Post by Danny on Apr 1, 2023 2:21:04 GMT -6
As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to another edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!
Tom Phillips: It's the final show before Wrestlemania and everyone is vying to gain some last minute momentum heading into their big matches.
Corey Graves: You never know who's going to show up but the more exciting thing is seeing who steps up and shows EC3 just how bad they want to be the top guy in this business.
Mauro Ranallo: Rebellion has always been about forging your own path and the people you see here tonight will no doubt be mainstays on Revolution for months to come! Now let's head down to the ring to get the first match of the night started!
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, tonight, he isn't coming alone to the fight ahead of him...
"WWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"
Without any time to waste, Primus is cut off by the stinger cry of "Gone Guru" by Lifeseeker; Joining Andy tonight is the resident psychopath of Harlan and the UWF as a whole, the self-proclaimed "Prophet", Lance Cade. Said psychopath looks to be all too excited to be teaming with his bestest friend in the world, judging by how he races around the stoic Butcher, outright SKIPPING around his tag partner, before Andy decides enough is enough and begins marching down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at a total combined weight of 535 lbs, the team of 'The Butcher' Andy Williams and 'The Prophet' Lance Cade!"
With their names called, Andy would continue his hell march towards the next objective in his one-track mind, all while Lance's own mind seemingly wanders all throughout the arena, sending Lance following. Eventually, Butcher is called to action by Lance nearly jumping the guardrail to beat down on a fan who had gotten a bit too lenient with badmouthing the heavenly town of Harlan, causing Andy to forcefully drag Lance back to the edge of the ramp.
Having his fun ruined, Lance would turn towards Andy and give a few harsh slaps across the chest, looking to be more than a bit upset with him for not allowing him to beat down on a paying fan...but then he realizes: THERE'S FUN TO BE HAD IN THE RING~! Beelining inside, Cade charges towards the center where he takes off his cowboy hat and raises it to the sky, standing still for just long enough so that Andy can roll into the ring and duck walk around him. Standing beside his partner, Andy pulls the monocle off his face, and as Lance tosses his cowboy hat to the side, the two move to their corner, waiting for the festivities to begin~.
GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!
The speed metal riffage of WOLF's 'Shark Attack' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to go wild. Shark Boy marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off at anyone and everyone, he has the UWF Championship belt firmly in his grasp as he does so. Shark Boy wastes no time storming down to ringside his eyes fixed on the task in hand his head bobbing side to side as he jaw jacks on his way to ringside as waves of fans reach out to their favourite masked man.
Tony Chimmel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... he is the UWF Champion....SHARK BOY!
Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air, the belt also flung high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Of course, with The Butcher and Lance Cade eyeing him the entire time, there’s no chance he is going to all four corners tonight - especially with the way his arm remains bandaged up, clearly still feeling the effects of prior beatdowns. Regardless, the UWF Champion is here to fight, as he stares down with the two men behind the kidnapping of his best friend, Grado…
After a few moments, it seems things are settling down, with Shark Boy staring down with both The Butcher and Lance Cade, keeping his eyes trained on his opponents. But after a few seconds of no music playing, it seems the champion is getting a tad frustrated, looking back towards the ramp intermittently with his glares at the opposition. Even The Butcher and Lance seem confused, but more than willing to take this potential abandonment on the part of Shark Boy’s Wrestlemania challenger.
Tom Phillips: ”Look at this - Shark Boy’s come out, waiting for the bell to be rung, and there’s no sign of his tag team partner!”
Corey Graves: ”Give him some time, Phillips. There might be some confusion and delay in the back, things happen.”
Tom Phillips: ”Okay, sure, but now? Right when Trevor Lee is supposed to face off with his best friend and the self-proclaimed ‘Prophet of Harlan’? This seems too convenient…”
Mauro Ranallo: ”Either way, folks, it seems that our current UWF World Champion is eager to get things going, as the referee is about to-”
JUST before the referee can signal for the bell to sound, the dulcet tones of “Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked” begins to sound off throughout the arena, and with few seconds to spare, out comes one Mister Trevor Lee. Notably, the mayor of Harlan looks to be all-business, foregoing his usual entrance vest and hat, even being seen without his trademark politician’s smile; it’s clear he is out here with a purpose, and that purpose is to provide some payback towards his best friend and Lance Cade for what they did.
Corey Graves: ”See, Tom? You were just being paranoid! Nothing to worry about with Mister Trevor Lee! Did you really think a man with such integrity would be so dishonorable as to leave his partner at the altar, so to speak?”
Tom Phillips: ”I…y’know what? Fair play, I was wrong there. Trevor Lee isn’t as much of a coward as I thought he was, clearly. Still, I’m not too trusting of what’s to happen here…”
Corey Graves: ”Listen, Tom, the only thing I don’t trust in this equation is that the referee can keep things under control. These are four very volatile athletes who are ready to explode at a moment’s notice.”
Mauro Ranallo: ”For once, I actually agree with Corey here, Tom. For the past week, these four men have been looking to get their hands on one another for quite some time now, and we’re about to see the powder keg burst here on Rebellion!”
With Trevor Lee now in the ring, he and Shark Boy would share a glance, seemingly to try and discuss who starts off, but it would be Mister Trevor Lee who backs down, giving the floor to Shark Boy as he steps out through the middle rope. The UWF Champion would look at Lee for a moment, trying to gauge him…but seemingly finding no ill intentions for once, Shark Boy trusts Trevor MOMENTARILY, turning back to the opposite side of the ring. Over in the Harlan-exclusive corner, Lance forcefully shoves The Butcher out of the ring, seeming all too keen on kicking things off with the World Champion. With the referee in position, both teams are ready…
DING DING DING!
At the sound of the bell, there is no fancy lockup, no traditional mat wrestling, all there is is a meeting of the minds right in the center of the ring, as Shark Boy and Lance Cade begin by trading shots back and forth - Shark Boy forced to fight with their one good arm, while Lance is able to mix things up. Showcasing the power of TWO HANDS, Lance manages to discombobulate Shark Boy with a bell clap, ringing his ears from within the mask, before immediately taking hold of the wounded arm in an attempt to deal yet more damage to the obvious weak spot. However, with such an obvious weak spot, it gives Shark Boy more than enough time to prepare, as he decks Cade across the face with a forearm strike from his forcefully-dominant arm, sending Lance staggering back. Breaking their grip with the strike, Shark Boy continues on with another big strike, this time a straight punch to the jaw, then a second, and a third! Before Lance knows it, he’s backed up into the corner, and Shark Boy is there, delivering massive knee lifts to the midsection, and even getting in some jaw jacking with the self-appointed prophet.
Tom Phillips: ”Right now, Shark Boy is showing why he has been the UWF World Champion for as long as he has, taking Lance Cade to task for everything he has done to both him and his friends!”
Corey Graves: ”And listen, I may not like Shark Boy, but from what Mister Trevor Lee has said about that PSYCHOPATH he is in the ring with…I might, might just have to be rooting for Shark Boy right now, Tom-”
Tom Phillips: ”About time, Corey! Hey, what say you and I give a big shell yeah for the World Champion?”
Corey Graves: ”Don’t push it, Phillips.”
With Lance dropped into a seated position against the buckle, it has him right in line for Shark Boy to unleash a flurry of stomps to the midsection, stomping a mudhole into the prophet and walking it dry!
Pulling himself out of the corner, Lance would roll closer towards center, but this would only set Shark Boy up for another angle of assault, as the champion climbs up to the top rope, taking his time on the ascent due in part to the injured arm. However, as he makes it to the top, there comes rushing “The Butcher” Andy Williams, who attempts to toss Shark Boy off. The champ, however, hangs on with their good arm, and manages to let go for just enough time to pop Andy in the face with a clean shot, sending them tumbling off the apron and to the floor! Focusing back on the ring, Shark Boy would watch Lance get up, and dive off with a somersault…
Only to be caught on the shoulders of The Prophet, who slams him down HARD to the canvas with a snap powerbomb! With the wind thoroughly knocked out of the champion’s sails, Lance brings himself into a jackknife cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Suddenly, the pin is broken, as Lance finds himself pulled off of the pinning predicament. The culprit? None other than Mister Trevor Lee, who stares down with Lance briefly before exiting the ring to get back onto the apron.
Corey Graves: ”And look at that, folks! Mister Trevor Lee might have just saved Shark Boy from an early defeat at the hands of The Prophet of Harlan!”
Tom Phillips: ”Yeah, he…I’m not sure if Shark Boy would have kicked out of that or not, so, Trevor Lee…may have done just that, Corey?”
Corey Graves: ”Is that the sound of you having to root for Mister Trevor Lee here tonight, Tom?”
Tom Phillips: ”Just hearing those words together sounds…wrong, Corey. It sounds so wrong…”
Corey Graves: ”But it feels so right, doesn’t it?”
Mauro Ranallo: ”BE THAT AS IT MAY, Trevor Lee did also just waste their one pin break of the match - at least, it should only be one if the referee does their job correctly, which I have to say has been so far, so good!”
With Lance staring down Trevor on the apron, he would look to press the advantage as swiftly as possible, dragging Shark Boy into the Harlan corner and tagging in the big man himself. With Shark Boy still grounded, Lance would hold Shark Boy by the legs, making sure that the champion cannot move, with Butcher running the ropes…and coming back with a HUGE leg drop across the chest of Shark Boy! With Lance leaving the ring, it would be another cover on the champion, this time from The Butcher!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Be it instinct or sheer force of will, Shark Boy manages to kick out, leaving a scowl on The Butcher’s face. Actually, The Butcher is pretty much always scowling so it just makes it a deeper scowl? Either way, the big man is pissed, and starts taking it out on the grounded Shark Boy by simply pressing a foot against the ribs of the champion, forcing the full weight of his step onto the midsection. With Shark Boy keeping one shoulder off the mat, it isn’t quite a pinning predicament that he finds himself in, but it still remains to be a painful one, as Andy doesn’t relent on the pressure, instead opting to add even more by, temporarily, standing on top of Shark Boy, letting his full body weight crush down onto the ribs of the champion, before finally walking off of him. With Shark Boy coughing up a storm from the sudden intake of oxygen, Andy grabs hold of the champion and forcibly drags him to a neutral corner.
Pulling himself up by the ropes, Shark Boy would get to a vertical basis once more, only to be grabbed under both arms by The Butcher, who takes one step back, and then biel tosses Shark Boy a solid distance across the ring! With Shark Boy landing back-first, it thankfully gives a break to his injured arm, but in the process, his ribs and abdomen continue to feel the brunt of the offense…and this seems like it’s about to get even worse, as The Butcher ascends to the second rope.
Corey Graves: ”What the hell is The Butcher thinking of now?”
Mauro Ranallo: ”That is a six-three, two-hundred and seventy pound man climbing to the second rope, Corey. Whatever it may be, it isn’t going to be pretty for the UWF World Champion!”
With Shark Boy slowly, slowly dragging himself to a vertical basis, it looks as though The Butcher is ready to launch off…but instead, his gaze is drawn elsewhere: to that of an approaching Trevor Lee, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights as he stops mid-step, staring up at his former friend. For a few moments, the tension in the arena rises, only for Andy to break it off, turning back at the now-vertical Shark Boy, and dive off with an attempt at a middle rope crossbody…but the champion ducks, sending Andy Williams crashing and burning into the center of the ring!
Tom Phillips: ”And the champion ducks the aerial assault from The Butcher!”
Corey Graves: ”And don’t forget, Tom, it was with the assistance of Mister Trevor Lee!”
Tom Phillips: ”Yeah, Corey…it may be an odd team, but it seems like Shark Boy and Trevor Lee have some odd chemistry as a duo right now!”
With The Butcher downed momentarily, it would give time for Shark Boy to get back to his feet, but instead of going for the tag like it seems Trevor Lee is insisting upon, he opts to remain the legal participant, getting in a few good shots on Andy himself. With Williams fighting to a vertical basis, Shark Boy’s blows would come with much more oomph to them, rocking The Butcher, sending him staggering towards the ropes. With their back to the ropes, Shark Boy shoots Andy off…and catches him on the rebound with a Lou Thesz Press, before raining down a barrage of strikes to the temple of the man who kidnapped Grado! As each shot loses power, though, Shark Boy knows he needs to keep up the aggression, so he shoots to his feet, runs off the ropes, and returns with a massive pointed elbow drop, right to the temple of The Butcher! With Andy down, Shark Boy goes for the pin, foregoing the leg hook due to the state of his arm!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Andy, thanks in part to the more lenient pin, manages to power his way out of the pinfall! Still, though, Shark Boy looks to have Andy on the ropes - metaphorically this time. With Andy dazed, he waits for the big man to get to his feet…before hooking an arm around Williams’ neck, and trying to drop down for The Chummer! Before he can drop, however, a flaw is revealed in Shark Boy’s attack - he grabbed Andy with the injured arm. Breaking the grip, Andy gets Shark Boy’s head into a vice grip of his own, before headbutting the champion in the back of the skull, rocking him something fierce, before turning him around, hooking the arm himself, and sending Shark Boy flying overhead with a massive suplex toss!
As Shark Boy crashes hard to the mat, just mere feet from the corner, The Butcher comes charging in, and lets his full body weight crash against Shark Boy’s chest with a running senton! Not even moving from the position, The Butcher hooks a leg, looking to end this!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: ”And Shark Boy kicks out once more, showcasing his resilience!”
Corey Graves: ”Yeah, but for Shark Boy’s sake, it might have been wiser to stay down…”
Tom Phillips: ”I know what you mean, Corey, but there’s no chance in hell that Shark Boy is going to just lay down, especially not for the man who has made his and Grado’s life a living hell ever since the Royal Rumble!”
Corey Graves: ”I know, Tom, but one has to consider he still has a Wrestlemania match to get through after all of this! What condition is he going to be in for what is set to be Mister Trevor Lee’s big title shot?”
While Shark Boy may be resilient, he also is great at managing to piss people off by not staying down. Case in point: The Butcher, who seems to be seeing nothing but red as he forces Shark Boy to his feet, and brings him to the top rope. With nothing but malice on his mind, The Butcher opts not to follow him up, and instead guzzles Shark Boy, taking hold of him by the throat for what could be a ring-shaking chokeslam!
Shark Boy, however, isn’t giving up without a fight, so he does as a shark is known to do: he bites! Biting down hard onto the forearm, an actual howl of pain comes from Andy Williams, whose grip has yet to release, catching both men in a battle of wills, a test to see who will let go first: Shark Boy with his teeth, or the grasp of The Butcher?
After about a minute of this, it would be, surprisingly enough, Andy who lets go first! Clutching at his forearm, Williams spends some time tending to his own appendage while Shark Boy catches his breath…but as Andy goes back to grab the throat, he is batted away by Shark Boy with a big punch from the top! Then another, and a third, a fourth, fifth, sixth, so on and so forth! With Andy stunned, Shark Boy would launch a big kick that sends Williams stumbling back, but not only this, he is forced to turn his back to the champion! With an opportunity in front of him, Shark Boy latches onto the neck of The Butcher, and flips forward…before successfully dropping him with the Dead Sea Drop! With Andy out of the corner from the powerful stunner variant, Shark Boy scrambles to a cover, even hooking the far leg!
.....ONE!
.....TWO!
.....THRE-
LANCE CADE WITH THE SAVE!
Tom Phillips: ”Damnit! We were mere milliseconds away from a massive upset from Shark Boy, considering his injuries, and Lance Cade had to ruin it all!”
Corey Graves: ”That psychopath just doesn’t know when to quit!”
Mauro Ranallo: ”And clearly, neither does Shark Boy!”
With Lance still in the ring, Shark Boy would get to his feet, and enter another slugfest with The Prophet of Harlan. With shots traded back and forth, it would seem as though two hands will be proven to once again be better than one, until the sudden interference of Trevor Lee would even the odds! With Cade caught by a roundhouse kick to the back of the head, Lee would take a few steps back, watching as Lance staggers forward…and he gives a double finger point to Shark Boy, who seems to know exactly what to do! He hooks his arm around Cade’s neck, looking to drop him with The Chummer, but Cade pushes Shark Boy forward-
AND SHARK BOY IS MET WITH A CAVE-IN, COURTESY OF MISTER TREVOR LEE?!
Mauro Ranallo: ”W-WHAT THE HELL?!”
With nothing but a smile on his face and the vitriol and scorn of the crowd, Trevor Lee would give a look towards Lance Cade, who appears to be in shock over what has occurred, before his eyes glance over towards the now-recovering Andy Williams. And, with a swagger in his step, Trevor approaches The Butcher…
And pulls him to his feet in a massive hug, before pulling Lance Cade into it as well!
Tom Phillips: ”N-No…NO! DAMNIT! DAMNIT TREVOR LEE! YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
Corey Graves: ”YES! YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES! WHAT A GENIUS PLOY ON THE PART OF THE MAYOR OF HARLAN! OF COURSE HE WAS WORKING WITH THESE TWO THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH! ANYONE COULD SEE IT COMING FROM A MILE AWAY, YET SHARK BOY STILL BOUGHT INTO IT ALL!”
With the hug being released, Lance would start to jump for joy at the ongoing events, celebrating this all like he had won the lottery, gotten the girl of his dreams, AND that it was Christmas Day, all in one! However, while he is showing his jubilance, Trevor Lee would look over towards Andy…and only gives a nod towards his right-hand man. Without a word, The Butcher nods back, exiting the ring to go grab something from the ringside area…and as a steel chair is slid into the ring, Trevor’s sinister, serpentine grin only grows as he looks down at the helpless Shark Boy.
Wedging his arm in-between the seat of the chair and the back, Trevor Lee lets his gaze fall towards the fallen champion, a sick, sadistic expression lining his face as he basks in this moment. Turning for a moment, Lee would watch as both Grado and Paul Burchill come rushing down to ringside, trying to stop this…but there to meet them are Lance Cade and The Butcher, who start putting up the fight of their lives against the other two members of the C.U.N.T.
With them preoccupied, though, it would leave Trevor Lee with center stage…and for a moment, he simply kneels down by the body of Shark Boy, a savage look in his eye, as he stares into the eye holes of the mask…
”I tol’ ya, Mista’ Shark…I’m goin’ to become the God o’ professional ‘rasslin…an’ what good is a God if ain’t nobody makin’ a few sacrifices to them?”
Without a second thought, Lee gets to his feet, looks down at the trapped arm of Shark Boy…and begins stomping away at the steel chair, as the sound of steel bending and crunching around the arm of the UWF Champion fills the arena.
Mauro Ranallo: ”THIS IS TOO FAR! HOW THE HELL CAN ANYONE JUST STAND BY AND LET THIS HAPPEN?!”
Tom Phillips: ”I…I think I’m going to be sick, guys…”
Corey Graves: ”Then turn away, Tom! Look away, go away, I don’t care what you do! Right now, I’m watching the first sacrifice be made to the GOD of professional wrestling himself!”
With the chair FINALLY snapping to a point that it can no longer be used, Trevor Lee looks down at his handiwork with a manic expression on his face, as though he has felt the gentle caress of euphoria herself in this moment…and as he turns to the entrance ramp, seeing how Paul Burchill looks on from outside, or how Grado is currently halfway inside the ring, being held back by the grasp of The Butcher…all the challenger can do is cock his head to the side, hair falling slightly over his eyes, and give a point - not to the Wrestlemania sign, but to one place, and one place only…
"TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEEEEEEEEEE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN~!!!!!”
As Rebellion rolls on, we are taken backstage. A few seconds pass where nothing happens. That is until...
YEAH!!
That annoying intro can only mean the arrival of one person...
The one and only LA Knight saunters into the room. As always, his swagger and confidence can not be matched. With the camera on him, LA Knight does not wait to start talking.
LA Knight: Let Me Talk to 'Ya!!
LA Knight: There's a buzz in the air. And L...A....Knight has to be perfectly honest, L...A....Knight is excited? For what, 'ya might ask? Cause in just 3 short nights, L...A....Knight walks into the Granddaddy of Them All, WrestleMania. And he does so against the "Diabetic Douchebag" himself, Kyle O'Reilly.
The live crowd pops loudly for the mention of the Prime Time Medal holder.
LA Knight: L...A....Knight ain't a dummy. L...A....Knight knows all 'ya dummies out there sitting on your fat asses and all the jerkoffs watching at home love Kyle O'Reilly. But let L...A....Knight tell 'ya a fact of life, L...A....Knight does not like Kyle O'Reilly. Kyle O'Reilly is nothin....And L...A....Knight MEANS nothin in comparison to L...A....Knight.
LA Knight: And 'ya know the best part of all this? At WrestleMania, L...A....Knight gets to take the most valuable thing to Kyle O'Reilly, the Prime Time Medal. Now Kyle, allow L...A...Knight to give 'ya a little credit. 'Ya fought 'ya ass to win that medal from that big meathead Batista back at the Royal Rumble; L...A....Knight can't deny that. But what 'ya fail to realize is that L...A....Knight is not Batista. L...A...Knight is very much a different kind of animal. The kind of animal that does not like to play with his food. Let me dumb it down for 'ya. L...A....Knight is a lion. Kyle O'Reilly is a gazelle. And at WrestleMania, L...A...Knight goes hunting. And when a lion gets his paws on a gazelle, like that...
Knight snaps his fingers...
LA Knight: It's lights out. And that's 'ya future Kyle.
LA Knight: But that's Sunday. L...A....Knight does not want to wait. L...A....Knight wants to fight tonight...
This may be the first time in LA Knight's career that he got a pop. But that's strictly because these people want to see some action.
LA Knight: So this is what L...A....Knight is going to do. A little later tonight, L...A....Knight is going to head to that ring and issue an open challenge for anyone in the back that thinks they have the kavorka to step to L...A...Knight. But let L...A...Knight tell whoever accepts this challenge. 'Ya going to end up just like Kyle O'Reilly this Sunday. 'Ya going to end up looking at the lights; just having been devoured by this hungry lion. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!
Knight saunters off, leaving the camera to fade.
WEE-oww
The sound of a blaring siren echoes through the arena, signaling the arrival of one of the most dominant forces in professional wrestling history: Scott Steiner. The crowd erupts in excitement as Steiner walks down the ramp, his muscular physique on full display, and a fierce scowl etched across his face. Each muscle having their own postcode, Steiner walks up the ramp and into the ring, The crowd have no idea what caused the appearance from Steiner.
The Genetic Jackhammer goes to the centre of the ring where he flexes a storm, His muscles on show he looks in phenomenal shape for such a specimen, He hasn't been seen since the body building contest between Buddy Murphy and Rob Conway. Steiner looks ready as he removes his entrance attire as he looks to await a fight...
The fans get their answers as the theme music for one Leyton Buzzard cuts off the iconic theme of his opponent, Buzzard walks onto the ramp "Idiot Proof" Headphones adorned as he carries the remnants of the Buzzard World Cup which Scott's nephew broke into many pieces, Other shoulder he has his "Stroll With Leyton" championship as he makes his way to the ring, The entrance way begins to fill with empty beer cups and broken glass begins to fill the entrance way with glass debris. Buzzard gets to the ring where he puts his championship and former Buzzard world cup in trustworthy hands away from any Steiner.
Buzzard looks into the ring where he removes his long coat and enters the ring... Buzzard looks eye to eye with the Genetic freak looks ready to kill, Buzzard goes to get a word out "You mu-" Buzzard is hit right in the jaw, The referee allows it as he calls for the bell...
DING DING DING
Buzzard stumbles back into the corner, Buzzard goes to fight back but the Genetic Freak puts him down with a lariat, Buzzard goes to get to his feet but as he stands he is put down with another lariat, Buzzard is a glutton for punishment as he stumbles to his feet, Steiner grabs and quickly throws it back sending Buzzard flying across the ring with an explosive release suplex, Buzard lands neck and shoulder first as he doesn't get up quickly from the onslaught...
Mauro Ranallo: "And we are underway here at Rebellion, folks! Leyton Buzzard is already on the receiving end of some heavy offense from Scott Steiner!"
Tom Phillips: "Steiner is showing his dominance early on in this match. Buzzard needs to find a way to turn things around if he wants to stand a chance against the veteran Steiner."
Corey Graves: "Let's not forget that Buzzard has been insulting the Steiner family for weeks now. This bastard brought this on himself, and now he's paying the price."
Scott doesn't see fit to end this match as he hoist the Bristol born bastard up and onto his shoulder, He slams him down with a running power slam that sends shockwaves throughout the arena, Steiner not going with his usual show-boating style as he looks to make Buzzard pay for the things he has said about the Steiner family, its about honour not showing the ladies what they're missing out on, no, Buzzards words are coming back to bite him, Steiner locks in a Steiner recliner, Buzzard has nowhere to escape, Buzzard looks for a way out, Anything to get out....
Mauro Ranallo: "And Steiner is not letting up on Buzzard. He just hit him with a devastating power slam and now he's locking in the Steiner Recliner!"
Tom Phillips: "Buzzard is in a lot of trouble here. He's trapped in the center of the ring with nowhere to go."
Corey Graves: "This is exactly what Buzzard deserves. He's been running his mouth for weeks"
Steiner cinches back almost snapping Buzzard in two, The referee goes in to check on Buzzard making sure he is going to tap. Buzzard grabs a handful of the referees shirt pulling him into Steiner, Scott is forced to release the hold as the referee bowls over into him from Buzzards desperation, Steiner lifts the referee off him as he makes his way over to Buzzard who has crawled to the other side of the ring, Steiner grabs him by the leg not letting him off that easy...
Mauro Ranallo: "Wait a minute, Buzzard just grabbed the referee and pulled him into Steiner! Steiner had to release the hold!"
Tom Phillips: "That was a smart move by Buzzard. He's doing whatever it takes to survive in this match."
Corey Graves: "But it looks like Steiner is not going to let Buzzard get away that easily. He's going after him again!"
Mauro Ranallo: "Steiner has grabbed Buzzard by the leg, and he's not letting go. Buzzard is trying to crawl away, but Steiner is relentle-"
Steiner goes to apply a Steiner Recliner but Buzzard has other ideas as he swings a fist, With a bit of extra oomph, He has a spiked dog collar wrapped around his fist as Steiner goes to the canvas with a thud, One of the spikes seemingly catching Steiners eye, literally and figuratively. Buzzard slowly gets to his feet as he throws the collar to the side...
Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my God! Buzzard just hit Steiner with a fist wrapped in a spiked dog collar! That was brutal!"
Tom Phillips: "And one of the spikes seems to have caught Steiner in the eye. This is not looking good for him."
Corey Graves: "Buzzard is pulling out all the stops to win this match. He's just giving Bronson more reason to want to murder this pip-squeak..."
Buzzard runs to the ropes as Steiner gets to his knees, Both boots spike into the back of The Genetic Freaks neck which sends Steiner into the canvas. The genetic freak has blood gushing from his eye and is reeling from the unprotected shot to the back of the neck...
Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my goodness! Buzzard just hit Steiner with a double stomp to the back of the neck. That was absolutely brutal!"
Steiner rolls around on the canvas holding the back of his neck, Buzzard off the second rope leaps placing hits boot on the back of the neck spiking the face of Steiner into the canvas with a middle-rope curb stomp. Buzzard grabs the ears of Steiner lift him up to his feet and into a brain buster right onto his knee, Buzzard makes the cover...
Tom Phillips: "That middle-rope curb stomp was absolutely devastating. And now he's going for the cover."
O-
Mauro Ranallo: "Come on you've got this no need to-"
Buzzard lifts the shoulder of Steiner off the canvas before running to the ropes connecting with a knee to the face of Steiner who tries to stand to his feet. Buzzard wipes the sweat of his brow, He lifts Steiner to his feet, He throws him into the corner, Steiner reverses the irish whip with his own power whip into the corner, Buzzard instead of crashing runs up the the turnbuckles he looks backwards but is met with a clubbing blow to the lower back which knocks him onto the top of the turnbuckles, crotching him in the moment...
Mauro Ranallo: "Buzzard was looking for something big there, but Steiner had other plans. That clubbing blow to the lower back just took the wind out of Buzzard's sails."
Steiner climbs the ropes to the top, The crowd knows whats coming from Steiner, Buzzard though has other plans as he elbows the man into the chest standing and jumping to the top rope to the side which he springboards off, Steiner is caught off guard as Buzzard wraps his legs around his neck and launches him off the top rope with an inverted frankensteiner, Scott comes crashing down on his head full body weight behind it, Buzzard scrambles to make the cover...
Mauro Ranallo: "What an incredible move by Leyton Buzzard! The inverted frankensteiner from the top rope, WHAT OVERKILL!"
One...
Corey Graves: "I can't believe what I just saw! Buzzard caught Steiner off guard and nailed him with that move!"
Two...
Three...
DING DING DING
Buzzard rolls out of the ring, He pulls a dog collar from under the ropes, He rolls into the ring, The crowd really not liking Buzzards actions, He places the collar around the neck of Steiner he seems pleased with a light tug, The crowd though reign down their disdain, Buzzard begins to place his hands around his ears trying to block out the crowds dislike for the Bristol Born Bastard, Steiner pulls at the collar around his neck it fruitless as its locked around, Buzzard steps back leaving Steiner be for the moment...
Tom Phillips: "It looks like Buzzard has a dog collar with him, Tom. And he's putting it around the neck of Steiner! This is disgusting!"
Buzzard's breathing becomes heavy and labored as he paces back and forth in the ring. His eyes dart around frantically, as if searching for something to hold onto. Suddenly, he drops to his knees and clutches his head in his hands, rocking back and forth. The once-confident wrestler now seems like a shell of his former self. His eyes dart to Steiner still reeling from the post match attack, Steiner still playing with the collar around his neck...
Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my, what is happening to Leyton Buzzard? He seems to be in a state of distress it looks like Buzzard is having some sort of mental breakdown."
The crowd watches in horror as Buzzard's expression changes from one of sadness/fear to pure rage. His eyes narrow as he grabs the chain connected to the collar around Steiner's neck, and with a wild look on his face, he begins to swing it around like a weapon. The chain whips through the air with a sickening sound as Buzzard takes out all his pent-up anger on his helpless opponent. Steiner cries out in pain as the chain lands blow after blow, leaving deep red welts on his skin.
Mauro Ranallo: This is absolutely sickening! Buzzard has completely lost it! He's using that dog collar as a weapon and relentlessly attacking Steiner!
Corey Graves: This is what happens when you push someone to their breaking point, Mauro. Buzzard has had enough of these things, and now breaking right in front of our eyes.
The crowd, now terrified, begins to boo loudly, trying to get Buzzard to stop. But he seems beyond reason, completely lost in his own fury. The referee tries to intervene, but Buzzard shoves him aside, the chain still in his hand.
WELCOME TO THE DOG POUND...
Tom Phillips: "It's Rick Steiner, Scotts brother coming down for the save!"
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, It's Rick Steiner, Buzzard rolls out of the ring and into the crowd who are all pushing around the bastard, The crowd are barking at Buzzard who is back covering his ears backing through the crowd, Rick checks out his brother Scott, He holds his brothers motionless body as he calls for the medics...
Corey Graves: "Thank god we can get medica- No Leyton you've done enough!"
Rick is paying attention to his brother with close eyes, He didn't see Buzzard run back to the ring with steel chair in hand, Buzzard hits the edge right into the back of the head of Rick, Steiner goes down next to his brother both men down, Buzzard grabs the chain and wraps it around the neck of Rick a few times, He begins to yank on the chain choking the life out of the other Steiner, Buzzard lifts Rick up and throws him over the ropes, He grabs hold of the chain still hanging over the top rope as he pulls back the chain, Rick Steiner begins to be pulled upwards, He begins to fade quickly as he can't beat gravity, Buzzard pulls back even though both Steiner's are out...
Mauro Ranallo: "Someone arrest this man!"
Corey Graves: "Its Bronson Steiner, He must of finally seen what Leyton Buzzard was doing to his familia"
Bronson Steiner charges towards the ring like a speeding locomotive, causing Buzzard to quickly release the chain and retreat from the danger. With Ricks collapsing onto the canvas, Bronson is faced with a difficult decision - should he go after Buzzard who is already making his way through the crowd, or check on his motionless father lying right in front of him.
Mauro Ranallo: "Buzzard looks ready to go back in and get a cheap shot but Steiner is laser focused on Buzzard making sure he stays the hell away"
Despite keeping his eyes locked on Buzzard, Bronson quickly checks on his father as paramedics rush to Scott's aid. Both men are eventually placed on stretchers as Bronson follows closely behind with the assistance of the paramedics, never once taking his eyes off Buzzard, who is making still watching from the crowd fear in his eyes realizing the gravity of the situation...
The scene opens.. And before our eyes is corridor walkway. from the angle, UWF cams filming at.. It looks as if, we're seeing the hallway of some Wrestle Mania hotel
complex. But before we can focus any more on the surroundings.. there's an interruption! An
elevator arriving to the floor, to be exact. The doors to the elevator open
up, an immediately following out.. Is Eddie Guerrero. Eddie walks forth with a grin on his face.. And a ' song in his heart'' as he starts to dart feet in a.. '' skipping-
like dance motion'' as he sashes back and forth.. An appearent bunch of roses (a dozen to be exact), like he's carrying around a fencing foil (sword). Eddie hams up the
stage, play-acting like Zorro.. Until he comes up upon his desired destination. Which is Room
432. Eddie stops dancin', checks out his clothes.. to make sure he's
lookin' spiffy. Before he raises a finger.. Pushes the doorbell ringer, then knocks a hand against the door. For a moment, there's no answer! Until, the door opens.. And...
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: MamaCita These pretty lovelies.. Are for you!
Mania Hotel: Roses for me!? Why, thank you! That's the nicest thing.. I've ever receive-..
[Blinking his eyes wide open, after realizing.. He had presented the dozen roses to an
unintended target.]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. [ Pulling back his arms, distancing the roses from the Revolution Hotel] You got me wrong, Holmes! As... these lovely beauties right here, Aren't for
you! But, for... Mi MamaCita!!
Mania bellhop:
[ Looking a bit sad] Oh well, I figured as much. [ shrugging shoulders] Like bellhops ever get
any nice things, from hotel patrons,
[ At this point.. Eddie intended query, '' The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF''.. Eve comes into the picture.]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Oh, hey.. Eddie. [ smiling] Glad you're here!
[ Looking a bit put-off from his run-in with the Mania bellhop.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Aye, Mami. Glad to be here too.. but..
[Nodding his head towards the Rumble bellhop.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: What's with the help?..
[Looking offended.]
Mania bellhop: Well, excuse me... My Latin American friend. But, I think i think you've got '' the help '' part role.. Mixed up. [ Giving a snide look] All things considering.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Whoa, hey!!! [ Jumping back, pacing himself for a '' coming-to-
blows '' battle] What' chu insinuating, mange!? You got a problem!
Mania bellhop: Well I..
[ Playing Peacemaker..]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Alright, boys! Hold up the testosterone!!
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: But he started..
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: Enough! From the both of you..
[Eyeing down.. the two steamed hombres.]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Keep it cool, guys! I'll be right back!
[Eve departs from the scene, as Eddie and the bellhop engage in an intense stare down. After
about forty-five seconds, with neither man blinking.. Eve arrives back to
the two.]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Marty.. thank you so much, for your help with the video equipment. And please..
Handing off a twenty dollar bill to the bellhop.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: Take this.
Mania bellhop: Thank you, my lady. It has been a pleasure serving you. And please... [ Casting a glance at Eddie] Do ring down to the front desk.. If
you'd like pest removal, for this uncouth gentleman.
[The bellhop turns away, and walks... As Eve quickly has to hold onto Eddie to keep things from getting ugly.]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Why.. that.. gringo loco estupido, goof! I ought..
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Oh, Eddie.. shouldn't have!
Eve reaches hold of the roses, fixing Eddie's attention back on her.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Aye.. You like Mami!?
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: I love them, Eddie!
[Eddie smiles, growing back to his calm demeanor.]
The Hellacious heartbreaker|Eve: Now, let's.. Get inside.
[Eve steps in.. Then beckons for Eddie to join her. Latino Heat plays coy like a little puppy
dog, before taking Eve up on the request.. And coming' inside.]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Now.. if you'd just hold on for a moment, I can get
these into some water.
[Eve starts to walk off, but.. In a flash, Eddie moves in and gently locks Eve in a waist lock from
behind.]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Aww, MamaCita! The flowers can wait, while we can get to loving'! [ Eddie smoothly starts kissing Eve about the neck]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Eddie, don't you ever calm down? [Smirking a little]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: In What language.. Would you like me to answer that in? Because, it'd be 'no' for each one.
Eve can't help but be flattered, as she and Eddie cuddle some.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Eddie. I got to go.. Get these roses in a vase. Or
whatever I can find.. To fill with water.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Oh, mami! Do you haf' to?
The Hellacious heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Yes Eddie. But I promise to be back... And then, we
can get to that suprise... I had wanted us to do.
[Releasing hold of Eve.]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Oh, alright...
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Now, if you'll go and have a seat on the couch.. We can get to that Surprise... A whole Lot Sooner.
[Happily beaming] Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Aye.. Ye.. Ye! Si. To The couch, on the double!
[Eddie goes running off the couch, as Eve smiles fondly at Eddie while sniffing the roses, then walks off to her other task. It's not too long after.. That Eve
returns. where she's met by a ' love-starved Latino Heat!]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Are we ready, to get down with the surprise now MamiCita!?
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Right, you are Eddie but, first... A little ambience, to set the mood. So dim the lights... won't you Eddie? [ Pointing towards a wall just over from Eddie's back, on the
left side] The light switch.. Is right there over your left shoulder.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Alright!... [ Reaching for the switch, then dimming down the lights]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Ready, now.. Eddie?
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Oh, you know it... Eve!
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: Good!
At this point, Eve walks over to The Kitchen Counter and Saw a Small Jewelry box and she showed it to Eddie before he tells Eve exactly whats in the box
The VCR, playing the tape.
Viva La Raza| Eddie Guerrero: Aye, MamaCita you found the box where did you find the jewelry box MamaCita!?
[Growing concerned, not feeling Eve's lovin' arms around him, nor his on her]
The Hellacious Heartbreaker of UWF|Eve: [Snuggling up close to Eddie] Eddie, I found it on the Kitchen counter where the sink in stuff was are you about to ask what I think you are about to tell me Eddie.
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: Yes MamaCita! I knew you ever since I laid eyes on you and Since I made a huge return back to UWF but my point is this Eve.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: Yes Eddie.
[This comment, has Eddie Guerrero gets down on one knee and front of his girlfriend before he purpose to Eve.]
Viva La Raza|Eddie Guerrero: You know, MamaCita?... I have tried and tried, really hard to hand you this but until now Eve Guerrero Torres Will you Marry Me.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Eve: Yes Eddie I'll Marry you
[Eddie places a ring onto Eve's finger and hugs her and kissed her to make her decision for purposing to Latino Heat]
Rebellion rolls on and we kick it to the ring. Inring action makes the crowd sit up in anticipation and lucky enough for them, the action doesn't take long to continue with some very known words ringing out of the PA System.
LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG
Mauro Ranallo: We don't have a scheduled match here or a promo either from Spike Dudley
Corey Graves: It wouldn't be like that little Runt to want the spotlight when he doesn't deserve it now would it?
Tom Phillips: It doesn't look like Spike is very healthy though.
Tom is very observant as Spike doesn't bounce out like he usually does. The Spike we see is making his way very slowly out from the back with one crutch holding him up. He has a 3 bandages on his head, covering up what can only be assumed is cuts to his head but bruising is still seen on the parts of the face you can see. He has a shirt on but you can see him grabbing his ribs as well. He hobbles out and it seems it is Spike's left leg that is giving him some trouble. Spike lifts his arm up in the air, acknowledging the crowd but you can see that wasn't a great idea as he winces in pain. The crowd are hushed, not knowing what has happened to Spike as he makes his way down the ramp.
Tom Phillips: Do you know what happened to Spike here?
Mauro Ranallo: I have no idea but it looks like he isn't 100% and we all know that's not good going into WrestleMania where he faces possibly the scariest guy on the roster.
Corey Graves: I think that's great news. I enjoyed Revolution alot more when he wasn't around.
Spike has made his way to the end of the ramp and slowly makes his way to the steps. He touches the front rows hands, getting to the steel steps and once again, moving ever so slowly up the steps with his crutch. He places it in the ring, climbing between the ropes in a way that Stacy does but not because his showing off his assests..... it's because it seems he can't go any quicker. He motions for a mic before settling himself in the middle of the ring. The stagehand obliges, grabbing one from ringside and running it into Spike. Spike gracefully accepts it, nodding his head before taking it. The crowd have quieten down, waiting to hear just what happened to Uncle Spike Dudley. Spike takes a deep breath before he lifts the mic to his mouth.
Spike Dudley: Thank you, thank you. Your love means so much to me which is one of the reasons I'm out here in front of you now instead of being back home in Dudleyville licking my wounds and even worse, in a hospital bed making sure I'm ready to go for WrestleMania next week.
The crowd pop big for the mention of WrestleMania as this brings a smile to Spike's face. He makes his armpit comfortable on the crutch before continuing.
Spike Dudley: Now some people will call me dumb, some people will call me stupid, some people will call me brave but the only thing you can call me for certain is beat up. I'm not good man. You have seen me in this state not that long ago when Hollywood smashed a bottle over my head. That is where our road to WrestleMania began and that was the night that he drove me through our very first table. I was beat up then but what he did to me last week paled in comparison. Everything hurts. Absolutely everything and a lesser man..... wouldn't be even standing little own standing in front of you here today. The Animal is one scary dude when you can get into his head.
The crowd boo every mention of Batista as Spike continues on.
Spike Dudley: A place I didn't know how far in I was until last week. I know last week, you guys saw what my plan for the night was. I decided to just remind Hollywood that I was still around and help Homicide get a well needed win. I know what you guys are thinking.....that is a very unlike Spike Dudley thing to do. I preach about winning matches the right way and doing the right thing but I was sick of sitting back and listening to threat after threat from Hollywood. I was sick of it so I thought I would actually put my hands on him for once. It was an innocent little Dudley Dog but I made my point but what I also did was even up the score for Homicide. I made sure Hollywood didn't have the numbers game. After that, I went back to my training and watching his movies to get me in the zone. It was working, I could feel my focus getting sharp. I could feel my brain filing with so many ways I could put him through a table. I could envision my standing at WrestleMania with my arm raised...... everything was coming together and then my dreams turned into nightmares. You are all saw Hollywood interrupt my training but I know the cameras cut out before you got to see what happened. That is why I am like I am tonight. That is why I'm pretty much running on empty tonight. I feel it's only fair..... even though the pain will come back with every hit I re-watch to show you what happened after the cameras stopped rolling. Please roll the footage.
Corey Graves: Grab yourself some popcorn fellas, make yourself comfortable because I can't wait for this!!!
Graves finishes up, leaving the noise in the arena in silence as the titantron flashes into action.
Spike is seen running up to the front door of his house, seeing in person the damage done from Batista kicking it in, as he now goes storming through the house.
Spike Dudley: HOLLYWOOD! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE HURT MY STACY! HOLLYWOOD!
Suddenly Batista comes from around the corner and blasts Spike with a picture frame. As Spike goes down, Batista discards what’s left of it.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I didn’t hurt her, Spike, I showed her the time of her life!
Batista takes a box of condoms from his pocket and throws them down next to Spike’s head.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: You’ll notice it’s empty, but…
Before Batista can utter another word, Spike gets up, grabbing the remnants of the picture frame he was struck with earlier and swatting the big man with it as he comes off the floor. Spike takes off running at Batista now and dropkicks him into the living room area as Big Dave looks stunned for a moment. As Spike takes off running towards him, Batista grabs the couch and slides it in his direction, Spike leaping onto the cushion and then the top but Batista grabs his legs and pulls, causing him to fall and tumble to the floor as the, “Hollywood Animal” turns the couch over on him. Batista doesn’t leave it there long though as he grabs it and tosses it aside, kicking Spike in the head as he tries to get up. Spike lies there, still trying to push himself to his feet as Batista grabs him and stands him up, then tackles him back down as the two men are now outside.
Batista stands up and grabs the nearest thing to him, a grill, as he hurls it at Spike. Spike narrowly avoids it as he catches a spatula that flew off of it and swings it but Batista grabs the handle and pulls Spike in, planting him with a Spinebuster. Batista keeps hold of Spike and hoists him back up, pivoting and barreling towards Spike’s car as he delivers another Spinebuster on the hood. Spike rolls off of the hood and now lies at Batista’s feet, as Batista spits on him and walks out of the shot.
As the titantron goes dark, things return to Spike in the ring.
Spike Dudley: So not only did he break my framed Replica, not only did he damage my car, not only did he damage my grill..... I get those things. I can't complain about that Hollywood because I did those things to you. I'm willing to let them things slide but what you did to little Groot there, kicking him in the head. He now walks with the same limp I do and keeps winking at me but what you implied you did to Stacy, chucking the empty condom wrappers at me. That's unforgivable Hollywood.
The crowd seem to be in a hush, siding with the Littlest Dudley as they seem to think Batista may have gone to far.
Spike Dudley: Now you have all seen what Hollywood put me through in his home invasion last week. When he grabbed my leg, he pulled it out of socket, when he performed a spinebuster onto my car, he jarred it, when he smashed my picture frame over me, it busted me open and made me bleed. It didn't happen straight away. It took it's time but blood started pouring out. I've been told to stay at home but I think you can all understand why I am here after seeing that footage.
Some of the crowd can be seen nodding their head where as others can be seen shaking theirs. Spike readjusts the crutch under his arm pit whilst the crowd start to murmur.
Spike Dudley: That footage is the reason I'm here tonight but the reason I'm standing here right here right now is because I don't want to wait until WrestleMania to get my hands on Hollywood. I don't want to wait until I'm closer to 100%. I don't want him to still be walking so Hollywood........ HOW ABOUT YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW AND WE START WRESTLEMANIA EARLY!!!
Spike yells this, flicking his switch to go from the calm, smiley Spike to one that seems pissed off and ready to go. He seems to be getting antsy now as Batista hasn't immediately answered his call.
Spike Dudley: DON'T MAKE ME HOBBLE BACK THERE AND DRAG YOUR ASS OUT HER.........
Before Spike can finish, he is interrupted by....
As, “See Me Shine” begins to play, out walks Batista onto the stage with a microphone in hand as he raises it to his mouth as the music fades out to silence.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Well well, not only is little Spikey still walking under his own power and breathing, but you wanna start Wrestlemania early. Even if you were one hundred percent, I still wouldn’t give you what you’re asking for and that’s because I’d rather give you the final beating of your career on the grandest stage there is, not Rebellion.
The crowd boos this as Batista continues.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: But I do know some guys itching for a fight just as much as you are so how about you take on The Guild in a 2-on-1 Handicap Elimination Tables match?
Before Spike can answer, he is hit in the back of the head with a punch by The Miz, knocking the crutch out from under his arm as he falls to the mat. Goldust slides into the ring now as the two men utilize the numbers game and start putting the boots to the UWF’s favorite uncle. Spike, despite the stomping, manages to grab the ropes and start pulling himself up to his feet. Once there, he grabs the crutch and hits Miz in the head with it, then swings it and connects with the abdomen of Goldust before cracking it across his back. As The Guild lie on the mat, Spike is suddenly full of energy.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Spike was playing possum!
Mauro Ranallo: He never needed the crutch! Mamma Mia!
Corey Graves: Well possum or not, it’s two-on-one and it’s The Guild! Let’s see Spike overcome that!
DING DING!
Miz is the first to get up as he throws a punch but Spike smacks his arm away and delivers a Headbutt to the nose, following up with a Standing Dropkick that sends Miz into the far corner. Miz hits and comes staggering out of the corner as Spike stomps on his injured foot and, when he hunches over, takes Miz down with a Bulldog. Goldust goes after Spike as the littlest Dudley is getting up but Spike delivers a Headbutt to the abdomen and then follows up with a DDT onto Miz. With two-thirds of The Guild down, Batista looks furious as Spike exits the ring and gets a table. Spike pauses, looking up at Batista at the top of the ramp as he searches for a table. It doesn't take him long to find what his looking for as he pulls a beautiful piece of wood out into the view of everyone. Spike waves to Batista before sliding the wood into the ring and following it.
Tom Phillips: Spike looking to finish this one quickly. Smart move with his battle with the Final Boss coming up.
Corey Graves: Spike could have been tucked up in bed tonight, resting his little owies and he still wouldn't be ready for the Final Boss at WrestleMania
Miz is starting to stare as Dudley notices this. He picks the table up before he stands it upright in the middle of the ring. He signals to get behind the crowd, giving the table a little nudge making it fall down....right on top of the Guild as it thuds into Goldust. Spike now gets on the table with is turned over so Spike is standing on the bottom, with the top of the table being on the Guild. Spike winds himself up, motioning to the crowd once again as he stops winding. He pauses for a second, looking like his building up to something before he switches into action mode. Spike flicks the switch and begins stomping away. Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, all on the table which is getting stomped into Goldust's gut which in turn is getting stomped on the Miz.
Mauro Ranello: I've never seen a table used like this before.
Tom Phillips: If anyone knows how to use a table as a weapon, it's a Dudley.
Corey Graves: Spike's the only person that could use it that way. Anyone that weighed more then 20 pounds dripping wet would go straight through it.
After about 20 stomps onto the table, Spike seems to have run out of steam. He jumps off the table, Goldust pushing the table off of the pair as he holds his ribs. Miz helps his partner out by pushing him off himself as he begins to crawl out of the ring. Spike needs to catch his breath, grabbing his crutch again and using it to keep himself upright as Batista looks on with a snarl on his face. That seems to have done the trick as Spike now grabs the table again and goes about setting it up in the corner. What he doesn't see is Miz is outside of the ring, underneath the apron looking for something as well. Spike smacks the table, making sure it's steady as we makes his way back to Goldust. He leans over to grab Goldust's head but what he wasn't expecting was Goldust to have enough energy or flexability to swing his foot over his head, connecting to the side of Spike's as he wobbles backwards. Goldust gets to his knees, sliding across the ring before taking a deep breath and giving Spike an uppercut.
Spike falls backwards, falling to the mat holding his jaw as Miz has slide the other table in. Both Guild Members get to their feet, looking towards the boss with a thumbs up. Miz goes about setting the table up whilst Goldust lays the boots into Spike. It's Miz's turn to slap the table now, not quite in the corner like Spike's but free standing to the side of the ring. He walks back and joins Goldust in kicking the crap out of Spike. Miz pushes Goldust out of the way, getting on top of the little Runt, grabbing his head and bringing it forward into his fist, raining punch after punch into his skull.
Corey Graves: That's more like it. That's what the fans have paid their hard earned money to see.
Tom Phillips: It was only a matter of time before the numbers game caught up to Spike.
Goldust has a case of FOMO as he now pats Miz on the shoulder asking him if he can have a go. "Be my guest" is Miz's reply as he gets off Spike, making way for Goldust to jump on top and take some punches. The Miz steps back, pretending to have a camera rolling as The Guild are well on top. Batista is slowly starting to like this more as a smile creeps into view. Goldust has had enough of punching Spike as he now jumps off of him. Miz stops the camera rolling as it's his turn to take over. He lifts Spike to his knees, slapping him in the face, clapping him before he makes a Cut with his hand, grabbing Spike by the head and drilling him down into the mat with a DDT.
Spike grabs his head, rolling around in pain as Goldust makes his way to the table that Miz set up. He takes a look over at Batista, putting the thumbs up and waiting to see Batista reaction. Batista waits for a little bit, before giving him the thumbs up. Goldust seems to have copied that, knowing that means Spike's punishment isn't done. The Miz is leaning in the corner, clapping his hands and tell Goldust to go right ahead. Goldust picks up Spike, not for long though as he puts his arm over his shoulder, lifting him up and dropping him down with a suplex. Goldust stands over him, breathing in and suggestive touching himself whilst bending over to get in Spike's face. Goldust then runs to the ropes before dropping an elbow right onto Spike's head. Spike again screams in agony as the Guild are really enjoying themselves.
Mauro Ranello: The Guild are in full control here.
Corey Graves: Are you really surprised Ranello? The Guild is a well oiled machine being lead by the Final Boss. Batista just sweats success and these guys are no different.
Tom Phillips: I just hope they don't get too cocky here.
Corey Graves: It's not cocky when you are just that good.
Spike starts to roll away as Miz stomps on Spike's left leg. He tells Goldust to do a bit of Miz Say's and copy what he is doing. Miz stomps on Spike's left foot.... Goldust stomps on Spike's Right foot. Miz moves his way up to Spike's knee which Goldust mimics on the right. Miz then makes his way to Spike's gut. He kicks him in the left side of his ribs whilst Goldust kicks him in the right side. Miz moves towards Spike's hand, stomping down on it as Goldust copies him on the other side ten making their way up to the arm. It seems the Guild are really enjoying themselves as Spike looks in a world of pain. They look toward Batista again, smiling at their boss and everyone seems to be having a good time apart from Spike. The Miz pats Goldust on the chest, pointing down at Spike and then pointing to his own head. It seems Goldust is on the same wave length as they take off the bandages on Spike's head revealing 3 closed up cuts. They both poke one of the cuts each before taking a few steps backwards. It is perfectly synchronized as they look at each other, point at each other, giving it another 'Cut' as both take a run up, bringing their legs up and down for a kick to the head of Spike....
BAM!!!!!!!!
The Guild manage to connect........just not with Spike's head as he gets out of the way at the last minute making the Guild boot each others feet. Both members of the Guild hop around on one foot in pain as Spike crawls to the ropes. He uses the ropes to pull himself up as the crowd get behind him again. He grabs The Miz by the head and tosses him out of the ring through the ropes. He turns his attention to Goldust now as he runs fell pelt, using his head to good use as he gets a headbutt to the abdomen. Goldust hunches over from the impact, not sure whether to grab his foot or his stomach now. Spike sees this as his chance as he grabs Goldust by the head, dragging him to the turnbuckle and swinging him around.....
HITTING THE DUDLEY DOG AND SENDING GOLDUST THROUGH THE TABLE MIZ HAD SET UP EARLIER!!!!
Chimel: GOLDUST HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.
Tom Phillips: And just like that, Goldust has been eliminated. It seemed like the Guild were too preoccupied with impressing their boss and worrying about hurting Spike rather then trying to win this match.
Mauro Ranello: It has cost Goldust his place in this match and could possibly cost The Guild the match overall.
Corey Graves: Please, as we have seen with Spike in the past, he gets lucky once. That's how he got his sole International Championship but his luck runs out eventually.
Tom Phillips: Well it's The Miz vs Spike now with the next person going through a table losing.
Spike uses this time to catch his breath as Miz is still rolling around on the outside holding his foot. Goldust lays motionless in the ring, with the ref tidying up around him, getting rid of broken table parts around him. Spike takes a glance at Batista. He smiles at the Final Boss as he is leaning on the ropes. He takes this opportunity to roll out of the ring, looking under the ring for you guessed it.... another table as he pulls it out. He slides it into the ring and makes his way over to the Miz. It's now his turn to stomp on Miz's injured foot as Miz screams in agony. Spike picks Miz up, tossing him back into the ring before grabbing his crutch again. He raises it way above his head, bringing it down on his back. Spike points the crutch at Batista and swings it down again across Miz's back again. Spike seems to be running on adrenaline as the crowd are popping big time with every hit. Spike has had enough with the crutch, bending his knee and attempting to snap it. It seems Spike just might be a little bit to small as the thing doesn't budge. He tries again but once again, no budging. Spike tries one last time but once again, it doesn't work. Spike looks over, seeing Miz using the turnbuckles to get to his feet. Spike rubs his chin, thinking off what to do. He snaps his fingers, coming up with an idea as he runs full pelt at Miz in the corner, putting the crutch on his head, looking for a Crutch Headbutt to Miz's abdomen....... but Goldust pulls The Miz out of the way at the last minute. The crutch hits the turnbuckle head and goes back into Spike's head, doing damage to it as Spike's neck jolts backwards from impact.
Mauro Ranello: Ouch, that certainly looks like it would have hurt.
Corey Graves: I'm surprised his little pencil neck didn't snap. I know Batista will be happy, especially if that means he can't hold his head up to talk to him anymore.
Tom Phillips: Spike is also an expert at using his own body as a weapon but that certainly backfired there.
Goldust pats Miz on the back as Spike is rolling around, holding his neck. Miz takes a moment to recover, patting himself down to wake himself back up again as Batista begins to chuckle on the ramp. Goldust gives Miz the thumbs up and points back into the ring. Batista starts to make his way down the ramp, getting a closer look at the action as Miz applauds his boss coming down. Batista ignores all the fans who have started a "Dudley" chant. Spike is now motionless in the ring as it seems the shock has gone. Batista stands at the end of the ramp, yelling at Miz to throw him the crutch. Miz obliges but not before he stabs Dudley in the midsection with the end of the crutch. Batista catches the crutch in his hands, laughing his big heart out. The Miz has stopped, he goes towards the ropes, leaning over them as Goldust makes his way around the ring to his boss. Batista tests the crutch out, before grabbing it from both ends. He takes a deep breath in before trying to bend the crutch. It doesn't take him long at all before he snaps the crutch into pieces like it was nothing. He tosses the remains of it into the crowd, pretty dangerously. The Miz stands and applauds whilst Goldust gets on his knees and starts bowing to the Final Boss.
Mauro Ranello: Pretty impressive power there from the Hollywood Animal.
Corey Graves: That's all you can say Ranello. "Pretty impressive power". Dudley tried 3 times to snap that crutch over his knee and couldn't do it and Batista took 3 secs with his bare hands. That thing probably weights more then Dudley as well so imagine what he will do at WrestleMania.
Tom Phillips: I'm just glad I'm sitting behind the desk and not in front of the Hollywood Animal.
The Miz is pointing at Batista, clapping so proudly. The crowd is booing the 3 men as Batista stands there looking quite impressed with himself. He takes a step towards Miz who is now bending over, looking for a fist pump from his boss. Batista obliges but what the Guild haven't realized is whilst all of this is going down..... Spike has managed to get him breath back and he has recovered. Just as Miz is about to get the fist pump, Spike leaps in the air, using Miz's back as a springboard, jumping into the air and coming down onto Batista with a cross body. He rolls off Batista, punching a stunned Goldust down to the ground and continuing on with his quickness by punching Miz as well. Miz stumbles backwards as Spike crawls back into the ring. Miz comes forward, looking for a punch but Spike ducks it, running to the ropes and jumping off, landing a dropkick into the middle of Miz's chest. Miz stumbles backwards again as Spike runs, climbing up onto his shoulders as Miz's face is right in the middle of Spike's junk. Spike punches him a few times in the head, plays to the crowd before turning his body, hitting Miz with hurricanna.
Tom Phillips: Impressive sequence there by Dudley to gain control again.
Spike now moves towards the table that isn't set up. He turns it over, unclipped the legs before clicking them in place. He turns the table over, putting it upright and near the corner again, fully set up like you would eat your Sunday lunch off of it. The Miz has his head and neck resting on the ropes as Spike grabs his head, takes him to the corner that the table is leaning against the ropes and starts to smash Miz's head into the table. The crowd start to count along.
1.......
2.....
3.....
4.....
5.....
6....
7....
8...
9...
10....
The perfect 10. Spike lets go off Miz's head as Miz looks out of it. Spike signals to the crowd his going to finish this. He grabs Miz's head, taking him back over to the table his just set up. He slaps the table, whispering something into Miz's ear as he gets ready. He grabs Miz's head, pausing a little before he runs to the turnbuckle... running up them, doing his usual stick looking for the Dudley Dog. He reaches the top turnbuckle, pushing off and spinning round.... all that's left to do now is drive Miz's face into the mat.
BUT.....
He never gets that chance as Batista has made his way into the ring. When Spike pushes off the turnbuckle, Batista is right there to catch him. Spike let's go off Miz's head, knowing his in a bad spot as he starts to shake his head and yell no. Batista looks up at him with a pissed off look as Miz moves the table. Batista shakes his head at Spike as he turns around, looking at where the table use to be and drills Spike down with a Batista Bomb. Miz sets the table up again as he pulls Spike to his feet, then performs his own version of the Batista Bomb through the table.
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, The Guild!
As Spike lies there in the remnants of the table, The Guild celebrate their victory as Rebellion continues elsewhere.
We're taken to the announce desk.
Tom Phillips: Well, ladies and gentlemen, earlier this week the most recent re-signing to the UWF, Orange Cassidy, participated in a press conference where he answered some of the wrestling media's most pressing questions.
Corey Graves: Okay, but really, do we need to show this?
Mauro Ranallo: Corey, you might not be a fan of Freshly Squeezed, but the UWF public definitely cares about what he has to say. Let's take a look.
The Rebellion logo flashes across the screen and we are taken to a shot of O.C.
Camera flashes and shutter clicks can be heard as photographers take shots of Freshly Squeezed just like the one up above. A bunch of reporters vie for the right to ask questions as O.C. himself leans in to speak.
Orange Cassidy: "Listen, I don't have a lot of time here since I want to go and get one of those new Chicken Big Macs so let's try to wrap this quickly."
The reporters are like rabid sharks. Or maybe piranhas. You know, it's hard to tell, since they're not really in the shot. Well, most of them aren't. But then the most intrepid investigative journalist turns up.
Scoops McCallahan: "Orange! Scoops McCallahan here, from the What A Scoop Podcast. How does it feel to know that you'll be heading back to what many regard as the best professional wrestling promotion in the world?"
Orange smirks as he replies.
"You know, I always knew I'd be back."
McCallahan tilts her head.
"Did you though? After your last run with the company, wrestling fans and high-profile staffers thought you were done. You garnered no accolades, you made minimal lasting impact on the UWF as a whole, and Triple H called you – and I quote – "one of the most underwhelming athletes to ever make the big time."
Cassidy laughs.
"You know, coming from Señor Schnozz himself, that's almost an honor. The fact of the matter is, the UWF Universe and the locker room – none of them were ready for me. Not then, and especially not now."
McCallahan adjusts her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose just enough so that she can stare incredulously over them.
"They weren't ready?"
Cassidy nods.
"That's what I said, yep."
McCallahan laughs.
"How could you possibly say that? Did you even have a winning record? You were practically a jo-"
Cassidy cuts her off.
"Shh. Shh-shh, shh shh shh... ssssshhhh. Listen up Renee, because I'm only going to say this once–"
McCallahan interjects.
"Uhm, actually, it's Scoops McCalla-"
Orange does his best Scoops impression, getting extra nasally."
"Uhm ack-shally... You know what, Renee? Fine. You want to do your best cosplay of a real journalist, that's fine, but that doesn't mean you have any actual authority around here. Because if you did, this show would suck. I don't care what Paul "Here to Help Himself" Levesque or anyone else backstage, in the locker room, half a country away, anywhere, thinks about Freshly Squeezed. The fact is, I'm the best, and I've come to the UWF because I want to win the championship and become the King of the World. I might not have a lot of fans, but let me tell you: I'm gonna. Just a matter of time."
With that, O.C. gets up and leaves. Not in a huff or anything. He's too chill for that. He totally takes his time, even finishing his bottle of water with slow sips before he goes. He doesn't take any more questions though. Good job Scoops. You ruined it.
The show heads elsewhere.
The pre-match buzz is palpable in the house when the blistering opening chords of a trash metal classic hit the PA, pulling a fair bit of heat from the stands.
Tony Chimel: Introducing, from Woodstock, Georgia and weighing in at 230 pounds, The Second-Generation Stud, Bronson STEINER!!!
Steiner wastes no time. There's money to be made, after all. The big man marches right down to the ring, jogs up the ring steps, walks along the apron and enters without scraping his boots. He foregoes all theatrics except a simple gesture as though he is snapping a piece of lumber, but it's clear the implication is he plans to break whatever opponent stands in the other corner when the bell rings.
Steiner then heads to his corner and does his pre-match stretches to limber up.
Chimel: And his opponent, already in the ring. From Las Vegas, weighing 251 pounds. He is the "Thrillbilly." Silas MASON!!!
Much booing for the man who has allowed himself to become Leyton Buzzard's lackey in recent weeks, but he flips off the fans before turning to face Bronson and sizing up his foe. The bell rings.
DING DING!
Immediately, Steiner whips across the ring and downs Mason with a brutal lariat. He pulls the Thrillbilly off the canvas into a grapple, then forces him into a number of heavy knee lifts to the gut that leave Mason doubled over, before the Second-Generation Stud clasps his hands together and clubs Mason on the spine with a double ax handle, sending him hard to the canvas. Steiner bends and gets a hold around Mason's waist, then deadlifts the man straight into a neck-popping German suplex to another pop from the fans, who are happy to watch the Bristol-Born Bastard's stooge getting some comeuppance. Mason writhes on the canvas as Steiner kips up, pumped, and pulls down the straps on his doublet before performing his "snap" taunt and roaring for the benefit of the crowd.
Tom Phillips: Bronson Steiner here is fired up and Silas Mason is already in trouble.
Corey Graves: I just hope that Bron understands Mason is just a man doing a job. He's gotta get paid.
Mauro Ranallo: As something of a hired gun himself, I think Bronson Steiner is in a better place to understand Silas' position than most. The question is whether, after so many cheap shots and sneak attacks in recent weeks from Mason, he even cares.
Steiner turns to find Mason using the ropes to get back up. Silas reaches his vertical base and steps forward, but as he does, he does so into an EXPLOSIVE Spear from Steiner! Mason goes down wheezing as Steiner transitions to a full mount and just starts pummeling his undefended face with fists. The referee urges Bronson to break it up, even starting a count on him, and reaches a full four out of five seconds before Steiner relents. Bron stands and steps away for a second, rabid as the dog Buzzard has been calling him for weeks, while the cameras get a good look at Silas' bloodied, pummeled face.
Graves: Well so much for understanding.
Phillips: Hey, Steiner isn't paid by the hour. His offence might not be pretty, but it's effective.
Bronson again presses the attack as he moves in and just starts stomping on Mason's chest cavity. Silas thrashes about as each blow lands, 10 in all, and then rolls out of the ring to try to get some separation – and maybe a breath. He walks away from the ring, but when he turns back he does so into a suicide dive from the Second-Generation Stud!
Ranallo: TOPE SUICIDA!
Steiner is right back up, and he brings Mason with him with a fistful of the Thrillbilly's hair. "You still think I'm a dog, huh? How does it feel to be my bitch, Mason?" Steiner asks, before throwing the man mercilessly into the steel ring steps, dislodging the top one with the impact of his shoulder. Steiner doesn't relent, grabbing his hair again and hauling Mason to hands and knees, then repeatedly smashing his busted face on the top of the steel step until it's smeared crimson. The ref hits 6 on the count out before Steiner rolls Mason's limp body back in the ring and then goes fishing under it for a table – much to the fans' delight, though the official offers a stern warning as Steiner slides the table into the ring and enters after it.
Phillips: Steiner introducing a foreign object here – that could get him disqualified!
Graves: I don't think he much cares, Phillips.
Steiner grabs the table and props it in the corner. He turns to find Mason crawling to the corner opposite, but Bron approaches him and punts him in the ribs, forcing Mason onto his ass. Silas, propped on one elbow, is pleading with Steiner to show some mercy. Bronson simply wags his finger, so Mason goes for a low blow! But Steiner has it scouted and catches the fist, then turns it out and hauls Mason to his feet, up into a spinebuster lift. In one fluid motion, Steiner turns and surges, dropping Mason brutally with a ~STEINBUSTAH~!!! through the table! Wooden splinters fly this way and that as the referee immediately calls for the bell, but the damage is done as Mason lies in the wreckage of the table.
Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Steiner just put Mason through a table!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, by Disqualification:
SILAS MASON!
Mason isn't left in those splinters for long, though. Steiner grabs an ankle and pulls him to the middle of the ring, then rolls him over with a boot.
Graves: Oh, come on, Bron, this isn't necessary! That man probably has a family!
Steiner stomps on Mason's spine, then sits down and locks in the Steiner Recliner, pulling back with maximum torque. Mason starts screaming in agony and hammering the canvas in submission. The official tries to pull Steiner free, but his grip is locked in and he's not relenting. He damn near breaks the Thrillbilly in half before Mason passes out in the submission, then releases the hold, letting Silas' face fall lifelessly to the canvas. Steiner stands up as the fans buzz, a little stunned as they might have just witnessed the end of a man's whole career. Steiner throws his arms up, then spits on Mason's downed body as he drops to one knee and grabs a fistful of his hair, lifting his unconscious mug up for the benefit of the cameras to get sight of the blood.
"See that, Leyton? That's gonna be you at Wrestlemania, you piece of shit!" Steiner jaws off to the cameras. The show moves along as he climbs a turnbuckle and celebrates.
One last ride....Part 1
Suddenly the lights begin to darken and flicker…
The fans in attendance rise in anticipation for the arrival of Danhausen. Within moments the former Intercontinental Champion takes to the stage, but it appears as though he is dressed for more than just an acknowledging appearance, as full cape and wrestling tights are on display as he starts to make his way down the ramp. After dishing out a few high fives to fans in passing, Danhausen grabs a microphone from a technician and hops up onto the ring apron before entering through the middle rope. As the music fades out, Danhausen takes a moment to soak in some chants of his name before addressing why he is here tonight.
Danhausen
From those of your faces that Danhausen can see, it would seem like there is a general impression of surprise going around, yes? For why oh why is Danhausen dressed like he is ready to compete tonight, when he is only a matter of hours away from one of the biggest matches of his Ultimate Wrestling career? For one very simple reason, the reprobates that Danhausen is going to have the misfortunate of competing against in this match still do not believe that Danhausen measures up to them on any level. Despite the fact that he has proven his worth on countless occasions and shown that on his day, he can indeed tangle and hang with the best of them. And so to prove a point to both MXC and False King Edward on both a pride and ability standpoint, Danhausen is here tonight in order to issue an open challenge to absolutely anyone that thinks they have what it takes to tussle with a former Intercointinental Champion and Cryme Tyme Medal holder, and when they fall short, Danhausen will then take the momentum gained from tonight and carry it over to the match at Wrestlehausen, where he will regain that what he lost at the Monarch Earthquake and finally prove to those that still continue to doubt and demean him that he is exactly what he has always claimed to be and more. So enough with the convershausens, to whoever back there is feeling brave enough to go toe to toe with Danhausen, come on out and prepare to become part of history!
With his message delivered, Danhausen tosses the microphone out of the ring and unhooks his cape before throwing it aside as well. With the levels of intrigue beginning to build around the arena as to who will answer the open challenge, Danhausen begins to pace back and forward, with his eyes fixed completely on the entrance ramp area. Suddenly the arena lighting changes and a picture of a sword appears on the arena tron, followed by a chain of messages...
Long have you doubted my Determination
But I have come back for more than just Revenge
And whilst I intend to silence some unruly Egos
My ultimate goal is to Win
My absence has only increased my Might
And one day I will become Champion
Because I bring that extra level of Intensity
That doesn’t come through playing Nice
Now I know it is my Time
And I do not intend to Yield
Behold my newly forged road to Redemption
Where I will show you all the meaning of true Evil
As the sentences come to a close. The sword suddenly catches fire, and the final words from each of the messagess show up on screen again and begin to form their own unique reveal.
Determination
Revenge
Egos
Win
Might
Champion
Intensity
Nice
Time
Yield
Redemption
Evil
DREW MCINTYRE
A cheer which rivals the sort that Danhausen is used to fills the arena as fans rise in anticipation for the surprising return of Drew McIntyre to the UWF. Slowly and with menace, the Scotsman walks out onto the stage and takes a good look at his surroundings before turning his focus directly towards the ring, and the one that is currently standing in it.
As McIntyre begins his walk down the ramp, his eyes are now firmly fixed on Danhausen only, who appears to be returning the favour and is refusing to look directly anything other than what is coming towards him. Once McIntyre reaches the ring steps, he makes the short climb and enters through the middle rope. The music comes to a close, but there’s no motion for a microphone. Instead McIntyre marches right up to Danhausen and gives him the coldest of cold stares. Danhausen, with the slight height disadvantage, looks up at the man who has appears to have answered his challenge, but is showing no signs of fear or hesitation himself. With eyes still fixed on McIntyre, Danhausen raises his arm and signals with his hand for a referee to enter the ring so that the challenge proceedings may get underway. After a few seconds a referee enters and motions for the bell to start the contest.
DING DING DING!
Fans cheer for the beginning of this impromptu match, but neither Danhausen nor McIntyre make any immediate move to break their stare off. Another half a dozen seconds or so pass by before Danhausen takes a deep breath and raises his arm again, only this time the other one follows, indicating only one thing…
Tom Phillips: I think you know by now what this means folks!
As the arms go up, the hands start to adjust, and with a quick flick, Danhausen applies the trademark cursing pose to McIntyre, which draws a mighty pop from the crowd. As Danhausen lets out a snarl to accompany it, McIntyre breaks eye contact to look at the arm placements, seeming to indicate that he is completely unaffected by the motion that has helped Danhausen overcome so many others in the past. Danhausen checks his own arms and in a state of worry seems to wonder why it isn’t working. But before he can quickly come up with a plan B, McIntyre levels him with a thunderous Glasgow Kiss.
Mauro Ranallo: Good grief! What earthshattering impact!
Corey Graves: Oh how long I have waited for someone to do that to Danhausen. Beautiful!
There is an element of shock around the entire building now as fans in attendance watch in a state of disbelief as McIntyre stands over Danhausen, who is down on all fours and trying to regain his senses. McIntyre takes a moment to unclip his jacket and throw it to one side before returning to watch Danhausen struggle to recompose himself. As he watches on for a good ten seconds or so, the very nice, very evil one attempts to get back to his feet and tries to use his opponent’s left leg as a method of support, but McIntyre appears unwilling to provide and instead hoists Danhausen back up himself with both hands before forcibly dragging him over the corner turnbuckle. From there McIntyre begins to deliver a number of blows with his right hand to the side of Danhausen’s head, who just can’t seem to find a way out. As the referee looks to make an interjection, McIntyre eases off and backs away for a moment. The crowd voice their displeasure at his actions, but their negative sounds do not seem to have any effect as he slowly walks towards the opposite turnbuckle. As the referee finishes his check on Danhausen, McIntyre looks to deliver a charged speed attack with him still in the corner, but at the last second Danhausen miraculously ducks out of the way, forcing McIntyre to connect hard with the turnbuckle pad which takes some of the wind out of his sails and livens the crowd’s mood considerably.
Tom Phillips: A last ditch play from Danhausen to get himself out of harm’s way, and perhaps now he’s found a way to get this one back in his favor.
Seeing a moment to capitalise, Danhausen returns to his feet and uses the ropes to help deliver a high kick to McIntyre’s upper back. Whilst not enough to take the Scotsman down, it still appears to have had a solid effect. But as Danhausen prepares to execute another one, no sooner does McIntyre turn around and level him with a vicious lariat. With Danhausen floored again, McIntyre begins to stomp away at him, before he kicks him onto his side and begins to push his boot firmly down on Danhausen’s head in a seeming attempt to crush his skull. As Danhausen spends several seconds yelling out in pain, the referee once again feels the need to interject and warns McIntyre that he will issue a count if he doesn’t release the pressure.
Tom Phillips: We’ve seen Danhausen take plenty of punishment in all the time that we’ve been watching him compete, but I don’t recall it ever coming in as quick and painful as the way McIntyre is currently inflicting it upon him.
Corey Graves: It’s a welcoming feeling for sure, don’t you agree Phillips?
McIntyre releases his boot from Danhausen’s head, but more so out of a desire to do further damage in a different manner rather than agreeing to the referee’s commands. As the referee once again goes to check on Danhausen’s condition, McIntyre shoves him out of the way in order to deliver a string of hooks to the head and body, with each shot hitting even harder by the look and sound of it. McIntyre then grabs Danhausen by both legs and with sheer raw power flips him up and over into the inverted Alabama Slam. Danhausen once again yells out in pain as McIntyre takes a moment to look on at his opponent in a cold manner.
Mauro Ranallo: It pains me to say it, but if this keeps up then Danhausen may be at severe risk of not making it to the triple threat match at Wrestlemania.
Corey Graves: Well if that’s the case then it’s his own damn fault for issuing an open challenge the night before!
As McIntyre stands over Danhausen, who despite taking a pretty quick and brutal beating is still showing signs of life, McIntyre drags him across to the ropes before flipping him over and dropping down to all fours in order to throttle him with both hands. Boos continue to ring out as McIntyre starts to choke the life out of Danhausen. Once again the referee tries to interject, but the calls to ease off appear to be going in one of McIntyre’s ears and then straight out the other. With no let up in sight, the referee begins to issue his count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
DING DING DING!
YOUR WINNER AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION,
DANHAUSEN!
The bell sounds repeatedly and the referee tries to force McIntyre off of Danhausen’s throat, but there is just no letting up from the Scot. Seeing that he is no match for his strength, the referee signals for other officials to come out and help with the situation.
Mauro Ranallo: McIntyre’s lost the match, but it seems like the only thing he’s concerned with is choking the life outta Danhausen.
Tom Phillips: We need some help out here and we need it fast!
About six or so additional referees and backstage officials come charging down the ramp and slide into the ring in order to assist with getting McIntyre off of Danhausen. After a clear struggle, they manage to pry McIntyre’s glue-like grip off of Danhausen’s throat before pulling him away so that the original match referee can check on the former Intercontinental champion’s condition. But just as it seems like the officials have the situation under control, McIntyre levels one of them with another Glasgow Kiss before knocking the rest of them away with strong hooks. As McIntyre moves back towards the fallen Danhausen, he grabs the referee by his shirt and throws him across the ring before grabbing Danhausen by the throat once again. This time McIntyre grips Danhausen’s throat, but also slams his head back and forth off the mat in disturbing fashion. The intensity of the situation coupled then with officials getting back up to their feet to try and get McIntyre off of him again inadvertently pushes the two competitors through the ropes and to the outside.
Tom Phillips: This nasty situation has spilled out of control, McIntyre just isn’t letting up.
Corey Graves: I gotta say even I’m starting to think this is getting unnecessarily ugly.
The resulting fall manages to free Danhausen from McIntyre’s grip, but before McIntyre can get back up in order to go back at him, he is once again surrounded by officials trying to restrain him. As they try to keep his arms and feet at bay, once again he is able to break free and knocks down everyone stood within touching distance of him. A couple of brave officials go back in for another attempt at restraining him, but they are swiftly meant by stiff kicks that knock them down in a flash. McIntyre yells at everyone else surrounding, almost in a way of telling them to stay back or face the consequences. The Scot lifts the ring apron up and grabs hold of a black led pipe and quickly begins pointing it in the direction of the officials as another warning not to come any closer. The introduction of a foreign object seems to deter them in their efforts, allowing McIntyre to once again focus his attacks on Danhausen, who is still down on the ringside floor and gasping for air. The fact that Danhausen isn’t incapacitated serves to only piss McIntyre off even more it seems, as he takes the pipe and begins to attack Danhausen multiple times with it to every body part within reach. Boos continue to fill the majority of the arena as the assault just doesn’t appear to be coming to a close.
Tom Phillips: Come on Drew, that’s enough! You’ve made your point!
Mauro Ranallo: I hate it to say it Tom, but I don’t think he has…
Just when McIntyre eases off the clubbing blows with the pipe and a minor sense of relief begins to fill the arena, it quickly disappears as he once again drops down in order to choke out Danhausen, only this time he’s got the pipe wrapped firmly around his neck instead. Whatever life Danhausen had left in him fades within no more than ten seconds, and all McIntyre can do is continue to yell in anger, not even taking a sense of pride in the foul work he is committing. To the surprise of many, McIntyre releases the pipe and throws it to one side, but before anyone can even think to run in and check on Danhausen, McIntyre picks him up from the floor and throws him a foot through the air and into the barricade in violent fashion. Danhausen’s inability to defend himself gives the nearby officials just reason to call for even more support to try and bring an end to the situation, but with nothing immediately forthcoming, McIntyre props Danhausen up again and without any hesitation, connects the side of his right elbow with Danhausen’s forehead, this time busting him open. At this point, McIntyre takes the time to watch as blood starts to mix in amongst the smudged black and white facepaint, but any feint hope that a sense of remorse might be coming in to play is quickly wiped out, as McIntyre hoists Danhausen up and carrys him a few feet before powerslamming him through the announcers table, with Graves, Phillips and Ranallo surrounding the immediate mess having not been able to completely flee in time.
Tom Phillips: Damn it, no!
Corey Graves: Drew, you gotta call time man!
Mauro Ranallo: Please Drew, have a damn heart!
As McIntyre takes a step back to look down upon his destructive work, security guards run down and effectively form a protective shield that covers Danhausen’s fallen body from all angles in order to try and keep McIntyre away. As nearby medical personnel move in to check on Danhausen, McIntyre seems to indicate that he’s had his fill for the night, as he turns away from the mess and begins to make his way towards the ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: At last the officials appear to have some control of the situation, but by the looks of it I’d say it’s too little, too late!
Tom Phillips: I can’t get my head around what we’ve just witnessed. Doctors are tending to Danhausen as best they can, but looking at him in this way, I genuinely fear for his Wrestlemania status.
The silence from Graves following his colleagues sharing their thoughts speaks volumes, as it seems even he as one of Danhausen’s biggest critics is in a state of shock over what has just happened to him. As a stretcher is rushed to the scene in order to load Danhausen up, McIntyre walks up the ramp to the stage and turns round to observe the destruction he caused from a distance. A host of boos and chants along the lines of “You Suck!” and “Fuck You Drew!” ring out around the arena, but the Scotsman just continues to look around cold fashion for a dozen seconds or so, before making his way through the curtain as the camera feed cuts out.
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We head back to the ring, the announcers are ready to tell us more about tonight and this Sunday's festivities.
Tom Phillips: Welcome back to Rebellion. What a night its been so...
L..A Knight!
Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips! We're about to be in the presence of a star.
"Knight Vision" hits and I guess it's time for the Open Challenge that LA Knight was talking about earlier. It doesn't take long for Knight to swagger out from the back. Of course, he receives jeers from the audience. It doesn't matter to him. He stands on the stage and just reminds everyone that is booing him, exactly who he is.
Knight continues to saunter down the ramp towards the ring. He leaps onto the apron before climbing to the top rope and throwing up the trademark "LA" hand sign.
Knight jumps down into the ring. He heads to the far side and demands a microphone from the technician.
LA Knight: Alright, alright, alright, dummies! 'Ya know why L...A....Knight is out here so...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
LA Knight: L...A....Knight knows there's got to be at least one person with some testicular fortitude that wants to come out here and have 15 seconds of fame with "The Million Dollar Megastar".
Knight pauses...waiting for someone to come out and answer his challenge.
LA Knight: Come on now, L...A....Knight is itching for a fight. And L...A....Knight does not want to wait til Sunday. L...A....Knight knows all of 'ya can't be cowards. First, L...A...Knight has been disrespected by Kyle O'Reilly and now L...A....Knight is being let down by the entire roster? Gotta say, ol' L...A....Knight is disappointed. Damn, all those men in the back and 'ya are telling me that 'ya scared? Well, I guess if I was y'all, I would be scared too. Why would 'ya wanna go one on one with the next holder of the Prime Time Medal?
Corey Graves: WHAT!?
The propulsive, enthusiastic, downright bombastic brass and woodwind's of the best band to ever blow'em hums through the PA, sonically sprawling out over the arena like the sun rising at dawn. It ain't the evening news, it ain't Sunday football - the anthemic horns serve to welcome the one and only...
Kyle O'Reilly's sister makes her way out onto the stage. She has in her possession both Kyle's Hollywood Championship and Prime Time Medal. The fans begin chanting her name while her and LA Knight have a tense staredown. Bayley pulls a microphone out of her back pocket as the music begins to fade.
Bayley: Okay, listen up, dweeb. We're all sick and tired of listening to you talk. I'm tired of your stupid face. Your bad spray tan and your $5 Supercuts haircut.
The fans laugh and cheer, signaling that they agree with her.
Bayley: For months, I've had to listen to you week in and week out talk about being this Megastar and making sexual advances in my direction. Get it through your thick skull, I would NEVER be with you.
Bayley: But I will tell you what I will do. I want you to understand something you loser. This Sunday, my big brother will kick your ass...
The fans pop again. They really want to see O'Reilly kill Knight.
Bayley: But tonight....it's MY turn!
And with that, Bayley begins walking towards the ring. LA Knight is visibly confused. He speaks up as Bayley continues storming towards him.
LA Knight: Listen here, sweet cheeks. L...A....Knight knows he's going to beat 'ya idiot brother this Sunday, and that upsets 'ya. But this ain't going to happen.
Bayley enters the ring as Knight continues.
LA Knight: Plus, if we're being honest, L...A...Knight figured we'd be having a different type of wrestling match.
Bayley doesn't even react. She just walks up to Knight and immediately knees him in the testicles.
Corey Graves: That was uncalled for!
Tom Phillips: Uncalled for? After everything he's said and done to this woman.
Knight drops to his knees and grabs his groin. He's struggling for breath. He's in a bad way.
Bayley: You going to fight me now, chump?
Knight can barely breathe, let alone speak. The official in the ring checks on Knight and asks him what he wants to do. Knight just motions to ring the bell.
Mauro Ranello: And I think this match is going to be official.
Knight manages to get to his feet just as the referee calls for the bell.
DING
DING
DING
Tom Phillips: I can't believe this is happening.
As soon as the bell rings, Bayley charges Knight and takes him to the ground with a double leg takedown. Bayley is on top of LA Knight, and not in the way Knight would have ever envisioned. It's your typical ground and pound with Bayley dropping bombs as LA Knight tries to cover up.
Mauro Ranello: Bayley coming out like a house of fire.
Knight finally has enough and shoves Bayley off of him. Both competitors get to their feet at the same time and Bayley immediately meets Knight with a knee to the gut. As Knight doubles over, Bayley tosses him towards the far corner. As Knight's back hits the turnbuckle, Bayley charges in but Knight sidesteps. Bayley hits the top turnbuckle pad chest first and Knight sneaks up behind her and rolls her up...
1...
2...
Bayley kicks out!
Once again, both Knight and Bayley get back to their feet at the same time. And Bayley catches him with a back elbow to the face...
Tom Phillips: LA Knight hasn't gotten any momentum whatsoever.
Corey Graves: He's a gentlemen Phillips. He doesn't want to beat up the belle of the ball.
Bayley looks to go back on the offensive. She spins Knight around, but out of nowhere, Knight lifts her off and feet and gives her a huge scoop slam. Bayley hits the canvas hard and Knight goes for another cover...
1...
2...
Bayley kicks out again!
As she kicks out, Bayley rolls over to the corner. She sits there, a little stunned that Knight actually hit her with an offensive move. As she's catching her breath and contemplating her thoughts, Knight continues to stalk her. He makes his way over to her and as she's sitting there, he just shakes his head. He tells her "I didn't want to do this sweet cheeks, but 'ya forced my hand." And with that, Knight stomps her in the chest...
Tom Phillips: What is wrong with this guy?!
After the first stomp, Knight screams out "DUMMY! YEAH!". He stomps her a second time and again screams "DUMMY! YEAH!". And then he stomps her a third time, once more yelling "DUMMY! YEAH". After the third stomp, Knight saunters away to the center of the ring and throws up his "LA" hand signal; obviously feeling in full control.
Mauro Ranello: LA Knight's ego is only matched by his selfishness.
After flexing a little, Knight looks to go back on the attack. But as he looks to go on the offensive, Bayley charges out of the corner and takes Knight down with a clothesline. Knight bumps but gets back up almost immediately and Bayley catches him one more time. Knight bumps but again gets up and as he does, Bayley leaves her feet and snaps off a standing hurricanrana...
Corey Graves: Oh My God, Bayleycanrana!! She's going to do this!!
Bayley quickly goes for a cover...
1...
2...
Knight kicks out!
As soon as he kicks out, Knight rolls to the outside. He's trying to get away from a woman that he's spent months trying to get close to. Oh, the irony. Bayley won't have it now and immediately runs the ropes and dives through the middle one, taking Knight down with a suicide dive. The fans go crazy as Bayley stands up and screams at the top of her lungs. Bayley grabs Knight by the head and throws him back into the ring. She gets on the apron and immediately leaps over the top rope, dropping in elbow into Knight's heart. The Good Guy then goes for another cover...
1...
2...
Knight kicks out again!
As Knight kicks out, Bayley backs into the near corner. She begins stomping her feet. One stomp, two stomp, red stomp, blue stomp. And as Knight starts getting up, Bayley rushes out the corner...
Corey Graves: She's not going to do this!!
Bayley is going for Step-Sister. But as she charges in, LA Knight catches her with a clothesline that almost takes her head off. Knight staggers back to his feet and stares down at Bayley. He motions that it's over...
Corey Graves: And now this ends.
Knight goes to lift Bayley up, but as he does, she surprises him. She wraps both arms around his waist and hits an out of nowhere Belly to Belly Suplex...
Tom Phillips: Bayley to Belly!! Bayley to Belly! She hit it!
After hitting her finish, Bayley hooks the leg and goes for the win...
1...
2...
3...NO!! Knight kicks out!
Mauro Ranello: MAMA MIA!
Bayley stares at the referee, who responds by holding up 2 fingers. She decides to stay on the offensive. Leaving through the middle rope, she walks the apron and begins to climb to the top rope. She's looking to put the nail in the coffin right now...
Tom Phillips: Bayley looking for the Home Run shot.
As Bayley reaches the top rope, out of nowhere, LA Knight rushes and climbs from the canvas to the top rope to meet Bayley. As he reaches the top, he throws her arm over his shoulder and takes her down with a ring-shattering top rope superplex!
Tom Phillips: Oh My God!
Bayley is done! Although she has had most of the offense in this match, that last move took her out. Across the ring, Knight is using the ropes to pull himself up. He can barely stand without collapsing but he makes it to his feet. He looks over at Bayley and realizes he has to end this now. He stumbles over to her before lifting her to a knee. He throws her over his shoulder and onto his back; with her head facing the ground...
Tom Phillips: Don't do this Knight!
Almost as if it was an act of defiance to Tom Phillips, Knight leaves his feet and spikes Bayley's head into the mat with the Gravy Train! Knight hits his finish and hooks Bayley's near leg, even though she's most certainly out...
1...
2...
Corey Graves: Just stay down, Bayley!
3...
DING
DING
DING
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, LA Knight!
Knight's music plays again. He's exhausted, but staggers to his feet. The referee raises his arm and Knight mouths the words "What The F$$$?" Knight prepares to leave, a little embarrassed, a little beat up, but victorious.
Tom Phillips: LA Knight may have made things worse with this match. Kyle O'Reilly is not going to be happy...
Knight is about to leave, but he stops himself. He turns around and looks down at the beaten Bayley. He slowly starts walking towards her...
Mauro Ranello: What does this sick man have on his mind?
Knight stands over Bayley, just staring down at her. She really is out of it. Knight drops to a knee and after contemplating it for a second, he plants a big, fat kiss directly on her lips....
Tom Phillips: Oh My God! He's sick!
The fans begin to boo and curse as Knight is making out with an unconscious Bayley. The kiss goes on for seconds, as do the boos. Until, they turn into cheers...
Corey Graves: Here comes O'Reilly!
Big brother is here to make the save. Knight hears the cheers and knows O'Reilly is coming. He quickly slides out the ring as O'Reilly slides in. Knight books it through the timekeeper's area. O'Reilly goes to check on his sister, who is finally starting to come to. With Bayley seemingly okay, O'Reilly heads to the middle turnbuckle and stares down LA Knight...
Corey Graves: This rivalry has become extremely personal! These two men will go to war this Sunday at WrestleMania with the Prime Time Medal hanging in the balance.
Rebellion goes off the air as Knight and O'Reilly continue to stare each other down.
END OF SHOW
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