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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 1:21:35 GMT -6 mrleedles, Dres, and 3 more like this

Post by Danny on Apr 14, 2023 1:21:35 GMT -6

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

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

Tom Phillips: It's the first show after Wrestlemania and guys what a Wrestlemania it was.

Corey Graves: Scores were settled, careers were ended and new champions have been crowned, none greater than the new UWF Champion, Trevor Lee

Tom Phillips: Well I wasn't a fan of how he did it but-

With the opening of Revolution coming to quite an abrupt halt, both our commentators and the fans in the arena are left in the dark, both figuratively and literally, as to what is happening. To add onto things, a rather angelic, yet also obviously electronic, hum begins to build throughout the arena. As an additional mechanical sound kicks through, a single light would finally shine down on the entrance stage, as a hole appears to open from right in the middle of it all. Then, slowly, as the beat hammering through the arena does the same, a man would rise from deep down below, one clad all in white. One with robes flowing off their body, giving them quite a heavenly appearance. One with a massive smile on his face, as He looks up towards the sky. One who is carrying with him...the UWF World Heavyweight Championship.

"THE ROAD I WALK IS PAVED IN GOLD"
"TO GLORIFY MY PLATINUM SOUL"'

And it is only as the lyrical start of "Don't Stop" by innerpartysystem plays through the arena that the lights return to their state of normalcy, and the fans rain down vitriol and scorn upon one man and one man alone - Mister Trevor Lee.

Tony Chimel: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING THE NEWWWWWWWWWW UWF WORRRRRLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...MISTER TREVOR LEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

With that big ol' southern-style smile on his face, Trevor Lee would be basking in this moment, as heat radiates off from all sides, He takes it like nothing more than a warm summer breeze. After all, folks...he did it. He holds the championship, He holds the power, He has gone TO THE MOON and back, and now? Now is the time for celebration, as Trevor gets into the ring and spins his way to the center, before taking the microphone away from Tony Chimel.

Trevor Lee: "Well, well, well, well, well.....would ya' look at this-"

With a look out to the crowd, Trevor Lee would proudly display his latest accomplishment, holding up the UWF World Championship for all to see.

Letting the crowd jeer him once more, Lee would slowly lower the title, not even waiting for them to die down before continuing onwards.

Trevor Lee: "I tol' ya'...I tol' all y'all that come Wrestlemania, I woul' do what I said I'd do ever since I was still holdin' onto that there U-Dubya-Eff Television Title. I 'ave stripped away the ol' king from his throne, an' now, it is I who stans' 'fore y'all not as ya' new king...but as ya' new God..."

Lee outstretches his arms, basking once more in the hatred, before hoisting the World Championship onto his shoulder.

Trevor Lee: "An' as the new God o' professional 'rasslin, I feel it's only fittin' for me to come on down 'ere an' give y'all jus' a lil' taste o' how things are gonna' be, now that I am the man standin' atop the mountain. Ya' see, I ain't goin' to lie to ya' fine folk...mos' people in my position, after ascendin' on up to becomin' the God o' professional 'rasslin that I am now, they would act merciful towards those beneath them. They would turn the other cheek on past grievances, an' simply enjoy their moment at the top for exactly what it is..."

Lee stops for a few moments, before that venomous smirk emerges.

Trevor Lee: "...But folks, I ain't like mos' people."

Lee begins to pace around the ring.

Trevor Lee: "Ya' see, folks, I may be known to y'all as a kind, gentlemanly mayor o' a small lil' town called Harlan, Kentucky, but truth be told? Well...I can be known to hol' a few grudges from time to time."

Of course, with this blatantly obvious statement being made with the thought that these people somehow DIDN'T know this, Lee continues to be booed out of the building, but He raises his hands in defense as He stops in his tracks.

Trevor Lee: "Now, come on folk, it ain't like this is somethin' that y'all don't do ya'selves! I mean, 'til recently, we all were merely human! It is in y'all's nature to hol' onto grudges! I'm jus' 'ere, admittin' to another sin from my past life, 'fore I go on ahead wit' my first true call bein' made as the God o' professional 'rasslin!"

How it can possibly get worse is not something many can tell you...but the booing gets worse. This isn't just heat, this is...advanced heat.

Trevor Lee: "BUT, BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT, BUT...that done gone brought me to my poin' 'ere tonight. Ya' see, I ADMIT that I hol' some grudges still, but I am not an unreasonable God! Nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah, I ain't unreasonable! An' that is why, as both ya' NEW U-Dubya-Eff Worl' Heavyweight Champion, AN' as the God o' professional 'rasslin that I am, I am openin' the floor on up 'ere to any an' all who have wronged me wit' the opportunity o' a lifetime!"

Trevor turns towards the entrance ramp, outstretching his free arm.

Trevor Lee: "I am offerin' for any o' y'all out there in the back, whether ya' wronged me or nah, to come on out 'ere, an' offer TRIBUTE to ya' new God o' professional 'rasslin, so that ye' may be spared from the wrath o' Lee~!"

Now outstretching his other arm, Trevor would patiently await for whatever may be offered his way...

As if there wasn't enough heat to melt the polar ice caps, Sami Zayn comes out from the back bobbing his head and trying to dance a bit but he's clearly a little banged up from his Deathmatch at Wrestlemania. He just smiles and dances through the pain as best he can as he makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring and pulls a mic of from somewhere, nobody is really sure how he does it. He looks at Lee and puts his hand on his heart like a proud father. The music dies down and Sami raises the mic to speak.

Sami Zayn: Well how's it going there Mr. Mayor? I just wanted to come on out here and be the first to congratulate you on your momentous achievement. I told you when we first had out match together that you were destined for big things and I was right. I could have stopped your momentum dead in it's track but I knew that with the target painted on my back, it would be very difficult to get to the UWF Championship and so I went ahead and took a bullet for you. I kept these lower class wrestlers out of the way and let you ascend onto the main event where I just knew you could defeat Shark Boy.

You can barely make out that last sentence because the crowd is just booing so hard at the sheer audacity of Zayn's comments as if it was all a master plan.

Sami Zayn: Now I was hoping that you could probably talk to EC3 about giving the world a huge main event. Wrestlemania is cool and all but everyone knows that Backlash is where it's at. What better match to have than the two titans of UWF squaring off for the second biggest prize in wrestling right next to the Forever Championship. You said it yourself a few months back, it would be the best match of all time!

Sami looks out to the crowd as if they're going to give them a standing ovation but it's all thumbs down and screaming as that's probably the last thing they want to see.

Sami Zayn: And look, it's not just me trying to use our friendship as some sort of leverage. There's a reason why I've always been fighting with top tier talent. I'm simply the best pure wrestler in professional wrestling history. In the past few months, I've beaten 2 guys on UWF's Mount Rushmore multiple times, I've helped raise a new crop of talented individuals who will rule the UWF some day, I put a evil man pretending to be a family man on the shelf and I just ended the career of the former #1 contender. I've cleared the field of all would be challengers to the throne. Plus I did it all by myself! I didn't need El Generico and La Luchadora to help me. At Wrestlemania, I even told Young Willy to stay in the back because I had to take care of business myself!

The crowd knows Zayn is full of shit as evidence by him begging Ospreay to help him at Wrestlemania.

Sami Zayn: Sami Zayn is never not at the top of his game and yet month after month, year after year, I have to jump through hoops just to get a title opportunity. No more! You can be the change you want to see in the world Trevor. You have the power to give the people not what they want, but what they deserve. Trevor Lee vs Sami Zayn for the UWF Cham-

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME

Sami's words are cut off by the phrase that heralds only one man. The Rated R Superstar. The Ultimate Opportunist. The Family Man. But most importantly, a man who reeks of awesomeness. As the bassline kicks in, the crowd all stand, craning their bodies towards the stage as out from the back he arrives. No smoke, no pyro, no theatrics, just a death look in his eyes locked on one man as he walks onto the stage. Written on his face is the look of a quarterback down big in the fourth quarter, knowing he's got one chance to stay alive in this game and he's about to throw the biggest pass of his season, maybe even his career. He raises the microphone to his mouth to heave his Hail Mary.

Edge
What the people deserve is seeing you get your ass handed to you on a silver platter, Sami.

Edge gets a big pop for his threat to the other loud mouthed Canadian in the arena. The reaction emboldens Edge to not just continue speaking, but continue his path down to the ring.

Edge
And as much as I would love to do that, right here, right now in front of UWF Universe, I'm going to do something that you'd never think of yourself. I'm going to make a smart decision.

By now, Edge is up the steps and as he states this, he steps through the ropes into the ring, giving the UWF Universe ample time to cheer. Once inside the ring, Edge looks over at the current UWF Champion, Trevor Lee and lets his eyes wander to the UWF Championship in his grasp, a glint of envy shining in his eyes. He nods to the champion before turning his attention back to Zayn.

Edge
And that smart decision, is to mix business with pleasure. I WANT nothing more than to beat you so badly your jaw is wired shut, saving all of us from hearing your constant 'conspiracy theories' about being held down by the fans or EC3 or the UWF. You know Sami, when something complains that so many people are doing the same thing to someone, eventually you have to look into a mirror and realize that the only person holding you down or back is yourself. You are your own worst enemy, instead of just simply putting your nose down to the grindstone and letting your actual skills and talent do the work, you always look for the easy way out. Not the easy way to victory, but the easy way to avoid doing anything of benefit to your career. Always looking for someone else to jump your opponent, always looking for someone else to hand you an opportunity. That's the difference between you and I. Even when I'm looking for shortcuts and advantages, I'm still willing to fight the fight it puts me in. I make my bed and I lie in it. No squirming and bargaining when push comes to shove. So you want to brag about all of your "accomplishments" to our new champ to try and be handed an opportunity? Maybe make good on those statements because that man you "put on the shelf"? He's standing right here in front of you. Still breathing, still under contract, and newly cleared for a fight.

Edge lowers the microphone as he stares down Zayn which riles up the crowd...but the staredown does not last long as Edge turns back towards the UWF Championship...and the man holding it.

Edge
Congratulations on your victory, Mr. Lee. At the Royal Rumble and then at Wrestlemania, I truly mean it. But if I recall, your path to the World Title could've been shorter, had it not been for one man. So while you may be the champion now, the last time you and I shared a ring, it was me with my hand raised when the bell rung. It was me who went on to win the King of the Ring by beating the same man you just did to win that title. So while Sami Zayn lays claim to beating everyone around you on the mountain's slope, I lay claim to beating the man standing at its summit. Not only that, but there's one thing I never got after losing my title and that is a proper rematch. So while I WANT to beat Sami Zayn until his entire body is as red as his hair, there's one thing in this business that I NEED and you're the one holding it. After losing to Shark Boy I held off on simply cashing in on my rematch, but after Sami forced me to miss out on Wrestlemania, I figure there's no better time than the present. It's been put off long enough and after I shut up Sami Zayn I'm marching straight into EC3's office and cas-

GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!

*CRASH*

The sound of shattering glass sends the crowd wild as they all turn to the ramp to see Shark Boy march out onto the stage. Shark Boy looks around at the crowd for a brief moment before making a beeline for the ring. Shark Boy doesn't bother hitting the top rope, instead producing a microphone from his pocket.

Shark Boy: Edge ya mealy mouthed bastard don't you remember the last time you challenged for the UWF title?, I choked your bass out in front of yer whole damn family and if ya keep flappin' yer gums out here talkin' 'bout how you deserve a rematch - I'll do it again right here right now 'cos this shark ain't in much of a mood for talkin' or playin' no damn games.

Shark Boy has a sharp intensity to his voice as he shoots a look over to Sami Zayn

The same goes for you, you red-headed bastard. Well done, ya beat Shark Boy's leftovers at Wrestlemania but let's just cast our minds back to last year at Wrestlemania when Shark Boy whipped your bass on the Grandest Stage of 'Em All. Ya remember that?... well just like I said with Edge, I ain't here to debate, I ain't here to talk, I'm here to stake my claim for being next in line for a shot at the champ over there who better stop lookin' at me with those beady little eyes before I stomp his bass right here right now!...

Shark Boy has a stern look in his eyes as he turns to look at Trevor Lee who grasps his UWF title a little tighter as Shark Boy approaches him.

I don't think I've had the chance to say to ya Trevor, but congratulations. You gave me the worst damn night of my life - ya choked my bass out.. the tables were turned and when I looked up at those lights I knew that I wasn't the UWF Champion anymore and shell yeah that sucks. It sucks a shrimp-load but if Shark Boy's got one mantra in this life it's this... it ain't about how many times you get knocked down - it's about how many times ya get back up and I've proved time and time again that I come harder on the rebound... so Trevor, as far as I'm concerned, I'm next in line - because we've got some unfinished business that we need to settle, there's still some bad blood and I might be standin' here with a bad arm, I might've been choked unconscious last night and yeah, Shark Boy sure did drown his sorrows with some Sharkweisers... but you better believe that I'm next in line and I don't see why we have to wait any damn longer because there ain't one sorry son of a fish in the back that's ahead of ol' Shark Boy in this line...

"They only love you when your dead" plays through out the arena, Leyton Buzzard walks out onto the entrance ramp, He looks at the men around the ring, He lifts the microphone to his lips, He closes his eyes for a mere moment grounding himself, He ignores the pleas for someone to turn off his microphone, and crowd's disdain for the man born from Bristol. He takes a deep breath in as he begins to speak...

Leyton Buzzard: "You men can come out here talkin' about how you deserve next. If my memory serves me correct, I beat you Sharkboy, Also didn't you lose, so get to the back of the line with Edge who I also beat. Oh and Edge you're lucky that Zayn was the one to put you on the shelf because I had the right mind to do it myself. I mean look what happened to Steiner he was paid to take out the Buzzard but he fell to me, You Lee though I take most issue with in this ring, = I came to you in a moment of open and sincere sincerity and you my friend REFUSED to help me. You left me to the dogs as dog food. Yes I burnt your church down but I was merciful and gave you a chance to redeem yourself, Hell I even said if you gave me that one thing, I would leave you alone but you turned your back on me in my hour of need. All you had to do was reach out your hand and I wouldn't of had to come out here. I said to you Lee that I would leave you alone if you just helped me get rid of Steiner, but you pushed me into that corner, The corner of my soul that I didn't know existed."

Buzzard paces back and forth on the ramp as he continues...

Leyton Buzzard: "Edge you learned that the hard way, RIGHT?. Unbeknownst was beginning my transformation right from the moment I took down Christian, I do have to thank you for that. You further guided me down the path that has enlightened me. Than I was able to overcome Sharkboy the man at the top, Something deep inside made me realize this is what I was born to do, I was born to be a new class of wrestler within the UWF. I have beaten legend after legend, Hall of Famers and Future Hall Of Famers, I have beat former champions and champions, It's become what I do. . .

Leyton Buzzard: I will be in your position, Lee, because I had you beat in that structure of hell and ever since than I've proven time and time again one thing, One thing you refused to give me, The one thing you refused to even mutter out of your lips and that is THAT LEYTON BUZZARD IS GODDAMN WORTHY. I AM WORTHY TO BE AMONG YOU AS PEERS even if this things refuse to acknowledge the facts. Lee I don't want next, Hell I don't deserve next because I am next and there is nothing these three could do that I haven't done since I was wronged in THAT STEEL CAGE AT BAD BLOOD.

With all of these people gathering before him, Trevor would look partially stunned, partially confused at the ongoing events. Still though, he raises the microphone once more.

Trevor Lee: "Wronged?"

Wrong choice of words, Leyton...

Trevor Lee: "Have y'all forgotten jus' who ya' sharin' the ring wit' right 'bout now? Ya' sharin' this 'ere ring wit' the GOD O' PROFESSIONAL 'RASSLIN HIMSELF~!"

Aaaaand the heat has returned threefold, perhaps fourfold, as he first looks towards Leyton.

Trevor Lee: "Firs' an' foremost, mista' Buzzard, lemme' jus' clear somethin' righ' on up for ya' - back when ya' asked me to help ya' out wit' what ya' described as a rabid dog problem, yeah? Ya' know what I did when ya' ran off tryin' to escape from 'em like the coward ya' done become? I sent a call off to mista' Andy Williams an' tol' him that, if he ever caught win' o' that Bron Steiner fella' to go an' take care o' him, jus' like ya' wanted! It ain't my fault that he decided to act in my best interests instead by goin' an' causin' mista' Grado to go an' disappear like that!"

Then, that smirking face turns towards Edge.

Trevor Lee: "An' speakin' o' disappearances, mista' Rated-R! Welcome back, ol' pal, how's that there crown treatin' ya', King?"

With that venomous smile lining his face, Lee takes a breath before continuing.

Trevor Lee: "'Cause right now, it's lookin' a lot like ever since ya' done los' this 'ere piece o' gol' sitting 'round my shoulder, ya' done became nothin' more than king nothin' 'round here. Me, on the other han'? Well, I admit it, yeah, ya' beat me in the King o' the Ring tournament all those months ago, but really, mista' Rated-R, did that matter in the en'? I mean, really, did it actually matter? 'Cause from where I'm standin', it's lookin' to me a lot like I'm the one holdin' the gol' while you are the one lackin' the same edge that they had back then. But hey, there's no shame in losin' a few steps in ya' age, after all, least ya' got a lovely family to go runnin' back home to again!"

Having mentioned the man's family, there really isn't much lower that Trevor Lee can go with the Rated-R Superstar...so instead he shifts focus to a man perhaps lower than even himself in some form or fashion...and pulls Sami Zayn in for a big hug!

Trevor Lee: "Ah, mista' Zayn! Mista' Zayn, I gots to tell ya', thank ya' kin'ly for actually comin' on out 'ere an' offerin' some proper tribute to the new God o' professional 'rasslin! I mean, unlike the res' o' these heathens, ya' actually came to me wit' a proper offerin': the career o' mista' Psycho Killer bein' cut off, jus' like it deserved to be back when I beat 'em!"

Of course, just as with Sami's first sentence, this too is barely heard over the deafening boos, but try as they might, they cannot fully overpower his voice for good.

Trevor Lee: "So, mista' Zayn, I gotta' say, I appreciate the offerin' made to me, I truly do, an' hey, good job on doin' it all by yourself, mista' Zayn. But uh, if ya' got a moment to spare, I've got a bigger fish to fry 'fore I go ahead an' give these fans jus' what they deserve, alright?"

Breaking off from Zayn, the smile finally falls from Trevor's face as he comes eye-to-eye with Shark Boy, staring him down...but instead of any words being said, all Mister Trevor Lee does is one thing, and one thing only:

Raise that UWF World Heavyweight Championship right in the face of the FORMER champion, with a wicked smile following suit, as Trevor doesn't even need any words to give a simple message to Shark Boy - "I won."

Ladies and Gentlemen

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A big pop from the crowd as they know exactly what's about to go down as i'm sure anyone would. EC3 walks out onto the stage with a mic in hand and raises it to speak but immediately gets cut off by Sami.

Sami Zayn: No no no! We're not doing this, not again. I'll tell you what's not about to happen. I'm not going to just stand here and let you put me in another multiman match for a number one contendership. I've done this about 50 times in the past and it's always just everyone teaming up to prevent me from getting the win. Ethan, I know you like to make money and nothing would be a bigger match than to see us wrestle it out. Shark Boy needs to get to the back of the line, Edge is just a shell of who he once was and literally nobody cares about Leyton Buzzard. Lee, tell him you choose me.

EC3: While the champion does get some input in who challenges him sometimes, when there's a case to be made from multiple people, it's better to just let fate decide.

Zayn throws his arms up and turns his back on EC3 with his hand on his chin and tapping his foot.

EC3: So tonight in our main event, it's going to be Shark Boy vs Sami Zayn vs Edge vs Leyton Buzzard for the #1 contendership to the UWF Championship.!

The crowd goes wild and all four men look at each other, sizing one another up.

Mauro Ranallo: What a wild start to tonight's program!

Corey Graves: This is a conspiracy to keep both Zayn and Buzzard down!

Tom Phillips: Uh oh who you gonna root for Corey?

Corey Graves: I've recently come to respect Leyton Buzzard a lot but Sami is my ride or die.

Lee looks around at all four men as he stands in the center of them all and raises the title up high, letting them know what's at stake as the show moves on.

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a special video package.

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Kyle went for the pin but before Mauro could finish calling the move, Knight had already kicked out! Kyle once again begins to summon the Dragonzord. Knight is getting to his feet but knows what's going on and instead walks over to the corner. Kyle runs over and delivers a Running Knee Lift in the corner. He turns Knight around and seats him on the top rope and goes up top with him. He hooks both arms and it's looking like we might get an Avalanche Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon. Bayley hops on the apron, wanting to get a front row look at Knight's face when he goes flying backwards. LA however ends up booting her right in the face! She goes tumbling down to the mat and Kyle yells out and asks if she's ok. Knight uses the distraction and starts to fight back with a few elbows to stun Kyle. He spins around and gives Kyle a Headbutt. O'Reilly looks out on his feet and Knight lifts him over his shoulder. He then jumps off to deliver the gravy Train from the top rope! He lands right on Kyle and the ref drops down to make the count!

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . .

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW Prime Time Medalist, LA Knight!

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Having to relive the tragedy of Knight winning the Prime Time Medal has the crowd booing, but they turn on a dime when the video on the big screen switches up to a live feed from backstage and Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley are shown. The Canadian Psycho is taping up his wrists in preparation for his match with Eddie Guerrero while his step-sister is pointing towards a TV monitor - evidently one that just showed them the same clip.

Bayley: See! It was super, super, like... impossibly close. You totally had him. If that Blue-Eyes, Diabetic Dragon from the top rope hit? BOOM! I mean, come on, are you kidding me? He'd still be lying around in that ring trying to wake up.

KO'R: Yeah...

Kyle's response is a passive-aggressive, mumbled one. That doesn't stop The "Good Guy" from trying to cheer him up some more.

Bayley: And yeah, like, obviously it sucks to lose, but you'd totally clown on him in a rematch. And if you don't get one? So what? You've still got the Hollywood Championship, right? And just because you're not in that main event tonight doesn't mean you can't be fighting for that world title some time soon. This week you beat Eddie, next week you beat someone else, then next thing you know, you're the guy on the hot streak all over again!

KO'R: Uh-huh.

Bayley grimaces a bit. Her step-bro is in rough shape and nothing is helping.

Bayley: How's your blood sugar? You want some fruit? How about a banana? Yeah! Yeah that's what you need. Some potassium oughta go a long way. That Guerrero guy is pretty snappy. You gotta get your chemistry on point.

When Kyle doesn't even respond, she nods and doubles down.

Bayley: Yep. One banana, coming right up.

She hurries off down the hall to find such a fruit. Once she's gone, Kyle finishes up with the tape. It looks like maybe he was stretching out the process to avoid conversation. Looking up, his brow then furrows as an uninvited guest strolls in from the other direction.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay
Oiiiiii, mate… Aren’t you that bloke who lost that medal to LA Knight and let him absolutely walk all over your sister and the rest of your family? Kyle O’Reilly was it? It’s a bit pathetic seeing you loaf around while she goes and hurries all over, to and from everywhere - on your behalf - all the while you couldn’t even protect her or your own dignity. But hey, you do you mate, keep forcing her to do the work for you. Gotta have all that energy ready for when you have to fight a washed-up legend like Guerrero, am I right?

Will smirks at Kyle with devious intent, and leans inward to pat him on the back, almost reaching his shoulder before deciding against it. Ospreay gives a small wink and a smile before turning his back, walking away in the opposite direction to where he entered.

Ospreay's stinging words have Kyle ready to start throwing punches, but rather than get into a fight before the fight he's actually supposed to be in tonight, he decides to put all those years of counselling and therapy to good use and walk the other way and blow off some steam.

The Diabetic Dragon doesn't get too far down the hall before he hears a familiar voice calling his name.

Kyle?

O'Reilly pivots to find his once-upon-a-time nWo brothers hanging around in the hallway. For the first time all evening, the dark cloud following him around lifts a little at the sight of his old friends.

KO'R: Oh my friggin gosh. I can't believe it! I thought Vinny Marseglia killed you guys! What are you doing here?

The last time Kyle saw Edge around was May 8th, 2019. Look it up. Edge and Christian exchange confused glances, cause goodness knows, they've been back for a minute now. Two minutes, even. No time to get into all that, though. There's some catching up to do!

Edge
I can't believe we've all been bopping around UWF for all this time and haven't run into each other yet! This is awesome man, it's good to see you, but uhhhh.... dead? I was the UWF Champion like, only a month before you came back. I think we were in the Rumble together too.

Christian
You totally speared him when you came in the match. It was gnarly.

Edge
Oh yeah, that's right. Sorry about that, but you know how it is when that bell rings. So like, Christian and I totally remember why you thought we were dead, like one hundy p. But like, for the benefit of those that are definitely suffering from some post-concussion side effects like memory loss, think you can break down the misconception?

Christian
Ooooo. Nice vocab word.

Edge
Thanks, my daughter's been practicing for a spelling bee so I've been brushing up to help her out. But yeah, a conveniently sponsored flashback sequence may help here. And I think I know just the guy...

I gotchu, lemme just scroll a bit. A little Ctrl C. Then a Ctrl V after I'm done here and some light editing gets us...

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The camera follows as he walks out of the elevator and heads down the hallway. Things zoom in as he starts knocking on the door with his axe. No answer. He starts knocking more aggressively. No answer. He knocks even more aggressively and this time, Edge can be heard on the other side of the door getting frustrated.

Edge: Look, virgin boy, I told you to leave the...

Edge freezes as he and Vinny stare at one another for a moment. Suddenly Vinny grabs him and pulls him out into the hallway as the camera gets knocked down and all that’s heard are the sounds of a struggle before finally, the sound of breaking glass. The hotel door is swung open again in response.

Lita: What the hell is...

Suddenly Lita lets out a blood curdling scream as she’s heard slamming the door behind her. Things are now filming from the other side of the door where she sits down on the bed, trying to keep her composure. As she’s trying to, suddenly an arm reaches around her and the hand cups her mouth. Vinny has somehow made it into the hotel room as he pulls her to her feet kicking and letting out muffled screams as he pulls her into the bathroom of the hotel room and slams the door shut.

After a moment, Vinny opens the door and then the room door. He heads down the hallway and grabs the ankle of a downed Edge and drags him down the hall, into the room, and then into the bathroom. He picks Edge up and throws him to where he’s offscreen. Vinny stands there with his hand on the side of the door as he opens it enough for the camera to see, written on the floor in blood, ‘SWEENEY’. As the camera pans back up, Vinny’s gone, only his laughter heard as Revolution heads elsewhere.

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As Revolution comes back, live, we're greeted with a very pale Edge and Christian after having to relive such a violent part of their past. But both totally remember it and definitely didn't want that flashback segment to be reminded of something they forgot. Nope. Not at all. Swallow that pride, and that little bit of vomit in your mouth Christian, and keep up the chit-chat!

Edge
Right....who could forget that? Ha ha, man, real glad those doctors got to my room so fast to save me. Please don't let my kids see that.

Christian
Wow, four years sure does fly by fast, doesn't it Kyle? But what doesn't fly by are your friends, the ones that are always there for you. And us? Well, not only are we here right now. Like literally, that's how time works. But we're here for you now, whatever you need buddy. Actually, I feel like there's been a lot of flashbacks and flashforwards and flashpresents, like an episode of Lost. What is it exactly that's eating away at you?

Wait hold on Christian don't just throw the word eating out th-

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Having to relive the tragedy of Knight winning the Prime Time Medal has the crowd booing, but they turn on a dime when the video on the big screen switches up to a live feed from backstage and Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley are shown. The Canadian Psycho is taping up his wrists in preparation for his match with Eddie Guerrero while his step-sister is pointing towards a TV monitor - evidently one that just showed them the same clip.

Ciampa: Wow you guys certainly know how to welcome a guy. Just wanted to say thank you to Tony for that introduction and to EC3 for allowing me to come out here and talk to you all…. One last time.

The crowd would cheer as Ciampa looks out at them.

Ciampa: You know when I returned to the UWF two years ago, I was burnt out. I didn't know if I could do this all again but I knew I couldn't just give up. I knew I had to put my all into it and by God I did it.

I made mistakes and rubbed some people the wrong way but I never gave up, never changed who I was to keep people happy. Didn't make any apologies for who I was and say that with pride because there is so many people in this industry out to just make people happy but that was never me.

Once again the crowd would cheer.

Ciampa: I continued because I love this industry, I love this company. It allowed me to live my dreams and provide for my family who join us here tonight as I take my last steps through these hallowed halls and in this ring.

I knew challenging Sami to a career match was a gamble but I did it anyway, despite people telling me not to, I did it and I lost. Now I need to pay the price for my decisions but I'm proud of what Sami and I did out there and I hope you all are too.

The chants of "Thank you Ciampa" would start up again as Ciampa would look out with pride.

Ciampa: You guys gave a boy from Boston the chance to live his dreams and provide a living for his family. I hoped I provided you all with a great match or two but now its time for me to take the next step in my life.

An emotional Ciampa would put the mic in the middle of the ring and just soak up the crowd, suddenly the moment would be broken by….

As Simon Says plays over the speakers, the crowd would break into a loud pop as Samoa Joe makes his UWF return, a smile on his face as he marches down to the ring.

Mauro Ranallo: Now this is a shock, we heard the rumours that Samoa Joe had come back to UWF and it seems the rumours are true.

Tom Phillips: Joe, a former international champion, seems to be coming out to take the ring with his longtime friend.

Corey Graves: These two have known each other for years but it seems even Ciampa is shocked by his appearance here.

Corey would be back in the ring as Ciampa is smiling and shaking his head as Joe gets into the ring and pulls Ciampa in for a hug and then lifts his friends arm before helping him to the ring ropes.

Mauro Ranallo: Well it looks like Joe wanted to say goodbye to Ciampa in person and…..

As Ciampa goes through the ropes, behind him the smile would drop from Joe's face as he grabs Ciampa and picks him up and drops him with a Uranage. The crowd would immediately break into boos. Joe would ignore them as he stands over Ciampa who is trying to pull himself up in the corner. Joe would charge but Ciampa would get out the way and try to mount some offence.

Mauro Ranallo: Ciampa trying to use that warrior spirit to fight through the pain and get some hits on Joe.

Tom Phillips: Samoa Joe revealing his true intentions with this hellacious and unprecedented attack on Ciampa.

Corey Graves: I didn't think Joe was going to come out here and sing Kumbaya with Ciampa but this, Ciampa can barely stand.

As Ciampa goes for a Lariat, Joe picks him up and hits an STJOE onto Ciampa who just crumbles to the ground. Joe would pick Ciampa up and set him up on the top rope and get into position for a Muscle Buster.

Mauro Ranallo: JOE SETTING HIM UP FOR A MUSCLE BUSTER.

Tom Phillips: FOR GOD SAKES WERE IS SECURITY, WERES EC3. CIAMPA IS INJURED.

Corey Graves: Nevermind Ciampas, UWF career being over, this might be the end of his career entirely.

Joe would get Ciampa on his shoulders and hit a Muscle Buster but Ciampa would still try to rally, Joe would shake his head and turn Ciampa round, locking in the Coquina Clutch until Ciampa passes out completely. At this moment EC3 would appear on stage and motion for security to break it up. Joe would let go and get out the ring, walking past security and giving EC3 a look before going backstage. EC3 would lead the medical team down to the ring and they would get Ciampa onto a stretcher and wheel him out.

Mauro Ranallo: For what should have been a night for Ciampa to day goodbye to the UWF and look back on a dream career, has turned into a nightmare.

Tom Phillips: Samoa Joe has made his presence known and has put the locket room on notice.

Corey Graves: What we witnessed here was nothing less than a mauling but we hope Ciampa recovers quickly and safely.

The camera would focus on knocked out Ciampa on the stretcher as Revolution moves on.

As the camera enters to a man sitting in a locker room on his lonesome, Ospreay can be seen fixing his wrist tape in place in preparation for his upcoming match. He shakes his head, looking down sternly as he talks to himself, pre-match.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

"Kingston's a daft clown... And I've got to put up with this bloke in this ring now, great... Whatever, Ethan's already making me kick him while he's down."

A familiar face walks through the door as Ospreay looks towards the entrance.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

"Oh, come on bruv..."

Sami Zayn: Ah there you are! Congrats on the big Mania win! I'm sure you saw just how successful I was as well. I know you probably wanted a front row seat to really study my game but I'm glad you took my advice and decided to stay in the back. Didn't want my match to get muddled in controversy after all. It was a good clean decisive win for me and I'm sure you've studied it 10 times over but Wrestlemania was just the beginning for us. You'll be victorious tonight as will I but the truth of the matter is that I'm not 100%. EC3 knew exactly what he was doing by throwing me into this match. I should've just been crowned #1 contender but-

Will tries to thank Sami for the congratulations, however he's unable to get a word in, whilst Zayn stops himself from going off and instead just sighs.

Sami Zayn: It's a Fatal Four Way tonight which means anything goes. I need you to keep an eye out. Make sure no funny business goes on in the main event you hear me?

The Assassin holds his hands at his hips, wiping his hand with one face before responding.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

"Hey, as much as I'd love being there for you mate, I do have my own match tonight... But--"

Sami Zayn: Yeah so I gotta go prepare for a big match. Don't worry you'll get there some day but for now, I'll see you out there!

Zayn walks off leaving Ospreay shaking his head as the show moves on.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first….

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

Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent…

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

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

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

The bell would ring and O'Reilly does not waste any time, charging Eddie who was passing his shirt off to Eve, hitting Latino Heat with the Speed Wolf Annihilator, Eddie falling to the canvas, Kyle goes to the second rope and hits a Knee Drop to the back of Guerrero before trying to flip him over and lock in an Aspartamer but Eddie manages to use the power game and push Kyle off into the corner. Eddie gets back to his feet and hits a European Uppercut which seems to knock Kyle off balance and fall to the canvas, Eddie goes for a cover.

Mauro Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly not waiting for even a second to get this started.

Tom Phillips: Kyle clearly still heated from his loss to LA Knight at Wrestlemania and seems intent on using Guerrero as his punching bag here.

Corey Graves: Eddie also coming off a loss at Wrestlemania and that European Uppercut was a reminder to O'Reilly not to overlook him.

1…2….Kickout.

Eddie doesn't let up, immediately locking in a seated Chin lock to Kyle who still seems rocked from that Uppercut but Kyle manages to get a foot planted and judo throws Guerrero over his shoulder and Kyle gets to a knee and stands up while backing off from Eddie. Motinoning at Eddie to come get some, Kyle ducks a wild Lariat and grabs Eddies waist and picks him up for a German attempt but a wild elbow from Eddie catches the side of Kyles face. Eddie grabs Kyles arm and throws him into a corner and goes for a Monkey Flip but Kyle holds onto the ropes and Eddie falls flat onto his back and rolls through, allowing Kyle to catch a seated Eddie with a Busaiku Knee, instead of going for a pin Kyle picks the leg and locks in an Ankle Lock.

Mauro Ranallo: Busaiku Knee by O’Reilly but forgoing the pin and going for that devastating Ankle Lock instead.

Tom Phillips: I think the point about Kyle looking to make his opponent suffer instead of win here was on point Gentlemen. He could have got a pin there with the way Eddie was knocked with that Knee.

Corey Graves: If Eddie gets out of this that choice may come back to haunt Kyle but its a smart gameplan, take out Eddies athletic ability and look for more of a ground game.

Back in the ring and the Ankle Lock is doing serious damage to Eddie who looks like he could tap at any second, crawling towards the rope, Eve looks at him and nods, walking towards the ropes she shouts at the referee to look at Kyle and the momentary look away allows her to push the rope towards Eddie who grabs it and the referee tells Kyle to let go which he does at a count of 4. Getting Kyle to back off, the referee goes to check on Eddie but Kyle closes the distance but Eddie drop toe holds him and Kyle lands on the middle rope. Getting back up Eddie gets that signature smirk on his face and goes for his friend, Rey Mysterios signature 619 but Eddie jumps over the top rope and instead delivers a punch to Kyle which gets boos from the crowd towards Eddie who just shrugs and gets back onto the ropes and hits a Slingshot Somersault Senton, going for a pin.

Mauro Ranallo: The Devious pairing of Eve and Guerrero strike, Eve catching the referee off guard for a split second but that allowed her time to push the rope towards Eddie.

Tom Phillips: Guerrero looked to be mere moments away from tapping there but as stated by Mauro, he managed to get out with some assistance from Eve.

Corey Graves: Eve earned her paycheck for once, I tell you she should be grateful that Eddie still puts up with her.

1…2….Kick Out

As Kyle gets his shoulder up, a look of frustration crosses Latino Heats face, checking with the referee that it was definitely a two, Eddie slaps the mat in frustration and picks Kyle up. Hitting one standing suplex, he swivels his hips, he hits the second suplex and as he goes for the Third Amigo, Kyle drops a knee onto the top of Eddie’s head causing Guerrero to drop Kyle and Kyle pushed him off and runs into him with a Tornado DDT, Kyle doesn’t let go and picks up a limp Eddie and hits a Brainbuster, hitting the complete Halo 2. The crowd cheers Kyle’s impressive show of athleticism as Kyle looks down at his opponent and once again instead of going for a pin, he gets Eddie onto his shoulders and starts spinning like an Airplane.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA, A VICIOUS BRAINBUSTER BY KYLE O’REILLY AND INSTEAD OF A PIN, HE’S GOING FOR A SPIN.

Tom Phillips: O’Reilly once again forgoing the pin and instead going for more damage on Hardy with this Airplane spin?

Corey Graves: This is usually the set up for the Side Effect but O’Reilly could have and should have went for the pin there, Eddie was out there and this aggressive factor in O’Reilly is going to cause issues.

Kyle begins to slow down the spin and goes for the Side Effect but Eddie manages to land on his feet and Dropkicks Kyle into the rope and grabs Kyle on the return and hits a Tornado DDT on the Diabetic Warrior. Eddie lies next to his opponent and seems to take a mental note. Picking Kyle up he sets him up for a Crucifix Bomb but UWF’s resident striker begins to wiggle free and as Eddie goes for it, he gets out and picks Eddie up into a Back Suplex looking for the Point Break but again Eddie gets out, dropping Kyle with another Dropkick and going for the Lasso from El Paso but is pushed off into the ropes and comes back into a Knee from Kyle who picks him up and hits the Point Break.

1…2…3….

Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH….. KYLE O’REILLY.

Mauro Ranallo: O’Reilly getting the win here in this hard fought battle.

Tom Phillips: Guerrero was looking for the Lasso from El Paso but O’Reilly managed to use his technical acumen to reverse the attempt and hit the Point Break.

Corey Graves: Both of these men came out here to prove tonight that they deserved to have their hands raised at Wrestlemania but tonight only O'Reilly gets the W.

The camera focuses on O'Reilly in the corner celebrating as Eddie looks on in frustration. Revolution moves on.

As Revolution rolls on, we head backstage again. Awaiting us is Sarah Schreiber. She is obviously here to conduct an interview. It is not long before she begins to speak.

Sarah Schreiber: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Brand New Prime Time Medalist, please help me welcome, LA Knight.

LA Knight walks into the shot, smiling as he usually does.

Sarah Schreiber: LA Knight, at WrestleMania, you won quite arguably the biggest match of your career when you defeated Kyle O'Reilly to win the Prime Time Medal. The match was quite the physical affair. How are you feeling?

LA Knight: Ah! Coming off the heels of the biggest WrestleMania UWF has ever seen and the greatest performance in Prime Time Medal history...Let Me Talk to 'Ya!

LA Knight: 'Ya see, at WrestleMania, L...A....Knight did exactly what L...A....Knight said he was going to do. L...A...Knight said he was going to walk into the showcase of the immortals and send that Diabetic Douchebag packing on a one way trip on the Gravy Train. And that's exactly what L...A...Knight did. And not only did L...A....Knight defeat Kyle O'Reilly....clean, L....A.....Knight reminds 'ya too, but L...A....Knight made history. Never in the history of the Prime Time Medal has it ever sniffed being the semi Main Event. Let alone in that position on a show as big as WrestleMania. 'Ya know why? Because L...A....Knight never competed for the Prime Time Medal before. See, L...A....Knight and the Prime Time Medal are almost synonymous. Because L...A....Knight is very much Prime Time. And now after WrestleMania, so is this medal. No longer will no talent having hacks like O'Reilly and Batista hold this down. The "Man of The Hour" will take the Prime Time Medal to heights its never been to before.

Sarah Schreiber: I see winning that huge match at WrestleMania has upped your confidence. The match itself wasn't an easy one. Kyle O'Reilly threw everything he had at you. Physically, are you in a good place to compete?

LA Knight: 'Ya know, L...A....Knight has to give O'Reilly a little bit of credit. He threw everything at L...A....Knight except the kitchen sink. But 'ya know L...A....Knight, having an unlimited amount of kavorka, kept coming back for more. Kyle O'Reilly, 'ya are one tough dummy. But it's obvious that for as good as 'ya are, 'ya just not on L....A.....Knight's level. But don't fret, nobody on this roster is as good as "The Million Dollar Megastar". L...A....Knight took the absolute best from the absolute SECOND best UWF has to offer, and yes L...A...Knight is a little sore. L...A....Knight is a little beat up. But 'ya know 'ya can't have Revolution without the "Thursday Night Thriller".

Sarah Schreiber: Speaking of tonight, you make your first defense of the Prime Time Medal. You go one on one with UWF's newest returnee, Orange Cassidy.

There's a pop from the live crowd at the mention of the Freshly Squeezed one.

Sarah Schreiber: At WrestleMania, Mauro Ranallo commented on how hard you fought to defeat Kyle 'O Reilly. He asked whether you would be able to muster up that same amount of energy to defend the Prime Time Medal. Do you think it's possible that Orange Cassidy can pull off the upset considering you're self admittedly not at 100 percent?

LA Knight: Orange Cassidy wants to walk onto L...A...Knight's show and think he's going to make his name at L...A....Knight's expense? He's a bigger dummy than L...A....Knight thought. Cause it doesn't matter if L...A....Knight is at 50 percent...YEAH!

LA Knight: 60 percent....YEAH!

LA Knight: 70 percent...YEAH!

LA Knight: 80 percent...YEAH!

LA Knight: L...A....Knight thinks 'ya get it. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter if L...A....Knight is a little beat up. Because when the lights shine bright, there's nobody that shines brighter than L...A....Knight. So, Cassidy, let L...A....Knight tell 'ya what's gonna happen later tonight. We're gonna go out to that ring, L...A....Knight is gonna give 'ya a couple minutes of fame and then L...A....Knight is gonna make sure that 'ya experience some Blunt Force Trauma firsthand. L...A....Knight is gonna send 'ya packing faster than 'ya decided to come back. There's no way some clown that just rolled outta bed is gonna walk onto the L..A...Knight show and take away everything that L...A....Knight fought so hard to gain. For one night only, Orange Cassidy, welcome to the Prime Time. Unfortunately, 'ya time is up. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life.

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

UWF Revolution continues to roll as the scene cuts to the backstage area to see Finn Balor and The Mafia. Finn wasted little time getting out his words as if it had been on his mind for a while.

Finn Balor
At last The Mafia stands tall again, at Wrestlemania I showed each and every one of you disgusting people what pure dominance looked like. I’m not about to sit here and allow everybody to down my championship victory because a few old guys. Yet there are a few people that are mad I climbed the ladder and retained my Television Championship. Around here we don’t address the outside noise, all the chatter about my match at Wrestlemania doesn’t move me, and for certain nobody around here moves me. I showed that I could take em all at once and still come out picture perfect. Obviously though, that’s the past and business was already taken care of.

The crowd boos as Finn Balor takes a pause.

Finn Balor
Now that the Wrestlemania spectacle is finished and done with it’s about time The Mafia begins to make improvements and expansions. It’s about time the Mafia starts to collect some more gold around here. I mean the Television Championship is good and all, but I’m a greedy man and that Intercontinental Championship wouldn’t look bad around my waist. We’ve seen this happen before with Cody Rhodes and you see how it played out, but what if it were to happen again?

Finn Balor takes another pause before he continues to speak

Finn Balor
Cause you see tonight I’m about to go one on one in a Champion vs Champion match. The Television Champion Finn Balor finally goes toe to toe with the New Intercontinental Champion Maxwell Jacob Friedman. The UWF Poster Boy, finally faces someone that is capable of shutting his mouth and I’m just glad I’m the one that gets to kick the taste out of his mouth. You know I get it he has a lot going on right now, but that doesn’t change what’s about to happen to
him it just Wrong place, Wrong time!

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

Coming back to the in-ring action from the previous segment, Eddie Kingston is already standing in the ring on account of, somehow, remarkably, he still doesn't have an official entrance yet. All eyes turn towards the ramp when his opponent's song hits...

The stadium erupts into a sea of green light, "Osaka" by Hella kicks in on the stadium soundsystem. An eerie fog begins to fill the stage as manic strobe lights flood the arena in an energy approximate to that of Ospreay's theme.

Will Ospreay makes his way through the accumulated mist, strolling toward the ring at a steady pace, gaze fixed upon the ring, teeth grit with brazen anger. His glare passes through various members of the crowd, though boos ring out around the arena, members of the public standing at the barricades outstretch their arms desperately in hopes of a response in the form of a reciprocated high five or acknowledgement from Ospreay. He doesn't entertain their hopes.

Chimel: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds. Fighting out of Rainham, England, he IS the Commonwealth Kingpin of the United Empire, The ASSASSIN, WILL OSPREAY!"

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

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

With both men now in the ring, Tony steps out and then the Referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

The moment the bell rings, Eddie Kingston barrels across the canvas like a hungry bear waking up after a winter's hibernation, all cranky and hungry and looking for a fight. Speedy as Will is, it looks like he wasn't exactly expecting a tractor trailer coming the wrong way down his lane at a hundred clicks per hour to kick things off. He doesn't have the time or the wherewithal to move or plan a counter-offensive. All Ospreay can muster up is an instinctive planting of his feet as he braces for the collision.

Kingston slams into the Brit shoulder-first, technique thrown out of the window in lieu of the kinda skillset you pick up as a kid playing football on the playground. Add Eddie's two-hundred-and-forty pounds of meat to that devil-may-care, simple-is-as-simple-does maneuver, and what you've got is a New Yorker damn near sending his opponent back across the pond on impact.

Phillips: Oof! Kingston coming in like a battering ram to start and just clobbering Will Ospreay!

Ranallo: If those boots didn't have so many laces, I'd wager Will could have been knocked right out them.

The Kingpin is sent back-first into the turnbuckle he started by. Something something physics, something whatever equal and opposite reaction to an inciting action, yadda yadda the slamming into the post hurts just as bad as the shoulder to the front. If not more, even!

Ospreay groans and leans forward without any air left in his lungs. The typically quick-starter has found himself stymied by an aggressive opponent. Eddie catches him with a snapmare take-over to plant Will on his kiester near the middle of the ring, then hits the ropes to come back and plaster the guy with a low drop kick!

Two boots hit right above two lungs, pancaking Ospreay into the mat. Eddie then scrambles to make a cover...

1...

2...

Will shoves him off emphatically at two, his pain and lack of oxygen easily out-prioritized by all that competitive spite that floats the kid's boat. Eddie sneers at the Referee but then gets right back to work.

Ranallo: The mean streak we saw in Eddie's in-ring work leading up to his winning the Intercontinental Championship has dissipated an ounce with losing the belt.

Phillips: He might even be nastier now!

Graves: Everyone's already talking about MJF squaring off against LA Knight like that match is set in stone - and guess what? It isn't! Eddie wasn't pinned at Wrestlemania. He didn't lose his belt, Danhausen lost it for him. Now he's got the chance to get right back on top with a win over Ospreay, who looked incredible at the big show. Who's to say a dominant win over a hot prospect doesn't get Kinston right back in the title hunt?

After peeling Will off of the canvas, Eddie pulls him up to a vertical base. He looks to blister that pale chest with a knife-edge chop, only for Ospreay to duck beneath the shot and dip around him. When Kingston turns around to try again, Ospreay grabs him by the back of the neck and hastily guides him towards the ropes before tossing him clear over the top! The Mad King clamors off of the apron on the way down, and takes a few seconds to recover after making at awkward landing on the floor.

The fans at ringside get up out of their seats to get a better look at Eddie as he recovers just a foot or two away from the barricade. While he's regaining his composure, however, the Commonwealth Kingpin is revving his engines back up in the squared circle.

Lining up the target in his sight, the Assassin then makes a run for the far ropes and uses the elasticity of the cables to boost his already astounding momentum. He interrupts his own sprint with an acrobatic marvel that's so spectacular it even has the fans - who hate his guts - gawking in awe and cheering despite themselves. Ospreay handsprings then vaults himself over the ropes, corkscrewing in midair and then landing right on top of Kingston!

Phillips: Sasuke Special!

Graves: Space Flying Tiger Drop!

Ranallo: ¿Por qué no los dos?

After Will sticks the landing, he takes a moment to congratulate himself with a smug grin before peacocking for the capacity crowd some, reminding them why they despise the guy even though he can do wicked cool flippy stuff.

The Official leans over the ropes and instructs the boys to bring it back into the ring under threat of starting a ten count. Ospreay shoots a him one of those vulgar European hand gestures you always see rude football (soccer) players do, but complies nonetheless. Grabbing Eddie by the scruff of the neck, Will escorts him towards the ring and then rolls him under the ropes. He then follows in after him and shoots the half to put him away...

1...

2...

Kingston kicks out at two!

Ospreay sits up and shakes his head, then sets his sights on higher highs. He gets up and approaches one of the turnbuckles, grips the top cables on either side and uses them to vault himself to the peak in a single bound! Once he's there, he turns around, fires off a finger gun at the landing pad named Eddie and then shoot a wink off towards the hard cam, which, impressively, he found all on his own without spending any time in UWF Developmental.

Once all the flaunting and showboating is done, Will stands up, out stretching his arms for balance like an osprey, and then leaps off! He hucks a gnarly gainer, aiming to annihilate buddy with a Shooting Star Press. Except here's the thing, that crafty ol' Eddie Kingston was pretending to be more dead than he actually was, and while the Assassin is rotating mid-air, he's rolling out of harm's way.

Will comes up shy and belly-flops onto an uncaring, totally vacant mat.

Graves: If he had Sami Zayn out here, Ospreay would have never made a tactical air like that! He's got talent for days, but having a genius like the Forever Champ in his ear is what he needs to take his game to the next level.

Phillips: Ugh. I was hoping we'd seen the end of those two, honestly. Sami Zayn's annoying enough already, the last thing we need is for him to be buddying around with the next-most arrogant guy on the roster every week. Did you see how he was trash-talking Kyle O'Reilly backstage earlier on? Talk about pompous!

Ranallo: We can talk about pompous later, Tom - right now we gotta talk about pinfalls!

Eddie doesn't waste a second in capitalizing on Ospreay's compromised state. He rolls him over real quick and pushes bog legs in deep with one of them jackknife kinda covers. Not the over the top-flip kind though, the other kind. Maybe that's not called a jackknife. I dunno. Regardless, Kingston's got Will in trouble with whatever it is as the Referee counts it off...

1...

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And yet, the Brit breaks loose! Uncanny! Ospreay spits out a mouthful of blood as he shoves Eddie away. He scrambles up to his feet but the Diamond in the Rough beats him to the punch. Kingston then bear hugs the Limey sideways and tilts back, seeking to obliterate whatever's left of him with a Saito Suplex!

Rather than being driven into the canvas like a three-and-a-half-inch nail into a piece of British Columbia pine two-by-four by a sixteen-ounce titanium Stiletto hammer, Will decides to save himself by flipping through, slipping out, and landing on his feet behind Eddie.

The force he put into the suplex nearly has the New Yorker falling over, but Ospreay catches and steadies the guy before bombarding the side of his head with a Rolling Elbow!

Ranallo: Huge elbow by Ospreay!

Phillips: Kingston could be out on his feet!

He sure is! The former IC Champ is on shaky knees. Will vies to seal the deal as he runs for the ropes and bounces off the middle one. Flying backwards, he comes headhunting with that patented Oscutter of his!

Eddie catches him mid air! What the heck? How even?

The look on Will's face tells a tale of shock and horror not unlike a child who's just Choose'd Their Own Adventure through one of R.L. Stine's grizzly novels for the first time. Kingston pulls the trigger and launches Will overhead with a German Suplex...

Ospreay rolls through again to land on his feet! Suplexing this guy is as fruitless as powerbombing Kidman, bruv. Eddie lands seated after the failed attempt and doesn't even have time to recover before Ospreay comes in from behind to demolish him with a Hidden Blade!

His elbow dang near caves the Mad King's skull in and with that, Ospreay makes the definitive cover...

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DING DING

YOUR WINNER...
WILL OSPREAY

The Assassin slowly stands up before having his hand raised in victory. He surveys the booing crowd with a cocksure grin as his music hits the PA.

Ranallo: Back-to-back wins over tough-as-nails New York legends for the Brit have him riding all the momentum in the world as we start afresh coming out of Wrestlemania. I would say the sky is the limit for this young man, but gravity doesn't seem to apply to him the way it does to everyone else, so who's to say?

Graves: With the wisdom of Sami Zayn at his disposal, he could very well be a world champion some day soon.

Phillips: As for Kingston, this one has to sting. This isn't the way he wanted to rebound after Wrestlemania. So will it be back to the drawing board, or an even meaner, nastier Mad King we see next week?

After Ospreay does some posing on the buckles, he starts on his way back up the ramp. Kingston is left kneeling in the ring as he goes. Eddie's fists are clenched and his teeth gritted as he forced to endure the worst sound in the world - the other guy's song after a match. Revolution rolls on!

We find ourselves backstage in the normal interview area. Renee Young with her normal plastered smile on her face as she readies herself for her next backstage interview. And then maybe a second too late she realizes she’s live.

Renee Young: Revolution has already kicked off with some exciting stuff, but still to come is the Fatal Four Way main event. But also we have a huge champion versus champion match. And it is with great honor that I introduce the new UWF Intercontinental Champion, making his debut after a big Wrestlemania win, Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

MJF walks into the frame still in his suit, with his championship over his shoulder, chewing on some gum. He just stares Renee up and down for a second.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Thank you for that intro Renee, it almost makes me forget you are basically a walking blow up doll, with the same intelligence.

Renee tries to grit through that offensive remark to keep doing her job.

Renee Young: Big night tonight, your first opportunity to be in front of the UWF camera’s since you walked out of Wrestlemania as Intercontinental Champion.

Renee stops talking, MJF just stares at her and then leans into the microphone.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Where’s there a question somewhere in that? I mean, maybe you’ve forgotten your job, but you’re supposed to ask me questions and then stand there like a bleach blonde microphone stand while I educate these people. But it seems like even that might be too hard for you. Yes, it’s a big night because the world gets to truly understand what it means to be in the MJF era, because while some may see the Intercontinental Championship and think this is only the second most important title in this company. What I plan to prove tonight and every night moving forward is that whatever championship MJF holds, is the most important championship in the company.

Renee Young: A great way to establish a championship dominance I guess, is to start facing other champions like tonight. What concerns you most about not only facing Television Champion Finn Balor, but also his Mafia who isn’t far behind?

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Hey, good for you Renee…you were able to take direction and ask a question, she can be taught. What concerns me about tonight, is that Fergie has somehow convinced himself that he belongs in the ring with me. He has it in his mind that the trash championship, that is probably fake gold plated and will eventually turn those abs green, he thinks it's on the same level as me and the Intercontinental Championship. That delusion is very likely going to get him hurt tonight. Because there’s nothing more dangerous than a mediocre wrestler trying to compete with greatness when he isn’t ready. And as for his little circle jerk who follows him around that call themselves “The Mafia” nothing has ever worried me less than two jobbers following a higher jobber around like a pack of pissed off rats. I will stomp them as easily as I plan to stomp…

Before MJF can finish his thought an UWf official runs up and whispers something into his ear. MJF’s mood immediately changes and the official runs off with MJF in toe. The camera focuses on Renee who signals for them to follow. The camera is a few steps behind as MJF weaves around the backstage area turning at a few different hallways. When the camera turns the final corner MJF is standing over a three person medical team who is attending to a bloody and unconscious William Regal. There are turned over road cases everywhere and it is obvious Regal had been thrown around.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: What the hell happened?! Who the f*** did this?!!

The medical team has no response for MJF, the few UWF officials are all trying to calm the champion down as he looks at his fallen mentor on the concrete.

As Revolution is live and rolling, things head backstage where the, “Hollywood Animal” Batista is seen arriving in style. He has an extra confidence about him this evening as a random backstage interviewer approaches him.

Random interviewer: Excuse me, Mr. Batista. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s different about you tonight?

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: I don’t have time for questions, but since you asked one anyway, I’ll tell you what’s different. I’m going to that ring to call out the new UWF Champion and get my rightful title match! Excuse me.

Batista goes to brush past the interviewer but the interviewer steps to the side to stop it.

Random interviewer: Sorry to be the one to tell you, but you’ve already been beaten to the punch on that, sir.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: What the hell are you talking about?

Random interviewer: Leyton Buzzard, Edge, Sami Zayn, and Shark Boy all went to the ring earlier vying for a title shot so EC3 made a fatal four-way for the contendership. Maybe if you were here earlier you could’ve…

Batista decks him before he can finish the sentence.

”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Smartass nameless backstage interviewers.

Batista walks offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.

As the riff kicks in to Jefferson Starship's "Jane," the man known only as "Freshly Squeezed" Orange Cassidy emerges from the back to an uproarious pop from the crowd. Sporting his aviators and his magnificently coiffed hair, Cassidy walks coolly down to the ring, hands in his pockets. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and as he reaches the end of the ramp, he pauses to offer a weak fist bump to a fan holding a thumb's up out over the barricade.

Tony Chimel: From... wherever... and weighing in at... whatever... he is "Freshly Squeezed," Orange CASSIDY!

Cassidy then heads up the ring steps lazily and eases himself between top and middle ropes, before moving to the middle of the ring and throwing up a half-enthusiastic thumbs up to a pop from the crowd. OC heads to the corner and lounges there as he removes his aviators and awaits the beginning of the contest.

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING

The bell rings but Cassidy just leans against the corner with his arms draped over the ropes. Knight calmly walks to the center of the ring and points at him while looking out into the crowd as if to ask is this guy serious? He's dead serious! Cassidy come slowly out of the corner like he's Bernie and it's the weekend. Cassidy lifts his hands into the air and the crowd eats up the anticipation until he hands are fully in the pockets. Knight chuckles but the takes a swing only for OC to duck it. He throws another, then another but Orange ducks both of them and slowly walks to the ropes, lightly bounces off them and slowly walks back to Knight who is just standing there. LA scoops him up and lifts him over his shoulder but Cassidy falls behind him and Dropkicks him right in the tush causing him to falls forward through the ropes! Cassidy could follow up but he just lies on the mat.

Corey Graves: What is this clown doing? Does he have narcolepsy?

Tom Phillips: That's that King of Sloth Style! I heard it takes years to perfect that technique.

Corey Graves: Why is it when some trash gets taken out, another loser replaces him. From Warhorse to Danhausen to Orange Cassidy?

Suddenly, Cassidy kips up to his feet just as LA is getting to his on the outside. Orange runs to the ropes and comes flying out with a Suicide Dive to take out Knight! Cassidy looks out into the crowd and takes a hand out of his pocket to give a very low effort thumbs up to the crowd. He comes back into the ring and tells to ref to go ahead and count. The ref informs him he can't win on a count out but Cassidy doesn't really care. Knight stands up looking frustrated but makes his way back into the ring. He walks right up to Orange who just stands there with his hands in the pockets. He starts to slowly kick at Knight's shins as the crowd overreacts to the offense.

Tom Phillips: What incredible power behind those kicks!

Mauro Ranallo: Knight may need some X-Rays after toni-

Corey Graves: No no no! We're not doing this!

Cassidy takes a step back and starts tuning up the band but Knight kicks him in the gut and nails the Impaler DDT! He makes the pin!

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Cassidy kicks out! Knight grabs a fist full of hair and brings Cassidy over to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. He sits him on the top rope and goes up along with him to set up for the Superplex. Both men are coming down but Cassidy shift his weight and comes down on top of Knight in a Crossbody! Orange rolls away and Knight looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him. He tries to get to his feet out of instinct but he turns around into Cassidy running at him with the Satellite Headscissors! Knight goes flying out of the ring once more and Cassidy does the same as last time except Knight has it scouted and merely sidestep out of the way causing OC to land hard on the mat following his Suicide Dive.

Knight almost can't believe that this dude is putting up such a fight but that's enough fun and games for now. He picks up Orange and throws him back into the ring., The Prime Time Medalist stalks him from behind and hits a Backstabber! Orange tries to roll away but the Million Dollar Megastar catches his foot and pulls him away from the ropes. He drags him closer to a corner and just launches him into the turnbuckles with a Slingshot! OC bounces off the corner from the impact and turns right into LA's waiting arms that hoist him up and throws him down into a Powerslam! He makes the pin!

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Cassidy kicks out!

Tom Phillips: Orange knows what's at stake here tonight. Imagine winning the Prime Time Medal in your debut.

Corey Graves: Oh please, that's never gonna happen so long as it's in LA's possession.

Mauro Ranallo: Not many people can game plan for someone like Orange Cassidy so it wouldn't surprise me if he manages to score a win here tonight.

Knight lifts OC up to his feet and slings him over his shoulder. He's getting ready to end things but Cassidy floats over and tries to go for a Sunset Flip. I guess tires is the wrong word. He merely falls over him and starts slowly kicking his feet like he's really scurrying to flip him over but his arms are barely pull on him. Knight looks around and rolls his eyes. He jumps up for a Knee Drop but Cassidy rolls out of the way. LA limps away but turns around to eat a Step Up Enziguri! He's briefly stunned and Orange goes to lift him up for Beach Break but Knight clobbers him in the back with some overhead clubs. He then sets him up for a Suplex but Orange twists in mid air to hit the Stundog Millionaire! He makes the pin!

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Knight kicks out! Cassidy looks at the ref and when someone would usually hold up two fingers or yell at him to count faster, Orange just shrugs and rolls to his corner. Orange just sits in the corner and waits as LA Knight crawls to the opposite corner and uses the ropes to get to his feet. OC reaches up to the ropes and pulls himself up before slowly walking over to the corner, winding up his arm like he's gonna take a big swing but just casually Clotheslines Knight in the corner with no force at all. Knight looks around, getting ticked off by this while Cassidy walks back to the other side of the ring to build some much needed momentum but he comes back even slower. LA comes forward with a clothesline but Cassidy reverse into the Orange Peel. Knight pops right back up and levels him with a Big Boot! Cassidy sits up from the impact and Knight follows up with a Dropkick to the back of the head followed by a pin attempt.

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Cassidy kicks out! He rolls over to his corner and rests against the bottom turnbuckles. Knight comes over and just starts putting the boots to him but the ref counts to 4 and has to drag him away. Knight goes to go right back on the attack but Orange holds up his hands as if to say wait. He then reaches behind him and pulls out a bottle of OJ. He opens it up and chugs it and you can see his demeanor change. Knight doesn't give a shit, instead grabbing him by his neck and pulling him up. He whips Orange into the opposite corner and goes to follow him in with a Clothesline but Cassidy catches him with a Superkick! Knight gets turn around from the impact and Orange takes his back, lifting him high in the air and spinning him out into the Blue Thunder Bomb!

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Knight gets the shoulder up at 2! Orange brings Knight up and lifts him up for Beach Break. Knight kicks his feet and flips over except unlike Cassidy earlier, he goes fully into the Sunset Flip. Orange however rolls back up to his feet and Dropkicks Knight in the face! The Prime Time Medal holder crawls to the corner to pick himself up but the King of Sloth Style is now fully charged and he starts to deliver some Knife Edge Chops in the corner, LA getting his Orange, Sliced. He goes to whip LA in the corner but the Megastar reverses and sends Orange instead. Cassidy ends up running up the ropes and flies backwards to nail a Crossbody! He rolls right off back to his feet and watches Knight as he balls his fist.

Mauro Ranallo: Cassidy is looking to end things right here.

Corey Graves: What the hell was in that Orange Juice? I think we need a drug test ASAP!

Orange runs up on Night as he's turning around for the Orange Punch! Unfortunately he gets his arm caught and Knight gives him a Full Nelson Slam! Orange grabs at his back but tries to get to his feet right away. Knight gives him some space before moving in with the Running Knee Lift! Cassidy manages to pop up just in time to avoid it and grab him from behind with a Backslide!

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Knight saves his reign with a kick out just in time! He looks shocked but doesn't get much time to react as Cassidy delivers a Dropkick to the back of his head! Knight rolls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Cassidy comes running in for the Orange Punch but Knight falls back and rolls out of the ring to avoid it. He's clearly frustrated and kicks the steel steps. Orange tells him to bring it but Knight has had enough. He walks over to the time keeper's area and takes the medal and starts to head up the ramp.

Tom Phillips: Just where does he think he's going?

Mauro Ranallo: The Medal doesn't change hands in the result of a DQ or Count Out.

Corey Graves: Knight doesn't need this match. Cassidy has done nothing to deserve this. I bet he's going right to EC3's office and he'll give him an earful.

Cassidy looks at Knight and shakes his damn head. The Prime Time Medal will remain with him for now as the ref reaches a count of 10 and calls for the bell.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by Count Out, Orange Cassidy!

Knight doesn't even bother to look back, instead just goes right to the back while Orange gets his hand raised. He gives a less than enthusiastic thumbs up as the show moves on.

The scene opens with Cody Rhodes sitting in an empty ring at the Nightmare Factory. He is quiet for a while and he thinks of all the things that have happened before he takes a deep breath. He began to speak.

Cody Rhodes: Hi everyone, it has been a wild ride so far. Ever since I last competed in Wrestlemania in a huge ladder match and it was for the UWF TV Championship. I honestly admit I was this close to retain the precious Championship gold that has belonged to me and also get my beautiful angel back from that bastard Finn Bálor. But I am not surprised at all that he has sent his goons, especially that bastard son of Rey Mysterio, to get involved in the match. If it wasn't for Dominc to stick his little nose in my business again and then I would be standing here as your new UWF TV Champion.

But I am not and so I have a huge proposition for you Finn Bálor. Since your little buddy likes to get involved with my business for that UWF TV Championship so much. Why don't that little son of a bitch step up to the plate and be a real man for once to accept to fight me one on one in a match at next week's Revolution. That is if he isn't afraid or has the guts to get out of your shadow to do it. Finn Bálor, I already know you wouldn't let your Mafia group come out to play until you give them an order. When you say "jump" both of your hoodlums would ask how high.

Finn Bálor, you may be the UWF TV Champion. But to me, you are still the same old selfish and ungrateful asshole who would stab his own friends to get to the top. You already know I am telling the truth. Look at what you did to Stone Cold. You kept him hanging and left him for dead. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you have done the same to both Damian and Dominc. It has happened before and I can promise it will happen again. So you both take this as a warning boys and watch your own back or Finn Bálor would turn his back on you. You won't see it coming because he is extremely sneaky.

Other than that. Finn Bálor, you can be extremely happy and all jolly all you want. But when the fun is over and play time starts. That is when there will be huge trouble for you because I can promise you that I would stop at nothing to get back what rightfully belongs to me. That UWF TV Championship and my beautiful wife. So beware and be careful where you step in UWF because I am coming for you. The American Nightmare is here and I am here to turn all your dreams into nightmares. By the end of this year, you and everyone will face the wrath of the American Nightmare himself.....Cody Rhodes!!!!

The scene fades and ends with Cody staring hard with anger.

McKenzie Mitchell: "Buzzard tonight you came out and laid claim to the next in line for Trevor Lees champion-"

Leyton Buzzard: "I did, Maybe it's a little personal maybe it's because I know I have Trevor Lees number, I've always known that he is a snake. Actually I had a tape prepared just for this moment to really display this total injustice, Maybe maybe even you can figure it out, Michelle..."

The screen transitions to Summerslam 2022:

Buzzard rolls over to cover him!

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No! It's broken up when The Butcher comes outta nowhere and yanks Leyton out of the ring! The Referee sees the interference and calls it all off!

DING DING

YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION...
LEYTON BUZZARD!

The screen transitions to later on down the lane post match Summerslam 2022:

Andy Williams presents Trevor Lee with the UWF Television Championship - which, despite losing, still belongs to him on a technicality. The Mayor celebrates like he retained if fair and square regardless, parading it around while hoisting it high, ignoring the vitriol of the crowd.

Soon enough, he tells the Butcher to pick Leyton up and hold him steady. Buzzard's too beat up to fight back as the towering Butcher picks him and presents him like a Matador's cape. Lee runs in and blasts him across the face with the belt, delivering a vicious finishing blow to bring this affair to a brutal, bloody finale.

Leyton Buzzard: "That's what happned at Summerslam, Yeah I might have some pent up anger at the champion, You know I received another chance at the title but you know what happened there? I'll show you Michelle what happened at Bad Blood..."

Buzzard hits the floor just in time to hear the bell and the wrong name called out. He looks back up towards the Referee in confusion, and then to Tony Chimel. He doesn't understand. What's the matter? The Referee on the outside collects the TV Title belt and carries it over. Leyton reaches out to take it but the Official walks right past him and circles around the corner of the ring...

... where a cackling Trevor Lee is waiting with hands outstretched to take his TV Championship back!

Phillips: What the hell is going on?

Graves: Watch the replay, Phillips!

The booing fans turn to watch the titantron, where they see Lee climbing through the hole he created with his meteoric stomp. He went through the busted ring and under the cage wall, clearly beating Buzzard to the floor by seconds. Leyton looks up and sees it all play out in slow-motion replay as well. He leans back against the apron, demoralized, then straight up collapses as the adrenaline fades and the beating he took takes it's toll.

Mckenzie Mitchell: "Buzzard you lost the second match, Lee's f-"

Leyton Buzzard: "NO... no... NO YOUR WRONG, I WAS SCREWED OUT OF THAT TITLE. THESE THINGS IN CHARGE DON'T WANT LEYTON BUZZARD TO BE A CHAMPION, THEY DON'T WANT ME TO SUCCEED AND THAN YOU HAVE MEN LIKE SHARKBOY AND EDGE WHO TREAT ME LIKE A LITTLE CHILD. I AM THEIR EQUAL. HELL I AM BETTER THAN EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE WHO THEY DON'T WANT TO SUCCEED, I'LL TELL YOU. THEY WILL CONTINUE TO BREAK YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SHELL OF YOUR FORMER SELF, THEY WOULD HAVE DONE THAT TO ME, I WOULD OF BECOME A HUSK OF LEYTON BUZZARD IF I KEPT LISTENING TO THE THINGS THAT CALL THEMSELVES FANS. I WILL PUT AN END TO THIS CONSPIRACY BY TAKING DOWN GOD HIMSELF, TREVOR LEE "

“Catch your breath” begins to blast through the pa system as the crowd stand to their feet as they hear the theme song Everybody turns their attention to the entrance ramp to watch Finn Balor walk out onto the stage. Finn Balor walks out onto the stage in his blue leather jacket and blue trunks and quickly embraces the crowd as he walks out.

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

The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild. Finn Balor times his theme song perfectly and taunts the crowd as the lights flash. After taunting Finn Balor throws up his collar on his jacket and proceeds to walk down the ramp and make his way to the ring. Balor then climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to showboat the crowd once more as the light flickers.
Finn Balor hops off of the turnbuckle.

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

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

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

DING DING DING

The bell rings but both men are laid back in their corners, not really too hype to get this match underway. Dominic and Priest are on the apron on both sides of Finn and are joking and smiling at Friedman. MJF looks annoyed and when all three men just start laughing he finally comes out of the corner and tells Finn to get his boy toys down and fight. Finn smirks and walks out of the corner and MJF raises his arm in the air for a test of strength. Balor goes to lift his hand up but as soon as he does that, MJF kicks him in the gut and flips him onto his back with a headlock Takeover to ground him.

Tom Phillips: MJF suckered Finn right in.

Mauro Ranallo: Both men don't seem to take each other as a threat but Finn perked up thinking he was gonna show off in front of his boys.

Corey Graves: Beating someone like MJF in anything is something to brag about so I don't blame him.

MJF is whispering some insults in Balor's face as he grinds him into the mat but Balor is able to roll over and get back to a vertical base. He goes to Back Suplex Maxwell but he flips over and lands on his feet. Finn turns around and eats a Superkick to the jaw that stumbles him into the ropes. MJF runs over and Clotheslines him to the floor below! He spits down at Balor and tells the Mafia to go ahead and take him to the back already and yells at the ref to make the count.

The Mafia help Finn to his feet but he actually shoves them away, feeling more than a little pissed off with how this match has started. MJF walks to the corner and sits across the ropes like he's lying in a hammock. The ref's count is only at a 4 but Finn gets onto the apron and hops over the ropes. MJF gets down and tells him to come on. Balor runs at him and ducks a Clothesline attempt. He takes Maxwell's back and shoves him into the ropes. The Intercontinental Champion bounces off them and runs right into a Dropkick! MJF eats it hard and rolls out of the ring to escape. That's just what Finn wants as he runs to the ropes to build up steam before flying out with a Somersault Senton to take him out!

Tom Phillips: The last thing you want to do is let Finn Balor build up a head of steam.

Mauro Ranallo: Actually that might be number 2 behind getting taken to the outside where The Mafia is lying in wait.

Great observation Phillips! Dominic and Priest are slowly making their way around both side of the ring to corner MJF. The ref only sees Priest at first and yells at him to stay away. Dominic comes over and grabs MJF. Together, he and Finn deliver a Double Suplex onto the floor! Mafia Dom slithers away like the snake he is and Balor picks up Friedman and tosses him back into the ring. He figures now's as good a time to end this already and climbs to the top rope. MJF can sense what's about top happen and rolls away to the opposite corner. Balor just laughs and just down, walking over to the Intercontinental Champion. He brings MJF back up but gets a thumb to the eye for his troubles! He turns away holding his eye but MJFG comes up behind and delivers a Half Nelson Suplex! He goes for the pin!

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Balor kicks out! MJF gets to his knees and just starts slapping Balor in the back of the head like an abusive father would his child. It seems to backfire and wake up Balor who tackles MJF and starts laying into him with forearm shots to the head. MJF tries to cover up as best as he can and rolls away to the corner. He tries to get up right away but the Television Champion catches him with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends him flying into the corner! The back of Friedman's head hits the middle turnbuckle and he rolls to the center of the ring. Balor once again goes to the top rope and gets situated. He comes off with the Coupe De Grace! MJF rolls out of the way just in time and Balor lands on his feet and rolls back up. He runs at MJF but eats a Back Elbow for his troubles. MJF picks him right back up and lifts him up for a Powerbomb. Finn starts fighting back with punches to the head and turns it into a DDT! He makes the cover!

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MJF kicks out! Balor picks him up right away only to the throw him over the ropes to the floor below.

Tom Phillips: Looks like Balor is satisfied with just getting a count out win.

Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count on that. Looks like he just wants to feed the wolves.

Tom Phillips: Looks like MJF is learning what many of his past opponents have gone through.

Corey Graves: How dare you Phillips, Regal was just attacked!

Balor starts grabbing at his shoulder and tells the ref he might have pulled it out of it's socket. While he's got the ref distracted, Dominic grabs MJF and holds him in place while Priest takes him down with a Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick! The Mafia backs off and Balor is suddenly fine and rolls out of the ring to picks up Maxwell. He throws him into the steel steps to do further damage and then throws him back into the ring. He figures that outta do it and goes for the pin once again.

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MJF kicks out! Balor looks annoyed and brings the Intercontinental Champion back up to his feet. He gets him in a reverse DDT position to set up for the 1916. He picks him up but MJF throws his knee up and nails him right in the face. Balor stumbles backwards and MJF gets a breather. Finn runs right back at him but Maxwell ducks and lifts him over his back before slamming him back down with an Alabama Slam! Finn rolls out onto the apron but MJF isn't going to let that happen. He walks over and grabs Finn and brings him through the ropes just enough to stick his head between his legs. He then jumps up and delivers the Heat Seeker Piledriver! He pulls Finn away from the ropes and makes the pin.

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Balor gets the shoulder up! MJD grabs Balor's arm and shoves it behind him in a Hammerlock. He picks up Balor and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckles. He then climbs to the middle rope and flicks off The Mafia before raining down punches. He reaches to about 6 when reaches up to grab him and Powerbombs him! He follows that up with a Double Foot Stomp for good measure before he hooks the leg.

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MJF kicks out at 2!

Tom Phillips: Both these men are proving just why they're champions right now.

Mauro Ranallo: The Intercontinental Championship may seem more prestigious to some but Cody Rhodes won that title from our current UWF Champion and Balor beat Cody for it.

Balor grabs MJF by his hair and pulls him back to his feet. He gets him in position for the Bloody Sunday but MJF hooks his leg on the inside of Balor's leg to prevent him from getting lifted. He goes to reverse into a Suplex of his own but Balor flips behind him and shoves him into the ropes. MJF bounces off and runs right into a Slingblade! MJF rushes back to his feet only to get hit with another. He gets back up again and Balor goes for a third Slingblade but MJF manages to grab onto his arm and bring him down to the mat into the Salt of the Earth!

Mauro Ranallo: Salt of the Earth! The Intercontinental Champion might make the Television Champion tap out right here!

Corey Graves: But will The Mafia get involved!?

Dominic and Priest get on the apron to come in and MJF is practically daring them to come in but Balor is facing The Mafia and tells them not to get involved. The ref is trying to get The Mafia to back off while MJF yells that he's gonna break his arm but Balor reaches up and starts digging his fingers into his eyes until he breaks the hold. Balor gets back up holding his shoulder while MJF looks blinded. He walks up to him but MJF ends up kicking him right in the balls! With the ref still distracted by The Mafia, the Intercontinental Champion pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and decks Balor with the Power of the Punch! He quickly hides the knucks back into his trunks and goes for the pin, yelling at the ref to come over and count.

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . .

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, MJF!

MJF rolls out of the ring right away as The Mafia storm the ring. The IC Champ high tails it over the barricade to escape with his championship. He smiles at the three in the ring but he's blindsided from behind by none other than Eddie Kingston! The former champ starts stomping down on him. He picks him up and goes to DDT him on the concrete but MJF manages to free himself and take off running. Eddie grabs the title off of the floor and smiles, decinding to take it for himself as Max runs away now realizing that he left the title behind.

Corey Graves: Someone get that piece of garbage away from that!

Mauro Ranallo: Eddie Kingston has made his intentions clear. He's not quite done with MJF.

Eddie happily takes off while MJF is screaming at someone to go get his title as the show moves on.

The live Revolution feed cuts out and is replaced by a pre-recorded segment, where we see UWF commentator and former International Champion, Corey Graves sat in an armchair preparing to address the viewers.

Corey Graves: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I am joined by a man who recently made a devastatingly impactful return to the UWF, Drew McIntyre.

The camera zooms out slightly and pans across to see Drew McIntyre sat across from Graves, with his hands crossed over one another and looking deep in thought.

Corey Graves: I’d like to start Drew by thanking you for agreeing to take the time to talk to me. There’s no denying that your return has certainly sent out some shockwaves across the UWF fanbase, and I suppose I need to start by asking the question that as of yet remains unanswered, and that’s why did you choose to make Danhausen your number one target?

With his hands still crossed, McIntyre glances over at Graves but continues to sit in silence, which leads to the colour man feeling a little uncomfortable.

Corey Graves: I’m just curious as are many others. I am sure you are aware that I for one have never been a ‘fanhausen’ of Danhausen and have often revelled in the times of his shortcomings, but speaking purely for myself, I have to admit that there were aspects of both the open challenge at Rebellion and the fallout from his match at Wrestlemania that even left me filling a little uncomfortable. So really, I think we just want to know why you felt that it was necessary to use such extreme measures against him?

McIntyre continues to look at Graves for a moment before uncrossing his hands and motioning with his right one that it’s probably wise for Graves to leave. Not wishing to make new enemies or wind up the same way that Danhausen did, Graves takes the hint and gets up from his chair to leave the set. As the camera zooms back in, this time solely on McIntyre, the Scotsman prepares to address the manner of his return.

Drew McIntyre: I’ve spent a long time out of the limelight, and in that time I often questioned whether I still had all the elements required to truly make something of myself in this industry. And the answer to that question remains unanswered, because the only way I can truly find an answer is to test myself one more time in order to see if the ultimate vision can be brought to life. But the cost of bringing something to life has meant having to sentence something else to death, and in this case it’s the death of something that should not have been allowed to fester for as long as it did. Over a full year went by, and not a single person on this roster was able to put that thing out of its misery to the point of no return. That is of course until I came in and managed to rectify the matter, even making a full weekend of it to boot. So to the entire UWF roster, I say “you’re welcome”, and rest assured, the manner in which I chose to conduct my business means that you will never see that stain on the industry wrestle another match in this company ever again!

Despite being a pre-recorded segment, the boos from the live crowd watching on can be heard as they struggle to come to terms with what McIntytre did to poor Danhausen.

Drew McIntyre: Let’s face it, this company has a knack for attracting ‘competitors’ that would be better suited to joining the carnival than the professional wrestling circuit. It’s been happening for years, and will more than likely continue for many years to come. But whilst I maybe can’t prevent contracts from being dished out to all and sundry, I can now at least make sure that anyone who doesn’t fit the mould is made to pay for their foolish decision to sign on the dotted line and step foot both into that ring and onto this television show. Simply put, the time has come for severe pain to be dished out by someone who has had to sit on the sidelines for lengthy periods of time and watch on as a bunch of jokers have stolen the limelight that didn’t belong to them. Me stepping out at Rebellion and answering that thing’s open challenge was just the beginning, and it serves as an indicator of exactly how far I am willing to go in order to make an example of anyone or anything else that brings this business into disrepute.

McIntyre pauses for a moment in order to stare coldly into the camera lens for a few seconds before resuming.

Drew McIntyre: Now I know that every other target on my list won’t be as easily picked apart as the first one was, but that doesn’t mean that I still don’t have the ability to make life incredibly difficult for whoever it is that dares to stand across the ring from me. As I proved on my first night back, this isn’t about wins and losses or making a positive impression, it’s about ensuring that anyone, target or not, who either doesn’t understand or actively chooses to oppose my reason for being back here is rightfully punished for their incompetence. And even then, I’ll still happily cause some problems for the ones who don’t openly object to what I’m doing as well, because believe me when I tell you all that there’s plenty of Claymores to go around!

The anger and evidential frustration on McIntyre’s face is clear for all to see, but he remains composed as he prepares to issue his final words of warning.

Drew McIntyre: So whether you’re currently basking in success or wallowing in self-pity post Wrestlemania, it doesn’t matter, because the UWF game is about to change, and you’re currently looking at the man that’s sat with his fingers hovering over the control panel of it. I am The Destroyer, I am Drew McIntyre, and this is my time of reckoning!

As McIntyre imparts his closing statement, the camera slowly begins its fade to black and the live show feed resumes.

The titantron would cut to Samoa Joe walking down a hallway as the crowd boos. At the end of the hallway would be Renee Young.

Renee Young: Joe do you have a moment too…

Joe would grab the mic from her.

Samoa Joe: Do I have a moment to explain what happened out there, sure Renee. What you all saw out there was a mercy killing. I was giving the career of Tommaso Ciampa; a man I once called a Brother in Arms a fitting end. The man you all saw out there was a shell of the man I knew.

The Ciampa I knew wouldn't be out there giving some wimpy ass speech about being proud. The Ciampa I knew would have fought harder at Wrestlemania and won. That was not Tommaso Ciampa. This company took one of the toughest killers in this company and turned him into a snivelling weakling. Ciampa should thank me when he can.

Renee would look at Joe with anger but would compose herself.

Samoa Joe: Now I suppose your next question is: Joe what's next, well Renee what's next is that this whole roster is on notice. Every competitor, every champion, no one is safe. If I decide to knock on your door then I warn you not to answer. If I decide you have crossed me, then you better start running. IF I DECIDE TO DO WHAT I DID TO TOMASSO CIAMPA TO YOU, THEN THERE WILL BE NO MERCY.

I don't care who you are or who you think you are but be warned: a new nation of violence has made landfall in the UWF and there is only one person worthy to be its Judge, Jury and Executioner: ME

With that Joe would give the mic back to Renee and leave, Renee looking on in disgust as Revolution moves on.

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME

A familiar phrase echoes throughout the arena, leading into the opening bassline of Headlong Flight by Rush and with it, a chorus of boos. However, as each instrument joins into the song, smoke begins to fill the stage and before long, a figure walks out from behind the stage into the smoke. No bounding from one side to the other, Edge moves slowly, like a predator taking in his surroundings in order to best pounce on his prey. The crowd is not shy with their disdain for the Ultimate Opportunist, showering him in boos as he stalks down the ramp. Halfway down, he pauses, crouching low, his face contorting as he bares his fangs and in one motion, uncoils upwards, his hands held high with devil horns as pyro explodes behind him.

As the pyro finishes exploding, Edge slowly brings his head back to level and walks towards the ring. Only a few steps away, he runs and slides into the ring and as he moves towards a turnbuckle to pose and soak in more hate and boos, the ring announcer chimes in.

Tony Chimel
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Ultimate Opportunist, Edge!

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

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

"Leyton Buzzard."

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

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

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

Tony Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!

Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belt much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show it off to all the fans before preparing for the match.

GIVE ME A SHELL YEAH!

The raw guitar driven sound of Accept's 'Fast as a Shark' hits the PA system and the crowd begin to go wild. Shark Boy marches out onto the stage full of piss and vinegar, he's mouthing off at anyone and everyone, he has the UWF Championship belt firmly in his grasp as he does so. Shark Boy wastes no time storming down to ringside his eyes fixed on the task in hand his head bobbing side to side as he jaw jacks on his way to ringside as waves of fans reach out to their favourite masked man.

Tony Chimel: Introducing, from the Deep Blue Sea, weighing in at 205 pounds... SHARK BOY!

Shark Boy stomps up the steps and through the ropes into the ring, he makes a b-line for the corner where he heads to the top rope and throws out the fin-salute to the crowd before throwing his two fists high into the air, the belt also flung high into the air for all the Shark-o-holics out there. Shark Boy repeats this at the three other corners before taking off his vest and waiting for the bell to sound.

As the ring bell sounds, Buzzard and Edge go after one another while Zayn and Shark Boy go after each other as all four men are standing in the middle of the ring throwing punches at their respective target. Leyton suddenly blocks a punch from the, “Rated R Superstar” and delivers a thumb to the eye as he then follows up by grabbing Edge’s wrist and shooting him into the upstage left corner as Edge hits chest first and comes staggering out of the corner as Leyton takes him down with a Reverse Slingblade. Buzzard starts putting the boots to the veteran Canadian now as meanwhile, Sami lands a thumb to the eye of Shark Boy and then kicks him in the solar plexus, causing him to hunch over as he hooks the head of his opponent under his arm and connects with a Vertical Suplex. As Zayn gets up, he does the same thing as Buzzard by putting the boots to his downed target.

On the mat, Edge and Shark Boy roll towards each other, effectively avoiding the respective stomps coming their way as they kip up at the same time and take down the pairing of Zayn and Buzzard with stereo Clotheslines. Sami and Leyton are up soon after impact with the mat is made though as Leyton throws a punch at Edge but he ducks it and puts the “Bristol Born Bastard” in an Abdominal Stretch. Sami goes to run interference but Sharky takes him to the mat with a Standing Dropkick before getting up and beginning to tee off on the exposed ribs of Buzzard. After a moment of this, Edge releases the hold and brings Leyton down with an Edge O’Matic as Shark Boy follows up with an elbow drop off the ropes after some patented Stone Cold style theatrics. Sami is up now as he throws a Superkick at the chest of Edge but the, “Ultimate Opportunist” catches it and Sharky takes Sami down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts hammering away on him with punches.

Edge turns his attention back to Buzzard who comes off the mat with an Uppercut that connects flush with the chin as Edge is forced to take a few steps backward and finds himself against the ropes. Leyton is to a vertical base now as he runs at Edge but Edge goes low and sends Leyton over the top rope but he lands on the apron and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of his opponent’s head before leaping over the ropes and bringing Edge down with a Bulldog. As he lands, he sees Shark Boy getting up, his back turned to him as his head as bobbling at the downed Zayn. Buzzard runs at Shark Boy and brings him down with a Bulldog as well, Sami raising his right leg up so that Leyton drops Sharky onto it on the way down.

Tom Phillips: I’ve gotta hand it to the competitors here, we’re seeing some nice teamwork on the parts of Edge and Shark Boy and Leyton and Sami, respectively.

Mauro Ranallo: Alliances were certainly hinted at this week and now we see them coming to fruition.

Corey Graves: That’s not the name of the game though, boys, it’s the number one contendership to the UWF Title that is. There’s a reason it’s called number one. Out of these four men, only one can call himself the rightful challenger to Trevor Lee when this is all said and done and the second they realize that, it’s going to be even more pandemonium than we’re already seeing.

Edge sits up but as he does, Sami hits him with a Basement Dropkick to the face, knocking him back onto the mat. Zayn starts putting the boots to him now as Leyton sits up Shark Boy and slaps on a standard rest hold. Edge rolls out of the way of one of the stomps now and rolls back the other way as he trips up Zayn, then comes off the mat with a Clothesline to Leyton, effectively breaking up the rest hold. Edge reaches down and grabs Leyton around the waist with both arms, applying a Bearhug as Shark Boy hits the ropes and the two complete the Hart Attack on Buzzard. Zayn is up now as Edge dives at the back of his leg, taking it out at the knee as Sami finds himself on the mat again. Edge follows up with a Leg Drop as Shark Boy heads up to the top rope and leaps off, connecting with a Diving Elbow Drop right to the heart of Zayn.

Shark Boy gets up after impact is made and then Edge grabs him and brings Sharky down with an Edge O’Matic to boos from the crowd. Buzzard is getting up now as Edge goes barreling towards him and almost cuts him in half with a Spear. Edge gets up and is the only man currently standing as he poses to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Shark Boy gets up now and walks over, shoving him in the chest with both hands. Edge looks down at where he’s been shoved and then looks at Shark Boy and shoves back. Sharky comes back towards Edge now and the two start throwing punches at one another, neither man relenting at all. This doesn’t last long however as Zayn hits Shark Boy in the back of the head and Buzzard does the same to Edge. Leyton then whips Edge into the nearest corner as Sami then whips Shark Boy into the same corner, stacking them up as Sami goes to the opposite corner but as he runs back, instead he blasts Buzzard with a Helluva Kick!

As Leyton goes down, Shark Boy comes staggering out of the corner as Sami kicks him in the stomach and then puts his head between his legs, hoisting him up and delivering a Buckle Bomb into Edge. Sharky is down now as Edge comes staggering out of the corner as Zayn delivers the same fate unto him. Realizing he’s the only one standing, Sami goes for the pin attempt on Edge.

ONE!

YOU THINK YOU’VE PINNED ME? Edge gets the shoulder up!

Sami now immediately goes for the pin attempt on Shark Boy.

ONE!

EH-EH! Shark Boy kicks out!

Sami now goes for the pin attempt on Leyton Buzzard.

ONE!

NO! Shark Boy and Edge break up the pin!

Shark Boy stays on Sami after breaking up the pin as he backs him into a far corner and starts stomping him into a seated position and keeps stomping. Edge, meanwhile, brings Leyton to a vertical base and whips him into the opposite corner of Shark Boy as he starts stomping away on his opponent as well. After both Sami and Leyton slump into a seated position and suffer getting a mud hole stomped into them, Edge and Sharky pull each man to a vertical base and whip them towards the center of the ring. Sami goes flying towards Edge and manages to connect with a Helluva Kick as he grabs the dazed Canadian and whips him into Leyton who crashes into Shark Boy as all three men are stacked up in the corner again. Sami runs over and blasts Edge with another Helluva Kick as Edge falls to the mat while Sami backs up and then runs over and blasts Shark Boy with a Helluva Kick as Sharky now falls to the mat. Sami backs up again and thinks of going after Leyton but stops short and does a Standing Moonsault onto Shark Boy, pops up and performs one immediately onto Edge.

Leyton comes out of the corner now and performs a Knee Drop onto Shark Boy. As he gets up, Sharky rises up to a seated position holding where the knee connected as Buzzard brings him back down with a Somersault Cutter. Meanwhile Sami grabs Edge by the hair, pulling him to a vertical base before dropping to his knees and connecting with a Jawbreaker as Edge falls back and lands on Shark Boy. Leyton then hits the ropes and comes off with a Running Body Senton and then Sami follows up with a Leg Drop. Sami grabs Edge now and drags him off of Shark Boy as he and Leyton each ascend a turnbuckle, leaping off at the same time and delivering a Double Foot Stomp to their respective target. Zayn and Buzzard hug now as the fans boo.

Tom Phillips: Well we saw things break down a bit between Shark Boy and Edge but the duo of Leyton Buzzard and Sami Zayn is still going strong.

Mauro Ranallo: I guess Leyton forgot that Sami just tried to pin him.

Corey Graves: Sami Zayn is a master strategist and it’s time he gets his due credit instead of flack and jealousy!

As the two stop embracing, suddenly Sami kicks Leyton in the stomach and places Leyton’s head between his legs, hoisting him up and planting him with a Blue Thunder Bomb onto Edge! As Sami gets up, he’s turned suddenly and kicked in the stomach himself as Shark Boy drops him with a Chummer. Shark Boy goes for the cover on Sami.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Leyton Buzzard breaks up the pin!

Leyton throws Shark Boy to the mat and climbs into the mount on Sami as he starts teeing off on him with punches. Shark Boy gets up and goes after Leyton but is cut off by Edge delivering a Spear! Shark Boy goes down and Buzzard gets to his feet. Edge kicks him in the gut and goes for the Edgecution but Buzzard rushes forward and backs him into the corner where he starts delivering Shoulder Thrusts. Leyton doesn't even notice that Sami is back on his feet and he runs towards the corner to give Edge a Helluva Kick! Leyton goes right back on the attack on Sami and the two are duking it out. Sami gets the better of the exchange and throws Buzzard to the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope and connects with Air Leyton! Sami flies into the ropes and Buzzard goes to drag him away when suddenly...

“See Me Shine” begins to play and out comes Batista. He's furious and he's got a point to prove tonight. Buzzard was about to pin Sami but instead goes diving out of the ring with a Suicide Dive! Big Dave ends up catching him though and gives him a Spinebuster on the outside! Shark Boy is getting to his feet and Batista slides in, kicking him in the gut and delivering a Batista Bomb!

Tom Phillips: What is the meaning of this?

Mauro Ranallo: We heard Batista say earlier that he was going to challenge Trevor Lee but was informed of this main event, and it looks like the rage has boiled over!

Next the Hollywood Animal picks up Edge and levels him with the Decapitator! What that is, no one knows but it gets the job done. Sami can be seen stirring and he puts his hand together and thanks Batista for helping him. Big Dave laughs and helps Sami t his feet. He raises his arm and Sami looks delighted until he's turning inside out with a massive Clothesline! He's not done there though, he goes ahead and puts Sami in the End Credits! Zayn immediately starts tapping but it's no use. Buzzard however comes in and delivers a running Dropkick to Batista! He rolls out of the ring and looks dazed. Buzzard goes to the top rope and comes flying out with a Moonsault to take him down! Buzzard looks happy with the result and goes to pick up Batista but Big Dave rushes forward and backs him into the ring apron! He then bounces his skull off of the ring post!

Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Buzzard went ahead and pissed off the Animal even more.

Corey Graves: Not a smart move in you fancy your career.

Tom Phillips: Look out guys!

Batista throws the covering off of the announce table and goes to grab Buzzard. He brings him over and Powerbombs him through the table! Buzzard looks done and the Animal looks down at him and warns him to not fuck with him ever again. Bodies are laid out around the ring and Batista just heads to the back with a satisfied look on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: Well if he wanted to send EC3 a message, he sure did.

Corey Graves: I doubt our boss overlooks him for a title shot again.

Everyone looks down but Edge looks and sees Zayn lying face down in the ring. A smile creeps across his face and he slowly moves in, feeling the effects of that Decapitator. He grabs Zayn and manages to lock in the Edgecator! Zayn springs to life and starts yelling out in pain. He lifts his hand to tap but suddenly Edge is blasted form behind by the Hidden Blade!

Tom Phillips: Hidden Blade! Now Will Ospreay is out here!

Will tries to wake up Sami to get the pin but Christian comes running in from the back to chase him off. Zayn starts to realize the position he's in and he crawls over to Edge turning him over for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

But NO! Shark Boy pulls him of Edge! The former champ starts going to town on Sami while Edge rolls out of the ring. Sami tries his best to block the punches and manages to squirm away. Shark Boy goes after him but Zayn kicks him right in the nuts! Zayn goes to give him a Brainbuster but Shark Boy ends up bringing a knee down on top of his head. This stuns Zayn and allows Sharky to kick him in the gut and hit another Chummer! He quickly goes in for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and the number one contender to the UWF Championship, Shark Boy!

There's carnage everywhere as Shark Boy gets his hand raised. Trevor Lee ends up coming out from the back and watches Shark Boy. He starts to slow clap for him and Shark Boy notices. He motions for the title and Lee just holds it up, showing who the true champion is now as the show fades out.

END OF SHOW

Credits

Guerrero vs O'Reilly - Gunn
Kingston vs Ospreay - Fauche
Fatal 4 Way - Dresden
Balor vs MJF, Cassidy vs Knight - Danny

Last Edit: Apr 14, 2023 1:22:45 GMT -6 by Danny

Accomplishments

SPOILER: Click to show

6x World Heavyweight Champion (Ambrose)
1x Global Champion (Ambrose)
1x International Champion (Fandango)
2x Intercontinental Champion (Juventud)
1x European Champion (Ambrose)
10x Tag Team Champion (Ambrose 2x, One Percent 3x, Mexicools 1x, Dynamic Duo 4x)
3x Television Champion (EC3, Chuck Taylor, Zayn)
2x Hardcore Champion (Dean Ambrose)
1x Women's Champion (Kimber Lee)
1x Prime Time Medal (Zayn)

mrleedles
Hall of Fame

It's All About Family

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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 1:57:02 GMT -6 Danny, Jye, and 4 more like this

Post by mrleedles on Apr 14, 2023 1:57:02 GMT -6

Just wanting to say I am very curious on Gunn picking up Samoa Joe of all people. Last time I remember him being played, Rey took him to the world title, so Gunn's got some big shoes to fill...not to say he cannot do it, mind you, just am wondering how his portrayal will go.

Accomplishments:

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1x World Heavyweight Champion (Trevor Lee)
1x Intercontinental Champion (The Miz)
3x Television Champion (Curtis Axel, Trevor Lee, Tony D'Angelo)
1x European Champion (Billy Gunn)
2023 Royal Rumble Winner
Longest-Reigning Television Champion of all time (204 Days)

2x Thread Of The Month (May '18, Jul' 19)
3x Promo Of The Month (Jan '23, Feb '23, Apr '23)
1x TTer Of The Month (Mar '23)

gunn
Freelance Writer

Posts: 324

Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 3:48:29 GMT -6 via mobile Dres, TrentSevenn, and 1 more like this

Post by gunn on Apr 14, 2023 3:48:29 GMT -6

Apr 14, 2023 1:57:02 GMT -6 mrleedles said:

Well hopefully I don't disappoint

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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 4:14:57 GMT -6 Danny, Jye, and 5 more like this

Post by Xander on Apr 14, 2023 4:14:57 GMT -6

Apr 14, 2023 3:48:29 GMT -6 gunn said:

Apr 14, 2023 1:57:02 GMT -6 mrleedles said:

Well hopefully I don't disappoint

As someone who has seen what you can do with a lot of different characters over the years. I'm super excited for your Joe!

1x Intercontinental Champion

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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 6:43:53 GMT -6 via mobile Danny, Jye, and 4 more like this

Post by Cwalker on Apr 14, 2023 6:43:53 GMT -6

Good show

I liked Ciampa’s goodbye promo. But I will say that I think the end result loses a little impact cause we just saw the same thing with Drew and Danhausen.

Ospreay continues to roll. He should be challenging Balor on MJF soon.

On that note, we need more babyfaces

My match was fine. Outcome was the best result; don’t want to beat a debuting character but don’t want to take the medal off Knight. OC seems like he’s going to be a player considering who he’s booked against next week.

Good job team. Let’s roll on

gunn
Freelance Writer

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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 8:58:23 GMT -6 via mobile Danny, Jye, and 4 more like this

Post by gunn on Apr 14, 2023 8:58:23 GMT -6

Apr 14, 2023 6:43:53 GMT -6 Cwalker said:

Yeah was a bit worried about that but seemed best way to write off Ciampa and debut a new dude

crann
Freelance Writer

UWF's Charlie Dempsey and William Regal

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Revolution 4/13/23 Apr 14, 2023 11:50:17 GMT -6 Danny, Jye, and 4 more like this

Post by crann on Apr 14, 2023 11:50:17 GMT -6

Promo-heavy open to the show and that's rad! We love to see so many promos. Of course the opener promo is the one that was on the card for the week but that doesn't make it any less good. It's an impressive piece of work from the top dogs on the brand right now, so it bears repeating.

The Snickers-sponsored co-promo between Kyle, Edge and Christian (with a brief appearance by Young Willy) was real rad. It's been a minute since we've seen Fauche and Swedish collaborate, and their stuff with Miz and Morrison and E&C is the stuff of legend from back in the day, so my eyes were glued to this as soon as I realized what was happening. It was, predictably, funny, and to have a rundown of the things that have befallen the trio in recent (and not-so-recent) days was a nice recap. The brief planting of seeds of a potential Ospreay/KOR beef also has me hype, because Fauche is the kind of guy who can help anyone amp up their game, and Trent is already solid but, like anyone, could benefit from a program with him.

Next up, Gunn debuts his new guy, and boy am I hyped to see Samoa Joe! The last Joe we've seen, as Leedles noted on the Discord, was Rey and he ran him out to a world title, but I think Gunn has all of the legitimacy and ability to do at least that much with the Submission Machine. He's the kind of tough-as-nails guy that Gunn excels at, and he's also a good promo, so I think our boy is going to find some real success with him. Fingers crossed.

And we're back to Young Willy! Ospreay and Zayn in a co-promo here, short and sweet and continuing to build their relationship, which is obviously one-sided as far as Zayn is concerned, but transparently so to Will. I like the way this deal is being built and it really does feel like Ospreay and Zayn are going to come to blows – I kind of can't wait to see that, because I think that kind of program could be really good for Trent and Will's position on the card.

Back to KOR, who gets a necessary bounce-back win over Eddie and some momentum behind him again. You know, a lot can be said about Jimmy, and a lot of people have treated him as a free win since forever, but the guy constantly shows up and it's nice to see. And as far as I'm concerned, one win is as important as the next in the UWF, doesn't matter who the opponent is.

Very, very good promo from L.A. Knight here that aptly sums up his victory over Kyle, puts himself over as any egocentric heel ought to do, and sets up the match later in the night with my boi O.C. After facing him in a thread this week, I've got even more respect for Cwalker than I had when I was first coming back to the fed; the guy is a worker, and one hell of a TTer. He deserves to be carrying the Prime Time and I know he's going to make good on that stip.

Next we hear from the Mafia, and I like what Willy's doing with these guys week to week. He's telling a consistent story and his Finn is also a very deserving champion. We like the way he pivots from talking about Cody to talking about his opponent for this edition of Rev. Xander's MJF is one of the hottest names in the fed right now, so Willy getting a crack at him in an exhibition champion v.s. champion match is exciting for sure and this promo does a good job of helping to build that.

Up next is the Ospreay v.s. Kingston match and this is a very solidly written bout as we've come to expect from Faucher. The storyline here really is that both guys kind of need the win – Will to maintain his momentum coming out of Mania, Eddie to bounce back after his belt was lost when the other guy in the triple threat ate a pin. Unfortunately there can be only one winner and Young Willy is the one who picks up the W with an impressive finish rolling out of the suplex into the Hidden Blade. Tough loss from Ada, but Eddie is a character that works well coming back from adversity and I'm sure he'll find his momentum again soon.

And now we get the other half of the upcoming champion/champion match in a promo with MJF. This is good heel work, especially good MJF work, talking like a slimeball to Renee, hyping up his achievement at Mania, and downtalking his Revolution opponent. A creative barb in there about the title Finn is carrying, and the reference to his actual name was clever too. The sudden pivot to the assault on Regal took me off guard, but I think that's more or less the intent, and it does set up a question for the future as well, so that's good.

The Batista promo, also short and sweet, was lovely. I like the idea of the Hollywood Animal going out to call out the new UWF Champion and then getting a bit of an ego check from some random in the backstage area. Promos like this are a fine science that I (clearly) forgot on this Revolution since O.C. is only present in his match-up. They're a way to keep your guy in the picture and the conversation without needing five paragraphs and a big, chunky photo.

Speaking of the match-up. Really, really happy with how Danny wrote this one. O.C. being a jackass with Sloth Style for the first half of the match and Knight basically having none of it was great, and the OJ power up followed by Cassidy taking his offense up a notch is sort of exactly how I envisioned it as I was typing up the profile. I also love that the slow motion kicks spot made it into the match because it's one of my favourite things the character does. I consider it a high honor not to eat a pinfall here. Knight retains his medal which is good and deserved, but my guy comes off looking like a million bucks in his debut and I'm chuffed about that too. I feel like our two bois will likely get another shot at one another down the line and I'd love that.

Next up is a good Cody promo – reacting to the outcome of the Mania match, addressing the Mafia's involvement and then directly targeting them in hopes of sowing the seeds of doubt, this is more-or-less exactly what you need coming out of the match at the PPV.

Next up is a Leyton Buzzard promo that shows he is still clearly stewing about his past with Trevor Lee. This is great, because naturally, Lee is the new world champion and having an enemy like Leyton on a vendetta against you can be a problem when you're at the top of the mountain and already in a lot of crosshairs. It also clearly establishes what Buzzard's motivation is, and builds on his conspiracy arc, which is really just rather nice storytelling.

And now we get to the champion/champion match that's been hyped in the promos earlier in the night. Once again, Danny did a solid job writing this match which was always going to be a numbers game situation. I like how, with the real life Judgement Day, the Mafia uses its numbers to its advantage with ref distractions and outside involvement. MJF is also the kind of heel that fans aren't going to hate to see this dirty shit happen to, but who needs the fans when you have God-given talent? Maxwell comes off looking strong through the match and prevailing despite the numbers, but this match is far from a burial for Willy, who looked game and whose gimmick still gets over in the contest. The post-match with Eddie blindsiding him and then keeping the title is nice symbolism that clearly signals their feud is not over, which is a great thing because I think a cocky-as-sin MJF versus a game and stewing Kingston will make for a real compelling story heading into the next PPV (and since Kingston didn't eat the pin at Mania, it's well deserved).

Now we get a McIntyre promo from DNU, the first real time Drew has spoken since returning to the UWF, and it's as solid a heel purist promo as we could expect to get. After menacing Corey Graves, McIntyre lays out his reasoning for ~~murdering~~ running off Danhausen and positions himself as a bit of a "defender of the sanctity of the sport" bad guy, which is cool because we've seen this vibe before and it definitely fits Drew well. I can think of a few really great opponents for McIntyre with this mission statement who are active in the fed right now, and that's golden because that's basically what you want to do with your debut promo: call your shots, so to speak. Well done.

Next up, we get a second promo from the Submission Machine and Gunn does a good job here explaining Joe's motivations, similar to how DNU explained Drew's right before. Explaining the motivations for taking out Ciampa, and then calling his shot. The two guys have competing motivations so it seems almost ready made that they might clash eventually, but I could also see Joe and Drew working together from time to time – enemy of my enemy and all that. It's good stuff.

And we get to the main event, which was brilliantly penned by my man Dres. The fact that a four way essentially breaks down into a tornado tag to start is a nice way of acknowledging the dynamics at play here, and it's wild to see former rivals briefly become allies as well. Everyone gets some good starting offense in, and of course the teamwork breaks down when Sami seizes on an opportunity to sucker Leyton with a surprise Helluva Kick. Or did it? The boys do hug later on, before Batista makes himself known (paying off that earlier promo), and then Young Willy, and finally Christian – things really break down at the end, don't they? And of course, in all he chaos, Shark Boy gets the W and contendership for his former title. We like it.

Some solid stuff all around this week. Promo-heavy show and lots of good in-ring action. As I said earlier I'm pleased as a peach with how my boi looked in his debut, and it looks like next week he gets a very game Hollywood Animal so that should be fun times! Roll on, UWF.

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Post by Dres on Apr 14, 2023 18:52:04 GMT -6

Mania fallout/the beginning of the road to Backlash was a strong edition. Great collaboration promo to open things up with a lot of guys vying for a shot at Trevor Lee leading to a loaded main event. I appreciate the UWF Championship stuff and what happened in the main event, not to sound like an egomaniac lol.

Good stuff from debuting guys too like Joe and McIntyre. I really enjoyed this from top to bottom, had the usual highlights like LA Knight goodness and whatnot.