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Post by crann on Oct 15, 2018 23:07:16 GMT -6
"TIME FOR A BO-MENT OF SILENCE" The starting graphic holds for a few moments before fading into a scene backstage with Bo Dallas with a goof smile as he raises his hands as if he has seen his best friends, Bo opens smiles as he moves closely to the camera and hugs it, Bo steps back placing his hand out raising his thumb to the camera, looking at the camera with his huge grin into the camera....
 Bo Dallas the Bosen OneBolievers and bolievernt's I Bo Dallas the bo-sen one have come to bo-gin the enlightenment of the UWF masses, I am here to bo-mmunicate the bodacious news of my signing to a UWF contract on resistance, which will be renamed to bo-sistance once I spread my boliefs of positivity and the power of friendship, so will all my friends take a bo-ment of silence with me as we bestow the gift of Bo.
Bo Dallas lowers his head as a timer appears on screen under his name showing how long left of this moment of silence....
The crowd become dead silent as they bow their heads down in respect for their friend, Bo Dallas....
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Thank you for taking the bo-ment to respect my Bo-pponent next week on Resistance as I bo-ve my way to the top of Bo-sistance. All you have to do is BOLIEVE... The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.  Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with my broadcast partner Matt Striker and welcome back to Resistance! Genesis is in the books, we have a new champion and we're coming to you LIVE from the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin!
Matt Striker: It's the city of beer and baseball and tonight, it's also a city for top-of-the-class wrestling action as we have a STACKED card for our fans here tonight.
Mauro Ranallo: That's right, Matt. In addition to an action-packed main event that pits the Horror King against the Demon Slayer, we've also got two potential show-stealers in Kenny Omega versus Marty Scurll and Juventud versus Velveteen Dream.
Matt Striker: Jimmy Uso will also try to get back on the winning track with his first Resistance victory when he fights Grado of the World Warriors.
Mauro Ranallo: Meanwhile, Jimmy's opponents from Genesis are again in tag team action, this time against Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman. It's a battle of number one contenders there, and the question on everybody's mind is, can Steiner and Corbin co-exist?
Matt Striker: Last but not least we have the debut of Joe Hendry against Australian athlete Dow--The sound of the familiar theme hits the arena the crowd turn their excitement towards the stage. Matt Striker: Oh here we go, hold that thought Mauro because we're not going to have to wait very long to hear from our New International Champion!The roar of the theme bellows in the arena, and as the beat kicks in out from behind the curtain comes out the Samoan Submission Machine. The sparkling new International Championship rest on his shoulder, his arm not even holding it in place as it sits there while he marches down the rampway. Each step, each beat of the song, is echoed with a loud "JOE! JOE! JOE! JOE!" in unison from the crowd. Mauro Ranallo: He and Five other competitors went through a Hellacious Elmination Chamber match up at Genesis, and while he walks out here as the champion tonight that match could have gone a lot of different ways Matt.
Matt Striker: Obviously yes, should very little things have gone different it could have been anyones match up.Joe walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, turning in place as he takes his towel off with one hand and grabs hold of his championship with the other, swinging around and then raising his title up for the world to see.  The crowd cheer loudly at the display as Joe chuckles a bit and then turns to a stool placed center ring for him, he puts his trademark towel back over his neck and picks up the microphone sitting on the stool before taking a seat and looking around the lively arena. His theme fades out and is replaced by the rustle of the crowd still cheering and excited, some begin to whistle and then clap and the clapping catches on as the crowd applaud Resistances first International Champion causing Joe to Smile. Matt Striker: And a show of respect from the audience, as this was a moment I'm sure a lot of Samoa Joe fans have been waiting for.
Mauro Ranallo: To come out of nowhere and now sit atop the Resistance world as its first International Champion, it's quite a feat.Joe lets the cheers settle down for a moment before raising his microphone. 
Samoa Joe:
Patience, Ohhhh Patience is a Virtue my friends. People come into this business wanting everything right away, before they take a bump they are already mapping out their entrances an finishers, before they have a match they are thinking out high spots to do at the biggest pay per views, before they face anyone of merit they are making room in their houses for the championships they will hang up. It took Three Matches in my Resistance career to sit here where I am today but that isn't by happenstance, or by luck. That is not by weeks or months of turmoil...that is thanks to Years of waiting. Not for Opportunity to come knocking, but for Opportunity to present itself when I knew I was capable enough to retrieve it. All the men in that Chamber were Great, they were all Champions of different scenarios. Perhaps if the match type was different, Juventud would have finally hit the big time. Perhaps if the drawing was changed Kenny Omega would of shocked the world. If Seth shifted his shoulder one more inch to the side or if Vinny was in a different place at that time, if Jeff Hardy could of climbed one Second faster...but the deciding factor in all of this....is simply if Samoa Joe was not in that match anyone could have been standing here. But I did my research, I mapped out my plan...and I waited. I watched and let people take each other out, I held off and baited Jeff to do what he does best and that is Wow the crowd...I orchestrated my masterpiece inside my first Elimination Chamber and I became your UWF International Heavyweight Champion!Joe raises his title up once more to a pop from the crowd Some people live for the moment, some people are too busy trying to do what they believe they have to to make it that they don't see their own faults, but I sit here and I see the big picture. Not the instant gratification of raising a gold belt up on one night, but the lasting history that is holding that championship for a very long time. Tonight Seth Rollins and Vinny Marseglia compete to see who will be the first to challenge me for this championship, and leading up to tonight Seth said a very telling quote. "If you want something in life, you go get it" That's the mentality I'm talking about, because while it may look good on a t-shirt, while it may seem Inspirational to some...the fact is...if you Really want something in life, You wait. You plan, you map out everything, you make sure you're ten steps ahead of the curve. If you want something in life, you do what it takes to make sure you Keep it. Vinny, Seth, both of you are looking to go all out against one another tonight, each and every person here is chopping at the bit to watch you tear into one another to get to a position where you can take this from me. But what you both fail to see is the big picture, you are so enthralled in your hatred for one another and need for this championship that you don't have any gameplan or thought process. Well I've already got a plan in place gentleman, because I don't plan on being just "Resistances first International Heavyweight Champion" I plan on being the ONLY UWF International Heavyweight Champion for a long time. Joe flips the title over his shoulder and looks straight to camera I've waited a long time to get here, and you can bet your ass I am not planning on going anywhere now that I am. Because I'm no paper champion, I'm no flavor of the month or spark of the week. These young upstarts want to hit the jackpot right away, these veterans want just a few more seconds of the limelight, but the hierarchy around here has changed. Opportunity is no longer a common commodity, people have been talking about me being old school and that's exactly the status of this championship from now on. Because like the Bruno Sammartinos of old, I'm damn sure not going anywhere for a very long time. Because every human body that stands in front of me while this is resting on my shoulder, will be Broken down. Every hungry challenger will be fed to my reign, and Every single one of you will be witnesses to the death of their hopes and dreams. Joe is gonna kill you, One By One, until it sinks in. What you may ask, well simply put...Reality, your new Reality is Samoa Joe as International Heavyweight Champion and right now that may be just a New occurrence for some people. An obstacle, a new target, a temporary truth... but One by One as they step up I will put them to sleep...Put them to sleep ironically enough so that they can wake up and accept their New Reality once and for all. The Top of the Food Chain has changed, the King of the Jungle has a new name, And right now the Audience may echo it...Right now it's etched in gold across this championship...but oh so very soon the Resistance locker room are going to learn to Fear that name, and put some respect behind it should they ever utter it. So that eventually that's all I'll even have to say about anything, so that when the next big thing steps up and thinks they are "somebody", thinks they are the top and best in the world and get momentum behind them...All anyone will have to say to stop them isJoe stands up from the stool staring straight into the hard camera with a scary serious face as his roars into the mic the final words Samoa...JoeJoe drops the microphone, as the feedback from it echos throughout the arena, he holds up his championship once more as his music plays up again and the crowd begin to chant together "Joe is Gonna Kill You!" on repeat as he takes his leave and Resistance moves on. The scene opens up with feet walking down a long corridor of a very expensive office building. The camera pans up to reveal the Velveteen Dream. He walks up to a receptionist area where there's a lady sitting at a table typing away smacking away on her gum. She looks up at Dream in a very condescending way. Receptionist: Can I help you?Velveteen Dream: The Dream has a 9 am with Brian Robbins.Receptionist: First and last name?Velveteen Dream: Velveteen Dream.The receptionist looks the Dream's name on the computer, but to no avail. Receptionist: You're not here on the system.The Dream looks left and right to make sure no one is looking and keeps his voice low. Velveteen Dream: Try "Patrick Clark."She tries again, and this time it works. Receptionist: Ah! Mr. Clark, yes just go right through that door. Mr Robbins should be waiting for you.The Dream goes through a door and takes a seat. The camera zooms out to show the president of the very popular kids’ network, Nickelodeon’s Brian Robbins. Velveteen Dream: Mr Robbins, the Dream appreciates you took time out of your day so we can go over about this deal the Dream wants to put in place. Brian Robbins: Patrick Clark! Welcome! It's not a problem at all. I’m always open to ideas.Velveteen Dream: Please, call me Dream. So, you know that Dream Energy is quite popular among adults, but the Dream wanted to branch that out to a younger audience. Brian Robbins: Uh… Isn’t your adult energy drinks like 70% sugar? I really don’t think parents would be happy with kids drinking your energy drinks.Velveteen Dream: But that’s where you’re wrong! The Dream has been working on a kid friendly version of the drink. Instead of 70% sugar, it contains 20%. More than enough for kids to do whatever those little grunts do…Brian Robbins: What did you say?Velveteen Dream: It contains only 20% sugar.Brian Robbins: No, the part aft-Velveteen Dream: The Dream didn’t say anything, but look. The main reason the Dream is here is that he’s willing to give you 30% of all the earnings if you product place my drinks in your shows, like that Sponge cartoon you have.Brian Robbins: Spongebob?Velveteen Dream: YES! Spongeboob.Brian rolls his eyes. Velveteen Dream: But it would range from all your show characters. Like just have those animations take a sip and say how energized they are.Brian Robbins: And what would I get for this? 30% of your profits is not enough, especially since these drinks haven’t even hit the shelves yet, it’s impossible to know if they will even sell well. Yes, they may be popular with adults, but you think parents will allow their kids to have this?Velveteen Dream: It’s pretty disrespectful that you don’t believe in my energy drink. This will make you millions of dollars, and you’re knocking it down. Here, let’s say this, if this is a fail you can get your deposit back and stop showing the ads.Brian looks reluctant. Brian Robbins: Ok, let me give some input. Make it 40-60 and if something goes wrong, even one bad story about these kid drinks, I’m gonna have to back out, if sales tank or don’t do well, I want my full deposit back.Velveteen Dream: Done deal! The Dream can promise you that these aren’t going to regret this.The Dream busts out a contract. Velveteen Dream: Just sign here, here and here.Brian sighs and says "I’m going to have to have my attorney read this first. Just in case you don’t have anything sketchy in here."Velveteen Dream: Come on, does this face look like a man who has sinister intentions?The Dream puts on a smile, but he can’t help from not looking like he has bad intentions. Brian Robbins: Yes.Velveteen Dream is taken back and feels offended. He wants to sock Brian in the face but he doesn’t want the deal to be off. He shows restraint as Brian’s attorney reads over the contract. The attorney whispers something in Brian’s ear and stands back up straight. Brian Robbins: You got a deal, Dream. I’ll have my animators collaborate on a big commercial and we’ll air it 7 times a day. I hope all goes well and this doesn’t bite me in the ass.The Dream gets a big smile and shakes Mr Robbins’ hand. Velveteen Dream: You won’t regret this.The Dream proceeds to get his things and leaves the room knowing money will start flowing in from the exploitation of kids and it'll be a huge blow to Scurll's business. MICHAEL BUFFER: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..."'Power by Kanye West' blasts out throughout the speakers as smoke pours from the stage as Dowie James makes his appearance sporting blue trunks and black kneepads. Dowie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers, Dowie then hops up on the apron where he goes to the middle of the ring and crouches on one knee. Dowie then spreads his arms wide and yells 'COME ON!' as he then gets up and goes to his corner.
MICHAEL BUFFER: "And the opponent...""Joe Hendry makes things better,
He can wrestle, he can sing
Joe Hendry makes things better
For UWF Wrestl-ing,"
There's already some arm waving in the crowd, some even singing along to the theme of the Prestigious One as golden spotlights shine around the arena. "JOE HENDRY!"
"SO PRESTIGIOUS!"
As the chorus of his theme hits, Joe Hendry finally comes out form the curtain, wearing his golden jacket as he looks at his adoring crowd. He waves his hands in the air from side to side, a sea of fans doing the same before he walks down the ramp.  MICHEAL BUFFER:
"Coming down the ramp, from Edinburgh, Scotland. Weighing in at 229 pounds. He is the Prestigious One, JOE HENDRY!"
Joe Hendry high fives some fans on his way down the ramp before climbing up the ring apron, waving his arms yet again as the fans copy his movements in sync before he finally steps through the ropes, taking off his snazzy jacket and going to his corner to the ring to wait for the match to begin.  -VERSUS-  DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Hendry charges right at Dowie and nearly destroys his vocal chords as he hits the Commonwealth Clothesline right at Dowie's throat! Hendry is fired up and starts pounding his chest and yelling at the crowd with enthusiasm. Matt Striker: Looks like it's gonna be a short night for Dowie, Hendry is coming in strong!
Mauro Ranallo: Yes but I wouldn't count James Dowie out just yet, he may still have a chance at winning here.Hendry probably heard that and in his head said fuck no as he picks Dowie up and uppercuts him 2 times before lifting him in the cradle position and throwing him backward with the Freak of Nature fallaway slam! Hendry walks over to Dowie and pins him while the fans erupt in cheers Matt Striker: Welp Mauro, looks like James's night is over.
Mauro Ranallo: That was disappointing.1...
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3DING DING DING! The ref raises Hendry's hand while the fans cheer their local hero, he leaves to the back while arm waving together with the fans, Dowie is just getting back to his senses in the ring when suddenly the lights black out.
Matt Striker: Mauro can we hear me? it appears we're having some technical issues.
Mauro Ranallo: I'm sitting just beside you Striker, I can hear you.
The lights come back on and a burned out coffin appears in the corner, Dowie looks at it with confusion then suddenly the coffin door is kicked open and the man known as Vampiro emerges with a snarl! Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA THAT'S VAMPIRO!! I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!Vampiro does his signature cut throat taunt and Dowie in his stupidity just charges him but he's met with a big boot to the face! Vampiro continues the assault by picking Dowie by the head and ramming it into the coffin door! after like 15 times Vampiro lets go of Dowie who's started bleeding pretty heavily from the assault but that isn't enough for Vampiro, he looks at Dowie and licks his lips, he rolls his lifeless body to the outside where he picks him up once again and slams him into the commentary desk with the Vampiro's Bite! Vampiro stands over the lifeless body of Dowie, staring down at his handy work with a devilish grin on his face. The crowd stand in utter shock and disbelief at the reemergence of the former Hardcore and Intercontinental champion. Vampiro grabs a microphone from his pocket, locks his eyes onto the cameraman and hisses down the camera three words.... Vampiro: Honey, I’m home......  Vampiro then walks back over to the lifeless carcass of Dowie, wipes the blood pouring from his forehead with his fingers and licks them ever so slowly, before rubbing his face against Dowies frantically, covering himself in his blood. Vampiro: It’s time for you all to see fear in its physical form. It’s time for you to realise that daemons like my will never die. The time for the re-birth of one of the most dangerous men ever to roam these halls is upon us. The apocalypse is upon each and every single man sitting watching this in the back. The second coming of Satan reincarnated, stands before you more hungry for blood than ever before. In time you will know my story, you will understand why I am here but for now you will never forget my name.....Vampiro! The lights cut out once more and when the turn back on almost instantly, Vampiro, the coffin and Dowie are all gone. All that remains are the various puddles of Dowie James' blood. |
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Post by crann on Oct 15, 2018 23:19:36 GMT -6
 {Scene opens where The Usos family sits down across from Renee young while speaking to her}
Renee young: this Past Sunday at Genesis you was inches away from beaten up Scott Steiner and Constable Corbin. in your tornado tag grudge match and now tomorrow night on Resistance you will face a World Warrior member named Grado in a singles match tomorrow on Resistance any suggestions Jimmy.
Jimmy|Uso: Reason that we been on a losing streak every since we came back to UWF network because I thought that everything would change already but since that's already in the past though I mean we got this new UWF superstars like Constable Corbin Drew McIntyre and even Bo Dallas for example my point is Renee. UWF and Resistance have been screwing me over since I've been on NXT and and Revolution they always cheating me out of losing in that is why come next falling week when Steiner and Corbin. fight against each other for Drew's UWF Prime time title then I promise I will make there title a living hell next week after I come out there and watch them lose to Gun and Kidamn tomorrow on Resistance on UWF network.
Renee young: But Jimmy. what about Grado this Monday on Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: he maybe a member of the World Warriors but he hasn't meet my half family just yet in that is why come tomorrow night on Resistance I will appear on that stage in enter that ring and wait for Grado to step foot inside with a UWF Former Hardcore Champion The Samoan myself will be on Resistance tomorrow front in center when I beat him and front of o his World Warriors group see his butt get super kicked by me and after that match is over then I will be on Resistance Commentary and watch Corbin and Steiner get there asses kicked by Billy and Kid man tomorrow on Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: Believe The Usos!
{Jimmy and his half Samoan family walks away from the table and heads back to his Locker room to prepare for his match with Grado when Renee young continues talking}
Renee young: thanks for your time Jimmy. and good luck with Grado tomorrow on Resistance when you beat him for the first time on UWF.
Renee young: And we hope that Jimmy. can get his revenge on Steiner and Constable Corbin for what they screw him for at Genesis a few days ago when they beat the Former UWF tag team Champions at there own best games yet and now Jimmy will be in action when he defeats Grado this week on Resistance on UWF network.
{Camera fades when Jimmy heads back to his Dressing room before he gets prepare for his match begins this Monday}MICHEAL BUFFER: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!There's a lot of booing from the stands as Jimmy simply smirks, his arms crossed and eyes showing little emotion. He knows what this match is about tonight, but he's not happy about it. He leans back in the corner as he awaits the arrival of his opponent for the night.
MICHEAL BUFFER: "And the opponent..." The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make their way to the ring with Grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into their Corner. Micheal Buffer: “And representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
 -VERSUS-  DING DING DING!The bell rings and Jimmy Uso goes right after Grado, charging at him and unloading on him with strikes! the repeated punches by Jimmy force Grado in the corner where he gets a throat thrust for his troubles, Grado is recovering in the corner while Jimmy backs away, he yells at the crowd and then charges Grado again and hits him with a corner splash! Jimmy ain't done with Grado yet as he tries to pick up the dazed Scottish man for a Samoan Drop but Grado is too heavy! Jimmy doesn't give a damn tho as he continues trying to lift him and finally, after 5 tries Grado gets bored and shoves Jimmy away from him, the Samoan having no energy left to resist. Mauro Ranallo: Well it looks like Jimmy burned off his gas tanks quickly.
Matt Striker: That's something he gotta learn Mauro, manage your stamina kiddo.Jimmy didn't listen to the commentators, shocking right, and went right at Grado with a running forearm smash but Boar's best friend doesn't seem hurt! he instead just pick up Jimmy and throws him down with a scoop slam! from there Grado picks him up again to drop him with another scoop slam! Grado is now fired up and tries to pump up the crowd as he goes for his signature move, The Slug! Grado starts dancing around the ring and when he finally reaches Jimmy again he drops a chop on his chest! Grado goes for the cover hooking only one leg 1....
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Uso kicked out!
Matt Striker: Grado almost picking the win here early in the matchGrado doesn't seem surprised from there and neither does Boar, I think, no one can tell what's going on inside that mask, anyway so Grado picks Jimmy up from the head and starts punching him, one punch, two punches, three punches and when Grado went for a Bionic Elbow as the fourth Jimmy was able to counter with a low savate kick to the midsection! he follows that up with an uppercut that knocks down Grado! after that Jimmy stumbles into the corner where he's resting for a moment, looking at his chest to see if Grado's Slug did any visible damage
Mauro Ranallo: The match has been pretty evenly contested so far, both wrestlers landing some big moves early one.
Matt Striker: I agree with you Mauro but if I was a betting man, I would have bet on Grado, I just think he landed the bigger shots tonight.Jimmy holds his chest but he isn't focused on that as he sees Grado getting into a seated position in the corner, you can see a spark in his eyes and he yells his signature battle cry
UCE!!!!A few drunk dudes respond with O! but Jimmy doesn't care, he charges at Grado and sends his ass at his face with the running hip attack! Jimmy quickly pins Grado while hooking both legs 1....
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Grado kicks out!
Jimmy is disappointed while Boar is showing signs of happiness that his buddy is still in the match, Jimmy decides to end this and instead of risking shit going down by going to the top rope he's preying on Grado with his foot ready for the superkick, Grado finally gets back to his feet and Jimmy launches the boot at his face but Grado ducks just in time and when Jimmy turns around he grabs his head and falls down with the RK-Grado!! Grado jumps on the opportunity, literally, and does a standing splash on Jimmy with a pin combo! 1...
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Jimmy kicks out!Grado is almost crying at this point but he sees his brother from another creature or mother I don't know what Boar is, and that gives him hope, he walks over to the corner where he starts stomping the ground, ready to nail the dreaded Wee Boot, the stomps are making the ring shake and when Jimmy finally gets to his feet we know it's over, Grado charges Jimmy but he ducks down!! superkick!! BUT NO!! It was Grado's turn to duck down and Jimmy accidentally hit the ref!! Mauro Ranallo: JIMMY USO JUST HIT THE REF, WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO NOW??Mauro says what Jimmy is thinking, he checks on the ref to see if he's ok but the Samoan forgot about Grado who grabs his head and drops him with another RK-Grado! Grado looks around to see what his options are now but suddenly Roman Reigns' music hit!! Matt Striker: Uggh, what is HE doing here?
Mauro Ranallo: Well Jimmy did say something about family in the build-up to this match and Reigns did appear so maybe he's here to help him win? I'm just as confused as everyone else.Roman runs down the ramp with the ring in sight but he totally forgot about Gore who jumped into his way in the last second and dropped him with his Gore! Boar gives a thumbs up to Grado but suddenly tells him to look behind him, it's Jey Uso! Grado and Uce start exchanging lefts and rights, with Jey seemingly getting the upper hand but in a moment of brilliance, Grado faked punching the gut and instead went up high with a punch! he gives one more, two more, three more and the fourth is a Bionic Elbow! Grado unleashes a primal scream to the crowd and turns his attention back to Jimmy Uso who just started to get up and doesn't know that a boot is waiting for him, Grado starts stomping the mat which in turns wakes up the referee and after Jimmy gets up Grado charges him and nails him with the Wee Boot! he pins Jimmy while hooking only one leg. 1...
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DING DING DING!
MICHEAL BUFFER: "HERE IS YOUR WINNER... GRADO!! Grado gets his hand raised in victory by Boar, the pair of them standing tall in the ring and the Man from the Tap End of Stevenston is all smiles. Jimmy, Jey and Roman lick their wounds on the outside, visibly frustrated by the outcome as the feed moves along. The camera switches to see a shot of outside the arena, Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, WI, in the daytime as this seems to be from earlier. The camera then slowly pans down to see a little stand with the words “Villain Energy” plastered over it and two men standing behind it. None other than Nigel McGuinness and Marty Scurll.  “THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Villain Energy! Come all, come all! Do you ever feel tired and there’s nothing that can solve it? Well Villain Energy is your he- villain! Villain Energy!”Nigel McGuinness:
“I don’t think it’s working Marty… I mean why are we even doing this anyway?”“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“We’re doing this because I may have got too invested in the idea that I was winning at Genesis and I may have made some… business transactions. Nothing major… just a million or so…”Nigel McGuinness:
“Marty are you thick?! We’ve only just started up this company, we can’t afford to be spending that much! I mean that music label didn’t come for free... give me a minute. I have to call someone.”Nigel slides his phone out of his pocket and quickly unlocks it to go onto his contacts. The contact’s name is Post Malone, he presses call firmly on it and slams the phone against his ear. Nigel McGuinness:
“Hey- yes. We’re struggling to find the money that we promised you so I thought we could arrange- yes, fine. See you next week… by- bye.”As Nigel finishes up calling on his phone as a man walks over wheeling a suitcase with a huge grin on his face, it’s the Velveteen Dream with sunglasses in Autumn!  Velveteen Dream: Wow, you’re company really has sunk, hasn’t it? You know, the Dream didn’t expect Dream energy to put you out of business this soon, but you know what they say “The sooner, the better.” Now you’re out here selling from a lemonade stand, absolutely pathetic. The five stages of D.R.E.A.M really has taken effect! You’re already at the misery part, and while you’re in misery, the Dream is at full contentment. Earlier today the Dream just got approved by a very well known kid’s network for them to commercialise my newest energy drink, Dream Energy for Kids! D.E.K for short. There’s a lot less sugar than the regular Dream Energy and it’s perfect for kids who are active and do sports. Best part is 20% of that money goes to a “charity.” A charity the Dream opened just for you! It’s called “Marty’s midlife crisis fund” it’s there to help you get off these…The Dream looks up and down at Scurll’s “lemonade” stand in complete confusion.
Hard times.“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Hey! Eyes off the merchandise. Who do you think you are rocking up here and scaring off my potential clients? Your presence brings down the whole area… besides. The business is thriving I’ll let you know. The sales just need to be a little higher that’s all. We have a quite a bit of debt to pay off. An after party most of the UWF roster was invited to covers most of that debt. Now let me see… did you get your invite? No? That’s because you weren’t invited numpty! If you look back to Genesis, all you had to do was accept your fate and tap out to that Crossface Chicken Wing, but no… you can’t even do that simple thing. Just because of your mistake is the reason we’re out here… Nigel, what’s the problem?”
Nigel McGuinness:
“I’ve just had a text back from Post Malone, and due to his refusal to adjust his pay, he’s pulled out of the contract. I mean Marty if you wouldn’t have paid for that goddamn after party we’d have him in the bag!”“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“You know what else would’ve helped? If this numpty staring at me with his numpty sunglasses would’ve tapped out at Genesis!”Marty slams his hands down firmly on the desk and then goes to swing for Velveteen but Nigel drags him back. Nigel McGuinness:
“Calm it Marty! Calm it!”Velveteen Dream: Listen to him Marty, we don’t want you to cost yourself another opportunity like you did at Genesis. Hold him back Nigel. Go on! Regardless, the Dream wasn’t going to tap out to your pathetic excuse of a closer. The Dream has beat you 3 times and you haven’t got lucky. Against Omega tonight aren’t you? The Dream could beat him in a heartbeat, you? You don’t stand a chance.“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Oh would you shut up Dream. I know I can beat him, and you? Your selfishness will get you hurt mate. Know who you’re messing with because when you’re left alone, with nobody to help you out, nobody will help you. I’ve had enough of this. I’ve had enough of being disrespected constantly by a man that I… I… respect. There! I said it.”Marty walks straight into Nigel McGuinness and then he walks off with Marty into the arena. Dream looks on blankly at Marty after that shocking revelation. The UWF heads elsewhere as the Dream goes to follow Marty into the arena. Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!"-Forfeit the game / Before somebody else Takes you out of the frame / Puts your name to shame"
"Cover up your face / You can’t run the race The pace is too fast / You just won't last-"Linkin Park's hit "Point of Authority" blasts through the PA system and the crowd go BERSERK for the meaning behind it. The hot bar dropped at the beginning passes, and as the theme kicks in, out walks in a cool swagger Canada's own Kenny Omega!  The sunglasses, the trench coat, all signs of "The Silver Bullet" are long gone. This is now just Kenny Omega, the man who fights not for money, not for himself; he fights for the people, and he's quick to show it, as he raises a single finger high overhead, before heading down the ramp as soon as his theme kicks in, slapping some fans' hands on the way down. The fans are enthralled with him, before he starts stepping up on to the apron and into the ring, cocking up a finger gun, syncing up his pose to the announcer's words. Michael Buffer: "From Winnipeg, Canada, weighing in at 288 pounds, he is "The Cleaner", Kennyyyyyyy Oooooooomegaaaaaa!" "BANG!"
Omega blows the imaginary smoke from his finger, before backing himself up in the corner, bouncing up and down and checking his wrists to get this thing to get started.
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK, TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY, TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK, TICKS COUNTING DOWN… TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is gave towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stand on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
 -VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
That opening bell goes off and right off the hop Omega takes the fight to Scurll bullrushing him and driving him into the corner before hitting a series of back elbows to the face. Scurll is dazed as each blow lands soundly, the Cleaner currently fixated on cleaning his clock. As the Villain's knees become progressively wobbly, Omega switches from elbows to open-palmed smacks, then leads Scurll out of the corner and into a swinging neckbreaker. Omega hooks the leg, but doesn't even get a one-count.
Mauro Ranallo: Kenny Omega looking to set a breakneck pace in this match-up as he comes out swinging at the Villain!
Matt Striker: And for now at least that pace seems to be yielding the desired effect. The Villain seems defenseless.
Omega immediately sits Scurll up and locks in a clawhold on his right trap, gripping it like a vise. Scurll cries out and claws at Omega's arm, but he's got the hold locked in and he shakes his head as he powers through the resistance. Finally Scurll manages to pry the fingers loose and as he does, he fights up to one knee, then to a vertical base as he snaps Omega's index finger! The pop is loud enough to be heard in the cheap seats and Kenny pulls his hand away immediately, screaming in pain as he looks at his misshapen digit with wide eyes. The fans are booing and the official gives Scurll a stern talking to, but the Villain simply puts on a shit-eating grin and shrugs, then shoves past the referee to drill Omega from behind with a clothesline. Kenny falls face-first on the canvas and Scurll keeps the forward momentum going, rebounding off the ropes into a running knee drop right on Omega's extended arm. The Cleaner, gripping the arm, rolls out of the ring and gives it a good shake as Scurll runs his mouth from inside the ring, Nigel applauding approvingly.
Matt Striker: Marty Scurll seems to have found a target to isolate in that right arm, and there's some cleverness to this strategy, Mauro. The more he can weaken the limb, the harder it will be for Omega to fight him in the long run.
Mauro Ranallo: The method is sound, but trying to execute such a specific strategy could just be madness. If an opportunity is there to be seized, a competitor should take it, whether it fits with the gameplan or not.
Omega slides back into the ring, but Scurll leaves him no breathing room as he immediately runs in and puts the boot to him, replacing the stomping with clubbing blows as the Cleaner tries to fight to his feet. Omega finally gets there after shoving Scurll off, and the Villain comes running at him looking for a lariat but Kenny goes low and back body drops Scurll to the outside! Marty lands hard, but he gets to his feet quickly — not quickly enough, unfortunately, to avoid a tope con hilo from Omega that sends both men crashing back down to the floor! The crowd pop loudly for the display as Omega rolls toward the barricade and uses it to get to his feet, breathing heavily. Omega grins as Scurll slowly gets back to one knee, lining him up with the finger gun and then pulling the trigger as he runs in and hits the V-Trigger on the outside! Omega hits the floor twitching as Omega hears the referee count three and rolls into the ring, getting to his feet and working the cheering crowd. It's clear he thinks this thing is stitched up as he goes to sit in a corner, smiling and waiting for the count-out victory.
Mauro Ranallo: A brutal V-Trigger and it looks as though Marty Scurll has been knocked clean unconscious!
Matt Striker: From the Superkick to the Superman Punch to the V-Trigger, these maneuvers that target the skull are dangerous. They could all end a man's career. In the very least, they're a recipe for a bad night.
4...
5...
6...
Nigel McGuinness quickly moves to Scurll's side and starts to help him up. Scurll seems out of it as Nigel holds him vertical against the barricade and snaps his fingers in front of the Villain's face, trying to snap him back into his own wits. Scurll is barely responsive, the ringing in his ears drowning out Nigel's voice until McGuinness smacks him on the face! That seems to get Scurll to shake the cobwebs off a little bit, so McGuinness slaps him again and then pushes him toward the apron!
7...
8...
9...
JUST before the ten count, McGuinness rolls Scurll into the ring. Omega's in no rush to get on him as the Cleaner leisurely stands up in the ring. He heads over to Scurll and looks down on him as Marty grabs his leg and uses it to pull himself up. Scurll looks upward at Omega and for a moment it looks like Kenny is planning to award him some degree of mercy, but then Omega looks at his still-twisted finger and his face sours as he looks back to Scurll with wide, angry eyes. The Villain pleads, but Omega is in no mood to hear it as he closes his good hand into a fist and pummels Scurll on the forehead! The villain's bell, already rung by the V-trigger, is struck again. Omega punches again. This goes on seven more times, and when he is finished Omega pulls the dazed Scurll to his feet and sends him into the ropes, then doubles over to lift up the Villain. Scurll rebounds but as he does he somehow taps into a reserve of wherewithal and reverses into a facebreaker knee smash! Omega shoots up and Scurll grabs his wrist, sending him into the corner on pure adrenaline before charging in to connect with a boot to the face!
Matt Striker: As you said earlier Mauro, when the opportunity presents itself it's best to take it and it looks like Marty Scurll plans to do exactly that!
Mauro Ranallo: The Villain has found his second wind!
Scurll steps away for a moment, but then he comes right back with a MONSTROUS chop to the chest! Omega sells the blow as Scurll unloads another, and another, and another — over and over until the tell-tale blood red colouring of a welt appears on Kenny's chest. Finally, Scurll pulls Omega out of the corner and hits a Northern Lights suplex, bridging for the pin attempt!
1...
2...
...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: A picture-perfect Northern Lights suplex nets Marty Scurll a very near fall there.
Scurll is quick back to his feet, but has to fight to maintain his balance, the effects of the assault on his head clearly taking their toll as the brief adrenaline rush starts to fade. He knows he has to finish this match quickly, and so he grabs Omega and pulls him into the Crossface Chickenwing! The fans are booing loudly as Kenny Omega thrashes about in the hold, trying to fight against it. Omega gets a good grip on Marty's arm and tries to pull it loose, but he can't, so he balls his hand up into a fist and cold-cocks the Villain on the side of the head. With the damage already done, the blows soften up Scurll's grip enough that Omega is able to break loose and he rolls away, getting to his feet gasping for air as he holds one hand to his throat. Scurll uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Omega charges him looking for the V-Trigger for a second time, but Marty sees it coming and stumbles out of the way! Kenny lands harmlessly on the canvas and Scurll hits the ropes, then comes back slowly and plants the toe of his boot directly in Omega's gut, forcing him to lean forward into a suplex clutch! Scurll then lifts the Cleaner up and drops him stomach-first on the top rope with a stun gun! The fans again boo as Scurll holds Omega on the ropes in a DDT clutch, then drags him back toward the ring before hitting a rope-hung spike DDT! Scurll rolls Omega over and hooks the leg.
Matt Striker: A savage sequence there as Marty Scurll once more turns about the momentum of this match-up.
1...
2...
...NO! Kenny Omega gets a foot on the ropes!
Mauro Ranallo: And in response a display of ring awareness from the Cleaner.
Scurll's losing energy fast. The blows to the head are registering now worse than ever. He has to end it. He sends Omega into the corner and heads over, lifting him up onto the top rope. He stretches Omega's arms out with his back to the Cleaner. He lifts Omega off the top and leads him out in position for the Bird of Prey! People can sense the end is coming. Nigel watches intently from the outside. But as Scurll prepares to drop Omega, the Cleaner slips loose and lands behind him, then goes low and lifts Scurll up on his shoulder before lurching forward and bringing the Villain crashing down with the One-Winged Angel! There's a huge pop for the fan favourite as Omega goes for the cover. The fans count with the official:
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! WHAT A COUNTER BY KENNY OMEGA!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
Kenny Omega!
Matt Striker: In the early going it looked as though Scurll was the one with the gameplan, but Kenny Omega's tactic of targetting the Villain's head enabled him to reap the biggest reward: a major victory here on Resistance.
Mauro Ranallo: It was brutal. It was technical. It was one of the best matches I have ever called and tonight, it was the Cleaner's night as his arm is raised in victory here.
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Post by crann on Oct 16, 2018 0:52:26 GMT -6
Following some more action, the camera goes to the commentary desk.
Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we are going to take live to Jeff Hardy's first official interview since returning to the UWF a month ago.
Striker: But first, we are going to show a clip of what transpired at the conclusion of the Elimination Chamber match at Genesis - the moment at which The UWF's Daredevil put everything on the line and ultimately came up short. Please be advised that the following footage is quite graphic and may not be suitable for the faint of heart.
The titantron switches from the UWF Resistance graphic to a replay of Jeff climbing the Chamber, the fans screaming their heads off all around him. Hardy leaps off, aiming for a Swanton Bomb on Samoa Joe. He executes the move, coming down from way the hell up in the air, only to land on Joe's knees before being submitted by the new Champ. Two slower replays follow before the footage ends and the screen switches to a live feed from backstage. The company's top backstage correspondent, Renee Young, is sitting in a room with the Charismatic Enigma, who, over a week removed from the incident, still looks worse for wear.
Young: Jeff, thank you for joining me tonight. I understand you were just released from the Hospital yesterday?
Hardy carefully adjusts his position, trying to get comfortable - an impossible task given his busted up body.
Hardy: Uh... yeah, well, I actually checked myself out last Tuesday, but I was readmitted when I passed out at my place the day after that, but um, well, I got the Doctor's note to be able to be here for this, anyway.
Renee is visibly concerned by his state, but keeps going, her voice coming in the same forced calm as a hostage negotiator's.
Young: Before the match, you said that you were going to go into the Chamber and wrestle like it was your last match ever. You promised to put everything on the line - made good on the promise - and came up short. With the benefit of hindsight, do you think trying for that... Extreme Swanton Bomb rather than, well, for lack of a better word, a "regular" Swanton was worth the risk?
Jeff doesn't hesitate to answer.
Hardy: Absolutely, Renee. Absolutely. Definitely.
He stops there, but she doesn't seem at all convinced, so he goes on.
Hardy: Look... that match is the most dangerous one there is. It brings out something in us wrestlers that most of us don't even know is in there. Some kinda instinct kicks in. You do terrible things you didn't know you were capable of - but it also... it also sharpens your resolve, ya know? You find this... power... this power in yourself to keep fighting, event though everything in your body is screaming at you to just lay down and live to fight another day. Something as intense as the Elimination Chamber can awaken a soul, if you're brave enough to embrace the energy of it.
That deep into the match? I know Samoa Joe was right in that mental space with me. The man is a warrior, through and through. You don't get to his level by being weak - by being the kinda guy who quits on himself. Given that... I wasn't sure a Swanton would be enough. Maybe I coulda hit it, maybe it would've worked, who knows? But I did, and Joe kicked out and beat me all the same, the only thing I'd be wondering about today is if I would've won had I climbed higher, jumped farther, and landed harder.
I'm my best self today because I live my life in a way that doesn't give me any reason to look back and wonder "what if?" so that means goin big or goin home. Always. I needed to know that I did everything I could to beat Joe, and I did, an no, it wasn't enough. He got the best of me. But I'm still here. I'm still alive. Damn sure my style might not be the wisest, or the safest, or even the best, but it's the one I've got. If I'm gonna win a match, I need to do it my way. Won or lose, I'm doin it the honest way. I'm the one who has to live with myself.
Young: But Jeff... how much longer can you do this to yourself?
He looks off into the middle distance for a moment before replying.
Hardy: .... at least one more. That's where my mind is at everything morning, now. I wrestle every match like I might not get another chance to, and when I wake up the next day, still alive, I know I got another fight in me still. I left a lot in that Chamber, as much as could, but the human body is a miracle, and hell yeah mine's wrecked right now, but it's getting better every day. My heart's still beating. My soul's on fire. I'm not done yet. If I never get a crack at Joe again or another title match, so be it. But that Elimination Chamber was not the end of my story.
Young: Is it worth it?
He lets out a sickly sounding cough into his sleeve. It takes him a minute to catch his breath before he can speak. His ribs are fucked.
Hardy: It's selfish. It's short-sighted. It's dangerous. I'm not an idiot. I've done a lotta stupid stuff in my life, and put a lot of garbage into my body tryin to feel somethin as good as the rush I get doin what I do in that ring. Nothing compares. Nothing. And people say "well what about your family?" like they've got the right to ask, but hell, here's the answer anyway...
The only way I can be the Jeff Hardy my family needs is to be true to myself. I've been wrestling since I was a kid. If there's a version of me that can survive without the thrill of defying gravity, I've never met him. I don't think he exists. We don't get to choose our destiny, or who we are, or what we want. All we get to choose is whether or not we lie to ourselves about it. Whatever else you wanna say about me, I'm worship at the altar of self truth. In fact...
Jeff starts coughing again, this time spitting out a mouthful of blood before he can continue.
Renee: Oh... oh my God. Okay. No. We're done. Hey! Can somebody - somebody get the doctor in here? Now?
Jeff: It's fine... it's fine... it's...
But he can't keep himself from coughing up more blood. Renee tries to console Jeff while someone runs to get help. The feed quickly cuts out to colour bars before going back to the regular titantron screen. There's a shocked hush over all the arena as Resistance continues elsewhere.
Michael Buffer: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The engine of a lawnmower starting flow throughout the arena and the crowd is on their feet, booing the arrival of one of the nost hated factions in UWF history. It doesn't take long before the Mexicools make their way out on their custom Juan Deere's, driving down the ramp.
Michael Buffer: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Super Crazy and Psicosis, from Mexico City, Mexico, Juventud!
The Mexicools circle the ring in their Juan Deere's having fun and dancing along to their music until they park. They all slide into the ring with Psicosis and Super Crazy hyping up Juventud as he warms up in the corner.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent...
YOW!
Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla with his championship. He looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate.
Michael Buffer: Making his way from Capitol City, Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, he is the European champion, the Velveteen Dream!
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground
Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
 -VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!!!
The bell sounds throughout the arena, Velveteen and Juvi begin circling each other before clinching in the traditional collar-and-elbow. After struggling between both men, Juvi takes the advantage with a side headlock, cranking it in until Dream is able to back up the luchador into the ropes and bounce him off to the opposite side, Juvi rebounding off of the far ropes straight into a shoulder block from Velveteen that knocks him right down. Dream then bounces off of the adjacent ropes, Juvi flipping into a bridge that gets hopped over, and then springing to his feet and leapfrogging over Velveteen before catching him on the next go-around with an arm drag that sends Dream hurdling over to the other side of the ring, and he follows this up with two more for each time that Velveteen charges him, keeping the third one in deep with an armbar which Dream struggles to get out of for a few seconds before being able to stand up and convert the hold into a hammerlock with some fine maneuvering. Juvi, now with his wrist locked up behind his back, is able to toss Velveteen over his shoulders with an amateur wrestling maneuver, and the two both stand up and stare down, neither man getting a proper advantage to start off this match. However, Super Crazy is quick to break up the tension, hopping up onto the ring apron and yelling out to Velveteen. This is sufficient enough of a distraction to cause Velveteen to spin around and approach, which turns out to be a horrible idea in the long run as Juvi rushes him from behind and drops Dream down to the mat with a clothesline, which is then transitioned into Juvi taking hold of Dream’s right leg and stomping repeatedly onto it, the Dream cringing with each shot weakening his base further and further.
Matt Striker: “And Juventud with a despicable tactic to gain the advantage early on in the matchup.”
Mauro Ranallo: “Despicable is right, Striker that is just unnecessary.”
Juvi obviously doesn’t view it as unnecessary at this point in time, however, as he drags Velveteen closer to the middle of the ring and slams his right leg into the mat with the knee-DT, causing Dream to cry out in anguish as Juvi goes for the cover.
One…
...no!
Velveteen doesn’t even need the two count to be able to kick out, but it doesn’t matter as Juvi is right back on the offensive, Elbowing the leg before standing up, bouncing off the ropes and dropping a knee onto it. As Velveteen is in pain, the Mexicools are only showing joy at his agony as Juvi takes a second to go to his partners and taunt Velveteen, fake-hobbling on his left leg to a roar of boos from those in attendance. This does give Velveteen some time to recover, however as he is able to stand up and rushes to Juvi, rolling him up with a schoolboy!
One…
Two…
...No!
Juvi kicks out, and both men get back to their feet. Velveteen rushes Juvi with a powerline attempt, but it gets ducked and Juvi uses some nice trickery as he sweeps the leg out from under The Velveteen Dream, causing him to come crashing back to the mat, clutching the shin and knee of his right leg. Juvi then takes it to another level, dragging Velveteen to the very edge of the ring, his legs hanging off of the apron, and Juventud rolls to the outside, still grabbing hold on his right leg. He lifts up the leg, and absolutely smashes it right into the ring apron! Velveteen tries to roll as far away from this as possible, but Juvi keeps hold of the leg, smashing it into what some call the hardest part of the ring over and over again!
Mauro Ranallo: “And another loathsome attack from Juventud Guerrera, he may be actively trying to injure Velveteen’s leg at this point!”
Matt Striker: “You can’t say it isn’t effective though, whether that is a good or bad thing. I mean, just look at the way Velveteen is crying out, you can bet that Billy Gunn is happy with Juventud’s work backstage.”
The referee begins yelling at Juvi to let go of the leg, and he finally relents, taking the scolding from the referee but yelling back at him to not get in his face. Of course, the referee does the exact opposite, and soon enough come Super Crazy and Psichosis, taking advantage of the referee’s distracted nature to slam the leg into the apron even more. They rush away, and Juvi finally stops arguing enough to drag Dream back fully into the ring and covering him, hooking the left leg.
One…
Two…
...NO!
Velveteen musters the mental fortitude to kick out, leaving Juvi to argue with the referee about the decision to mark that as only a two count. Of course, Crazy and Psichosis would interfere, but Velveteen being in the middle of the ring makes it a bit difficult so instead they are seen on the outside trash talking both Velveteen and the referee for not just giving Juvi the victory. Eventually, Juventud takes Velveteen up to his feet, who is standing shakily, and throws him off the ropes, going for a clothesline...but it gets ducked! Juvi spins around, just in time to see Velveteen decking him with a powerline! He stands back up, and takes another one! And then a third one! This time, Juvi doesn’t wait for Velveteen to rush at him as he runs towards Dream with a clothesline of his own, but Velveteen doesn’t even duck for this, instead taking the arm and spinning him around through it into a grab, taking him into an STO position before hooking the head and spinning him around for the DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: “What an incredible burst of offense from Velveteen, complete with that incredible reverse STO into a DDT that just spiked Juvi onto his head!”
Matt Striker: “Couldn’t have said it better, Mauro, but the real question is if Velveteen can capitalize on this sudden success?”
Velveteen, shakily, makes his way over to Juvi and flips him onto his back, covering him.
ONE…
TWO…
...NO!
Juvi kicks out, and it is Velveteen’s turn to be shocked, but not for long as he brings himself as well as Juvi to their feet, lifting him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, but it’s at this moment that Psichosis hops up onto the apron, yelling for the referee. Instead, Velveteen drops Juvi back to the mat and turns his attention to Psichosis. Having enough of his shit in this match, Velveteen doesn’t even wait for any argument from Psichosis or the referee and clocks him in the head, knocking the Mexicool straight off the apron and to the floor below. Super Crazy follows up but gets the same thing as his buddy as Dream hits a powerline onto him, sending him straight to the floor below. Finally, with the other Mexicools down for the time being, Velveteen goes over to Juvi to get him back up for the Dream Valley Driver, but is met instead with a small package!
ONE…..
TWO…..
…..THR-NO!!!
At the very last second, Velveteen kicks out, and the referee calls it a 2 count, which Juvi takes as just pure spite, standing up and putting the boots to Velveteen while screaming his head off at both his opponent and the referee for the call on what, in his mind, should have won him the match.
Matt Striker: “A crafty maneuver from Juventud, only getting a two count though! I honestly was worried we’d be seeing a victory for Juventud there.”
Mauro Ranallo: “Well don’t put your fears to rest yet, Matt. Juvi still has a chance to come away with the win, after all.”
Matt Striker: “I know, but after what they’ve done to Velveteen in this match, I think it’s obvious who is the underdog and, well, underdogs are fun to cheer for!”
With both men now back to their feet, Juvi runs at Velveteen to go for a hurricanrana, but Velveteen doesn’t go with him, instead letting Juvi just hang off of him. After trying to lift him for a powerbomb, Juvi delivers some punches right to his face, and Velveteen decides to play it safe by throwing him off, allowing Juvi to catch his footing. Juvi tries rushing once again, swapping his game plan by instead going for a clothesline but this works perfectly into Velveteen’s plan as he is able to scoop Juvi right up and roll with him into the Dream Valley Driver! Dream falls prone, as does Juvi, with Velveteen slowly being able to inch his way into a cover.
ONE…..
TWO…..
…..NO!
The referee notices that Juvi’s foot is on the ropes, but only thanks to Psichosis placing it there. The Dream does not take this interference lightly, and argues with Psichosis about it, and turns away to attack Juvi but Super Crazy takes hold of the leg, refusing to let him go and instead trying to pull him out of the ring, all the while Juvi is distracting the referee. Just as Super Crazy manages to bring him out of the ring, suddenly he is down on the floor thanks to a swing of an umbrella thanks to one Marty Scurll!!!
Mauro Ranallo: “MAMMA MIA! Marty Scurll just hopped the barricade and took out Super Crazy?! What the hell?!”
Matt Striker: “That’s what I want to know right now, Mauro, why did Scurll just help out Velveteen Dream?!”
From behind the barricade arrives Nigel McGuinness as well, who makes sure Super Crazy isn’t standing up anytime soon by immediately beginning to ground and pound on him, Scurll tossing Psichosis straight into the barricade, ribs colliding with it and then being met with a swift strike from the umbrella that causes him to keel over. Velveteen, confused by all of this, slides into the ring only to be met with a gut kick from an irate Juventud, who watched all of this unfold. He grabs Velveteen and attempts to grab him for a suplex, lifting him up only a few feet off the mat before Dream stops himself. Another attempt, and another failure, thanks to a helpful assist from Scurll who grabs onto Dream’s legs and prevents him from going up. Dream then is able to knee Juvi in the midsection, spin him around and reverse the suplex onto him, Juvi sprawling on the mat in pain as Velveteen hobbles on his left leg to the corner and subsequently to the top rope. He climbs up, and wastes little time posing before diving off…..
AND NAILING JUVI WITH THE PURPLE RAINMAKER! COVER!
ONE…..
TWO…..
…..THREE!!!
Michael Buffer: “The winner of this match via pinfall, The Velveteen Dream!”
Dream seems too celebratory to notice he has been assisted by the Villain and his manager, holding his arms up in the victory pose. When he turns around, he discovers both men climbing the ring steps and entering the ring. Scurll approaches Dream slowly, his steps still somewhat off-balance due to his earlier match-up, and he extends a hand to his former rival. Dream looks at the hand, then looks at Scurll and shakes his head, walking right past the Villain to exit the ring! There's a loud boo from the crowd, showing their lack of appreciation for Dream's lack of gratitude, and the feed heads elsewhere with Scurll and Nigel watching Dream beat a hasty exit to the back.
The feed takes us backstage where Drake Maverick is standing by with Dasha Fuentes. As soon as the camera starts rolling, Dasha puts the questions to the Resistance GM.
DASHA FUENTES:
Drake, thank you for joining me here today. There was a lot of excitement leading into Genesis this year because once again, the UWF is growing. The first joint pay-per-view of the Ethan Carter era is behind us, but fans are wondering, what’s next for Resistance?
The shot pulls back now and Drake is more fully in the frame as Dasha puts the microphone in front of him.
DRAKE MAVERICK
What a fantastic question, Dasha. And the truth is, I don’t fully have an answer for you yet. We have Number One Contenders for two of the three titles, however, and the third contender will be determined tonight. That important piece of business will allow me to start making the plans for Survivor Series, which as you are aware, is the UWF’s next pay-per-view. Of course, with all of the interest we have seen in them of late, UWF management have been talking about the possibility that at some point in the future, the tag team championships will be re-intro--
Rather suddenly, Drake is interrupted as…
Gunn: “WHOA WHOA WHOA, hold right there Drake!”
In walk The Hired Gunns, Each carrying one of their championships over a shoulder with shit-eating grins on their faces.
Kidman: “Were we hearing you correctly? Did you just say that the tag team championships would be introduced? Because I think you and I and Gunn both know exactly who will be the first champions…”
Gunn: “After all, we were walking around as your…..”
Gunn and Kidman both go to do the motions for their championships, but are stopped when Drake raises his right hand and shakes his head.
Gentlemen, please! I’ve told you before what I think of this nonsense about the “International House of Tag Team” titles. In spite of your insistence otherwise, those are not sanctioned championships. You didn’t do anything to earn them. And while someone running around saying he’s a champion might pass for one on Revolution, here on Resistance I conduct business very differently...
It seems like Drake has more to say, but…
Gunn: “Oh COME ON Drake, we’ve been loyal to you since the draft! We could’ve walked away from the company completely, but instead signed with you and I’d say we’ve done pretty damn well since then. I mean, Kidman was almost Prime Time Champ and I’m on my way to dethroning Velveteen Dream for the European Championship, and besides, if you make these bad boys official titles, then that means that I could be the first double champion in Resistance history, and that also means you’re one-upping Revolution since we actually have the title belts to walk around with unlike Sweeney!”
At this point, Dasha chimes in.
Well, actually, Larry Sweeney won the UWF Championship at Genesis…
Maverick looks over at Dasha and frowns, murmuring “good point” before turning his attention back to the International House of Tag Team Champions.
Look, Billy. And, uhm, also-Billy. I’ll make you a deal. If you can stay focused on your European Championship opportunity and pull off what some would probably call the upset of the century in defeating the Velveteen Dream, then I’ll consider — but I stress, only consider — legitimizing the tag team titles. These decisions aren’t left to me alone, but I’ll take your case up to the board. Deal?
Gunn outstretches his hand for a handshake from Maverick.
Gunn: “Alright, deal. But once I win that European Championship, then I will without a doubt, no matter what this board says, be the only true double champion in the UWF.”
Drake rolls his eyes, then shakes Gunn’s hand.
Whatever you say. Now if you don’t mind, I have an interview to conduct…
Off the handshake, Gunn and Kidman both fistpump the air in happiness as they walk off.
Michael Buffer: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The arena becomes dark as all of a sudden hellish flames appear on the tron a dark noise is heard and all of a sudden the the guitar riffs hard and out from the darkness come one man. The eyes, and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin. Fans in the arena boo as Constable Corbin comes out. Corbin has a smug look on his face as he comes out in his dress clothes.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen introducing from Kansas City, Missouri. At 6'8'' and 285 pounds. He is the eyes and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin.
Corbin is mobbing his head to the entrance music and as he raises the dark backgrund behind him and lights raise. The fans are just letting Corbin hear it but he doesn't care as he is soaking in the moment and looking arrogant doing so. Corbing gets in the ring, and he takes the center of the ring and raises his arms as fans boo. Corbins music dies down and Corbin is ready for his match to begin.
Michael Buffer: And the tag team partner...
HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME
The sirens start to blare across the arena as the Genetic Freak walks out of the curtain wearing his traditional chain mail head gear. Stands at the top of the ramp and flexes for all his freaks out there and kiss one of them. He goes down the ramp and lets all the women touch his muscles.
Micheal Buffer: Now heading down the aisle. From Detroit Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 276 pounds. He is the Big Bad Booty Daddy, he is the Genetic Freak, he is Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner.
He gets into the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle and once again flexes his muscles and gives the other one a kiss. As he comes down he takes off his headgear and makes sure he tells the usher where to put it as he waits for his opponents.Michael Buffer: And their opponents...The lights cut out, as the arena is bathed in darkness. The opening notes to "O, Canada" begin playing, and everyone in attendance knows exactly what to expect to come on next....IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID "I'M ANGRY"The lights come right back on and the fans cheer as the Billies, Gunn and Kidman, run out onto the stage with excitement flashing in their eyes. The pair are almost taken aback by the amount of approval from the crowd, each taken a few steps back, accidentally bumping into each other. When they feel the bump into each other, the two decide to strike a pose towards the camera like they are on some sort of B-level buddy cop film that goes straight to DVD, both smiling for the camera with their arms crossed.Michael Buffer: "Weighing in at a combined weight of 483 lbs, Billy Gunn...Billy Kidman...THE HIIIIIIREEEEDDDDDDDDDD GUUUUUUNNNSSSSS!!!!!"After the introduction, Gunn and Kidman begin walking down the ramp, continuing to play to the crowd the entire way down, giving out high fives, too sweets, the like.  They soon arrive at the foot of the ramp, and each take a corner of the ring by the entrance ramp. The two then run towards each other, and barely avoid each other as they slide into the other side of the ring, popping right back up to their feet and then onto the second rope where they pose once more, letting out a yell to the crowd to get them even more amped up, before then hopping down and preparing themselves for the match ahead (even if they are not part of it.)  -VERSUS- DING DING DING!That starting bell rings and it looks as though Billy Kidman is going to start things off for the Gunns while Constable Corbin gets things started for his team. The two men close in and Corbin immediately ties Kidman up, using his superior size and brute strength to drive Kidman back to the ropes before putting a palm in Billy's face and washing it. The fans boo as Kidman wipes his nose with the back of his hand, Corbin grinning cruelly at him. Kidman comes looking with a kick to the gut, but Corbin catches it, then pulls Kidman into a HUGE lariat! Billy hits the canvas hard and rolls out to the outside while Constable Corbin looks smug as he nods his head, the fans booing loudly. Kidman gets back up on the apron but as he does, Corbin goes for a shoulder thrust between the top and middle ropes. Kidman rolls over the top rope and Corbin's back, hitting a sunset flip powerbomb! He sits out for the cover! 1...
...NO!Corbin kicks out. Kidman rolls away, the fans now cheering as the Constable gets to one knee. Billy runs the ropes and comes looking with a diving forearm, but Corbin rolls backwards and away as Kidman gets nothing but air. Both regain their vertical base quickly, but Corbin charges in and shoulder blocks Kidman to the canvas before dropping to one knee beside him and straight punching him repeatedly in the face. The blows land soundly and with considerable force, each one leaving Kidman increasingly dazed. After five punches, Corbin pulls Kidman to his feet and sends him into the corner where Steiner is waiting. Baron then walks over and tags Scott in before laying into Kidman with some shoulder thrusts. When Steiner enters, Corbin steps out. Steiner makes it clear he has no intention of letting Kidman breathe as he leads him out of the corner and then lays him out with a huge headbutt. Mauro Ranallo: After hitting an impressive sunset flip powerbomb, Billy Kidman has been robbed of all momentum by these two powerhouse opponents, Scott Steiner and Baron Corbin.Matt Striker: Steiner and Corbin are contenders for the championship Kidman competed to win in the Beat the Clock Tournament that first episode of Resistance. They're both quality guys and tough as nails. They're also hungry. Right now, that might be all it takes to edge the Hired Gunns.Steiner is quick to sit Kidman up and then places a boot on his back after grabbing both wrists, pulling the arms back into a nasty seated surfboard. Kidman cries out in agony as Steiner works his shoulder blades with sheer strength, running his mouth all the while about how he's going to show Kidman's girl a good time. Kidman starts shaking his head and breathing heavily as he looks with pleading eyes at Billy Gunn, who steps between the ropes so as to enter the ring. The official moves to intercept him and as he does, Steiner uses the time that the ref isn't paying attention to release the hold, walk around Kidman, lift up both legs and stomp repeatedly on his groin. The fans are booing as Steiner quickly drops both legs and steps away, making a gesture as though he is washing his hands of the crime as the referee turns his attention back to the pair. Gunn is beside himself at having enabled the shameful display. Matt Striker: Any hopes for sportsmanship have gone out the window here tonight after that shameful assault. As soon as the referee stopped paying attention, Scott Steiner took full advantage.Steiner moves to tag in Corbin, then dashes back over to Kidman and drops an elbow on his chest. Steiner then stands up, deadlifting Kidman all the way into a backbreaker clutch and then dropping him on the knee as Corbin hits the ropes and crashes down on his neck with a leg drop! Steiner rolls out of the ring as the fans boo and Corbin gets back to his feet, the Constable looking entirely satisfied with himself. He puts his boot on the side of Kidman's face and starts to wash it shamelessly, the fans getting even louder with their contempt as Corbin shows absolutely no respect for his foe. After several seconds, Corbin steps away and holds his arms out at his sides, calling for the End of Days! He turns and grabs Kidman by the wrist to pull him to his feet, then pulls him in but as he does, Kidman uses the momentum and lifts a knee, catching Corbin in the gut and doubling him over! Kidman immediately hits a spike DDT from there, then rolls away from Corbin as the Constable cradles his head. Both men are down on the canvas and neither seems to have the gas to get back to his feet just yet, so the official starts a count. 1...
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3...Mauro Ranallo: Billy Kidman managed a brilliant counter there but he's still worse for wear after the co-ordinated beatdown he took at the hands of this remarkably well-functioning tag team of Baron Corbin and Scott Steiner.Matt Striker: They may be well co-ordinated now, Mauro, but I'm just waiting to see if one of them is going to try and pull a fast one to get the edge next week in their triple threat match for the Prime Time Championship.There is movement — the occasional stirring here, the moving of an arm there — but neither man is moving to his feet, and so the ref's count continues. 4...
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6...Finally both men are on their stomachs and crawling toward their corners. The referee breaks off the count, but it's a race for one of them to tag first. As both men inch toward their tag partners' outstretched palms, Kidman finds a second wind and leaps, clapping hands with Gunn! The fans pop! But Corbin makes his tag a split second later and in comes Big Poppa Pump! The two hulks meet in the middle of the ring and start trading thunderous rights with one another as the fans buzz, unsure who will prevail in this brawl. Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia listen to those punches land! Someone's going to break their jaw!Matt Striker: Those blows are going to take their toll, especially with the muscle mass of both men, but the fresher one may actually end up having the advantage here.It's actually Steiner who has an advantage as he deflects one of Gunn's punches and then grabs the back of his head before smashing him repeatedly in the face with forearms, driving him into the corner. Steiner then wraps his arms around the dazed Gunn and lifts him off the canvas in a bone-crunching bearhug! The fans are booing as Scott works the hold, trying to squeeze the life out of Gunn's body. For a moment, it looks like it might work; Billy's head starts to tilt, his flailing hands start to fall and his entire body starts to go limp. But then Kidman leaps off the top and hits Steiner in the back with a dropkick and Gunn is released! The Number One Contender to the European Championship falls to the canvas as Steiner stumbles toward the ropes and Kidman gets right back up, charging him and hitting a headscissors takedown! Kidman then runs the ropes but as he does, he's blindsided by Corbin who LEVELS him with an ugly big boot to the side of the head! The fans suddenly return to booing from the cheers they were emitting moments prior, and Corbin helps Steiner back to his feet before directing him toward Gunn, then heads back to his corner. Mauro Ranallo: This could be the end right here if Scott Steiner locks in his Recliner!Steiner grabs Gunn by one ankle and drags him away from the ropes. His intention is clear. When he gets Gunn to the middle of the ring, Steiner poses with his signature flex and goes to kiss his bicep, but as he does Gunn sits up and delivers hard blow after hard blow directly to his gut! Steiner doubles over and Gunn rolls him up! 1...
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...NO!Steiner kicks out! Gunn is quicker to his feet but Steiner moves to get there pretty quickly too and Corbin comes in to provide the assist. Unfortunately for the Constable, Gunn sees it coming and he ducks as Baron charges, catching a lariat from Big Poppa Pump that was intended for Gunn! Corbin goes down with a thud and rolls out of the ring as Gunn kicks Steiner in the gut and hits the Fame Asser! The fans are losing their minds as Gunn hooks the leg! Matt Striker: This should be it!1...
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DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
Billy Gunn and Billy Kidman
THE HIRED GUNNS! Mauro Ranallo: Baron Corbin and Scott Steiner had almost flawless teamwork until the end, when a simple miscommunication cost them a huge victory over the Number One Contender to Velveteen Dream's European Championship.Matt Striker: It's a tough break for these two men, but they'll have to console themselves with their title shot next week.Steiner actually seems apologetic to Corbin on the outside as the two have words, the Gunns celebrating in the ring. Corbin seems to accept the apology and offers his hand for the shaking. Steiner takes it, and too late realizes he's been tricked as the Constable pulls him in and drops him on the floor with the End of Days! In spite of their feelings for Steiner, the fans still boo the lack of sportsmanship from Corbin and Gunn and Kidman watch on at the dysfunction from inside the ring with disbelief as Corbin looks down on Steiner, then up at them. Then, he heads to the back, the feed moving elsewhere. The scene opens on Vinny standing in an area of the arena where the ring can be seen. Vinny Marseglia: Won’t be long, now. In just a little while, we’ll be stepping into that ring to fight for the number one contendership to the International title. And when we do, Seth, I promise you a Vinny Marseglia you’ve never experienced before. Because amping up the violence and the intensity is what it’s going to take from here on out. I’m sick and tired of being this close to the championship and coming up short because the Hired Gunns or Jimmy Jacobs or someone like you intervenes. It’s time to show Resistance and the whole of UWF just how demented the, “Horror King” can be.
Someone that needs to watch this closely though is the self-proclaimed “Destroyer”, Samoa Joe. Joe, simply put, your title is going to be mine. Because once we face off, there won’t be four other competitors to get between us or use energy with, it’s going to be just you and I. So I hope you’re enjoying your beginner’s luck. It won’t happen twice.
You’ve got the worst seat in the house for this, Seth. Where you’re standing makes you the recipient of all the wickedness I’m going to unleash in that ring. You told me my chances are floating away like one of my balloons. Well your chance...The balloon Vinny’s holding suddenly pops.Just vanished.We are taken back to the ring for tonight's main event.Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership to the UWF International Championship! Introducing first...BURN IT DOWN!!!The fans all begin to get extremely antsy when a large amount of pyro goes off at the top of the stage shaking the entire arena. Seth Rollins soon emerges from behind a large cloud of smoke as the fans all begin to cheer and scream at the top of their voices. The ovation is ear splitting, earth rattling, and flat out deafening. Seth Rollins slowly steps out from the back, very slowly and methodically. A slight grin emerges from the corners of his mouth as he recognizes the fans adoring love for him. Seth walks down the ramp as the love from the fans continue to pour down upon his shoulders. He makes contact with a few fans in the form of handshakes and handclaps and he makes his way into the ring. He stands on second turnbuckle and throws both of his fists in the air as the crowd continues to scream until their lungs collapse.
Michael Buffer: Making his way down to the Ring, hailing from Davenport, Iowa, weighing in at 220 pounds.. He is the Architect: Seth Rollins!!!As Rollins steps back into his corner, an eerie silence falls over the crowd.Michael Buffer: And the opponent...Anticipation is at an all time high as the lights go out and as they do, a familiar song begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.
I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”
At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and out walks Vinny Marseglia with one of his masks adorning his face and his trademark axe and red balloons in his grasp.
Michael Buffer: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!
Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.
Following this, Vinny begins to remove his entrance gear as the referee hands the items off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.
 -VERSUS- 
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell and our main event is underway. Both men take a moment to feel one another out, circling around each other a few times before finally meeting in the middle and locking up. Vinny puts Rollins in a side head lock, to which Seth quickly counters by shoving his opponent to the ropes. Marseglia shoulder tackles Rollins to the mat, and quickly runs towards the ropes. Seth lays on his stomach and Vinny leaps over him, rebounding again off the ropes. This time Rollins leaps right over him, once again making Vinny rebound off the ropes. Rollins tries to hook his arm and land a hip toss, but Marseglia counters, now grabbing Seth by the arm, lifting him up and over with a hip toss of his own. Rollins however manages to flip over and land on his feet and both men stop and stare each other down as the crowd cheers in approval.
MAURO RANALLO: Oh my what an exchange from these two men. Tonight is a huge opportunity for whoever comes out on top Matt.
MATT STRIKER: Couldn't have said it better myself Mauro. The winner of this match becomes the number one contender for the International Championship. Now I don't know if you would call it a win if you are winning the right to fight Samoa Joe. That is no easy task.
MAURO RANALLO: Well you are right about that Matt. You can bet your bottom dollar that Samoa Joe is paying close attention to this match tonight.
Both men nod at each other in approval as they once again circle one another. As they go to lock up, Vinny Marseglia knees Seth in the gut. Then he grabs Seth by the hair and brings him over to the corner, smashing his head into the turnbuckle. Slightly dazed Rollins turns himself around in the corner, and Vinny chops him right across the chest. Rollins leans over to which Vinny pushes him back and hits him with another chop to the chest. Seth steps out of the corner, holding on to the ropes as he tries to make some distance between himself and his foe. Marseglia is on his heels though, shoving him into the next corner. Then he grabs him arm, and whips him across the ring, crashing into the far corner. Vinny smiles at his opponent and then gets a running start towards him. Rollins puts his feet up, hitting Vinny in the face, setting him backwards a few steps, but that doesn't stop Vinny from coming right back at Seth. This time Seth hits him with an elbow to his face. Seth grabs Vinny by his head, and hops up on the middle turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a tornado DDT! Rollins rolls on top of Vinny for the cover...
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KICKOUT!
Vinny gets the shoulder up before the count of three, and this match continues. Seth picks Vinny up, and whips him into the ropes, leaning over awaiting the return trip. Marseglia kicks Rollins, sending him falling backwards. Rollins is not rolling towards the outskirts of the ring apron, getting back to his feet. Vinny comes over to him, and wraps his arm around his neck. Vinny tries to lift him over the ropes, but Seth counters by blocking his feet. He delivers a few well placed blows to the midsection of Vinny before lifting him up and over the ropes and crashing down to the arena floor with a devastating Falcon Arrow!
MATT STRIKER: Are you kidding me? Rollins is absolutely insane!
Rollins has taken a bunch of damage from the move as well, grabbing at his lower half as he struggles to get up. Once he does, Rollins tosses a wounded Marseglia into the ring. Seth quickly follows him in and rolls him up for the pin...
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KICKOUT!
Seth looks slightly surprised as he gets back to his feet. He drags Vinny over towards the corner, stomping him in the gut a few times before mounting the top rope. Rollins stands up tall looking at the crowd before leaping off, but misses the attempt at a frog splash because Vinny rolls out of harms way. Rollins is rolling around in pain, crawling towards the ropes to get some balance. Vinny runs in his direction and clotheslines him right over the ropes and out of the ring. Vinny looks down upon his opponent and vaults himself over the top rope, crashing onto Seth Rollins on the ground. Vinny is all fired up and tries to get the crowd going ass the referee begins to count both individuals out...
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Vinny lifts up Seth, and whips him shoulder first into the steel steps. Seth calls out in pain as his opponent stalks him on the floor.
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Marseglia rolls into the ring to break the count and rolls right back out towards Rollins. Seth is climbing the stairs in the hopes of getting back into the ring, but Vinny has other ideas. He to takes a step on to the stairs, wraps Seth's arm around him, and hoists him over, delivering a Suplex, with Rollins landing right on the apron!
MAURO RANALLO: What ferocity from Vinny Marseglia tonight!
MATT STRIKER: There is an enormous opportunity on the line here Mauro, they will leave it all in that ring tonight if they have too.
Vinny is in the driver's seat now and takes full advantage. He leaps back up on to the apron where Rollins is still flat on his back. He enters the ring, faces the crowd, and springs over the top rope, and drops an elbow right to the heart of Rollins as he lands on his feet on the arena floor. Rollins grabs his chest in pain as he rolls towards the middle of the ring. Vinny once again mounts the top rope, and leaps off, connecting with the Redrum on Rollins! He quickly makes a cover...
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3...NO! ROLLINS KICKS OUT!
Vinny has a look of complete surprise that his opponent has kicked out and goes to the referee pleading his case, slapping his hand three times explaining that the referee was counting too slow. From behind Rollins rolls Vinny up unexpectedly and the referee drops for a quick count...
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KICKOUT!
As Vinny rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament, Rollins is standing by waiting and hits Vinny with a superkick right on the chin! Rollins hooks the legs...
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3...NO! KICKOUT BY VINNY MARSEGLIA!
Seth Rollins slicks the hair back from his eyes, and plans his next move. He is thinking high risk and steps out on to the apron once again. Once Marseglia gets back up, he springboards off the ropes and hits Vinny with a flying knee to the face. Vinny is down and Rollins is quick to act. He exits the ring and climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, connecting with a top rope frog splash! Rollins once again makes a cover...
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3...NO! MARSEGLIA KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Marseglia is all out of sorts, and Rollins is on top of him the whole time. He lifts Vinny up, and gets him in powerbomb position. Rollins lifts him up, then gets a running start, tossing Marseglia at the turnbuckle. Somehow Vinny grabs ahold of Seth by the hair, and slams it right into the turnbuckle as he lands on his butt atop the turnbuckle. Rollins falls to the mat, and Vinny uses all his energy to deliver another Redrum! Vinny connects but is still in recovery mode from the onslaught of Seth Rollins, so it takes a few moments to come back with a pin attempt.
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3...NO! KICKOUT BY ROLLINS!
Vinny Marseglia can't believe this. He takes a moment to collect his breath and then pulls Seth's hair to make him stand up. He whips Rollins to the ropes and Seth immediately throws a drop kick out, taking Vinny out at the knees. Then while his opponent is down he gets a running start and hits Marseglia with a curb stomp! Rollins pins the shoulders to the mat!
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3...NO! VINNY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
MARUO RANALLO: What a match!
MATT STRIKER: These two men are clearly giving 110% tonight. They are just two of the reasons this show is the top show in UWF.
Rollins rolls over on to the mat, clearly spent after a grueling match. The referee begins to count both men out..
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Both men begin to stir about, trying to make it to their feet before the other to steal a win.
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Rollins and Marseglia are both back to a vertical position, and begin throwing bombs at one another. Seth hits Vinny, who staggers backwards. Then in retaliation Vinny comes back and slugs Rollins, who also staggers backwards. They take turns exchanging blows until Rollins throws one punch that Vinny blocks the punch, kicks Rollins in the gut and absolutely rocks him with a spike DDT. Vinny knows he needs to capitalize on this, but can't seem to get his bearing enough to cover him. Instead he crawls his way over to the corner, and slowly makes his way to the top rope. He sits there for a moment, which was one moment to long because here comes Rollins, also climbs up on the turnbuckle. The two men exchange blows on the top rope, and Vinny headbutts Rollins, teetering him as he almost falls off. He comes back with a headbutt of his own, almost knocking Marseglia off the top rope and to the floor. Marseglia gives one last shot to Rollins which knocks him clear off the turnbuckle, but Rollins grabs Vinny's arms as he falls, taking Vinny down with him. Rollins does not let go and out of nowhere locks in the Demon Slayer!
MAURO RANALLO: This could spell the end for Vinny Marseglia!
MATT STRIKER: I don't know about that one Ranallo, Vinny is to proud of a guy to just tap without a fight.
Vinny is in a world of trouble, getting the wind knocked out of him from falling off the top rope as well as being locked in this deadly submission. Try as he might frantically to grasp at the ropes he is unable. He tries to lift Rollins up to move him, but Rollins just clamps down harder on the hold, refusing to let go. Vinny tries and tries until he stops trying and passes out, forcing the referee to call for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER VIA SUBMISSION, AND THE NEWWWWWWW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP....SEEEEETTHHHHH ROLLLIIINNNNSSSS!!
MATT STRIKER: What am impressive win for Seth Rollins. He pulled out all the stops tonight.
MAURO RANALLO: Not to take anything away from Vinny Marseglia, he gave everything he had tonight.
Seth Rollins is celebrating in the ring, boasting in front of the crowd when all of a sudden...
Rollins stops short as the sound of Resistance's own, the International Champion, Samoa Joe plays. The crowd leaps to its feet as the champion appears from the back, title belt in hand, and makes a beeline for the ring.
MAURO RANALLO: The champ is here! You know there is only one reason he is here tonight Matt.
MATT STRIKER: You better believe it. It's time to make a statement right here right now.
Joe makes his way into the ring, and gets right into the face of his new challenger. The two don't say anything, just stare at each other. Just then Samoa Joe grabs his belt and raises it high in the air with a look of absolute determination on his face as this weeks edition of Resistance comes to a close.
-=END OF SHOW=-
Credits: Hendry v. James, Uso v. Grado: Bodor Tag Match, Omega v. Scurll: Crann Juvi v. Dream: Leedles Main Event: Redbull Promos: Respective TTers Everything else: Crann
OOC: This week was a tricky week with the new deadline, a shorter period for TTing and most importantly of all far fewer promos than in past weeks. I'm hoping that's a one-off issue and next week we see more promo input, because we badly need it. So please, keep in mind that if you're not booked, you should probably promo. And if you are booked, you can and should promo too. More promos means a deeper and better show. Thanks.
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. I would like to versus Uso after next week for the title... 11/10