Post by Danny on Mar 16, 2023 19:19:30 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello everyone and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: Wrestlemania is so close and yet so far for those waiting to get their hands on each other.
Corey Graves: Luckily there's plenty of action in the meantime. In fact there's one match I'm really looking forward to and that's -
Graves gets cut off as Confrontation plays over the speakers and Ciampa walks out to the ring, the crowd breaks into a cheer. Ciampa has a smirk on his face as he makes his way down to the ring. Climbing in, he asks for a mic. In his other hand is a brown bag.
Ciampa: These past few weeks have been strange for me. I lost at the Rumble. I've been on a slope and worst of all I've been dealing with a rodent of the highest degree.
This rodent has made it his job apparently to make my life a living hell. He took out my mentor. Has interrupted my matches and to be Frank, I'm sick and tired of it all.
The smirk would drop into a trademark Ciampa scowl.
Ciampa: The match interruptions I can deal with but taking out DDP, taking out a guy who is a legend in this business and was an innocent bystander in these proceedings but Sami didn't care.
Now I'm happy to report that DDP is expected to make a full recovery and he thanks you all for the support.
The crowd would break out into a cheer.
Ciampa: When I spoke to him last I told him I would deal with Sami but he told me not to. DDP said to me it wasn't worth it and I was going to let it slide.
Then last week once again due to one of his cronies I lost. Sure maybe I should have kept focus on the match and not go after Generico but I decided then and there: I wasn't going to stand for this anymore.
Fiddling with the bag, Ciampa would pull something out.
Ciampa: Now Sami. I know you're too much of a coward to actually come out here and face me but I'm not moving till you do because I have a proposition for him to sort this out between us and if that doesn't tantalize you….
Lifting up the item, it would be revealed to be El Genericos mask.
Ciampa:...... Maybe this will.
Zayn comes rushing out from the back with La Luchadora in tow. He;s already got a mic in hand and begins to speak on his way down to the ring.
Sami Zayn: What are you doing with that mask? That doesn't belong to you. Hand it back now before I call the local authorities.
Zayn slides into the ring and stands across from Ciampa. Ciampa smiles and looks down at the mask and rips it in half, much to Sami's dismay. He takes both halves and throws at the ground beneath Sami's feet.
Sami Zayn: How dare you! That's destruction of property!
Zayn bends down and picks up the mask. He's trying to somehow magically put it back together by just lining up the pieces but it's no use.
Ciampa: Are you so egotistical or have you not thought about what happened to the man behind the mask?
Sami Zayn: What did you do to him?
Ciampa: Trust me what I did to Generico, well let's just say what you guys did to DDP, looked like a walk in the park compared to that, I beat him black and blue till his own mother wouldn't recognise him. The whole time he was begging for you Sami, wondering where his “loyal” boss was but you didn’t care enough to come find him but don't worry he's safe and maybe I'll let you know where he is but that depends on what happens in the next few minutes
Sami Zayn: So is this why you've brought me out here? To show just how cowardly you are attacking a man who did nothing wrong.
Ciampa: No Sami if I wanted to be a coward I would have followed DDP's orders, let you keep on doing what you've been doing these past few months and ignore it, no I attacked Generico to get your attention.
You see for months now you and I have been on a collision course, one that you've been dead set on avoiding but I'm not going to allow you to avoid me anymore. In just a few shorts weeks we'll be at the biggest show of the year, Wrestlemania and neither of us have a match. I'm out here to get you to agree to that and I've got the contract right here.
Dipping back into the bag, Ciampa would pull out the contract.
Sami Zayn: You see this folks? This is who Tommaso Ciampa really is. He says he's doing this for DDP but he went strictly against his orders. Ciampa, there's a reason why Page wanted you to let this go. He knows that trying to go up against me is career suicide. I know it can seem like a good idea. A Wrestlemania match with a legend. Who wouldn't want that? The problem is, you've got no leverage. El Generico is missing but do you remember what happened the last time he went missing? I rescued him from Bray Wyatt and that oaf has never been seen again. Generico has already suffered so as far as your little match is concerned, that's a no from me dawg.
The crowd boos Sami profusely. He starts to head for the ropes to exit the ring but he stops just shy of going through them. He slowly stands back up and has an inquisitive look on his face.
Sami Zayn: You know, this little match you want, I don't really get a whole lot out of it. You said it yourself, your career is on a downward slope. Beating you does nothing for me. I was facing off against our current UWF Champion last year, I certainly don't need to be slumming it with you this year. The thing is, you are close to being correct avbout one thing. We aren't on a collision course. You just keep getting in my way. How about we end that for good.
Ther'e's murmurs in the crowd, the fans trying to figure out what Sami's getting at.
Sami Zayn: Ciampa I'll sign your little contract for a match at Wrestlemania if and only if...
Sami pauses for dramatic effect.
Sami Zayn: You put your career on the line.
Taking a moment to think, Ciampa would look out to the crowd and then the contract.
Sami Zayn: Well what are you waiting for? If you're so sure you'll beat me, why are you having to think about it?
Ciampa: I was thinking it over Sami, something that you seem to lack in these days or else you would have thought about coming out here and challenging me to put my career on the line, you see this career is my life, its all I have and I will defend it with my life if I have to, I have worked for years to drag my way up and i'll be damned if I give it up so easily but….
Sami Zayn: But you know you can't win against the Forever Champion so-
Ciampa: If you let me finish, BUT if I can’t even beat the biggest joke in UWF History,, maybe I don’t deserve to have a career here anymore. So you want me out of your way Sami, then you’re going to need to beat me for it because the only way I stop being your Roadblock is if I can’t physically be here anymore and I will gladly put up my career to shut your mouth for good and if I lose well, guess you were right all along and that's what matters to you isn’t it.
Handing the contract to Sami, Ciampa would wait for him to sign it. Sami just laughs before signing it.
Sami Zayn: You just signed your own death warrant. Congrats on the career suicide my friend. There's no Eddie Kingston to bail you out this time because when it comes to a pure one on one contest, there's no one better than Sami Zayn.
Ciampa begins to chuckle.
Sami Zayn: Nervous laughter huh? I get it. Now you're starting to realize what a grave mistake you've made huh.
Ciampa: Oh nothing its just, with all your talk about lawyers and threatening to sue people, I would have thought you would have been able to check the fine print on a contract dude because right here at the end, under paragraph four….
Ciampa clears his throat.
Ciampa: Upon accepting the match, Sami Zayn agrees to allow Tommaso Ciampa to pick the type of match they will be having.
Sami Zayn: What!? No no, there must be a mistake. If you're a man of your word, you'll do the right thing here.
Ciampa: Hey its all there in black and white and you know if i’m going to put my career on the line, the thing i’ve worked on for close to 20 years now, that I poured my blood, sweat and tears into well i’m going to make sure even if I lose, you’re going to be pouring blood, you’re going to be sweating and you’re going to be crying by the end because Sami Zayn, at Wrestlemania, its going to be you and I in……….. A DEATHMATCH.
The crowd cheers this loudly, Sami standing there in disbelief. Ciampa walks towards the ring ropes and pats Sami on the back.
Ciampa: See you at mania kid.
Leaving the ring Ciampa makes his way back up the ramp as Sami just stands in the ring with his head down. He's fuming but doesn't want to show it. The crowd is chanting 'Ciampa's gonna kill you" at Sami. Zayn looks up and appears to be glassy eyed but frozen in place as Revolution rolls on.
UWF Revolution continues to roll as the scene quickly cuts to the locker room area where Jeff Jarrett is seen. While getting ready for his match Jeff Jarret has un-welcomed guest as the pair of Finn Balor & Damian Priest is seen.
Finn Balor
You had a lot to say when you interrupted me last week Jarrett. Making your claims at my UWF Television Championship, but I can’t blame you for that. I'm making this championship relevant again now everybody wants their shot. But what you’re not gonna do is disrespect the Mafia, I get that you’re a little excited to be getting your groove back old man. Just cause you beat Hulk Hogan doesn’t mean you have the authority to come out and challenge for my Television Championship.
Jeff Jarrett quickly gets into the face of Finn Balor but before Priest could retaliate Balor stops him and allows Jarrett to speak.
Jeff Jarrett: How about you listen up Slappy, I don't know who you think you are talking to here but you better not be talking to the King of the Mountain like that. I didn't just go out there to claim anything, I went out there because I wanted to make a statement. Jeff Jarrett will be having gold around his waist once again, and I can promise it will sooner rather than later. I beat the former champion and I beat that old bag Hogan and I can damn sure beat you even with your big bodyguard with you. So I wouldn't even start to think how you are going to make the title relevant when your reign will only last a few weeks courtesy of the Last Outlaw. Now if you can get out of my face Slapnuts I got a match to win.
Finn Balor laughs in the face of Jeff Jarrett before he speaks.
Finn Balor
I don’t think he gets how it works around here.
Balor says as he taps Priest on his chest giving him the signal to hold Jeff Jarrett in a full nelson. After holding Jarrett tight Balor picks up Jarrett’s guitar before holding it up against him and speaking.
Finn Balor
I don’t know if you’re hallucinating from all that viagra, but we ain’t the boys you wanna play with around here “Last Outlaw”. Hogan was cast to the wolves after I debuted and squashed him in 3 minutes, and as for Cody he’s gonna get what’s coming as well. You just need to stay in your place, old man, this is a young buck’s game. Else you might just end up as another casualty.
Finn Balor finished his last words with a big swing of the guitar to the floor smashing it into a million pieces.
Finn Balor
Let’s Go Priest!
Upon request Priest lets Jarrett go as the pair walk off leaving Jarrett furious as the camera fades to black.
As Revolution continues, the scene opens up on some backstage festivities as a celebration of sorts seems to be going on. Suddenly none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin enters the shot with a Steveweiser in hand.
Stone Cold: Oh hell yeah!
Steve looks to be having the time of his life when suddenly The Miz comes limping into the shot.
Stone Cold: Hey, kid.
The Miz: Don’t you, “Hey, kid” me. I don’t know what makes you think right outside Batista’s office was a good place to act like a drunken idiot but you’ve got a lot of nerve! He’s got a very important tag team match to get ready for, in case you weren’t aware! What the hell are you celebrating anyway?
Stone Cold: Seems ta’ me you’ve been too busy with yer head up Batista’s ass ta’ catch sight of a calendar! It’s 3:16 Day, ya dumb sumbitch! Not that I’ve ever needed a reason ta’ toss back a beer. (What?) Two beers. (What?) Three beers. (What?) Fo…
The Miz: Enough! Either you keep it down or, broken foot and all, I’m going to kick your ass!
The two men have a tense staredown as Miz turns and walks offscreen and you hear a door shut as Stone Cold continues to drink his beer as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to an establishing shot of this city's finest dining establishment - Truffoni's. The locals in the crowd "Oooh" at the mere sight of the classy restaurant. Everyone knows its impossible to get a reservation there.
Next shot! We're inside now. Generous of the staff to allow a camera crew full access like this. Whoever its for must be some kinda big deal. The fans applaud and cheer when they see Bayley walk in, dressed to the nines. That adulation nose dives when LA Knight follows her in. Bayley takes an uncertain glance around the place - it's been a steady diet of road food at work and Granna O'Reilly's Irish stew back at home, with the occasional treat of Despy's barely legal Mexi-Sushi. All that to say that it's been a long time since she stepped foot in a joint like Truffoni's.
The charm of it all dissipates when Knight hooks arms with her and guides her towards the Maitre d’, who, despite this being an Italian place, is Franco-coded.
Maitre d’: Puis-je vous aider?
Bayley: Yeah, you got any cyanide capsules around here?
Maitre'd: Est-ce que quelqu'un va vraiment traduire ça ?
Knight: Yeah, its "Knight". Rezzy for dos, hombre. Let's see some andale, too. The lady looks like she's starving.
Their French host lets the Spanish stereotyping slide as he takes the pair of them over the their table. The dinging room is packed with wealthy and powerful couples. Bankers. Lawyers. Movers. Shakers. You name it. Knight plays the gentleman and hurries ahead to get Bayley's chair pulled out for her. She rebukes the gesture and grabs the other seat instead.
Once they've settled in, a server comes on by.
Garcon: Good evening and welcome to Truffoni's. Celebrating a special occasion, hmm? Anniversary? A birthday, perhaps? What brings you in tonight?
Bayley: Coercion.
The waiter looks at Knight, who shrugs, so he chuckles uneasily before moving along.
Garcon: Would you like to see wine list? Or I might recommend the Familia Zuccardi 'Finca Piedra Infinita' Gravascal is -
Bayley: What's the cocktail menu looking like?
Garcon: Oh, well our -
Bayley: You know what, I just came up with my own. Four fingers tequila, four fingers vodka. Yeah. Yeah just keep those coming until it becomes a medical emergency.
Again, the waiter shoots Knight a nervous glance. Knight just shoos him away while Bayley open up her purse, grabs her phone, and dissociates by way of doom-scrolling twitter. Revolution rolls on!
When Lie, Cheat, Steal by Jim Johnston plays, The UWF Universe See a low rider coming out from the back and drives it smoothly out here onto the stage and rides it straight down towards the ramp away and he pulls to a stop and turned on the switches inside of his low rider an stops it and gets out of his low rider in starts shaking his arms in gets inside of the Revolution ring and climbs up the top rope and beats on his chest and shakes his arms once again and head over towards the other top rope and does the exact same thing beats his chest and does the shake an gets down from the top rope
Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero
“Catch your breath” begins to blast through the pa system as the crowd stand to their feet as they hear the theme song Everybody turns their attention to the entrance ramp to watch Finn Balor walk out onto the stage. Finn Balor walks out onto the stage in his blue leather jacket and blue trunks and quickly embraces the crowd as he walks out.
Tony Chimel: Weighing In at 180lbs from Ireland, Finn Balor!
The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild. Finn Balor times his theme song perfectly and taunts the crowd as the lights flash. After taunting Finn Balor throws up his collar on his jacket and proceeds to walk down the ramp and make his way to the ring. Balor then climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to showboat the crowd once more as the light flickers.
Finn Balor hops off of the turnbuckle.
VS
DING DING DING
Balor and Eddie circle the ring, getting ready to tie up but Balor stops near Eve and blows her a kiss and a wink. This sets of Eddie who runs at him but Balor trips him up with a Drop Toe Hold. Eddie ends up falling on the middle rope and Balor places his knee behind his head and begins to choke him out all right in front of his mamacita. The ref counts to 4 and Balo backs off with a big smile on his face. Eddie sits down in the corner holding his throat and coughing while Eve gets on the apron and checks on him.
Corey Graves: Look at this, Eddie already needs a time out.
Mauro Ranallo: I may not like how he always gets things done but Balor clearly baited Guerrero in and now he's paying for it.
Eddie picks himself up in the corner but Balor runs over and gives Eddie a Dropkick to the face. Guerrero falls forward onto his hands and knees and so Balor grabs him and pulls him up. He lifts him high in the air but Eddie brings down a knee to the top of his head and falls forward, keeping a hold of Balor and flipping him over into a Suplex. He keeps a hold of him and rolls back up to hit another. The fans are going wild as Eddie finished off the three Amigos! He stands up and shimmies before pointing to the top rope. He exits the ring and climbs to the top rope but stops and tells Eve to come on up She does and gives him a kiss on the cheek and Eddie seems ecstatic. Unfortunately he wasted too much time and Balor is already up, running over and takes him down to the mat with a Superplex! He makes the pin!
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Guerrero kicks out! Balor brings him up to a vertical base but Eddie shoves him away. Balor runs right back at him but Eddie nails him with a Dropkick! Balor pops back up but eats another one that sends him reeling to the outside. Eddie walks over to the ropes and launches himself out with a Slingshot Plancha. Balor however side steps him and kicks up, getting Eddie right in the gut on the way down! Eddie rolls around on the ground holding his stomach but Balor picks him up and tosses him into the barricade.
Corey Graves: Balor is sending Eddie a message that you don't mess with the Television Champion.
Tom Phillips: Jeff Jarrett has already decided to butt into the title picture but if Eddie wins tonight, he could very well get put into the title match at Wrestlemania as well.
Corey Graves: God help us all. Luckily that won't happen in a million years.
Balor comes back into the ring and tells the ref to go ahead and count Eddie out. Eve tends to him on the outside and Finn tells the time keeper to go ahead and ring the bell already. The ref reaches a count of 6 and Eddie is back on his feet. He slides into the ring but Balor is all over him, clubbing him in the back multiple times to keep him down but Eddie grabs at his feet and takes him down. He crawls all over him and starts punching but Balor is able to kick himself away and roll back up to his feet. He runs Eddie but eats a Clothesline for his troubles. He pops right back up but Eddie scoops him up for a Tilt-A-While Backbreaker! He makes the pin!
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Balor kicks out! Eddie brings him up right away and throws him to the corner. Eddie runs and jumps onto his knees and send him overhead with a Monkey Flip. In a show of aestheticism, Balor however ends up landing on his feet! He looks back at Eddie who's getting up and he not aware at all as Balor hits him with the Shotgun Dropkick in the corner, Eddie's head bouncing off the middle turnbuckle! He rolls away from the ropes and Balor decides to go up top. He's got him perfectly set up for the Coup De Grace but as he's coming down, Eddie rolls out of the way! Balor lands and hobbles around a bit, maybe that ankle not as 100% as he lead on. Eddie ends up grabbing him and kicking off the ropes for a Tornado DDT! He goes for the cover!
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The Television Champion kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: Finn Balor said the ankle was fine but maybe he was just trying to hide the fact that it may not be.
Corey Graves: It was just a slight tweak, nothing to be worried about.
Tom Phillips: This close to Wrestlemania? I'd be worried about any sort of misstep.
Corey Graves: That's why you're not a wrestler Phillips. Us guys with real in ring experience know when are bodies are fine and when they're not fine. Balor is fine!
Balor gets brought back up by Eddie who lifts him up in a powerbomb position but then lays him over his back. He hooks the arms before dropping him down with a Gory Special! Balor's face smacks against the mat and Eddie flips him over. He points to the top rope and this time climbs with more haste than previously. Eve cheers him on, this time not going for a kiss and Eddie soars into a Frog Splash! Finn however gets the knees up and Eddie lands right on them! He rolls around holding his gut but Balor picks him up and hits a Brainbuster! Eddie looks knocked out but that's not the end of it for Balor. He picks up the wannabe challenger and delivers a Bloody Sunday! He goes for the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Finn Balor!
Corey Graves: No matter how close you think you are, Finn Balor is always going to put you right in your place.
Tom Phillips: An impressive win for sure but a hard fought battle by Eddie Guerrero. Maybe he's deserving of a title shot after getting so close?
Corey Graves: We're not in the business of handouts Phillips! Besides, it's on to bigger and better things for Finn.
Eve checks on Eddie while Balor is handed the championship and he celebrates. He gives Eve a wink and heads out while she looks disgusted as the show moves on.
The scene opens up on Batista looking seriously into the camera.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Dudley Boyz, congratu-fucking-lations on showing some testicles this week but you can ask L…A….Knight what good having testicles does you, I’m likely to hit you in them. See it doesn’t make a fucking difference to me what gimmick you’re trying to pull off, because a rose by any other name is still going to get stomped on. Hell you might get smashed with a guitar if Jarrett sees fit, then you’ll know how Spike felt digging glass out of his skull when you two are digging out splinters of wood. It’s time for the Dudley family to suffer its first loss tonight when I shelve you assholes for good.
Batista continues to look into the camera as Revolution continues elsewhere.
We head back to LA and Bayley. Bayley is still on her phone, but LA Knight is looking to stir a little conversation and get the ball rolling.
LA Knight: 'Ya know, this is the trendiest restaurant in the whole city. They're booked up all the way to Christmas. But all L...A....Knight had to do was give them a call and tell them that the biggest star in all of professional wrestling was bringing the most beautiful woman in all of professional wrestling, and they gladly fit us in.
Bayley is only like 5% listening. She's too busy on Twitter.
Bayley: Look at that; Mercedes is throwing a Mandalorian themed party tonight. I wish I was there...Honestly, I wish I was anywhere but here.
LA Knight: Mandalorian? 'Ya into that geek stuff? Why would 'ya wanna be there when 'ya are here with L...A....Knight?
Just then, the waiter returns with the alarming amount of alcohol that Bayley ordered to get her started.
Garcon: Have we decided on our entrees this evening? Or do we need more time?
LA Knight says "Ladies First", but Bayley insists that he goes ahead because she's still deciding.
LA Knight: Well, while the lady is still deciding, L..A...Knight will have your Maple Glazed Salmon with Asparagus and your Rosemary Roasted Potatoes.
Garcon: Excellent choice, sir. And for the young lady?
Bayley: I think I will have the Fil-Let Mig-Non...
Garcon: Pardon me, young lady, but it is pronounced Filet Mignon.
Bayley: Yeah, let me get that. Cooked Medium Well. Mashed Potatoes and Broccoli.
Garcon: Of course, Madam. Please allow me to take these menus....
Bayley: Wait! I wasn't finished. I would also like the Full Rack of Baby Back Ribs; extra sauce of course.
Garcon: Naturally...
Garcon shoots LA Knight another look as he reaches for Bayley's menu.
Bayley: Hold on...you got Chicken Fingers? Add that to the order too.
Garcon: Anything else, madam?
Bayley: I'll let you know. He's paying.
Garcon leaves the table finally. LA Knight is a little confused as to exactly what just happened. Bayley immediately goes back on her phone while the "Million Dollar Megastar" sits perplexed.
Bayley: Man! Mandalorian Party! So cool!
Bayley goes back to the doom scrolling again! Revolution rolls on!
The crowd is anticipating the next match as the match graphic appears on screen...
VS
The stadium erupts into a sea of green light, "Osaka" by Hella kicks in on the stadium soundsystem. An eerie fog begins to fill the stage as manic strobe lights flood the arena in an energy approximate to that of Ospreay's theme.
Will Ospreay makes his way through the accumulated mist, strolling toward the ring at a steady pace, gaze fixed upon the ring, teeth grit with brazen anger. His glare passes through various members of the crowd, though boos ring out around the arena, members of the public standing at the barricades outstretch their arms desperately in hopes of a response in the form of a reciprocated high five or acknowledgement from Ospreay. He doesn't entertain their hopes.
Tony Chimel:
"On his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds. Fighting out of Rainham, England, he IS the Commonwealth Kingpin of the United Empire, The ASSASSIN, WILL OSPREAY!"
Ospreay pays no mind to the ring announcer, he rolls into the ring, stares directly down the main camera, bounds one leg over the top rope and another leg upon the bottom rope 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 pre-match buzz is palpable in the house when the blistering opening chords of a trash metal classic hit the PA, pulling a fair bit of heat from the stands.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, from Woodstock, Georgia and weighing in at 230 pounds, The Second-Generation Stud, Bronson STEINER!!!
Steiner wastes no time. There's money to be made, after all. The big man marches right down to the ring, jogs up the ring steps, walks along the apron and enters without scraping his boots. He foregoes all theatrics except a simple gesture as though he is snapping a piece of lumber, but it's clear the implication is he plans to break whatever opponent stands in the other corner when the bell rings.
Steiner then heads to his corner and does his pre-match stretches to limber up.
DING DING DING
Tom Phillips: "These two men have everything to gain by winning this match ahead..."
Corey Graves: "Ospreay coming out here tonight looking to sharpen his blade, He has been trying to behead Ciampa the last few weeks."
Mauro Ranallo: "Steiner has his own mark in Leyton Buzzard. Last week Buzzard struck back leaving Bronson in a foul mood, You may need a few refills to get through this behemoths neck!"
Ospreay, Steiner both go to lock up Ospreay goes low wrapping his arms around the waist of Steiner, The Kingpin begins to left Steiner off his feet and to the canvas with impressive strength, Steiner has other plans as he throws back an stiff elbow that rocks Ospreay right off the eyebrow causing Will to stumble back, Steiner grabs the head he lifts Ospreay to a vertical base as he moves to the center of the ring, Bronson stalls for a moment but--
Corey Graves: "Who invited this guy?"
Leyton Buzzard: "What did you say? Corey? Can't a fellow Brit come out and support a fellow countryman."
Tom Phillips: "Buzzard are you sure you want to be in proximity of the bear you've been hurling insults at?"
Leyton Buzzard: "Tom did you even watch last week? It was another step towards exposing the CONSPIRACY..."
It's Leyton Buzzard walking out onto the stage with a huge shit eating grin on his face, He points to the commentary table signaling his intent to watch from a closer viewing angle, meanwhile in the ring, Steiner is distracted enough that The Kingpin is able to slide free from the stalling suplex, Ospreay parkour rolls onto the canvas behind as Steiner points to Buzzard and letting the bastard know he is dead once Ospreay is assassinated...
Mauro Ranallo: "It's odd firstly you're avoiding Steiner like the plague but since you've hired a thug to do your dirty business, You've begun to throw stones in the proverbial glass house..."
Leyton Buzzard: "Steiner wouldn't understand what to do with his own reflection, that's reflected by the glass house. I mean he'd probably leave an imprint with how filthy the dumb prick is...
Steiner is turned around he is met with a high knee to the chin that sends him into the corner, Ospreay not letting up follows up lifting Steiner onto his shoulders, Steiners back on the shoulders of Ospreay who begins to move closer to the center of the ring, The aerial assassin uses his power to send Bronson Steiner over the right shoulder, Steiner lands face and chest first into the canvas leaving the behemoth breathless.
Corey Graves: "Impressive strength on display from Ospreay. . ."
Tom Phillips: "Steiner got hit with the reverse firemans carry powerslam"
Leyton Buzzard"Maybe Steiner will Adjust his attitude, The dumb dog refuses to take any of my cheques, He says that his benefactor has an almost unlimited budget I don't know what that means but I am not sure Steiner can actually do the maths ha ha ha ha"
Steiner like some god damned tank is rising to his feet mere moments of taking the full brunt of the King Pins offense. Ospreay takes advantage of Steiner's vulnerable state and delivers a swift kick to his legs, followed by a series of rapid kicks to the stomach. Steiner winces in pain, but before he can recover, Ospreay delivers a vicious bicycle knee to his head, causing him to stumble forward. The Kingpin quickly follows up lifting the dog faced gremlin up, He spins around before slamming Steiner down onto the mat with tremendous force.
Mauro Ranallo: "Spin out powerbomb by the King Pin, Will Ospreay..."
Leyton Buzzard: "Did you guys know the public restrooms with the signs that say "clean restrooms"?"
Tom Phillips: "That's odd timing there is a match if you're not going to commentate please shut -"
Leyton Buzzard: "Steiner is probably going to clean every toilet from here to mania, He is that stupid..."
Corey Graves: "You really are a headache Leyton..."
Ospreay gets up to his feet and signals to the crowd he is heading to the corner and Will climbs up to the top rope, perching himself on the turnbuckle. Steiner slowly starts to get up, but Ospreay leaps off rotating throu the air with grace and malintent, driving his knees into Steiner's chest...
Leyton Buzzard "I-"
Corey Graves: "What a move by Ospreay! He's pulling out all the stops tonight."
Tom Phillips: "But can he keep up this pace? We know Steiner is a tough competitor and won't go down easily."
Ospreay gets to his feet keeping his foot on the gas, Ospreay charges towards the ropes, Steiner gets to his feet, Ospreay springboards off the ropes into the air looking for the Oscutter, but Steiner sees it coming at the last moment. The behemoth catches Ospreay mid-air, the impact is thunderous as Steiner drives his shoulder into Ospreay's midsection, sending him crashing down to the mat. The force of the spear is so intense that it looks like it just about tears the aerial assassin in two...
Mauro Ranallo: "What a counter by Steiner! Ospreay went for the Oscutter, but Steiner read it like a book and countered with a spear that nearly tore him in half!"
Leyton Buzzard "Not that im-
Tom Phillips: "Do you guys hear a gnat?"
Leyton Buzzard "I SHOULD BE YO-"
Corey Graves "Tom listening to this muppet speak all night, I want you to know I am actually glad to have you as a broadcast partner...
Tom Phillips: "Cant believe I am saying this but ditto!"
But before Ospreay can even attempt to stand up, Steiner grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. As Ospreay bounces off the ropes and comes charging back, Steiner takes him down with a thunderous lariat that sends him flipping through the air.
Tom Phillips: "What a thunderous lariat!"
As Ospreay struggles to get up, Steiner grabs his wrist whipping him around into the turnbuckles, Ospreay stumbles back, Steiner charges at the disoriented Kingpin, Bronson puts down Ospreay with a thunderous lariat. Ospreay tries to get back up, but Steiner quickly puts him down again with a huge boot to the face as he gets to his knees...
Mauro Ranallo: "Steiner is a force to be reckoned with when he's fired up like this. And it looks like he's not done yet."
Steiner pulls Ospreay up by his ears almost dead-lifting him to his feet, showcasing his immense strength. He then hoists Ospreay up hooking his arms around the chest before throwing his back sending Ospreay into the atmosphere, Gravity does the rest of the job sending Ospreay crashing neck first into the canvas...
Corey Graves: "That's got to hurt. Steiner is taking control of this match. What's the matter Buzzard you've gone quite..."
Tom Phillips: "He has gone deathly quite since Steiner has taken control of this match...
Leyton Buzzard "I-"
Tom Phillips: "See noone cares what you have to say Buzzard"
Steiner gets to his feet as he points towards Buzzard still with the Bristol lad in the back of his mind as he places Ospreay's head between his legs, Steiner hoist the Kingpin onto his shoulders as he brings him down back first into the turnbuckles, Steiner releases the bomb, Ospreay is holding onto the ropes as Steiner charges and hits him with a running elbow directly to the temple, Steiners body mass slams into Ospreay causing the turnbuckles to buckle for a moment from the impact, Ospreay falls face forwards clearly out from such a vicious strike...
Mauro Ranallo: "Buckle bomb into a straight up vicious elbow"
Corey Graves: "And it looks like Steiner isn't done yet. He's signaling for the end of the match."
Steiner picks up the limp body of Ospreay and hoists him directly up into a vertical base, Steiner smiles as he releases Ospreay attempts to catch him mid air, but Ospreay somehow using Steiner as a base for his insanity, as he rotates landing on his backside bringing the head of Steiner right down onto his shoulder, Ospreay makes the cover...
Tom Phillips: "What an incredible display of athleticism by Will Ospreay! He used Scott Steiner's own momentum against him to execute that devastating move!"
Mauro Ranallo: "This is why Will Ospreay is considered one of the best high-flyers in the business! He risked it all and it paid off with that incredible impact!"
One. . .
Two-
Steiner powers out easily at two!
Ospreay smiles almost as if he just pinned the behemoth to get some sort of point across, Ospreay gets to his feet, He looks down at Steiner who is still powering himself up to his feet, Osprey throws a kick that connects with the thigh of the big guy, the sound reverberates throughout the arena, Ospreay follows up with another kick that's somehow more impactful than the first, Bronson limps forward as Ospreay ducks a lariat attempt, Ospreay follows up with a third kick to the back of the knee which connects chopping out the leg under Steiner forcing him to one Knee. Steiner isnt downed long as he gets up to his feet, He goes to grapple Will but Will has gone low sweeping his leg, which takes the support from under Steiner who crashes back first into the canvas...
Tom Phillips: "Will Ospreay is relentless! He's targeting Steiner's legs with those vicious kicks and chops, and now he's got him down on the mat again."
Corey Graves: "You can see the impact of those kicks and the toll they're taking on Steiner. He's trying to get up, but his legs are like jelly."
Mauro Ranallo: "That was a beautiful sweep by Ospreay! He's really showing his technical prowess here, taking the big man down with precision and skill." "That was a beautiful sweep by Ospreay! He's really showing his technical prowess here, taking the big man down with precision and skill."
Ospreay grabs the leg of Steiner as he begins to twist the ankle of the leg he's been working over, Steiner face contorts in pain as Ospreay puts his whole body weight into putting pressure on the joints. Steiner goes to grab the leg of Ospreay to try something but Will takes the arm as he places his knee into the back of Steiner pulling back on the arm, Steiner is in alot of pain but it doesn't look like he is going to submit, Ospreay cinches back further on the leg, Steiners arm and leg meet in the middle of his back as they both get bent out of position by Ospreay...
Leyton Buzzard: "Steiner might not be able to walk after this, Fantastic! Than he will be as useless as his bra-"
Corey Graves: "This is where Ospreay is dangerous. He can fly, he can strike, and now he's showing he can submit too. Steiner better find a way out of this, or he might not make it out of here in one piece."
Mauro Ranallo: "That submission hold is a thing of beauty! Ospreay is using his body like a weapon, and Steiner is feeling the full force of it. This could be the end for the big man!"
Steiner looks for anything at all he is in agony, Ospreay cinches back even further, Bronson using his free hand looking for a way out, Steiner finds what he was looking for, Steiner grabs the face of Ospreay using his strength to spike Ospreay into the canvas causing him to lose his grip, Steiner doesn't stop with one he bounces once more causing the crowd to wince in pain from the impact into the canvas, Steiner pulls back once again he just about puts Ospreay through the canvas with a second spike, Steiner gets to his feet looking down at Ospreay...
Corey Graves: "That's what you call a Hail Mary move! Steiner had to do something, anything to get out of that hold"
Mauro Ranallo: "Steiner using the canvas to his advantage to escape the hold, How absolutely sickening! Ospreay may be out cold after that, folks. Steiner has completely turned the tide in this match. But Steiner can't afford to rest on his laurels now, he needs to capitalize on this opportunity."
Ospreay lays on the canvas, writhing in pain from the brutal spikes into the mat. The crowd is stunned, unsure of what will happen next. Steiner stands over Ospreay, a fierce look in his eyes, as he reaches down to grab him by the hair. He pulls Ospreay up to his feet, still holding onto his hair, and delivers a punishing knee to his midsection.
Tom Phillips: "That's the thing about Steiner, he's always one step ahead. He found a way out of that submission hold, and now he's taking the fight to Ospreay with those vicious strikes."
Ospreay doubles over in pain, but Steiner isn't finished yet. He pulls Ospreay's head down and wraps his arms around his waist, lifting him up into a brutal German suplex that sends him crashing to the mat once again. The impact echoes throughout the arena as the crowd gasps in shock...
Tom Phillips: "Steiner is just ragdolling Ospreay at this point. He's in complete control and there's no sign of him slowing down."
Leyton Buzzard: "I would argue otherwise Tom, Steiner will probably do something stupid..."
Mauro Ranallo: "That suplex was absolutely brutal! The impact was felt throughout the arena, and Ospreay must be feeling every inch of it. Steiner is showing us why he's a force to be reckoned with in the ring."
Steiner rolls through and holds onto Ospreay's waist, lifting him up for another German suplex. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, wondering how much more punishment Ospreay can take. With a primal yell, Steiner delivers the second suplex, snapping Ospreay's body back to the mat with a sickening thud...
Tom Phillips: "Another German suplex by Steiner! Ospreay's body is being tossed around like a rag doll. This is hard to watch."
Mauro Ranallo: "The impact of that suplex was just sickening. You can hear the thud as Ospreay's body hits the mat. Steiner is dominating this match with his raw power."
Ospreay's body is limp and almost broken, the referee goes to check on him, but Steiner is not satisfied. He pulls Ospreay up again, this time by his hair and lifts him up for a third German suplex, Steiner releases, He doesn't expect it but he turns to see Ospreay with his back to him standing on his two feet, He expertly landed on his feet running on something ungodly, Ospreay runs to the ropes, He uses the ropes to springboard back into the behemoth, He grabs the head of Steiner bringing it down on his shoulder...
Tom Phillips: "Wait a minute, Ospreay is back on his feet? How is he even standing after all that punishment?"
Corey Graves: "I don't know how he's doing it, but Ospreay just pulled off an incredible counter! He's using the ropes to launch himself back at Steiner!"
Mauro Ranallo: "Ospreay is like a cat with nine lives. He's somehow finding a way to stay in this match despite the punishment he's taken. And what a move, bringing Steiner down with that shoulder breaker!"
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay needs to capitalize on this momentum if he wants any chance of winning this match. He can't let Steiner recover after all those German suplexes."
Corey Graves: "That's easier said than done, Tom. Steiner is a beast, and he's proven he can take a lot of punishment. Ospreay will have to dig deep if he wants to pull off the upset."
Ospreay places his hand over the chest of Steiner with the weakest cover attempt possible...
Mauro Ranallo: "Ospreay going for the pinfall, Not sure if he even knows that...
One...
Two...
No Steiner kicks out at TWO again, How?
Ospreay can't believe it, but he doesn't waste any time. He slowly gets to his feet, stumbling, He lifts up Steiner between his legs hooking the arms, He lifts Steiner up using his arms onto his shoulder, Ospreay He allows Steiner to roll of his shoulder slightly as he violently spins around spiking Steiners head off the canvas. Ospreay should go for the pin but the adrenaline seems to have run drier than the Sahara Desert. Ospreay and Steiner both battered and bruised, Only if Ospreay could get to the cover but Steiner is too far now as he is slowly crawling his way to the corner...
Leyton Buzzard: "I-"
Tom Phillips: "Ha---"
Leyton Buzzard: "SHUT UP, I AM SPEAKING NOW, I AM SICK OF ALL OF YOU, I COME OUT HERE TO SEE THIS MATCH FOR MYSELF BUT ALL THAT HAPPENS IS YOU THREE CONSTANTLY IGNORE EVERYTHING I DO, FOR NO REASON AT ALL, I AM SICK OF IT, I AM SICK OF THE THREE OF YOU NO GOOD AND NO TALENT HACKS, RUNNING ME DOWN. YOU KNOW WHAT? I BET YOU'RE PAID TO RUN ME DOWN, TO RUIN MY CREDIBILITY, YOU THREE ARE PART OF THE CONSPIRACY. BUZZARD OU--"
Ospreay and Steiner both in the ring both using the ropes to get to their feet, the crowds attention is drawn to the commentary desk as Buzzard throws his headset at Ranallo, Buzzard begins to walk down to the ring, Steiner realising the potential threat puts the hurt down onto Ospreay with a tackle that sends him back down into the canvas, Buzzard who has grabed a chair during all of this, gets to the ring and onto the apron, He swings the chair which Bronson catches mid swing before tearing it from the hands of Buzzard, Steiner throws the chair out of the ring, sending it into the crowd, Leyton tries to enter the ring to take down his enemy, As he enters the ring he is met with with a spear by Steiner, cutting Buzzard's plans for anything short, Steiner looks down at Buzzard anger in his eye...
Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my God, Buzzard's interference has completely backfired! Steiner has caught him in the act and has taken out Leyton with a vicious spear!"
"You are dead you little prick!"
Tom Phillips: "Can't say Buzzard didn't deserve this..."
Steiner goes to throw a huge elbow but before he can even do anything Ospreay who had made his feet during the distraction takes his one shot, his one opportunity, Ospreay comes speeding towards the distracted Behemoth, Bronson doesn't see it coming as the sleeve is down and the elbow penetrates the back of his skull, He follows through, Steiners body almost immediately goes limp, Ospreay hooks both legs as he knows he has it...
Tom Phillips: "Ospreay seized the opportunity and delivered that devastating blow with precision!"
Corey Graves: "Steiner never saw the hidden blade coming! Ospreay was in the right place the right time! This could be it, guys!"
One...
Two...
Three...
Ospreay is relieved as the referees hand hits for three.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Tony Chimel: "The winner of this match, The Aerial Assassin, Willlll Ospreay..."
Ospreay is declared the winner. He stands up, raising his arms in victory as the referee raises his hand in the air.Ospreay goes to each corner of the ring before dropping and rolling out, Buzzard who is still nursing his abdomen from the spear mere moments ago meets eye to eye with Ospreay who is now heading to the back after his massive win...
Buzzard makes his way over to the timekeeper's area and Buzzard grabs a dog collar. Steiner is still in the ring unresponsive from the hidden blade to the back of the head. Buzzard takes his time as he snatches a microphone from Tony Chimels hands. Leyton slides back into the ring, He opens the collar up as he lifts it up almost boasting, Buzzard uses force to get the collar around the neck of Steiner, It seems to be a few sizes too small but Buzzard doesn't care as he tightens the collar and chain around the neck of Steiner...
Tom Phillips: "I can't believe what I'm seeing, Mauro. Steiner is out cold and now he's being chained like a dog?"
Mauro Ranallo: "I can only hope someone comes out here to put a stop to this before it goes any further."
Buzzard slaps Steiner across the face, but the behemoth remains unresponsive, his head hanging low. Buzzard lifts the microphone and leans in closely as he yanks on the dog chain.
Leyton Buzzard: "You're such a worthless dog, Steiner. I was hoping to see some anger in your face, to humiliate you and make you go away. I never wanted this, but you were the one who ruined the Celebration of Leyton. You're in the way of me finding out the truth behind this CONSPIRACY, and you've refused to let me know who's behind all of this. You called me out last week, but we both know how that went.
It's not my fault that these THINGS put you in that unfortunate situation, Bronson. They tried to end your career, and they knew what I was bound to do. All they've done is push me further and further to the edge, and last week, you were just the unfortunate dog in the way. You were trying to make things personal, but you stepped a boundary, and there's no going back. You're as guilty as each one of those THINGS.
You've left me with no choice but to bend to your wishes and give you what you want. Take that as you will, but Steiner, I won't give it to you on your terms. I'm doing it on my own terms. I think the stray needs to be muzzled, collared, and taken away to be put down. So Steiner, I WANT YOU IN A DOG COLLAR MATCH AT WRESTLEMANIA!"
Buzzard uses the chain, yanking it pulling the whole mass of Steiner with it by his neck, The crowd reign down their disdain, booing and throwing anything in their hands toward Buzzard,there seems to be a whole hearted agreement from the audience, disgusted by Buzzard's actions, THAT BUZZARD is a piece of shit. But the self-proclaimed mastermind seems to revel in the chaos he's created, laughing maniacally as the crowds boos get louder, Buzzard isn't letting the crowd get to him almost as if it's non existent at this point in time, Buzzard looks down in disgust before wiping his feet of dust, as he exits the ring.
The camera cuts to the commentators as ring crew rush to assist Steiner...
Mauro Ranallo: "I can't believe what we just witnessed, gentlemen. Leyton Buzzard has taken his twisted games to a whole new level."
Tom Phillips: "It's sickening, Mauro. Buzzard is clearly unhinged, and to subject Steiner to a dog collar match at WrestleMania, Is just downright insulting..."
Corey Graves: "I have to admit, guys, Buzzard may be a madman, but he's certainly entertaining. And I have a feeling that dog collar match is going to be one for the ages."
Mauro Ranallo: "Corey, you're missing the point. This is not about entertainment. This is about the safety and well-being of our wrestlers. Buzzard needs to be stopped before someone gets seriously hurt."
Tom Phillips: "It's sickening, Mauro. Buzzard is clearly unhinged, and to subject Steiner to a dog collar match at WrestleMania, Is just downright insulting..."
Corey Graves: "I have to admit, guys, Buzzard may be a madman, but he's certainly entertaining. And I have a feeling that dog collar match is going to be one for the ages."
Mauro Ranallo: "Corey, you're missing the point. This is not about entertainment. This is about the safety and well-being of our wrestlers. Buzzard needs to be stopped before someone gets seriously hurt."
The feed moves on from the commentators as.
We are on location. In the bottom left of the screen, a graphic pops up saying "Earlier Today", letting us know what we are about to witness takes place long before tonight's activities. This does not take place in a ring, a dark alley or any of your other traditional professional wrestling tropes. Instead, we're outside of your typical corner store. Let's see what's happening....
If you've ever been to a corner store, you know once you enter, there's a chime that goes off. And sure enough, the door swings open, the chime goes off and we're greeted with....
YEAH!!!
Oh God....
LA Knight: You....
LA Knight looks at the guy working the register behind the glass> Knight reads his name tag; it says....Itch.
LA Knight: Itch, is it? Yeah, listen, this town is a dump and L...A....Knight wants to get out of here as fast as possible. L...A....Knight has big things to do.
Itch: Excuse me sir....who is LA Knight?
Knight is visibly befuddled.
LA Knight: Who is? Who is L...A....Knight? 'Ya lucky there's six inches of glass between us or L...A....Knight would come back there and slap the taste out of your mouth.
Itch: No sir. I don't want Mr. LA Knight to do that to me. Whoever he is, I'm sure he's a good man.
LA Knight: Alright, listen here jabroni...'ya see that outside?....
Knight points to the parking lot.
LA Knight: 'Ya see that beauty right there? That's a 2023 Daytona SP3 Ferrari. That's worth more than 'ya will ever make in 'ya life. 'Ya got that, jack?
Itch: Yes sir. That's a very nice car. So you drive for Mister Knight?
LA Knight is getting frustrated. This guy obviously doesn't know who he is.
LA Knight: 'Ya motherf.....'ya know what? Nevermind. Just let L...A....Knight get a 12-pack of Magnums.
Itch: I'm sorry sir, we don't sell 12-packs. Only 6-packs and 3-packs.
LA Knight: Well then give L...A....Knight Two 6-packs then, DUMMY! L...A....Knight has a big date tonight and L....A....Knight plans on getting lucky.
Itch: Ah okay, I'm starting to understand. So you and this Mister Knight are an item?
LA Knight: WHAT?
Itch: It's 2023....I don't judge. Here you go. That'll be $23.37.
LA Knight: Whatever.
LA Knight pulls out his credit card.
LA Knight: Can''t believe they only sell 6-packs. Ridiculous.
As soon as LA Knight says 6-pack, the door chimes, letting us know that someone has walked in. Knight's transaction is complete and he prepares to leave, but as he soon as he turns around, he's stopped in his tracks. He sees the one person that he did not expect to run into today....
Stone Cold: Well gah dang, it really is a small world. Stone Cold Steve Austin and Ell Aye Knight bumpin’ into each other at the local corner store. Whatcha got in the bag there, sweetheart?
Maybe he’s still miffed at the cashier, maybe it’s the southern drawl that pronounced his name differently than he’s used to hearing, maybe he’s star struck and won’t admit it. Whatever it is, L…A….Knight is irritated. He sighs deeply.
LA Knight: This day can't get any worse. Hey, Austin, First of all, it's pronounced L...A....Knight. Please try and keep up. As far as what's in the bag, well let L...A....Knight tell 'ya, this right here is a big bag of none 'ya....
Austin cocks his head, not understanding Knight.
LA Knight: None 'ya business, DUMMY!
Pretty basic set up; not the best pay off.
LA Knight: Now, if 'ya don't mind...L...A....Knight has somewhere to be. So excuse 'ya.
Knight blows by Austin and heads towards the door. But as he's walking past the Rattlesnake, Austin grabs the bag Knight was holding and takes a peak for himself.
Stone Cold: Now when ya tried ta’ blow past ol’ Stone Cold, you should know, I was this close ya’ dropping’ you on that stack a’ dimes you call a neck but then he got a look inside that bag and kid, I don’t know what’s funnier: that you actually think yer gonna get lucky with Bayley or that you believe yer hung enough ya’ fit in a Magnum. Got damn I needed that laugh.
Stone Cold continues to laugh as he looks inside the bag again and even Itch is snickering at this point.
LA Knight looks over towards Itch.
LA Knight: What 'ya laughing at, Dummy? L...A....Knight gets more play in one day than 'ya get in a lifetime.
LA Knight turns his attention back to Austin.
LA Knight: And 'ya know something? Let L...A....Knight talk to 'ya. Cause 'ya got some nerve. 'Ya want to talk about a stack of dimes for a neck. Let L...A....Knight ask 'ya, how's 'ya neck? Cause L...A....Knight has a feeling he could drop 'ya right now and Stone Cold wouldn't be stomping mudholes and walking them dry. Ol' Stone Cold would be drinking his dinner throw a straw, And as far as 'ya little comment goes, let L...A....Knight assure 'ya....
Knight looks down at his crotch.
LA Knight: Inside the ring, L...A....Knight has many nicknames. But outside the ring, they just call L...A....Knight "Tripod"
LA Knight: So laugh all 'ya want, but let L...A....Knight assure 'ya that after dinner, he and Bayley are going L...A...All Night! YEAH!
That last bit was decently clever. But you can see it in Austin's face, he's not impressed.
Stone Cold: Maybe you and a picture of Bayley are gonna go at it, but let’s cut the shit and the jokes. Yer damn lucky that you already got a match fer Mania, otherwise there’d be a phone call bein’ made ta’ E See Three right quick. But I’m always around and you aren’t a hard sumbitch ya’ find, so remember that because it could be Revolution, Rebellion, Summerslam, who knows. I can put yer name on a can of whoopass and open it just like that. By the way, yer double parked and they’re writin’ a ticket right now.
Knight turns to look and Stone Cold kicks him out the door, setting the chime off. LA turns around and acts like he’s going to come back in the store and show Austin what’s up but then mouths, “Not today, dummy” and gets in his car and drives off as Austin approaches the counter.
Stone Cold: How much beer you got in this place?
An ice cold transaction is about to go down as Revolution continues elsewhere.
Revolution has been off the chain so far, producing quality as always. We decide to take a break from the ring where we see Spike Dudley looking down at which we can only imagine is his phone as his hands are going berserk looking like texting. He has a smile on his face as he becomes to hum a song. The song is very famous but what is weird about this song is that it is the exact same song Jeff Jarrett sung whilst he was kicking his ass last week. The song in question is Wonderwall. Spike's humming is interrupted with a thud as a arm comes into shot and hangs itself around Spike's neck. The camera pans out and we see that the arm belongs to his brother Bubba but they aren't the only two in the room as D-Von is also there on the other side of Spike.
Bubba: So, didn't wanna ride in the car with us or at least meet us at the door when we got here?
Spike looks at his brothers tensly but that all goes as Bubba smiles at him. He gets to his feet, hugging firstly Bubba and then D-Von as the Dudley Boyz are reunited inside of UWF. The crowd can be heard giving a massive cheer for the 3 brothers. Spike is like a little kid in a candy store as he seems at home.
Spike: Sorry Bubba, I wanted to get down here early and Stacy has been filling me in on somethings. My plan was to meet you and welcome you back to UWF but hey, you are here now....how does it feel being back?
Bubba: Where is catering?
D-Von: Schhhh Bubba. Spike, in answer to your question, it feels great being back here. It's been years since the Dudley Boyz have been here and it's nice to see some old faces, nice to see some new faces, nice to see some faces that we altered when we beat the crap out of them. UWF will always be a home away from home for us but you know as well as we do, tonight is business. We are here to do a job.
Spike: Yer I'm sorry you guys got dragged into it. It was never my intention for you guys to have to come back. I went to EC3 and tried to get it changed so you could keep enjoying retirement but Batista was adamant that he wanted you guys. There was nothing I could do.
D-Von: Pfft we don't mind the odd appearance here and there but as long as EC3 knows that we ain't back for good, we will be alright.
Bubba: Besides Spike, you may as well call us Wonderwall because maybe, we are going to be the ones that save you.
D-Von: Talk me through that by the way? How can you let Jeff Jarett disrespect you like that? He wanted to sing a song inside of finishing you off?
Spike: Look at what happened in the end. I showed him that he was too cocky when I pinned his shoulders to the mat for 1...2....3....
D-Von: The Spike Dudley I know that held a World Title in UWF wouldn't have been happy with just pinning him after that. This version of Spike Dudley, not sure it's the right one. I mean look at what else you have been doing. L.A Knight is on one hell of a streak at the moment and he beat you fair and square. I'm not complaining about that as we all lose now and then but it should have been done there and then. He was too good for you Spike, you have to move on from him. Stop going to his locker room and allowing yourself to get beat down with words every single week.
Spike: Your right, he has beat me down week after week, run me down with words but this run, I tried to be the bigger man. I want people to earn my respect and Knight did by beating me.
D-Von: I don't mind that but you offered him a hand and he didn't take it. Move on Spike, move on and if you don't, Batista will make you pay at WrestleMania!!
Spike: Oh Batista is a totally different story. He has thrown out threat after threat and he beat me within an inch of my life. I can quite comfortably put that up there with one of the worst beatings I have got in my life. My ribs are still tender from the Batista Bomb through the table. Batista is on a whole different level to Knight and I don't care about Batista earning my respect. I care about beating him and putting his Animal Ass through a table over and over again, shutting his mouth in the process and proving that this Little Dudley Dog is better then any Animal he may be.
D-Von: That's the Spike I want and it's the Spike you need to beat a sadistic, wild, pissed off Hollywood front man. I'll be watching him carefully tonight when we face him and the old slapnuts......
D-Von is interrupted as Bubba suddenly leans forward and does exactly what D-Von has told him to do..... slap nuts as he slaps Spike below the belt. D-Von looks at Bubba as Spike bends over in pain. D-Von shakes his head, not looking impressed as he grabs a beanie from the back of his pants. He hands it to Bubba who looks at it for a while whilst Spike is still bending over in pain. Bubba then moves to put it on his head. It reaches it's destination as Bubba suddenly transforms into a big snarly bully.
Bully: Oh I'll be doing more then watching that big bastard. I'll be putting him down. I'm going to pull his throat out of his mouth and use it as a lasso to tie Jarrett up and make him watch me beat Batista until he a zombie. No bite needed but I haven't ruled that out yet. Spike, you have gone fucking soft. I have no idea what you are playing at pandering to Living Asshole Knight every single week and then going after Batista's bumboys in the Guild but you better strap on your balls, stop letting Stacy wipe your ass and man up because Batista is going to kill you if you don't.
Spike: When did he become Festus?
D-Von: Don't get me started.
Bully: I wouldn't dream of getting you started my brother but Batista has started me. I know D-Von worries about you Spike at Wrestlemania but I know that you are the toughest little bastard to ever hail from Dudleyville. You are the annoying little prick that no matter how much you spray with poison, you keep coming back and growing. I know you got this and I'm confident then ever for you Spike but it's not because of you that I'm confident for your match at Wrestlemania. I'm confident for your match because I am the first in line to get my fat hands on Batista. I'm the one that gets to bash him face in repeatedly until he looks like Groot going through a wind chipper. I'm the one that gets to Bubba Bomb his ass down to the mat over and over again until his spinal cord shoots out of his mouth and clothesline Jarrett for me. I'm the one that has first crack at that motherfucker and I guarantee you Spike that what I leave at Wrestlemania will be a shell of a man. I guarantee that after tonight, you will be in the dark as to whether he will even be fit to show up to WrestleMania. Never leave a Runt, to do a Bully's job. Now I'm pissing off and getting ready. Oh Batista doesn't know what his in for.
With that, Bully walks out of camera. Spike looks at D-Von, looking a little weirded out but also a little impressed as well. D-Von just shrugs his shoulders.
D-Von: One day I will figure our brother out but today is not that day. As for tonight, you already know what Bubba wants to do to Batista and don't worry, I'll watch out for Jarrett as I don't take kindly to being called your bitch. I'll take care of that Country Hick but my promise to you is that I will make sure Bubba leaves you a piece of Batista as well.
D-Von looks at his brother, looking fully focused as Spike nods his head, seemingly happy with what is planned for tonight. D-Von extends his hand, nodding his head at Spike as he nods it back. Spike reaches out his hand, shaking it with D-Von before pulling him close with a hug. They embrace for some time before D-Von goes to leave. He takes a few steps before it seems something has come to him. He pauses, turning back to Spike before he speaks again.
D-Von: Oh before I leave and before I forgot, those 2 bottles of Drunken Dudley's Champagne I hooked you up with last week....... I hope you haven't drunk them yet. Drunken Dudley rang me on the way here and said he had to recall them as a bout of Gastro is going round Dudleyville and he thinks it might be from the Champagne.
Spike listens to this, smiling away as he knows that he hasn't drunk them and more then likely won't as he gave them to L.A Knight last week.
Spike: Thanks for letting me know.... now go and get yourself in the zone because I want to see Prime Dudley Boyz here tonight.
D-Von: OH MY BROTHER, TESTIFY.
D-Von yells his standard catchphrase as he turns and walks away from Spike. That seem to be the last we see of the Dudley Boyz now as the camera fades to black.
“Better Than You” begins to play and no one is surprised by the reaction from the crowd. The chorus of boos is as loud as ever. Maxwell Jacob Friedman walks out from the entrance ramp and still missing is Sir William Regal. As he walks down the ramp MJF has a smile on his face, he is jawing with the fans a bit on the way. As he gets into the ring he looks around and pulls a microphone out from his back pocket with the music dying down.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: It has been one week since the announcement was made. One week of people sending me texts and DMs congratulating me on getting what I wanted. A week of people asking me if I’m nervous going into my first Wrestlemania. It has been one week since the owner of the UWF EC3 walked out here and gave me my shot at the Intercontinental Championship. And all I can think of was…what the hell took you so long Ethan?
The fans are almost shocked by the disrespect from MJF toward the owner of the company.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: To people like all of you out there and the cesspool of mediocrity that is the UWF locker room, I guess being named to a Wrestlemania match would be something to be excited about. Something to be nervous about, something to be proud of. But when you were born, bred and destined for greatness like me…it’s just another day. This is a match I knew I would be getting the moment the Royal Rumble was over. I said I would be the number one contender for this championship even before I laid out the current champion in the middle of this ring with a win.
MJF begins to strut back and forth in the ring.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But the problem is that this isn’t the one on one match THAT I SURE AS HELL EARNED! No, obviously EC3 is as much to blame about the poor state of the UWF as anyone else. Because he gave into the whims of a clown. He allowed Danhausen to slither his way into my match having not proven that he deserved it.
The fans boo and MJF loves it.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Oh you didn’t like that? How the hell did he earn his spot? Did he earn it when he lost at the Royal Rumble? Did he earn it when he barely escaped losing to me because Burger Kingston put his three chins into the match? Oh I know he earned his spot by stealing a win against a woman after I cleared house and had it all in hand…that’s how Danhausen earns his championship opportunities. This is why I can never respect you people, even if I tried. Because you allow your emotions to get in the way of facts. The facts are, I’m the only person who makes sense being the number one contender, I’m the only person who should be going for that championship, those are the facts. But here we sit with a triple threat match going into Wrestlemania.
MJF’s pacing does slow down a bit.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But it really doesn’t matter who is in this match because it ends the same way. I know people will say “well, there’s a chance someone pins someone else while you are out of the ring.” And that is something you people would worry about. Because you people are beneath a once in a generational talent like myself. You see when you are a talent like me, you control what happens between these ropes at all times. Even when to your half brain eyes it looks like I’m running away or I’m taking the punishment…I know what I’m doing.
MJF stops in the middle of the ring.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: We are weeks away from me taking that next step toward being the face of this company. A future I told you about the second I became part of this company and absolutely nothing has happened since that moment to tell you I wasn’t right. So I now have a job for all of you and for a lot of you this will be your first job probably in years. Take this time to get used to what reality will be when the smoke clears at Wrestlemania. So when the smoke clears and I’m holding the Intercontinental Championship over my head, in the main event of Wrestlemania…Because Shark Boy vs Trevor Lee is not the main event, I don’t care what match goes on last. I don’t care what Ethan wants to write on the marquee…When MJF is at Wrestlemania HE is the main event. So when that happens you all need to be ready for what it means for this company, this industry. It may not be the reality you want, but it’s what's about to happen so take these weeks and get yourself prepared. Because the train is on the tracks and there’s not a damn person who is going to get in my way. This is what I was hired for, this is why I’m paid twice as much as any of those loser in the locker room. Because on the biggest nights for this company, I show up better than anyone. Even if it means making chicken salad out of the chicken shit that is facing an overweight wannabe badass and a clown…I WILL BE THE ONLY THING THAT IS TALKED ABOUT WHEN THAT NIGHT IS OVER! BECAUSE I’M MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN…I’M BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU KNOW IT!
With that his music begins to play again as he drops the microphone and walks out of the ring to an even louder chorus of boos.
After a wild match from Eddie Guerrero and Finn Balor, Eve is seen walking backstage before she is cut off by Dominic Mysterio who is seen with a bandage on his head from his scars from Cody Rhodes. Dominic smirks before speaking as he gets her attention.
Mafia Dom
Ayy pretty lady, why don’t you leave that fool and come ride with a real eśe. I’m running things around here with the Mafia while you’re just riding round with some loser. You know you deserve better than that Mami let a real Huncho.
Eve smirks and smiles but before she can even get a word off Eddie Guerrero is seen storming backstage to interrupt them.
Eddie Guerrero
What’s going on back here, what do you think you’re doing lil man.
Eddie quickly grips Mafia Dom by his shirt as Dom gets a few words off.
Mafia Dom
I’m just trying to show her what a real man looks like Eddie. Something you could never be…
Shortly after Dom finishes his last words he is saved by none other than Damian Priest who grabs Eddie Guerrero by the head and sends him straight into the catering area.
Mafia Dom
See you soon babe.
Dom blows a kiss at Eve as she tends to Eddie Guerrero and the screen fades to black.
We're back with the dinner date! The table is now crowded with stacks of empty dishes. The politesse of high society and their fancy dining establishments be damned - Bayley is now slouching back in her chair looking stuff as a Thanksgiving turkey. There's a half-polished-off glass of wine swirling around in one hand, her cellphone in the other. She takes a drink from the first and drunkenly comments on something she's reading on the second.
Bayley: Honestly? Like if I'm being honest and trust me, I'm always honest.
She leans on the table, elbows and all, as she turns as much attention as she can spare towards her date.
Bayley: Seriously. No. No. Listen. Seriously. Shhh....
She shh's Knight - who wasn't speaking - then goes back to staring at her phone. Knight waits her to elaborate. Five seconds. Ten. When she doesn't, he digs in.
LA Knight: Honestly about wha -
Bayley: What's so cool about Swar Stores? I mean... Sars warts? No... wait...
LA Knight: Star Wars
The step-sister snaps her fingers cause that's what she meant.
Bayley: Yeah. Star Wars. Whooooop dee friggin doo. What's the war for? Like what are they even fighting about? It's space. There's more than enough for everyone.
Another awkward silence. Knight looks around the room. People are staring now. Bayley hasn't noticed. She's still caught up in the phone.
LA Knight: So hey, why don't we get that bill and -
Bayley: I coulda been the Mandalorian. I'm qualerfied for that. What's so hard about that anyway? It's just babysitting. That's all that show is about. BA-BY-SITT-IN-GUH. Who cares?
LA Knight: Couldn't agree more. So about that
Bayley: I'm not even mad about not getting invited to this party anyway. It's actually not a big deal. At all.
Knight scoots his chair back and snaps his fingers for Garcon to come over so they can hurry up with the getting out of here. There waiter arrives promptly.
Garcon: Will that be all for this evening, sir?
LA Knight: Ye
Bayley: Wait!
Knight and Garcon look to Bayley who finally takes her eyes off her phone as she asks...
Bayley: What about dessert?
Garcon: I'll bring the menu!
Garcon enthusiastically hurries off to do just that cause he's getting a mandatory eighteen percent off the bill tonight. Bayley's eyes go back to her phone while Knight's roll back, exasperated.
We cut backstage to Homicide in the old Mysterio Lair and Homicide begins to speak
Homicide: Sami Zayn your cock-a-roach ass found a way to embarrass me again. I am here to tell you that if you think you’re done with me you’re not. I will get my revenge on you but there is an annoying little pest in the way, and that pest is Will Ospreay.
You see Willy boy I love this loyalty you have towards Sami. It really is admirable. It’s just you’re loyal to the wrong people. You see you need to be loyal with people who have your best interest in mind. Sami he doesn’t have your best interest. Sami is only in it for him. You need to realize that. But if you want to be in the way of protecting that cock-a-roach. Then you need to be taken to get your ass kicked before I can get to him.
You see I want Sami when there is no distractions. I don’t even want Mistico out there when the time comes to deal with him. What is between him and I it’s personal. He ruined my opportunity to enter the Royal Rumble and a chance to headline the showcase of the Immortals. I look at Wrestlemania as a chance. An opportunity for me to become the UWF world championship. I want to become world champion one last time before I say goodbye to this place. This is why I trained my ass off. Last year I came back and it wasn’t my year. Now it will be. Though I need to get rid of people who are going to be cock-a-roaches in my journey. You Willy are now one of them. You can’t get rid of cock-a-roaches you got to exterminate them.
So Willy you and I we are going to fight each other. Not wrestle. We are going to fight each other at the showcase of immortals. You don’t have a match… I don’t have a match… and if you think you have any other plans well I will make sure your only plans will be me. Willy I will see you at Wrestlemania Bruv.
YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.
The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 2 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba.
Tony Chimel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!
Both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign. The crowd are cheering the brothers loudly as both jump down from the turnbuckle and looks ready to go.
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.
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.
VS
DING DING DING
Jarrett stays on apron taunting the Dudleyz while Batista stands in the corner with his arms crossed. D-Von wants to start things off for his team but Batista shakes his head. He doesn't want just one Dudley, he's both at the same time. Jarrett puts his hands up flabbergasted and jumps off the apron, walking to some fans in the front row and starts yapping at them about how he came to help Batista and Batista won't accept it. The two brothers look surprised but the ref tells them only one is allowed in the ring. Batista walks over to the ref and tells him to stay out of it, egging on the two brothers. The Hall of Fame tag team both come in and walk towards Big Dave. The Final Boss wants to show off his strength and raises both hands in the air, wanting a test of strength from each brother. They look at each other and shrug moving in for the test but Jarrett slides in behind them and Chop Blocks both men! Batista and Double J start to go to town on the downed Dudleyz.
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell! Was this is the plan all along?
Corey Graves: You'd think so called "Legends" in this business would know a trap when they see one. That's why they got nothing on real legends like Double J and Batista.
Jarrett picks up Bubba and throws him through the ropes to the floor below before exiting the ring to keep fighting him. Batista picks up D-Von and puts him in a Full Nelson. The big strong arms of the Animal make it so Dudley is in a lot of trouble. He tries to kick his feet out to get towards the ropes but the Final Boss has him planted squarely in the middle of the ring. Jarrett on the outside has Bubba and tosses him into the steel ring steps! He dusts off his hands like he took out the trash before he walks back over to his corner. D-Von seems to be fading and drops to his knees but Batista lets go of the hold. D-Von is slumped with his head down and so Batista walks in front of him. He grabs his hands and outs them together and tells the former Reverend to pray and beg for forgiveness.
Tom Phillips: This is just blasphemous.
Corey Graves: No what's blasphemous is these damn Dudleys thinking they can just go around and do whatever they want.
Batista and Jarrett are both laughing their asses off. The Hollywood Animal takes D-Von's head and shoves it between his legs. He lifts the big man up for the Batista Bomb but D-Von starts raining down punches onto his head. Batista stumbles back but falls backwards to hang Dudley on the top rope! He bounces off them and falls to the mat holding his throat choking. Batista is all smiles as he picks him up hoists him over his shoulder. He runs forward for a Powerslam but D-Von slips off behind him and shoves him forward, Batista hits the ropes but comes back with a Spear cutting Dudley in half! He makes the pin!
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D-Von kicks out! Batista picks him up and brings him to his corner where he tags in Jarrett. Double J Smashes his head into the top turnbuckle and then does his patented strut, throwing his fingers into the air, much to the ire of the crowd. He turns back around and sees D-Von getting to his feet. Jarrett kicks him in the gut and then whips him to the ropes. D-Von comes back with a Flying Shoulder Tackle to take him down. Jarrett pops up only to eat a second one. He gets up a third time and this time eats a Corkscrew Back Elbow! Bubba gets back on the apron and wants and tag which D-Von does. He then picks up Jeff and Delivers a Side Slam while Bubba hits the Leg Drop at the same time! Bubba makes the pin!
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Jarrett kicks out! Bubba picks up Jarrett and yells in his face. He brings him to his corner and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle, the fans counting along as he does it 10 times. Double J turns way looking like he's seeing stars as he tries to stumble to his corner. He can't get his feet set right though and can barely stay upright. Bubba decides to have some fun with him and starts giving him a few jabs. He rolls up his hands to gear of the the Bionic Elbow but the Last Outlaw delivers a knee to the gut! Jarrett then twists him for a Swinging Neckbreaker! He makes the pin!
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Bubba kicks out!
Corey Graves: If the Dudleyz knew what was good for them, they'd just stay down.
Tom Phillips: They're Hall of Famers Corey, there's not many better than them when it comes to tag team matches.
Corey Graves: But how long has it been since we've seen them in a ring? Bubba would rather be off facing Kobiyahsi in a hot dog eating contests.
Mauro Ranallo: There's a topical reference.
Corey Graves: You shouldn't be one to talk.
Jarrett picks up Bubba and brings him to the corner. He tags in Batista and the two give him a Double Suplex. Batista gets to his feet and runs over to D-Von and goes to Clothesline him off the apron but D-Von jumps down before he can get hit. Batista looks down at him but Bubba comes up from behind and hooks him, lifting him up for a Bubba Bomb! He knows that's not enough so he tags D-Von back in he goes to the top rope while Bubba lifts Batista onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair. D-Von comes flying off and they hit the Dudleyville Device! D-Von runs over to stop Jarrett from coming in as Bubba makes the pin!
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Batista gets the shoulder up at 2! Bubba yells for D-Von and he comes over. Bubba gets set while D-Von picks up Batista and whips him to the ropes. Batista hangs onto the ropes and Jarrett makes the blind tag but drops right down to the floor. D-Von runs at Big Dave but he gets sent up and over to the floor below. Bubba runs next and Clotheslines Batista but the Final Boss lands on the apron. Bubba goes to grab him but Batista hags him on the top rope. Bubba turns away choking and the Last Outlaw slides in behind him and delivers a Stroke! Batista is fighting D-Von on the outside as Jarrett makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Batista and Jeff Jarrett!
Jarrett kicks Bubba out of the ring while Batista throws D-Von into the crowd. He comes into the ring and the two celebrate their win. Jarrett plays a little tune for Big Dave, telling him to keep him in mind for the soundtrack to his next movie and Batista nods as the show moves on.
The Revolution camera feed transitions from inside the arena complex to the elusive “Danhausen’s Lair”, where the man himself is pottering around in darkness with little light surrounding him. After closing the lid on a jar of teeth, folding up a very nice, very evil tee, and tightening the sealable ropes on his sack of money, Danhausen turns to directly face the camera.
Danhausen
Alas! Danhausen has successfully punched his ticket to Wrestlehausen and will once again have the opportunity to become the very nice, very famous Intercointinental Champion. To do so however, he will have to overcome the obstacles that have proven to be quite the objects of nuisance over the past many weeks and months, the rogue scoundrel MXC, who tried to steal the opportunity only for himself, and the disgraceful cheating False King Edward who took Danhausen’s prize from him in the first place. Now whilst Danhausen feels he can more than handle himself in a war of words with these two goonhausens, he appreciates that he has a little more work to do on the physical front in order to ensure that he can go the distance when it counts. So with that in mind, we have less than three weeks until we arrive at Wrestlehausen’s door, which means it’s time to turn things up a gear!
The cameras fade away from the lair and a new feed opens up somewhere far away from the arena that appears to be freezing cold and is filled with endless snow, presumably Canada. As a picturesque looking log cabin comes into frame, the front door swings open and out steps Danhausen in a black and red running tracksuit. The cold front immediately hits him as he rubs his hands together and blows into them in order to try and warm himself up, but he knows that it’s probably going to take more than that in these uninviting conditions.
Danhausen
Alrighty, time to get to workhausen!
The famous training montage music starts to play as Danhausen leaps from the cabin entrance into the snow, landing on his feet and straight into the running man. He manages to make it about 8 metres or so before his right leg sinks into a section of deeper snow, with the momentum ultimately taking Danhausen down and landing in the silk looking white powder face first. Whilst this look could in theory pass for a cocaine lovers paradise, it’s not as pleasant an experience for Danhausen who spits a load of loose snow out of his mouth, picks himself back up, brushes the snow down in a theatrical manner before resuming his run.
Danhausen
Bleugh! Thank goodness that wasn’t the yellow variety!
As Danhausen runs into the distance, another clip begins to play which helps form the montage, this time of him wading through the deep snow whilst carrying a small, bordering on medium sized log over his shoulders. The sequence then changes and we then see him doing some squats with the log still positioned over his shoulders. Impressive huh? We then see him propping the log up to an upright position before he starts to tape his hands up. The former Intercontinental champ composes himself before delivering a right handed chop with full force to the log. Unfortunately this is not one of Batista’s Hollywood big hitters where it rains special effects, but rather a situation where a real living being has taken his hand and smashed it against a hard thick surface. What a dunce, amirite? But before the predicted painful scream can occur, the sequence changes once again where Danhausen is now using a rope over his shoulder to pull two dozen empty toboggans that have been tied together through the endless laying snow. This particular montage has probably milked the snow cow enough now, but before transitioning to something different, the final clip shows Danhausen putting one of his very nice, very evil tees over a freshly built snowman, which he quite obviously put together all by himself without any help from the camera crew that are presumably freezing their horse chestnuts off in this descriptively cold climate.
Danhausen
Smile!
As Danhausen gives a thumbs up and smiles towards the camera next to the snowman, the scene moves to a much warmer looking indoor environment, possibly still Canada, but it could also be Somalia. We just don't know! Either way, Danhausen is now dressed in black and red gym wear and getting ready to tackle some new obstacles which will hopefully have less of a collateral damage risk, starting with a simple rope climb which he manages to complete in around nine seconds. Following this are some sit up and push up reps with the of a small team of coaches watching on, who have presumably all been quite well paid in order to stand there and encourage someone who looks like a mime act to do intense fitness stuff. Following this Danhausen is stood in front of two punch bags, one which has a picture of Eddie Kingston’s face taped to it, and the other MJF’s. As the music plays on, Danhausen begins delivering left and right jabs to both punchbags, increasing in intensity with each one. No dumb catastrophic injuries this time around!
Danhausen
Can’t stop! Won’t stop!
Danhausen continues to punch, faster and faster, with the pictures of his two opponents now torn to shreds, some parts sticking to the punchbags, the other parts scattered on the floor. Suddenly Danhausen looks to take a chunk out of one of the bags, but has to then be restrained by the team of coaches. The final parts of Danhausen’s montage begin to play, with more punches, some kicks, stretches, lifts, the whole shebang! There's just no stopping the manhausen! He sprints back and forth across the room multiple times, almost swallow like but with legs instead of wings, before things come to a close with an in-ring segment where Danhausen performs a mixture of wrestling moves such as suplexes, dropkicks and his signature Goodnighthausen to a dummy of the mannequin variety, not the LA Knight trademarked version. As Danhausen kicks the dummy to one side, the music begins to fade out, and he closes with one final statement.
Danhausen
Wrestlehausen… here Danhausen comes!
Danhausen points down the camera lens as the feed cuts from the training warehouse and returns to the arena for Revolution to resume.
UWF Revolution continues to roll on as the camera cuts to the backstage area where Cody Rhodes is seen. While the crowd showers Rhodes in cheers while Renee Young walks into the camera’s view she quickly introduces everybody to Cody Rhodes.
Renee Young
Please Welcome My Guest At This Time Cody Rhodes…
At this point it seems as if you and The Mafia are at war for the UWF Television Championship, how do you feel about others like Jeff Jarrett and Eddie Guerrero who also have issues with The Mafia and hope to punch their ticket to Wrestlemania to face Finn Balor for the UWF Championship.
Cody smirks before answering Renee Young.
Cody Rhodes
Now that Finn Balor has gotten a hold of MY Television Championship, it seems as if the competition is getting more and more intense. Jeff Jarrett has already made his claims at the Championship, but where was he when I was the Champion huh? Even Eddie Guerrero he showed that he has what it takes to keep up with Balor in the ring tonight, but not me. Unfortunately as talented of wrestlers as both of them are, the inevitable will happen, Cody Rhodes will become the Television Champion once more. I don’t care if I have to run through Jeff Jarrett, heck I don’t care if I have to run through Eddie Guerrero again. There isn’t anyone stopping me from taking back my Television Championship, especially not Finn Balor!
After saying the name of Finn Balor the TV aside from Cody Rhodes had shown static before none other than Finn Balor showed up on the screen with a huge grin.
Finn Balor
Call A Demon’s Name And He Shall Appear Cody! After that match with Eddie tonight I just didn’t feel right leaving here knowing that I’ve completed my mission.
You're doing a lot of talking for a man that lost his Television Championship Cody, but even more you made an example out of one of my hitmen. Although Dom is back and better you still have to pay for your sins then I started to think how? I already took your Television Championship, but that still isn’t enough. I need you to feel that same hurt that Dom felt when you sent that steel chair across his head. I want you to feel that same pain that Priest felt holding his best friend in his arms while he bleeds. You will pay for your sins Cody Rhodes and you will pay for them tonight! So How’s about we play a little game before Wrestlemania.
Finn Balor then turns the camera into the face of Brandi Rhodes who is seen tied up in a chair as she struggles to get out.
Finn Balor
If you want Brandi free you’ve got to make a deal, Cody Rhodes. As long as I’m Champion I never want to see you again. I’m tired of your stupid face, you stupid poems about your dad, and I want you out of The Mafia’s way forever. If you want to see Brandi again, all you have to do is promise never to even look at my Television Championship again and you’re Queen comes home… If not, who knows.. tick tock!
Finn Balor finishes his last words with his face in the camera leaving Cody Rhodes there shaking his head to ponder his next move as he watches Brandi who’s face is full of worry.
As Revolution rolls on, the cameras would quickly shift to the parking lot of the night’s arena, as it appears a surprise guest just might be on their way!
With a white limo coming to a stop, the crowd would begin buzzing with excitement, wondering just who it would be that emerges…but it would prove to be all for naught, as who else would step out of such an extravagant vehicle than the mayor of Harlan himself, one “Mister” Trevor Lee?
With a self-satisfied smirk lining his face and cash quite visibly lining his pockets, Lee would take in a deep whiff of the air around him, before letting it all out in a beaming exhale. Not five steps towards the arena, however, and Lee would be stopped in his entry by not one, but two different reporters racing towards him.
Kayla Braxton/McKenzie Mitchell: ”Mister Trevor Lee-”
Having somehow not noticed each others’ presence until their voices echoed throughout the concrete structure surrounding them, a small glare would form between the two interviewers, each of them clearly wanting to get the big scoop on the Mayor’s arrival here tonight. Thankfully, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, Trevor is here to prevent any catfights from breaking loose.
Trevor Lee: ”My darlin’ damsels, please…I know that I’ve become somethin’ o’ a hot commodity ‘round ‘ere ever since I won the Royal Rumble match, but please, there ain’t no need to fight.”
Giving his best charming smile towards the two, it would disarm their sudden, and most certainly temporary, disdain for each other, as the attention turns back to the mayor.
Trevor Lee: ”Now then, why don’t we try an’ settle things like civil folk, a’ight? I know a fair way to determine jus’ who I speak to for whatever scoop it is y’all are tryin’ to snag for ya’selves…I’ll jus’ take my choice o’ who I wanna’ speak wit’.”
Letting his eyes wander between the two of them, Lee would contemplate this decision for a few moments, until a third option makes itself known to him out of the peripherals of his sight. Striding past both McKenzie and Kayla, Trevor would find himself facing off with a familiar face - one who he hasn’t spoken to in quite some time…
Trevor Lee: ”Why, if it ain’t miss Renee Young herself? Darlin’, how long’s it been? It feels like I ain’t talked to ya’ in a dog’s age!”
Being caught completely unprepared for once, Renee would look Lee in the eye, and try to walk off, only for Trevor to force her sight back onto himself.
Trevor Lee: ”Aw, come on now, darlin’-”
With Lee putting one hand onto her shoulder to ensure she stays, Renee would brush the hand off of herself with a cold stare following suit.
Renee Young: ”I’m not your darling, Lee.”
Lee, taking this in stride, would walk past Renee and use his own body to try and blockade her own escape route.
Trevor Lee: ”Oh, but o’ course ya’ ain’t! Honey, I only truly mean that wit’ ya’ as a figure o’ speech, but I’m sure ya’ know all ‘bout them types o’ things, don’t ya’? ‘Sides, I wouldn’t want to try replacin’ anyone else in ya’ life wit’ myself, truth be told…although, I’m sure it wouldn’t be too difficult to cut him on out o’ ya’ life, considerin’ the fact he seems more content bein’ stuck in a coma than he is actually ‘rasslin nowadays~.”
With a disgusting grin, Lee would be brushed past once more, Renee trying harder than before to escape from this scene, but yet again, Lee would not allow it.
Trevor Lee: ”Come on now…don’t ya’ want the big ol’ scoop on why I came on out ‘ere, ‘spite the fact I ain’t even booked tonight? Don’t ya’ wanna’ hear from the winner o’ the 2023 Royal Rumble match…or, should I say, from the future U-Dubya-Eff Worl’ Heavyweight Champion?”
With a look of hesitation in Renee’s eyes…a begrudging huff comes from the blonde’s mouth, and she is swiftly handed a microphone from either McKenzie or Kayla, both of them by now being off-screen. With Lee standing by like a good little Mayor, he would pull out the cash from his pocket and begin idly looking it over as Renee got into a proper “interviewer stance”, so to speak.
Renee Young: ”...Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is none other than the winner of the 2023 Royal Rumble match, Mister Trevor Lee…”
With a deadpan delivery and equally uninterested stare, Renee rolls her eyes at Lee’s flaunting of wealth.
Renee Young: ”So, Mister Trevor Lee, you have, as previously stated, showed up here to UWF Revolution despite not being booked to compete tonight - is there any special reason to this, other than the fact that Mister Carter would have your head for no-showing an event, especially one so close to Wrestlemania?”
Faced with a microphone in front of him, Lee would guffaw at Renee’s audacity to assume that EC3 had any right or reason to punish himself, and looks over towards the more rebellious interviewer.
Trevor Lee: ”Now, ignorin’ that lil’ bit o’ fac-tu-al dis-tor-tion right there, I do in fact ‘ave a mighty fine reason for why I am ‘ere tonight. Ya’ see, las’ week, I had a lil’ meetup wit’ mista’ Shark an’ mista’ Burchill regardin’ the mysterious disappearance o’ one mista’ Grado-”
Again, Renee interjects.
Renee Young: ”It wasn’t a disappearance, it was a kidnapping.”
Faced with the microphone again, Lee chuckles.
Trevor Lee: ”Hey, what’s a kidnappin’ ‘cept for a disappearance wit’ extra steps?”
Lee’s smile would remain eerily still for but a moment, until suddenly continuing onwards.
Trevor Lee: ”But there ain’t no reason to be gettin’ all technical on me, Renee, ‘cause that point don’t really matter much, does it? Nah, nah nah nah, nah it don’t matter none. What matters is the fact that mista’ Grado is gone, folks, an’ last week, I made an offer, nay, I made a proposition, nay, I made a promise to both mista’ Shark an’ mista’ Burchill, under threat o’ purjury an’ potential stabbin’ wit’ that big nasty pirate sword that mista’ Burchill carries ‘round wit’ him, that I would cooperate in the investigation on jus’ who done gone went an’ caused mista’ Grado to disappear. An’ folks, I am glad to say that, after a lengthy, arduous, stressful, mentally taxin’ three days o’ hard work an’ piecin’ together evidence, that I can safely state that ain’t none o’ my current townsfolk down in my lovely ol’ town o’ Harlan, Kentucky were at fault, be it directly or indirectly, o’ the disappearance o’ mista’ Grado!”
There is a smug, self-satisfied smile plastered onto Trevor Lee’s face upon saying this, seeming far too proud of the minimal work that he has put in…but it’s clear some aren’t as impressed as he is.
Renee Young: ”...Only three days of investigating?”
Lee nods his head at this.
Trevor Lee: ”Yes’m, an’ it weren’t easy neither! I had to go gather the whole gosh darn Sheriff’s department to launch a full scale investigation on the entire town! There were sheriffs an’ deputies an’ even the county judge had to get herself involved, but based on all the evidence provided to me, ain’t a single one o’ their stories conflicted wit’ the known information we got on the moment that mista’ Grado done gone an’ disappeared!”
Renee would scoff at this, seeming all too ready to dismiss this as nonsense. That is, until Trevor Lee pulls out a rather intensive case file from…somewhere, showing it off to the camera. Notably, some files would be sticking out, giving glimpses of names of the various townsfolk; Unfortunately, though, said names would be blackened out for the sake of privacy, only allowing roles or titles to be seen such as “Sheriff”, “County Judge”, “Doctor”, or…”Executioner”?
Trevor Lee: ”See this? These are the results o’ three long, gruelin’ days o’ hard work payin’ off in a big way! After all, jus’ from these reports alone, it makes sure that my whole gosh darn town is clear o’ any consequence!”
Even with the smile from Lee, though, there is one point to contend this thought on…
Renee Young: ”But Mister Trevor Lee, what about Lance Cade or ‘The Butcher’ Andy Williams? After all, you said that this cleared your current townsfolk, but those two wouldn’t have been in-town during the kidnapping incident, given their status as UWF performers-”
With a finger to her lips, Lee would silence Renee with a smirk.
Trevor Lee: ”An’ that brings me onto my other reason for comin’ on out ‘ere tonight! Ya’ see, I was goin’ to launch the last bit o’ my main investigatin’ tonight, in makin’ sure that there weren’t a lick o’ in-sub-or-din-a-tion goin’ on in the head o’ my bestest frien’ in the worl’ Andy Williams, or to try an’ fin’ out jus’ exactly what mista’ Cade’s supposed story is - after all, I’m fairly sure that a psychopath such as himself would be providin’ some conflictin’ details wit’ what his brother Garrison had given off to the sheriff an’ myself. However…”
Lee lets out a pained sigh, one clearly showing that whatever is to come is a difficult decision for him to make.
Trevor Lee: ”As it turns out, both my bes’ frien’ Andy Williams an’ that psychopath Lance Cade got themselves a tag team match tonight, an’ wouldn’cha guess who they be facin’ off wit’? None other than mista’ Shark an’ mista’ Burchill! So, while I would go on an’ interrogate the two o’ ‘em an’ fin’ out jus’ exactly what their role was in that disappearance if they did indeed play one, I, in my own generosity an’ compliance wit’ the true leads o’ this ongoin’ investigation, am all too glad to step aside an’ allow mista’ Burchill an’ the U-Dubya-Eff Worl’ Heavyweight Champion to take the lead ‘ere tonight.”
With his smile fading, Lee shakes his head before turning to the camera, putting on quite a serious expression.
Trevor Lee: ”An’ mista’ Shark, I do once ‘gain apologize for all this ‘ere mental stress it’s been puttin’ onto ya’. Truly, I am sorry, ‘cause when I first heard that Grado done gone an’ disappeared, I was a tad upset, truth be told…after all, even if I ain’t anywhere near a frien’ wit’ mista’ Grado on the same level as ya’self or even as mista’ Burchill, it still was quite wron’ for such a monkey wrench to be thrown into the spanner o’ ya’ own min’. After all, I cannot even begin to imagine jus’ what’s goin’ on up in that there head o’ yours, havin’ to not only worry ‘bout the whereabouts o’ ya’ best frien’, but also the fact that, in jus’ a few weeks time, the two o’ us are goin’ to be squarin’ off in the main event o’ the gran’pappy o’ them all, Wrestlemania~!”
While a smile does flicker on from proclaiming their battleground, it flickers back off like a candle wick refusing to remain lit, leaving nothing but smoke in its wake. Looking at the camera like a mirror, Lee would shake his head once more, before turning back to Renee.
Trevor Lee: ”So, Renee, if ya’ don’ min’ gettin’ on outta’ my way ‘ere, I’m goin’ to go head on into that there locker room. I’m goin’ to sit myself down in front o’ one o’ them fancy schmancy monitors, an’ I’m goin’ to be watchin’ the night real closely…because come Wrestlemania, mista’ Shark? I ain’t wantin’ no excuses comin’ outta’ ya’ mouth when I defeat ya’ in that there main event, an’ emerge not jus’ as the bran’ new U-Dubya-Eff Heavyweight Champion o’ the whole gosh darn Worl’, but as the new God o’ professional ‘rasslin~.”
Without another second to waste, despite his own jawjacking taking up minutes at a time, Trevor Lee would pass the microphone off to Renee Young, sauntering off into the locker room, with a rather annoyed Renee looking on as Revolution…rolls on.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
As the camera focuses on Buzzard, we see him walking down the aisle towards the ring with a sense of purpose. He keeps his head down and appears to be in a state of complete focus on the task at hand. With the truly not enjoying Buzzard's appearance the crowd unleashing hell upon Buzzard booing his mere existence into oblivion, Buzzard closes his eyes as tightly as possible, trying to block out the negative energy.
Despite his efforts, the noise of the crowd is still audible as he slowly makes his way to the center of the ring. With a deep breath -
Chimel: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom, HE IS A NEW CLASS OF WRESTLER...."
Buzzard moves his hands to the back of his head, covering his ears to try and avoid the raucous atmosphere of the arena.
"Leyton Buzzard."
With a quick roll, Buzzard slides under the ropes and climbs into the ring, quickly placing his body between the top and middle ropes as he waves his hands at the crowd in an attempt to silence them. However, as he realizes that his efforts are futile, Buzzard takes a moment to gather his thoughts.
The camera focuses in on Buzzard as he throws himself into the corner of the ring, kneeling and sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. With a look of determination, he awaits his destiny, mentally preparing himself for what is to come. The crowd continues to boo and jeer, but Buzzard remains focused on the task at hand.
As Like a Villain blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, hood up and looking down. The crowd cheers pair loudly,; Ciampa would stand focussed as he would lower his hood down and Ciampa would look at the ring, not taking his focus off it
Chimel: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.
Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa would bump fists with some audience members but would keep his eyes on his challenger. Getting to the ring steps, he would kneel down with one leg and look like he's saying a mantra of sorts before slapping the steps to make a loud noise before running up them and getting into the ring.
Ciampa then jumps down from the turnbuckle and looks out at the audience, nodding he jumps down and hands his jacket to the ring crew, getting into the corner he does some stretches before turning round to sit in the corner, waiting for whats to come.
After ensuring both men are ready, the Ref calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING
Ciampa comes straight after Buzzard when the bell sounds. There's a look in the Pscyho Killer's eyes that says tonight he's looking to live up to his namesake, and that alone is enough to give the Bristol Born B*stard a case of the spooked-out's. As such, Leyton heads for the hills when Tommaso comes his way. Buddy is halfway through the ropes to get out to the floor when the former IC Champ catches up with him.
Before Buzzard can escape out of the squared circle, Ciampa drags him back in by grabbing the hem of his tights. Leyton grabs on to the cables and holds on for dear life, but can't stop himself from getting pulled towards the center of the ring by the determined Bostonian.
Leyton's kicking and screaming like a child throwing a tantrum as Ciampa reels him in and hooks a grip around his hips. Once the wrists are locked, Ciampa leans back and drops his opponent head-first into the canvas with a German Suplex! Buzzard smashes into the mat with thud then rolls away like a tumbleweed in the wind.
Ranallo: Oof! Quite the suplex by Ciampa there to start things off. He strikes me as a man who was entirely run out of patience.
Phillips: Can you blame the guy? He's been dealing with the shenanigans of Sami Zayn and his goons for weeks now. A month ago, he was contending for the UWF Championship and since then, its been a never-ending headache for him.
Graves: Some might argue that he brought that all on himself...
Phillips: Who?
Graves: Me and other like-minded intellectuals, Phillips. Nobody you would know.
Leyton rolls under the ropes and finds his way to the floor after all. Ciampa pops up and turns to see him go. He wasn't able to stop him in the end after all. With an irritated sigh, the Sicilian Psycho goes after him, interrupting the Referee's ten count just as it's starting, forcing him to go back to one.
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2...
Ciampa finds Leyton sprawled out on the arena floor, milking the hurt like a European soccer player. Tommaso ain't got time for that. He grabs Buzzard by the scruff of the neck and hoists him to his feet.
3...
Buzzard endeavours to shake his foe off with a punch to the tummy. Ciampa's impeccable abs are like a brick wall, though, so it isn't very effective.
4...
In response to that, Tommaso takes a wrist and uses that to whip Leyton towards the barricade. He wasn't expecting a counter, though, and so the Brit is able to plant his weight and reverse. Long story short, he winds up whipping Ciampa into the steel steps. They don't totally dislodge, but buddy takes a nasty spill into the merciless metal for sure.
5...
With the Official's count now at the halfway point, Buzzard decides to get things moving along promptly. He scrambles back to his feet, tuning out the booing fans as he collects his decimated opponent from the base of the dented steps.
6...
Buzzard lifts Ciampa's body then shoves it back into the ring. He follows right after to break the count up, then immediately shoots the half to get the Ref back to work ASAP. The third mand drops down to slap some mat...
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Ciampa powers out at two! Buzzard looks dismayed. The Referee doesn't even validate his complaints with a response. So Leyton carries on, grabbing Tommaso by the ears and pulling him up to a vertical base.
Ranallo: Those steel steps have played a major factor in many match before. Technically, it isn't illegal to do what Buzzard just did, but no doubt it was a less-than-honourable way to turn the tide in his favour.
Graves: Ciampa's been all sunshine and rainbows ever since DDP got in his head, but it wasn't so long ago this guy was a piece of work. It's not like he hasn't done the exact same move before.
Buzzard looks to hook Ciampa's head, maybe for a suplex or something, but Ciampa counters, slamming a knee into homie's gut and then lifting the guy up over his back to execute a snappy Air Raid Crash! Leyton crumples into the mat as the Pscyho Killer leans in for a pin attempt...
1...
2...
Buzzard kicks out in time to survive. The crowd rallies behind Ciampa as he gets back into this thing. He's feeding off their energy like it's the tastiest soup in the kitchen. Tommaso rises to his feet and backs away from Leyton, giving him some room to get up on his own.
Phillips: Interesting play by Tommaso here in giving his opponent space and time to recover.
Ranallo: Yes indeed, but I don't think it's as an act of kindness.
It surely isn't. The bearded maniac gives his foe just enough rope to hang himself with. Once Buzzard's back up on shaky legs, Ciampa rushes in and blasts him with a knee lift! That sends him spinning around like a gosh dang top, and Tommaso uses all that rotating momentum to his favour to grab on and connect with a swinging neckbreaker!
After driving Leyton into the canvas neck-first, the former Intercontinental Champ once again tries for a pin....
1...
Phillips: Will that be enough?
2...
Ranallo: I think it is!
No! Buzzard kicks out in the nick of time!
Ciampa sits up and stares off into the middistance, allowing his mind to go to that place it needs to in order to take things to the next level. Buzzard convulses a bit behind him before waking up with a start. The dude rolls over and gets on his hands and knees, then claws at the Referee's shirt cause he's in a state of duress. The Official pries himself free and looks down at Leyton with pure disgust.
Tommaso stands up then brings Leyton there with him. Buzzard senses the danger he's in and tries to shove Ciampa away. The Sicilian Psycho responds in kind, two-handing his foe so hard that he stumbles back across the ring - right at the Ref!
This ain't no classic Ref bump, though. The third man actually catches Leyton in his arms, shaking his head at the state of the man. Though this attempted sabotage of the Official went astray, an interloper shows up regardless. La Luchadora hops the rail from outta nowhere and climbs up on to the apron.
Phillips: It's La Luchadora! Why am I not surprised?
Graves: After what Ciampa did to Generico, you can't fault the Mexican Minx for wanting some revenge!
Ciampa sees her coming a mile away and goes to chase her off. Buzzard capitalized on the distraction by pulling away from the Referee and sliding up behind his opponent to snag a quick roll-up! Luchadora hops back down to the floor as the Referee begrudgingly counts it...
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2...
No! Ciampa pops out in time! In the kerfuffle of such an explosive kick-out, however, he sends himself towards the ropes while Buzzard once again knocks into the Ref, sending him off balance. In that split-second where the Official is out of sorts, Luchadora leans back up and clocks Tommaso with a loaded punch - she's holding a roll of pesos probably!
It's enough to daze the Pscyho Killer. He staggers back and Leyton rolls him up a second time. The Ref's too frazzled to notice him hooking the tights...
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2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
LEYTON BUZZARD!
Buzzard rolls out of the ring the second the match is called to avoid suffering the wrath of Ciampa. Even after taking the hard shot to the head, Tommaso gets up right away. He's seeing red. His first instinct is to go after his opponent, but then seeing Luchadora trying to make her escape through the crowd, he scrambles out of the ring, hops the barricade and chases her down. The crowd is going nuts as the Psycho Killer cuts a path through them so he can hunt down the woman who just cost him a win.
Ranallo: Well once again, some devious tactics have cost Tommaso Ciamp a victory.
Graves: Don't take this moment away from Leyton Buzzard! That's yet another massive win for this young star's career. I'm thoroughly impressed.
With the coast now clear, Buzzard rolls back in the ring to properly have his hand raised so he can celebrate the win while the fans boo louder than his music could possibly play. Luchadora and Ciampa disappear down some hallway to the back as Revolution rolls on!
As there’s a break in the action, the 3:16 Day festivities are seen to still be going on but elsewhere in the arena as Stone Cold is approached by a backstage interviewer.
Backstage Interviewer: Excuse me, Mr. Austin. Happy 3:16 Day, by the way. But why have you moved where you were having your party?
Stone Cold: Well ol’ Stone Cold is good friends with The Dudley Boyz and knew if he stuck around outside that office, he sure as hell wasn’t gonna quiet things down, an’ then he woulda’ had ta’ beat the shit out of Batista and that’s not fair ta’ Bubba or D-Von. So Stone Cold grabbed ‘is Steveweisers and balloons an’ shit and brought the fun to another part of the arena. Somewhere he won’t be interrupted except by someone else wantin’ ta’ drink some damn beer!
Suddenly Shark Boy and Paul Burchill enter the shot.
Shark Boy: Well shell, son, don’t mind if we do!
Stone Cold: Well hot damn, if it isn’t the See You In Tee. Paul Burchill and the You Dubya Eff Champ himself. Good ta’ see ya, kid.
Austin hands Shark Boy and Paul Burchill a cold one each as he raises the one he’s holding in a toast.
Stone Cold: Here’s ta’ those Harlan bastards gettin’ a can of whoopass opened up on ‘‘em tonight on Revolution, up until Wrestlemania, and at Wrestlemania.
The three men cheers and drink up as Revolution continues elsewhere.
The scene fades in as we see Edge, pacing around the exterior of a building, in the midst of a very active phonecall. Though his words aren't picked up, he definitely is not happy with the information being presented to him as the camera moves in closer. As he wraps up the call, with a frustrated look on his face, he's joined outside by Christian, who doesn't have the most positive expression on his face.
Christian
I'm assuming it didn't go well?
Edge bites his tongue to avoid lashing out, but shakes his head no. As he does so, the disgust on his face increases.
Christian
Well hey, at least we're both fully cleared now. I mean yeah, missing Wrestlemania always sucks, but it's not like you're out of a job. If there's one thing you and I both know, there's always another Wrestlemania. And the bigger the chip you carry on your shoulder, the sweeter that Wrestlemania moment will be when you get there. And this? I'd say it's a massive chip. So when do you get booked again?
Edge
...after Mania is all he'd say. Wouldn't give me specifics, despite my insistence. But I know for sure even if I'm back the first day after Mania, he's not going to give me the opponent I want. But that's fine. I can be patient. Like you said, the longer you hold onto that chip, the sweeter that moment is when it's finally lifted. But...in the meantime, that doesn't mean the two of us can't have some fun while we wait.
Christian looks over to Edge with a glint in his eyes. He's got plans...hell he's HAD plans for years but was just waiting for the right moment. And now, despite Edge's current doom and gloom mood, Christian can sense the return to form waiting just below the surface. It's time. Christian smiles and Edge...doesn't. His eyes glance around, looking for something that he knows he can't see. Christian catches it and finally catches on.
Christian
Oooooooo I see what's going on here. It's been a while for you, hasn't it? Maybe once here or there but now, the switch is fully on. Sami Zayn messed up when he went for our heads.
Christian puts a hand on Edge's shoulder and finally, despite Edge still hearing it, the anxiety of the situation dissipates. He lets the familiarity envelop him, as a smile finally appears on his face after letting the frustration of the concussion and Sami Zayn fade to the background. At least for now.
And like that, gentlemen. The band is back together. Let Revolution roll on ahead, we'll catch up soon enough.
For the final time, this evening, we head back to the UWF's newest potential couple. Bayley is slumped back in her chair, with a toothpick in her mouth a la Scott Hall. I don't know if it was the food or the alcohol, but it looks as if she is ready to fall asleep. LA Knight on the other hand, is sipping his water as Garcon brings back his credit card to sign. Obviously, they finally got the check and are preparing to get out of here
Bayley: Whew! I...am....full
LA Knight: Well, 'ya did just eat an entire cheesecake. L...A....Knight doesn't know where 'ya put it.
Bayley: Tons and tons of cardio.
LA Knight: I'm sure. Let's get outta here,
The duo get up from the table and begin walking towards the exit. Bayley stumbles a little; she's obviously intoxicated. LA Knight holds onto her as they walk towards the valet.
LA Knight: YEAH, dummy. Bring the car around. 2023 Daytona SP3 Ferrari.
The valet hustles off to go get the car. Bayley seems to be able to stand on her own now, but it's obvious that the alcohol is beginning to get to her. She begins to speaking to Knight while they wait for the car.;
Bayley: You know something, KA Light? I actually didn't have a terrible time tonight. Surprisingly, you actually know how to treat a *long belch* lady...
The valet brings the car around and LA Knight prepares to open the door for Bayley as she continues to speak.
Bayley: Honestly, if my brother wasn't going to beat you up, I may even have been interested in doing this again.
LA Knight can only chuckle before responding to what Bayley just said.
LA Knight: Well, sweetheart, let L...A...Knight tell 'ya that 'ya ain't got to worry about 'ya big brother. L...A....Knight will take care of him at WrestleMania.
Bayley begins to laugh. The alcohol is really kicking her ass. LA Knight stares at her confused, but that's been happening pretty much the entire night.
LA Knight: What's so funny?
Bayley can't stop herself from laughing. Eventually, she gets it together.
Bayley: I wasn't talking about WrestleMania....
LA Knight: Then what're 'ya talk....
Out of nowhere, the driver side door to LA Knight's Ferrari flies open and Kyle O'Reilly jumps out the driver's seat and tackles LA Knight. O'Reilly mounts and starts delivering massive clubbing blows to LA Knight. Where did Kyle O'Reilly come from? How did he get the keys to LA Knight's car? I guess none of the matters during this moment. All that matters is that Kyle O'Reilly has finally gotten his hands on LA Knight and he is beating the hell out of him. A drunken Bayley laughs at the carnage as O'Reilly grabs Knight and slams him head first on the hood of Knight's precious Ferrari. The Diabetic Dragon soaks in the moment before doing it a second time. Then a third time. Then a fourth time. Kyle O'Reilly is treating LA Knight's head like it's a basketball and he is Kyrie Irving. O'Reilly continues to dribble his WrestleMania opponent's head off the hood until there is a huge dent left and Knight is seemingly out of it. You can see the anger written on the usually Cool Kyle's face. LA Knight has played a lot of mental games with O'Reilly and Bayley, so this physical release is extremely enjoyable. Knight tries to get to a knee; throwing weak punches at O'Reilly's midsection. Kyle is happy to see there's still some fight left in him because he's still got some things to work through. As Knight tries to get up, O'Reilly grabs him by the arm and throws it over his shoulder before lifting Knight off the pavement and giving him a vicious snap suplex directly onto the hood of his own car. Knight groans in pain as restaurant goers and staff come outside to see what all the commotion is about. As a crowd gathers, O'Reilly grabs Bayley and the two of them make their exit. As the two leave, Bayley has some parting words for her "date".
Bayley: Thanks for dinner!! See you at WrestleMania!
The closing shots of the scene are a prone LA Knight lying in a crater on the hood of his own car. Revolution heads elsewhere.
With the sounds of Primus' "My Name Is Mud" playing through the arena speakers, out steps the resident butcher of Harlan, Kentucky, and the man who most say had a heavy hand in helping Trevor Lee become the UWF Television Champion. With a scowl on his face, he takes a moment to adjust his coat, before then walking down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 273 lbs...he is 'The Butcher', Andy Williams!"
Without much fanfare, Williams makes his way into the ring, and it is there that some theatrics are done, with Williams duck-walking in a circle around the ring, before stopping right in the dead center of the ring. Taking off his monocle, he then moves to his corner, a hardened stare being sent across the ring.
As the stinging guitar note of "Gone Guru" by Lifeseeker opens things off, those in attendance know that things can and will only get worse from here...
"WWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"
Upon that being shouted out around the whole arena, out walks onto the entrance stage none other than the "prophet" of Harlan, Kentucky, Lance Cade. With the same manic, downright unhinged smile on his face that he sported while delivering his debut beatdown to Shark Boy, Cade frantically shuffles down the ramp, seemingly jumping from side to side to try and proclaim to the fans all the glories that Harlan has to offer.
Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 262 lbs...he is 'The Prophet of Harlan', Lance Cade!"
With the fans clearly dismissive of Cade's fervent preaching, he would instead look to focus on the task at-hand, channeling all of his energy and excitement into one thing and one thing only - his opponent for the night. Hopping onto the apron, Lance enters the ring with a spin that takes him around quite a few times, until his eyes settle down onto the official inside the ring. Without any warning, Cade charges forward, nearly pinning the referee into the corner, before beginning to laugh it off like the joke it is and backing off, realizing that the man in stripes isn't his opponent...not tonight, anyways. With his attention re-focused, Cade would move to his side of the corner, and in an instant, the smile on Lance's face dissipates, all semblance of the delirious devotee reduced to a stone-faced glare.
As soon as the epic intro of Alestorm's 'Over the Seas' hits the PA system it's immediately obvious to everyone who is on their way out to the ring. Before long the camera shows Captain Paul Burchill standing proudly on a plinth looking out at all his adoring fans before he takes a leap with a rope and swings down onto the stage the the delight of the capacity crowd. Once landed Burchill proudly stands hands high in the air and bows before he makes his way down to ringside.
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from the Seven Seas, weighing in at 247 pounds - Captain Paul Burchill!
Burchill climbs to the top rope and throws his hands into the air before he jumps down into the ring and prepares for the fight.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The raw guitar driven sound of Accept's 'Fast as a Shark' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to go wild. Shark Boy marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off at anyone and everyone, he has the UWF Championship belt firmly in his grasp as he does so. Shark Boy wastes no time storming down to ringside his eyes fixed on the task in hand his head bobbing side to side as he jaw jacks on his way to ringside as waves of fans reach out to their favourite masked man.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the UWF Champion....SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air, the belt also flung high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.
VS
DING DING DNG
Cade walks to the center of the ring and points to Burchill, wanting to get things started with the pirate. It's not often that a cowboy gets to see a pirate. Shark Boy however has no intention of giving into his childlike joy of seeing a pirate and instead just decks him in the face so hard that Cade looks like he's gets knocked clean out! Shark Boy however immediately grabs at his shoulder, perhaps hitting too hard after all the damage done to him in recent weeks. He lays on top of Cade while still holding his shoulder as the ref drops down to make the count.
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2 . . .
Cade gets the shoulder up!
Mauro Ranallo: Unable to hook to leg or put any additional pressure on him made it easier for Cade to kick out of that one.
Corey Graves: Or maybe Shark Boy's just not as tough as everyone thinks. That's why he sucker punched Lance.
Tom Phillips: Sucker punched? The match started and Cade has been acting like a psycho. Shark Boy deserves some retribution.
Corey Graves: What Shark Boy deserves is to lose that UWF Championship. Luckily Wrestlemania is just around the corner.
Shark Boy gets to his feet and goes ahead and tags in Burchill. Paul double checks on Sharky to make sure he's fine and he says he is so he comes over to Cade who is getting to his feet. Burchill delivers a Step Up Enziguiri to stun Cade. He bends over but is still on his feet and so Burchill grabs him and hooks the leg, flipping him over into a Fisherman's Suplex. He keeps the bridge but drops down when he sees Butcher step one foot through the ropes to break up the pin. Butcher comes in but Burchill is already up and the two stare one another down. While lying on the ground, Cade hugs Burchill's legs. Paul tries to shake him off but Butcher clobbers him in the fact with a Big Boot! He exits the ring right after and Cade tags him right back in.
Butcher comes in and picks up Burchill. He grabs his head with both hand and just biels him across the ring to his corner. Butcher points to Shark Boy and wants him instead of the pirate. He's the one who he wants to suffer anyways. Shark Boy tags himself in and doesn't back down. Butcher goes to swing on him but Shark Boy manages to bob and weave the heavy handed punches and jabs with his own. Butcher gets tired of not landing any hits and just grabs Shark Boy and delivers a Headbutt. Butcher then grabs him by the throat and Chokeslams him! He makes the pin!
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2 . . .
Shark Boy kicks out!
Corey Graves: Is there anyone scarier on the roster than The Butcher?
Mauro Ranallo: Well I think Lance Cade might be giving him a run for his money.
Tom Phillips: You're both wrong. It's Shark Boy. Have we forgotten what's underneath the mask?
Butcher grabs the UWF Champion's bad arm and whips him to his corner. He runs over and gives him a Body Block in the corner, squishing him like a bug. Cade tags himself back in and brings Shark Boy down to the mat in a Fujiwara Armbar! Shark Boy however is right by the ropes and gets his feet on them. The ref tells Cade to break the hold but he keeps it on almost until he's disqualified. Shark Boy rolls away and unfortunately for Cade, the ref is busy admonishing him and it allows Shark Boy to roll away to his corner and tag in Burchill. Paul comes running at Cade but the Prophet of Harlan levels him with a Lariat! Cade then goes to the top rope and jumps off with a Diving Elbow Drop. Burchill rolls out of the way and pops back to his feet. Cade is holding his elbow as he gets up and walks right into a Flapjack! He flips over and Paul executes a Standing Shooting Star Press into the pin!
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2 . . .
Cade kicks out! Burchill brings him back up and gets him set up to Walk the Plank. Cade fights back and starts to elbow him in the side of the head. He whips the pirate into the ropes and catches him on the rebound, lifting him high in the air for the Harlan Bomb but Burchill reverses into a DDT! Burchill decides to go to the top rope. He climbs on up and looks back. It looks like he might be thinking Moonsault but Butcher comes into the ring and runs to the ropes causing him to get off balance and rack himself. Shark Boy decides to tag himself into the match and runs over to give Butcher a Clothesline out of the ring! Shark Boy turns his attention to Cade who is getting back up. He runs at him but Lance blindsides him with a big Lariat that turns him inside out!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God the power of the Prophet.
Corey Graves: That's that country boy strength!
Cade brings Shark Boy up right away and then runs past him. H's building up speed for the Harlan Lariat but Shark Boy cuts into his path and lands on him with a Thez Press into some punches! Cade covers up and rolls away to the corner. Shark runs after him and just straight Dive Headbutts Cade in the gut. He pulls him out of the corner and hooks the head for a Tornado DDT but the strength of Cade allows him to keep Shark Boy up. He instead just flips him upside down and hits a Shoulder Breaker! Shark Boy rolls around in pain and tries to exit the ring but Cade stops him. He pulls on his arm and places him in an Armbar. Burchill comes into the ring to try and break the hold but he gets tackled by The Butcher and the two brawl to the outside. The UWF Champion is in pain but he managed to scoot over and place his foot on the ropes. The ref tells Cade to break the hold but he won't let up. The referee counts to 5 and calls for the bell. He then tries to pry Cade's hands but he won't let go.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by disqualification, Paul Burchill and Shark Boy!
With the bell rung, however, it is clear that Lance Cade isn't quite keen on letting go of the armbar. Wrenching back on it some more, the referee gets to a kneeling position to try and force the prophet's grip to be broken. While they are successful, however, this draws the ire of Lance, who shoots to his feet, grabs the official by the collar of their shirt, and gives a nasty-looking right hand across the jaw, knocking them to the mat in one blow.
Mauro Ranallo: "Good god almighty, Lance Cade has...well, I'd say he has snapped, but I'm not sure if he had anything left in there to even be broken!"
Tom Phillips: "He just hit a UWF official! This...this psychopath needs to be stopped! Now! Send security out here, send SOMEBODY!"
With the hold broken, though, it provides Shark Boy some time of recovery, as he clings onto his shoulder as though it were dangling off him by a piece of string, trying not to completely fall apart whilst laying beneath the bottom rope. On the outside, it would appear that Paul Burchill has The Butcher on the ropes, as the two continue to duke it out, but just as things seem to be going good for the pirate, in comes the prophet to make the evens odd, as per usual. This cowboy had wanted to fight a pirate, after all, and he is certainly getting one now, as Burchill decks him with a left hand. Another follows soon after, and then a third, but The Butcher soon ambushes from behind once more, proving he was nowhere near down and out. Hitting a double sledge to the back of Paul, it sends him perfectly into the grasp of Lance Cade, who takes hold of him by the head and stares at him with a rather deranged smile, before throwing him carelessly into the steel stairs! With Burchill's knee colliding hard against the steel, Cade would soon be jumping for joy...but there's clearly still work to be done, as Shark Boy has pulled himself to the center of the ring.
With the attention turned to center stage, Lance would give a slap across the chest of The Butcher and bark orders at him, something that Andy begrudgingly obliges on. Walking over to the opposite side of the ringside area, Cade would be left to get into the ring, and without much fanfare, stomps down once more on the wounded arm of Shark Boy. A howl of pain is heard from the forceful boot being planted directly onto his shoulder, but this wouldn't be the end of things, as Lance drops down to his knees, before beginning to drive elbow strikes directly into the arm of the UWF Champion, each one only making Lance's smile grow wider and wider.
Tom Phillips: "Come on now! Where the hell is security?! This isn't right!"
Corey Graves: "If you would actually think for a second, Tom, you'd realize the same thing that the security force must have realized: Lance Cade is like a shark smelling blood in the water right now, there's just no stopping him!"
With Cade keeping a knee now firmly planted on the back of Shark Boy's neck to ensure he cannot move an inch, the prophet's eyes widen as he sees a rather nice vision - the sight of Andy Williams entering the ring with a steel chair...and from the way he is moving, it isn't for someone to take a seat in. Heading over to Cade, Lance's smirk grows as he moves off of Shark Boy, stepping aside to give The Butcher the honors. With Shark Boy down, Andy sets the chair down a moment, leaving it partially opened in the process. Not truly open for a seat of any kind, especially given it is laid on its side, but enough to perhaps slot something right in between the seat and back of the chair...something like Shark Boy's arm, as Butcher sets it up nice and snug, ensuring no sort of freedom can be achieved.
Tom Phillips: "Goddamnit, why is nobody coming out here?! These two are about to break Shark Boy's arm!!!"
Corey Graves: "Good! It'll give us a chance to see just how tough our champion actually is!"
Mauro Ranallo: "I'm with Tom here, Corey - someone, ANYONE, come out here and put a stop to this!"
With surgical precision, Andy looms over Shark Boy, his foot raised...but before he can drive it down, Lance steps up to him once more, screaming his head off once more, the callings of "LET ME AT 'EM, LET ME AT 'EM, ANDY!" being heard throughout the entire arena. Looking on in anger, The Butcher steps aside, and Lance gives the wind-up for the big finale to Shark Boy's UWF Title reign...
LIFE IS A MYSTERY
EVERYONE MUST STAND ALONE
I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME
AND IT FEELS LIKE...
Just from those four words, the crowd here comes absolutely UNGLUED, all while Lance and Andy turn towards the entrance ramp, a clear look of surprise on the face of The Prophet...but on the visage of The Butcher? He appears...ready.
HOME.
If the place was unglued before? Then there is simply no roof anymore, because standing on the entrance ramp, sporting white tape around his head, is the one, the only, Grado!
Mauro Ranallo: "IT'S GRADO!"
Tom Phillips: "GRADO IS BACK!"
Corey Graves: "B-BUT I THOUGHT HE DISAPPEARED?!"
Clearly not, Corey, clearly not. With energy and speed unseen in a man of his size in quite some time, Grado rushes down the ramp, charges into the ring, and is met right away by The Butcher. As Andy goes for a slicing Lariat, however, Grado ducks low, bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes back with a Wee Boot right to the skull of Andy! While it only stuns him, this does enough for Grado as he bounces off the ropes again and connects with a second one, sending The Butcher tumbling through the middle rope to the outside!
With one half of the Harlan contingency gone, however, it still leaves Lance Cade by himself, and when Grado sees him? He's got a massive grin on his face, downright beckoning for Grado to take him on. However, as Grado approaches, Lance goes to swing first, attempting a wild haymaker shot to the injured cranium of Grado, yet again the man from Stevenston ducks, weaves, and returns with a shot of his own! Then another, and another, and a fourth, before winding up...and connecting with a Bionic Elbow to the head of Cade! The Prophet drops down hard, staying in the ring, but it provides valuable time for Grado to free Shark Boy from the confines of the steel chair, with the UWF World Champion clearly catching his breath. On the outside, the clattering of stairs can be heard as The Butcher is sent straight over them by the rejuvenated Paul Burchill, who slides into the ring to catch his own glimpse of Grado's return.
However, before the reunion can truly begin, Lance Cade is there, getting back to his feet, just in time for a kick from Burchill! Cade, being the crafty man he is however, catches it...but while he gloats for a split-second, he proves not to be crafty enough, as he's met with a Step-Up Enzuigiri by Burchill! Staggered, he turns a few steps...only to be met with a swift kick from Shark Boy, and dropped with a Chummer! Yet Lance's punishment still isn't over, as Grado hooks him onto his shoulders...and sends the demand to Lance:
Tom Phillips: "GET TAE YER BED~!"
With Cade's face meeting Grado's knee, there's not much else he can do but roll out of the ring, seemingly completely dead on impact, leaving Andy to pick up the scraps of him, all the while Grado, Shark Boy, and Paul Burchill FINALLY begin their own reunion...and how else could they do so than without a few Sharkweisers?
With the beginnings of Shark Boy's theme playing once more, the UWF Champion ascends the turnbuckle, calling for a trio of beers. Once thrown his way, each one caught impeccably, he gets off the turnbuckle, and with a clear smile behind the mask, he offers one to each of his friends. All too happy to take them, the three cans are cracked open, and what closes off this edition of UWF Revolution is a three-way toast between the C.U.N.T., all in celebration over the return of Grado.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Steiner vs Ospreay - Jye
Ciampa vs Buzzard - Fauche
Guerrero vs Balor, Dudleyz vs Batista & Jarrett, Shark Boy & Burchill vs Cade & Butcher - Danny