Revolution 3/23/23

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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 and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: It's the final show before Wrestlemania and you can bet things are going to get even more heated tonight.

Corey Graves: It's hard to believe that things could get any more personal but I'm sure spark will fly in more than one match tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: Especially in our opening contest tonight when Cody Rhodes, Hulk Hogan and Eddie Guerrero all look to gain some revenge for the words and action of Finn Balor and The Mafia in recent weeks.

Tom Phillips: Balor may reap what he sows or he could weaken his opposition at Wrestlemania.

Corey Graves: One person I want to see get weakened is none other then that face painted freak Danhausen

Tom Phillips: He goes one on one with Leyton Buzzard who has been on a roll as of late. But perhaps no one has been hotter than the two people meeting in our main event tonight in MJF and LA Knight

Corey Graves: It's a real Sophie's Choice for me in that match.

Mauro Ranallo: Plus Batista will go one on one with Homicide and Kyle O'Reilly puts the Prime Time Medal on the line against Jeff Jarrett. All that and more on tonight's Revolution!




Chimel: The following contest is a six-man tag team match and is set for one-fall!



Tony Chimel: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, making their way to the ring, the American Nightmare, Cody Rhodes!

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




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

Chimel: Next, from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Eve, Eddie Guerrero




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

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

Hogan joins Rhodes and Guerrero in the ring to await the arrival of their opponents.




As the music sounds around the arena the crowd has no choice but to boo as they know the appearance of the supergroup is near. The stage is filled with smoke as Damien Priest and Mafia Dom are seen standing behind their leader Finn Balor. Finn Balor doesn’t crack a smile as he makes his way to the ring. With his Hitmen behind him Finn Balor and company made their way into the ring bringing tension into the ring the minute they locked eyes with the enemy.

Chimel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of six-hundred-sixty-six pounds, they are Damien Priest, Mafia Dom and the UWF Television Champion, Finn Balor... The Mafia!

Balor leads his crew up into the ring. The Champ volunteers to start thing off for his team, leading his rival Cody to insist that he be first man in on the other side. Hogan, Guerrero, Priest and Dom all move out to the apron and with that, the Official calls for the bell.





DING DING


Cody's speeding across the ring before the bell's done chiming. The American Nightmare is none too thrilled about the Mafia wife-napping Brandi. He charges at Balor with bad intentions, looking for some sweet revenge.

The Prince ain't about to take this guy on while he's in that sort of mood. Finn turns and dips out of the ring in a flash, sliding through the ropes and out to the floor with a quick tag to Priest on the way out. Boos come in hot and heavy for the display of perceived cowardice, but Balor doesn't look bothered by that. Heck, he's laughing as he looks back up in the squared circle to see his thug step over the ropes to cut Rhodes off.


Graves: Smart play by Balor to get to let Priest handle the former TV Champ. With a big title defense coming up at Wrestlemania, he can't afford to be in there with a man who wants to murder him in cold blood.

Ranallo: What started as a competitive clash in the Royal Rumble between these two has since escalated to a much more personal affair. The Mafia crossed the line when they brought Cody's wife into this mess. I think Balor deserves some comeuppance.


Rhodes tries to push past Priest so he can get to the man he really wants. Like a bouncer at the club you aren't cool enough to get into, though, Damien Priest pushes him back with a massive hand to the chest. Accepting that he'll have to eat his meat and veggies before he can get to desert, Cody goes to work on the dish in front of him. He locks up with Priest, although he finds himself over-powered by the giant almost immediately. When Damien starts to force him towards the ropes, the Rollercodester shifts his feet and his weight with it to get his opponent backing into the cables instead.

With the momentum working in his favour by way of cable-bounce, Rhodes is able to then whip Priest across the ring. Dude's so tall it hardly takes him any steps at all to reach the far ropes, off which he rebounds back. An attempted lariat by Priest misses by inches as Cody ducks under. They blow past each other, with Priest stopping himself in his tracks while the American Nightmare jumps up on to the middle rope. From there, he flies backwards, looking for a Cody Cutter.


Phillips: Here comes the Cody Cutter!

Ranallo: I would have thought Disaster Kick, to be honest. But that's the thing about Cody Rhodes - we've seen him reinvent himself a dozen times over in the UWF and he always has a new trick up his sleeve. So even after losing his Television Championship to Balor, it's hard not believe that he's capable of winning that strap back on any given night.

Graves: Well if Rhodes is a master of reinvention, Balor is a genius in fortification. He's surrounded himself with an army now, and unlike him time with Bulletproof or when he was running roughshod on Smackdown with Gallows and Lynch, he's the one calling the shots now. This is a Finn Balor fully realized.


Cody manages to hook Priest's head with the chinlock, but even with all that force behind him, he can't drop the big man with his move. Priest catches and handles his opponent's weight, and actually hoists Rhodes up and over, perhaps looking for a powerslam as the counter.

Luckily for the American Nightmare, he's able to slip off the back, and in doing so lands right by his own corner He reaches back and makes the the tag to another former world champion in Eddie Guerrero, who vaults over the tope rope to join the action with an enormous pop accompanying his arrival.


Ranallo: Mama Mia, listen to that crowd! The UWF Universe sure Viva's la Raza.

Graves: Leave Spanish alone, Mauro.


Just like Cody did not so long ago, Eddie ducks beneath a clothesline as he charges at Priest. He hits the far ropes and comes back to catch Damien with a headscissors takedown that drops the behemoth to the mat for the first time tonight. As Priest is scrambling to get back to a vertical base, the tenacious Guerreo gets behind him and catches him with a roll-up! The Ref comes in to count it...



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Eddie grabs a fistful of tights for leverage! If you're not cheating, you're not trying, baybay.



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Mafia Dom rushes into the break and breaks things up with a stomp to the back of Eddie's head. Nasty. The Ref chews out the kid for cheating like that but Dom yells at him about how Eddie started it as he heads back to the apron.

Priest stands up and hauls Guerrero with him, keeping the guy woozy with a significant knee lift to the bread basket. Eve watches on in horror from the apron as she tells her man to hang in there. Jimmy Hart comes over to console her his guy Hogan leans over the ropes, daring Priest to come pick on someone his own size.


Graves: The Mafia has Guerrero isolated now, and you'd better believe they aren't going to let him get back to his own corner any time soon. This is going to be a mugging.

Phillips: Suffice it to say you like this gang a lot more than the Cartel?

Graves: Of course, Phillips! They're completely different things. And I'm happy to report that it seems like the apple has fallen far, far, faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the tree with young Dominik.

Ranallo: There's been some paternal speculation around that kid for years now, but if the rumors are true, it makes that kick he just landed on Eddie a much more tragic blow.


Priest drags Guerrero to the home corner and tags Dom in. The young superstar comes through the ropes and immediately puts the boots to Eddie, using the top cable for leverage as he really lays them in. The Referee rushes over to break things up cause that's illegal. Dom backs away, taking the Official's attention with him, and once that back is turned, Damien reaches over and starts choking Eddie out while Balor - who's still one the floor - holds his arms back.

Cody, Hogan, Eve and Hart all try and alert the Ref to the shenanigans to no avail. Not even the screaming crowd at ten thousand strong can lure him away from his lecture at Dom. Rhodes elects to take matters into his own hands, dropping down to the floor and circling the ring to dole out some justice.

Balor sees Cody coming around the corner and releases Eddie's arms to meet him. Rhodes is swinging like a bat outta hell, though, and quickly gains the upper hand in this brawl as he clobbers the man who took his Television Championship.


Phillips: This match is flying off the handle!

Graves: Cody's a maniac! He's clearly not in a fit enough mental state to be competing right now!

Ranallo: If somebody abducted your wife, you'd be angry too!

Graves: Hey, if somebody got my wife out of my hair for a few weeks I think I'd send them flowers.


Finally, the Ref gets out of the way and Dom goes back to work. He pulls Eddie up to his feet and hooks his head to hit a suplex. Of course he holds on, rolls over, stands up and nails a second. The crowd clues in and sees this is cynical, taunting homage. They aren't impressed by it and boy, they let Mafia Dom know it.

Nevertheless, the kid finishes the trifecta and nails the third of Three Amigos before rolling over and hooking a leg for the pin attempt...



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Eddie kicks out at two! Big sigh of relief from the fans!

Meanwhile, on the outside, Cody and Finn's brawl spills over the barricade and into the crowd. Finn tries to fight back at first, but so aggressive is the American Nightmare that Balor is forced to retreat further and further away from the ring as Cody goes to town.


Phillips: Where are those two going? The ring is in the other direction!

Ranallo: I don't think Cody has any interest in settling this dispute within the confines of a six-man tag team match, Tom. This is well past that point now.


Before long, both Cody and Balor disappear down some hallway to the back, leaving just two folks on either side of the clash in the ring.

Dom scoops Eddie off the mat and leads him back towards his corner to tag in Priest. Once again, the giant flexes his height by clearing the top cable in a single step. He collects the wounded Guerrero from Mafia Dom and walks him towards the center of the ring, taunting Hogan as he sets up Eddie for his signature chokeslam.


Graves: It's all over but the crying, now. Even without Finn here, these boys can handle business just fine.

Ranallo: A South of Heaven chokslam would be the proverbial nail in the coffin for Guerrero. We might see this thing decided without the Hulkster ever even entering the match!


Priest hoists Guerrero up only for the former International Champ to fire back to life! He counters out with a stunning dropkick that sends Damien tumbling back towards his own corner. Dom reaches out to tag him out while Eddie crawls towards Hogan's outstretched hand. Can he make it in time? Will Dominik get to him first?

Yes and no! Eddie slaps Hulk's hand just in time! Dom skids to a halt as Hulk Hogan comes into the match for the first time! The crowd explodes with excitement as the young stud puts his hands up defensively, pleading for mercy from the Hulkster.

He ain't about to get any. Hulk lays into him with one punch, then another! Grabbing Dom by the wrist, he then whips him into the ropes and catches him on the way back with a Big Boot that lays him out flat!

Hogan cups an ear to hear that capacity crowd calling for a Leg Drop. He's more than happy to deliver. Running to ropes, Hulk builds up some speed for a move that doesn't even require any. Just as he's about to come crashing down with all that weight, however, Priest reaches in from the floor and pulls Dom out there with him to safety.


Graves: Nice thinking by Priest!

Phillips: Yeah, he cheated to save Dom's life. Great work.


The Mafia can't stay out of trouble for long, though. Priest gets all distracted by Eve coming around the ring to ream him out. While his eyes are on her, he fails to notice Eddie gets into the ring so he can run across it and throw himself through the ropes with a Suicide Dive! Guerrero connects like a torpedo that knocks both himself and the big man into the barricade and then over it into the crowd!

The both of them then start fist fighting amidst the screaming fans while Eve and Jimmy Hart work together to roll Dom back into the ring. The kid gets up on shaky legs just in time to get turned inside the frick out by an AX BOMBER from Hogan!


Ranallo: OH MY GOODNESS! Hogan going oldschool with the massive lariat!

Phillips: That's gotta be it!


Hogan drops down to make the cover...



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DING DING


YOUR WINNERS...
CODY RHODES, EDDIE GUERRERO AND HULK HOGAN!

Top ten all-time theme song "Real America" blares through the PA while the fans lose their minds. Jimmy rolls into the ring to celebrate with the Hulkster, who stands tall over Mafia Dom.


Ranallo: Hogan secures the win for his team in definitive fashion. That is not the way Finn Balor wanted to be heading into Wrestlemania.

Graves: Yeah, well, these guys might have been able to pull this one off tonight, but come Wrestlemania, it'll be every man for himself.

Phillips: That's true, Corey. Finn Balor's Television Championship will be on the line in a five-way ladder match against Cody Rhodes, Eddie Guerrero, Hulk Hogan and Jeff Jarrett, who we'll see competing for the Prime Time Medal last on this evening.

Ranallo: And if you thought this match was chaotic, that one is sure to bring ten times the craziness!


Whatever security isn't busy dealing with Rhodes and Balor backstage rushes out to break up the fight between Eddie and Priest in the crowd. It's absolute anarchy out there as Revolution rolls on!




The scene opens up on Batista in a dark room with only his face lit up.



”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Tick tock, Spike Dudley. Tick….tock. That’s the sound of us getting closer to Wrestlemania with every passing second. And I hope it’s ringing in your ears and giving you a splitting headache the likes of which you’ve never felt before, I hope the dread is crawling all over you like scurrying insects. Because while it’s the grandest stage of them all, you aren’t going to do anything on that stage but bleed. And while it’s a showcase of the immortals, all that’s going to be showcased is that you aren’t immortal no matter what your extended family or that heart you put so much faith into tell you. I get you for thirty minutes on that night, Spike, thirty minutes to break tables and your bones and spirit, as well as whatever else I get my hands on in that time.

As for that Dollar General Juelz Santana I’m facing tonight, Homicide you’re just the next man in line that used to be great to get ran through by yours truly. It’s as simple as that.

As Batista finishes speaking, Revolution continues elsewhere.




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



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, The "Good Guy", Bayley and... well...

Kyle O'Reilly's step-sister strolls into the frame. Renee looks over shoulder to see if the Diabetic Dragon is coming to, but it looks like he's nowhere to be found.

Young: Bayley, thanks for joining me. I had had Kyle scheduled for this interview, too, and I was hoping that -

Bayley cuts here off right there.

Bayley: Sorry I'm gonna have to cut you off right there, Renee. I know what you're gonna say, and I know the people watching on the big screen here in the arena and on their TV's at home are just as disappointed as you. Everyone wants to know what's on Kyle's mind these days.

The thing is, I'm just a smidge worried that if he sees LA Knight walking around backstage, he's gonna send him head-first through a concrete wall. Then, instead of finally getting his long-awaited one-on-one match Wrestlemania debut, he'll be hanging out in catering on the big night while the so-called "Thursday Night Thriller" is laid up in some hospital bed. So we made the call to let Kyle have some alone time tonight before his Prime Time Medal defense.

Young: Well I guess I can see the logic in that line of thinking. Since you brought it up, though, let's talk about this match tonight. This feud between Kyle and LA has become an extremely personal one, but it all started with that Prime Time Medal. Most people assumed that your step-brother would be carrying it into Wrestlemania, but now Jeff Jarrett has the chance to beat him for it and spoil those plans. Do you -

Before Renee can get to her question, Bayley interrupts again.



Bayley: Aha... uhhhhh, yeah, that's not happening. Jeff Jarrett? Seriously? Maybe if this match happened a few years ago... or, well, a few years before a few years ago... and maybe if we were competing on some soundstage in a six-sided ring where he carny'd his way into some backstage shotcaller roll where he could fix the fights... then yeah, sure Double J might stand a snowball's chance in hell against the Diabetic Dragon.

But Renee, sweetheart, I mean for God's sake, it's 2023. It's Revolution - the show that Kyle and his pals put on the map a few years back. The same show that he's the fastest rising star of. The same show that he steals every time he steps in that ring.

Has Jeff picked up a few good wins since he crawled out from the under the rock? Sure. Props to him. But he's scraping by by the skin of his teeth. What happens when Kyle gets in there, huh?

Renee shrugs, correctly assuming that Bayley is going to answer her own question. That doesn't take long.

Bayley: It's a massacre, Renee! There's no room for mercy or pity in this blood sport we call professional wrestling, but honestly? I'm starting to feel bad for the Referees who week in and out, have to do everything in their power to pull my step-brother off of his latest victim. These guys are probably waking up in cold sweats in the middle of night, post-traumatically reliving the brutal beatdowns they witnessed up close and personal.

If Jeff Jarrett thinks he's going to play spoiler, he's got another thing coming and then some. And if he wants to be able to make it to the Island of Misfit Toys ladder match on the Grandest Stage of 'em All, he'll have to have the good sense to tap out the instant Kyle gets hands on him cause if there's one thing about us O'Reilly's, its that once the fight is one, we never let go.

Bayley turns and looks directly into the hard cam.

Bayley: Knight - I know you're out there somewhere watching this. You better keep that in mind too, pal.

With that, The "Good Guy" heads out with but a wave to Renee, who signs off so Revolution can roll on!






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

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

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



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



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



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

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

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



Ding Ding Ding

MJF and Knight don't go for each other as they look directly into eachothers eyes seeing who's the first to go, The crowd are electric giving the two individual pos' a piece of their own mind, The two just look each other down as the crowd chant in unison...

"YOU BOTH SUCK"

The MJF gestures towards the crowd to LA who for a split moment is distracted enough for MJF to get the first blow in, a straight elbow to the chin of the megastar. Knight goes to react but MJF follows up with a beautifully executed arm drag, Knight stumbles into the ropes which he goes through pointing to the referee to get MJF back in his corner, The referee follows suit as those be the rules...

Tom Phillips: Mr Megastar seems to be a bit apprehensive to get phsyical here tonight.

Corey Graves: He is preserving a full bill of health for his Prime Time title match with one Kyle O'Reilly who embarrassed him last week in front of his date no less!

MJF knows the game he waits for Knight to exit the ropes before ducking Knights lariat attempt, Maxwell throws his arms around and hits Knight with a snap german suplex. Knights plans for a pain free night being put on hold as MJF follows through lifting Knight back up to his feet, He hooks both arms before sweeping the leg slamming Knight into the ring canvas with a beautiful full nelson legsweep facebuster shades of the Miz coming from MJF as he makes the cover...

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Corey Graves: "MJF taking from the book of Miz a former intercontinental champion, which is what MJF wants to become at Wrestlemania, A Champion..."

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No Knight kicks out like he has another date with Bayley on the line. MJF stands to his feet as he moves over to Knights new position under the ropes, MJF lifts him up threading through the middle rope and between his legs, MJF is almost taken aback as Knight for a backdrop to the outside of the ring, MJF catches the ropes using them to spike Knight into the canvas with a Heat Seeker...

Mauro Ranallo: "Heat SEEKAR!!"

MJF on his feet now as he places Knights head between his legs, Maxwell goes to lift Knight up for a Power bomb of sorts but Knight sends Maxwell to the canvas using his head to lift Maxwell over like he is a spatula flipping a krabby patty. Knight has a moment before he begins to stomp into Maxwell giving the salt of the earth a few bruises on his chest. MJF rolls under the ropes and onto the apron to get away from Knights boots...

Corey Graves: "Knight being reserved with these boots no extra risk just down to basics, Wear down your man and finish it quickly..."

Knight isn't on the offensive as he waits for MJF to get back in the ring almost knowing the trap, MJF gets back into the ring going for the single leg takedown but Knight smacks him with an elbow, Knight spins MJF around like they are dirty dancin' he hooks the head going for the BFT but MJF has other plans grabbing the arm and bringing the Megastar to the canvas, He begins to lock in the salt of the earth, Knight goes to tap but their is one thing Knight dislikes more than dummies, its losing...

Mauro Ranallo: "Salt Of The Earth!"

Knight uses his body weight to shift the move, He begins to escape rolling over his mark, MJF like a man who does nothing but grip strength training at the gym keeps hold of the appendage as he cinches back and reapplies the Salt of the Earth onto Knight, The Megastar looks for a way out, He swallows his pride as he has to accept that getting out is more damage than he is willing to take as he begins to tap, MJF instead of being a dick actually releases the hold as he stands to his feet barely a drop of sweat on his brow as he is directing traffic at ringside...

Tom Phillips: "Knight realising the risk versus the award of the situation!"

Ding Ding Ding

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner by submission, M... J... F..."

Knight rolls out of the ring swinging his arm around just having saved it, He doesn't look too pleased with the loss but at least he can beat the dummy at full health at Wrestlemania.

MJF isn’t satisfied and yells over to Mr. Regal who quickly grabs a microphone and hands it over. MJF’s music dies down as LA Knight rolls out of the ring holding his arm. LA Knight is sitting on the ground with his back against the ring, holding his arm as the referee checks on him. MJF leans over the top rope looking down on him.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: Yeah…Yeah…Yeah..Yeah! What did I tell you? What did I promise you? I said that there wasn’t anything to gain from walking to this ring tonight. I told you that you were better off concentrating on your little match at Mania, but you just couldn’t take my kindness. By the way, you’re welcome. You’re welcome for not ripping your arm from it’s socket, you’re welcome for allowing you to still compete at Wrestlemania. You are welcome for not taking the biggest payday from you…because if I wanted to you’d be leaving here with your arm in ruin. You morons in the backs should take note, I’m not kind often, but when I offer it you should really take it. Or else you end up having your ass be embarrassed, isn’t that right L…A…Knight? Because now maybe you understand, even if you are one of the fastest rising stars here, you are still no M…J…F!

MJF walks back into the middle of the ring.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: When are you people going to start realizing that when I speak, it is the truth. When I say I’m going to win, I win. When I say I’m going to embarrass someone, I do. When I say I’m going to take over this company, I reign supreme in every main event match. You can all keep bouncing your heads off the wall of denial, if you want to…but the MJF train is still moving full speed ahead. And it’s only a little while longer that I pull into that Wrestlemania station. That, well that is where the true fun begins because when I walk out as your Intercontinental Champion, there’s no denying. There’s no pretending that I will run out of steam. There’s no more telling yourselves I’m a flavor of the month. I am the UWF after Wrestlemani, full stop. It doesn’t matter if the redneck or the shark bitch walk out with the UWF Title because they will still be second to me.

LA Knight is slowly making his way back up the ramp, a medic is now also taking a look at his arm as he slowly walks to the back.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN: That’s right, you go back there and you tell them all what it’s like. Tell them what it’s like to face the top wrestler at the top of his game. Let the Clown and the Burger King know what they have coming for them. And let the rest of the locker room know what they are up against if they think for a goddamn second that they have what it takes to take the championship from me once I have it. I don’t say it because it’s cool, I don’t say it because I want to sell march, I say it because it’s true…My name is Maxwell Jacob Friedman. I’m better than you and you know it!

With that MJF drops the microphone as his music begins to play again. And he gives a nice gesture to LA Knight who is just about at the top of the ramp and through the entrance way.






Revolution cuts away from the action and shows as Spike Dudley tapping up his boots in a warehouse. He looks dead straight into the camera and begins speaking.



Spike Dudley: Now this isn't a long winded Dudley promo that we have been giving you week after week recently. I'm going to get straight to the point tonight. All week I've been in Dudley's Home Furniture Store and I've stocked up on tables. Big tables, small tables, short tables, tall tables, hot tables, cold tables.... you name it, I've got them and now, I'm going to train with them but that's not all. Hollywood, my plan for tonight is to be one with the tables and have your movies on in the background to motivate me. I'm preparing myself for our battle at WrestleMania and I hope you are too because we are going to war. I'll be ready for it but the main question I have is.......will you? 

With that, Spike gets up from his seat, full strapped up and walks out of screen as we hear the Marvel theme song blare out in the background.






The iconic Metallica riffage hits the PA and the fans pop for the arrival of the Second-Generation Stud, a controversial figure for the most part, but one who has vowed to hurt a man they absolutely loathe in Leyton Buzzard. Bronson Steiner arrives through the curtain and marches to the top of the stage, performing his usual "snapping" taunt as an eruption of pyro pops behind him, before he descends to the ring with a grin. Steiner rounds the squared circle, then jogs up the ring steps and enters between the ropes. Steiner immediately hops up on a turnbuckle to work the capacity crowd.



After a few moments of getting the fans hyped, he descends and slides into a chair arrayed before a table for tonight's contract signing. A mic awaits him on the table, and he picks it up, turning it on as he kicks back to address the crowd and – perhaps more importantly – his Wrestlemania foe before putting ink to paper.

BRON STEINER

You know, Leyton Buzzard probably thinks he has it all figured out, doesn't he? After his little punk-ass stunt last week, he probably thinks that his Wrestlemania appointment with the Second-Generation Stud is going to be a walk in the park. Once upon a time I thought the kid was a coward, but I'm starting to realize now that it's all just an act. Buzzard runs away, he hires thugs, he holds ceremonies for himself where he awards himself with meaningless accolades – he does all of that not because he's a coward, but because he's a narcissistic lunatic!

Big pop from the crowd as Big Poppa Pump's nephew unofficially diagnoses his Mania opponent with a mental health disorder. Steiner nods and grins.

That's right. The man who calls himself a "Different Class of Wrestler" isn't wrong when he uses that monicker, because he is in a different class – the genuinely insane class. That's why he keeps pissing me off, it's why he has continuously sought to stir up the hornet's nest, and it's why – of all the things he could have done – he's booked himself into a corner by demanding me in a Dog Collar Match. And the best part about all of this is that my private investor has bumped the price on his head up to a cool million, so you know that the Second-Generation Stud is going to be extra motivated to take his pound of flesh off that lunatic's overpriced, overhyped hide. See, Leyton Buzzard, he likes to think of himself as some sort of second coming but the simple fact of the matter is that he's just not good enough. He's not good enough for this sport, he's not good enough for this company, Hell – he's not even good enough to lace up my boots, and I'm going to prove all of it at Wrestlemania when I take Leyton Buzz-



Steiner is interrupted as the devil himself he appears on the ramp to the theme music the fans despise. Leyton Buzzard struts down to the ring microphone in hand as he speaks while he struts he adjust the title on his shoulder with his Buzzard World Cup in hand, Buzzard reminiscent of some kind of runway model.

Leyton Buzzard:

"Steiner I've arranged something special for Rebellion, Something just for you BUT before we get there I am going to have to put you through that table once ink is to paper, I mean you KNOW Silas is in the crowd so I am not going to be coy about it, I am going to pull on your leash and remind you who your master is. At mania I am going to take you out back and like your Lassie, Yeah Steiner next week you asked for a match against Silas, Daddy. You got it on one condition if you lose you have to compensate me for all the damages mental and physical that you dumb dumb have inflicted upon Leyton Buzzard. First off I want to know who your angel investor is and secondly I want you to bark like a dog on all fours."

Buzzard steps up the steel steps and as he enters the ring he says into the microphone...

"Woof... woof..."

Buzzard places his butt opposite side of the ring of Steiner, Buzzard meticulously places his World Cup and title next to the contract sitting on the table, Buzzard puts both feet up on the table as he awaits Steiner. He doesn't wait long as Steiner, who had been fuming at the man's remarks, launches himself over the table like a torpedo, Lou Thesz pressing Buzzard out of the chair and to the floor! Buzzard starts raining taped fists down on Leyton, who covers up as best he's able until the Second-Generation Stud switches tack, grabbing his wrists and pulling the arms to the side before brutally headbutting him right on the bridge of the nose! Buzzard writhes as his nose starts to run red with blood. Steiner gets to his feet, weeks of pent up aggression painted all over his face. Silas starts surging to the ring, but when he gets on the apron, Steiner surges at him and bursts between the ropes into an absolutely BRUTAL Spear that damn near skewers Silas as both men crash to the outside. Steiner pops right back up to his feet and erupts with a roar that gets a pop from the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA!

Tom Phillips: Spear! Spear! Spear from Bronson Steiner and I don't think Silas Mason will be standing up any time soon.

Steiner heads back into the ring just as Leyton is getting to his feet, bloodied. Leyton runs at Steiner and attempts a clothesline, but Steiner ducks under it. Buzzard keeps the momentum going as he comes back off the ropes and connects with a forearm to Steiner, but Bron hardly budges as he no-sells the move. Leyton throws another forearm and Steiner laughs it off, then wraps a hand around Leyton's neck! Buzzard grabs his forearm in both hands, shaking his head, and Bronson looks like he's about to lift the man before Leyton goes low with a kick to the groin! Steiner flinches, free hand cupping his jewels as his grip loosens. Leyton breaks free of his grip and backs into the ropes, coming back looking for a crossbody, but Steiner catches him, then drops him through the table with a thunderous ~STEINBUSTAH~! The fans erupt in an even bigger pop at that as Steiner sifts through the splinters of the table to grab the contract and the pen, and plants the papers on Leyton's chest as he inks his name on the dotted line, making sure to stab through the paper into Leyton's torso with the pen when he finishes.

Corey Graves: Well, I don't think Leyton Buzzard wanted things to go this way tonight, but the Wrestlemania clash between these two is now all but official now that Bron Steiner has signed his name to that contract!

Bronson grabs a mic.

BRON STEINER

You want me to bark like a dog, you punk-ass piece of shit? Well I'm not like you, I'm all bite and no bark, as you can clearly testify to tonight. You've made a critical mistake challenging me to this match Leyton, because at Mania, you've got nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and nothing you can do to stop me from breaking your ass clear in two! I'm going to beat the blood out of you like you're a chunk of halal chicken, Buzzard. And then I'm going to collect on my payday. See you at Wrestlemania.

With that, he spikes the mic on Buzzard's torso, then moves as if to leave the ring, but pauses and backs up. Steiner grabs the Leyton Cup from amidst the remains of the table, and holds it up, taking a good look at it. A sadistic grin creeps across his features as he moves to Leyton's still-prone self, and bends to grab him by the hair, sitting him up. Steiner then smashes the cup over his skull, breaking the cheap trophy! With another taunt for the benefit of the cheering crowd, Steiner makes his exit, leaving them buzzing for the sure-to-be bloody conflict at the pay-per-view.





The spectacle of Revolution carries us all forward through time and greets us with a different scene than we were all just witnessing. We see a ring in use in some warehouse, pretty nice warehouse, but certainly not camera ready. Surrounding the ring are various wrestlers in workout gear, swapping tips and critiquing the trainees running drills in the ring. We see a man break off from the ring, towel wiping the sweat off his face as he heads towards some seats set up by a wall, where another trainee is resting. As he sits, the camera cuts over to an up close view and we get a look at two UWF Superstars amongst the rookies, as Christian plops himself in the chair next to Edge.

Christian
Woo! Feels good to take some bumps again! Though I'm sure tomorrow I'll be complaining about taking some bumps again. I've got no idea how you were able to keep it up for this past year man.

Edge
You know, that first month was rough, even with all the winning. But every time I wanted to slow down, I forced myself to keep that same pace, even speed up at times. I knew the second I let up on the conditioning or training or bumps, that I would ache just that little bit more the next day. Until it would build and poof, I'm an old man trying to avoid shattering my hip on a hip toss or compressing my spine into one solid bone on a leg drop.

Christian
So basically, your way to deal with the problem, is to ignore the problem and just not think about it?

Edge
Yeah, pretty much. Just accept now that it sucks and get used to the suckiness and then you realize it doesn't suck that bad and just don't let it suck more. Also stay hydrated, you're sweating more than Mark Henry, dude.

Christian
Oh god, this towel is already soaked. I probably shouldn't have trusted those zoomers and their special pre-workout mixer.

Christian hands the container of the powder Christian is talking about to Edge, who gives it a whiff and his eyes instantly water.

Edge
I think they're ribbing you dude, that shit reeks of just straight chili powder. Here, I brought some extra water I think you're gonna ne-

Edge had looked away to rummage in his bag and when he looks back, Christian is over at the nearby water cooler, holding the nozzle down to pour water directly into his mouth. Edge chuckles and puts his extra water away. As he does so, a few trainees come up to him to swap some tips for various holds and how to escape. Edge provides a quick verbal seminar on fair and...unfair...ways to break a couple general holds before the group is called back to the ring by the trainer running the drills. As they do, Christian returns, now just holding the entire jug from the water cooler in his hand by it's neck, raising it to drink like a cartoon character.

Christian
Dunno why I didn't think to just do this from the start. This is way more efficient than that tiny nozzle.

Edge
Probably because that's impractical and was likely too heavy to lift by yourself at first until you drained half of it spraying your face and the floor.

The two glance over at the puddle of water spreading across the floor. But no one is coming around right now, so that can be a future problem.

Christian
See? Even Ace is on board with worrying about it later. I'm sure we'll tie up that loose end before we're done.

We? If you mean I have you get up and start sopping this all up with towels then I guess yeah, "we'll" tie this up. You also forg-

Edge
Can we maybe...ease into this sorta stuff? I'm sure the concussions we had clicked...whatever this is back on, but I've had a very nice and peaceful year before this injury and just...it's a lot to deal with. Let's just, wade into the pool a little bit at a time instead of just cannonballing into the deep end. I still get a bit of a headache everytime you...you know...interject.

Fine, as you wish. But I'm not going away for good, you two are stuck with me, but baby steps for Edge and his migraines. Christian finishes his jug of water and drops it onto the ground where it bounces around making quite a racket. This gets the attention of the trainees who get a nice chuckle out of the veteran's antics. This draws the ire of the trainer who starts having everyone around the ring run cardio drills and yells at the two in the ring to go and replace the water jug. So they hustle out of the ring and run over to the...puddle of water and both slip and eat absolute shit. The trainer notices this and notices the empty jug at Christian's feet and starts putting two and two together. Christian notices this and grabs Edge and all of their stuff.

Christian
Tied up and time to go!

The two make a mad dash for the exit NOT blocked off by a massive puddle of water before the trainer can ream them out in front of the trainees for their total lack of professionalism as Revolution rolls on.






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



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

Tony Chimel: Introducing from Cocunut Creek, Florida by way of Brooklyn New York this is the Notorious 187 Homicide!!!

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




As, “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.



Both men tied up as they test of strength. Batista got the upper hand and Homicide reverse it by whipping him to the ring ropes. Homicide jumps as Batista bounces from the ring ropes and he knock Homicide downtown with a huge clothesline. He goes for the pin and the referee counts.

1.....

And kick out.

Batista grab Homicide as he whips him to the turnbuckle and he walk quickly to him. He hits him with some punches to the chest and kick to the stomach. He is about to land a another kick as Homicide catches him and he quickly hits him with the Brooklyn Lariat! He hooks the leg and the referee begin the count.

1.......

And kick out.

Homide quickly grab Batista's legs and he place him in the Cross STF. Batista is screaming in pain as the referee walk over to him and he ask him if he gives up. Batista shakes his head no as Homicide keeps the hold for a while while Batista tries to get out and it is no use. Batista begin to fade as The referee grab his hand and he drop it.

1....

The referee grab it and he drop it again as Batista isn't moving.

2.....

The referee grab Batista's hand and he drop it as Batista starts shaking. He elbows drop Homicide and he whips him to the ring ropes as he spears him. Homicide is down as Batista grab the leg and the referee quickly begin the count.

1.....

2.....

And a kick out.

Batista can't belong it as he get mad and he start arguing with the referee. Meanwhile Homicide used the time to recover and he quickly turn Batista's around. He hits him with a huge Gringo Killa as he quickly hooked the leg and the referee begin the count.

1......

2......

Miz get on the ring ropes distracting the referee as Batista low bow Homicide and then Miz was about to leave. Spike suddenly comes out of nowhere and he turns Batista around. He hits him with the Dudley dog and he gets knocked down while the Miz stop talking to the referee. The referee turn around to see Homicide crawl over and he hook the leg for the pin.

1......

2......

And 3.

Here's your winner Homicide!



The referee grab Homicide's hand he raised it while Batista is upset. Batista's stare angry at Spike Dudley and Spike Dudley is laughing while he walk up the entrance ramp. The scene fades and ends with home celebrating his win.




A shot of the backstage area fades in, on the set is Renee Young and Will Ospreay, who is prepared for an interview, but in a different setting than usual. Sat across the table from Ospreay, Renee, who ceded to his demands for the appearance of the set, dives right in.

Renee Young

“Will, thank you for joining me for today. It’s a pleasure to finally get a one-on-one interview out of you.”

Ospreay nods, sitting in a laid back manner opposite Renee, he doesn’t speak but acknowledges her and the interview through attentive but calm body language.

Renee Young

“And… jumping right into it, it’s quite easy to say you’ve been on a bit of a tear as of late, putting down both the former Intercontinental Champion Tommaso Ciampa, UWF returnee Homicide, and most recently even a seemingly unstoppable Bron Steiner. What do you have to say for yourself and your success so far?”



“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“You see, Renee, when you’re the Commonwealth Kingpin, when you’ve put in the work that I have, gotten to the level I’ve gotten on nothing but merit alone, success sort of finds its way to you naturally… But that’s not to say that the people I’ve been fighting have even been comparable to myself in the first place, bruv, I was told to prove myself directly to management through a trial-by-fire and I’ve come out physically unscathed. I practically embarrassed Ciampa so hard that he felt it necessary to put his career on the line. I have, and I’m going to put Homicide back down the drain where he belongs, hell, I should do this company a favour and put him back into hiding, bruv.”

Even with a clear understanding of the operations of the wrestling industry, Ospreay steers away from saying he’s been completely unscathed by all of the events following his debut.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“I was perfectly content to leave Homicide back in my shadow, but since he feels so motivated to keep trying to raise a hand against myself and… the people I know, I’m not finished with him yet. I’ve told the world my exact goal - to put the roster of UWF in its place - time and time again. And I’ll be through with him when both he and Ciampa realise their actual position in this business. But yeah, EC3 did the correct thing, bruv. I’m perfectly content to forgo the formalities, contract signing and all, and just pin him straight in the ring when the time comes, because whilst Homicide might get blinded by the lights and flashing colours of Wrestlemania, ‘the biggest night of the year’ won’t change the canyon-wide gap in skill between you and I, mate.”

Renee Young

“And your opponent last week, Bron Steiner, do you have any words for him, considering the way your match turned out?”

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“I didn’t intend it to end the way it did, I feel like that’s clear by the fact that no one I personally have respect for, came to interrupt. It ended the way it did because of rivalries and aspects out of my control, and I hoped he’d understand that I’m not going to just stand and watch while MY match gets used by Buzzard or Steiner as a platform to further their issues between each other. And within this business, bruv, sometimes you have to be in the right place at the right time, and I did just exactly that. Do I think I was right to blindside Steiner? I’m not sure. I haven’t made it a secret that I respect the man and admire his strength and tenacity, but just as I said during our little talk together, I gave everything into that match, just like he did, and just like I expected him to, as well. But no matter what, people should realise that I’m not someone to turn your back on. Maybe he’s a more honourable man than I, but at the end of the day it’s stupid to think that he wouldn’t have taken advantage in a similar way had I been in his position instead. The man’s a compliment to his heritage, and that’s more of a reason to put everything I can into getting the victory.”

Renee Young

“Lastly, Will, do you have anything or anyone in particular you’ve been having struggles with as of late? Anyone you want to say anything t–?”

Will becomes visibly irritated at the question, cutting Renee off before she can finish.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“You’re trying to work Sami into this, aren’t you. What a pathetic excuse for backstage journalism. Before you ask any more questions, I’ve talked to him. And I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt. Two weeks ago… and before that… were just misjudgments, he’s… got my best interests at heart… He didn’t try to interfere in my match with Steiner, just like he said, and finally it seems we’re coming to an understanding of each other’s desires and needs.”

Ospreay is audibly trying to fool himself into believing what he’s saying.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“You know what, we’re getting off topic. You’ve taken up enough of my time.”

The Commonwealth Kingpin stands up and walks off set abruptly, Renee just sits there for a moment in awe without saying a word before shrugging, the screen fades to black and the show moves onward to the next segment.






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.



A lone synthetetic violin whispers through the air like a pterodactyl screech. Soon, a breakbeat ripples beneath. Strobe lights illuminate the entrance way. When the riff kicks in, it heralds the arrival of the Diabetic Dragon. Kyle O'Reilly storms out on to the ramp, fists and jaw clenched, looking like the quiet kid on a bad day while his step-sister Bayley follows close behind. He does some shadow boxing at the head of the ramp while Tony announces his stats.

Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... the Prime Time Medalist and Hollywood Champion, Kyle O'Reilly!

Our beloved Canuck's neck is adorned with the PTM and he's got the Tinsel Town strap slung over his shoulder. His pace is in lock-step with the groove en route to the squared circle. The fans in the arena born on the good side of 9/11 know the words and can't help but sing along when the chorus drops. Feeding off that energy, Kyle is spiritually compelled to shred his title belt like a guitar as he steps through the ropes to compete. He rocks the heck out with the UWF Universe before getting ready to friggin fight. Bayley, meanwhile, lurks and lingers on the fringe of the squared circle, ready to fight dirty if it comes to that.



DING DING DING

As soon as the bell sounds, there would be a moment’s hesitance on the part of Jeff Jarrett, the wily veteran circling the center for a few moments to try and gauge how Kyle is going to react…but said moment passes, as the Prime Time Medal holder opts to charge forward, delivering a series of palm strikes to the chest of the challenger! Going with the E. Honda strats, Jeff is backed into the corner, where he tries to duck between the middle and top rope, forcing the referee to break the two apart.

Tom Phillips: ”Looks like Kyle O’Reilly isn’t playing around here tonight, guys!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”Of course not, Tom. With only a few nights left until Wrestlemania, Kyle is clearly focused on his match with LA Knight.”

Corey Graves: ”Yeah, well he shouldn’t look past our future UWF Television Champion in Jeff Jarrett, Mauro!”

With Jarrett pulling himself out of the corner, Kyle would just charge back in, this time with a rising knee strike to the jaw that rocks Jeff badly, sending him staggering into the buckle once more, before rebounding into the grasp of Kyle, who hooks his arm around the neck of Jeff, seeming ready to hit that tornado DDT already…but all of his running does him no good when The Last Outlaw stomps on the foot of O’Reilly, who releases the grasp, only to be met with a blatant eye rake for good measure! Now blinded and hopping about on only one foot, Kyle can’t see it coming when Jarrett charges in with a huge lariat, dropping the medal holder and then dropping himself into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

O’Reilly swiftly kicks out after the count of two, but Jeff looks to keep the pressure up, stomping away at the downed KOR before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a southern ‘rasslin staple - the knee drop! Landing right across the forehead of O’Reilly, Jarrett pops to his feet and, in more typical southern ‘rasslin staples, goes right into the trademark Jackie Fargo strut!

Corey Graves: ”There you go, Jeff! Celebrate that knee drop right across the skull of the soon-to-be former Prime Time Medal holder!”

Mauro Ranallo: ”Jeff better be careful here with that showboating…”

With the strut finished, Jarrett goes back over to O’Reilly, who is just about to get to his feet…but not on Double J’s watch, as he grabs Kyle by the chin, forcing him to look up, only to slap him clean across the face! Laughing all the while, Jarrett turns to strut once more…but this only fires Kyle up, as he hooks his arms around Jeff’s waist and tosses him across the ring with a German Suplex! With the unexpected burst of offense hitting like a truck, Jarrett tries to roll himself to the outside of the ring, but Kyle is faster on his feet than he is on his back, so Jeff is rolled back to the center of the ring, with O’Reilly getting into a full mount and raining down more palm strikes to the head of J-E-Double F J-A-Double R-E-Double T!

As each strike lands flush, more and more of Jeff’s guard is broken, but as soon as his arms go down, the referee is forced to pull Kyle off of Jarrett, preventing any more damage to be done under the risk that O’Reilly gets disqualified. Still, it leaves Jarrett open as O’Reilly bounces off the ropes with more speed than Jeff had, and connects with his own vicious knee drop, moving into a cover right after!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Jarrett rolls the shoulder up right at the count of two, trying to keep himself in the fight for the medal, but O’Reilly isn’t too keen on letting his possession go either, as he starts going after the arm. Knee drop after knee drop to the shoulder. Yet, as soon as he tries for an armbar, Jeff is scrambling over to the ropes, managing to get his leg on the bottom rope before the hold can be applied.

Corey Graves: ”And again, excellent ring awareness from the veteran!”

Tom Phillips: ”Usually I hate agreeing with you, Corey…but I must admit, Jeff Jarrett certainly hasn’t lost his knowledge of the ring, at least.”

Corey Graves: ”Of course he hasn’t, Tom! All these years under his belt and he hasn’t lost a step!”

With the rope break enforced, Kyle gets to his feet without much time wasted, instead having to waste it waiting for Jeff Jarrett to get to his own vertical basis, but once he does? It is back to the assault for the champion…or at least, it would be, until Jarrett opts to go back to the eyes, this time going with a thumb to the eye instead of a rake, arguing with the referee after that since it was a different attack, he can’t be disqualified! While technically true but also false, it doesn’t stop Jarrett from sending Kyle off the rope, and slamming him down harshly with a massive powerslam! Jeff hooks the legs from here, certain of his victory!

ONE!

TWO!

...NO!

With a count of 2.5, Jarrett pounds the mat in frustration…but he knows one surefire method to success, as he picks Kyle up, looking to drop him to the mat with The Stroke…but the champion knows his way around a full nelson, as he gets an arm free, elbows Jarrett in the head once, twice, THRICE to break free, and then reverse the waistlock, grab Jarrett’s own arms in a full nelson, and brings him overhead with the Blue-Eyes Diabetic Dragon! O’Reilly keeps the bridge up, too, planting Jarrett in the center of the ring!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!



Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND STILL HOLDER OF THE PRIME TIME MEDAL, KYLE O’REILLY!”

As soon as the medal is handed off, O’Reilly is celebrating with it as per usual, all while Jarrett powders to the floor, giving the medal holder his due as Revolution rolls on.




The scene opens up on Spike making good on his word and training with Avengers: Endgame on a nearby television screen. Suddenly the movie cuts out and there is Batista on the screen.



”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You want some motivation? Well pay attention because I’m about to make good on my word to take things further.

Batista grabs the camera and is now the one filming as a house is seen.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You recognize this place, don’t you? Yeah, it’s home sweet home, right here in scenic Dudleyville. Let’s get a closer look, shall we?

The camera bounces a bit as Batista walks up to the doorstep and goes to open the door.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Locked. Good idea, Spikey, but that’s not going to stop me.

Batista kicks the door in and is now walking through the house.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Pretty nice place you’ve got here, small fry. I guess all those years getting your ass kicked paid off after all. Oh, what’s this?

Batista stops and on the wall is a framed replica of the International Championship with a picture of Spike holding it the night he won it.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: February 5th. Royal Rumble 2017. The night you beat Kevin Steen for the International Championship. What a nice way to commemorate such an achievement.

Batista punches the frame, shattering it and knocking it off the wall.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Oops, hand slipped. Let’s continue our tour.

Batista resumes walking through the house as he’s then approached by a dog.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Well well, who do we have here? Hey boy, you want a treat?

Batista kicks the dog in the head hard as it whimpers and he resumes his tour, approaching an open door and entering.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Looks like Big Dave found the bedroom!

Batista goes over to a dresser and opens the top drawer.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Jackpot! Stacy’s underwear!

As Batista raids the panty drawer, things pan out a bit to show Spike angrily watching the television screen. Suddenly Stacy’s voice is heard offscreen in the room as Spike now looks scared.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Looks like I’m not home alone, after all! Excuse me, Spike, this is about to get very adult.

The screen goes black as Spike is beside himself shaking the television violently as Revolution continues elsewhere.




Hulk Hogan is standing by lookin' impressive next to Mean Gene who is standing by:

"Mean" Gene Oakerland: "Hogan last week it was announced you're officially in the fatal five way at Mania for the Television Championship"

Hulk Hogan"Well Mean Gene let me tell you something brothe-"

Hogan begins to riff but a man built like a shit brickhouse walks infront of the camera seemingly not paying attention to his surroundings...



Hulk Hogan: "OH YEAH, BROTHER! The Hulkster is here, and I am fired up! But what's this? Silas Mason, you just stepped into the danger zone, my friend! You see, when you interrupt the Hulkster, you interrupt the power of Hulkamania, and that's not a smart move, brother!"

Silas almost as if realising he is on camera "turns on" his movements erratic and unpredictable as he looks eye to eye with Hogan..."

Silas Mason: "THRILL BILLY SILAS MASON DIDN' SEE YOU THERE HULKSTER. SO LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING AFTER I AM DONE GETTIN' PAID ERE', DADDY, YOU AND I CAN GO ONE ON ONE IN THE RING, YOUR 24 INCH PYTHONS COULDN' DO ANYTHIN' TO ME CUZ' I AM THE THRILLBILLY AND I'M 6'6 AND MADE OUT BRICKS SO WATCHA GUN' DO ABOUT THAT, HULKSTER..."

Hulk Hogan: "YOU MAY BE 6'6 AND MADE OUT OF BRICKS, BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER, YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE HULKSTER. HOWEVER, IF YOU WANT TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE HULKSTER, I'LL BE HAPPY TO OBLIGE. AND LET ME TELL YOU, BROTHER, WHEN HULKAMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU'LL BE IN A WORLD OF PAIN!"

"SO LISTEN UP, DEMON, NIGHTMARE, LATINO HEAT, AND THAT SNAKE DOUBLE J - YOU MAY THINK YOU'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO TAKE DOWN THE HULKSTER, BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, BROTHER - YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE! WHEN I WIN AT WRESTLEMANIA AND CLAIM THAT UWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP, THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW THAT THE HULKSTER IS STILL THE GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALL TIME, BROTHER!"

Silas Mason: LUCKY F-OUR YOU NEXT WEEK ON REBELLION I ALREADY HAVE A MATCH AN' I GOT THE TEXT TO PROVE IT. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, AN YOU HAVE A TITLE OPPORTUNITY AT THE GRANDES' STAGE OF EM' ALL WRESTLEMANIA, SO HULKSTER WHEN YOU WIN THAT SMALL OL' MATCH HOW ABOUT THE THRILLBILLY AN' THE HULKSTER GO ONE ON ONE, AND THAN SOME FOR THAT TELEVISION TITLE WHEN YOU WIN, DADDY...

Silas pushes his phone towards the hulkster revealing a text from Leyton Buzzard revealing...




A sound of a new notification is heard from Silas' phone as he looks down real quick...

Silas Mason: "WELL HULKSTER BUZZ-MAN SAVED YOU, HE WANTS TO TALK ASAP, SO BROTHER I WILL SEE YOU WHEN YOU WIN THAT TELEVISION TITLE"

Silas Mason walks off screen as Mean Gene looks at the watch on his wrist...

"Mean" Gene Oakerland: "That's all folks..."

Revolution moves on...




Suddenly the lights start to darken and flicker...



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

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



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



As the camera focuses on Buzzard, we see him walking down the aisle towards the ring with a sense of purpose. He keeps his head down and appears to be in a state of complete focus on the task at hand. With the truly not enjoying Buzzard's appearance the crowd unleashing hell upon Buzzard booing his mere existence into oblivion, Buzzard closes his eyes as tightly as possible, trying to block out the negative energy.

Despite his efforts, the noise of the crowd is still audible as he slowly makes his way to the center of the ring. With a deep breath - Chimel: "On his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom, HE IS A NEW CLASS OF WRESTLER...." Buzzard moves his hands to the back of his head, covering his ears to try and avoid the raucous atmosphere of the arena.

"Leyton Buzzard."

With a quick roll, Buzzard slides under the ropes and climbs into the ring, quickly placing his body between the top and middle ropes as he waves his hands at the crowd in an attempt to silence them. However, as he realizes that his efforts are futile, Buzzard takes a moment to gather his thoughts.



The camera focuses in on Buzzard as he throws himself into the corner of the ring, kneeling and sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. With a look of determination, he awaits his destiny, mentally preparing himself for what is to come. The crowd continues to boo and jeer, but Buzzard remains focused on the task at hand.




DING DING DING


Both men seem to be sizing each other up. With Wrestlemania being just one week away, neither man can afford any sort of slip up. With Buzzard keeping his distance however, Danhausen opts to slowly lift his fingers up at him, going for a curse right out the gate! Buzzard quickly rushes him and sweeps right behind him, grabbing him at the waist and shoving him to the ropes. Danhausen bounces off them and runs right into a Shotgun Dropkick that knocks him back into the ropes. The former Intercontinental Champion rolls to the outside but that's right where Buzzard wants him. He ascends top the top rope and comes flying off with a Moonsault to the outside, taking out Danhausen!


Mauro Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard is really taking it to the former champion here guys.

Corey Graves: I've never been the biggest fan of this guy but if he beats both Shark Boy and Danhausen, I can see myself becoming a fan


Buzzard goes to pick up Danhausen but there's a few fans in the front row with their face painted like Danhausen. They throw their fingers up to curse Buzzard and are shouting all sorts of things at him. Buzzard drops Danhausen and puts his hands over his ears, telling the fans to shut their mouths or else. They still taunt him and it allows Danhausen to come from behind and throw him right into the crowd! Leyton freaks out. The last thing he wants to do is be in the crowd with those...things. He squirms back over the barricade, not wanting a repeats of the Rumble to happen to him but Danhausen is waiting and gives him a Big Boot to the face. He then throws the boy in the ring and goes for the pin.



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A quick kickout from Buzzard! Danhausen brings him back up and lifts him onto his shoulders. Buzzard knows he's in trouble so he kicks his feet and manages to fall behind him. He shoves Danhausen into the ropes but this time the face painted freak holds onto the ropes while Buzzard jumps up for another Shotgun Dropkick, only to land right on his back from a lack of impact. Danhausen jumps over him, grabbing his legs and folding him into jackknife pin!



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Buzzard kicks out! He quickly gets to his feet and charges at Danhausen but the former IC Champion uses his own momentum against him and tosses him over the ropes. Leyton lands on the apron unbeknownst to Danhausen who walks to the center of the ring. He turns around and Buzzard comes at him with a Springboard Lariat! Buzzard pops back up and looks over to see the jar of teeth. He gets an idea and smirks. He walks over and grabs it, walking back over to Danhausen who is on his stomach trying to get up. Buzzard pours the teeth all over Danhausen while laughing. Not Very Nice. Danhausen tries to scoop up the teeth but Buzzard stomps down on his hand.


Mauro Ranallo: This is just low.

Corey Graves: Low? Low is bringing in a jar of teeth and shoving it down your opponents throats!

Tom Phillips: I like to call it innovative offense.

Corey Graves: It's cheating! He says it himself, he's very evil.

Tom Phillips: But also very nice!

Corey Graves: And you're very stupid.


Buzzard brings Danhausen back up but the former Champion still has a fistful of teeth and throws them at Buzzard's face. Leyton is temporarily blinded and so Danhausen runs to the ropes to build up steam. Buzzard however follows him and the Bristol Born Bastard manages to Clothesline him over the ropes. Danhausen hangs on while Buzzard celebrates by taunting the crowd. Danhausen pulls himself up and waits as Buzzard turns around. Leyton charges him but Danhausen goes low with a Shoulder to the ribs between the ropes. Leyton is now hunched over and Danhausen Sunset Flips over, grabbing him at the waist and twists to land on his feet and throw him back into a German Suplex! He keeps him in the bridge for the pin!



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Buzzard kicks out! Danhausen brings him back up and hooks both arms, looking to end things with the Goodnighthausen. Buzzard runs forward and manages to back Danhausen into the corner. He throws a few Shoulder Thrusts and then breaks away. He runs right back at him but Danhausen goes low and flips Buzzard up to where he lands on his shoulders. Danhausen quickly comes away from the ropes and nails the Very Nice, Very Kneevil! Buzzard looks out but Danhausen scoops up some of the teeth lying around the ring and begins to pour them into Buzzard's mouth. Leyton however refuses to open his mouth and clenches his teeth. Danhausen tries to force it in anyways and it works but Buzzard just bites down on his hands.


Tom Phillips: No! Those are Danhausen's cursing fingers!

Corey Graves: How's he gonna curse people now Phillips!

Tom Phillips: I offer my hands as tributehausen!


Danhausen turns away shaking his hands but Leyton rushes past him and bounces off the ropes with Sky Buzzard! Danhausen rolls over onto all fours but Buzzard comes up behind him and hooks him in the pumphandle position to deliver the Buzzard Driver! He makes the pin!



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Danhausen kicks out! Buzzard looks shocked and holds up three fingers at the ref who tells him no. The Bristol Born Bastard gets up and gets in the ref's face telling him that was a slow count. Danhausen is beginning to stir and sneaks up behind him with a roll up! Before the ref can even come over to make the count, Buzzard kicks out and shoves Danhausen forward where he almost collides with the referee! He's able to stop himself just in time but turns around only to see Leyton bounce off the middle rope and p;ant him with the Air Leyton! He goes for the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Leyton Buzzard!



Buzzard gets his hand raised and celebrates over the fallen Danhausen. Another big win for Leyton Buzzard who appears to be getting more and more comfortable with himself. The fans are all over him though and Buzzard puts his fingers in his ears and heads to the back, not wanting to hear another word from the crowd as the show moves on.




We cut to the backstage area where Sami Zayn is walking around. There's no El Genercio with him after the vicious attack by Tommaso Ciampa last week but there's also no La Luchadora at his side either. He's walking around in a hurry though when he catches up to Kayla Braxton.



Sami Zayn: Kayla there you are! You're like an investigative reporter right? You hang out with those other doofuses?

Kayla Braxton: I think you're thinking of Scoops.

Sami Zayn: Same difference. Look, I'm looking for Luchadora. She said she'd meet me here tonight but the show's been going on for a bit now and I haven't heard from her.

Kayla Braxton: Uhh no I haven't seen her.

Sami Zayn: Are you sure?

Kayla Braxton: She's a woman covered in blue spandex from head to toe, I don't think I'd miss her.

Sami brushes her off and continues to walk around. The cameras follow him around and he's asking random people backstage if they've seen her, all of them saying no. He continues his search but he comes upon a commotion. There's loud groans on pain and referees surrounding someone. Zayn rushes over to see none other than Becky Lynch writhing on the ground with her arm wrapped in a chair.



Sami Zayn: Luch-err Becky what are you doing here!? You must have come here to help back me up after what happened top Generico right? Good god the lengths that crazy bastard won't go to. Don't worry Bex, I'll avenge you. My plan was to just get this over and done with but after tonight, I'm going to avenge both you and Generico. That psychotic bald bastard doesn't know what he just unleashed.

Zayn walks off while the officials tend to Becky Lynch and the show rolls on.




THE FOLLOWING IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE C.U.N.T.






The crowd immediately jump to their feet and roar in jubilation as Paul Burchill swings down from the platform at the side of the stage and Shark Boy marches out from behind the curtain with the UWF Title in hand. Both men bump fists before they turn to face the curtain until - to absolutely everyone's delight - out comes Grado!. Grado looks to still be sporting some injuries but is still his usual jovial self as he plays some air guitar along with Ted Nugent's classic 'Stranglehold'. All three men, for the first time as a unit in almost a decade, then head down the ramp with the crowd reaching out to touch the ragtag group of lovable misfits. Burchill, Shark Boy and Grado each enter the ring, Shark Boy heads up on one corner to raise his fists along with the UWF title high in air, on the other Burchill swings his sword overhead and on another corner Grado throws his signature bumbag high for the world to see. The three men then centre in the middle the ring with Shark Boy first to grab the microphone. Shark Boy takes a little time to let the crowd die down before he raises the microphone to his mouth but the loud chants of 'CUNT, CUNT, CUNT!' stop him in his tracks. Shark Boy regroups and raises the microphone to his mouth.



Shark Boy: Well cod damn it's good to be back together boys!

The crowd continue to chant for their heroes as Shark Boy continues.

See almost ten damn years ago - me and the boys - we ran roughshod over the Smackdown roster. We had big matches, we won titles but most of all we had a lot of fun and these two men right here standing in this ring from those days onwards have always been my brothers, my port of call, my lights in the dark and without I don't know if I'm gettin' emotional in my old age or if it's just 'cos its Wrestlemania season and I'm layin' off the carbs - but damn I love you guys and seeing the three of us out here together once again?, well it makes this old shark's heart a lil' less cold today... but enough of ol' Shark Boy out here flappin' his gums about the past and how much he loves his friends because we have a damn kidnapping to get to the bottom of and although I've been a great detective - a regular Miss Marple - I never did find out who beat up my brother, Grado and where he was so - why not ask the man himself. He came out here last week and he whipped some bass, he laid out The Butcher, he laid out Lance Cade and I'll be damned if this ain't a man ready to do it all over again... so Grado... tell us all what really happened...

Shark Boy hands over the microphone to Grado who is quite clearly emotional as the crowd begin to chant his name now.



Grado: Guys I have to be honest, I feel like a burst baw out here... but I have to say... Paul I've fuckin' missed you man, Sharky, my brother... all you Gradomaniacs out there... IT'S YERSEL!

As Grado yells he holds at his ribs and winces in pain. 

Look, I know I'm more known for havin' a laugh and a carry on. I'm the comic relief, the funny guy but I'll tell ye all what these past few weeks have been no laughing matter. I've been in cages... I've been left in the dark. I've had bible verses screamed in my ear, I've been beaten up and worst of all I've no ate in DAYS. And the conditions?, damp, dreich as they say in Scotland. Miserable. Imagine if you like they built Guantanamo Bay on the set of Deliverance. But I wasn't squeelin' like a lil' pig - naw, I was getting my arse kicked night and day, day and night... they tried to break me but just like Elton fuckin' John, I'm still standing. Even after everything. All the beatings, all the berating. I never backed down a bit because I knew at the end of the day that there would be justice and if I never dealt it myself, I knew Sharky would. So that leads me to the question on everybody's lips... who did it. Who kidnapped Grado. Well I'll tell ye right now who it was...

Suddenly Grado is interrupted. 



Before Grado can continue with his own reveal, the sounds of “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” begin to play throughout the arena, and while the fans may be booing, there’s no stopping one Mister Trevor Lee from coming out onto the stage. In his hands, he carries with him a manilla folder, one quite similar to the same one he carried last week, but his other hand remains free.

Ignoring the crowd for once in his life, Trevor rushes down to the ring, and without any further adieu…he hands the folder off to Shark Boy directly, before taking a microphone.

Trevor Lee: ”Alright, alright, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for runnin’ late on this, an’ that I couldn’t catch ya’ las’ week ‘fore ya’ match wit’ Butcher an’ Lance, but! But, but but but but but, but…I went ahead, an’ I kep’ my promise to y’all folk in the C.U.N.T., I wen' an' gone ahead an' interviewed each an' every one o' them, an' right 'ere is the proof! It is the proof that they are INNOCENT!"

Feeling elated at such proof being handed off, Lee waits patiently for Shark Boy's confirmation of the innocent. Shark Boy opens up the dossier and seems to mull it over, this is where Paul Burchill takes over and almost like a caricature holds it up and turns it sideways and upside down

Captain Paul Burchill: I’m not buying it.

Burchill throws the folder on the ground as Lee looks on grimacing.

I never trust a politician and Trevor Lee, my dear friend, I don’t trust you one bit…

Grado steps back in and takes to the microphone.

Grado: It’s funny Trevor, it’s really funny how you’ve came out here with yer wee folder telling everyone the folk in Harlan are all innocent. It’s funny because you want to know who it was that attacked me from behind, battered seven shades of shite out of me and tried to break me?. I’ll gie ye a wee clue because he took me to that shitehole of a town you call home. That’s right… I’ve seen Harlan, I’ve seen all it has to offer and you want to know who gave me the tour?... I’ll gie ye a clue, he’s your right hand man…

Trevor shakes his head, he doesn’t want to hear the words coming out of Grado’s mouth.

It was that big bastard The Butcher!, he knocked me over the head and dragged me to hell and that’s where I met your biggest fan Lance Cade, he was quoting fuckin’ Genesis in between the beatings and what I learned Trevor, what I learned is that Harlan is nothing more than a backwater filled with psychopaths that will do anything… for you. But I tell ye what, they tried to break Grado… many a man has tried to break Grado and just like everybody else, they failed and so I have to ask ye Trev… are ye disappointed yer boys couldn’t get the job done on Grado because the way it’s looking right now, you’re standing in the ring with three guys looking for a little bit of revenge right about now because I know… I KNOW… that big daft bastard Butcher isn’t capable of acting on his own accord… so cough it up Lee, admit it, you wanted me out the picture, you put Butcher and Lance up to it didn’t ye?!

Grado steps up to Lee full of fire in his belly as Shark Boy and Burchill flank him to either side with a seemingly shellshocked Lee gazing off into…nothing, almost.

The way Lee is staring off, it is past Grado, even if their eyes are meeting. His vision seems to be blurred, his hands shaking, quaking from the revelation brought before him, as well as the rest of the UWF universe: "The Butcher" Andy Williams was the culprit all along…and now the blame lay squarely at the feet of one Mister Trevor Lee…

Trying to raise the microphone, Lee cannot even find the strength to keep it up to his lips to utter a single word, his arms too weakened from shock to be able to hold a position, and soon? His legs feel the same way, as Lee drops down to his knees before the three of them, able to stand no longer. Looking up at Grado first, the mayor's eyes no longer are capable of meeting the Scot's own, so he tries turning to face the others. Burchill, Shark Boy…he cannot meet their gazes either. All of this information being dumped upon him - the kidnapping, the torture, bombshell after bombshell being dropped onto him…it all proves too much for the winner of the Royal Rumble match.

Because, right before the eyes of not just his Wrestlemania opponent, but in front of Shark Boy's friends as well…the mayor of Harlan is crying over what has been told to him.

An uncomfortable silence fills the air of the ring as tears roll down his face…but soon, those tears dry up, as the mayor begins fighting back against their own lack of emotional control…and he finds the strength to raise the microphone for perhaps one final time.

Trevor Lee: ".....Grado….."

"...I'm sorry, Grado…"

Lee doesn't even look up towards the man who Andy had put through hell, instead keeping his head low.

Trevor Lee: "I…I'm sorry…I…"

A small sniffle comes through on the microphone, as finally, FINALLY Lee looks up at the Scot…and the face that is on display showcases a silent, bubbling resentment, all for Grado to see.

Trevor Lee: "I'm sorry that…that I could not control that…that…"

His hands shaking, Lee looks down one final time…

Trevor Lee: "THAT HEATHENOUS, TRAITOROUS, BACKSTABBIN' SON OF A BITCH!!!"

Forcing himself back up to his feet, Trevor Lee looks Grado dead in the eye, then does the same to Paul Burchill, and finally to Shark Boy himself.

[Trevor Lee: "I DON'T CARE IF YA' BELIEVE ME, IF YA' DON'T BELIEVE ME, QUITE FRANKLY I DON'T EVEN CARE 'BOUT MY OWN GOSH DARN TITLE MATCH AT WRESTLEMANIA! ANDY WILLIAMS…HE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE MY BEST FRIEN' IN THE WHOLE WORL'...AN' THIS IS WHAT HE DOES?! HE LEAVES ME ON RADIO SILENCE, DON'T TELL ME A GOSH DARN THIN' THAT HE DOES, AN' HE PUTS YA' THROUGH HELL?! NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH! I MAY BE SEEN BY SOME AS WRON', I MAY BE SEEN BY SOME AS A BIG BAD WOLF O' SOME KIN', BUT THIS?! THIS IS TOO FAR! FOR HIM TO WORK ALON'SIDE LANCE CADE OVER MYSELF, EVEN, IS TOO FAR, AN' I AIN'T STANDIN' FOR IT! SO ANDY…ANDY…YOU GET LANCE CADE WIT' YA', AN' EVEN IF I GOTTA' GO IT ALONE, I WILL RISK MY OWN LIFE TO ENSURE THE TWO O' YA' SUFFER FOR YA' SINS!"

PANTING from the rant he just unloaded, Lee turns with a slightly crazed expression around him, almost inviting the three of them to attack him now…

Shark Boy: WHAT?!... you think I believe cod damn word that came out of that mealy lil’ mouth of yours?, WHAT?, you sorry son of a fish standin’ there bubblin’ away like a damn baby knowin’ full well it was you that was behind it all. Trying to get in ol’ Shark Boy’s head before the big one. Well let me tell you this, ya sorry lookin’ bastard, I don’t give a damn how much you cry, I don’t give a crabs bass how much you plead because the way I see it is Andy Williams, big Butcher Boy - he’s owed a bass whoopin’... Lance Cade, the maniac preacher - he’s owed a bass whoopin’ too and you?... well you Trevor Lee, the ringleader of this merry lil’ circus you’ve got goin’ on down in that dump ya call home - well you might be in line for the biggest bass whoopin’ Tat Wrestlemania but me and the boys are fixin’ to give ya a little preview right now.

Shark Boy takes a step forward towards Lee…



But his approach is cut off, as the rather iconic opening riff of Primus' "My Name Is Mud" begins playing throughout the arena. It would take little time at all for "The Butcher" Andy Williams to barge through the curtain, clearly looking like he's about to handle business as usual. However, he isn't coming alone to the fight ahead of him...

"WWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"



As out alongside him would be none other than the same man who assisted in torturing Grado, Lance Cade…and neither one of them look all too happy at what has taken place. WIth the two men approaching the ring at a brisk pace, the three members of the C.U.N.T. would have their attentions turned towards the incoming assault…but where one would suspect Trevor Lee to launch his own sneak attack, instead the mayor opts to charge headlong into the fray, jumping out of the ring to bring the fight to The Butcher and Cade!

Clearly outnumbered, Trevor wouldn’t care in the slightest as he gets a few shots in on Andy, but the big man clearly isn’t affected by them as much as the mayor would hope, so when he delivers a punishing knee strike to the midsection, Trevor goes down hard. Dropping to his knees once more, he would try to scrape himself up using Andy’s kneepads, only to be placed right into a powerbomb position…but before he can be lifted, the C.U.N.T. finally hop into the fray!

With Grado and Shark Boy both going for Andy while Lance is dealing with Burchill, the numbers game is shown to have turned, yet still not quite enough. The Butcher delivers a few powerful strikes to Shark Boy, sending the champ staggering backwards, only for Andy to get his hands on Grado once more. Staring down at him, a huff comes from The Butcher as he rears back, aiming to perhaps add onto whatever injuries Grado sustained at his hands with a vicious headbutt…but the blow never quite connects, as Trevor Lee goes low! Not with a low blow, but a chop block, right to the back of Andy’s knee, causing him to buckle HARD!

With Butcher stumbling, it gives time for Grado to get out of the way, and Shark Boy to line up The Butcher in his sights…before dropping him with a Chummer! As Andy stays down, Lance is once more left by his lonesome, and this time around, he isn’t exactly wanting to stick around, hightailing it away from Burchill…only to be met with a Cave-In to the chest, courtesy of one Mister Trevor Lee!

With the assailants disposed of, and Lee now huffing for breath once more, he turns to Grado, Burchill and Shark Boy especially…and without any more words needing to be said, an offer is made: a handshake, from one Wrestlemania combatant to another.

Looking around at the results of the brawl, with his friends still in tact and Trevor trying to show some signal of allegiance, that perhaps his words were truthful after all…the UWF Champ looks to Grado, then Paul, before simply brushing past Lee, not letting Trevor potentially get one up on him. As the champ walks off with his friends, Lee’s hand is left hanging for a few moments…yet still, the message seems to be accepted loud and clear, as Lee’s nodding expression is the last thing seen of the carnage around ringside…


END OF SHOW


Credits

Batista vs Homicide - Evolution J
Knight vs MJF - Jye
Jarrett vs O'Reilly - Leedles
Buzzard vs Danhausen - Danny
6 Man Tag - Fauche

[mrleedles]

Jesus...having to rush the KOR/Jarrett match kinda sucked tbh but was super busy all week? Credit to Jye for at least DMing me he was stealing my Twitter post promo concept though /j /lh

[Jye]

Review the Show and Yo Get reviewed:

Main Event: Lee And C.U.N .T The promo between C.U.N.T and Lee was good, I liked the obvious reveal of Butcher being the one to kidnap Grado but I was waiting for Lee to turn on Sharkboy and crew throughout the segment and when it didnt happen I was thinkin' whats possibly next maybe Lee decides to join Butcher/Cade after Sharkboy and co rejected his handshake.

Will Ospreay: I love the fact that Trent is defining a moral code for a heel, Its refreshing, There is lines he isn't willing to cross but it's a great way to add character and I loved this weeks promo with the off hand mention of Buzzard but it's great stuff and I always look forward to reading Will Ospreays stuff.

To Cwalker: Again reiterating what I said on my comments for writing your match, It sucks to have to no show but life comes first, I cant wait for rebellion, YEAH.

Matches:

Team Cody Vs The Mafia: Fauche wrote a great opener, I enjoyed the whole match, Fauche always adds fun tidbits into his matches which are great to read, I enjoyed Hogan getting the win for his team, Sucks for Balor to lose but thats what happens with side characters, The commentary with Fauche is something else as well, He knows his UWF lore like the back of his hand and its always sprinkled throughout his matches, good shit...

MJF Vs Knight: Sucked to see a potential TOTM get ruined by real life problems but as I always say its better to take care of yourself the fed should never come above physical/mental health. I tried to write a squash match which protected Knight but also made MJF look good, It was a hard line to draw especially since I wanted to try out a newer style of writing matches...

Jarrett Vs O'Reilly: Leedles does love writing classic southern wrasslin' it was a good match, I particularly enjoyed some of the descriptive words used to describe the action..

Batista Vs Homicide: The match was short but life gets in the way sometimes, Homicide picking up the win was good.

Main Event Buzzard?: Thanks to MJF vs Knight Fiasco, Buzzard become the main event of the evening, I thought the match was great, I loved everything about it, From Buzzard targeting Danhausens fingers to Buzzard actually winning clean? I did not expect that honestly, The match was great all round great commentary to great inring action, I love what Danny pulled up this week. Thanks for the awesome match Danny...

[TrentSevenn]

Really enjoyed both Jye & Crann's and Leedles' and Sam's segments as per usual. It seriously feels like everything that comes out of them is gold.

I share the same sentiment as Jye in that it's sad that we didn't get a fully fledged MJF vs. Knight thread, but real life and personal health should always take priority. Hopefully we'll get something soon in the future.

As always, thank you to all the people who put up matches, or was able to get a promo in, especially going into Wrestlemania.

[Cwalker]

I appreciate the kind words and I also appreciate Jye not squashing me. Xander and I will run into each other again. I also need to apologize for letting you guys down, but don’t old. Because the simplest things will have you on your ass for 5 straight days

But I plan on writing 3-4 segments for Rebellion next week and probably a couple promos for Mania to say that I’m still here

[Evolution J]

Mar 24, 2023 6:57:58 GMT -6 Jye said:

Review the Show and Yo Get reviewed:

Main Event: Lee And C.U.N .T The promo between C.U.N.T and Lee was good, I liked the obvious reveal of Butcher being the one to kidnap Grado but I was waiting for Lee to turn on Sharkboy and crew throughout the segment and when it didnt happen I was thinkin' whats possibly next maybe Lee decides to join Butcher/Cade after Sharkboy and co rejected his handshake.

Will Ospreay: I love the fact that Trent is defining a moral code for a heel, Its refreshing, There is lines he isn't willing to cross but it's a great way to add character and I loved this weeks promo with the off hand mention of Buzzard but it's great stuff and I always look forward to reading Will Ospreays stuff.

To Cwalker: Again reiterating what I said on my comments for writing your match, It sucks to have to no show but life comes first, I cant wait for rebellion, YEAH.

Matches:

Team Cody Vs The Mafia: Fauche wrote a great opener, I enjoyed the whole match, Fauche always adds fun tidbits into his matches which are great to read, I enjoyed Hogan getting the win for his team, Sucks for Balor to lose but thats what happens with side characters, The commentary with Fauche is something else as well, He knows his UWF lore like the back of his hand and its always sprinkled throughout his matches, good shit...

MJF Vs Knight: Sucked to see a potential TOTM get ruined by real life problems but as I always say its better to take care of yourself the fed should never come above physical/mental health. I tried to write a squash match which protected Knight but also made MJF look good, It was a hard line to draw especially since I wanted to try out a newer style of writing matches...

Jarrett Vs O'Reilly: Leedles does love writing classic southern wrasslin' it was a good match, I particularly enjoyed some of the descriptive words used to describe the action..

Batista Vs Homicide: The match was short but life gets in the way sometimes, Homicide picking up the win was good.

Main Event Buzzard?: Thanks to MJF vs Knight Fiasco, Buzzard become the main event of the evening, I thought the match was great, I loved everything about it, From Buzzard targeting Danhausens fingers to Buzzard actually winning clean? I did not expect that honestly, The match was great all round great commentary to great inring action, I love what Danny pulled up this week. Thanks for the awesome match Danny...

Can't complain about anything about the show. It was amazing except for the match I wrote. I was planning to to write a long and full match until Danny told me to get some rest. Otherwise, I would try to write a better one. Congrats to everyone to write and got their stuff in. See y'all soon.

[Dres]

Really good show for sure. Closing segment was great stuff and the new match graphics made for a nice aesthetic. The Road to Wrestlemania has been so good I’ll be a bit sad when it’s over.