Revolution 6/15/23

[Danny]

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



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

Tom Phillips: We continue to bring you the best action with five great match-ups this evening like our main event, Spike Dudley vs Trevor Lee

Corey Graves: Also going toe-to-toe will be the newest signee to UWF, Jaime Hayter and Drew McIntyre!

Mauro Ranallo: In a battle for the Prime Time Medal, Orange Cassidy defends against The Shark!

Tom Phillips: Also on tap, JBL takes on Leyton Buzzard

Corey Graves: And Samoa Joe goes up against Vinny Marseglia!

Mauro Ranallo: But first lets go down to the ring for a very special contract signing for the main event of Final Battle!




Coming back to the ring from whatever was just happening, its all set up for a contract signing. You know how it is. There's a table, obviously, with some contracts on top. Pens to the side. Chairs at the ready. The ring canvas is covered with a darker, fancier canvas. Nobody knows why. A buzz fills the arena because the fans know how these things tend to play out and they're itching for some more violence.



"Faint" hits the PA like a swatter to a fly. The Diabetic Dragon steps through the curtain, and folks, our boy is looking dapper tonight. We're talking full suit-and-tie gimmick. This is his first official contract signing as a singles competitor and you can tell he's taking it real serious. Also, he's got that Hollywood Championship slung over his shoulder, in case you forgot he had it or something.


Ranallo: Last week on Revolution, Kyle O'Reilly and fellow Canadian Edge both fought their way to the finals of the King of the Ring tournament. Now they'll put pen to paper as they make their bout for the crown official for Final Battle.

Graves: Kyle looks like he's going to middle school prom. I wonder if he's wearing Walmart or Zellers.

Phillips: What's wrong with the Zellers 3-piece?


Following close behind as O'Reilly marches down the ramp is his step-sister Bayley, who is also rocking some straight-to-business, down-to-brass-tacks vibes. The pair of 'em climb up into the decked-out ring, with the Human Swiss Army Knife snatching up one of the microphones from the table. Did I mention there were microphones earlier? No? Well there are.

The crowd hushes up as Kyle gets into it.



KO'R: Pretty soon Edge is gonna walk down that ramp and we're gonna sign a contract and then we're gonna fight at Final Battle. And that's it. I know you guys really like it when these things go haywire and somebody slams somebody else through the table and all that... cause shoot, I really like that too.

Except the thing is, me and Edge are cool. nWo for lyfe, brother. Remember? I've got like... exactly zero beef with him. The only thing is that we both want to be the King of the Ring and we beat up everybody else who wanted to be King of the Ring so now its just us left I guess.

Honestly, we probably coulda just done this in the back cause its not even gonna be a big deal but EC3 said we have to do it out here. Whatever. Its fine.

Kyle shrugs, looks down at the contract, then back up at the crowd.

KO'R: And if you're wondering how its even possible that two pals could fight each other with out hating each others guts, welp, its easy. Just like normal. This isn't some boring "good guy versus good guy" thing, its an exciting "awesome guy versus awesome guy" thing. Edge friggin won this whole thing last year. And me? I'm undefeated in King of the Ring matches in my career. So you know its gonna be effing deadly come Final Battle...

The crowd cheers because they know he's right, and on that note, the sounds of birds chirping and an alarm clock hits the speakers...



And right on time with the music out come the real Dynamic Duo of the UWF: Edge and Christian! Timing their bobbing and walking to the music, the two have joy washing over their faces as they make their way down the ramp and then enter the ring. The two across from Kyle and Bayley, with Christian being the one to grab the microphone to hand it over to Edge. Edge flashes a smile Kyle's way as he raises his own microphone to speak.

Edge
Well said Kyle, I get that in almost 99% of main events that EC3 has put on his career, there's been some level of animosity or hatred or rivalry between those competing. But not this time, for once there's two peas in a pod both working towards the same goal. We're only fighting each other because there's only one winner, simple as that. 4 Lyfe isn't just marketing, it's an uncuttable bond between us. As fleeting as that time was, that bond is eternal. I'd go to war alongside this man, but at Final Battle, we go to war with each other. Not as enemies, but simply as warriors. The best warriors this company has to offer in fact. I know what Kyle's all about and I plan on giving him the greatest challenge he's faced in this ring. I've been in this business for decades, I've been at the pinnacle of it multiple times, with a combined length longer than the careers of many in this business. It's rare that you'll hear my name used in those Mount Rushmore discussions, but I don't plan on doing anything to replace any of those four faces you may believe go on there, I plan on being the mountain itself. That which all others are judged on. And this match? Win or lose? It's going to be in the discussion for best match of all time, that's my guarantee right here.

With that, Edge takes the initiative and pulls up a chair at the table, glancing down at the contract before continuing.



Edge
But despite how rad I know Kyle is, EC3 still wants us to do this song and dance and sign the contract in front of all these fans. Maybe he's hoping that something will happen, like maybe I'll make a disparaging remark towards your step-sister or Christian will reveal he accidentally damaged your rental car and leaving you to pay for the damages because he left his wallet at home...

Christian leans into Edge's microphone.

Christian
Definitely not...unless you drive a leopard print Vespa, I think I backed over one to park...

Edge shoots Christian a quick death glare to get his friend to back off, just in case Edge's words turn out to be prophetic.

Edge
...but at the end of the day, we're just two rad dudes about to headline a pay per view for the King of the Ring finals. No matter who wins, they'll be worthy. But I am a sucker for making history. All that's left now is to make it official, just have to decide which of us will sign first...

As Edge says this, Kyle pulls up his seat across from Edge. Edge picks up the pen from the table, the contract sitting between them, and rests his elbow on the table, playing with the pen in his hand. Kyle's gaze is fixated on the pen, maybe some last second image training happening behind those eyes. But with the pen almost entirely in Edge's palm, Kyle's hand shoots over and clasps the pen between his and Edge's hand, his grip tightening as he locks eyes with Edge. Edge is caught off guard momentarily but realizes the game and tightens his grip. Bayley and Christian look at each other and rush over, Christian holding their hands in a neutral position as Bayley MC's this impromptu contest of strength.

Bayley: Alright fellas, lets have a clean match, classic rule set as was handed down to us by our forefathers. No folding the wrist and elbow stays on the table. On my mark...

And and Kyle exchange a competitive smirk and narrowing gaze...

Bayley: Get set...

The fans lean into get a better took at this arm wrestle over the pen...

Bayley: GO!

It begins! Being the bigger of the two, Edge's size advantage pays immediate dividends as he pushes Kyle's arm down towards the table. The thing is, when O'Reilly tastes the salty sting of his own nervous sweat, his killer instinct kicks in and he fires back with a tenacious second wind. Just when it seems like that'll be enough to turn the tide, however, the Ultimate Opportunist's patented dad strength hits like turbo injection and he wards off Kyle's offensive thrust. The Diabetic Dragon's forearm quivers, but holds fast.

Bayley grits her teeth. Christian clenches his jaw. The UWF Universe holds its breath.

And then all that tension snaps. The victim? The pen clutched between hands. So intense is the combined, combative grip of Edge and Kyle that the contract signing pen explodes into smithereens in their grasp! Ink goes everywhere! Its a huge mess!


Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

Phillips: What a disaster?

Graves: How are these idiots supposed to sign the contract now?


Good question, Corey. Kyle and Edge release hands as they consider the ooey-gooey crime scene with wide-eyed, horrified expressions. Their hands are covered in jet black squid jizz. Bayley wipes a stray splotch off her face while Christian backs away to avoid contamination.

Nobody has a spare pen to offer.

Ever an opportunist of the Ultimate variety, Edge cleverly comes up with a solution on the fly. Without a word being spoken in that awkward moment, he uses his slightly-less filthy hand to pull the contract closer, where upon he signs his name on the dotted line using the ink on his index finger. The crowd pops big for the ingenuity before he slides the paperwork towards his opponent.

Kyle nods in understanding and then presses his fingerprints down next to Edge's - like he used to when he was racking up violent crime offenses as a minor on the Mean Street of Burnaby. Once he's John Hancock'd the docs, he pushes the contract into the middle of table, leaving it there for whoever to come collect and take to the lawyers.


Graves: ... So that's it?

Ranallo: That's it.


On that pleasant note, Edge and O'Reilly both stand up. At first, they go to embrace as a sign of good will, but decide against it because of the ink. A handshake is nixed for the same reason. Thumbs up's and bows are traded as a compromise. They both offer one another the honour of leaving first and call for the other man's song to be played on the PA's in a real "no you hang up first" kinda moment until...



The good mood everyone was in turns sour as the last music they want to hear hits. Sami Zayn comes walking out on stage with La Luchadora, El Generico and Will Ospreay in tow.



Sami Zayn: Oh isn't this cute. Just two scumbag buddies having a grand old time. It wasn't that long ago you people were cheering for me as I whooped 3 of the 4 people in that ring in the main event of my first pay per view but hey, I don't expect you guys to have a solid memory.

I actually quite done with the two of you. I embarrassed Edge at Backlash and I can't even remember how many times I've beaten Kyle O'Reilly so I was bound to lose one of these days. Just didn't expect it would be because of Young Willy but I digress.

Ospreay gives Sami a look but he doesn't notice it.

Sami Zayn: The problem is, you guys are acting like you're better than everyone else just because you won some matches. The only reason Edge won his first match was because Generico went against my orders and costs Orange Cassidy the match. You two should actually be thanking us for letting you get to the main event of Final Battle. Both your careers were on a downward trajectory before we revitalized them. I think if you were really the stand up people you say you are, you'd go ahead and allow myself and Young Willy your spots in the finals of the King of the Ring.

Everyone hates that.

Sami Zayn: No one wants to watch two past their prime dudes "fight". They want a pure wrestling match the likes only myself and Young Willy can give them. They'll be chanting "This is Awesome" before we even touch. But I know you two will never agree to it so I'm going to make sure it happens one way or another. I've spoken with EC3 and next week, you'll have to prove just how tough you really are. Lets see if you even make it to Final Battle.

Zayn drops the mic looking very pleased with himself. The 4 in the ring though look like they couldn't care less. They kinda just ignore Zayn and go back to trying to figure out who's music plays as the show moves on.




The titantron cuts to Renee Young standing backstage in the UWF interview space. She looks to the camera and speaks.







Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me here tonight after his shock return last week, Samoa Joe.



A smug looking Joe would walk onto screen as the crowd boos.



Renee Young: Well Joe i’d say welcome back but you already made your presence known last week when you interrupted Spike vs Edge in what many are saying is a match for the ages. Why did you come out then?



Taking the mic from Renee, Joe would think for a second and then talk.



Samoa Joe: Well first off Renee, thank you for welcoming me back. Thats why you’re good at your job, always make sure to get the pleasantries in and that's the sign of a professional but I'll answer your question, the reason I came out last week during Spike vs Edge is simple: I wanted to. You see I knew Spike would be riding high after, lets face it, a fluke one over me and I didn’t want him to forget that our business wasn’t over.



As you all saw at Backlash, I dominated Spike for the whole match and he got lucky enough to catch me off guard for a split second and take advantage, we all know that match was going my way, Spike might paint a different picture but we all know if we were to face again, when we face again, i’ll get my hand raised this time as the rightful victor and it won’t be off some fluke, it’ll be after putting Spike through hell.







A serious look would have crossed Joe’s face, Renee being taken back slightly but she would continue.



Renee Young: Well fluke or not, Spike still beat you at Backlash and last week like I said, you interrupted the match and as we all saw someone took advantage of that to attack Spike and cost him the match, now do you know anything about that?



A smug smirk would cross Joe’s face.



Samoa Joe: You know Renee, I could act really coy and pretend that I don’t know what you’re talking about but that’s not me. Yeah I know exactly who attacked Spike and lets just say they were one of those friends I reconnected with on my time off. Everyone knows that I know who it is and what's great is: no one is going to do a thing about it. It's the nature of this business. You make allies and enemies but once again if anyone has issues about how I conduct business, doors open.



Renee would nod, seemingly impressed that Joe owned up.



Renee Young: Well good to see people still have a spine in this industry. Finally I wanted to get your thoughts on your opponent tonight: Vinny Marseglia. In the week leading up to this it seemed you didn’t look at him as much of a threat despite his reputation as the “Horror King”



Joe would chuckle slightly at the mention of Vinnys nickname.



Samoa Joe: “The Horror King” i’m sorry but i’ve been wanting to say this for a while, is it just me or does “The Horror King” sound like the nickname that edgy kid gives himself in highschool to make himself sound like a threat to the other kids. Seriously, everyone has been telling me “Don’t overlook Vinny, he’s a threat”. I’ve faced threats in the past and Vinny isn’t one of them.



He prides himself on the “psychological” games he plays against his opponents but all he’s done so far is film a little video in the desert. I’ve faced some of the best people in psychological warfare in this industry and I pride my abilities in it. Vinny might be able to mess with some people but i’m not one of them and after tonight, i’m sending him back to the Asylum in a straightjacket and throwing away the key. See you later Renee.







With that Joe would stride off, leaving Renee by herself.



Renee Young: Well as usual, the overconfident “Samoan Submission Machine” goes into tonight not seeing his opponent as a threat. Will Vinny make him reconsider that or will Joe overcome the “Horror King”. For UWF i’ve been Renee Young.



The titantron would cut from Renee.




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



As the Godzilla trumpets play, the Samoan Submission machine makes his entrance, towel round his neck he strides confidently down to the ring as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos at his mere prescence

Chimel: Introducing first, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 260lbs, from Orange County, The Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe



As Joe makes it to the ring, he rolls in and stands up, in one fluid motion he throws the towel to the outside as he lifts his signature finger taunt, making his way to the corner he leans back and cracks his neck, waiting for his next victim.

”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW DOWWNNN!!!”



The raucous crowd erupt into cheers at the sound of those words as, “Bow Down” by I Prevail plays throughout the arena. It isn’t long before the, “Horror King” himself makes his presence felt as he appears from behind the curtain with axe in hand and starts making his way down the ramp.

Chimel: And his opponent, from Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”, Vinny Marseglia!

As Vinny enters the ring, he ascends the nearest turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air. After being greeted with more cheers, he steps down and points his signature axe at the stage as he gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony heads out of the ring and after ensuring both men are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


When the bell sounds off the two competitors march straight towards the middle of the ring, both eager to mark their territory and stand their ground in the face of some serious competition. Whatever reservations some of the UWF Universe may still have about getting behind the Horror King - and despite the absolute vitriol they hold towards the Samoan Submission Machine - the fans are on the edges of their seats and buzzing as the two former world champs go head-to-head in the center of the squared circle.

Locking up collar-and-elbow, the initial power struggle doesn't last long when the more-powerful Joe is forced to shove Vinny back to stave off an attempted transition into a side-headlock.

Marseglia tries to catch his opponent off guard by leaping up to hit a dropkick. Joe scouts it and swats the attack away. Vinny lands on the canvas and scrambles right back to his feet, then lays into Joe with right hand after right hand trying to budge the larger man. The Samoan Submission Machine barely reacts as the punches land, straight no-selling the strikes. Finally he reacts - by throwing out a palm in a hard strike to Vinny's chest that sends him staggering away. Marseglia comes back in to continue his assault, but Joe responds with a backhand to the face that has Vinny reeling, then lays into him with a combination of strikes that drive him back into the corner. Joe takes a few steps away and throws up his hand-signals, then charges back in to hit a CCS before spinning out into an enzuigiri! The fans boo as Vinny falls into a slump in the corner and Joe thumps his chest, then drags Vinny out of the corner to hook the leg - except the Horror King might have been faking it a bit as he springs back to life and steals a quick roll-up! The Referee drops down to count it...



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Joe pushes him off in time to break the count!


Phillips: Vinny almost caught Samoe Joe there!

Ranallo: Yes, with a twist on a sequence reminiscent of their last one-on-one encounter way back on Resistance nearly five years ago now. If memory serves, Marseglia scored a rare victory over the reigning International Champion that night.

Phillips: Samoa Joe is a man who learns from his mistakes, though, Mauro. And he isn't quick to forgive or forget, as we saw was the case with Spike Dudley last week. All indications are that Marseglia's lost a step since he left while the Samoan Submission Machine is looking to cut a war path through the whole roster this summer, just like he did on the purple brand back in the day.


Vinny finally gets that headlock he was looking for earlier but isn't able to keep his foe grounded for long. Like a grouchy bear waking from a winter hibernation, the Polynesian heavyweight stirs, stands, shakes of the cobwebs and gets right back to work. A back elbow gets Marseglia off of him. The Horror King spins like a top then Joe grabs him from behind to hit a stunning German suplex.

Tumbling head over heels, Vinny rolls until he lands seated against the corner again. Rather than endeavor to drag him away again, this time Joe charges in and blasts him across the face with a Mafia Kick! The cameraman on the floor is right there to catch a great close-up of the brutal connection - the feed is shown up on the big screen an elicits a queasy response from the crowd when a mouthful of blood is shot out of Vinny's mug. The Horror King looks like he's actually smiling when it happens.


Graves: Nice shot by Joe with the running boot, there.

Phillips: He's the first to draw blood, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say that Vinny is enjoying this.


Joe bends down, grabs and lifts his opponent, then props him up in that same corner. With Marseglia's arms draped over the intersecting top ropes, the Samoa tees off, landing a series of proficient jabs to soften him up. Once he's had his fill of that, Joe brings Vinny down the canvas with a snapmare. He follows that with a combination - a chop across the back, a football kick to the chest, and finally, a jumping knee drop!

With that crushing punctuation mark, he tries for a cover...



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But Vinny kicks out at two!


Ranallo: Aside from that roll-up by Vinny, this match has been all Joe thus far.

Graves: Marseglia can blame coming up short in his return on Bray Wyatt until he's blue in the face - what happens when Joe beats him clean as a sheet tonight? Not to say that just anyone could stand a chance against the Samoan Submission Machine, but I think we can safely say that this isn't the same Vinny Marseglia the UWF Universe once knew and feared.


Corey's jumping the gun a bit there, and Vinny proves it asap.

As Joe pulls him up to a vertical base again, Marseglia backs him off with a wicked European Uppercut. It lands so flush that the Samoan's eyes roll back, KO'ing him on his feet for a fraction of a second. That's all the time the Horror King needs to capitalize.

Knocking his opponent back a few more paces - and into the ropes - with a standing Pump Kick to his broad chest, Vinny then catches the rebounding heavyweight with an abrupt, jumping DDT, planting him into the mat with a ruthless Jump Scare. Joe's head hits the ring hard. Thinking that could be enough to seal the deal, the former UWF Champ tries for a pin...



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Joe kicks out in time! Marseglia backs away while Joe rolls over, slowly getting back up on to his hands and knees while he attempts to regain his composure. That leaves him wide open to another attack, though. Backing up towards the perimeter of the squared circle to build up some momentum, Vinny then rushes in to hit his version of the Curb Stomp.


Phillips: The Horror King looking to humble Joe with the Bow Down!

Ranallo: But he gets out of the way in time!


Joe pulls his head out of the landing zone an split second before the boot falls. He tumbles away, rolling over backwards as he scrambles to his feet. Marseglia keeps up the chase, except when he runs in this time, Samoa Joe manages to counter with a snap scoop powerslam! Vinny gets spun around like dirty laundry before being driven into the mat. Collapsing on top upon impact, Joe tries for the pin again...



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Vinny's out at one! The crow can't believe it. Neither can Joe.

Despite the tenacity of the early kick out, the former Television Champ is looking a little worse for wear after the slam. He's going nowhere fast, and that gives Joe some much needed time to recuperate. The Samoan takes a quick breather before getting himself back up. After another deep inhale, he pries Vinny off the canvas and hauls him towards the corner, seating him up on the top buckle with little effort given his nigh-inhuman strength.


Graves: All signs pointing towards an incoming Muscle Buster from Samoa Joe - one of the most effective maneuvers not only his arsenal, but in the game today.

Ranallo: No argument from me there, Corey.


Joe starts to tuck all the limbs like you do when do this move, except Vinny ain't going down without a fight. Marseglia pries himself away from the Samoan and then absolutely dummies with with a massive headbutt that dang near KO's Joe again. The former International Champ crashes back down to the mat, landing all sprawled out in prime position for a high-angle Senton Bomb. As it just so happens, Vinny loves doing those.

So, standing tall atop the corner buckle, Vinny shoots a spooky glance towards the heavens as he prepares to launch himself off. The Horror King then comes down hard and fast with Redrum...

But Joe gets his knees up! Marseglia crashes and burns on the shin bones. The impact messes him up bad, but Joe takes some serious damage too. The both of them are left in shambles following the dag nasty collision.


Phillips: Joe just managed to save himself by getting his knees up, but is he in any state to continue?

Ranallo: The Official might have to throw this one out if neither man can continue!


The third man thinks so, too. He's started up a ten count and is about halfway through before anyone shows a sign of life.

It's Samoa Joe who stirs first - which is to say, at all. He gets to a knee, enough to satisfy the Referee of his ability to continue. Vinny just beats the ten count when he finally sits up, but his eyes are glassy and his balance is sus. Joe turns his head, spits, and shoots his opponent a look like he's ready to end this. When he stands up, though, he notices all the eyes in the arena turning towards the ramp, followed by a massive pop.


Phillips: IT'S SPIKE DUDLEY!

Graves: What does that little twerp think he's doing out here?

Ranallo:[/b[ My first guess would be getting some payback for last week.

Graves: He should take that up with the mystery attacker. Joe had nothing to do with that!


The Ultimate Underdog storms down the entrance ramp, stopping just shy of the ring. Joe's full attention is on him as he anticipates a fight with the man who bested him at Backlash. Spike doesn't climb into the ring, though, he just stays on the outside chirping the Samoan, daring him to come get some.

Joe never gets the chance. Before he can make a move, Vinny grabs him from behind, locks in a Dragon Sleeper and nails a vicious Farewell to Flesh on the distracted Samoan! The Official isn't happy about it, but he's obligated to make the count!



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!


Marseglia sits up slow, shakes his head, and then, eventually, stands to have his hand raised. The Horror King doesn't spend long celebrating, however. Even with the crowd cheering all around him and Spike still lingering on the outside, his attention is focused on the hard cam. He's staring straight down the barrel, the expression on his face sending Bray Wyatt a message loud and clear.


Ranallo: Marseglia rebounds in his second match back against a game Samoa Joe -

Graves: Thanks to Spike Dudley!

Phillips: What goes around comes around, Corey. Samoa Joe just got a taste of his own medicine. There's clearly some unfinished business between these two - maybe they can settle the score at Final Battle.

Graves: Yeah you'd like that fa -

Ranallo: No doubt The Horror King has a bone to pick with Bray Wyatt, too, and whatever doubts there were about him not being up to that task must be silenced after this performance.


Vinny leaves the ring, ignoring Spike completely as he passes by. Dudley is leaning on the apron, eyes fixed on the still-dazed Samoa Joe as Revolution roll on!




Silence suddenly strikes as we’re faced with a blackened screen.





What is going on? Someone call up Justin Hawkins because this looks like some Darkness. Bad joke. I know. Who cares? It’s dark, the screen isn’t showing anything, is that too hard to convey? Shit.


Suddenly.


THUNDER.

BUM BUM BUM.


Wailing distortion hits over the PA, this can mean only one thing.





The music of a former thrasher, a former UWF Intercontinental Champion, a former ruler of ASS?????


The riff kicks in and the screen fades up and we see the WARHORSE SCREAMING INTO THE VOID BACKSTAGE FOR ALL TO SEE. TO MASSIVE FAN OVATION.





WARHORSE: IT’S WARHORSE. NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE THIS PIECE OF SHIT AGAIN DID YOU? WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG ASSHOLE, THE WARHORSE IS BACK ON YOUR SCREENS. THIS SUMMER. HOT. EXCLUSIVE. STEAMING. ASS RULING COMING YOUR WAY.


THE WARHORSE CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME THE WARHORSE WAS HERE. WHO FUCKING CARES. THE WARHORSE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENED SINCE THE WARHORSE LEFT. WHO FUCKING CARES. WHAT MATTERS NOW IS THE WARHORSE IS BACK. THE WARHORSE IS THRIVING. THE WARHORSE IS HERE TO KISS YOUR GRANNY AND SEND HER HOME WITH WARHORSE SPECIAL SAUCE IF YOU GET WHAT THE WARHORSE IS SAYING.


THE WARHORSE SIGHS AS THIS WAS A SHIT THING TO SAY 11 SENTENCES BACK INTO THE UWF.


BUT THE WARHORSE IS HERE NOW. THAT’S WHAT’S GOOD. I HAD TO LOOK UP AND DOWN THIS CARD TWICE TO SEE IF THE WARHORSE WAS BLIND SINCE VINNY MARSEGLIA IS ALIVE. AGAIN? AND NICE TO SEE THAT JOE HASN’T HAD A CARDIAC ARREST FROM RUNNING FOR FLIGHTS BECAUSE HE WAS TOO BUSY IN THE DUNKIN.


PRIME TIME MEDAL MATCH TOO, REMEMBER THAT STEAMING PILE OF DOGSHIT? SHEESH. FIGHTING FOR IT IS ORANGE CASSIDY, AND THIS FUCKER CALLED THE SHARK? WHERE ARE YOU FINDING THESE JOBBERS ETHAN. I DO WONDER. THE SHARK SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING YOU SEE BILLED AT SEA LIFE AS THE MAIN ATTRACTION. “THE” SHARK, DUMB AS SHIT. WHO KNOWS WHO’LL WIN THAT. BOY AM I EXCITED.


WHO AM I KIDDING, OF COURSE IT’S VALUABLE, VALUABLE IN THE CHANCE YOU’LL PROBABLY JUST BE WALKING STRAIGHT OVER THAT CURRENT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMP MJF, SINCE AT THE END OF THE DAY THAT’S A WALK IN THE PARK IF YOU ASK THE WARHORSE. A NICE BREEZE IN YOUR HAIR, THINKING ABOUT PERSONAL ISSUES. SINCE DAMN, THE PRESTIGE OF THAT BELT TOOK A NOSE DIVE STRAIGHT AFTER IT LEFT THE HANDS OF THE WARHORSE.


YOU KNOW THE WARHORSE AIN’T LYING. I’LL BE WATCHING IT THOUGH. MAINLY FOR THE SAME REASON PEOPLE WATCH SHARKNADO, BUT NEVERTHELESS.


WHO KNOWS WHEN THE WARHORSE WILL WALTZ THROUGH THOSE ROPES. TO RULE ASS THOUGH IS A CERTAINTY, THE WARHORSE IS SURE AS SHIT ABOUT THAT ONE BROTHER.





The feed cuts harshly as we’re back to regularly scheduled programming.






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

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

"Leyton Buzzard."

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



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



The opening bells of the New York Stock Exchange ring throughout the arena, as "Longhorn" blares loudly, signaling the arrival of The Wrestling God. The crowd in the arena is quick to break out into a chorus of boo's, showing their disdain for John "Bradshaw" Layfield. As the lights flicker between gold and green and the camera pans around the crowd, we see JBL's trademark limousine, complete with longhorns on the hood, push through the stage curtains and pull up to the side of the Revolution stage. As the limo comes to a stop, the driver hurries out of the front seat, and rushes towards the back seat door, which has been emblazoned with JBL's logo. The driver opens the door and out steps "The One Man Conglomerate" with a huge smile on his face. Layfield is wearing his ring jacket with a towel tucked in and wrapped around his neck, and his white cowboy hat. He looks around the arena and removes his hat, waving it at the crowd as he makes his way towards the stage.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighting in at 290 pounds, from New York City - John "Bradshaw" Layfield - JBL!

Layfield walks down the ramp and waves his hat around towards the crowd, completely oblivious to how much these fans detest him. Layfield trots down the ramp, before he stops and looks at a fan at ringside with a look of disgust on his face. He scoffs and smirks as he walks down the ramp and up the stairs into the ring. He stops and removes his hat again, and throws his arms out, which draws a big reaction from an irate crowd. Layfield enters the ring, and places his hat back on his head, while he walks over to the turnbuckle. He pulls himself up to the top rope and again removes his hat and waves his arms out to his side, drawing another huge chorus of boo's from the crowd. JBL hops down and finally begins to focus his attention to the match at hand.

VS


DING DING DING


JBL looks across the ring at this 160 pound soaking wet kid and doesn't seem to think much of him. Buzzard walks up to him and demands he show him some respect. JBL laughs him off and decks him right in the face! He starts kicking the downed Buzzard who rolls away to the corner. Layfield grabs him and brings him to his feet. He gets him in a headlock and rubs his forehead against the ropes before throwing him to the side. Buzzard has a big red mark on his forehead from the rope burn and JBL comes over and gives him a few clubbing blows to his back. He picks him up and goes for a Fallaway Slam but Buzzard flies over and lands on his feet. JBL turns around but eats an Enzuigiri and goes stumbling into the corner. Buzzard runs over and hits a Shotgun Dropkick causing JBL to roll to the center of the ring. Buzzard goes up top and waits as the One Man Conglomerate gets to his feet only to eat a Meteroa! Buzzard makes the pi!



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JBL kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like JBL may have underestimated Leyton Buzzard here tonight.

Corey Graves: You look at the guy and it's hard not to but he's racked up some big wins in recent months.


Buzzard waits as JBL gets to his feet. He runs past him and springboards off the middle rope for Air Leyton but JBL clobbers him in the back of the head with the Clothesline From Hell! Buzzard gets laid out but JBL isn't happy. He picks him back up right away and then runs to the ropes to connects with a second Clothesline From Hell, this time turning Buzzard inside out! He puts a forearm in his face as he makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, John Bradshaw Layfield!



JBL kicks Buzzard out of the ring and gets handed his title. He welcomes all challengers as the show moves on.




The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia sitting close to the camera as he looks into it while speaking.



Vinny Marseglia: Hello Bray. Tell me, did it hurt your feelings to only be mentioned briefly last week? Did you think that I didn’t want to play as badly as you do or that I didn’t want to play at all anymore? Well you’ve got it all wrong, Bray! You see this smile on my face? You see this look in my eyes? This is different from the usual twisted smile that appears and this isn’t the usual fire that burns in my gaze, and that’s because of my anticipation regarding us playing together some more. It’s not often someone like you comes along and gives me more to have fun with than the mind to break down and the body to carve up. You’ve got split personality and puppets and a Funhouse and Alexa and man, so much more in the bag I’m sure.

As for last week’s surprise, well, I’ve got some surprises of my own in store for you and trust me, you’re going to love them.

Vinny continues to smile into the camera as Revolution continues elsewhere.




{{The scenes open with the camera circling the arena, the camera shows the fans jumping
around waving their banners as the camera show them, suddenly Rey Mysterio



UWF Universe Chants Welcome back, Welcome back Welcome back Welcome back!
Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: it feels good to be back here in UWF.

Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: ever since I was away I saw my dear old friend of mine Mr Latino Heat himself Eddie Guerrero. he got married to a beautiful woman right here in UWF and her name is Eve Guerrero Torres. and Like to congrats to my best friend Familia friend Eddie Guerrero so without further will do allow me to introduce to you all to my best friend my familia Eddie Guerrero.

Lie, Cheat & Steal hit's

(when Eddie comes out with his lowrider and drives it down the ramp and flip the switches onto his lowrider and stops it and exits out of the lowrider and gets inside of the ring and hops on the top rope and holler shakes his shoulder and climbs down and hugs his best friend Rey and the ring announcer hands Latino Heat a Microphone to speak with the UWF Universe)

Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: it's nice to see you again Holmes but on there further note I had a terrible lost a couple months ago I lost my Fatal four way at Wrestle Mania and I also lost at backlash to The Scottish Warrior Drew McIntyre. but enough of that Holmes what's on your mind and why did you return back to UWF Essay.



Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: I returned back to UWF that you might need my help to take out these new factions of Bradshaw Layfield, and Cash Wheeler and Dax Hardwood and The Mafia in Sami and El Generico in La Luchadora all three of them will be taken down if you and I form a group together just the three of us you me and your Wife Eve Guerrero Torres we could take those singles Championship away from Trevor Lee as the UWF Champion and you can fight for the TV Championship so how about it Essay you and me and Eve reunite as The new LWO next week on Revolution.

UWF Chants LWO, LWO LWO LWO LWO!

Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: you know what Holmes you actually have a serious point right there why not bring back The new LWO that I started from the bottom and I have you joined my LWO so why not lets you and I reunite with The New LWO right here next week on UWF.

Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: you're serious about this Eddie. what about your wife Eve is she apart of this new LWO business as well cause if she's in then count me in as well Holmes so let the two of us join your New LWO for UWF next week on Revolution.
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: then it's official Essay you and me and my beautiful Wife of mine Eve will join force as the new LWO starting next week right here on UWF network.


Master of The Six one Nine|Rey Mysterio: and if the three of us are gonna bring back the New LWO then we need new LWO shirts and that's why I brought these instead of those old LWO shirts So do you like those new LWO shirts Eddie.
{Eddie stares as the new LWO logo those shirts that his best friend Rey have made for him and his Wife Eve to reunite as the new LWO for UWF}
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: I love them Essay let's show these UWF Superstars what the new LWO is made of cause I can't stand a chance of losing to anyone else in specially that Scottish Warrior Drew McIntyre who beaten my ass at Backlash in now that The LWO is finally back we're gonna pair up as tag team you and me verses Drew McIntyre and his partner of his choosing on Revolution.

Master of The Six One Nine|Rey Mysterio: I think we can give it a try I guess Eddie. but just to make sure you and I are gonna win this tag team match in two weeks to earn ourselves an UWF Singles Championship at the next Event of UWF network on Revolution.

Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: We're The L.W.O Latino World Order is coming to take over UWF Viva La Raza.

The LWO new theme hit's

[Eddie and Rey hug it out and climbs on the top rope and poses there signature and gets down and Latino Heat tells his friend Rey to hop into his lowrider Eddie backs up his lowrider him and Rides back to the backstage and be prepare for there new LWO returns in two weeks at Revolution]




As there’s a break in the action, things cut away to pitch black when suddenly, a light comes on revealing Alexa Bliss tied up in a chair with her mouth bound as well. As she struggles to get free and muffled sounds are heard, a familiar voice is then heard.

Vinny Marseglia: Aleeexxxaaa. Aleeexxxaaa. Hahaha! I told Bray I had a surprise for him and well, here it is! You think he’s going to like it? I do because we’re about to have all sorts of fun!

Vinny laughs as there’s a concerned look in the eyes of Alexa.

Vinny Marseglia: For starters, have you noticed what has you bound in that chair? It’s razorwire! So the more you struggle, the more you’re going to slash yourself to pieces but there’s a way out, Alexa.

Vinny suddenly appears behind her.

Vinny Marseglia: Acknowledge me as your, “Horror King”.

Alexa says something muffled.

Vinny Marseglia: I’m sorry, I can’t seem to understand you. Say again?

Alexa speaks again with more volume and urgency about her.

Vinny Marseglia: I still can’t…oh that’s right, you’re gagged! Oh well, I guess let the games continue!

Vinny vanishes into the darkness laughing as Revolution continues elsewhere.




DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Prime Time Medal! Introducing first…

DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE SHARK IS COOKING?





The crowd begin to boo almost immediately as the now familiar voice is heard over the PA system. 'Deepest Bluest' by LL Cool J begins to play over the PA system and before long The Shark makes his way out onto the stage to a loud, mostly negative reaction. The Shark looks out at the crowd with a look of disgust for a short moment, he raises one eyebrow before he begins to swagger down to the ring. The Shark pays no attention to the crowds booing as he reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops to soak it all in before he climbs the ring steps and onto the apron. The Shark then walks along the apron and up onto the top rope where he stands atop the top turnbuckle and once again bathes in the reaction he receives from the crowd.

Tony Chimel: Introducing, now residing in Cocoa Beach, Florida... weighing in at 205 pounds, The Shark!

The Shark steps down into the ring and looks around at the crowd, once again raising his eyebrow before he takes off his sunglasses and shirt and hands it to a ringside worker awaiting his the sound of the bell.


Tony Chimel: And the opponent…



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



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

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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, both men walk towards one another and stop in the center of the ring. The Shark looks O.C. up and down and doesn’t seem very impressed judging by the look of disgust on his face. Cassidy responds to this with an unbothered shrug and then raises his arms, his hands facing downward as the crowd cheers but as Orange goes to put them in his pockets, The Shark grabs his wrists and forces his arms upward but as this occurs, Cassidy connects with a Headbutt that stuns The Shark and then follows through with putting his hands in his pockets to more uproarious applause from the capacity crowd. The Shark open hand slaps Orange across the left side of the face now, then tags him again and again and one more time for good measure. As he goes for a fifth strike, he looks at his hand first and then goes to pop Cassidy with a little extra tartar sauce but Orange falls onto his back to avoid it, then kips up after Shark is finished with the attempted follow through.

The two competitors pivot so that they’re facing each other again as Orange, hands still firmly in his pockets, walks over to The Shark and taps the side of his leg lightly with his foot as the crowd goes, “Oh!”. Cassidy repeats this but with the other foot connecting with the side of The Shark’s other leg. As he continues to alternate and the crowd continues to vocally participate, it can be seen The Shark is quickly running out of patience as he stomps on the foot of his opponent and then does an Arm Drag with what he can grab of Cassidy’s still secured arm. Orange lands in a seated position as Shark forces the arm upward out of the pocket and straightens it out, then seizes it and starts biting the flesh of his opponent.

Tom Phillips: What we’re seeing is desperation, gentlemen.

Mauro Ranallo: I would have to agree.

Corey Graves: Old habits die hard, but at the same time, it’s effective so why fix what isn’t broken?

Cassidy removes his other hand from his pocket and punches The Shark a few times in the head until he eventually backs off, then as the two get to a vertical base, Cassidy unloads with a Discus Elbow to the mouth that has The Shark really reeling for a moment. As The Shark holds his injured mouth, he backs up into the ropes as Orange charges slightly and takes himself and Shark over the top rope and tumbling to the outside floor. As the fans cheer, Orange stands up and gives his trademark half thumbs up to them before returning his hands up his pockets as he starts stomping on The Shark with the same force and enthusiasm as the earlier kicks to the legs.

The Shark swings his own legs around in an attempt to trip up his opponent but O.C. leaps over them like he’s jumping rope as The Shark swings back the other way but again, Cassidy jumps his legs. The Shark gets up to his feet quickly, landing a hard right to the face that bends the center of Orange’s sunglasses on contact as the fans, “Ohhhh!” and then start a, “You fucked up!” chant as Orange slowly removes his hands from his pockets and then gets into a fighting stance. The Shark looks concerned until O.C. takes the fighting stance, then starts laughing until Orange, in one quick motion, flings the sunglasses from his face, The Shark instinctively swatting them away but unknowingly opening himself up for a punch to the throat.

Tom Phillips: I’d say he was asking for that.

Mauro Ranallo: I know Cassidy represents a different fruit but a strike like that could quickly turn The Shark’s Adam’s Apple into applesauce.

Corey Graves: You think Mott’s is going to sponsor you? Is that why I have to listen to you make wisecracks about The Shark like that?

As The Shark holds his throat, Cassidy grabs him and whips him towards the ring apron, rolling him into the ring after he makes contact before entering it himself. As Cassidy gets to a vertical base first, he looks down at The Shark still holding his throat and coughing as he grabs Shark but as he does, The Shark brings his arm up between Orange’s legs and delivers a low blow right to the nectarines. As the fans boo this passionately, The Shark positions his arm as well as Cassidy’s and hoists him up and plants him with the Shark Bite. The Shark goes for the cover.

ONE!



TWO!



THRE…NO!

At the last possible millisecond, O.C. gets the shoulder up to the relief of the fans. The Shark, however, isn’t taking this lying down as he gets to his feet and stands at Cassidy’s head, running into the ropes as everyone knows what he’s going for but as he comes off the ropes, Orange springs off the mat and blasts him with an Orange Punch! As The Shark hits the mat, Orange goes for the cover but Shark rolls out of the way before he can get covered and rolls out under the bottom rope to his feet.

Corey Graves: Great ring awareness from The Shark!

Tom Phillips: What very well could’ve been the close of the contest gets avoided by the challenger. Credit where credit’s due on that one.

Mauro Ranallo: The question is, how much time did The Shark buy himself?

As The Shark takes a breather he taunts several nearby fans before turning to re-enter the ring but as he does, Cassidy comes through the ropes and brings him down with a Suicide Dive! As Cassidy returns to his feet, the crowd cheers as Orange leans down and grabs The Shark, leading him to a vertical base before grabbing him by the back of the head and charging towards the nearest ring post and driving The Shark’s money maker directly into it. The Shark falls to the ground and is scooting away from Cassidy who is in pursuit, even scrambling around the barricade and hiding behind the timekeeper. Orange goes after Shark as Shark pops around to the other side of the timekeeper, Cassidy cocking back and going for an Orange Punch but The Shark grabs the ring bell and blocks with it.

Orange holds his hand and tries to shake off the pain as The Shark leaps from where he’s positioned and brings Orange down with a Bulldog. The Shark then slides into the ring as the referee starts counting O.C. out.

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!



FOUR!

Orange gets up to his knees as he’s visibly still feeling a lot of pain in his hand.

FIVE!



SIX!

Orange gets to his feet and shakes off the daze from the Bulldog.

SEVEN!

Orange moves with urgency as he leaps onto the apron but as he does, The Shark catches him with a thumb to the eye and then grabs him, pivoting and dragging Orange over the ropes as he goes for another Shark Bite but Orange reverses into a DDT on the way down and The Shark’s head gets spiked into the mat. Orange rolls Shark over and covers him.

ONE!



TWO!



THRE…NO!

Just like O.C. earlier, The Shark gets the shoulder up at the last possible moment. Cassidy and the capacity crowd pulling for him are all beside themselves as Cassidy sits up, the disbelief written all over him as The Shark lies there with a smile.

Tom Phillips: An impressive reversal from Orange Cassidy but it still wasn’t enough to put The Shark away!

Mauro Ranallo: What’s it going to take?

Corey Graves: That’s an important question, Mauro, and a just as important follow-up is does Orange Cassidy have whatever it’s going to take?

The Shark kips up again and takes a bow as the fans boo him. As Cassidy gets to his feet to continue the fight, The Shark lands a hard right. Cassidy returns fire with a hard right of his own as the men exchange punches like this for a moment, the fans going, “Yay!” with each O.C. punch and, “Boo!” with each Shark punch. As The Shark goes for a fifth punch, Cassidy suddenly sidesteps and punches Shark in his left arm. Shark turns and throws another attempted right but Orange falls to his knees to duck it as he throws a straight punch to the stomach of his opponent. As Shark hunches over, Cassidy returns to his feet and puts Shark’s head between his legs, quickly launching into and connecting with a Canadian Destroyer. The way The Shark lands, he pops off the mat and staggers backward into the nearest corner as Orange charges him but The Shark gets his leg up and Orange ends up running face first into his boot.

As Cassidy staggers backward, The Shark pursues him and goes low, hoisting him up as he turns and plants the Prime Time Medal holder with a Spinebuster. The fans boo as The Shark goes and stands at the head of O.C. now before he takes off into the ropes. As Shark comes off the ropes and goes for the elbow, Cassidy rolls out of the way and Shark hits nothing but mat. As he rises up holding his elbow in pain, Cassidy slips behind him and delivers an Edge O’Matic, hooking the legs and folding Shark up for the pin attempt.

ONE!


TWO!


THRE…NO!

The Shark kicks out and remains in the match. As Shark gets up, he taunts the booing crowd as Cassidy sits there looking disheveled.

Tom Phillips: The Shark proving why he’s a former UWF Champion here.

Mauro Ranallo: I think he’s only kept himself alive in this one to jaw jack with the fans.

Corey Graves: You know you just complimented him, right?

As Shark continues to mouth off at the fans, Cassidy gets mad now and sneaks up behind him, rolling him up with a Schoolboy.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and STILL the Prime Time Medal holder, Orange Cassidy!



The Shark is the one that looks beside himself now as Cassidy is handed the medal.

Tom Phillips: Was it anticlimactic? In a way.

Mauro Ranallo: Not as satisfying as it was to see The Shark succumb to his own hubris.

Corey Graves: I demand that pin be thrown out!

As O.C. celebrates his win in his own way, Revolution continues.




Back from a commercial break and the cameras open up away from the arena at the UWF Power Performance Factory Plant Center, where the potential stars of tomorrow are sent to hone their craft in the hopes of one day making it to the big time. As the frame focuses on one of the many practice rings where eight trainees are paired up and attempting to perfect perfecting collar and elbow tie ups, they are suddenly called to attention by the sound of a whistle and an authoritative voice.

??: Ten-hut!

In the flashest of flashes, the trainees break off their respective holds and immediately go to line up on one side of the ring. As one of the head trainers makes his way into the squared circle, the trainees begin to chat with one another which unsurprisingly doesn’t go down too well with the man barking the orders.



Sgt Slaughter: Eyes front, maggots!

Not wanting to face the wrath of their old school trainer, the men cease conversing and keep their heads and eyes facing ahead as an additional head trainer enters through the ropes to address them.



Drew Gulak: Thank you Sarge... Gentlemen, you’ve all been putting quite a bit of work in over the past number of months, however I can’t help but notice that certain expected standards that you were briefed on in the beginning of this journey appear to have slipped quite considerably in more recent times. Do you all think that now you’re all nicely settled in here that suddenly entitles you to a free ride in a fancy car every day, huh?

Sgt Slaughter: It’s time to toughen up! This ain’t no damn girl scout’s camp!

Drew Gulak: Precisely! Therefore in order to address this matter of concern, I have liaised with EC3 and arranged for a current member of the UWF Revolution roster to pay us a visit today in order to provide some additional influence to help us get you back on track.

The eyes of the trainees appear to light up with excitement and anticipation. Who has Coach Gulak called in? Trevor Lee? Edge? Vinny Marseglia?...

Drew Gulak: So without further ado, allow me to introduce you all to the man who returned to the UWF fold earlier this year and has been literally tearing it up ever since. Please welcome, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre…

Just as the trainees were about to welcome their special guest with a round of applause, not a single clap is made and at least a couple of their jaws drop in shock horror as the commanding figure of Drew McIntyre walks out and heads for the practice ring.

Sgt Slaughter: Ha! Ha! Ha!!!

It seems that Coach Slaughter is the only one enjoying himself at present as McIntyre hops up onto the apron and enters via the middle rope. After respectfully shaking hands with Slaughter and Gulak, he turns to face the eight trainees and gives them nothing but a cold glare, a prime indicator that he is far from impressed by what the future of the UWF could potentially turn out to be.



Drew McIntyre: This it, huh? This is what the future of the wrestling business is going to look like? A mixed bag of scrawny newts that have spent a year or two on the independent scene and think that’s enough to qualify for a ticket to the big leagues, and some failed athletes from other sports who weren’t good enough for their first choice of career and thought they’d try their luck at falling back on sloppy seconds instead. You’ll forgive me for not shaking in my boots at present, it’s just that I’ve been more scared by the sight of the locker room toilet after Grado’s had takeout food than I am of all of you right now.

Finding some amusement in Drew’s analogy, one of the trainees appears to snigger, which catches the attention of the Scotsman and the other trainers, all who don’t look best pleased.

Drew McIntyre: You think that’s funny? You think I’m here to spend the day making jokes and amusing you. huh?...

Realising that it’s no laughing matter, the trainee nervously keeps his head down in the hopes that McIntyre will move on, which he does, but only after a few intense seconds of quietly staring at the foolish trainee.

Drew McIntyre: The only joke here is all of you, stood there with your tails tucked between your legs, kidding yourselves into thinking that you have what it takes to reach my level and tear it up every week on the prime-time show. You see unlike most of you, this career path was the one that I sought from early childhood and required all of my strength and determination in order to help me achieve it. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs in that time, and I’ve been chewed up and spat out by this industry on more occasions than I care to admit, but the fact that I am still here today with that same level of determination to succeed is because I refuse to back down and be beaten by the system, because deep down I know that I am better than it. Can any of you say the same? Those of you that have wrestled before frankly wouldn’t know real hardship if it came up to you, introduced itself and then slapped you in the face. And as for the football and basketball rejects, well you’ve already given up haven’t you? Because if you hadn’t then you’d be off somewhere else right now training to reach the Superbowl or the Playoffs instead of trying to infect the business that I love with your aura of failure.

Sgt Slaughter: Damn right!

Drew McIntyre: But now that we’ve got the hard truths out of the way, there’s really nothing else that I have to add other than the question of who’s gonna step up and try to prove me wrong? Talk only gets you so far, hard actions are the real difference maker around these parts. So please, someone try and set yourself apart from the flawed pack, march right on up and look me dead in the eye and show me that you maybe stand even a glimmer of a chance of making it here…

As Drew puts out the challenge for any one of the trainees to square up to him, they all look across at each other with the shared look of concern on their faces. A good twenty seconds pass by and nobody has put themselves forward, but just as McIntyre looks set to verbally berate them again for failing to step up, one trainee reluctantly walks forward and engages the Scotsman in a stare off. McIntyre’s cold look of anger greets the trainee, but slowly begins to change into a confident looking smile. Could it be that The Destroyer is actually impressed that someone had the guts to adhere to his bold request? Even the trainers appear pleasantly surprised, with it looking like the decision to bring in the Revolution superstar is already having the desired effect on the recruits. But before the slightly more confident trainee can say or do anything else, McIntyre levels him with a vicious Glasgow Kiss, which draws shocked gasps from the other trainees and all of the trainers bar one.

Sgt Slaughter: Ha! Right in the money maker!

With nobody knowing what to do, McIntyre looks over the fallen trainee who is clearly seeing stars before flying across the ring to grab at one of the others and launching him over the top rope to the hard floor. Realising that they are all now at serious risk of harm, the remaining trainees attempt to flee the ring. But in the chaos, McIntyre kicks another one to the mat before grabbing at one more and locking them in to hit them with the Futureshock DDT. Concerned that the situation has gotten out of control, Gulak summons a nearby staff member, whilst Slaughter continues to watch on with a sense of amusement.

Drew Gulak: Get the medical trainers out here, now!

Sgt Slaughter: Medic!

As the trainee who was kicked to the mat slowly rises back to his feet, no sooner is he back down again as McIntyre flies in with a Claymore kick. Realising that it’s the same trainee that sniggered at his comments from earlier and clearly not content with leaving things there, McIntyre drops down and puts the helpless young upstart in the Iron Maiden submission lock. Feeling an obligation to intervene, Gulak and some nearby staff members rush in to try and break the lock, finally succeeding after thirty seconds or so. As McIntyre rises back to his feet and the staff members disperse, Slaughter walks across and looks down at the broken and almost lifeless trainee on the mat.

Sgt Slaughter: Yep. That maggot’s done!

With the situation now cooling off, McIntyre recomposes himself and prepares to leave the ring, but not before issuing some parting words for Gulak.

Drew McIntyre: That the sort of thing you were after?...

Gulak has no words for McIntyre and seemingly shakes his head in disbelief as the Scotsman exits just as the medical trainers arrive on the scene. With the checks on the trainees now underway, Gulak pulls his cell phone out of his pocket in order to make a call.

Drew Gulak: Hi, Mr Carter?... Yeah, it went down pretty much as expected I’m afraid…

As Gulak continues conversing on the phone, the camera fades out for the next commercial break to begin.




As there’s another break in the action, things return to where Vinny has Alexa Bliss, this time with her head in the reverse bear trap from the Saw movies. As she opens her eyes and sees the contraption on her, she begins to scream as Vinny’s voice is again heard.

Vinny Marseglia: Careful now, Lexi, any sudden movements and your head ends up like a smashed watermelon! Tell me, since you’re here, what is it that Bray’s afraid of, hmm? I imagine it’s the idea of his precious little Blissy Wissy having even the slightest hair on her head moved out of place and, well, that’s why we’re playing these games. Because while Bray thinks he’s beyond in every applicable sense, he isn’t and I’m going to prove that at your expense. Either way, you lose because if he comes rushing to your rescue, KA-CHUNK! THERE GOES THE BEAR TRAP!

Vinny laughs hysterically.

Vinny Marseglia: And if he doesn’t, well, that’s going to be a fate worse than death realizing that he doesn’t care about you. Aww, poor Lexi. But that’s part of the fun, waiting to find out which it’s gonna be!

Vinny starts mimicking a clock ticking down as Revolution continues elsewhere.






The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Once the opening lyrics are heard, Jamie Hayter steps through the entrance curtain and is met with jeers and boos. She stops on the stage, bends down, and then quickly leans backward while raising her arms. This triggers the pyro, which shoots up through the stage. The camera zooms in on her as she starts sauntering down the entrance while talking shit.

Tony Chimel: "From Southampton, England... JAMIE HAYTER!!!"

Jamie makes it to ringside and stops. She eyes the ring before climbing up onto the apron. She enters the ring and looks to the crowd. She cups her hand around her ear, similarly to Hulk Hogan, and the jeers and boos only intensify. She looks at the crowd with disdain and mockingly applauds as if telling them that's all they should do for her. This only gets the crowd angrier as they continue showering her with boos.



As the sound of metal clashing echoes around the building, “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek starts to play and out from behind the curtain steps Drew McIntyre, ready to get down to business. The Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp and takes a moment to stop and look at the ground, before throwing his head back and beginning his walk towards the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!



As the self-proclaimed Destroyer reaches the end of the ramp, he makes a turn towards the steel ring steps and takes another pause before smacking the top of them with his open right hand, not once, but twice, before climbing them and entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside, McIntyre heads for the opposite turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope in order to perch and observe his outer surroundings for a moment before dropping back down and unclipping his ring coat in order to prepare himself for the upcoming contest.


VS


DING DING DING


Right as the bell rings, Hayter and McIntyre walks to the center of the ring and go chest to chest. Hayter isn't backing down an inch and is jacking her jaws at Drew who just looks around with a smile on her face. Jamie reaches up and pie faces him, pushing him away. The smile fades from Drew's face and he slams his head against hers with the Glasgow Kiss! Jamie gets knocked right out and Drew just looks to the crowd a shrugs. He puts his boot on her chest and raises his fist in the air for the pin.


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Jamie shoves his boot away and rolls to the ropes.


Tom Phillips: A very disrespectful pin from the Scotsman there.

Mauro Ranallo: He's not going to win any matches with a pin like that but he might make Jamie even angrier and that could lead her to make some mistakes.

Corey Graves: Or it could just make her hit harder and she already hits pretty hard.


Drew grabs Jamie by the hair and pulls her up but she starts laying in some shots to the stomach. Drew puts an end to the comeback with just one Knee to the gut. He then lifts her over his head into a Fireman's Carry. He walks with her to the center of the ring and seems top just be toying with her until she starts throwing Elbows to the side of the head. McIntyre is dazed and Hayter brings him down into a DDT! Drew rolls away to the corner but Jamie runs at him full sprint and levels him with a Running Knee Strike! She pulls him away from the ropes and makes the pin.



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McIntyre kicks out! Hayter brings her opponent up and drags him into the corner where she smashes his face into the top turnbuckle over and over again. The ref gets on her for this and she backs away with her hands up, still talking shit to Drew. She comes running back at him but eats a boot to the face that knockers her back a few paces. Drew comes out of the corner ready to tear her head off with a big Lariat but Hayter ducks it and Drew turns around into a Uranage Backbreaker followed by Hangman's Neckbreaker! She makes the pin!



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McIntyre kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Jaime Hayter is putting the UWF on notice here tonight.

Corey Graves: She looked around for the biggest, baddest guy on the block and said, let me fight that one.


Hayter picks Drew from behind and grabs at his arm. She pulls on it for the Ripcord but McIntyre catches the Hayterade and gives her another Glasgow Kiss! She's out on her feet so Drew brings her into an Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex! Hayter is flung across the ring and she rolls to the outside from the sheer impact. Drew decides to exit the ring and give chase but first he comes over to the announce table and removes the protective covering. All 3 announcers quickly get out of the way as he picks up Jaime and brings her over before delivering a Snap Suplex through the table!


Mauro Ranallo: Suplex through the table! Mama Mia!

Corey Graves: Let it be known that The Destroyer doesn't discriminate. If you step in the ring with him, only one thing is guaranteed. Destruction.


McIntyre goes back into the ring and tells the ref to count her out. He listens and does his job.


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Jaime shows no signs of moving but Drew raises his arm up, like he's already won this.


2!


Tom Phillips: It might actually be the smart thing to just stay down.

Mauro Ranallo: If I know Jaime Hayter, the last thing she want to do is lose her debut in a count out.


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There's some movement but she's still got a ways to go.


4!


McIntyre walks over to the ropes and yells at her to stay down.


5!


This seems to awaken something in her, perhaps it just snapped her back to reality but she begins to pick herself up.


6!


Drew can see that she's getting up and decides to take matters into his own hands. He exits the ring and grabs her by the hair and just tosses her into the steel steps! The ref warns McIntyre about a potential disqualification but he picks up Jamie and rolls her back into the ring. He comes in after her and stands in front of her, picking her up only to drive her head into the mat with the Spike Piledriver! He body goes limp and slumps over as Drew makes the pin!



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Hayter kicks out! McIntyre picks her up and hooks both arms in the double underhook. Jaime however rushes forward and drives him back first into the corner where she unloads with Shoulder Thrusts. She then dips down and is able to lift him up onto the top turnbuckle. She goes to go up top with him but he fights back with some punches that knocks her back down. She then jumps up[ and delivers a big European Uppercut that stuns him. Instead of going up with him, she grabs his head and pulls him onto her shoulders. She walks with him to the center of the ring and hits the Ushigoroshi! She goes for the cover!



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McIntyre kicks out! Jaime waste no time in picking him back up and goes to lift him up for the Falcon Arrow but Drew lands behind her and shoves her forward, she runs to the ropes and comes back looking for the Hayterade but Drew manages to duck it and keep running. He hits the ropes and Hayter turns around into a Claymore! She gets folded up and McIntyre makes the cover!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew McIntyre!



Drew looks down at Hayter and shakes his head, having thought that match might have been a little easier than it was. He heads to the back as the show moves on.




The scene opens up to the parking garage of the arena as the crowd quickly climbs to their feet a limousine arrives stopping just in the middle of the camera frame as the door pops open to show all members of The Mafia on the same page at last. Priest and Orton exit first after Don and Cody follows, leaving Finn Balor to pop out last with a huge grin on his face. These five men begin to walk throughout the backstage area before they are stopped by Renee Young who is eager to get an interview with The Mafia. Finn Balor nods, accepting her interview request giving her the green light to start rolling.

Renee Young
Please Welcome My Guest At This Time… The Mafia!

Priest and Mafia Dom begin to make noise after their introduction causing Orton to laugh while Renee begins to ask her questions.

Renee Young
We haven’t heard from The Mafia in a while and the last time we’ve seen Finn Balor was against The JBL’s cabinet, is it safe to say that The Mafia is finally on the same page and moved on from past issues after proving to be compatible in the ring together.

Cody decided to step forward and answer the question at hand.

Cody Rhodes
Issues, there weren’t never any issues since Orton and I joined the Mafia, the media is going to paint the image that because we were sworn enemies that we wouldn’t be able to co exist, but we certainly showed those two bozos.

Damian Priest
All that was just a test to make sure that we’re aligned with a solid company we can trust and although I didn’t like it at first the new additions are stronger than ever. As for those lil’ cabinet boys this is far from over in fact we’re just getting started because you guys have something that belongs to us.

Renee Young
Speaking of that, What are your plans for the Television Championship after losing to JBL.

Cody Rhodes tries to take the lead once more.

Cody Rhodes
Well we’re definitely going to get back what’s our….

Finn Balor grabs the microphone and begins to answer Renee Young’s question.

Finn Balor
My plans are very simple Renee, I want JBL at Final Battle, No outside distractions, No Cabinet, No Mafia, No Cody Rhodes! Just me and you Bradshaw, you may have gotten lucky the first time but Christmas doesn’t come twice around here. I want my Television Championship back and by all means I will get it!

Finn Balor then drops the microphone before he walks off and the Mafia follows. Balor stops to tie his shoes and demands the Mafia to continue walking, after tying his shoes Balor proceeds to make a phone call.

Finn Balor
We’re gonna need extra eyes come Final Battle, I know they’re planning something fishy…

The scene quickly fades to black after Balor’s last sentence.




As things with the action conclude for a moment, things head once more to where Vinny has Alexa Bliss. This time when she wakes up, she’s in what appears to be a bathroom handcuffed to the bottom of a sink. As she struggles and tries to break the cuffs, suddenly Vinny enters the room.

Vinny Marseglia: So you’re probably wondering why exactly you’re here right now instead of stuffed in the drawer of a morgue somewhere because your head went squish. Well truth is, I decided it’s more fun to watch you squirm and suffer. That and I grew bored of waiting on him, so now you’re here. And I know, it’s been a miserable night for you. You’re scared, you’re tired, you’re hungry, you’re dehydrated, and you probably aren’t thinking all that clearly. Well you know what I say to all that? Good!

Vinny swings his axe, breaking the cuffs and freeing Alexa.

Vinny Marseglia: Now run. Run and tell Bray all about what the, “Tattooed Maniac” did even if he’s seen it for himself. But just know, this is just return fire, I haven’t even begun to strike on my own yet.

Vinny points his axe at her, lifting her chin so that they make eye contact. He then grabs her and plants her with a Jump Scare. As Vinny gets up and surveys what he’s done, he smiles and looks into the camera waving before walking out of the shot as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.

LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG



The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley emerges from the curtain. Spike is looking all business tonight, looking ready to go.



Spike pounds his chest, looking out into the crowd as he begins his way down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and he obliges, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as he comes to end of the ramp. He takes a running start, sliding into the ring before climbing the turnbuckles, beating his chest and looking out into the sea of adoring fans.



Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY

Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, grabbing his wrists and rolling them in his hands as he looks set.

For a few seconds, all is silent in the arena, as the lights dim into darkness. The fans are left with nothing to see, nothing to feel but anticipation...and as a technological-sounding tune begins, a lone spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp, paving the way for an opening to form, and for one man to rise from beneath.

Coming from his own domain, the UWF World Heavyweight Champion has his arms outstretched, his attire bathed in white, with flowing robes of purity having been donned by the one and only God of Professional Wrestling...



As the build finally comes to a close, with a much more energetic beat forming...and as soon as those first words sound out?

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

THAT is finally what begins the entrance of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Tony Chimel: From his mayoral residency in Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs...he is THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING UWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...'Mister' Trevor Lee!

With God having emerged from beneath the stage, He walks on with a massive grin on his face, all while showcasing just what he had taken back at Wrestlemania: The UWF World Heavyweight Championship. Proudly showcasing His Harlan Gold to those around him, Mister Trevor Lee would take their hatred, their vitriol and their disdain by simply turning the other cheek, just as his fellow Gods have taught him.

Even then, though, Lee would know that he still isn't done. There still is a match to be won, and a performance to be delivered upon these future devotees, so for now, He hops onto the apron of the ring, holds up the UWF World Heavyweight Championship with one arm, and with the other? Two fingers are extended, as He looks to bring himself right back...

blank "TO THE MOON!"



Entering the ring, Trevor would spin himself around quite a few times with his arms outstretched, before dropping down to his knees with a massive grin on his face. His head tilts up to the sky, eyes closed with a big grin on his face, before slowly bowing his head. Muttering a silent prayer to himself, Lee would take the moment...before popping up to his knees, and heading off to the corner, prepared as much as He can be for this next Godly test.


VS


DING DING DING


Tom Phillips: Spike Dudley has to be coming into this feeling good after costing Samoa Joe his match earlier tonight.

Corey Graves: Are you listening to yourself Phillips? What a despicable thing to do., Our illustrious World Champion would never.


Spike goes to tie up with Lee in the center of the ring but Lee gains the immediate advantage, grinding him into the mat with a Headlock Takeover. It's not often Lee has the size advantage so he's surely putting it to good use. Spike is able to maneuver back to his feet where he punches Lee in the stomach a few times to break free. He runs to the ropes but Lee has held onto his hair and he's dropped back down to the mat! Lee jumps into the air and gives him a Double Foot Stomp to the sternum and makes a quick cover.



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Spike kicks out right away. The self proclaimed God is feeling mighty as he picks Spike up with ease and lifts him over his head in a military press. Lee is acting like he';s the world's strongest man for manhandling LSD. He runs over to the ropes to dump him out to the floor but Spike falls behind him and shoves him through the ropes. Lee is able to land on his feet but Spike comes barreling out with a Suicide Dive, knocking him into the barricade! Dudley picks him up right away and throws him back into the ring. He climbs onto the apron and goes to the top rope. Lee is getting to his feet with Spike leaps off with a Diving Crossbody into the pin!


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Lee kicks out!


Corey Graves: What a low blow by Spike Dudley.

Mauro Ranallo: What are you talking about?

Corey Graves: He's throwing his dirty, unpure body at a God like a weapon.


Both men rush to their feet and Lee looks to take his head off with a Lariat but Spike ducks it and hits the ropes. He comes back and nails Lee with the Battering Ram! The UWF Champion stumbles to the corner where he's practically heaving from the Headbutt to the gut. Spike walks over and steps onto the middle rope raising his fist into the air as the crowd cheers and counts along with the classic 10 punches in the corner. He stops to soak up the applause after the ninth punch and Lee reaches up to grab him and brings him to the center of the ring before delivering a big Powerbomb! He's got Spike folded in half as the ref drops down to make the count.



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Dudley kicks out! Lee picks him up right away and hoists him onto his shoulders. It seems like he's more into showing off his strength since he can easily manhandle someone like Little Spike Dudley. He ends up running to the corner and delivering a Death Valley Driver into the turnbuckles! Spike is folded up upside down but Lee isn't done with him. He grabs him from behind and slowly hits the Cumberland German into the pin!



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Spike kicks out!


Corey Graves: Have we ever had a champion so powerful?

Tom Phillips: This is no way diminishes the accomplishments of Spike Dudley but he's 145 pounds.

Corey Graves: Can you do that to Spike?

Tom Phillips: Well...no.

Corey Graves: Exactly!


Lee stands behind Spike and throws his arms out, showing off his godly form. Dudley slowly starts to rise and Lee moves in for the Political Aspirations but Spike gets an arm in between his neck and Lee's arm and rolls him forward. Lee rolls right back up to his feet and Spike gives him another Battering Ram! With Lee hunched over, he sticks his head between his legs and delivers a Dudleyville Destroyer! The World Champion gets spiked on his head and LSD climbs up the ropes and jumps off, connecting with the Dudley Stomp to the gut! Lee is kicking his feet in the air as he tries to breath while Spike makes the pin!



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Lee kicks out! Spike brings the champion up to his feet and gets him in a side headlock. He points to the corner and goes to run up it for the Dudley Dog but Lee shoves him forward and Spike goes tumbling to the outside! Lee exits the ring and grabs a steel chair. Th ref warns him about a dq but he just opens it up and grabs Spike to seat him on it. He walks away before running back for the "Sit down, stay a lil' while". Lee is looking very smug and satisfied as he picks up Spike and throws him back into the ring. Spike lays motionless and Lee decides he wants to give him a taste of his own medicine. He climbs to the top rope and soaks in all the boos from the crowd. He jumps off for the Coup D'état but Spike rolls away at the last minute! Lee turns around but eats yet another Battering Ram! Lee falls to his knees holding his stomach and Spike grabs the head looking for the Dudley Dog once again! He goes up the ropes but Lee shoves him off and he lands on his ass. He pops back up and Lee goes for a running lariat but he ducks it, hits the ropes and comes off for yet another Battering Ram but Lee jumps into the air and catches him with the Cave In! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Trevor Lee!




Corey Graves: Well would you look at that. The God of not only professional wrestling bu of life itself just defeated a former world champion all on his own.

Tom Phillips: It was an impressive victory but that doesn't make him a God.


Lee is handed his title and he hoists it up for all to see. He turns around though and is hit with a Claymore!


Tom Phillips: Claymore! Where the hell did Drew McIntyre come from!

Mauro Ranallo: He's been pissed ever since coming here and EC3 punishing him by not putting him in the King of the Ring has only made him more ticked off.

Corey Graves: I'm not sure if sticking it to your boss is a good idea in any industry but doing so via the World Champion may have been a bad idea. Harlan isn't exactly known for having level headed people.


McIntyre grabs the UWF Championship and instead or raising it in the air, he drops it and steps on it. He raises his fist in the air as the camera shoots him from below, the UWF Championship with his boot covering it close to frame as the show fades out.




END OF SHOW


Credits

Cassidy vs Shark - Dresden
Joe vs Marseglia - Fauche
JBL vs Buzzard, Hayter vs McIntyre, Spike vs Lee - Danny

[AndyDNU]

Another rad show in the books. Thoroughly enjoyed the opening segment and maintained respect between the two KOTR finalists. Shows how talented Ace and Fauche are that they were able make an exploding pen sequence entertaining. Nice setup for the tag match next week with Zayn & co showing up and the former expressing his outspoken opinion on the situation.

Solid interview with Joe and Renee right before his match with Vinny. Nice contest with both competitors unique arsenals given a good run of it. No Wyatt shenanigans this week but nice to see Spike out for a bit of payback from last week to effectively even the playing field in the war. Really enjoying this feud between Albo and Gunn so far and very interested to see who Joe's partner will be next week against the Dudleys.

I unfortunately wasn't around for George's first run with Warhorse, but stoked to see him back in the fold and this return segment was bloody hilarious. Hopefully a sign of more entertaining stuff to come.

Squash match is next and whilst I hope Jye is alright and it's not the end for Buzzard, this win does more good for JBL who's roll continues. Hats off to Comebackszn who has been killing it these last couple months.

Interested to see how Jimmy fares putting Guerrero and Mysterio together and what his take on the LWO gimmick will be. Good luck sir!

Great PTM match next featureing two of the more gimmick centric characters on the roster. It feels like Danhausen must have cursed the medal after he won his match for the IC Title as since then there's only been one unsuccessful challenge and everyone else that's held it hasn't been able to get the max victories required. Great win for Crann here to retain after an awesome thread with Sam and it's another step in the right direction to break the curse.

Hope you guys enjoyed the Drew making a mockery of the rookies segment, had fun putting that all together over the last week. Pleased to have followed up with the match victory afterwards in a well written bout. Although it was another 2-1 thread it was a good effort from Hayter and hopefully they will bounce back from the loss asap.

I like the dynamic that we're currently seeing with The Mafia and I'm definitely down to see a rematch for the TV Title between Balor and JBL.

The Horror King is back ladies and gents, great continuous scenes throughout the show of Vinny playing the mind games of his own and kidnapping Alexa to send a message to Bray. All for Dres and Rey going all out to get the best out of their respective characters and continue this eye catching feud.

Good main event match between Dudley and Lee with the champ getting back to winning ways. Was half expecting some more Joe intervention but instead all runs smoothly until the end with Drew showing up to make his intentions crystal clear. Looking forward to working with Leedles over the weeks ahead.

All in all some great work on display again as things progress towards Final Battle. Thank you to Dres and Fauche for their match writing efforts this week and also Danny for writing three of the five and putting everything together. The work that goes into these shows is always appreciated and never taken for granted.

[Cwalker]

Very good opening promo with O’Reilly and Edge. Rare contract signing that doesn’t end in a physical confrontation. But it does its job of getting you hype for the match.

A lot of good matches written as well. Kudos to all the writers.

Standout promos for me were definitely Dre’s and The Mafia. I wasn’t around for Vinny so to see him now should be interesting.

JBL continues to be impressive as does Trevor Lee. Big Money McIntyre is coming for that belt.

All in all good show. Great job.

[Dres]

Had a good time TT’ing with Gunn this week, thank you for the thread. And Fauche, thank you for the match and your attention to details such as utilizing Vinny’s profile for offense. Happy to get the win but I feel it easily could’ve gone the other way.

Also had fun chipping in to write a match. I hope Crann and Sam approve. Thank you also to Rey for letting Vinny torment poor Alexa this week. Aside from that, lots of other good things like the contract signing but, also, WARHORSE! That is all…

[Evolution J]

Props to everyone including Danny. I honestly just want to say I read all the results and everyone did a amazing job. Warhorse is back baby!!! Nice to see Jey Uso bring back Rey Mysterio. That should be interesting and hilarious. Overall, everyone have put their work and work experience hard. I am extremely proud.

I honestly want to say I will give all the Mafia promos along with Cody credit to the guy who portray Finn Bálor. He got my character accurate and he made me looks good. I honestly didn't do anything. The reason why is because my time is up and it is the perfect time for me to retire.

So yeah. I enjoyed all the hard work and I am hoping more people will step up to help Danny write the matches. Other than that.

I am excited on what more surprises and shocking stuff to come after I leave. I am glad Warhorse is back and I am glad Jye can finally replace me.