his goons and sends El Duo Dynamico out to cause some mischief. They creep around either side of the ring. Sin Cara goes to cut off the Mexican Minx, leaving Generico wide open to target Ciampa. Tommaso swats him away with a boot, causing enough racket to take the Ref's attention off of Ospreay and back over there.

The Official rushes over to chew out Generico. Homicide turns his head - just for a second - to see what's going on, and that's when Will finally runs in. The Commonwealth Kingpin blasts his opponent across the back with a pair of forearm clubs that knock him to knee. Ospreay then hooks both arms behind the back, Tiger style, and uses that almost like a Thai clinch to feed some knee strikes up into the Notorious 187's chest and face.

After he's landed a few solid shots, Will pulls his foe to a vertical base. Whatever he's planning next gets cut off by a chop to chest by Homicide. The sound of hand on torso echoes around the arena, conjuring up an emphatic "WOOOO" from the people. Homicide then snags a wrist and whips Ospreay towards the ropes. Impressively, the Brit hand springs in the cables and then also handsprings back to blast the Cartel member with a Robinson Special! His boot lands flush and takes Homicide down. With that, Will tries for a cover...



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Homicide shoves him off after the two!


Phillips: Will Ospreay is as arrogant they come, but there's no denying that he's one of the most impressive athletes in the game.

Graves: And under the tutelage of Sami Zayn, he's only going to get better. That's the scary part.

Ranallo: "Scary" doesn't even begin to cover it.


Ospreay drags Homicide over to the heel corner and tags in Sami Zayn, who's all gun-ho now that the meat's been tenderized. The Forever Champ vaults himself over the ropes and batters D with a double ax-handle. Old school. Luchadora and Generico take a reprieve for tormenting the opposing corner to cheer their beloved leader on as Sami takes down Homicide down with some stomps. After landing a particularly nasty one to the face, Sami drops down to make a pin...



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Homicide pushes him away right after the first count, cursing him out all the while. A flustered Zayn immediately tags Will back in before he even gets a chance at a breather. Ospreay looks just a little bit irked by that, but comes back in anyway. Pulling Homicide off the canvas, he looks to lock in a front headlock only to get knocked back by a wicked uppercut!

Ospreay stumbles back then gets turned inside the heck out with a West Brooklyn Lariat! The Notorious 187 collapses down on Will after leveling him with the clothesline and shoots the half...



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Will kicks out at two. Homicide sits up, shakes the last of the cobwebs, and turns his attention on the home corner. Ciampa's got a hand extended and brother, it gets tagged.


Phillips: Ciampa tags in!

Ranallo: And I'm sure he can't wait to get his hands on Ospreay.

Graves: I'm surprised these two can even coexist. It feels like just yesterday they were at each others' throats over the Intercontinental Championship.


Ciampa gets a full mount on the still-recovering Ospreay and just starts pounding on him. When the pointed elbow strikes turned into closed fists, the Referee intervenes, telling him to let up. Tommaso relents and gets up, then drags Will to his feet. He grabs a front headlock and a fistful of tights and vaults his opponent up for a vertical suplex. Amazingly, Ospreay spins out and counters with a Stundog Millionaire!

The Psycho's Killer's head snaps back when his chin bounces off Ospreay's shoulders. He staggers back into the ropes and bounces back towards Will, who's waiting for him. A lesser man might be too dazed to function, but muscle memory's got Tommaso in a violent fugue state, and even after eating that stunner, he's somehow got the wherewithal to pop off some offense. So he catches Ospreay on the way back with a vicious knee lift, then dips under his opponent, scoops the guy up and then nails him with an Air Raid Crash!

Sami winces as he watches his protege get crumpled like an unwanted valentine card. The fans, on the other hand, are cheering their hearts out as Tommaso makes the easy transition to a pin from where he and his foe landed...



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Both Generico and Luchadora dives under the bottom rope to break things up. Ciampa sits up, fuming, as they roll back to the floor. The Ref is pissed too. He's threatening to kick them out. Probably he should. But he's all talk. Sin Cara takes matters into his own hands by going after La Luchadora. He starts scrapping with her at ringside, quickly gaining the upper hand before whipping her into the barricade!


Ciampa makes the tag to Homicide. Generico comes circling around the ring to help out his partner but Tommaso jumps down to the floor to cut him off. He's fed up with the shenanigans. Week after week with this bullspit. They messed with DDP, they just cost him a pin - enough's enough.

The Psycho Killer walks towards Generico, fists clenched. El Generico backs away, hands up all innocent-like, but Tommaso ain't buying it. Generico sees the rage in the man's eyes and turns to run away. Ciampa follows - all the way up the ramp - then to the back?!?!?


Ranallo; Where's Tommaso Ciampa going?

Graves: The guy's a psychopath, Mauro. He can't control his anger.

Phillips: Well he just left Homicide high and dry out here.


Ciampa's heck-bent on getting some revenge. Homicide watches him go like WTF? which leaves him exposed to another cheap shot from Ospreay, who blasts him in the back of the head with a Superkick. Meanwhile, on the outside, a well-meaning Sin Cara looks to take out Luchadora with a Cannonball while she'e seated against the barricade, except she rolls out of the way just in time and the poor guy crashes into the barrier all by himself.

Ospreay grabs hold of the dazed Homicide then hooks his head to hit the Chelsea Grin. The spinning strike drops the Cartel thug to the canvas and Will tries for another cover...



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Homicide kicks out before the third fall. Will looks a little surprised, a little angry, so he decides to seal the deal empathically. The Commonwealth Kingpin scales the turnbuckle in a neutral corner. The fans take a break from booing to hold their breath in anticipation of something spectacular. Sure enough, Billy GOAT delivers, launching himself through the sky while spinning at breakneck speed. Its a 630 Splash. You don't see many of those in the UWF these days.

Its all for not, though, on account of Homicide rolls out of the landing zone in the nick of time! Will crashes and burns!


Ranallo: There's a reason they call those high-risk moves. Will just bet it all on black and it came up red.

Phillips: You see Homicide looking for a tag now but there's nobody there!


Luchadora, absolute c-word that she is, hops up on to good guy corner and makes pretend like she's itching for the hot tag from Homicide, who's hopelessly crawling in that direction. Ospreay, meanwhile, has somebody to go to, and manages to worm his way over to Zayn to get him in there.

Sami scurries through the ropes and goes right after Homicide, peppering him with forearm clubs and such. Once he's landed several good shots, he scoops the Notorious 187 off the canvas and tries for a Blue Thunder Bomb!

Except oh snap, Homicide counters with a hurricanrana!


Zayn tumbles head-over-heels and lands hung-up on the middle rope. Its a familiar setting and the crowd goes bananas for it. Homicide knows what they're thinking and gives the people what they want, heading for the far ropes to build up some speed before charging across the ring to go for a move made famous by an old partner in crime.


Phillips: Homicide coming in hot with the 619!

Graves: This is giving me PTSD.


Homicide grabs the top and middle cables to swing his legs around. Tragically, Sami ducks out of the way to avoid getting creamed by the tiger feint kick. The Cartel member swings through and lands on his feet. Zayn tries to crawl away but gets caight. Homicide pulls him to his feet then plants a knee in his tummy to wind him. He follows that up by spinning the Forever Champ around and hooking the arms, thinking about ending this right head and now with a Grino Killa!

As he gets Sami upside down and inverted, the Canuck's flailing feet nearly knock the Referee of balance. It's not a certified Ref Bump, but its enough to get the guy off his game, giving Luchadora an opening to roll in and tag the Notorious one where the sun don't shine. With that, Sami is able to slip out his grasp. With the fans booing, Zayn dives to his home corner and tags Ospreay in.


Ranallo: This match is a catastrophe. Ethan Carter needs to start implementing a two Official minimum for Sami Zayn matches.

Graves: If you're gonna blame anyone for what's happening in there, it should be Tommaso Ciampa. He just up and left like when Phillips' dad "went to buy some cigarettes" and never came home.

Phillips: Hey...


Ospreay isn't quite so peppy now that he's been beat up a bit - but it's not always flash with this guy. Sometimes he's just about swingin' for the fences, and that's exactly what he does when he comes in low and nasty to obliterate a compromised Homicide with a Hidden Blade!

Jeers rain down like rain in Seattle, Washington. Will has KO'd the beloved Homicide and is just about to go for a pin when a panting, battered Sami Zayn calls over to him for the tag. Ospreay looks over his shoulder lie "Are you serious, bruv?" and Sami isn't serious, he's insistent.

Will looks down at the man he just knocked unconscious - one that's primed and ready for a pin - then back at Zayn - then Homicide - then back at Zayn again.


Phillips: Will Ospreay just won this farce of a match, now Sami Zayn wants all the glory.

Graves: It doesn't matter who scores the winning goal, Phillips, it's the captain that gets to hold the trophy first.

Ranallo: The Commonwealth Kingpin is a man who knows the value of being in a stable. This newfound relationship with Zayn and his ilk isn't one he wants to give up - not when it's been so beneficial to him so far.


Mauro's right, and despite how much it pains him, Ospreay abandons the pin to tag Sami into the match. Zayn tells him to hold Homicide up for him in the corner. Will looks agitated as heck about all of this but complies, setting up the Notorious 187 for Sami to run in and hit an unnecessary Helluva Kick.

The Ref is barking at Will to get out of the ring, and he does so so that the man can count the pin when Sami drops down to shoot the half. The fans are booing the roof off while he does so...



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YOUR WINNERS...
WILL OSPREAY AND SAMI ZAYN!







Sami's tune hits the PA, which just bugs Will all the more. The Referee raises both men's hands while Luchadora climbs into the ring to celebrate with them. Sami comes over to embrace Will, who only half-heartedly reciprocates.


Ranallo: Look, Will Ospreay might not be the classiest competitor in the world, but he deserves better than this. Clearly Sami Zayn is using him to get ahead, just like he does with El Duo Dynamico.

Graves: Oh come on, Mauro. Where was Will Ospreay before Sami Zayn? Slumming it on the indy's? The Forever Champ took that raw talent and turned into actual success. Will Ospreay should be honoured to be celebrating with him right now.

Phillips: Homicide got screwed over once again, which we know won't sit well with him. I just hope that somewhere backstage, Tommaso Ciampa is putting a beating on El Generico.


Who even knows what happened to those two. Meanwhile Zayn and Ospreay and Luchadora continue to celebrate while Homicide and Sin Cara are laid out. Revolution rolls on!




The action in the ring has been explosive so far as Revolution is living up to the hype as the camera's suddenly switch to the backstage area, showing a close up of Renee Young. The crowd start to cheer the blonde bombshell as she starts to talk.



Renee Young: Good evening UWF Universe. Welcome to another edition of Revolution. I am your special backstage interviewer but I'm not as special as my guest at this time. Please welco......

Just then, Renee is stopped in her tracks as she notices something off screen. Renee pauses, seemingly thinking something over in her head. She isn't left there long as she makes up her mind, signaling to the camera man to follow her. The camera man does just that as Renee walks over to a table. The table has a person sat at it, with 2 bottles of champagne in front of him and a receipt next to them. The man is looking down at the receipt before Renee interrupts him.

Renee: I actually had someone else in mind for my interview at this time but ladies and gentlemen, please welcome all the way from Dudleyville.....Spike Dudley.

The camera now shows the figure that was sitting at the table to be Spike Dudley. He lifts his head, looking at Renee and smiling. He gives her the two thumbs up and the camera as well. 



Renee: Would you happen to be able to spare a few moments of your time Spike?

Spike: Honestly Renee, you know Uncle Spike Dudley is normally down to chat to a lovely lady like you but tonight, tonight I just don't have time.

Renee: Oh really? Why don't you have time tonight? Your match is still to come.

Spike: Tonight Renee, I'm in a giving mood. Tonight, I try to mend some fences before I beat Jeff Jarrett. My focus tonight should be on Jarrett and it will be because I know I have to be on my best to not only win that match but to avoid getting that guitar broken over my head. I'm not sure if you know this but my head has taken just a bit too much of a battering recently so I don't know whether that will help...... although it would probably give me less then a headache then actually listening to him play the guitar or even speak would so it might be a less of two evils.

Spike pauses, laughing a little at his joke before he continues on.

Spike: But you see Renee, tonight I've brought a peace offering to L.A Knight in the form of these two bottles and the thing that I'm most proud of..... I'm bought Batista a nice new chair to replace the one that I broke a few weeks ago so if I was a betting man, I'd say tonight I solve 2 of my recent problems and I create a new one when I shut that loud mouth Outlaws face up for good. Now please excuse me Renee, I have some jobs to do.

Spike picks up the two bottles of Champagne, grabbing the receipt as well as he extends his hand to Renee. She accepts, extending hers as well as the two shake heads. Spike bows his head, kissing her hand and thanking her for the words as he now changes one of the bottles to the empty hand that shook Renee's before he makes his exit. Renee looks kind of confused but smiling none the less as Revolution rolls on.




The Revolution logo splashes the screen before we are taken backstage to a close-up shot of the Second-Generation Stud, Bron Steiner.



BRON STEINER
Leyton Buzzard thinks he's gotten one over on me. He probably thinks that by feeding me that no-talent hack Silas Mason at Spring Break, the Second-Generation Stud is off his trail. But let me tell you something, Leyton: if you think my business with you is concluded, you're sorely mistaken. My private investor made it perfectly clear to me that the only pound of flesh they want is yours, and now the bounty has been doubled again. That's half a million bucks for me to do something I love to do anyway, and if you think that makes me any less motivated to track you down, drop you, and break your damn neck with the Recliner, you're dead wrong, punk.

Steiner half-laughs as he runs a hand through his buzzed hair.

'course, I'd be in this for more than just the money at this point. From the off you've been taking digs at me and my family, calling me a dog, making fun of my old man. You haven't run me off your case by doing that, either. If anything, you've just taken a gallon of gasoline and poured it on the fire because if there's one thing I care about, it's the Steiner legacy. And I'm not going to let some scrawny little shit jaw off about my folks with impunity. Buzzard, before this was just business and I was satisfied with that. But now you've made the mistake of making this conflict personal, also. So by my count, one plus one equals two and that means you've just doubled up on the hurt I'm going to deliver when I finally get my hands on you.

Bron storms off and the show moves elsewhere.





The scene opens with "Kingdom Come" by Downstait hits as an upset Cody Rhodes comes out to a huge ovation from the crowd and he comes out wearing short sleeved. He spread his arms out as the pyro went off and he continued to walk down the entrance ramp. He clasps the hands of the fans on his way to the ring as he walks up the steel steps and he walks along the ring ropes. He gets into the ring and he walks over to the announcer. He gets a microphone from the announcer as the crowd chants his name and he stares at the camera.

Cody Rhodes: Can you please turn my theme music off!

The theme music stops playing and Cody angrily stares into the camera.

Cody Rhodes: I honestly want everyone to listen up. I want to address what happened last night at Spring Break. Yes, the so-called Demon Finn Balor managed to win by taking the easy way out. He has to cheat by interference from his hitman Priest and drop from the top to win the match. That is what you called a real coward. Speaking of being a coward. We all know Finn Balor has to dress up in make-up as the Demon to make himself look more intimidating and to make sure he scares me. Well, guess what Finn Balor. You didn't scare me in your horrible makeup and the solution to my match. It took that long for you to actually beat me. I honestly knew you were going to do that. I admit that was something I would do back a decade ago. Bravo on that. But just because you cheated to steal my UWF TV Championship doesn't mean we are done. No, the war between you and I is far from over. I may have started the war and I can promise you that I will end the war on my terms. As you see, I know you remember when I said I will bring some friends with me. Guess what I decided not to do that. Do you know why? It is because I told them I can handle this alone and they agree with me. You and your hitmen may think you got my number just because you dethrone me as the UWF TV Champion. But I can promise you that you only got a taste of a small victory against me.

Finn Balor, I am challenging you to a rematch for the UWF TV Championship. I am going to do this not only for myself. But I am doing it for my friends, family and these beloved fans. Y9ou see they are the one who brought me back. I honestly know you and all the others in the locker room are jealous of me. You all think I am lying to everyone. But deep down, you all are just jealous that I got the support of the fans who enjoy watching UWF. They paid to see us fight for blood and entertainment. As for you and I, Finn Balor. It is more than entertainment for us. It is a bloody war. I can promise you that I am not done with you. Just because you have to use help to win doesn't mean I won't come back for what is mine. No, it would just help me regain my strength and I would not mind going through anyone who is in my path to get back my UWF TV Championship. Even if I have to go through your hitmen and then I would absolutely do it. There wouldn't be a damn thing you can do to stop me.

Finn Balor, as you see. You want me to return to my old roots. You got it. I am going to back where I was a decade ago. I can promise you that the next time you see me. It won't be Dusty's baby boy Cody Rhodes. No, it would be the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes!!!! That would be who you be facing against for the UWF TV Championship. So come out here and face me like the so called champ you are unless you are scared you bastard!!!!

Cody Rhodes waits for the UWF TV Championship Finn Balor to come out.



The fans erupt after hearing Finn Balor’s music as it begins to blast through the pa system knowing that they’re in store for a classic. But to everybody’s surprise Finn Balor walks out with a crutch under one arm and his newly won UWF Television Championship in the over the other. Balor cuts the music short as he raises a microphone and makes his way down to the ring.

Finn Balor
Cody, Cody, Cody, If I were you I’d still be salty too. Look at you having to work after being in a battle for your life last week. Oh wow you’re gonna call yourself the American Nightmare and expect someone to be afraid of you. Didn’t you learn your lesson from the first time Cody? Or Maybe I’ve got to beat some more sense into you? You thought you had it all won Cody You though throwing me overboard was the ending but just like I said I would I came back and sent you home packing to become the New UWF Television Champion, and now you want a rematch? You will get your rematch but on my terms and right now ain’t gon be the time since I’m dealing with an ankle injury after sending my feet straight through your rig cage.




Jeff Jarrett: Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Slow down Slappy's 

Before the guitar riffs can even finish out walks Jeff Jarrett onto the ramp with a mic in his hand. 

Jeff Jarrett: Before you two Slapnuts talk anymore I have a small question to ask the both of you. Have you forgotten about someone here? That's right The Last Outlaw Jeff Jarrett is here to finally claim what is rightfully his. I put that old timer Hulk Hogan in his place on the boat when I pinned him in the middle of the ring fair and square. Speaking of pinning someone I remember a few weeks ago I pinned you, The American Slapnuts, right in the middle of the ring as well fair and square too. So if my calculation are correct, and The Chosen Ones calculations are always correct, that means it time for you to get to the back of the line junior. Ain't no way that anyone is getting a shot the the TV Championship except for The King of the Mountain at WrestleMania. You can enjoy Mania in the back with all the other Slapnuts while you want me take this so-called Demon down and show him what an Outlaw can do. I have the Stroke here and if you don't like it, you can choke on it slapnuts 


Balor takes offense to this but Jarrett gets in a fighting stance. Cody meanwhile exits the ring and starts to walk up the ramp to the both of them. Before any havoc can ensue, security manages to come out and keep the situation at bay. Balor is yelling that he'd kick their asses if it wasn't for his ankle. The trio are kept separated and Balor goes to the back as the show moves on.




Revolution has been a very steady night. The crowd are sitting in anticipation. The UWF superstars have started to arrive in their dribs and drabs. The crowd just want something to happen and aren't made to wait long as the titantron flashes on, the tv screens are taken backstage to Uncle Spike Dudley walking around backstage with 2 bottles of champagne in his hands. His hands are covering the labels so we can't see what is on them.



Spike walks down the hallway, looking over every doorway. He stops a female worker backstage, funnily enough, it's the same female worker that showed him to Batista's room the other week.




Spike: Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know where L.A Knight is hiding away tonight, would you?

Worker: Mr Knight is in his locker room. It's literally straight ahead at the end of this hallway.

Spike: Why thank you....... hey you're the same lady that helped me the other week for Batista's office aren't you?

Worker: Yes I am Mr. Dudley. Happy I could help out.

Spike: What's your name? 

Worker: It's Stacy.

Spike: Stacy hey? You know what, that is the most beautifullest name I have ever heard. I have my own Stacy in case you didn't know. She is my Angel without Wings.

Stacy: I do know about Miss Keibler and your history with her Mr. Dudley. It's actually something I had to learn to get this job.

Spike: I actually haven't seen many workers backstage here at UWF. Where are the rest of them?

Stacy: Well, UWF can't really afford a lot of backstage workers as most of the money goes towards the wrestlers.... mainly Mr. Batista & Mr. Friedman.

Spike: Wait, those guys actually get paid for being here and Really? Batista I get. You know that man is a famous actor and Mr. Hollywood but MJF? Really? I think the word overpaid might be the first word I choose to describe him them. Anyway, I better be off. I have a busy night tonight. Thank you very much for your help Stacy and remember, you are the real heartbeat of UWF. Just keep on keeping on.

With that, Spike nods his head at the worker Stacy who is blushing again. Spike continues on his merry way, swinging the two bottles of champagne freely. He continues down the hallway, walking right up to the door at the end with a big L.A Knight name plate on the door. He takes a big breath of air, thinking again of what he is doing before he knocks on the door. He waits patiently, nothing happens for a while. Spike lifts one of the bottles up to his eyes and begins reading the description on the bottle. He checks his imaginary watch after nothing happens for what it seems to be an age. He knocks again and this time, almost instantly he hear something we have been hearing way to much of recently. 

LA Knight: YEAH!!

Spike takes this as his cue to open the door and make his way inside. L.A Knight is bent over, tying his shoes up. He stands upright, looking at who has come into his locker room. His face changes when he sees that is the Little Runt from Dudleyville. He rolls his eyes, going back to tying his shoes and pretty much ignoring Spike as Spike walks closer. He puts the two bottles on the table, not taking his eyes off Knight as he has a smile on his face.

Spike: Listen, I just want to come by and let you know that a couple of weeks ago, I saw your little UWF exclusive with EC3 backstage. I've felt really bad ever since because you are right, we did trash your locker room.... mind you, I didn't get much say in the matter.

Spike first feels his ribs, then his head still remembering the attack from Batista.

Spike: Now I know you and I are over with and done, both moved on from our little battle that you won fair and square but I wanted to pop by and just express my sorriness for wrecking your room and I wanted to replace the bottle of Dom Perignon that I'm still picking bits of it out of my skull.

Spike points towards the bottles, Knight seems to finally take notice of Spike, seems to get a little excited at the sound of this. Knight walks over to the bottles, picking them up but straight away you can see something wrong as Knight's face scrunches up like his just smelt the worst thing ever. He doesn't seem too impressed as it's now Spike's turn to ignore Knight as he keeps talking. 

Spike: Unfortunately though, Dom Perignon isn't sold in the liquor stores down in Dudleyville and I certainly can't afford $2,500, little own $5,000 so I pulled some strings. You don't actually know how lucky you are. They only had two bottles left in the whole of Dudleyville as it's a vintage drop but I managed to get you two bottles of Drunken Dudley's special home made brew of Champagne which came to a total of $500 all up but I managed to get it for $100..... you know being Spike Dudley in Dudleyville is a pretty big deal. Just imagine how excited Bayley will get if you pull out one of  these next week on your date!!! She will be ecstatic and may even help you get to first base if you know what I mean. She is a beautiful woman, nothing on my Stacy but still beautiful. You wanna know the best part as well..... I don't even expect a thank you either.... not for the bottles but possibly.... just maybe a thank you for saving you from Batista 2 weeks ago.... I could accept that right now.

Spike finally finishes talking.  The key word there is finally as L.A Knight has just looked at him the entire time with a look of disgust and a look of a stunned mullet. Spike finally notices Knight's face and let's Knight finally speak.



LA Knight: *sigh*...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

LA Knight: L....A.....Knight has said it before and L...A....Knight will say it again, 'ya gotta be the most disrespectful person L...A....Knight has the misfortune of knowin'.

Here we go with Knight berating little Spike Dudley.

LA Knight: 'Ya wanna sit here and say that 'ya didn't have a say in trashing L...A....Knight's locker room? Did 'ya know that L...A....Knight had more valuable possession destroyed that evening then 'ya have ever seen in 'ya entire life? And all of that is gone now cause 'ya couldn't defend 'yaself. It's just as much 'ya fault as it is that other big dummy's but 'ya might be more at blame because 'ya proved that 'ya are worthless.

LA Knight: And to make matters worse, 'ya come to L...A....Knight, not with a bottle of The DOM....

Knight once again grabs the bottles that Spike brought to him.

LA Knight: 'Ya brought this? What is this? Moose piss? Let L...A....Knight fill 'ya in on a little secret, runt. L...A....Knight would rather drink Flint, Michigan water than drink this trash. But L....A....Knight shouldn't be surprised. Just look at 'ya. Cheap clothes, cheap liquor, cheap runt. How does that hot piece of ass deal with 'ya? She needs to upgrade to the "Man of The Hour" soon.

LA Knight: And after all the disrespect, 'ya got the unmitigated gall to come in here and ask L...A....Knight to thank 'ya? Thank 'ya for what? In case 'ya missed, L....A.....Knight beat that big dummy, Batista. And yeah, maybe post match, it looked like L...A....Knight was in a bad way. But it only looked like that to 'ya, because 'ya brain is just as small as those pebbles 'ya call testicles. L....A....Knight had Batista exactly where he wanted him..

Ummm....pretty sure Knight took 3 Batista Bombs. Don't think he had the situation under control whatsoever.

LA Knight: L....A....Knight never asked for 'ya help with that situation. Because the truth of the matter is, L...A....Knight never needed it. But what L...A....Knight does need, is for 'ya to take 'ya two dollar ass outta his locker room before L...A....Knight makes change.

After the brow beating, Spike drops his head. He's not getting that "Thank You" this evening. He turns to leave, reaching the door before LA Knight speaks again.

LA Knight: RUNT!

Spike turns around.

LA Knight: Next time 'ya fight him....beat his ass.

That's interesting. Such a different dynamic between Knight and Spike. Spike doesn't say anything; he just turns back around and exits. This leaves LA Knight alone. He goes to grab the bottles that Spike left, and examines it again.

LA Knight: $500 Champagne? And look at this, it's a twist off top. No good runt.

Knight puts the bottle back on the table as the scene fades and Revolution heads elsewhere.




DING DING!

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




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

Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero! And the opponent…



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

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



VS

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Cody extends his arms to each side, daring his opponent to hit him. Eddie obliges, connecting with a right as Cody flinches just barely with the impact and continues to leave himself open for more. Eddie continues to pepper him with rights as Cody is gradually backed into the ropes as Cody suddenly blocks the next punch thrown at him and connects with a Headbutt. As Guerrero is dazed by this, Rhodes leaps into the ropes and comes off of them, connecting flush with a sickening sounding and looking Disaster Kick as Eddie is knocked to the mat.

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia what brain scrambling impact!

Corey Graves: You gotta believe that by leaving himself open for those strikes in the beginning, Cody was setting a trap. He wanted to get to those ropes!

Guerrero is up to his knees trying to shake the cobwebs out as Cody falls to the mat and hits Eddie with a Throat Thrust before kipping up and then pivoting mid-air as he catches Eddie on the way down and spikes his head into the mat with a DDT! Guerrero is sprawled out on his back now as Rhodes ascends the nearest turnbuckle and stands straight up.

Tom Phillips: What’s Cody planning?

Rhodes leaps off and connects with something out of the man that took his Television Championship’s book, the Coup de Grace, as Eddie lays there motionless. Cody reaches down after him to grab him but Eddie suddenly grabs Cody and rolls him up.

ONE!


TWO!


THR…NO!

Cody kicks out just in the nick of time as he creates some distance between Eddie and himself. Eddie starts to do his upper body shimmy, eating up the crowd’s adulation, as Rhodes is none too happy about Guerrero playing around. Cody runs at Eddie and throws a punch but Eddie sidesteps and delivers a kick to the solar plexus at the same time, effectively knocking the wind out of the, “American Nightmare”. Cody leans forward with a gasp as Eddie hooks his arm around Cody’s head and guides him up just enough to connect with a Suplex. After connecting, Guerrero swings his legs around and returns to a vertical base with Cody in tow as he connects with another Suplex. Eddie now swings his legs around and returns to a vertical base with Cody in tow again as he connects with the final Suplex to complete the Three Amigos.

Tom Phillips: Eddie with the trifecta!

Mauro Ranallo: Well the world might only have two a’ Migos but here in the UWF, we have three!

Corey Graves: Too soon, Mauro.

In the ring, Eddie is waiting for Cody to get up as the, “American Nightmare” does so, albeit dizzily. Eddie hits Cody with a straight right as he yells, “I LIE!”. Then he hits him with another right and yells, “I CHEAT!”. Then he follows up with a third and yells, “I STEAL!” as he does the Guerrero shimmy with his upper body again and delivers a Bionic Elbow to Rhodes. Cody pops up immediately after hitting the mat, looking incensed by the disrespect as he starts teeing off on Eddie, alternating between his right fist and his left fist as Guerrero quickly finds himself backed into a corner.

Cody directs his punches to the abdomen now as he delivers several in quick succession, then follows up with an Uppercut. As Eddie is sprawled out in the corner, Cody leaps up onto the middle rope and delivers another devastating Disaster Kick. Guerrero is out on his feet as Cody guides him out of the corner and then flips him from a vertical base to where he’s looking straight up and Cody’s arm is around his throat as the former Television Champion connects with the Cross Rhodes, spiking Eddie on his head again. Cody goes for the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Cody Rhodes!



Tom Phillips: Well there’s no doubt that, albeit it was in short order, a win over a former International Champion is impressive.

Mauro Ranallo: Cody Rhodes has sent a message here tonight that he’s writing his redemption story and we may see him with gold again sooner rather than later.

Corey Graves: If I’m Finn Balor and company, I’m keeping a close eye on the, “American Nightmare”, that’s for sure.

As Cody celebrates his victory, Revolution continues elsewhere.




We go backstage where Kayla Braxton is standing by the door to the C.U.N.T Cave...



Kayla Braxton: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, we're standing by the C.U.N.T Cave, where we'll hopefully get a few words from the UWF Champion Shark Boy regarding last weeks stunning return from C.U.N.T member Paul Burchill.

Kayla knocks on the door and to the crowd's delight former UWF Tag Team Champion, Captain Paul Burchill is the one who answers the knock.



Paul Burchill: Do come in my lovely, I would say mind the stench but I do say the smell of beer and rum does have a certain charm to it - come aboard m'lass!

Kayla steps through the door into the 'cave' where Shark Boy sits in a chair sipping on a bottle of Sharkweiser. Paul sits on a table beside the UWF Champion.

Do ask away.

Kayla Braxton: Well first of all Paul - it's great to see you back it's been almost a decade, why now?, why -

Paul Burchill: Let me just cut you off there love, see there's always questions about the Captain. Where is he?, where is he gone to?, truth be told - I don't even know where I've been these past few years. Sharky tells me they locked me up in a Sanatorium but I strongly, strongly doubt that I mean - what kind of sick landlubber would consider little old me insane?, I think not. No, I've been lost at sea - thrown to the shores of a distant, strange land and for years I waited for the sign. I waited for the calling. And finally it came - a ship in the distance, a fine vessel at that, and with it came a call of distress from my crew mate and I knew it was time to come aboard and save the day. 

Kayla Braxton: Well... seemingly Shark Boy will have filled you in on the goings on in the time you've been away.

Paul Burchill: Ah yes - the small matter of our lovable little chubby friend Grado being kidnapped by some dastardly no good scoundrels... yes, he's made the clear to me and I've made it clear that I am here not only to stand by Shark Boy's side but by Grado's as the full compliment of the C.U.N.T. And so my first mission, my first quest as it were - is to find whoever, or whatever has taken dear Grado and send them straight to Davy Jones' locker where the bastards belong!

Shark Boy suddenly stands up



Shark Boy: Let's get just one thing straight Paul, there ain't no damn mystery about who took Grado hostage. See these past few weeks have been mighty coincidental. First Butcher Boy shows up, next thing ya know, there's Lance Cade preachin' about Harlan and Trevor Lee like a damn ravin' lunatic. See I know there ain't no evidence, I haven't seen no damn proof - but somethin' doesn't add up, somethin' seems... fishy. And if I were a bettin' man?, which I am - I'd bet the whole damn house on Trevor Lee bein' behind all of this in a bid to weaken ol' Shark Boy up before Wrestlemania. As a matter of fact... seein' as I have made myself the sheriff and lead investigator in the ongoin' search for Grado... I think it's high time myself and my esteemed deputy here go and ask some tough questions - let's go Paul.

Shark Boy leaves with Kayla unable to ask another question. Paul stands up beside her and smiles.

Paul Burchill: It was a pleasure love, help yourself to the rum, I've got some rascals to round up, YARRRGHH!

Burchill unsheathes his sword and runs behind Shark Boy telling him to wait up as Kayla stands dumbfounded and we roll on.






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.



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

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

VS

DING DINGA DONG!

YOU!

Hogan points his finger at Batista, the crowd yell with the Hulkster without hesitation, Batista charges forward, attempting to take down Hogan with a powerful shoulder tackle. However, Hogan's lightning-fast reflexes allow him to use his impressive 24-inch python to block the attack, sending Batista crashing to the mat...

Tom Phillips: "Batista charging forward with all his might, but Hogan's quick thinking allows him to avoid the attack and counter with his own strength!"

Corey Graves: "Come on, Tom! Hogan's reflexes might be quick, but they can't match Batista's brute force! He's going to take him down!"

Hogan takes advantage of the momentary opening, bouncing off the ropes with remarkable agility and leaping into the air. But just as he comes crashing down with his notorious leg drop, Batista manages to evade the maneuver, leaving Hogan to land with a heavy thud on his backside...

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan bouncing off the ropes, He is going for the LEG DROP NOO last minute Batista got out of the way..."

Quickly rising to his feet, Batista flashes a confident grin at his opponent, who struggles to stand up while nursing his behind. Despite the setback, Hogan remains determined, As the two men lock horns, Hogan is sent to the ropes, Batista lifts up Hulk Hogan and spins him around before planting him with a canvas shaking spine buster...

Mauro Ranallo:: "Batista with the spine buster! The ring shakes with that impact!"

Tom Phillips: "Hogan is down and in trouble! Batista might have this match in the bag!"

Corey Graves: "I told you, Tom! Batista's too much for the Hulkster! He's going to make him regret stepping into the ring with him!"

But Hogan refuses to stay down. He grits his teeth, the crowd cheering him on, and pushes himself back up, refusing to let Batista gain the upper hand. The two wrestlers circle each other warily, each sizing up the other, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Mauro Ranallo:: "What resilience from Hulk Hogan! He's not letting Batista get the best of him!"

Tom Phillips: "Both men are showing incredible determination and skill in this match!"

Corey Graves: "But let's be real, Tom. Hogan's only surviving because Batista hasn't finished him off yet!"

Suddenly, Batista lunges forward, aiming to take Hogan down with a devastating clothesline. But Hogan is ready, ducking under the attack and bouncing off the ropes once again. This time, he comes at Batista with all his might, his bulging muscles rippling as he lands a crushing blow to Batista's chest with his signature big boot.

Mauro Ranallo:: "Batista going for the clothesline, but Hogan is too quick for him!"

Tom Phillips: "And look at Hogan go! He's not holding back!"

Corey Graves: "Hogan's big boot connecting with Batista's chest! That had to hurt!"

The impact sends Batista reeling, his eyes widening in shock as Hogan seizes the moment, wrapping his massive arms around Batista's waist and lifting him up for his trademark body slam. The crowd erupts with excitement as Hogan holds Batista aloft for a moment before slamming him down onto the mat with tremendous force.

Mauro Ranallo:: "And now, Hogan's got Batista in his grasp!"

Tom Phillips: "What's he going to do here, Mauro?"

Corey Graves: "I'm guessing it's going to be something devastating, Tom!"

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan with the body slam! The crowd is on their feet!"

But Hogan isn't done yet. He climbs to the top rope, Hulkster takes a moment before leaping, Hogan connects with a elbow that just about flat lines Batista as it connects with the center of Batista's chest with an elbow drop. . .

Tom Phillips: "And he's not stopping there! Hogan's climbing to the top rope!"

The impact of Hogan's elbow drop shakes the entire ring, and Batista writhes in pain on the mat. Hogan rolls him over and goes for the cover, the referee sliding into position to make the count. . .

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan with the elbow drop! This could be it!"

Tom Phillips: "And he goes for the cover!"

1. . .

2. . .

No Batista kicks out at 2!

Corey Graves: "No! Batista kicks out at two! Unbelievable!"

Hogan can't believe it, his face contorting in frustration. He thought for sure that he had Batista down for the count. But he doesn't let it get him down, and instead, he pulls himself back up to his feet, determined to finish what he started. . .

Hogan drags Batista to his feet, but the Animal fights back with a flurry of punches and kicks, stunning the Hulkster. Batista goes for a spinebuster but Hogan counters with a back body drop, sending Batista spinning to the mat once again.

Tom Phillips: "Hogan counters with a back body drop, sending Batista down to the mat!"

Hogan seizes the opportunity and climbs the ropes once more, signaling to the crowd with his hand to his ear to raise the decibel levels even higher. The Hulkster stands tall on the top turnbuckle, the crowd roaring in anticipation as he leaps into the air with his famous running leg drop. . .

Tom Phillips: "Hogan going back to the well since he missed it the first time!..."

But Batista rolls out of the way at the last second, and Hogan lands hard on the mat, writhing in pain. Batista takes advantage of the moment, pulling Hogan to his feet, Batista places Hogan between his legs, He lifts him up onto his shoulders, Batista slams Hogan into the canvas with force becoming of his moniker, Batista shakes his head as he looks to go again. . .

Mauro Ranallo:: "BATISTA BOMB!"

Batista attempts to hoist Hogan up in the air, but the Hulkster manages to slip out of his grasp. Hogan swiftly sprints towards the ropes, bouncing back with a burst of energy as Batista stands in wait. However, the moment Batista anticipates Hogan's attack, he is met with a devastating boot to the jaw that sends him down to the canvas.

Tom Phillips: "But Hogan fires back with a big BOOT!"

Despite the impact of the previous attack, Hogan refuses to relent. He pulls Batista back up, his eyes burning with determination as the two wrestlers lock eyes. With an iron grip on Batista's arm, Hogan sends him hurtling towards the ropes, swiftly following up with a thunderous clothesline that sends Batista crashing to the mat once again.

Batista is on his back, Hogan goes to the ropes on the rebound, Hogan leaps into the air before bringing down his leg onto the neck of Batista, Hogan hooks the legs of Batista...

1. . .

2. . .

Batista powers out at 2.5!

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan can't believe it, This is a momentous occasion Hogan just hit the Leg Drop and Batista just kicked out!"

Tom Phillips: "It might play on Hogan, First not being able to get the job done against Jarrett now he hit his wordclass finisher that he has been trying to hit all match didn't do the job!"

Hogan is shocked, the move that has put away countless men unable to put down the Hollywood star, Hogan is beside himself, Batista is still reeling, Hogan lifts the Animal to his feet once more, Hogan whips Batista into the ropes he goes for a big boot once more but it goes over the rope, Hogans leg draped over the rope, Batista connects with a skull crushing lariat to the back of Hogan's head taking him down harshly to the canvas...

Corey Graves: "Batista using his mma background to just about take Hogan's head off..."

Batista smirks as he shakes off the cobwebs, Batista lifts Hogan to his feet before lifting him up and back down with a spine breaking spine BUSTAH!, Batista takes his time as he locks each limb almost showing off, Hogan attempts to fight the End Credits attempt, Hogan is hit with a few shots to soften him up, The animal locks in the End and than locks in the credits, He pulls back on the arm as he finally gets it locked in, Hogan with all his might attempts to escape the hold. . .

Tom Phillips: "Hogan is in a tough spot now, he's taking some hard hits from Batista."

Corey Graves: "Batista is just toying with Hogan at this point! He's showing off his strength by locking in each limb one by one!"

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan is not giving up, he's trying to fight off Batista's End Credits submission!"

Batista can feel Hogan's resistance, but he knows he has the upper hand. He leans back, applying more pressure, and Hogan's breathing becomes labored as he struggles to break free.

Corey Graves: "This is it, Tom! Batista has got Hogan locked in the End Credits submission, and he's not letting go!"

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan is struggling, but he refuses to submit! He's trying to power his way out of this hold!"

Despite the intense pain, Hogan refuses to submit. His muscles strain and tremble as he fights to escape the hold. But Batista is relentless, refusing to let go. Moments pass by Hogan's movements become slower and more labored. His face turns red with exertion, and his breathing becomes shallow. But still, he doesn't give up.

Corey Graves: "Hogan's movements are slowing down, he's losing steam fast!"

Mauro Ranallo:: "Hogan's face is turning red, and his breathing is becoming shallow, he's in serious pain!"

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Hogan's body goes limp. He has passed out from the pain, but he has not submitted. Batista releases him from the hold, and Hogan's unconscious body slumps to the mat. The referee calls for the bell...

Tom Phillips: "But Hogan is not giving up! He's showing incredible resilience!"

Corey Graves: "It's too late for that, Tom! Hogan has passed out from the pain! This match is over!"

DING DONG ALONG!



Batista stands up, raising his arms in triumph. He looks around the arena, He realises places to be, people to beat up. Hogan is coming too ready to continue the fight despite his momentary passing out but Hart informs the Hulkster of his loss, Hogan looks disappointed in himself as Batista walks alone inside this pit of danger, Batista exits stage right as the show moves on...




The scene opens up in Batista’s office where The Guild are standing by.

The Miz: Now remember, Batista said we’re not to leave this room. You never know what those Dudleyz may be plotting.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.

The Miz: Go grab something, I’ll answer the door.

Miz opens the door and in comes a wooden crate on a dolly. Miz scratches his head until he hears a voice.

Delivery Guy: Got a delivery for Mr. Batista, just tell me where you want it.

As Miz goes to respond, the crate is suddenly dropped on his foot.

The Miz: Aauugghh! What the hell is wrong with you?

The delivery guy walks around the crate and it’s revealed that it’s Spike Dudley! Miz goes to cry out for Goldust but it’s too late as Spike cracks him upside the head with a clipboard, knocking him to the ground as Spike dives into the mount and starts throwing punches. Goldust enters the fray and goes to grab Spike but Spike bites his hand like a ferocious dog and then delivers a Headbutt to the stomach before getting up and taking him down with a Cross Body. Miz is up now as he limps towards Spike but Spike grabs him and performs a Dudley Dog onto Goldust. With both men down, Spike looks into the camera.

Spike Dudley: Listen here Hollywood......... I'M DONE BEING MR. NICE GUY TO YOU. I saw your first threat to me Batista and I shrugged it off. You want to take out a Former UWF Champion, fair enough, good thinking. It certainly got my nieces and nephews attention when you did that. My skull still has glass dented into it. I was fine with that but I still wanted to look you in the eye and just make sure if you really meant it. I wanted to look you in the eye and see if I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time but you just seemed to be too busy being an A-Lister Celebrity. You never had time for me so I made myself comfortable in your locker room and look at what happened Batista. Just look at what happened, I made a little mess because I felt I wasn't worth your time so I had to make me worth your time and it worked. I would have been quiet happy to have a face to face discussion buddy but once again, you just threw a tantrum and threatened me again.

The Miz is starting to stir a little at Spike's feet. It's breaks his concentration as he has a wicked grin on his face. He lifts his knee up high and stops Miz coming to as he lets out a big stomp on his mid section which of course Goldust feels as well being underneath him. He looks back at the camera as Miz has gone silent.

Spike: And then you had the audacity to attack my brothers whilst I was on boyfriend duty. You want to know the difference between you and I Batista? I bet when you see this, you won't give a crap that I've beat up your guys. You will be more worried about the beautiful new chair I got for you in this crate but I absolute gave a crap when you attacked my brothers last week at Spring Break. I watched the beating through my fingers because I couldn't bear it. I watched you take my blood and that hurt way more then any bottle smashed over my head or ribs that got driven through a table so I don't want to meet and chat anymore Batista. I've heard your threats loud and clear. I've taken notes and I've read off your script. I'm not some side character in your UWF movie that bows down to you. I'm the Runt of the Litter from Dudleyville and I've had enough Batista. Now you said you would kill me if you saw another Dudley...well Batista, I'm still alive and I'm ready to go whenever you are but I want you to listen as closely as I've been listening to you. When I see you next, your main aim shouldn't be to kill me.... it should be to survive........BUT THAT'S ONLY IF I LET YOU.

Spike looks down the camera with a sickening smile. He takes his focus away from the camera and back to the crate. His smile gets wider as he looks back down towards the Guild on the Floor. He has an idea. Spike makes his way towards the door but it certainly doesn't seem like his ready to leave just yet. He stops at the door, turning back and begins to run full pelt towards the crate. The Little Runt is pretty quick and gets a pretty good run up before launching himself head first at the crate. It's a pretty strong crate as Spike's head just bounces off of it but his hit it with enough force that it slowly tips over. It slowly, slowly begins to fall as it finally goes..... falling straight on top of the Miz and Goldust. Spike begins to laugh although it seems he may have hit his head a little bit too hard as he has jelly legs. He gives the camera one last look.... looking a little dazed before he stops admiring his handy work and makes his way out the door.




Buzzard stands in the middle of the ring, Head down both hands to his ears,with microphone in one hand, The crowd giving the piece of shit a piece of their mind, chants from “shut the fuck up” to ‘Steiners gunna kill you!”. Buzzard lowers his hands before raising the microphone to his lips:

Buzzard:“No… no… no…”

Buzzard: “It ends now, I want this to be over, I have something that’s been sitting heavy on my shoulders the last week, Last week when it was meant to be mocktails and relaxing by the poolside, I GAVE AN OPPORTUNITY to the THRILL BILLY Silas Mason, A once in a lifetime chance, THE MOST MUST-SEE match on tv but Steiner wasn’t happy with that, So I do have something to say to Bronson it’s been on my mind all day and all week, It’s eating me from the inside, I can’t stop thinking about what could of been different, Steiner, IF YOU WILL I want you to come out to the ring, I have something I want to say man to man, Face to face. . .”



That familiar Metallica riff hits the arena PA, and out from the back marches Bron Steiner, seemingly in ring gear and ready to scrap. He has a microphone in hand and as he stampedes down the ramp, he opens up on Buzzard.

Bron Steiner: Leyton, unless your scrawny punk ass is about to tell me that you're finally going to give me the match I've wanted and you're gonna stop running from me like the scrawny little piece of chicken shit you are, I don't give a rat's ass what you've got to say."

Steiner climbs the ring steps at a jog and walks along the apron, stepping right in between the ropes. Buzzard steps back as Steiner looks to end him right there and then. He raises a hand and speaks.

Buzzard: “Just hear me out big man. . .”

Buzzard takes a deep breath. . .

Buzzard “I’M SORRY . . .”

Bronson pulls the punch and clicks his tongue as he lifts his microphone.

Steiner: "No, you ain't sorry yet but you will be when you're sipping all your meals through a straw you little sh–"

Buzzard: “You didn’t let me finish, DOG! I am SORRY that you were ever born…”

Buzzard goes low with a boot that connects right in the family jewels sending Steiner kneeled over himself, Bronson goes to stand but right in the back of the head, Silas Mason connects with a huge lariat to the skull. Silas Mason throws his hands through his hair as he stands above Steiner before locking both arms, Bronson is locked in a painful cobra clutch unable to move, Buzzard goes nose to nose with Steiner as he continues to speak. . .

Buzzard: “You thought for a second that you had me cornered? You never corner Leyton Buzzard because I am smarter than you, faster than you and just a better class of wrestler than you. Bron you have been trying to end my career for a quick buck, Well friend UWF had been continuing to send me payroll cheques even when I was no longer with the company so for the last five years I have had a tax free haven right to my mailbox in Bristol, I will use all the money I have to stop you from getting to me. I don’t want to end this in violenc- Shut up I am talk here THINGS.”

The crowd boos are becoming deafening as Buzzard tries to speak over them, Finally breaking to tell them to shut up. . .

Buzzard: “I want this to end now, You stop playing with me and you quit trying to go for my head. You tell me who you’re benefactor is, So I can go on living free, Free from this CONSPIRACY against me, Free from all the mental anguish, Free to cash in my title shot at whoever wins the main event of Wrestlemania because if you don’t remember I beat the Champ fair and square, I beat his opponent and Bronson if it weren’t for you I’d be in a TRIPLE threat for the title come mania. You have cost me more than whatever you’ve been paid. You are the reason for everything going the way it has. You are the problem and . . . I don’t quite remember what I was just about to say. . . You. . .”

Buzzard is getting distracted as the crowd is at a fever pitch, Buzzard concentration on Steiner is broken as something seems to snap inside of him.

Leyton clutches at his head, dropping the microphone, his eyes screwed shut as the noise of the audience becomes too much for him to bear. He staggers backwards, nearly falling over as he tries to block out the sound. Silas Mason, looks on in confusion and concern still holding Bronson in the clutch. . .

"What's going on Buzzard?" he asks towards Buzzard, who is unresponsive to his request. . .

The crowd is still letting their dismay, chanting for Buzzard to go away, but he can't seem to process it. He stumbles to the ropes and leans against them for support, gasping for breath.

"Shut up!" he screams suddenly, his voice echoing throughout the arena. "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, DON’T YOU KNOW?"

The audience falls silent, stunned by the outburst. Leyton stands there for a moment, panting heavily, before he suddenly charges at Steiner, his eyes wild with rage but Leyton seems to be fighting more than just Steiner. He's fighting his own inner demons, his fear and anxiety and frustration all boiling to the surface. The crowd is trying to rally against Buzzard, but it’s all too much for the lad from Bristol, He connects to the side of Steiners head with his knee to the temple of Steiner almost going through him, Bronson who was unable to protect the shot directly to the head. STEINER IS UNRESPONSIVE, HIS BODY LIMP THE CROWD STUNNED. . .

Silas lets Steiner's limp body fall to the canvas. Buzzard keeps stomping on the back of the neck of Steiner like a rabid dog over, and over, and over again. Silas Mason his hired mercenary steps in, Steiner has endured enough and possibly saving Buzzard from ending more than the career of Steiner, Silas pulls Buzzard back. "HE DUN' HAD ENUFF"

Buzzard leaves the ring unresponsive to any of the environmental distractions, Almost unaware as if he is broken. Buzzard walks to the back no gloating, nothing as the local medical staff rush down to the ring to check on Steiner who has still yet moved a muscle. . .





The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.



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

The step siblings walk into the shot, looking ring-ready ahead of their main event match.

Young: Thanks for joining me. Tonight you two will be teaming up for the first time since last fall to take on Danhausen, Maxwell Jacob Friedman and the Intercontinental Champion Eddie Kingston. Of course you'll have LA -

Bayley cuts Renee off before she can even finish that thought.

Bayley: Oh yes, another EC3 Special where he pits two group who can't get along against each other. It's an easy way to pop a big rating, right? Guaranteed controversy? Yeah. Okay. Except the thing is, we've been here and done that already. Kyle's been in this exact same situation twice before, so we know what to expect. And if he's proven anything, it's that we don't need any dead weight slowing us down to win a match.

Kyle nods in agreement as Bayley continues.

Bayley: Let's roll back the tape to September, when Kyle had to saddle up with Cody Rhodes. He did all the heavy lifting and then that has-been swooped in at the end to steal the glory. A few months after that, he's beating the snot out of Shark Boy and Ciampa and had them dead to rights until Batista - his own partner - stabbed him in the back.

Not to bog you all down with a snoozefest history lesson - I'm just making a point that we've clearly established two incontrovertible facts. First, the O'Reilly's can get the job done on their own. Second, we know all the little pitfalls to look out for now. So if Ethan Carter wants a train wreck out there, it'll have to come from the other side, cause we're not getting fooled again.

Young: After what happened at the end of Spring Break, its hard to imagine your opponents coexisting, but how well do you think you'll be able to get along with LA-

Again, before Renee can even utter the name, she gets interrupted.



KO'R: Pfft, you just said it. Sometimes you can put weird things together and it's okay, like when you mix up all the Slurpee flavous at 7-11 in one cup. But sometimes it doesn't work like that. Like with carrot cake. Or cinnamon buns with raisons. Or corn pops with chocolate milk.

Young: Wait... aren't you diab -

KO'R: Some things are just gross together and don't mix good. Eddie Kingston and Danhausen and MJF are like that. Those dudes wanna effing kill each other and I don't blame them. Honestly, I'd be kinda surprised it they can even make it to the ring without going off the rails.

Young: But how does next week's date factor into things?

The vein in Kyle's temple twitches as he clenches his fists. Bayley's face goes pale like she's about to be sick. All the air gets sucked out of the room. It's an awkward quiet broken up only by the faint hum of the fluorescent lighting overhead. Before either can respond, the answer comes from another party off-screen. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

???: YEAH!!!

Welp, I think everyone knows who's here. And sure enough, LA Knight walks in like he owns the place. 




Everyone's eyes roll; especially Bayley's as LA Knight makes his way onto the scene. He winks at this his date for next week before starting to talk.

LA Knight: So that's enough of what he has to say...

Knight stares O'Reilly up and down. He  really doesn't want this fight,

LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

Oh God; the catchphrases never stop. 

LA Knight: Now, 'ya have to forgive ol' L...A...Knight but this dummy right here is wasting precious time talking about a 7/11 that L...A....Knight is pretty sure he slept in once about a time. Tonight ain't about that. Tonight is about L...A....Knight doing what he does best. Embarrassing jokers in the middle of that ring. And sadly for L...A....Knight, he's stuck with this Diabetic Douchebag in doing so. But L...A....Knight can take solace in the fact that in his corner, he also has the belle of the ball.

Knight turns his attention to his beloved Bayley. He confidently strokes her on the chin.

LA Knight: Listen here love, don't worry about big brother. All L...A...Knight needs 'ya to do this week is to stay behind me. 'Ya do that, and next week, after our date, L...A....Knight will be behind 'ya. YEAH!

O'Reilly steps in; getting in Knight's face. This may blow over right now,. LA Knight, not wanting to fight, tries to smooth the situation over. 

LA Knight: 'Ya a little tense there, O'Reilly. Need 'ya medication? Tonight, just stay outta L...A....Knight's way. 'Ya not needed. The Clown? L...A....Knight beat him already. Rich Boy? He ain't nothing more than a Walmart L...A...Knight. And Kingston? L...A....Knight owes him one. Stay on the apron. 'Ya sister and I will celebrate after the victory. And that's not an insult...

Before Knight can finish another one of his catchphrases, he's interrupted...

KO'R: Yeah I got an idea - how about pull your whole entire head right off your body, impale it on a broken broom handle and set that up at ringside so those other three can see first hand what happens you mess with the O'Reilly's, you dickless dick.

Them's some fighting words! Renee backs off, not wanting to get involved. Conversely, Bayley - God bless her - steps in between the quarreling parties to try her best Switzerland this situation. The "Good Guy" starts off by holding her step-bro back and talking some sense into him.



Bayley: Hey! Hey! What did we just talk about? We said we're not gonna get suckered into a scrap with out own team right? Right?

She turns to Knight, that second "right?" aimed at him.

Bayley: Now I don't know about you two, but I don't want to loose to the team that looks like a who's who of sex offenders in a main event match. So let's just take care of what we have to take care of tonight, then we'll worry about next week...

On that note, she shoots the Thursday Night Thriller a weary eye, not at all excited about getting wined and dined by the guy.

Bayley and Knight share an awkward glance before the "Million Dollar Megastar" responds. 

LA Knight: For 'ya sweet cheeks, L...A.....Knight will keep the peace. But 'ya brother got one more time to pop off at the mouth before L...A...Knight slaps him into diabetic shock.

O'Reilly once again wants to attack and charges at Knight. But before he can, Bayley steps in front of him. She points and says "STOP!" O'Reilly obliges. Bayley looks back at Knight and tells him to relax.

LA Knight: L...A...Knight doesn't like to lose. So L...A....Knight can play ball tonight. Because at the end of the day, L...A....Knight gets everything L...A...Knight wants. Tonight, he gets a victory. And next week...

Knight turns his attention back to Bayley...

LA Knight: L...A...Knight gets her...all....night...long. YEAH!

Knight laughs and walks off as the brother/sister combo stand there disgusted and annoyed




The action of Revolution moves to a pre-taped segment, as we fade in to see Beth Phoenix, waiting outside a room of her house, holding a plate of food in one hand, knocking on the closed door with her other. After knocking, it's a few seconds before the door opens and in the doorway, we see the Rated R Superstar, squinting as he's bombarded with the light outside of his darkened room, causing him to wince. After a bit, his eyes better adjust and the pain on his face fades away as he grabs the plate of food and leans in to give his wife a kiss.

Beth Phoenix
Wow, only a few seconds of adjustment this time. Maybe soon we can put a nightlight in the room, then we can take the training wheels off your bike and let you ride on your own like a big boy.

Edge
Hardy-har-har. Though I'm not out of the woods yet, I am leaps and bounds better than two weeks ago. Maybe those eggs you've been feeding me have been the cure for what ails me. At least, they smell like they are.

Edge picks up one of the mini pancakes on the plate and uses it as a scoop to grab some eggs and pops the whole thing into his mouth to punctuate his point. As he does, his gaze starts to wander, as if a firefly has caught his eye...or his ears are trying to find the source of...

Beth Phoenix
Well you can thank our neighbors for the plethora of eggs we've been having. They went overboard getting chickens because of a fox problem, but now the fox seems to have disappeared and now they've got way more chickens then they're used to, so they dropped off the extra eggs they couldn't make use of before they would go bad. Sure has made breakfast easy these past few days, that's for sure. Are your eyes ok? You seem a little...gone.

Edge
Huh? Oh...yeah. They're still just a little blurry, hurts when I read still. But I mean, it's not like I can read in the dark. So once I'm able to function for an entire day in the light I'll be fine. Until then, I'll just be retreating into the darkness like Aaron Rodgers...though hopefully I'm not as weird as he is.

Beth Phoenix
I mean, you're a different type of weird. You're the fun, quirky weird and I wouldn't have you any other way. You take that plate and eat up, I'll be back in a bit to grab the empty plate to clean, ok?

Beth wears a smile on her face as she turns to walk away. However, as she does, Edge's eyes dart around again as if distracted once more and after a few moments of not finding their target his eyes settle on the plate of food in his hands, his eyes widening as he starts to fully grasp the situation at hand.

Edge
Oh no...







...Oh yes.




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

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

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

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

LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG



The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley emerges from the curtain. Spike is looking all business tonight, looking ready to go.

Spike pounds his chest, looking out into the crowd as he begins his way down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and he obliges, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as he comes to end of the ramp. He takes a running start, sliding into the ring before climbing the turnbuckles, beating his chest and looking out into the sea of adoring fans.



Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY

Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, grabbing his wrists and rolling them in his hands as he looks set.

Corey Graves: "We've got one hell of a match lined up, Dudley is going to have to pull out a miracle to beat Double J tonight, He just scored a huge victory over Hulkamania itself!"

Tom Phillips: "With the help of a chair shot and a few low blows, You can't go around forgetting that Corey"

Corey Graves: "Dudley isn't immune to low blows or headshots Tom, so my point stands..."

Mauro Ranallo:"Well he is from Dudleyville and that is the least of their worries there..."

Mauro Ranallo:"The action is just about to start"

DING. . . DING. . . DING. . .

Jarrett charges forward, driving his shoulder into the abdomen of the runt and carrying him across the ring. Spike gets trapped between the turnbuckle and Jarrett's shoulder. Jarrett steps back and throws a series of punches at Dudley – one fist, two fists, then switches to the other hand. He finishes his combo with a simple lariat that causes him to spin around twice from the impact, Spike hits head first, hard into the canvas. . .

Tom Phillips: "Lariat turning Spike's skin inside out. . ."

After getting hit by the lariat, Spike bounces back quickly and notices that Jarrett seems surprised by how fast he moved. Spike takes a few steps back and then runs toward Jarrett, jumping off the middle rope and hitting him with a textbook cross-body move. But Jarrett is able to catch him while he's still in the air and tries to use his signature finishing move, the Stroke.

Corey Graves: "Look at the strength by the last outlaw, Jarrett going for the Stroke. . ."

Tom Phillips: "It's impressive catching a man mid-air like it's nothing"

Corey Graves: "He literally weighs the same as air, Jarrett is going to walk right over Dudley, because those shoes were built for walkin' and that's what Jarrett does over the competition. . ."

Fortunately, Spike is paying attention and thinks fast. He shifts his weight and drops down to the mat. Jarrett falls forward, and Spike seizes the opportunity to wrap his arm around Jarrett's head and slam him down with a sharp DDT. The impact leaves Jarrett stunned and vulnerable on the mat.

Mauro Ranallo: "A DDT creating a small opening for Dudley"

Spike takes advantage of the situation by climbing up to the top rope and waiting for Jarrett to stand up. As Jarrett slowly gets to his feet, Spike jumps off the top rope and executes a perfect Shooting Star Press. However, Jarrett is able to catch Spike while he's in mid-air and gives an arrogant smirk to the crowd before slamming him into the mat with a powerful power-slam, Jarrett makes the cover.. .

One...

Corey Graves: "Jarrett showing us that Spike is NOTHING"

Two...

No Spike kicks out at 2!

Tom Phillips: "Spike able to get a shoulder up"

Jarrett rises to his feet, visibly angry that the power-slam was not enough to finish off his opponent. He goes for his finishing move, the Stroke, again, but Spike is ready this time. Spike counters the move, flipping Jarrett over with a bulldog that sends him rolling out of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: "Dudleydog reversal from Spike but Jarrett has the veteran experience to roll out of the ring..."

Tom Phillips: "Not like this Jarrett, He is trying to take the easy way out of this match with a weapon..."

Jarrett, desperate to gain the upper hand, quickly crawls under the ring to grab a weapon. The crowd watches with bated breath as Jarrett pulls out a steel chair, ready to use it as a weapon against his opponent. But the referee catches Jarrett in the act and confiscates the chair, leaving Jarrett fuming on the outside of the ring.

Corey Graves: "The referee taking Jarretts support crutch, If Dudley pulled out a support I bet the referee would allow it!"

Spike takes advantage of Jarrett's distraction and dives out of the ring, crashing into Jarrett with a suicide dive. The impact sends Jarrett crashing into the barricade, leaving him disoriented.

Mauro Ranallo: "Spike using himself as a missile sending Jarrett into the barricade"

Jarrett quickly takes a moment to compose himself, Spike who is caught unaware is suddenly and viciously has his hair pulled, as Jarrett with a sudden burst of energy, Jarrett throws Spike headfirst into the steel post, sending a sickening clang echoing through the arena.

Tom Phillips:"Spike caught unaware on the steel post by Jarrett. . ."

Spike crumples to the ground, dazed and disoriented from the impact. Jarrett takes advantage of his opponent's state, rolling him back into the ring with a cocky grin on his face. Jarrett takes his time entering the ring. . .

Mauro Ranallo: "Jarrett taking his sweet time lapping up the crowds disdain.."

Jarrett is fixing up his tights. He lifts Spike to his feet, and Double JJ violently lifts him up onto his shoulders. Jarrett steps forward before sending the runt neck-first into the canvas with a powerful power-bomb. Even though it's still early in the match, Jarrett quickly gets to his feet while keeping the legs of little Spike Dudley around his shoulders. He violently yanks Spike up for a second power-bomb attempt. However, as Jarrett goes to swing down, Spike moves his legs around the neck using all the power in his legs to send Jarrett flying halfway across the ring. . .

Tom Phillips: "Hurricarana from Spike getting another moment of respite..."

Jarrett is caught off guard as a sudden jolt of pain shoots through his back. However, he refuses to let it slow him down. Despite stumbling, he manages to get back on his feet, but before he can fully recover, Dudley charges at him with full force.. .

Mauro Ranallo: "Both men to their feet quickly..."

Spike wastes no time and aims both his feet straight at Jarrett's chest, sending him tumbling through the middle rope. Without hesitation, Spike gets up and charges towards the ropes. Using them as a ladder, he rotates gracefully through the air and over the top rope, Dudley crashes down onto Jarrett, who hasn't had a moment of respite during this intense exchange but Jarrett has the runt in his arms miraculously catching Spike mid-air to the amazement of the crowd. . .

One...

Corey Graves: "Oh boy Jarrett taking Spike for a ride..."

Two...

Jarret lifts up Spike before slamming him across the announcers desk without removing shit, Spike grimaces in pain as Jarrett slides Spike across the debris on the table. Spike is launched head first into the barrier, Jarrett hoist Spike to his feet where he throws him over the barricade for extra measure, Jarrett rolls into the ring where he awaits the referees count...

Mauro Ranallo: "Over the barricade crashing down hard..."

Three...

Four...

Jarrett grabs his guitar from the corner, He begins strumming, Jarrett begins to play the beginning of wonder wall on repeat to the crowd's dismay, When you think it's about to start it goes back to the buildup, all buildup no payoff...

Corey Graves: "He is starting to play Wonderwall!"



Five...

Six...

Corey Graves: "I love Wonderwall, Encore!"

Seven...

Corey Graves: "Oh I KNOW THIS ONE! WONDERWALL!"

Tom Phillips: "Corey if you repeat that it's wonderwall every-time he begins, I swear to god... Corey, I'll quit"

Eight...

Spike is on his knees on the barricade but he is too far from the ring to make it. . .

Nine...

Corey Graves: "With this win Jarrett will give us an encore of Wonder- Why is Jarrett stopping..."

Te-
Jarrett realizing before anyone else drops his guitar kicking it to the side, Jarrett is almost met with a springboard elbow from Spike who jumped from the barricade to the steel steps. Jarrett ducks this attempt as he rebounds of the ropes he meets the runt with a lariat for his troubles which connects nearly taking the head off Spike. . .

Jarrett struts across the ring almost as if he didn't try to win by count out mere seconds ago, Spike is on the canvas trying to muster anything against these odds, Dudley uses the ropes to get to his feet but he is lifted up and down onto the knee of Jarrett, Jarrett throws spike to the ropes on the rebound he meets him lifting him off his feet before planting him into the mat with a spine buster...

Corey Graves: "This is what you get for interrupting Wonderwall"

Jarrett slowly lifts Spike to his feet almost mockingly, He lifts him into position he takes a moment to gloat, It's over, The match is in the bag,  Jarrett goes for The Stroke but no Spike grabs a leg and rolls Jarrett into a small package taking Double J  by complete surprise...

One...

Two..

Three...

DING DING DING



Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner by pinfall, Spike Dudley"

As the referee raises Spike's arm in victory, he can't help but smile. He has always been considered the underdog, the smallest guy in the ring, but he has never let that hold him back. He has always fought with everything he has, and tonight was no exception. Jarrett looks annoyed that his gloating is ultimately what cost him the match. . .




The scene opens up on Batista walking down the hallway when suddenly he’s stopped by a random backstage interviewer.

Backstage Interviewer: Mr. Batista, sorry for the intrusion but I just wanted to get your thoughts on a few things that happened this evening.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Don’t be sorry, be grateful that I don’t take your fucking head off your shoulders. Not for stopping me to ask questions, but because you’re the first person I’ve seen since I got the news of what went down and my office and what Spike Dudley had to say. See, right now I should be on cloud nine about making good on my word and beating Hulk Hogan’s ass. I should be kicked back with a nice cigar and relaxing, but instead, I’m the exact opposite of relaxed. In fact, I’m as far from relaxed as you can get! I don’t blame Miz and Goldust for getting blindsided because a few weeks ago, that little shit did the same thing to me. Instead I blame the whole Dudley family for not knowing when to stay down when they’re told! But they’re all going to get theirs, I promise you that. At Wrestlemania is when Spike is going to but as for Bubba and D-Von, it’s going to be next week on Revolution. I’ve been told I have to find a partner and I’ll do that but even if I don’t, consider their asses already kicked!

Batista pushes past the interviewer, effectively exiting the shot, as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We cut backstage, showcasing the UWF locker rooms once more. While the room appears mostly empty, there is one man sat alone in there - one who, truth be told, had no real reason even being backstage in the first place, given they had gotten yet another night off from in-ring competition. However, as "Mister" Trevor Lee remains seated in a steel chair, the politician would seem…oddly relaxed. Almost as if he had found an inner peace with himself…



Still, though, there appeared to be one thing gnawing away at him…one thing he needed to rectify. Without a look behind him, Lee would shoot up and turn towards the door…but little did Lee know, he wasn't entirely alone in the room - at least, not anymore.

???: Lee you sorry son of a fish where are ya?!

The silence would be broken by an enraged Shark Boy and his sword wielding deputy Paul Burchill who takes the lead. He raises his sword to Lee's chest as the Mayor of Harlan looks mighty uncomfortable.



Paul Burchill: I don't believe we've met Mayor, my name is Captain Paul Burchill, and I have for you… a question!... Did ye, or did ye not have a hand in the kidnapping of my rotund little friend Grado?

Shark Boy: Enough with the good cop, your boys have laid me out a couple weeks in a row now, first it was Butcher Boy then it was Cade. My damn arm still ain't feelin too damn fresh either. And all of this happens as soon as Grado is gone and you've got nothin' to do with this?, I ain't buyin' what yer sellin' son, EH-EH

Being confronted both by the sword and the shark, Lee would raise his hands in innocence, waving them quite frantically from the feeling of steel pressing against his hairy chest, as well as the knowledge that somehow Paul was the good cop of the two?!

Trevor Lee: ”N-Now hol’ on there jus’ one minute, boys! I…I-I know that this ‘ere situation looks real bad on ol’ Trevor Lee, trus’ me, I know! I ain’t happy ‘bout what done happened to ya’ pal Grado either! B-But ya’ gotta’ believe me, fellas, I ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ those two bein’ so involved in ya’ matches or anythin’ o’ the sort! I’m jus’ as innocent in this ‘ere equation as y’all two are!”

Lee continues frantically trying to defend himself, knowing that running away will only incriminate himself further, so now? Now is the time for some good ol’ fashioned political plays to be made. Lee, in a hurry, reaches down and pulls out his cell phone, before frantically unlocking it and offering it to Shark Boy.

Trevor Lee: ”H-Here, m-mista’ Shark! I got a log o’ all my text messages there, ya’ can see the last time I even got to messagin’ ol’ Andy! That boy’s done gone radio silent on me, I ain’t got a single clue what the h-e-double hockey stick has happened wit’ ‘em ever since he took his little va-cay down back in Harlan after the Royal Rumble!”

 
 

Paul Burchill: Very colourful… very bright… but what does it mean?...

Shark Boy: It means he's been in contact with ol Butcher Boy and Lance Cade, mighty coincidental they're both whippin' my bass a couple weeks back and you want me to believe you ain't been talkin' and plottin' with yer right hand man since ya won the damn rumble?... And while we're at it just what do ya mean by business is taken care of?

Paul Burchill: I suggest you answer Sharky doesn't have much patience for most and I don't have much empathy for… politicians.

As soon as Burchill says this, Lee snatches the phone away once more, going back on the defensive.

Trevor Lee: "Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah, ya' g-got it all wrong! That…that ain't Lance! I, I swear to ya', I promise ya! That ain't Lance, I never had no contact wit'...wit' that PSYCHOPATH!"

Having to have raised his voice, Lee hesitates for a second, his own nerves getting the better of him, as he lets out a sigh.

Trevor Lee "Truth is, fellas…Lance Cade ain't nothin' more than, an' I mean no offense to ya'self mista' Burchill when I say this, a nutcase. Back when I first got into town, Lance was…well, he was a rather well off boy, I tell ya' what. Boy got that old money…or at least, he an' his brother did. See, Lance wasn't alone in the family; It was him an' his older brother Garrison. Those two, they got into 'rasslin at a young age, an' made a heck o' a tag team together, but Lance…Lance jus' wasn't all there in the head..."

A shaky breath from Trevor follows, as he tries to maintain his composure.

Trevor Lee: "An' one day…the kid jus'...he snapped. Boy wen' an' los' his whole gosh darn min', all over some…some match or whatever happened. He burned down the whole house, mista' Shark…mista' Burchill…Lance did it, an' pinned it all onto Garrison. I wasn't in charge yet, so there weren't a gosh darn thing I could do to stop the ol' sheriff from bringin' Garrison down to the Harlan mental institution, an' lockin' him on up in there. By now, though, Garrison's been outta' there for a few years now, but Lance…Lance never met any sort o' punishment for it. Them folk…they all fed right into his lil' schemes, an' now he's 'ere, tryin' to pull the same thin'...an' he's draggin' MY name through the mud to do it-"

By now, Trevor would be physically trembling, his fists clenched in anger as he can barely maintain eye contact with either Shark Boy or Burchill…




Shark Boy: So you're tellin' me there's two damn Cade's runnin' around Harlan?... And if that is the case Lee, then do ya think that lunatic son of a fish is behind the kidnapping?, Paul put the sword down

Paul Burchill: Awwww, why does everyone else get to have fun around here?, Okay, for now.

Burchill lowers the sword and Lee breathes a sigh of relief.

Shark Boy: So there's two damn Cade's to contend with?... And you didn't know anything about Lance Cade stickin' ol Shark Boy and you didn't know about ol' Butcher Boy stickin' Shark Boy either?

Lee would shake his head in denial

Shark Boy: I don't normally buy what yer sellin' but I'll give ya one last chance, you've got a bass whippin'lined up already at Wrestlemania but… I wanna know where Grado is and if yer lil misfit friends have gone rogue… I wanna know if they're the ones that took him.

Trevor Lee: "O' course, o' course! I…truthfully, I don't know a lick 'bout no kidnappin' or what's happened to Grado, but I'll be all too happy to do a lil' internal investigation o' my own."

Shark Boy: Well I'm sure we can corroborate some of our findings somewhere down the line but you get on that gimmick you've got there called a phone to ol' Butcher Boy and you tell him next week there's two fine gentlemen by the name of Paul Burchill and the UWF Champion Shark Boy lookin' for a fight.

Paul Burchill: It's been a pleasure meeting you Mayor, I just hope the next time I see you it won't be at the end of me plank.

Shark Boy walks off as Burchill maintains a momentary stare with Lee before patting him on the shoulder and exiting the scene with his C.U.N.T compadre.






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: Making their way to the ring the team of Bayley and 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, cracks her knuckles, whether thats for her opponents or the arrival of her partner remains to be seen.



"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.



"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.

Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...



Cheers begin to ring all around the arena as the music plays and Danhausen takes to the stage. After a couple of slow spins around the stage area, Danhausen then raises his arms and gives out a determined yell as the crowd pops in appreciation.

Tony Chimel
Making his way to the ring, from Someplace Far Away, weighing at least 300lbs, Danhausen!!



Danhausen heads down the ramp, waving politely at some of the fanhausens in attendance before he hops up onto the apron and signals the nearby cameraman to get a close up shot of him. Danhausen then points directly into the camera lens and yells “Love That Danhausen!” before climbing through the middle rope and posing in the center of the ring with his arms held high once again.

Eddie Kingston comes walking out. No music. He just walks out with no introduction and slides into the ring.



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DING DING DING

MJF tells Eddie to go ahead and start the match and "do the dirty work". Kingston says he's rather punch him in the mouth again. Danhausne is just looking at the two jacking their jaws at one another. While the other 3 are busy trying to figure out who's going to start the match, LA Knight is more than happy to let Kyle go off. It gives him a little alone time with Bayley on the apron. Once Kyle realizes this, he decides to tag in Bayley. He'd rather keep his eye on Knight in this match. MJF and Eddie are still jacking jaws and Danhausen decides to just come in. Bayley has her back turned, wanring Knight to not touch her brother when Danhausen rolls her up from behind!



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But Bayley kicks out just in time! She looks shocked and Danhausen puts his thumb and index finger together, telling her he was this close to ending the match already. Bayley stands up full of piss and vinegar, not wanting to show any sort of weakness. she slaps her shoulder and tells the former Intercontinental Champion that she's ready to lock up and show him who's boss. They move in to lock up but Danhausen ducks it and instead shakes his head and wags his finger. Bayley isn't too thrilled about being embarrassed so she goes to Clothesline him from behind but Danhausen sensed it and ducked it. Bayley hits the ropes and runs right back into a Hip Toss by Danhausen, landing her right on her ass. The very nice but very evil man makes matters worse with a Dropkick to the back of the head! Bayley rolls away to her corner and Knight tags himself in.


Corey Graves: Now watch how a real man sticks up for his girl Kyle!

Tom Phillips: I'm sure Bayley is more than capable of standing up for herself.

Corey Graves: She just got laid on her ass by Danhausen of all people, I seriously doubt that.


Knight points at Danhausen and tells him he has no right to touch his girl like that. He looks back at Bayley and shoots her a wink which makes her gag. Knight turns back around and eats a right hand by Danhausen that stumbles him into the ropes. Danhausen runs at him and clotheslines him over the ropes! Dannhausen looks back and MJF and Eddie to see if they see him dominating but they're both still just mouthing off to one another. Danhausen walks over and just slaps MJF in the face and exits the ring. Maxwell looks flabbergasted but Danhausen simply walks away on the outside. MJF comes in and walks over to the O'Reilly's and tells one of them to get in the ring so he can show his teammates how it's done. Too bad he doesn't pay attention to his own matches because LA Knight comes in and Clotheslines him in the back of the head! MJF falls on all fours but Knight brings him up and delivers a Full Nelson Slam! He makes the pin!



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MJF kicks out! Knight look at Kyle and tells him that's how you get it done. O'Reilly sees that as a challenge and asks for a tag. LA comes over and tags him in, giving him some one on one time with Bayley on the apron but Kyle was too focused to see that. He comes in to see MJF starting to get up. The Diabetic Dragon starts going to town on him with a series of strikes. He follows that up with a Spinning Back Kick to the gut followed by an Ax Kick and the Forearm Smash to complete the Ax and Smash combination! He makes the pin!



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MJF gets the shoulder up at 2! Kyle looks back at Knight to see if he saw what he just did to MJF, telling him he's gonna do that to him he he gets too close to Bayley but he sees that Knight is all up in Bayley's face. Kyle goes over and starts to argue with him.


Tom Phillips: Looks like the plan to stay out of each other's way and not argue isn't going so well.

Corey Graves: LA Knight is just being his usual charismatic self. Kyle is just being too busy. He needs to stop helicopter parentings his sister and focus on the match.

Mauro Ranallo: Well they may not be getting along but they haven't swung at each other yet so I call that a win.


While they're busy arguing. Eddie Kingston is laughing at MJF who's crawling over to the ropes. Friedman gets to his feet and does exactly what Danhausen did and slaps Eddie across the face to make the tag and bails. Eddie looks pissed and looks to take it out on Kyle who's still got his back turned. Bayley sees Eddie running at him and yells 'Watch out bro!" and shoves her brother out of the way. Eddie ends up knocking Knight off the apron and looks down and smiles at seeing his smug ass on his ass. O'Reilly however grabs him at the side and gives him an Insulin Injection! He goes for the cover!



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Kingston kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: So far only Danhausen has really been able to get any offense for his team here tonight.

Corey Graves: I wouldn't expect any less from a piece of crap like Eddie Kingston but MJF has to constantly watch his back because of him. That's why he couldn't get much done.

Tom Phillips: Sounds like an excuse.

Corey Graves: Sounds like someone didn't see Spring Break when this thug viciously attacking MJF.

Tom Phillips: And Danhausen.

Corey Graves: Well yeah but that one was deserved.


Kyle wants to end this one right away, not wanting to tag with Knight anymore. He whips out his met flute and begins to summon the Dragonzord. The crowd sings with him as Eddie rises to his feet. Kyle goes to put him in the Full Nelson but Eddie overpowers him and slams his arms down before delivering a Spinning Backfist to Kyle! With O'Reilly stunned, Eddie grabs him and gives him a taste of his own medicine with a Saito Suplex! Kyle is dazed but still tries to get back up. Eddie kicks him in the gut and delivers a Piledriver! He flops his opponent over and makes the pin!



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O'Reilly kicks out! Eddie grabs Kyle and sits him up. He runs to the ropes for the American D but MJF tags himself in. Eddie looks at his annoyed but MJF just brushes right past him and picks up Kyle. Eddie ain't gonna tolerate that disrespect and he shoves MJF from behind. Kyle gets sent stumbling to his corner where Knight tags himself in. MJF and Eddie are in each other's faces while Danhausen is trying to get the two focused on the match. Knight knocks MJF into Eddie and the two bump heads. MJF turns to face Knight but LA grabs his head and slowly turns him around for a Spinning Neckbreaker! The ref drops down to make the count!



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MJF kicks out! Knight picks him up right away and lays him over his back. He's looking at giving him a ride on the Gravy Train but MJF flips over and tries to catch him with a Sunset Flip. Knight ends up staying upright and jumps up for a Knee Drop but MJF rolls out of the way. Knight hobbles over to a free corner but MJF is hot on his trail with a running Elbow Smash in the corner. He then lifts him up onto his back and walks to the center of the ring before slamming him back down to the mat with an Alabama Slam! He makes the pin!


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LA Knight kicks out! He turns over on all fours but MJF grabs him in a gutwrench. He goes to lift him up but Knight falls behind him. MJF instinctively throws a Superkick and it hits Knight right in the jaw! The Million Dollar Megastar stumbles into his corner and Bayley tags herself in. She runs over and Dropkicks MJF sending him into the corner. He gives him a Running Shoulder Thrust before flopping back and giving the crowd a big inflatable tube style wave around before running back and hitting a Running Back Elbow! MJF looks stunned and Bayley follows that up with the Belly to Bayley! She might take it home here!


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But MJF gets the shoulder up! Bayley looks stunned. This shitty little prick kicked out of her finisher? Not on her watch! She picks up MJF and hugs him tight, ready to deliver another Belly to Bayley but MJF starts to rain down elbows to break her grip and then shoves her away. She comes running right back up eats a kick to the gut followed by a Powerbomb! He doesn't go for the pin, instead wanting to dish out even more punishment for trying to, as he put it, stab him with a needle the last time these two were in a match together. He grabs her arm and flips her over onto her stomach and locks in the Salt of the Earth!


Mauro Ranallo: MJF has been watching his Beyblade because he's about to let it rip!

Tom Phillips: He's going to fart?

Mauro Ranallo: No Let it Rip is the Beyblade thing.

Corey Graves: Who cares! Bayley can be Kyle's little sidekick but she doesn't belong in the same ring with a generational talent like MJF.


Bayley is thinking about tapping but LA Knight comes into the ring and stomps on MJF's stupid little face. Kyle comes in after being just a bit slower. He and Knight look at each other and Kyle gives him a nod for saving his sister. Both men are blindsided by Eddie Kingston! Eddie throws Kyle out of the ring and starts boxing Knight. He's got him on the ropes and Clotheslines him over the top! He turns around and yells at MJF and gives him a kick to the ribs. MJF rolls to his corner and Eddie goes to follow him but Kyle trips his feet up and face plants him and pulls him out of the ring. He and LA Knight start going to town on Eddie while MJF is tagged out by Danhausen. Bayley is up and goes to Clothesine Danhausen but she was ore hurt than she thought because of the Salt of the Earth and it kind of just bounces off Danhausen and she bends over in pain. Danhausen simply catches her with an Inside Cradle!



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Tony Chimel: Here are you winners, the team of Eddie Kingston, MJF and Danhausen!


Kyle and Knight come into the ring just a bit too late. Kyle yells at Knight but the Million Dollar Megastar tell him he should have been looking out for his sister. They're arguing but on the outside MJF walks over to Eddie and starts kicking him, getting revenge for the kick he got from him at the end there. Danhausen waste no time in grabbing his jar of teeth and simply wallops MJF in the back of the head with it! The jar doesn't break. Maybe reinforced glass after all this time? Smart move, teeth can be hard to find. In the ring Kyle and Knight end up coming to blows. Security comes filing out from the back.


Mauro Ranallo: Security did good earlier in the night. They might be a bit too late here.


Kingston grabs Danhausen's feet and trips him up and starts to throw punches. Security comes over to break them up while MJF scoots away and puts on his brass knuckles. Bayley is trying to keep Kyle back as the rest of security is focus on Knight being kept back until...

Ladies and Gentlemen

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trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
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The Owner of UWF steps out from the back with a mic in hand ready to step in.

EC3: Well it seems like all of you are having some trouble getting along. I love the chaos but I also don't want to see any of you get hurt before Wrestlemania because I got some big plans for all of you. Eddie you may have stopped last week's match from having a winner but you reap what you sow. At Wrestlemania you'll be defending the Intercontinental Championship against both MJF and Danhausen.

There's a big pop from the crowd as Eddie looks at the two with hate in his eyes.

EC3: As for you two in the ring. You'll also be facing off at Wrestlemania and this time, Knight has a chance to officially win the Prime Time Medal. Assuming Kyle is still the holder by then.

O'Reilly yells that no one is going to take the medal from him. Knight says he'll settle for his girl and Kyle zips past Bayley and jumps at Knight, attacking him with a flurry of punches while security tires to get him off. MJF uses the distraction to knock out another guard with the brass knuckles and rushes at Danhausen. Guards grab his hand to prevent him from swinging with it and Eddie breaks through his guards to attack MJF now that he's being held at bay. Danhausen also comes running over because to get some licks in and it's all out chaos as the show comes to an end.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Promos - Respective TTers
Rhodes vs Guerrero - Dresden
Zayn/Ospreay vs Ciampa/Homicide - Fauche
Kyle/Bayley/Knight vs MJF/Kingston/Danhausen - Danny
Hogan vs Batista, Jarrett vs Dudley - Jye

[Cwalker]

The line about the World only having 2 Migos in the Guerrero/Rhodes match hit hard

A lot of creativity in these promos. Shark Boys and the Spike/Guild interaction had to be my favorites.

The two matches that were announced at the end of the show weee obvious if you have been paying attention but it seems like we have another Triple Threat on the horizon with the TV title.

Bummed to lose the Main Event but there wasn’t enough time to get a replay in to MJF before the deadline. Que sera sera.

Loving the build towards Mania. Going to try and trash talk for my match tonight

[Dres]

Really good show, lots of nice Wrestlemania development. Had fun collaborating with Albo again and was happy to contribute a match and mix it up with Hogan.

[Jye]

Early Review Perk :

Spike, YEAH: Spike seeking out Knight was interesting, I know this is more about Knights contribution to the collab but maybe if  UWF stopped sending cheques to Buzzard while not employed they'd be able to pay backstage workers. I was ready to see Knight forgive Spike but nope Knight just continues his path of disrespect towards Dudley despite being saved by him I mean I love how these two characters feel very fleshed out in their interactions at this point, Its also good to see this "feud" continue despite not working against each other at Mania. . .

Step Siblings, YEAH: Knight building towards his date with Bayley/The main event of tonight. Bayley keepin' the peace was good to see trying to get both egomaniacs to work together. I feel bad for Bayley having to go on a date with someone called LA...

Dres: I think Batista was more spoken about than the amount of times you wrote Batista. Good short promo I can't wait to see next week to see his promise of kicking the Dudley's asses. Good short promo like always.

Trevor:  Damn Leedles writing a new level of intrigued into Cades arrival, I like that Lee denies having anything to do with the kidnapping I like everything about the feud thus far so many moving parts, While Crann and I have been very focused it feels that the Lee/SB feud has many branches of intrigue, good stuff from Leedles, I always like the use of text messages in the promo as a different visual.

[mrleedles]

Jarrett playing Wonderwall is a fucking highlight for me ngl.

[crann]

Yo, yo, yo, Crann's feedback is a go!

Big, big fan of this opening tag match-up. Generally a big fan of the tag match saturation on the card. Y'all know I love me a good tag match, what with having booked the tag division for a while when it existed. So I love watching all the spicy dynamics playing out in tonight's offering. Anyway, I digress. I'm absolutely digging the little story developing between Sami and Ospreay, and Zayn stealing Will's shine this week definitely seems to be teasing at an intriguing feud of the future. For now though, I like the way this match was executed. No surprise since it's a Fauche match, and like I said in a comment some weeks ago, you can always recognize a Fauche match because of the signature elements it contains. This week's is no different, and while the action was definitely spicy – Ciampa abandoning Homicide could also be teasing something brutal for Mania if the Notorious one wants to teach the Psycho Killer a lesson or two – I think a huge highlight for me was the commentary. Peep this bit:

Graves: If you're gonna blame anyone for what's happening in there, it should be Tommaso Ciampa. He just up and left like when Phillips' dad "went to buy some cigarettes" and never came home.

That's the kind of shit you want on the desk – color commentator adding color. We like it. (Also, someone get Phillips an ambulance, because I think there's been a murder).

Next up is a rad promo from Albo, and that's kind of just business as usual, isn't it? Love how much he's committing to building his feud. Always love to see Spike around. But Renee speaking in anything other than hot pink is sus. I saw her vent in Ops. (As a side note, I also dug the later Cwalker/Albo joint promo. Vets working together to tell great stories is one of the best parts of UWF. We love to see it.)

Cool little three-way promo to build some interest in that TV title match at Mania and you've got to love to see it. Cody, Balor, Jarrett – this one could be anyone's match, all three guys are on each other's level, and all three guys could be worthy of walking out with the strap if they bring it in the thread. It's one worth watching for sure. A little bit later, Cody getting a quick and tidy bounce back win off of Eddie is good for momentum-building so we love to see it.

Pirate Paul Burchill is lowkey one of my favourite goofy-ass gimmicks in the history of the WWE and so seeing it played in the UWF is dope, especially since I missed most of the C.U.N.T.'s original run. I know that Sam has tapped the well a few times in his Shark Boy runs since that one, but even still, it's a surprisingly fresh catch in this, the year of our lord 2023.

Hogan and Batista was exactly the kinda match you want to see from two big bruisers, so credit to Jye for the write-up. A lot of big, devastating moves, and then Batista gets the edge by digging deep and pulling out that brutal crossface/armbar hybrid, End Credits. That move KO'd Mark Henry in the real world, so seeing it put Hogan down is 100% believable. Also gives Dres some valuable momentum as we continue to hurtle full-tilt toward Mania. It's a tough loss for Hogan but I'm pretty sure it was an uneven thread, so that's all it boils down to.

Man, Albo's all over the place on this one. Really putting in the work!

More non-hot pink Renee Young is double sus. Definitely the Impostor, saw her change from Scoops in Lights. We did like the Cwalker/Fauche collab though. Once again, vets telling cool stories. Knight is kinda tied in all over the place and that's indicative of a TTer who is really going full tilt, so kudos to Cwalker once more.

The Spike/Jarrett match was another nice write-up by Jye. The thing I've been noticing more about Jye now that I'm in a proper feud with the guy is he does take some pretty zany creative risks, and while they don't always pay off, you have to commend the spirit. I liked the idea of Jarrett just breaking into Wonderwall mid-match. It's those kind of touches that really sell the alignment portion of a character – that's perfect shit-eating heel behaviour and we're here for it. Also, kudos to Jarrett's TTer. I know roll-ups don't always signify that the thread was super tight, and in this case it might just have been selling Spike's underdog status, but regardless it's quite the shine on your toon that a UWF Legend had to go to the roll-up to get the 3 count.

For a second there that Trevor Lee pic looked like Jay White to me and I was like, "Switchblade?!?" Probably literally only the case for me though, so that's not a criticism or anything. Dig this joint promo by Leedles and Sam though. Leedles has always been that guy who does the cool co-op promos and this one sort of builds on that tradition, while also escalating the tension around the Wrestlemania match-up. We like that. I also just generally like the story being told here of the Harlan boys coming in, matched by the C.U.N.T., for almost a minor faction warfare angle. It's cool to see.

And we're back to that tag action I mentioned earlier, but this time it's trios tag and it's the traditional odd couple match with all the competing agendas on side with each other. You know this match is going to devolve into a clusterfuck one way or the other when you are booked in it, but that never makes it any less fun to TT for or read. Danny did a real solid job with the write-up, even if I don't get a lot of the references (I missed the Beyblade craze). Having that good ol'-fashioned security pull-apart to wrap things up and EC3 come down to do the bit of booking business is real nice, and it gives everyone lots of time to get those Mania TTs in.

All in all, this was a really solid show. Loved the promo saturation, thought the matches were all well-written (Jye did a solid with two on the midcard), and it opened and closed on hot tag bouts, so I'm giving it a 4 1/2 out of 5 Crann thumbs up. The other half got lopped off while I was prepping dinner or some shit. Onward to Mania baby!

[albo2]

Sorry I didn't put a review up before now but better late then never right!!!!

No back and forth banter to begin from the colour commentators. Are they fighting again? I hate when they fight and all serious.

We start with a match this week and interested to see the Will & Sami dynamic go in this match. Right from the start it's brilliant. The "It's different in England" is perfectly done and gains heat on Osperay straight away whilst I have been to England.... it is different there so how come he gets heat for that!! It sucks seeing Will get folded like an unwanted Valentines Day card b I loved the involvement of Zayn's henchmen. Perfect way to get Ciampa distracted and to leave Homicide all by himself for Zayn and Ospreay to get the "cheap" win and nice way to continue on the story and make Zayn look like a slime ball. Good job Fauche and looking forward to those storylines continuing.

My first promo. Thought I would try a short one to connect some dots for later in the evening. I need Dres or Crann to teach me how to do a short and to the point promo.

Speaking of Crann, nice little Steiner promo here. Why does Buzzard want to piss this man off. Interested to see who the private investor is and Steiner just keeps bringing it.

It would have been nice to see Cody selling a little bit of the stomp from Balor last week with some kind of mention of being banged up and not sure what happened to the help he was going to bring in but nice way to set up what happened next. Ask and I shall receive with Balor speaking about his ankle. I like the length of Balor's response here and liked that he came out alone. Nice little addition of Jarrett to the title picture as well and I believe he deserves it. Might be a sleeper for WrestleMania with all 3 men consistent and really starting to hit their straps. 

My 2nd promo with Cwalker. It's a shame Cwalker couldn't do more as I was planning to plant the seeds for a feed up Spike to go into my last promo but still happy with L.A Knight dominating Spike on the mic once again. He certainly didn't make Little Spike Dudley feel great.

Finally we get our second match of the night. Part of me thinks it's a little weird that Cody went backstage only to come nearly straight back out again and get another entrance.... hey the guy loves the spotlight. Short match by the Dres man. I actually enjoy seeing guys that work hard get a short match in. A little Coup De Grace as well from the American Nightmare. I wonder if that is something we will see on the Road to WrestleMania more. The catch phrases with every punch is a nice little touch as well. Good win for Rhodes and pretty dominate as well.

I didn't actually remember Sam playing Burchill before until someone mentioned it and then all the memories just came back of the C.U.N.T from I'd say 7 years ago. Nice little throwback bringing him back. I like that Pirate is in charge of the search of a kidnapping. That just doesn't seem right but eager to see what's happened to little Grado.

Now I might be wrong but did Hulk ever go up for a elbow drop in real life? I really want to see that now that Jye has written it out. Someone make it happen. I like how Hulk and Batista were written in this match. I like the fact that Hulk tried many Boots and Legdrops and didn't really try to many different moves. Just the stock standard and I like how it didn't take much offence for Batista to get the victory. The end sequence of Hulk being locked in worked as well as it wasn't just a locked in and then he was done. I thought there is a chance his getting out. Great win by Dres.

My 3rd promo. Happy with how this went down and thanks to Dres for feeding Spike the Guild.  Really enjoying our little collabs Dres.

Glad we got a joint promo for Steiner and Buzzard with a bait and switch apology. Did I miss where Mason is there or comes in as the first I know of him, his hitting a lariat from nowhere. Buzzard seems to have some demons man and seems to be changing from quite the comedic superstar to the dark side. Like Mason pulling him away as well showing some compassion and good to see Buzzard get a little win this week. 

Another outstanding promo collab from Fauche & Cwalker. both are at the top of their game and really bringing it every week with their promos. Knight isn't getting old and O'Reilly is the perfect foil for him at the moment. I really really can't wait for this date and think it's the thing I have looked forward to ever in UWF. Don't dissapoint me fellas especially with the sexual chemistry between Bayley and L.A Knight.

Weird promo from Beth and Edge and not really sure what to make of it. I wonder where this is going. Maybe a return of the proper Rated R Superstar perhaps?

Thank you to Jye for writing my match. Wonderwall in the middle of the match was a very creative thing to do and fits perfectly with Jarrett's character. Happy to get the roll up win and I reckon, if Benito could have gone another round, the result might have been different but very happy with my roll up win. I don't mind Spike winning like that as it's hard to make him have a dominant win

Nice little promo from Batista here. Really showing how pissed off he is and I wouldn't approach him with a microphone. Perfect reaction to what has unfolded tonight.

Very very interesting development in Trevor Lee & C.U.N.T's story. I wonder if that means Leedles will play two versions of Cade as brothers or it's just a cover up. Nice to see Shark Boy trust old Lee at the end there and nice use of text messages. It's different and don't think I've seen it before.

Now time for the main event and this match right here deserved the main event. Match of the night for me and I thoroughly enjoyed the interactions between all competitors. The KOR not wanting to start so Bayley isn't close to Knight to MJF arguing with Kingston so he doesn't even know is the legal man was just genius. So many little side stories that brought it all together for one big story. Got two matches we already kinda guessed but it's cool they are announced now.

Great show once again and the UWF train rolls on!!!