Post by Danny on May 13, 2023 3:02:20 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: We got lots of action here tonight and if that wasn't enough we got word that some BIG went down in Harlan earlier in the week.
Mauro Ranallo: We have the exclusive footage and will air it later on tonight but both Shark Boy and Trevor Lee are in action tonight.
Corey Graves: If Sami has taught Will everything he knows, you can bet it'll be an easy victory for the young upstart.
Plus JBL looks to get some revenge on Randy Orton after the sneak attack last week.
And Eddie Guerrero looks to build some much needed momentum when he takes on Leyton Buzzard.
If that wasn't enough the Intercontinental Champion MJF takes on the former UWF Champion Edge in what's sure to be a classic. All that and more on tonight's Revolution!
"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 Jake Hager. MJF laughs at the fans who are trying to get under his skin as he walks towards the ring. He adjusts the Intercontinental Championship around his waist just to rub it in their face that he has it.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Jake Hager. 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 Hager opens the ropes for him. He stands in the middle of the ring flexing a bit and smirking as his music fades. MJF pulls the belt from around his waist and hands it over to Hager for safe keeping.
A sick 80s inspired beat starts to pulsate through the arena as the lights dim and lasers in all sorts of rad colors begin to dance around the stage area. We're talking magenta, cyan, purple, orange, it's lit up like a Pink Floyd show. After a few seconds of this beat building with some flourishes, you here the familiar phrase:
YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
And after it, the beat picks up harder, and as the synth begins to belt out an instrumental version of Edge's most iconic theme, you see him, emerging from a cloud of smoke to strobe lights in the same colors as the lasers, which are now dancing around the whole arena. There's no animalistic prowling across the stage, just a smooth swagger to his stride. A smirk on his lips as he matches his stride to the vibe of the music. At ringside, he waits for the music to start to swell again and as it does, he slides into the ring. As it would kick into the second chorus (like if there were actual words) he ascends the turnbuckle and poses as the ring announcer does what he's paid to do.
Tony Chimel
Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Edge!
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DING DING DING
Corey Graves: First off I'd like to welcome our Forever Champion Sami Zayn to the table.
Tom Phillips: I'm glad you didn't say we'd like to welcome him.
Sami Zayn: What's your problem Phillips? You're like all these gullible fans who just follow the pack. Be a free thinker!
After the disparaging remarks made by MJF towards Edge's daughters, he's raring for a fight but the cocky young upstart just stays in the corner, not even wanting to bother with the former UWF Champion who he feels is beneath him. Edge ends up charging at him in the corner but he slides underneath the ropes and grabs MJF's leg's tripping him up so he face plants and then pulls his legs so he racks himself into the steel ring post!
Sami Zayn: Whoa hey Ref how is that legal!?
Mauro Ranallo: Edge technically didn't hit him with a low blow, Friedman just happened to end up in that predicament.
Edge looks to the crowd and shrugs before sliding back into the ring. He picks up MJF and ends up lifting him up onto his shoulders. MJF fights back with some punches to the top of the dome and Edge stumbles around until he comes to the corner where the Intercontinental Champion is able to move himself onto the second rope. He back kicks Edge in the face causing the Ultimate Opportunist to retreat to the middle of the ring. MJF turns around and comes off with a Missile Dropkick but Edge simply moves out the way to avoid the hit. Maxwell hits the mat hard and tries to get up but Edge kicks him in the gut and hits the Edgecution! He makes the pin!
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MJF kicks out! Edge grabs his legs and looks like he might be going for a Sharpshooter but MJF scurries away as fast as he can and makes it to the bottom rope. The ref counts to 4 and Edge lets go while Friedman pulls himself out of the ring. He stumbles away and grabs a fan's drink from the front row and ices his nuts. Some fans are laughing at him but MJF takes the drink and throws it in their faces before climbing back onto the apron. He's yelling at the front row fans who are acting like tough guys who might hop the barrier and Edge comes running over to push him off the apron, causing him to go flying into the barricade! Edge exits the ring and grabs MJF. He tells the fans to hold him and they do, each grabbing an arm and leaving his chest wide open as Edge gives him a Knife Edge Chop.
Sami Zayn: Seriously, how is this legal?
Tom Phillips: Well you can never be sure what the fans are going to do when you go out into the stands.
Corey Graves: He's right by ringside! Can some of these idiots hurt me and Sami!?
Sami Zayn: Don't worry Corey, these fans wouldn't dare. Unlike MJF, I'm a real champion that people fear.
Edge throws MJF back into the ring and slides in after him. He goes into the corner and bends down, calling for the end. MJF is slowly getting to his feet and Edge comes running in only for Friedman to knee him right in the face! Edge is dazed but he doesn't go down. Maybe a Superkick to the jaw will keep him down but no! He only goes down to a knee. No problem as the Salt of the Earth grabs him at his waist and executes a Gutwrench Powerbomb into the pin!
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Edge kicks out! He rolls out of the ring and MJF opts to rest up a bit. He tells the ref that something might be wrong with his shoulder and so he ends up checking on him. Outside, Jake Hager gets into place and takes Edge down with a Big Boot! He smacks his chest like he's King Kong and the crowd is letting him hear it.
Mauro Ranallo: Hager just ran through Edge like he was nothing more than a Black Friday shopper in front of a good deal!
Tom Phillips: Oh come on now, MJF can never get through a match on his own.
Corey Graves: How can you say that after Edge just let the fans do his dirty work for him?
Sami Zayn: What comes around goes around I always say.
Hager picks up Edge and tosses him right back into the ring. MJF's shoulder has miraculously been healed and he rushes over and grabs Edge. He lifts him over his shoulder but Edge wiggles his feet and falls behind him, grabbing his head and pulling him down into the Edge-O-Matic! Edge lies back to recover a bit while MJF moves towards the corner. They both get to their feet at around the same time and Edge rushes at him in the corner but MJF moves out of the way. Edge turns over and MJF now runs at him in the corner. Edge retaliates with a Back Elbow to send him back a few paces. He comes out after Friedman but the Intercontinental Champion ducks down and scoops him up before throwing him down with the Alabama Slam! He makes the pin!
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Edge kicks out! MJF grabs his arm and turns him over onto his stomach to try and get him in the Salt of the Earth. Edge rolls through right away and gets back to his feet and Headbutts MJF to get him to break his grasp. MJF comes back at him but eats a Big Boot! Edge stumbles back into the corner from the impact and the effects of the back of his head slamming against the mat. Edge shakes it off and then crouches down, gearing up for a Spear. Jake Hager however comes over and grabs onto his foot before he can take off. Edge yells at him and MJF blindsides him with a Running Forearm Smash in the corner. The fans are booing but they soon turn to cheers as Christian has had enough and he comes walking down the ramp.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Christian has seen enough here tonight.
Sami Zayn: Makes you wonder why he wasn't out here to begin with. When I have a match, my friends are out here to support me.
Christian goes over and gets in Hager's face. The two are arguing and MJF is trying to get the ref to throw Christian out. Christian yells back at him and MJF climbs to the middle rope and leans over to yell at him. Edge however creeps up behind him and gets underneath him. He's got Maxwell on his shoulders as he walks to the middle of the ring and hits the Sit Out Electric Chair Facebuster! MJF grabs at his face and rolls away to the corner. Edge walks to the opposite corner and crouches down once more. This time Christian's got his back and stands in front of him so Hager can't get to him. Jake instead goes over to MJF's corner and tries to warn him. The champ gets to his feet but I guess he didn't hear the warning as Edge comes running over and blasts through him with a Spear! He makes the pin!
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But No! Jake Hager has placed MJF's foot on the bottom rope! The ref only sees the aftermath just in time and the crowd is livid. Christian is too and he comes running over and brings the fight to Jake Hager. They brawl up the ramp and head to the back as Edge pulls MJF away from the ropes and steps through, turning him over into the Edgecator! It looks like the champs back my break into two and he looks close to tapping. The ref tries to ask him if he wants to give up but MJF grabs his shirt and pulls him in close. With the other hand, he shoots it up and Low Blow's Edge! Edge crumbles and crawls over to the ropes. MJF grabs onto his back and tells the ref he's hurt.
Mauro Ranallo: MJF just hit Edge where it hurts the most. His ability to have more kids!
Corey Graves: Edge almost just broke the back of one of this company's young upstarts. He deserves it.
Sami Zayn: You're right Corey, someone should do something about this.
Zayn takes off his headset and walks around the announce table. Edge is hunched over the ropes and Sami comes by and delivers a Helluva Kick to the side of the head! Edge goes down and MJF sees this happen. Sami comes back to the commentary desk like nothing happened and MJF scurries over to makes the cover
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Edge gets the shoulder up at 2.9!
Sami Zayn: WHAT!?
Mauro Ranallo: Sami Zayn is losing it!
Edge managed to kick out but it's clear there's not a lot left in the tank and MJF knows this. He picks him up right away and drives him to the mat with the Double Cross! Edge is limp as he turns him over to makes the pin.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, MJF!
Sami doesn't like how he wasn't the cause but he's still happy with the result. He walks off while MJF celebrates his win. It's all fun and games for him until Eddie Kingston comes out through the crowd and wrecks him with an Elbow to the back of the head! MJF drops the title and Eddie picks him in and pulls him in close to the title. He then hits a Piledriver on the belt! With Hager in the back, there was no one to protect MJF. Kingston then grabs the title and looks like he's going to take it once more but then shakes his head and drapes it over MJF's body. He puts up one finger telling him 1 more week until it's his again as he leaves as the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly gets a big ol' pop from the live crowd when he's shown sitting at some table - alone - probably in catering - sipping on a red Gatorade Zero, staring off into the mid-distance. What's he thinking about, anyway? His winning streak coming to a bitter end at the hands of respected rival Spike Dudley last week? Will Ospreay always being up in his business? Yo-yo's? Impossible to stay. The man is unreadable.
And then his step-sister Bayley pulls up! They must be in catering after all cause she's got herself a lunch tray full of supper from the buffet. Chicken. Veggies. Bread rolls. You name it. Unlike her step-bro, the "Good Guy" is all smiles and sunshine as she takes a seat across the table from him.
Bayley: No match this week, huh?
Kyle just shakes his head "no", not breaking eye-contact with whatever void he's staring into as he takes another drink from his G-Zero. Bayley chomps through a celery stick and shrugs.
Bayley: Yeah, me neither. But that's kinda for the best, I think, cause while I was line for the chicken over there, I came up with this plan...
There's a sneaky, conniving emphasis on "plan". Kyle doesn't register the nuance. He's still just looking off into the nowhere, looking distracted, just barely paying attention. Bayley waits for him to express some interest, and when he doesn't, she leans in.
Bayley: Well doncha wanna hear it?
KO'R: Uh.... yeah, sure...
She smiles again, cracks her knuckles with a interlocked-finger-flex like she's about to lay it all out and then shoves her dinner aside so she can lean in some more cause its top secret.
Bayley: Kay... so like... Will Ospreay has just been totally asking for it for a while now. He clearly didn't get the message when we sent him packing to the back a few weeks ago. I mean... what happened last week? They way he came out and got all up in your business right before you were about to finish off Spike? The dude is like... I dunno... he's like obsessed with you or something. Its kinda creepy.
Clocking Kyle's continued disinterest as she rambles, Bayley then cuts to the chase.
Bayley: So what I'm thinking is that tonight we get a little payback, huh? Obviously you're gonna beat the wheels off of him at Backlash. That goes without saying. But why till we get to Brooklyn? He's wrestling Shark Boy in the main event in what could probably be called the biggest match of his UWF career, right? That's the Number One Contender he's fighting, after all. Wouldn't it be such a shame - like a real tragedy - if somebody went down to ringside and messed around with him a little bit? Ya know, throw him off his game, maybe grab an ankle or hit him over the head with a chair while the Referee is distracted?
The thought of extra-curricular violence looks like its piqued Kyle's interest, but only for a fleeting moment. As Bayley waits for an affirmative response, that temporary moment of enthusiasm passes and reason or honour or something in between takes over. O'Reilly finally looks up at his step-sister, shakes his head, and replies...
KO'R: Nah...
Bayley pulls back, surprised. Stunned, even. Like she can't believe what she just heard.
Bayley: "Nah"?
Kyle shrugs again.
Bayley: Are you... how's your blood sugar? Did you eat tonight? You want me to get you a plate? Here have some of mine!
She offers up her meal but Kyle puts a hand to stop her.
KO'R: I'm good. I just wanna let Shark Boy do his thing, and if there's anything left of Will Ospreay after that, I'll smash it to smithereens at Backlash.
Bayley: Right... but...
KO'R: Seriously, its fine.
There's a bit of an awkward silence. Kyle's made his point and Bayley doesn't know how to respond. She can't figure out what's gotten into her step-bro lately. A few seconds later, he stands up.
KO'R: I'll BRB.
Kyle walks off to go somewhere else or something. Bayley watches him go while slowly that looks of confusion morphs into a face of action - one hatching some new rendition of the plan. Her step-brother might be in some kinda funk, but she's already contemplating how to get him out of it. You can tell just by the look in her eyes and the way she's scratching her chin.
On that suspicious not, Revolution continues elsewhere!
The scene opens up to The Mafia’s Clubhouse where Finn Balor is seated at his desk and across from him the remaining members of The Mafia; Mafia Dom, Damian Priest, Randy Orton, and Cody Rhodes. You could cut the tension with a knife as they begin to stare at each other before they begin to talk.
Orton: Hey Damian, what's this big meeting all about?
Damian Priest grunts before replying to Orton
Damian Priest
Whatever it is, I hope it’s to send you two packing back to where you belong.
Orton laughs.
Orton: I honestly don't care whatever it is because I do things my own way. So whatever Finn has cooking up his sleeve. He better spill the tea.
Priest laughs as well.
Damian Priest
Why don’t you just shut your mouth sometimes, you always think something is about doing it your way. I don’t even know why Boss would let a snake in here.
Orton stares at him with an angry look.
Orton: Why don't you stop being a little punk and make me! I dare ya. I have no problem dropping your ass right now.
With the tensions at an all time high Orton and Priest have the attention of everyone. Priest then launches a fist at Orton as the two begin to brawl before quickly being separated by Mafia Dom and Cody Rhodes. Cody Rhodes carries Orton as Dom does with Priest.
Cody: Listen fellas. Stop it. We are here for a meeting that Finn order. So why don't you guys settle your differences outside after the meeting. For now, we got to listen Balor. At least Rey's kid knows it already by now.
Mafia Dom quickly turns around to reply to Cody as he seems a bit angry.
Mafia Dom
Hey, don’t think we’re cool man, I still don’t like you for what you did to me in that locker room fool. I’m with Priest on this one, I don’t know where Finn got off at letting y’all roll with us. I can see right through it all Cody you're just using us.
Cody gives a smirk.
Cody: Whatever you said kid. I honestly admit that we all got something in common. But you still got a lot to learn.
Mafia Dom quickly gets into the face of Cody Rhodes
Mafia Dom
Ohhh you wanna make jokes huh play boy.
Just as it seemed that The Hitmen/Orton/Cody were about to come to blows Finn Balor shouts.
Finn Balor
Enough!
Both Orton/Cody give the other members of the Mafia the evil eye. The Hitmen side eyes them while Balor begins to speak
Finn Balor
Right now ain’t the time for all of that nonsense, you’re making enemies amongst yourselves when the biggest enemy right now is JBL.
He wants to come and take away our precious Television Championship, but we’re not gonna let that happen. Matter of fact we’re not letting him make it to Backlash!
You wanna fight Priest so bad, I hope you have that same energy when you face JBL tonight. Matter fact since it seems like such a problem right now how’s about The Hitmen taking the night off and you two handle their business.
Finn Bálor looks at both Cody Rhodes and Randy Orton in the face.
Orton, Cody you two will take out JBL before Backlash, tick tock.
Cody and Randy Orton walk out the room with a deadly evil smirk on their faces leaving Finn Bálor behind with his crew.
"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. Suddenly the UWF Champion Trevor Lee appears behind him. He runs down the ramp and clobbers Knight in the back of the head with the UWF championship! Lee is all smiles after robbing the people of a good competitive match but but he doesn't care as he's got bigger fish to fry. He goes into the ring and tells the ref to start the match and count him out. The ref gets some news in his earpiece and reluctantly goes to start the match.
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DING DING DING
Tom Phillips: Really? This is how our UWF Champion reacts?
Corey Graves: He just went to war in Harlan earlier in the week. I got a sneak peek of it and it';s brutal. He can't risk this match right now.
The ref has reached a count of 5 as Knight begins to stir. He crawls towards the ring but Lee is telling him to hurry up and count faster. He reaches the 8 count when Knight jumps back into the ring. Lee immediately runs over and starts attacking him with a barrage of clubbing blows to the back. He then picks him up and goes to put him in Political Aspirations but Knight rolls him forward into a Snapmare and gives him a Dropkick to the back of the head! Lee holds the back of his head and gets to his feet only to get kicked in the gut and planted with an Implaer DDT! Knight makes the cover!
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Lee kicks out! Knight sits up but looks a bit rough. He tries to shake off the cobwebs from that hit to the back of the head as he gets to his feet. He picks up the UWF Champion and brings him to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. He then seats him on the top rope and goes up along with him. He starts to lift hhim up for the Superplex but Lee fights back with some shots to the ribs and follows up with a Headbutt! Knight is stunned but hangs onand doesn't fall back. Lee instead jumps up and drives him down with a Cave In from the top rope! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Trevor Lee!
Lee gets his title and raises it high, happy with the outcome here tonight. The ref checks on LA Knight while Lee just heads on to the back with his head held high as the show moves on.
The scene opens with Leyton Buzzard, the Bristol born bastard, running through the streets of Bristol. What is he wearing? Well Bucko, grey sweatsuit and black beanie hat, and the camera follows him as he runs pumping his dumbells, He is training hard as the montage continues on as the music continues.
The scene then cuts to a series of quick shots of Leyton training. He's shown hitting a speed bag, lifting weights, running through the streets, and doing one-armed push-ups. The shots are quick and dynamic, set to the energetic music of "Gonna Fly Now."
Next, we see Leyton training with his close-friend, Kieran Kelly, in a rundown gym. Kieran is yelling at Leyton to work harder and push himself to the limit. Leyton is shown punching a heavy bag and doing sit-ups, sweat pouring down his face.
The montage then switches to scenes of Leyton running through the city, including a Market and the Bristol docks. He's shown dodging cars, running up stairs, and jumping over obstacles. The camera follows him closely, giving the viewer a sense of his intense determination and focus.
The montage ends with Leyton standing triumphantly at the top of the steps of the Bristol Cascade Steps look it up real landmark schmucks, looking out over the city. The music swells as the camera pans out, showing the full scope of the city and the challenges that Leyton has overcome.
We head backstage near the locker room area. We are greeted by the back of a man's head. It's scruffy blonde hair with a little devon patch in the middle. His stood in front of a door. It say's Step-Siblings...must be Bayley and Kyle's door. A hand comes into shot, knocking on the door but almost instantly, without waiting for a response, the man opens the door and makes his way inside. The face is turned towards the camera now as it shows Uncle Spike Dudley's face. He opens the door, closing it half way and having a look behind the door. His face reflects his feelings......a look of disappointment as he lets the fans know his feelings
Spike: Still no poster on his door. One day I will get there.
Spike waits a moment, allowing the camera to slip into the lockeroom..... it's weird how that works as the camera is invisible but did Spike muster up the skill of unbelievable sight. Anyway, the camera is in and Spike closes the door ever so softly. He makes his way into the room where the Kyle is sitting in chair, staring at the floor, knuckles bloody despite not having competed tonight, fractions of a broken, incomplete Rubik's Cube scattered across the concrete floor.
Spike: I needed to come here tonight and look you in the eye Kyle. We showed alot of respect last week when we shook each other's hands.
The Diabetic Dragon isn't really listening, though. His eyes are fixated on the largest remaining piece of the destroyed puzzle on the floor just a few feet away.
KO'R: I was so close. I had like five sides good...
Rather than explaining that five sides being good implies a perfect sixth, Spike endeavours to steer the conversation back to the reason he came in here in the first place.
Spike: Look, man -
KO'R: Do you ever like... I dunno... fight with your brothers?
The sudden pivot catches the Ultimate Underdog off-guard. O'Reilly tries to elaborate, looking up at Spike now.
KO'R: Like what do you do when they just kinda get on your nerves a lot?
Spike: Wait, I didn't come here to speak abo......
Spike pauses, he looks at the look on Kyle's face. He scratches his chin, looking at Kyle and thinking about his response. It seems Spike has had enough of serious time. His ready to have a little bit of fun...hey both have earnt it after their recent efforts.
Spike: You know what Kyle, let's talk about Step Siblings. I'm going to be honest with you, I've often wondered what a step sibling is and what they should do, how they act but the best advice I can give you is don't....what ever you do, don't google it. The only thing you will find is that it's pretty easy to get stuck in a washing machine...washing machines aren't meant for people Kyle....so much spinning.
Spike drifts off....which in turn doesn't help Kyle as he drifts off. He clicks his fingers back to it.
Spike: But back to step siblings. Kyle, I'm not going to lie. I have no idea what you are going through. Your biggest problem...you have a beautiful, strong, independent Step-Sister that it seems every man and his dog wants a piece of. Look at who I'm related to. You think I have to fight people off of Bubba and D-Von? The only people that want a piece of either of those two is when Bubba goes to all you can eat restaurants. He makes children cry Kyle....children cry because he has meat sweats coming out of every part of his pore.
Spike holds his nose, imagining the smell. He doesn't look best pleased.
Spike: I have been known to get into the odd scrap with my brothers though. Hell, it ain't Christmas until Mumma Dudley has driven at least 6 children through a table and my brothers has used my undies as a stocking....with me still inside them. You fight, you make up, you fight, you make up, you fight.....if you google it you make out....kids these days. That wouldn't have happened back in my day. This patch you are going through with Bayley.....you will get through it. I once ate the last chicken wing.....Bubba didn't speak to me for years. Don't tell him this but it was the best years of my life. I saw last week though, the love they had in their eyes when they came out to help us and I saw the love and concern in Bayley's eyes when you and I become a crash test dummy for the other two dummies... Kyle, you and Bayley will be okay. Just like you and I will be okay. We are just built to be okay. We just get on with life. I bet if you take your Rubix Cube to Bayley right now, she will help you finish it....in fact, I bet my left nut on it......although you will need to get it out of Stacy's handbag to pay up if I'm wrong.
Spike feels down below, making sure they are still there. He breathes a sigh of relieve. He looks at Kyle who has a thinking face on.
Spike: And that my friend is story time with Uncle Spike Dudley. I hope I helped you out and you are better for it.
Save for spells of hyper-fixation, Kyle's attention span isn't the best. Still, it looks like he's really heard what Spike had to say. He's chewing on it. Processing. Dwelling.
With a short little nod, Kyle stands up, pats Dudley on the shoulder, then walks past him towards the closed door. In the vacant spot where there isn't a poster, O'Reilly paints a picture with his right index finger, wiping off blood from his messed up left knuckles to illustrate the drawing. The Ultimate Underdog stands back and watches as Kyle spells out his name in blood, and even adds something extra on the end...
S P I K E = OK
Shakespeare says brevity is the soul of wit, but sometimes there's only so much blood to give and you gotta be concised. Nevertheless, its a rare show of friendship and affirmation from the Human Swiss Army Knife, who, being to shy to bare any more of his feelings, proceeds to head out into the hall and disappear from sight. Spike is left alone in the locker room, blooding dripping from the friendly memo while Revolution rolls on!
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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
The camera focuses on the entrance ramp where Eddie Guerrero and the referee is waiting for Leyton to come out. But they don't see anyone coming out and then everyone see a hooded man running out from the crowd and he he jumps into the ring as he attacks Eddie from behind. He takes off his hoodie as he reveals himself to be Leyton and he has a smirk on his face. Then the referee ring the bell and they start the match with Buzzard beating down Eddie Guerrero near the turnbuckle.
Buzzard looks at the crowd as he takes off his hoodie and throws it into the outside. Buzzard starts mocking Eddie by doing his dance and the crowd boos him. He goes back to Eddie and picks him up. He talks trash as he hits him with a hard right hand and he picks him up again. He whips him to the ropes as Eddie bounces off the ropes and Buzzard prepares to back body drop him. But Eddie reverses and Eddie lands on his feet as he takes Leyton down with a neckbreaker. Eddie quickly hook the leg as the referee begin the count and Leyton quickly kick out
Corey: Eddie should know better to try to sneak in a early pin
Tom Phillips: At least he tried.
Marc: Guess Eddie doesn't know Leyton too well.
Eddie grabs Leyton as he gives some chops to the chest and he whips him to the turnbuckle. Leyton's back hits the turnbuckle as Eddie walks over and gives him some chops to the chest. He climbs jp and he gives Leyton the nine punches to the head with the crowd counting along with him. He is about to hit the last punch as Leyton ducks out of the corner and he hits a huge hurricana off the top rope. Eddie hits the floor hard as Leyton takes advantage and quickly hooks the leg with his feet on the ropes.
The referee begins the count.
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Eve gets on the ropes and tells the referee that Leyton's feet are on the ropes which causes the referee to stop counting. Leyton realizes this as he gets upset and he walks over to argue with Eve.
Eddie has a huge smirk on his face while he comes from behind to roll Leyton from behind and he is holding the tights and the referee begins the count.
1......
2......
And a 3 count.
Marco: Guerrero is up to his tricks again
Tom Phillips: The referee didn't catch Eddie's cheating.
Corey Graves: Good thing, Leyton kicked out at the last minute.
Leyton gets extremely upset that Eddie almost got away with it and he quickly grabs Eddie. He hits him with a Geek of Nature and then he grabs Eddie's head. He placed him in a sleeper hold and the referee checked on Eddie Guerrero. Eddie is getting tired as The referee asks if he gives up and Eddie shakes his head no. Leyton keeps on pushing more pressure on the submission hold. The referee looks at Eddie and checks with him again because it looks like Eddie is about to pass out. The referee asks him again and Eddie's eyes are closed. The referee raises Eddie's hand and he drops it.
1
The referee grabs it and he drops it again.
2
The referee grabs it and he drops it.
And......
Eddie's hand starts shaking and he is movingly before the count of three. Eddie is getting some life inside him. While he hears his name getting chanted by the roaring crowd.
Macro: It looks like Eddie is back in this.
Corey Graves" We were just about to see the fall of the legendary luchador right before our eyes too.
Tom Phillips: Never count out Eddie Guerrero just yet!
Eddie got up to his knees and Leyton tried not to let go of the submission hold as Eddie elbows him in the chest. Leyton lets go of the hold as Eddie hits him with the European uppercut and Eddie whips him to the ropes. Leyton bounces back and Eddie dropkicks him as he quickly grabs him. He hits his chest and he hits Leyton with the three amigos as Leyton is down.
Marco: Looks like Leyton is in trouble right now.
Corey Graves: I think Latino Heat is trying to end this once and for all.
Eddie Guerrero walks over to climb the turnbuckle and he shakes his hips as he jumps off the turnbuckle. He attempts to hit the Frog Splash as Leyton was smart enough to put his knees up and Eddie is down. Leyton uses the opportunity to grab Eddie and he throws him outside the ring as Leyton slides out of the ring through the ring ropes. He grabs Eddie as he gives him some punches to the face. Then he whips Eddie to the steel steps as Eddie's back hits the steel steps extremely hard and Eve looks worried while Leyton is admiring his work. He grabs Eddie and he brings him to the announcer table as he places him onto the table. Leyton climbs it as he gives Eddie some punches and he grabs him. Leyton tries to hit him with a diving ddt onto the table. But Eddie backs out of it as he reverses it and he gets up. Leyton fell down on the table and it didn't break the table. He grabbed Leyton and he put him in place and he slid off the announcer table. He quickly slides into the ring and he jumps on the turnbuckle as he jumps off. He hits a huge Frog Splash off the turnbuckle onto Leyton and it breaks the announcer table as both men are down.
Marco: Wow, that was a huge Frog Splash!
Tom Phillips: Eddie is full of surprises.
Corey: Eddie is firing on all cylinders.
The referee begins the ten count as both men are still down.
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2......
3.......
4.......
5.......
6.......
7.......
8.......
Both men are slowly getting up.
9......
Both men quickly slide into the ring before the ten count to continue the match
Both men start hitting each other with punches until one of them gets the upper hand and Leyton gets the upper hand. He quickly grab Eddie and hits him with a Davy Jones Driver as he hooks the leg.
1......
2......
And a kick out
Leyton holds his head as he cannot believe it and he grabs Eddie again. He hooked the leg again and Eddie managed to kick out quickly this time. Leyton shakes his head no as he grabs Eddie and he headbutt him hard knocking the luchador down. He quickly runs to the turnbuckle and he jumps off the turnbuckle as he hits the 450 Splash.
Marco: Oh My God, what a huge 450 Splash!
Tom Phillips: Is this the end of Eddie Guerrero!,
Corey Graves: I hope so!
The referee began the count.
1.....
2.....
And Eddie kicks out! Buzzard has had it and lifts up Guerrero and goes for the Buzzard Driver but Eddie slips off behind him and shoves him to the ropes. Leyton comes off them and runs into a Dropkick! Eddie then picks him up and delivers the Three Amigos. He gives off a shimmy and his baby mama Eve does the same at ringside. He gets ready to go up top but stops at the top and Eve gets on the apron and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Buzzard however gets to his feet and runs at the ropes to knock off his balance and Eddie falls to the mat. He's getting back to his feet but Buzzard runs past him and springboards off the bottom rope into Air Leyton! He makes the pin!
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3 .....
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Leyton Buzzard!
Buzzard gets his hand raised in victory. He looks directly into the camera and tells Batista that's what he's got in store for him at Backlash before he leaves the ring and the show moves on.
The scene opens up on Batista pacing his office.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: That son of a bitch Buzzard thinks he can come onto my set and attack me and leave me injured so I’d later lose to that piece of shit Eddie Kingston? Well that’s not going to go unpunished!
The Miz: Make him suffer at Backlash!
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Oh he’ll suffer. I promise you that.
Batista leaves his office on that note as Revolution continues elsewhere.
Back from commercial and the camera feed opens up on Drew McIntyre who is sat gathering his thoughts.
Drew McIntyre: I’m going to make one thing crystal clear. I do not consider losing three matches in the space of six weeks to be a bad thing. Why is that exactly? Because no match outcome has been able to derail the path of destruction that I am on. But it’s because of the nature of that impact and subsequent fallout that I’ve decided to take a week away from the poisonous environments that are Revolution and the UWF locker room, and instead I am taking the time to quietly reflect and prepare myself for what comes next, which is of course a match against Eddie Guerrero, one of if not the most delusional wrestlers on the payroll. Eddie thought he was being clever last week by coming out and costing me my match, but all he’s done is given me justifiable reason to make sure that his renewed lease on life as a newlywed is as miserable as possible. My only advice to you at this time Eddie is to enjoy what remains of your nuptials, because by the time Backlash is in the history books, your wife is going to have her work cut out for her by nursing the broken pieces of you that I’m sending back to her, on top of having to prepare for the birth of your unborn devil child. You made a serious mistake by crossing me these last couple of weeks, and on May 21st you will get to find that out in the hardest and cruellest way possible!
As McIntyre cuts away from the camera lens to look into space, the feed transfers back to the arena for the show to resume.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
The opening bells of the New York Stock Exchange ring throughout the arena, as "Longhorn" blares loudly, signaling the arrival of The Wrestling God. The crowd in the arena is quick to break out into a chorus of boo's, showing their disdain for John "Bradshaw" Layfield. As the lights flicker between gold and green and the camera pans around the crowd, we see JBL's trademark limousine, complete with longhorns on the hood, push through the stage curtains and pull up to the side of the Revolution stage. As the limo comes to a stop, the driver hurries out of the front seat, and rushes towards the back seat door, which has been emblazoned with JBL's logo. The driver opens the door and out steps "The One Man Conglomerate" with a huge smile on his face. Layfield is wearing his ring jacket with a towel tucked in and wrapped around his neck, and his white cowboy hat. He looks around the arena and removes his hat, waving it at the crowd as he makes his way towards the stage.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighting in at 290 pounds, from New York City - John "Bradshaw" Layfield - JBL!
Layfield walks down the ramp and waves his hat around towards the crowd, completely oblivious to how much these fans detest him. Layfield trots down the ramp, before he stops and looks at a fan at ringside with a look of disgust on his face. He scoffs and smirks as he walks down the ramp and up the stairs into the ring. He stops and removes his hat again, and throws his arms out, which draws a big reaction from an irate crowd. Layfield enters the ring, and places his hat back on his head, while he walks over to the turnbuckle. He pulls himself up to the top rope and again removes his hat and waves his arms out to his side, drawing another huge chorus of boo's from the crowd. JBL hops down and finally begins to focus his attention to the match at hand.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
As the theme music of Randy Orton plays, everyone including JBL is watching the stage as Orton slides into the ring behind him and connects with a Bulldog.
VS 
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds to get this one officially underway, John is getting up from the mat as Randy goes for the RKO but John pushes him into the ropes and as Orton comes off, blasts him with a Big Boot. Bradshaw goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Orton gets the shoulder up!
Tom Phillips: Randy Orton barely still in this one, no doubt!
Mauro Ranallo: It might have just been a standard boot, but with the force a man the size of JBL can put behind it, we can see why this one was nearly over just now!
Corey Graves: JBL told Randy this would be a war and we’re seeing that before our very eyes!
As both men return to a vertical base, Randy is the first to go on the offensive as he lands a right to the face of John. John fires back and lands a punch of his own, then follows up with a left, then another right as he then grabs Randy’s wrist and whips him into the ropes. As Orton comes off the ropes, he stops himself and leaps up, connecting with a Standing Dropkick that knocks Bradshaw down but he gets back up soon after and shoves Randy with both hands. Randy shoves him back and then follows up with a slap across the left side of the face. Orton then hits Bradshaw with an Uppercut, causing him to stagger back into the corner as Orton runs over and connects with a Body Splash.
As Bradshaw comes staggering out of the corner, Randy scoops him up horizontally in his arms and pivots, planting John against the mat. Randy heads to the top rope now and leaps off but John raises his leg and the abdomen of the Viper connects with his boot as Orton falls to the mat. Bradshaw gets to his feet now, delivering a few stomps to Randy before dropping an elbow onto him. As John gets up following the elbow, he goes for another but Randy gets out of the way and Bradshaw hits nothing but mat. As Bradshaw pops up, Randy goes for an RKO but John pushes him into the ropes again and as Orton comes off, John goes for the Clothesline From Hell but Randy ducks and goes to the opposite ropes.
As Orton comes off the ropes, he leaps up and connects with a Dropkick that sends John through the ropes he’s near and to the outside as Randy follows after. As John gets up, Randy goes for a punch but the big Texan blocks it and connects with a thumb to the eye, then grabs Randy and whips him into the steel steps. John re-enters the ring as Orton soon does as well, the two men circling one another for a moment before lunging towards each other, John clocking Randy with a stiff forearm before delivering a knee to the abdomen, hoisting Orton up when he hunches over and planting him with a ring shaking Powerbomb! JBL again goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Orton kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Randy Orton needs to watch himself because that’s twice he’s been on the brink of defeat!
Mauro Ranallo: JBL showing that he can just about end it at any time, but the heart, albeit cold and black, of Randy keeps him fighting.
Corey Graves: It’s still anyone’s W to claim. If we see a Clothesline From Hell or an RKO connect, it’s over.
As Randy gets up, he’s holding his lower back due to the force he was just dropped with as John licks his lips at the sight of the wounded Viper. John kicks Randy in the abdomen now and places his head between his legs, hoisting him up for another Powerbomb but Randy spits downward into the eyes of Layfield and squirms free, landing in front of John as he goes for the RKO but, once again, JBL has the ring presence to push him into the ropes and as Orton comes off of them, he connects with a head tearing Clothesline From Hell! JBL goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, John Bradshaw Layfield!
As JBL celebrates his victory, suddenly he’s ambushed by The Mafia as they knock him to the mat and start putting the boots to him.
Tom Phillips: That damn Mafia!
The fans boo the assault on Bradshaw as, just as suddenly as The Mafia began their attack, some help arrives.
Mauro Ranallo: It’s Dax Harwood and Cash Wheeler!
Corey Graves: FTR are here in the UWF!
As FTR hit the ring, The Mafia retreats as Dax and Cash help Bradshaw up. Revolution continues elsewhere.
The titantron cuts to Samoa Joe once again being joined by Renee Young. A smug look would be on Joe's face as Renee preps herself.
Renee Young: Hello UWF Universe, Renee Young here with "The Samoan Submission Machine" Samoa Joe. Now Joe last week EC3 announced you would be taking on Spike Dudley at Backlash after you came down during his match and….
Joe would lift a hand up and grab a mic.
Samoa Joe: You're right Renee, I did come down during Spikes match and good on him for getting the win despite what I put him through; it shows focus and grit that I'll admit I didn't know Spike had in him.
Now many of you are probably wondering why I went out there and I feel that answer should be fairly obvious but I'll spell it out for those in the audience who might be a bit behind: I asked Spike to come find me. If he had issues with how I conducted my affairs, come find me. He didn't.
Shooting a glance at Renee, Joe would continue.
Samoa Joe: Now Spike Dudley finds himself in the unenviable position of being directly in my crosshairs. He didn't like what I did to Tommaso Ciampa, well when I'm done to him it'll look like I just gave Ciampa a pat on the back compared to what I'm going to do……
Joe would notice that Renee isn't looking at him, she's looking past him. Joe would turn round and the camera would pan to Spike Dudley. Joe would smirk. Spike doesn’t look too impressed with Joe but he finally found him. He's been searching. Renee see’s this might not be the best thing to be in the middle of so she steps to the side. Spike gets right in Joe’s face.
Spike: Joe, it’s about time I found you. I wanted to talk ab…..
Spike is cut off mid sentence. His confidence turns to wheezing as Samoa Joe has got a short jab straight into the middle of his throat.
Samoa Joe: I’m done talking boy.
Spike looks at Joe….with a look of shock more than anything as he wasn’t expecting that. The weezing continues as Joe looks at him with a vicious smirk. Spike holds his throat but he decides to strike before Joe as he runs forward, driving Joe back into a wall behind them. Joe let’s out a noise of pain as his back hits the concrete wall. Spike wheels back, still trying to get his breath. He steps forward, looking to punch Joe in the face. One connects but the second one Joe moves his head, making Spike punch the wall behind him. Whilst this has all happened, Renee has been standing to the side, lighting up her trusty cigarette, taking a drag and just taking in the action.
Joe has a look at her, winks at her whilst Spike let’s out a grasp whilst shaking his hand that hit the wall.. “Not again Renee, I’ve warned you”. Joe doesn’t judge however as he steps forward, smiling at Renee. She doesn’t quite know what to make of it but Joe motions for a drag. Renee doesn’t hold back as she hands it over. Spike now let’s out another grasp. “Not you too Samoa”. Lucky enough for Spike, Joe doesn’t take a drag……unluckily enough for Spike though, Samoa wanted the cigarette to put it out right on Spike’s forehead. Spike wheels back in pain again from the burn this time.
Joe would then take a cigarette from Renee’s packet and light one up, passing it to her and smirking. Stepping over Spike, Joe would crouch down next to him.
Samoa Joe: See you at Backlash, Runt.
With that Joe would walk off as Renee helps Spike to his feet, checking if he’s ok, Spike would nod and then walk off, leaving Renee to look in both of directions that each of them walked off in as Revolution moves on.
We cut to the backstage area where Renee Young is looking to get an interview with the Forever Champion Sami Zayn.
Renee Young: Excuse me Sami? I Just wanted to -
Sami Zayn: Oh look who's come crawling back! Kayla's been busy interviewing people and so now you gotta finally come and talk to me. How's Jon by the way? After what I did to him I'm sure he took it hard huh?
Renee Young: He's fine. I just wanted to get your thoughts on your upcoming match with Edge at Backlash.
Sami Zayn: My thoughts? I think they're already apparent. I tried to help Edge and he's refused me help. He should be at home playing with his daughters and being a good dad but instead he wants to fight me. Does that sound like a good dad to you? Luckily I'll put him out of his misery and send him back to the hospital bed with his girls by his side where he belongs. And all it will take is just one swift kick to the head.
Renee Young: Are you sure about that? We just saw you hit him with a Helluva Kick earlier and he kicked out and-
Sami Zayn: No. I won't be having none of that nonsense. I hit him in the side of the head because he wasn't position perfectly and MJF isn't exactly what I would call a good wrestler. He failed to get a deep cover and that's why Edge kicked out. Had it been me in that ring, as the great Mark Whalberg once said, it wouldn't have gone down like that.
What a weird in inappropriate quote but Sami doesn't seem to realize where that originated from.
Renee Young: Well we also have it on good authority that the King of the Ring is coming up and-
Sami Zayn: And what? Do you think I need to go through a bunch of different men to prove I'm worthy of a world title shot? After I defeat the former UWF Champion and send him packing once more, I shouldn't need a tournament to get what's rightfully mine. I've already spoken with EC3 and he's agreed.
Renee Young: He's agreed?
Sami Zayn: He's agreed to hear me out. Same thing. Look I gotta go and speak with Young Willy about something so if you don't mind, please go bother someone else.
Sami shoos Renee away and walks off as the show moves on.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
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: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds. Fighting out of Rainham, England, he IS the Commonwealth Kingpin of the United Empire, The ASSASSIN, WILL OSPREAY!"
Ospreay pays no mind to the ring announcer, he rolls into the ring, stares directly down the main camera, bounds one leg over the top rope and another leg 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.
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. 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.
Chimel: And his opponent, 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 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.
Tony steps out of the ring and after ensuring both men are ready to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
The bell sounding off might as well be a pistol popping off a round at the starting line of the hundred meter dash. Ospreay sprints ahead like he just got fired out of a friggin cannon. He crosses the squared circle in the blink of an eye, throwing all of his weight plus a couple of pounds of bad intentions behind a charging elbow strike - a rendition of the Hidden Blade that's not so hidden, just abrupt and direct and straight up about how violent it is.
That kinda zest might be too spicy for a lesser competitor to handle, but ol' Shark Boy's been around the block a couple times and brother, he's seen it all. Most of it twice. Fast as Ospreay is, the Son of a Fish is able to duck the shot to stave off imminent decapitation. He jogs it off towards the center of the ring while Will's follow-through has him careening towards the corner. The Brit stops just shy of slamming hisself into the buckle. Pulling up, he peers back over his shoulder at his opponent, a wry smile spread across his mug.
Phillips: Will Ospreay is coming out swinging!
Graves: The man's not paid by the hour, Phillips. With Backlash just around the corner, you can see why he'd want to make short work of his opponent here.
Ranallo: An early knockout would be a massive statement, too, but I think Ospreay is going to have to dig a whole lot deeper than that if he wants to put away the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship.
Ospreay turns around and begins to circle around the edge of the ring, now looking for a more calculated shot in on his foe. Shark Boy ain't one to stand around and wait for a fight to come to him, though. The Bass Kicker closes the distance like Burger King is apparently going to close 400 locations this year (RIP) and presses the young Brit into another corner.
Once he's cut off the angles, Shark Boy steps in to lock up with the Assassin. Will feints like he's ready to engage with some classic collar-and-elbow, only to turn the tables, duck SB's outstretched arms and slip behind him. Ospreay hooks his arms around the masked man's waist, perhaps thinking about a German suplex. The Former Champ quickly breaks the grip. Will makes a hasty transition upwards, faking out his opponent again like he's going for a neckbreaker only to let go of that hold right after he applies it, then pivoting around to come in hot and heavy with a rolling elbow strike to the dome.
Shark Boy dips his head to avoid getting creamed with the Chelsea Grin. The Commonwealth Kingpin 360's. When Will's spun back to where he started, the Shellraiser attempts some offense of his own with a boot to the midsection. Ospreay catches the foot and whips it around so that its Shark Boy rotating like a top now. SB circles right into a Gamengiri from the Assassin, which knocks him off his feet.
Graves: They say sharks have like five hundred teeth or something, right? I wonder how many Ospreay just knocked loose with that head kick.
Ranallo: Ospreay back to his feet already!
The tenacious young superstar pops back to his feet only to launch him into the air with a standing Shooting Star Press! He lands right on top of Shark Boy then hooks a leg for the pin attempt...
1...
Shark Boy shoves him off at one and rolls away, stumbling to his feet.
Ospreay is all over him, catching up and grabbing a wrist before the Number One Contender can get very far. When he tries to whip the Shellraiser, howerver, Shark Boy plants his feet and counters, instead sending the Brit towards the ropes. Will flings himself into the cables upside down, hitting them coming off a hand stand then springing right back to go after the head with a kick again, this time with that Robinson Special of his.
Shark Boy ain't trying to take another hit like that so he drops down and rolls out of the ring, making sure he can't get clipped by a follow-up, either. Once again, Will is right back up to a vertical base in no time at all. He lines up the C.U.N.T. member on the floor and builds up some speed on the ropes like he's about to dive on him. Shark Boy gets the heck out of dodge but it was al just a fake-out anyway. Ospreay pulls up before even diving over the ropes, and what looked like it might be a Sasuke Special turns into the Assassin sticking a cocksure superhero landing in the center of the ring.
Graves: My goodness... how athletic is Will Ospreay?
Phillips: Whatever the answer is, he's got twice that in arrogance.
Will looks up, smiling again at his opponent on the floor. The fans might normally give it up for someone styling like that - if it wasn't coming courtesy of somebody they despised and it wasn't all done to mock and get in the head of their beloved Shellraiser.
From the floor, Shark Boy stares back at Will and nods, giving him some props for the pizzaz before getting straight back to work. The Referee tells Ospreay to give SB some room so he can get back in the ring. Will's so confident in himself that he doesn't mind, welcoming his foe back in with a beckoning gesture.
A "SHARK BOY" chants starts up around the arena, courtesy the Shark-o-Holics as their boy climbs the apron and steps through the ropes. Ospreay only just allows him to come in before turning up the heat again. He runs in, looking to soften up the former champ with a forearm across the back. Shark Boy takes the hit and responds with one of his own, giving Ospreay a taste of the brawler's stand-up game for the first time tonight. By the look on the Commonwealth Kingpin's face, he wasn't expecting it to smart so hard.
Ranallo: I think Shark Boy just knocked some respect into young Mister Ospreay.
Phillips: Shark Boy is arguably the best pure-striker on the roster.
Following up with another few punches to the face, Shark Boy soon has his opponent on the back foot. However tough Will is, he's having a hard time weathering this onslaught, and however quick and clever he may be, he doesn't seem to have a snappy answer a straight up fight getting taken to him.
The Official is attempting to warn SB about all those closed-fist strikes but the guy has worked enough of the man's matches now to more or less know better. Before long, Shark Boy's beatdown has pushed Will up against the ropes. Once he's there, the Shellraiser grabs an arm and whips him long-ways across the squared circle. Ospreay's dazed and confused, running on muscle memory and momentum alone. He bounces off the far ropes and comes back to find himself on the ugly end of a Thesz Press!
Shark Boy ploughs Will into the canvas and continues to pummel him like the dude owes him money. Ospreay turtles up to avoid taking too many more shots to the head. Finally, the Referee has seen enough and pleads with Shark Boy to let up with the punching, using his most serious voice.
The Number One Contender gets a few more good licks in before rolling off and then leaning on the battered Brit to make a cover...
1...
2...
Ospreay kicks out after two. Shark Boy looks over at him like "You sure you want more?" and then tries for a pin again, giving the Assassin one more chance to go down easy...
1...
2...
Ospreay shoves him off emphatically this time.
Ranallo: Ospreay refuses to stay down even after what most have been two dozen unanswered shots. I admire the fighting spirit, but if he takes much more of this, he might not even be cleared to make it to Backlash.
Phillips: Speaking of, you have to think Trevor Lee is watching this match right now and shaking in his boots at the sight of a motivated, dangerous Number One Contender.
Graves: The Mayor beat him once, he can do it again.
Both competitors scurry to their feet. Shark Boy looks to keep up the offense but Will pushes him away as he closes in, inadvertently - or maybe not to inadvertently - pushing him directly into the Referee, who goes down like his bones are made out of wet cardboard.
The fans perk up at the sight of a Ref bump. Its a telltale sign for shenanigans to come, and they look up the ramp expecting to see trouble. Except guess what? There's no sign of Trevor Lee or his goons coming to mess with Shark Boy, nor any indication the C.U.N.T. fellas are gonna run in outta nowhere. Not even Will's mentor / life coach / best pal Sami Zayn or his Mexican cohorts make an appearance.
Instead, to the surprise of the fans, its Bayley! All by herself! The "Good Guy" hops the railing to hit the ringside area, having snuck in through the crowd.
Phillips: What's Bayley doing out here?
Graves: Ruining another guy's life for a change?
She shoots daggers at Corey as she passes by cause they got heat. Up in the ring, Ospreay's all worried about the interference. He figures Kyle can't be far behind so he's looking all around for the Diabetic Dragon. That leaves him wide open to a not-so-distracted Shark Boy, who spins him around, gets a knee in his tummy and then plants him with a DDT!
Bayley, meanwhile, grabs a chair from the timekeeper's area, folds it up and brings it over to the squared circle. She proceeds to slide it under the ropes to Shark Boy and tells him to use it while the Referee is still down.
Graves: She's trying to get Shark Boy to do her dirty work!
Ranallo: I don't think Shark Boy is interested...
He picks up the chair, but not to use it. SB tells Kyle's step-sister to kick rocks then goes to throw the chair out of the ring, only before he can, Will gets up, spins him around and then Superkick's that chair right into his face! The fans boo bigtime as that unforgiving steel slams into the masked mug of the Shellraiser.
Shark Boy drops to his knees as Will runs for the ropes. He rebounds back and clobbers the guy across the back of the head with the Hidden Blade, knocking him out cold. He then rolls his opponent over the cover while kicking the chair so it slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. Bayley scales the apron to intervene, but wouldn't you know it, the Official is just coming to! He crawls over to count the pin while Will winks at Bayley and says "Cheers" like the cocky Brit he is...
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2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
WILL OSPREAY!
The crowd boos their faces off as Will's music hits the PA! He stands up to have his hand raised, using his other hand to check his nose and jaw for anything broken or dislodged after getting punched in the face so many times. Bayley is horrified as she watches him celebrate from ringside. That wasn't how she wanted things to play out at all.
Phillips: What an unfortunate turn of events. I don't know what else to say except that Bayley may have just handed Will Ospreay a huge win over the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship.
Graves: She made herself look like an idiot, but if you ask me, Will Ospreay would have found a way to come out on top no matter what. The Assassin is the fastest rising star in the UWF today. Sami Zayn sure knows how to pick'em.
Ranallo: When Shark Boy wakes up, he's no doubt going to have a bone to pick with Bayley - but that might have to be put on the backburner because despite this loss, he has what may be the biggest match of his career ahead of him at Backlash when he puts his mask on the line for one more UWF title shot in a No Holds Barred match against Trevor Lee.
Bayley buries her face in her hands while Ospreay parades around the ring. Shark Boy is just starting to come to as Revolution rolls on.
Our cameras cut back to the backstage area, where we see John "Bradshaw" Layfield adjusting his suit in the mirror, after what's already been a wild night for him.
JBL adjusts his hair a bit, before placing his cowboy hat atop his head. Layfield smiles at himself, and pulls out a cigar from his suit jacket pocket. He puts the cigar in his mouth and searches for his lighter in one of his pockets. During that search, there's a knock at the door. JBL calls for them to come in, and in walks Cash Wheeler and Dax Harwood, the duo known as the FTR. Earlier tonight, FTR made their shocking return to UWF, coming to the aid of Layfield in his moment of need. Layfield turned his attention towards the duo and smiled a huge grin, even with the cigar clinched between his teeth.
JOHN "BRADSHAW" LAYFIELD
"My boys! There you are! Damn, I knew it! I knew those Mafia sons of bitches were going to pull that crap again, I'm just glad that I had the foresight to call you boys beforehand. Again, I owe you, boys and this is the first of many, many paydays, gentlemen!"
Layfield reaches into the opposite side of his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope and hands it over to Dax. Dax hands it off to Wheeler, who immediately opens it up, thumbs through it and smiles.
CASH WHEELER
"Yeah, that'll work for us, boss man. Glad to be on board. Hell, had you told us that we were beatin' the hell out of Dominik Mysterio, I might have given you a discount! Dax and I been sittin' at home, and we've been keepin' an eye on things and the crap these guys have been pullin' just don't set right with us. We're happy to beat some sense into 'em. Either way, John, we got your back."
Layfield nods in approval, and Cash hands over the envelope full of money over to his tag team partner. Dax tucks it away in his back pocket immediately.
DAX HARWOOD
"Tell you what, John - you know that Cash and I - hell, we're the greatest tag team in the industry today. But, hell, you know that. That's why you rang us up! Greatness recognize greatness, right? As long as you need FTR, we're gonna be in your corner. The Mafia might think they're strong, but they don't stand a chance against ... The Cabinet.
JBL smiles and slaps Dax on the back, while using his other hand to reach into his suit pocket. He pulls out two more cigars and hands them over to Dax and Cash. JBL pulls out his lighter and flicks open the flame, lighting up the cigar. He hands it over to FTR, who do the same, lighting up their own cigars. Layfield lets out a big puff of smoke, as he speaks through clinched teeth.
JOHN "BRADSHAW" LAYFIELD
"Gentlemen, let's go win me that god damned Television Championship."
Even though you can’t prevent the coming degradation or stop it once it starts, it would still be wise for you to heed my warnings. Woe for all of UWF is coming in abundance. It’s only a matter of time.
Mauro Ranallo: Well earlier this week we heard word about some chaos that went down in the town of Harlan. We managed to get footage of the event and will now show you what went down.
The scene fades from the current feed to…well, to somewhere not even close to the arena in the slightest. In fact, the first thing actually shown is a shot of the moon hanging overhead, marking the time of filming as late into the night. With most of the actual lights coming from beyond the hill that the camera is currently set up on, the shot pans down, all to show one simple sign; A welcoming introduction to a small little town out in eastern Kentucky that has become known to the UWF fans thanks in part to their world heavyweight champion. It’s name: Harlan.
Establishing the location, the shot lingers on the sign before it fades elsewhere, not to a different shoot entirely, but to a scene that feels distinctly not from a wrestling show, but more a blockbuster war flick: the troops are gathered just on the town outskirts, the normal lighting and visuals being replaced with a view through a pair of night vision goggles, as a certain group look to make their mark, just as planned. The night vision visuals are replaced now by the sight of Grado, Paul Burchill and Shark Boy - The C.U.N.T. - each man donning military fatigues.
Shark Boy: Gentlemen, there it is… Harlan, Kentucky… Last month Trevor Lee pulled the wool over our eyes, tricked us all and in doing so declared war on the three of us and all of those that believe in us. This is his town, the people here not only love that psychopath but they damn near worship him. But I let it known to the world these past few weeks that comin’ up at Backlash we have ourselves a war and this time everything’s on the line.
Grado: Sorry about that Sharky -
Shark Boy: Now ain’t the time for apologisin’, what’s done is done and this mask is on the line - my damn career is the line damn it. But maybe that’s what ol’ Shark Boy needed, maybe Shark Boy needs those stakes raised just a ‘lil higher to bring out his best.. And tonight… we raise those stakes even higher because tonight gentlemen, we take Harlan, we strike at the heart of Trevor Lee and his coupla nutjob followers called Butcher and Cade and we let the whole world know just who The C.U.N.T. is… the time for talkin’ is over, it’s time to take Harlan, let’s go…
Shark Boy takes some green war paint and spreads it across his mask; Grado and Burchill follow suit, Burchill sharpens his signature blade and has a wide grin on his face. Grado on the other land looks forlorn; his brow furrowed, drops of sweat drip down as he stares out to the town that has invaded his nightmares ever since his abduction at the hands of The Butcher. Shark Boy and Burchill up and leave; Grado trailing behind as the scene fades out.
As we re-enter the scene the camera follows behind the three men as they walk up to the sign that reads ‘Welcome To Harlan’. Grado once again is caught staring at it as Shark Boy looks around at his surroundings, taking it all in. Burchill taps him on the shoulder and points as a bunch of townsfolk make their way towards the sign to see what’s happening. Some look more than prepared; shoeing their wives back to their homes to look after the children; or simply because in Harlan, it’s the men that do the fighting. Shark Boy steps forward and shouts out to the entire town.
Shark Boy: Is this Harlan or did I wake up on the set of Deliverance?... Listen up you sorry sons of fishes, I ain’t here to whip every single one of your basses… but I sure as shell will if I have to… I’m here because of three of your finest citizens; Lance Cade… The Butcher and Trevor Lee, your mayor. I told these men that we are entering a war and tonight me and the boys are fixin’ to raise a little shell all over Harlan!
As Shark Boy and his comrades step forward the townsfolk edge towards him, six in total forming a line in front of The C.U.N.T; Shark Boy looks ready, Grado has his fists up and is almost closing his eyes; Burchill raises his sword but suddenly from the side there appears more townsmen; some equipped with what ever weaponry they could find ranging from tin pots to garden rakes; one of them quickly lunges at Burchill and knocks the sword out of his hand.
Paul Burchill: Aw I never get to have any fun! - blast you!
Burchill runs into the fray flying forward with a punch to knock down one of the townsmen; another swings at him with a frying pan but he ducks under and the townsmen knocks out his fellow Harlanite. Shark Boy is getting stuck in as well as men come at him one by one, he’s knocking them down right rights and lefts; headbuts and kicks. Grado is in his peripheral sight as four men gang up on the Scotsman who is trying his damndest to stay upright but is caught in a sea of bodies. Shark Boy however comes to the rescue, soon followed by Burchill who, as a team, clear off those assaulting Grado.
With the all-out war having begun, it would seem as though the proper preparation of the C.U.N.T. is taking the charge at the moment. A couple of solid right hands from Shark Boy has one of the townsfolk laid out, while Burchill manages to get two of them down by simply throwing one into another as hard as he can. With Grado assisting as needed, things seem on the up-and-up for the duo…but then in walk the big bosses.
With the remaining townsfolk turning their heads and re-grouping, both "The Butcher" Andy Williams and "The Prophet" Lance Cade would arrive onto the scene, each looking to be more than ready for the fight at hand. Andy, especially, looks keen on delivering some punishment, holding a cleaver in his hand…one that had been recently used, at that. And folks, as a former UWF World Tag Team Champion would say if he were here at the scene, the time for talk is over. It's time…for the main event.
Charging in, The Butcher would angle to go right for Shark Boy, slinging the cleaver towards his previously-injured arm with a stoic rage behind him, forcing the former UWF Champion to dodge and weave around the big man. Lance, however, looks to be in more of a team spirit, as he rallies the remaining townsfolk on the scene to bring the battle to Burchill and Grado, with most of the unnamed residents going for the Scot whilst Lance stays solo against Paul.
With their supports nullified, it becomes a proper twin set of one-on-ones, Shark Boy continuing to dodge The Butcher's mad swings of the cleaver, whilst Lance and Burchill simply slug it out with one another. Sadly, though, one thing is for certain - the right-and-left hand men of Trevor are fresher than Shark Boy and Burchill are, so an upper hand is soon gotten. With the cleaver knocked away by an up-kick from Sharky, The Butcher would be forced to go into fisticuffs, and proves just as lethal and efficient there with a series of hammering forearm shots, Vader style, right to the dome of the #1 contender. Lance, though, simply looks to be out-maneuvering Pirate Paul, and getting hits in whenever he can. It isn't a total loss, though, as Sharky and Pirate Paul manage quite a few blows of their own.
Suddenly just as Butcher seems to be gaining a mighty advantage over our former World Champion, Shark Boy - from seemingly emerging from a cloud of bodies, dirt and dust comes a flying Grado who leaps atop the back of The Butcher. Grado frantically tries to wrap his arms around the neck of his nemesis but seemingly to no avail. Butcher shrugs him off but this has given Sharky enough time to recoup and recover. Shark Boy reaches for the meat cleaver of Butcher and waits for Butcher to turn round before he goes for an extreme act of violence but Butcher dodges out of the way and Shark Boy sinks the cleaver straight into a wooden sign. Butcher stands back up and grabs Shark Boy by the throat with two hands. He hoists Shark Boy up into the air in front of the whole town of Harlan. Cade and Burchill are rolling along the ground as Butcher chokes the life out of Shark Boy; the invasion seemingly coming to an alarming hault.
The camera shows Shark Boy’s eyes bulging out of his head as he suffocates; Andy’s eyes bulging in a silent rage only for him to suddenly stop… Shark Boy falls to the floor clutching at his throat. Lance and Burchill suddenly stop what they’re doing and simply look on. Butcher is expressionless as the camera pans out to show the meat cleaver stuck firmly into his back with a manic looking Grado standing with a cold, grim, gray look on his face. Butcher however, isn’t out yet, the big man isn’t done, he tries to reach around for the cleaver eventually pulling it out of his back to reveal a sick gash; he stumbles around for a few steps before Grado gathers himself and lets out an almost primal roar as he runs at Butcher and hits him with the Wee Boot! Butcher spins around and Shark Boy is waiting for him as he turns around; Shark Boy catches the falling Butcher and gets him in the Peruvian Necktie!. Sharky keeps the hold in until the big man goes limp.
There’s a hush around Harlan as Shark Boy lets go of Butcher leaving the big henchman in a heap as Grado helps him to his feet.
Grado: Sharky, you’re bleedin’
Shark Boy: Grado, kid… I ain’t got time to bleed…
Cade stands with a shocked expression on his face; he looks to the heavens for a sign. The sign seemingly given is to head off to preserve and fight another day. Grado and Shark Boy stand, military fatigues ripped; Shark Boy bleeding from the arm as the remaining townfolk begin to circle. Both men take deep breaths; they’ve taken The Butcher - the folks of Harlan aren’t going to let that go easily. Until suddenly an engine can be heard roaring in the background and through the crowd of people comes Paul Burchill in an old beat up Buick Riviera GS convertible.
Paul Burchill: Hey look what I found lying around; hop in!
Shark Boy and Grado look almost bemused before they shrug their shoulders and quickly jump into the car.
Shark Boy: I didn’t know you could drive…
Paul Burchill: I can’t!
Grado: Aw fu-
Burchill puts the pedal to the metal and powers off towards the exit of Harlan, the die-hard townfolk follow behind and some even try and step in front of The C.U.N.T. as Shark Boy, Burchill and Grado make their way out of Harlan having taken some serious licks; but having struck at the very heart of Trevor Lee’s homeland. The camera stops at the sign reading ‘You are now leaving Harlan, thank you for your stay!’ as the beat up old muscle car rides off into the distance.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Guerrero vs Buzzard - Evolution J
Orton vs JBL - Dresden
Ospreay vs Shark Boy - Fauche
Lee vs Knight, MJF vs Edge - Danny
