Revolution 6/22/23

[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.



Tom Phillips: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips alongside Mauro Ranallo and former International Champion Corey Graves and we have some great action as we continue on the freeway to Final Battle!

Mauro Ranallo: Right you are, Tom. Like this singles bout: when lucha legend Rey Mysterio makes his return to the ring against an angry Jamie Hayter, will it be experience that wins or will Rey get doused in Hayterade?

Corey Graves: Also making his return is that goof WARHORSE when he takes on Finn Balor in what I’m dubbing a Battle of the Double Foot Stomps.

Tom Phillips: And in tag team action, Samoa Joe and a mystery partner face the legendary Dudley Boyz.

Mauro Ranallo: Also on tag team action, fellow KOTR finalists Kyle O’Reilly and Edge team up to throw down against El Duo Dinamico.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, the always intense Drew McIntyre looks to shut up MJF. All this and more! Stay tuned!




As the announcers prepare their notes ahead of the next match, the mood in the arena suddenly turns somewhat sour as a figure appears at the top of the stage. It’s none other than Drew McIntyre, which helps to explain why the positive atmosphere disappeared faster than a plate of bacon that Ron Swanson ordered for lunch. Unfazed in the slightest, Drew makes his way down the ramp like a man on a mission, with the ring clearly his intended target.

Tom Phillips: Well ladies and gentlemen that is of course Drew McIntyre, who I probably should add isn’t actually scheduled to be out here right now.

Corey Graves: I kind of get the impression that following his attack on the UWF Champion Trevor Lee last week, Drew isn’t exactly keen on toeing the company line at present.

Mauro Ranallo: Drew is of course in action later on tonight against the Intercontinental Champion MJF, but I for one am intrigued as to what his reasons are for deciding to show up here and now.



As McIntyre scales the steel steps and enters the squared circle through the middle rope, he immediately signals with his fingers for a microphone to be handed over, which is quickly done so by one of the ringside technicians, albeit in the hopes of ensuring that no collateral damage will occur whilst The Destroyer is present. Once McIntyre grips it in his hand, he raises it up to his mouth in order to shed some light on why he has made an appearance ahead of his scheduled match later on tonight.

Drew McIntyre: I imagine that you’re all looking for an explanation of sorts after what went down at the end of last week’s show… Contrary to what you might think, I don’t owe any of you people a damn thing. The only reason I’m out here is because it’s the most convenient way for me to tell it how it is to the one person that actually needs to hear what I have to say. That of course being our esteemed head honcho EC3...

Despite McIntyre’s crowd put downs being as regular as clockwork, it still doesn’t piss the hard paying mob off any less as they continue to voice their disgust towards him. Keeping to his word though, the Scotsman carries on with a message for his boss.

Drew McIntyre: Now Ethan I get that I might not be your flavour of the month right now given everything I’ve done since you re-signed me to this company, but what you need to understand is that there is no overly complex rationale or agenda in place here, only a desire to do what needs to be done so that this company doesn’t end up going to the dogs. By taking out those in the UWF that are of the mediocre persuasion, I am in fact looking out for your ass! But even when I go out of my way to make compromises there’s nothing offered in return it seems. I eased off on attacking non-wrestling personnel, I won at Backlash fair and square, and as reward for being the bigger and quite clearly better man, what do you give me? Insignificant matches against a washed up has-been and a never-will-be… You know damn well that I was more than deserving of a spot in that King of the Ring tournament, but instead you decided to play it safe to the point where the two finalists are laughing over spilled ink from a broken pen rather than aiming to tear each other's heads off for the golden opportunity that’s at stake.

Clearly not a fan of the King of the Ring contract signing from last week despite it being entertainment gold, McIntyre paces back and forth for a few moments before stopping to look directly down the nearby camera lens in order to impart a message straight to the boss.

Drew McIntyre: So as of last week I am officially done with the concept of trying to earn anything around here, because it’s quite clear that ‘playing the game’ gets you absolutely nowhere, and so I am therefore taking what I want, when I want it. And I dare you Ethan, I dare you to grow a set, come out here, meet me face to face in this ring and try to tell me otherwise!

The now seething McIntyre lowers his microphone and diverts his gaze away from the camera and towards the stage.

Ladies and Gentlemen

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The Owner of UWF walks out from the back flanked by 10 security guards. Their the meanest toughest looking bunch of jobbers the world has ever seen and they'll no doubt be able to do Ethan's dirty work. He walks down the ramp confidently and enters the ring but actually tells security to stay outside and they surround the ring.



EC3: Here's the thing Drew, you don't just get to walk around doing whatever you like and suffer no consequences. The only time that happens is if you got a shit ton of money and your last name is Carter but you, you just don't have that kind of pull. It's you who should be more grateful to me that I didn't fire you and let the cops send you to jail for what you did to Danhausen. There was a long lengthy process when that happened to Samoa Joe and yet it was very clear that it was you who did that to Danhausen. Now I didn't care for the guy but he got me another vacation home on merch alone. You don't quite move the needle as much.

Ethan seems to be poking the bear a bit too much but when you were born with a silver spoon that you didn't inherit until your 30s, and everyone bends over backwards for you, you tend to be overly confident despite a mediocre singles career.

EC3: It seems the last time you got out of hand the punishment wasn't enough. Don't worry though, I'm not going to fire you. You are however banned from this arena and any arena for the forseeable future. You will not be at Final Battle and you are hereby suspended without pay. Now boys, if you wouldn't mind removing Mr. McIntyre from the building.

Security gets onto the apron when suddenly...

[Trevor Lee theme song]

Just before any banning can truly be done, the sounds of "Don't Stop" by Innerpartysystem begin to play, with the lights dying down momentarily, just for them to kick back on in full force with the arrival of the UWF World Champion, mister Trevor Lee.

There would be no time to waste for Lee, as he already has a microphone in hand. Motioning for the back to cut his music, Lee looks to be in a business mood tonight, staring daggers down the ramp, all toward the man who brutally assaulted him just last week.

Trevor Lee: "Now, mista' Carter, while I am quite happy wit' ya' comin' on out 'ere to try an' take care o' this 'ere pest who is standin' in the ring right 'bout now, I'm sorry to say that any bannin' that'll be takin' place is goin' to have to wait a lil' bit."

The crowd, as per usual, are jeering the hell out of Trevor Lee, mainly for interrupting EC3's attempt at bringing Drew McIntyre to justice, but Lee pays them no mind.

Trevor Lee: "Now, I ain't sayin' that ya' don't 'ave ya' own points, mista' Carter - namely in the fact that mista' Chosen One here, well, he ain't much o' a ratins' jewel, but frankly, that ain't exactly what I'm carin' 'bout too too much either, nah, nah nah nah nah nah, nah see what I'm carin' 'bout is the fact that mista' Chosen One over 'ere attacked me las' week after my gruelin' victory over that Spike Dudley fella'."

Given that Lee is speaking on how he got his ass kicked, there are a few cheers that specifically are done just to go against him, not for any actual support towards Drew McIntyre, but most of the fans are still semi-regretting their ticket purchase, given that Lee looks to still be talking.

Trevor Lee: "Now, mista' Chosen One, I do understan' ya' lil' plight there, don't get me wron', I get it. It is a bit frustratin' to actually get wins 'round 'ere an' have absolutely nothin' to show for it, but jus' 'cause ya' a bit upset over the fact that ya' jus' ain't proven to be good enough to hang wit' the likes o' the God o' Professional 'Rasslin himself, that don't mean that ya' go an' blin'side me! What it shoul' be meanin' is that ya' come on down 'ere, ya' come down to my ring, an' ya' know what ya' do? Ya' get down onto ya' knees, clasp them hands together and say up to the Heavens "Oh please, Mista' Trevor Lee, please show some benevolence in all ya' power an' wisdom, an' do what Gods like ya'self are meant to do, an' go perform another miracle so that a talentless, min'less brute like myself can get the opportunity o' a lifetime, to wrestle alon'side ya'self, an' be gifted wit' the potential that I've been wastin' for years an' years on end. Please give me the honor o' ya' benevolence, an' praise be to the one an' only God o' Professional 'Rasslin!"

With his own mockery of Drew McIntyre only drawing more heat, Trevor Lee stands at the end of the ramp, smiling that serpent's grin of his.

Trevor Lee: "So, mista' McIntyre, I'm admittedly tryin' to be betta' at bein' what ya' call...benevolen', so even wit' mista' Carter in the rin' right there, why don't ya' jus' do what I laid out for ya' step-by-step, an' maybe, jus' maybe, I'll forgive ya' for that there attack on me las' week."

On that note, Lee would wait patiently, watching for Drew McIntyre's next move...

Drew McIntyre: You know I’m glad you’re out here ‘Mister Lee’ since we’re being formal all of a sudden, because just like this cowardly shit in a fancy suit, you need to hear this as well. What I want…nay…need you to understand right from the get-go is that what happened to you last week was not your fault. Sure, you were very much the number one Claymore target, and yes, I intentionally put my boot through your title thereafter to prove a point, but trust me when I tell you that you were ultimately just the unfortunate casualty in a situation that was completely out with your control. But if either of you think for one second that I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, then you can each take it in turns to kiss my arse!

McIntyre’s response provides a surprising little pop from a small section of the crowd who would presumably enjoy the prospect of both Lee and EC3 puckering up, but the mood still remains negative for the most part as McIntyre continues his verbal tirade.

Drew McIntyre: It’s precisely delusional people like you walking around and thinking you’re god-like which gives me additional fuel to resort the committing the actions that I have over the past couple of months. At first I tried to enforce the changes I felt necessary into the current system, but I think I finally realise that the system in question is broken beyond repair, and the only option remaining is for the whole thing to be torn down completely so that I can be the one to build it back up to what it should be. But if I’m going to do that, then I’m doing it with the UWF Title in my possession, and there’s not a damn thing that either of you can do to stop me...

As if to say “I’ll take that bet…”, EC3 with a raised eyebrow gives the command for his security team to enter the ring. Half-expecting this outcome, McIntyre delivers clubbing forearms to the first four guards before five manage to pin him into the corner. As the final guard unhooks a pair of handcuffs from his waist in order to restrain their target, McIntyre shakes off two of the guards and hurls them into the sole guard, subsequently sending the handcuffs flying out of the ring. McIntyre then uses his spare right hand to hammer the final three guards who are effectively helpless and left with no choice but to release their grip on him. A big boot greets one of them and it then becomes a carousel of sorts with each of the guards trying to get back up, only for McIntyre to drop them to the mat with more punches.

Mauro Ranallo: If EC3 wants to ban Drew McIntyre then it looks like he’s gonna have to go about it via different means.

Corey Graves: I can’t help feeling that he’s maybe now wishing he’d put a bit more cash into our security reserve!

Most of the battered guards wisely roll out of the ring, but one who clearly has the heart of a lion and gets back up on his feet in order to see the job through is quickly floored once again by a Claymore delivered at the speed of light. With no more security left to restrain him, a now hot-headed McIntyre sets his sights on EC3 who is still standing in the ring and in quite a vulnerable position. As the seething Scotsman slowly moves towards him, The UWF owner's eyes are suddenly diverted to something behind McIntyre. Clocking this almost immediately, McIntyre turns round and charges towards The Butcher and Lance Cade who have slid inside the ring in order to insert themselves into the fray. They start clobbering Drew with punches and Lee just laughs at his misfortune. McIntyre suddenly burst through the onslaught and they go flying back towards the ropes. In one fell swoop, McIntyre clotheslines both men over the top rope and back down to floor before turning his attention right back towards Lee who high tails it out of the ring. Drew instead turns to the now very concerned looking EC3, As McIntyre backs him into the turnbuckle corner and suddenly grabs a hold of him by his fancy tie, Carter with a microphone still in his hand attempts to use it in the hopes of saving himself from what is now a very sticky situation.

EC3: Hold on just a second Drew! You heard Lee, he's willing to give you a title shot so long as you plead for forgiveness and-

McIntyre squeezes his tie even harder, choking him and lifts his fist to clock EC3.

EC3: But! But this is still my company and if it's a title shot you want, it's a title shot you'll get. So at Final Battle it'll be Drew McIntyre vs Trevor Lee for the UWF Championship!

Mauro Ranallo: Wow a huge blockbuster announcement!

Corey Graves: So you can just put your hands on the owner and get a title shot now? This seems like a bad precedent to set.

McIntyre releases EC3 and he quickly exits the ring. He looks over to Lee ho looks like he's fuming on the inside but he's keeping it together. He cracks a smile at Drew and tells him he'll see him at Final Battle as he backs away up the ramp and the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley!

The step-siblings walk on into the frame, the former looking ready for a fight ahead of his tag team tilt booked for later on in the show. He has his Hollywood Championship slung around his waist and a dangerous gleam in his eye. Bayley's same as usual.

Young: Thanks for joining me guys. I know you've got a big night ahead with this nWo mini-reunion coming at us out of the blue. Tell me, how does it feel to be teaming up with Edge for the first time in five years?

The tone on his face and the look in voice as so drenched in "duh" that it would make a lesser correspondent feel foolish for even asking.

KO'R: Uh, yeah. It's pretty friggin awesome. The nWo... well, at least our nWo was only around for like... I dunno, a couple months maybe? And you know what we accomplished in that time?

Young: A near riotous-level of mutinous vitriol from your peers and udder disdain from the UWF Universe?

That snide little remark ain't gonna fly with The "Good Guy".

Bayley: If by that you mean total domination that made everybody else in the world jealous, then yes, Renee. Those things.

The Canadian Psycho rolls his eyes and continues.



KO'R: Yeah. Exactly. I mean, Bayley wasn't there, but she's right. Larry Sweeney - Triple Champ with the most world title defenses in Revolution history. Rick Rude - longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in Revolution history. Hall and Nash - the mother friggin' Outsiders - cleared out the entire division from day one to win a tourney to win the Tag Team Titles. We ran this whole show.

Young: Too bad you couldn't get any of those guys for the reunion tour...

Bayley: Excuse you??!?!

KO'R: Pfft. We don't even need them! Its me and Edge on top of the world now. We're the King of the Ring finalists, Renee. We did that all by ourselves. Individually, but also, together in spirit, ya know? Besides, none of that other stuff back in the day wouldnt have even happened if we hadn't been helping everyone out. You ever see a human pyramid before, Renee? It's like a Human Centipede but instead of being gross its cool and it goes up instead of sideways. But my point is that even though the top part if obviously the best part, it can't happen without the strong dudes on the bottom. Power bottoms. The foundation.

Young: Sure. Okay. I get that. Great analogy. Of course, you and Edge will face off at Final Battle to crown this year's King of the Ring - are you at all concerned about Sami Zayn and his gang throwing a wrench into those plans? There's a lot of bad blood there, current and historic.

Bayley: Psssh, that ginger scrub can kick rocks. Is he even booked for Final Battle? If he's so interested in what Kyle and Edge are doing, he should by a ticket and watch from the crowd. Otherwise he'd do well to keep his nose out of this grown-up business. That goes for his little posse of loser libres and Young Willy, too.

KO'R: Yeah. Me and Edge are about to deliver the single most raddest, awesome-reeking, pay-per-view main event in company history. If Sami Zayn thinks he can mess with that now, he's dreaming, and when he wakes up from that dream, he'll be in a hospital bed.

Young: Okay then! Tough talk ahead of a tag team clash. Thanks for your time and good luck out there, Kyle.

KO'R: Luck? I was born lucky. I'm an O'Reilly. I got the luck of the Irish. Like a Kennedy.

Young: Uh-huh. Great.

Renee doesn't even engage with that closer as the step-sibs head out. Revolution rolls on!




Tom Phillips: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next of the evening is a unique one. Representing the Latino World Order will be Rey Mysterio versus the upstart, Jamie Hayter!

Booyaka Booyaka 619...

Booyaka Booyaka...That's My Pueblo...



Tony Chimel: Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 160 pounds, Rey Mysterio!!!!

The fans pop. Rey is here, He takes a knee on the stage, says a small prayer and the pyro goes off behind him

Rey walks down to the ring; the people behind him. He throws up his hands as enters the ring and waits for Hayter...

Tony Chimel..

The people are booing already....

Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Southampton, England...Your Lord and Savior.... Jamie Hayter!!!!



Corey Graves: Bow down to our Lord and Savior!

Tom Phillips:...

Corey Graves: Shut Up Phillips!!!

Tom Phillips: I didn't even say anything.


Hayter ccomes down the ramp as the lighting changes from shades of to red and orange. Hayter steps out onto the stage, takes a knee as the crowd boos and behind her the pyro goes off.

Mauro Renello: : Hayter looks focused tonight gentlemen!

Hayter marches down to the ring. She eners through the bottom rope ans stares down Mysterio. The referee calls for the bell. 

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Ding Ding Ding 

 Rey goes to lock up but this is a woman so he's mot exactly sure if he should. Hayter takes charge and catches him with a forearm then. The forearm knocks Rey back into the ropes and Hayter grabs Rey by the arm and shoots him off.  Rey runs across the ring and as he comes off and comes back at her, he snaps off a beautiful hurricanrana. Hayter goes to the ground and Rey goes for the first  cover...

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Jamie kicks out!

Rey grabs Hayter by the amr, brings her back to her feet. She catches with him with a right hand to the stomach, which stumbles the Latin legend. As Rey drops to a knee as a result of the right hand, Hayter bounces off the far ropes and comes back at Rey with a step up knee to the jaw...

Tom Phillips: What a knee by Hayter. That may have knocked Mysterio out!

After the knee connects clean with Rey's jaw, Hayter goes for the cover...

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Rey kicks out at the last second!

Corey Graves: Give Rey Mysterio credit! I thought that knee knocked him out flush!

Hayter wants to end this early. She's going for the kill shot. She climbs to the top rope; ready to deliver a Frog Splash...

Corey Graves: As JBL would say, it's about to be Ballgame!!!

Before Hayter can come off the top rope though, Rey chrages in, springboards onto the top rope and snaps off a beautiful frankensteiner...

Mauro: Mysterio isn't dead!!!

As Jamie comes off the top rope, she stumbles back to her feet. And with the quickness, Rey hits her with a dropkick to the back that sends her face first onto the ropes...

Tom Phillips: I think we're about to dial it up!

Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips!

Rey calls for the 619. He runs the far ropes, looking to dial it up, but as he cimes back, Hayter comes off the ropes and catches him with a vicious lariat...

Mauro: MAMA MIA!!! Hayterade!!!!

Rey is cooked. That lariat took him out. But Hayter isn't done. She grabs him by the arm, lifts him to a knee and delivers a devastating step up V-Trigger...

Corey Graves: Night Night Mysterio!

After knocking Rey ckean out, Hayter goes for the cover...

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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, as a result of pinfall, Your Lord and Savior, Jamie Hayter!!!



Hayter's music plays as the ref lifts her arm. She celebrates this huge win as Revolutions rolls on.




Revolution has been everything you have expected it to be and even more. The crowd are buzzing, the superstars are buzzing, just buzzing all around the place. The scene fades to black, leaving everything in darkness before the titantron and tv screens flash back into life. The crowd are greeted by a familiar face that hasn't been seen around these parts for a while....it's the DUCHESS OF DUDLEYVILLE, STACY KEIBLER. She has her leg up on a moving crate and rubbing some oil on her legs.



The camera follows Stacy's hands down now her leg as Stacy seems to be getting ready. We now hear an excited squeal as Stacy begins to clap her hands as well. The camera goes from Stacy's legs to higher up and we see her rushing to Renee Young, giving her a big hug. Renee gives the hug right back as the besties has been reunited. Stacy looks Renee up and down.

Stacy: Look at you!! You are looking amazing even with all the bad stuff you are letting into your body these days. Spikey told me all about it. I can't say I'm not upset but hey, you are your own person and noone knows you as much as yourself....even though I would like to think I'm a close second but god, you look stunning babe.

Renee: Thanks Stace, I feel great as well. It's great to see you back here in the UWF!!

Stacy: Honestly, it doesn't feel like I've been away....well let's be honest between you and I, it's not like I was in hiding. I mean I got my Wrestlemania Pay check the other day from when I shot the Hollywood guy with the shirt cannon and then the notes bounced back when I tried to spend it when JBL got shown what a real wrestling god is. That was such a great win by my Spikey. I can't believe he beat the curre.....

Stacy pauses now, looking at Renee who has a camera crew and a microphone in hand. Stacy's demeanour changes now as she seems a little disappointed. 

Stacy: Arghhh right, you ain't here just to catch up are you? 

Renee shakes her head at Stacy.

Renee: Afraid not. Unfortunately I have been given a job to do tonight but maybe under after the show we can catch up properly?

Stacy: Okay, that sounds like a plan but it ain't going to be like last time when you left me alone for an hour inside that club whilst you were outside in the smokers area.

Renee: That's easy, I'm actually cutting back these days. 

Stacy: Well it's a date. So, since you are here for the job, how about you go ahead and ask me what you have to ask.

Renee: Stace, I just want to know, two weeks ago we seen Spike Dudley knocked out of the King of the Ring tournament. Now we all heard how much Spike felt like he needed to win that match, how has it affected the Underdog of Dudleyville?

Stacy: That is a very good question. I actually forgot how good at your job you are. Renee, I'm not going to stand here and lie to you....my name isn't Samoa Joe and I certainly don't look like a sweaty, overweight Samoan Dude with a snarl......although I am jealous of the size of his man titties. Now my Spikey, he is in bits. He still can't look me in the eye because he promised me that he would be the one wearing that crown. He would have made me the Queen of UWF. I had everything ready to go in my wardrobe and I had already started to imagine what it would have been like to live in a castle but I've assured my Spikey that I'm over his loss. I just can't get through to him. His hurting Renee.

Renee: We certainly seemed to see that hurt last week when he faced off against the current UWF Champion, Trevor Lee. He seemed a little off his game, is he off his game at the moment?

Stacy: My Spikey is always on. Every now and then, Spikey just isn't the better man and there is no harm in losing to the UWF Champion but honestly....I did see a different Spikey last week. He was on but something was different about him. Trevor Lee Lee is someone that deserves your full attention. Trevor Lee Lee is someone you can't take lightly but what I saw last week was a Spikey Dudley that seemed to have something else on his mind. It's the whole reason I first brought Spikey to UWF. It was to be in the main event and going after that UWF Title. What better chance would Spikey get to poke his nose in that little dance then last week? Imagine if Spikey won that match? Where would he have been this week but instead, he was thinking about something else and I have a pretty good idea of what it was.

Renee: I would hazard a guess and say that it may have been Samoa Joe and the Masked Man from the week before? 

Stacy: You would be correct in my opinion. I watched my Spikey do me proud in his match against Edge but I also saw Samoa Joe stick his ugly, weird looking nose into Spikey's business. I feel it in my loins that last week, Samoa Joe was front and centre on Spikey's mind. Should he have been? spikey already got his revenge on him earlier in the night so why was Spikey still thinking about him? The answer to this babe can only be one thing.....it's because My Spikey can't let it go because my Spikey also needs to know who cost him his dream of becoming King of the Ring. Who is the scaredy cat who cost him his chance to make things right?

Renee: That's right, Samoa Joe didn't actually get involved physically but we did see Spike get taken out by a masked man. Do you have any idea who the masked man was 2 weeks ago and who will be teaming up with Samoa Joe tonight against the Dudley Boyz? 

Stacy: I've been doing some thinking. I sat at the Dudley Dining table and I thought long and hard. First off, I thought about all the people that hates Spikey and would have wanted to do damage to him. I came up with so many names. Kevin Steen, Shibata, Dolph Ziggler, Hollywood Batista, LA Knight, Sign Guy Dudley, Bray Wyatt, Cody Rhodes, Zack Ryder.... the list goes on and on of people that want my Spikey's head on a platter but then I thought, the way that Samoa Joe is talking, it is actually someone he knows so then I sat down, grabbed my pen and paper and get to writing down the names that actually like Samoa Joe......and I kid you not, I shot so many blanks. In fact, that piece of paper is still blank as I couldn't for the life of me think of anyone that would like that man. I couldn't even write his own mothers name down as surely she is disappointed in the man he has become. I'm at a loss Renee but it's all good and you want to know why? Well because tonight, my other boys get to have some fun. My Dudley Boyz get to show Samoa Joe just what happens when you mess with the Dudley Family and they also get to show the masked man just how big a mistake it was to align himself with Samoa Joe but it's only a taste test for them because once my Spikey get's his hands on them....they will wish Ciampa was still here and Joe was still sitting at home playing with himself. Now Renee Nay, that's enough work for the time being, let's go catch up. 

Renee goes to speak again but she has some time to think. She nods her head looking at Stacy as she agrees. She lowers the mic, telling the crew not to follow her as Renee and Stacy hug it out and walk off into the sunset....well into the light of the corridor as the camera shoots elsewhere.




As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where Vinny Marseglia is sitting with an unnamed interviewer.

Interviewer: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the, “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia. Mr. Marseglia, I know I speak for a lot of the fans when I say it’s great to have you back in a competitive capacity.

Vinny Marseglia: Well it’s good to be back in that capacity.

Interviewer: So inquiring minds want to know, and you’ve sort of danced around the question in recent weeks, but what brought you back?

Vinny smiles.



Vinny Marseglia: Well you’re right about that, inquiring minds do want to know. As for me dancing around the question, as you put it, that’s by design. It’s not that I don’t want to answer the question or keep my fans and others wondering, it’s just the time hasn’t come to disclose it yet. Sure there’s not being satisfied just sitting on panels and giving predictions and missing the fun of psychologically and physically tormenting people, I’ve said that much but even if I didn’t, that much can be figured out. There’s one glaring reason though that I’m keeping close to my chest for the time being, but when the time is right, trust me, all will be revealed and it’s going to flip the entire UWF on its ear.

Interviewer: Well so far in your return we’ve seen you suffer a loss and gain a victory to The Shark and over Samoa Joe, respectively. Both of those outcomes many say were mired in controversy though as Bray Wyatt interfered during your match with The Shark and Spike Dudley interfered during your match with Samoa Joe. Your thoughts?

Vinny Marseglia: My entire UWF career has been mired in controversy, I like it that way. As far as what you’re referring to, the burning questions regarding if I would’ve beaten The Shark if Bray didn’t get involved or if I only beat Joe because of Spike, the answers are yes and no. Yes I would’ve beaten The Shark and no Spike isn’t the only reason I beat Joe.

Interviewer: Speaking of Bray Wyatt, are you worried about the ramifications of what you put Alexa Bliss through last week?

Vinny Marseglia: Of course not, and I say that for a few reasons. One, I’m not someone that worries or gets concerned or lives in fear. Two, I know what the ramifications or consequences or results, however you want to word it, of my actions are. He’s going to come gunning for me more fiercely than he already has, and I can’t wait until he does because then our playtime can continue.

Interviewer: That’s unsettling.

Vinny pats him on the head.

Vinny Marseglia: Good.

Vinny gets up and walks off laughing as the interviewer looks scared as Revolution continues elsewhere.




Tony Chimel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, the team of El Generico and La Luchadora, El Duo Dynamico.



The luchador duo lift their fists as the crowd boos them.



Tony Chimel: Introducing their opponents first….







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



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



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



Tony Chimel: And his tag team partner….







A sick 80s inspired beat starts to pulsate through the arena as the lights dim and lasers in all sorts of rad colors begin to dance around the stage area. We're talking magenta, cyan, purple, orange, it's lit up like a Pink Floyd show. After a few seconds of this beat building with some flourishes, you here the familiar phrase:



YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME



And after it, the beat picks up harder, and as the synth begins to belt out an instrumental version of Edge's most iconic theme, you see him, emerging from a cloud of smoke to strobe lights in the same colors as the lasers, which are now dancing around the whole arena. There's no animalistic prowling across the stage, just a smooth swagger to his stride. A smirk on his lips as he matches his stride to the vibe of the music. At ringside, he waits for the music to start to swell again and as it does, he slides into the ring. As it would kick into the second chorus (like if there were actual words) he ascends the turnbuckle and poses as the ring announcer does what he's paid to do.







Tony Chimel

Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Edge!





VS







As Edge jumps off the turnbuckle and makes his way to his corner, handing his jacket off to a ring technician, Edge and Kyle seem to get into an argument over who’s starting first. This momentary lapse of judgment allows El Duo Dynamico to get the drop on the pair, Generico delivering a clubbing blow to the back of O’Reilly and Luchadora doing the same to Edge. The pair drag their opponents to the middle of the ring and look to set up O’Reilly and Edge for a double suplex but Edge and O’Reilly manage to reverse the suplex attempts and deliver double suplexes of their own, the crowd cheering as they do so. Edge and O’Reilly then give each other a look and a nod, Edge going onto the apron and Kyle being decided as the man to start.



Mauro Ranallo: Well Gentlemen, if a knife could cut the air, it would be cutting this place like swiss cheese.



Tom Phillips: You’re right there Mauro, Edge and Kyle clearly getting off on the wrong foot here tonight but there now seems to be a quiet understanding between the pair.



Corey Graves: Both these men are masters of their craft and it wouldn’t surprise me if they used this match as a scouting report to learn the skills and abilities of their opponent. As you all know these men will face each other in the King of the Ring final and this would be a great time to get a leg up.



Back in the ring and Kyle is establishing dominance on El Generico, grabbing his arm and twisting it round like a pretzel, the Mexican Icon howling in pain but not giving up when the referee asks him if he would like to quit. La Luchadora tries to get the crowd behind her tag partner but the crowd just boos her and cheers on Kyle, chants of “Snap his arm” begin, Kyle seems ready to acquiesce when Generico gets a hand on the rope and the referee begins to count but Kyle breaks rather quickly. As Kyle backs off Generico scurries for a tag but Kyle grabs him by the waistband of his tights and lifts him into a Side Suplex, going for a pin.



Mauro Ranallo: KYLE O’REILLY SHOWING THE STRENGTH WITH THAT DEADLIFT SIDE SUPLEX.



Tom Phillips: People often forget how surprisingly strong Kyle is. Many see him as just a submission and striker guy but he has one of the best technical acquimens in this game right now and it shows



Corey Graves: I don’t think i’ve ever seen such a smooth blend of styles, well not since myself and Kyle is far off my abilities but hey kids got spirit.



Mauro and Phillips look at each other and then shake their heads.



1….2…..2.5…..La Luchadora breaks it up.



The masked female wrestler dives in and breaks up the pin with a diving forearm and delivers some elbows to Kyle, allowing Generico to recover and the pair deliver chops to Kyle. After a strange wait for a couple of seconds, Edge finally runs in and helps his tag team partner, running off the Dynamico Duo, hitting a Big Boot on Generico and Luchadora runs to her corner and gets on the apron, the referee getting in between Edge and her. Before Edge can do anything Kyle grabs him and turns him around, shouting what the hell was that. Edge just shakes his head but as Kyle looks to go for a punch Generico dives in and hits a Dropkick to Kyle and throws a surprised Edge out, going for a pin.



Mauro Ranallo: Surprise Dropkick from Generico, capitalizing off the teammates quarrel between Edge and O’Reilly.



Tom Phillips: O’Reilly seems to think Edge was too slow on coming in to break up those chops from the Duo and I can’t really disagree with him.



Corey Graves: Well what do you expect, Phillips. They may be tag partners here tonight but in just a short couple of weeks they’re going to be at each other's throats to decide the next King of the Ring. To me its a sound strategy by Edge, weakening up O’Reilly for their future match



1…..Edge breaks up the count.



Edge breaks up the pin and throws Generico into his corner. This allows Generico to tag Luchadora who once again goes for that Diving Forearm but is knocked to the ground with a Big Boot by Edge. Edge offers his hand to Kyle but he Diabetic Dragon just tells Edge to get on the apron. Edge does so and Kyle makes his way over, tagging in Edge properly. Edge walks over to the prone Luchadora and begins delivering stomps to her legs, rapidly stomping down on both of them like a wild animal. He then locks in an Ankle Lock in homage to his former team ECK partner Kurt Angle, Luchadora flailing on the ground.



Mauro Ranallo: Edge showing off his own technical acumen with an Ankle Lock, a simple but effective submission.



Tom Phillips: Luchadora flailing on the ground there but making a conscious effort not to flail too much into a tap out



Corey Graves: Sami Zayn not putting up with any failure as of late and with him taking Will Osperay under his wing well, El Duo Dynamico better watch out.



Back in the ring and the flailing of Luchadora seems to work as she manages to get an arm over the bottom rope, Edge holds in until a 4 count from the referee and darts an eye over to Kyle who looks at Edge and shakes his head slightly but not enough to notice. Edge picks Luchadora up and hits her with a Suplex. Picking her backup he throws her into a corner and goes for a Bulldog but Luchadora manages to hang on and Edge lands on his ass. Luchadora goes to the most dangerous rope, second rope and flies down with a Body Splash, going for the cover as Generico runs in to try and block Kyle.



Mauro Ranallo: Luchadora blockling the Bulldog and going for a second rope splash and she connects with it .



Tom Phillips: Generico running in to make the save, trying to block O’Reilly.



Corey Graves: Kyle might not even interrupt here, turnabout's fair play and all.



1…2…Generico breaks it up.



Well technically Kyle breaks it up by rushing in and pushing Generico onto the pile and its time for Kyle to reach a hand out to Edge who rejects it as Kyle did. Getting to his feet, Edge returns to Luchadra, picking her up and he hits her with an Edge-O-Matic. Dragging Luchadora over to his corner, Edge goes to tag Kyle, Kyle tags in and takes over hitting Luchadora with a Second Rope Knee Drop. Before Kyle can go for a pin Edge tags in and enters. Kyle looks at Edge like “The fuck”? And the referee begins to count Kyle. Kyle gets on the apron and tags Edge. The referee then begins to count Edge. Edge does the same thing and tags Kyle. This goes on until Kyle is the legal man. Both men have not realized that Luchadora has crawled to her corner and is stretching out for a waiting Generico.



Mauro Ranallo: Tensions are flaring between Kyle and Edge. if these two don’t get it under control then they’re going to lose this match.



Tom Phillips: I don’t think they care at this point Mauro, both men seem to be out to overshadow the other.



Corey Graves: I love it, I knew these two egos couldn’t coexist.



As the two continue to argue, they suddenly realize Generico has tagged in when they hear him charge at them with a Helluva Kick in homage to his master but the pair get out of the way and Generico hangs himself up on the turnbuckle. Edge and Kyle nod at each other and Edge picks Generico up into a Powerbomb position. Kyle then goes top rope and hits Generico with a Clothesline, the crowd cheers at the Doomsday Device. Kyle then locks in the Vanilla Ba, Generico tapping out quickly after.



Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNERS OF THIS CONTEST, THE TEAM OF KYLE O’REILLY AND EDGE.









Edge and Kyle get their hands raised and they look at one another a little heated. Any animosity they may have gets turned to one direction as music hits.



Sami Zayn comes out with Will Ospreay and he's got a mic in hand.



Sami Zayn: Uh oh looks like there might be some trouble in paradise. nWo was supposed to be 4 life but considering how quickly it crumbled after I came into the mix, I guess no one should be surprised the two biggest egos in UWF can't stay on the same page after one match teaming with each other. That's the difference between us. Not only am I theses guys master but I'm their friend. Young Willy here knows his place and I think he's ready to take the next step. That's why I'm officially challenging the both of you to a match next week. The Tag Team Legend and Young Willy vs Edge and Kyle O'Reilly!

Kyle and Edge look at each other once more but Bayley grabs a mic from ringside and slides into the ring between Edge and her step bro to address the two on the stage.

Bayley:Oh I bet you think you're all that and a bag of chips huh Sami? Well tough spit because Kyle and Edge got better things to do than deal with you. But Christian and I? We're like those two friends who's best friends hang out together but we really don't interact or know each other that well despite seeing each other all the time but I bet we'll still be able to kick your butts in! So if you want a fight next week, you got one!

Tom Phillips: Whoa gauntlet thrown by Bayley!

Mauro Ranallo: It's not the fight Sami Zayn wanted but ti'll still be one hell of a match!

Zayn shakes his head while Bayley looks as confident as ever hugging both Kyle and Edge close as the show moves on.




The Revolution logo flashes across the screen before we're taken out front of the arena, where Orange Cassidy is standing by.



Orange Cassidy: You'd think by now that people would have learned to stop underestimating me.

A smirk from the "Freshly Squeezed" one as he peers out from behind his aviators.

Maybe they haven't been paying attention. That's the only justification I can think for a guy like The Shark – a man who mere weeks ago was the UWF World's Champion – to write me off as some kid from a church basement. It's the only reason why a man like LA Knight would've kept flapping his jowls even after he lost to me the first time. It's the only reason that Sami Dos Oros would've overlooked me when he had to defend what was once his Prime Time Medal against me – the medal I carry today as Mr. Prime Time and as the man who snatched it from his hands. And yet, every time I hit that ring, it's always the same thing from my opponent. I don't take this business serious enough. I'm not good enough to hang. Now I've beat one world champion, and almost beat another one were it not for a badly-timed cheap shot from someone who was gunning for him anyway. How much better do I have to be?

With a shake of his head, Orange pauses to adjust his shades. Then he continues.

I already know the answer to that question. I was planning to keep the Prime Time Medal firmly in my possession, but I found out from the Best Friends last week that you actually have to give it up when you go for the Intercontinental Gold. And Maximum Jerkoff Fishman knows I'm coming for his title – or he should, because I've been promising it for weeks – so I guess now that I've put some shine back on the Prime Time, I've got to release it back into the universe like the precious thing it is for someone else to hopefully carry on my sterling legacy. Meanwhile, me and the life-affirming power of Vitamin C will be taking the next step in our career and laying our claim to the most important championship in this company. Because if two former world champions weren't good enough to take me out on their own, then the title they held can't be all that prestigious, either. But the Championship of the Intercontinents? Well. Look what I did with the Prime Time Medal. Now imagine what I'll be able to do with something that weighs at least twice as much.

Cassidy smiles, pausing for a moment to let the thought sink in.

MJF, at Final Battle, it'll be your final battle for the Intercontinental Championship. So I hope you've been taking good care of it, and are ready to let it go. Ready or not, though, only one of us will be able to leave the building with that title, and it's going to be me.

With that, Orange exits the frame, and after a moment's pause, the feed moves on.




As Revolution rolls on. A return nobody was ready for occurs...

L...A.....Knight....




Tom Phillips: What?????

"Knight Vision" begins playing and everyone turns their attention to the stage. Can it actually be him? Is he back? Moments pass and the music continues to play but eventually the fans do pop somewhat when the man walks from behind the curtain. LA Knight is back in the UWF...

Corey Graves: Yes! Yes! A thousand times Yes!

Knight is all smiles. He's embracing the reaction. Like him, hate him; it doesn't really matter in this moment. He stands on the top of the stage and for the first time in a long time, he reminds everyone just exactly who he is....



Knight storms down to the ring; rolling in underneath the bottom rope. He walks to the ringside tech and asks for a microphone. The music fades and we're about to hear from the Million Dollar Megastar in months....



LA Knight: Yeah!!!!

There's a pop that comes from LA Knight's first word. 

LA Knight: Nah, nah, nah....I said....YEAH!!!!

This time, the fans respond with a "Yeah" chant of their own.

LA Knight: I don't think 'ya heard me....I said YEAH!!!

This time, the "Yeah" from the crowd is sound and strong in its return. 

LA Knight: Have no fear, it's crystal clear; the return of the Million Dollar Megastar is here.

LA Knight: And judging from the response....it sounds like 'ya missed ol' L....A....Knight!

The fans actually do respond in kind with that last statement

LA Knight: Well, let L...A....Knight be the one to break it to 'ya.....

The arena goes silent...waiting for the shoe to drop.

LA Knight: L...A....Knight missed 'ya too.

The pop gets a little louder. Who would've seen this coming.

LA Knight: With that being said....L...A....Knight has something he needs to get off his chest. So....Let Me Talk to 'Ya!

LA Knight: 'Ya see, L...A....Knight has been sitting at home for the past few months. And in those months, UWF has changed. Guys are coming back, like Bray Wyatt, the Latino World Order or big, bad Vinny. And L...A....Knight couldn't just stay at home while these people took over L...A....Knight's show. 

LA Knight: 'Ya see, L...A....Knight has unfinished business with the entire roster. L...A....Knight has unfinished business with that idiot that runs around with his hands in his pockets that has L...A....Knight's medal. The medal that L...A....Knight made special. L...A....Knight still has unfinished business with a silver spoon rich boy. And L...A....Knight still has unfinished business with the crooked mayor, masquerading as a God and masquerading as our World Champion!

The fans pop again. Is this a different LA Knight?

LA Knight: L...A....Knight sees how much the UWF has changed in just a short period of time. And let L...A...Knight tell 'ya that he's changed too. UWF needs someone that it can be proud of. All of 'ya need someone to be proud of. And there's not a DUMMY in the back that is capable. The only man worthy of being the face of the franchise, the face of the business is standing right in front of 'ya. The Million Dollar Megastar, The Man of The Hour, Too Sweet to Be Sour, The One All the Women Want to Devour....

Okay...he's still got an ego.

LA Knight: Let L...A....Knight make this perfectly clear to everyone. Every good guy, every bad guy, every Champion, even the boss himself....Welcome back....to L....A....Knight's Game! YEAH!!!

Knight tosses the mic in the air as his music begins to play and he leaves the ring. Revolution rolls on. 






We enter the Firefly Funhouse with loud applause and yays from a disembodied audience of children, but as the camera pans the funhouse it seems empty.



After the happy Funhouse music fades away and there's nothing but silence in the colorful bright room, it holds on this for a few seconds before a distant laughter is heard and suddenly the screen glitches and static takes over. We are brought to the woods, and you can hear the sounds of insects and birds chirping as the camera drifts lazily across the landscape of trees and grass but again the eerie silence is almost overwhelming.



The screen begins to glitch and static once again takes over.



The feed clears up and shows Bray Wyatt pacing back and forth seemingly backstage in the very arena we're in.



Bray Wyatt: Life is a circle, a circle that goes round and round and as we continue to go through life no matter how good and joyous things may get...or how miserable or detestable the world may seem, it eventually loops around and returns. Look at me, I've been here before. I've left and I've returned, quite a number of times, more times than I think you listening to this even realize. And the more I return the more effort I put in, people kind of think differently. They may think I was a little overblown, that I wasn't as good as they have heard or it may seem on paper. Funny man, I think of these trains of thought and wonder...no matter how hard something hit, how big something was, given enough time people will water it down. Because if you truthfully recall the impact it had, there will always be people doubtful of it. They will claim rose tinted glasses, they will try and poke at the memory to prove they are actually better than what they have heard so much about...It almost seems endless at this point, I comeback and claim the top of the mountain against the wishes of everyone...until I drift away again and let it settle for a bit just to pop back in and see someone else thinking they can do something No one before them could do. It's maddening heh heh...just this eternal cycle of reminding people...Who I am. What's funny is the letters change all the time, so much so that some people walking around back here may have similar names to what some people may remember me as, but these fits of dejavu are commonplace for the beyond. Fact of the matter is, it's always been Me...And Vinny, I look down the barrel at you and I see a familiar face and yet one I've never met. But it's that very familiarity that points to what is going to happen, because as much as things change...Life is a Circle. So maybe it isn't you, you'll claim to be different than anyone I've ever faced before...but that's what they have all tried to claim, and as we return they are the same flesh and bones that attempted to amuse me like the others. Now though...Look at me.

Bray stops his pacing and stares straight down into the camera.

Look...at Me. I've been here before with great Great men, and after a few rounds they became shattered. Men lucky enough to proclaim themselves a champion in a sea of great talent all deserving of that very same title, who spent months and years clawing to achieve the highest prize they could...have fallen and their prizes landed on my lap when honestly...I wasn't even trying to take it. Men who would be generational talent, who would in any other scenario The cornerstone of this company have disappeared after simply talking to me for a few moments because of the weight placed upon them by my gaze. Men Vinny, who managed to get into an arena with dozens and dozens of other hungry men, all vying for the same prize all with the same chance they had, and came out the victor...survived a free for all environment with an ENTIRE Roster...and their spirits were broken in a week of trying to stand up to me. Look at Me. I want you to understand, you're no different Vinny...for all intents and purposes...I've Broken you before. You're just another name, in the face of eternity. And as you find yourself standing on the edge of the world, seeing the fathomless chaos of eternal night, you still question it and think you'll be different. That in and of itself, is Mad. But madness Vinny, haha, it's really a blessing. Because I truly pity the man who in his callousness, can remain sane amidst the sight of the hideous end.

Bray puts his hand to his mouth and takes a breath before he lifts his finger up nodding his head.

But you may be wondering, look at me, why am I here instead of in the funhouse or amidst the trees. Heh well, I feel like you watching this right now...You know me, you truly know me more than a lot of other people do. And Vinny, well he thinks he knows me. He thinks his little game last week with Alexa Bliss, it was going to effect me in a certain way to get in my mind. And what it really did, was clear my head a little. See my uncle use to tell me, Revel in what you are. And What am I, Vinny? I am

*Static*



me...heh hehe, I am the funnest time there is! I'm the light for all my lil Fireflies! I am

*Static*



Me...I am the Eater of Worlds, the Face of Fear, I am

Static takes over the screen, but it remains, as you see some hints of red and eyes pear through the veil of white noise.

P̵̳̂h̵͙̀'̸͎̊n̶̗͊ģ̴̾l̶̖͠u̶̠̿ḯ̵̘ ̸̬̈́m̷̡͝g̵̢̒l̴̈́͜w̵̯̅'̵̨͗n̵̦̽a̷̮̎f̵͉̈́ḩ̷̃ ̷̢̃C̴̗̓t̷͙̊ḥ̶̒u̷̗͠l̴̰̒h̴͎̀u̷͈̅ ̵̼̓Ṛ̸̽'̴͓̌l̸̘̈́y̵̹̽e̸̡͂h̵̩̀ ̷͉͒w̸̺̓g̸̨̔a̵̛̗h̸̜͘'̴͈̄n̶̘͋ǎ̴̩g̶̤̏l̴̟͒ ̸͈̉f̶̳̓h̶͎͂ṱ̷̓ȁ̷̜g̸͙̓ṇ̷̋

The static finally goes away and returns to Wyatt.



Look at Me...Horror King, it is truly a mistake that horror is associated inextricably with Darkness, Silence, and Solitude. That is what you used with Bliss to try and strike fear, and all it's done is brought upon your own awakening. Because I am going to teach you Real Horror, in the brightest of lights...in front of thousands of people...screaming loudly at the top of their lungs. I am Bray Wyatt, And for the endless circle of time we're living in, we always return to the fact that I am beyond what you can fathom. When you've lived the circle as long as I have, you see the patterns...And make no mistake about it I am going to very clearly let you and the whole world know...Some Terrible, Horrible things...are about to happen. And I won't feel sorry about them one single bit, because I go where the Circle takes me. Alexa told me about you not beginning to strike on your own, it was a nice line. Well just take a Look at Me, I'm here ready to be struck upon. And the best part is, I am truly hoping you don't miss...because I want to feel your best shot before I wake up and shatter your reality...So before you raise your hand and hit me Vinny, I want you to take your time and really aim...Pause as you prepare your strike, and Look...At...ME.




Chimel: The following contest is a tag team match and is set for one-fall!

YER, WE'RE COMING DOWN
GET UP, GET UP, GET UP
DROP THE BOMBSHELL.



[The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Dudley Boyz. Surely enough, 2 figures emerge from the back, all dressed up in cameo gear with glasses on their head without the lens. Devon runs to one side, doing the usual Devon stuff he does whilst Bubba stays dead center of the stage. Devon walks back to the center joining Bubba.



Chimel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 549 pounds, Bubba Ray and Devon, The Dudley Boyz!!

Both Dudleyz start to run towards the ring, ignoring the fans bending over the side rails asking for a high five. They both slide into the ring, getting to their feet and doing the usual Dudley stuff of climbing the turnbuckles, looking out into the fans, throwing up the 3D sign. The crowd are cheering the brothers loudly as both jump down from the turnbuckle and looks ready to go.



As the Godzilla trumpets play, the Samoan Submission machine makes his entrance, towel round his neck he strides confidently out on to the stage with the crowd dishing out a chorus of boos at his mere presence. The Samoa Submission Machine stops at the head of the ramp to await the arrival of his new partner.

The buzzing fans quiet down some as they eagerly wait to see the surprise unveiled...





It's Kurt Angle! The Olympic Gold Medalist storms out from Gorilla, practically dripping intensity. At first, the UWF Universe goes nuts at seeing Angle for the first time in a long time, but all that adoration goes out the window when he stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the hated Samoan. That's when the classic "YOU SUCK" chants start up again.

Chimel: And their opponents, making his way to the ring at a combined weight of 510 pounds, Kurt Angle and The Samoan Submission Machine, Samoa Joe

Angle jaw-jacks the disrespectful front row fans who are jeering him while Joe cracks a knowing smile as he looks down into the ring at his opponents. The Dudleyz are ready to take on all comers, but the Samoa is feeling pretty confident with the hand he's played.


Ranallo: Unbelievable! Kurt Angle is back in the UWF!

Phillips: And the fans aren't happy to see its all because of Samoa Joe.

Graves: Listen to these unpatriotic animals booing at Olympic Gold Medalist. This man is an American Hero!

Ranallo: Not to mention a man who's resume includes runs with the International, World Heavyweight and Intercontinental Championships. He also picked up Money in the Bank briefcase in 2017 and won King of the Ring a decade ago. As a mentor, he revitalized Seth Rollins' career here on Revolution and if you want a cherry on top of that, he also gave us the squad back in the Summer of '14.


Angle and Joe climb into the ring while Chimel heads out the other side. The Referee implores the hyper-competitive teams to keep things orderly as they stare each other down and talk some trash. Soon enough, though, a man from each unit moves out to the apron, leaving Devon to start for the Dudley Boyz against the returning Olympian. The Official calls for the bell.



VS


DING DING


Those "YOU SUCK" chants carry on well past Angle's music being silenced. The fans are still shouting it at the outset of the match. Devon can't help but look a little amused while he crouches into stance as he prepares to clash with a grappling legend.

Angle's head veins are throbbing out with all that adrenaline and animosity pumping through him. He's chomping down hard on his mouth guard as he gets amped up to feel the rush of competitive violence once again. Pounding his chest like some kinda wild ape, he yells at the Dudley standing across the canvas from him, asking whether or not Devon really wants "a piece of this".

Devon indicates that he doesn't just want a piece, he, in fact, wants the whole thing.

Angle nods hungrily. His eyes go black like a shark on the hunt. He rolls his shoulders up, clenches his fists, and gets ready to go to war...


Ranallo: Somebody call R.L. Stine because I've got Goosebumps, gentlemen.

Graves: I hate the reference but I share the spirit of the sentiment, Mauro. Shout out to Samoa Joe for setting up a dream match right here on Revolution.

Phillips: Angle looks like he's ready to burst.


Tom's right. Kurt's red in the face and shaking like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The crowd can't help but get sucked it to his hyper-enthusiasm, too, even if they're cheering against him. Its not every day you get a future Hall of Famer rolling in off the couch to step between the ropes again. They're excited to get their money's worth - to see two of the company's greatest singles competitors square off against arguably the greatest tag team in UWF history.

But just as the premature "THIS IS AWESOME" chants are beginning to pick up - and exactly when Devon makes a move towards the Gold Medalist - Kurt reaches his hand back to catch a tag from Samoa Joe. This, of course, stirs the capacity crowd into a frenzy. They hate getting swerved. Joe chuckles a little as Angle steps back to the apron, denying these fans the chance to see him grapple again - at least for now.

Devon looks a little annoyed to, but he's fine with going toe-to-toe with Joe, too, if that's how it's gonna be.

There's no lollygagging when Joe comes in. The Samoan circles around Dudley for a few seconds, flexing the pugilist footwork prowess before stepping forward to find his range with some jabs. Having been raised on the mean streets of Dudleyville, Devon isn't afraid to mix in a little boxing and brawling into his game, but after getting touched up by a jab or two, he decides to just go to his comfort zone and first love or pro-wrestling and close that distance.

The two heavyweights lock-up near the middle of the mat. Devon powers out of a sideheadlock when Joe transitions into that position and then applies on of his own, leaning in with as much weight as he can spare so that that former International Champ has a much harder time simply slipping out. He manages to press Joe down to a knee, which garners some applause from the fans.


Phillips: Its been a minute since we've seen the Dudley Boyz compete - you forget just how big and strong these men are until you see what they can do against a legit B.A. like Samoa Joe.

Graves: I'll thank you to nut up and not abbreviate your swear words in the future, Phillips. Your "substitute teacher" vibe is so cringe its making Mauro look cool be comparrison.

Ranallo: Hear that, Tom? Corey says I'm hip to the jive!

Graves: God, please kill me. Strike me down and spare me another night of this.


Joe looks to explode out of the predicament but the veteran Dudley clocks that reaction coming from a mile away. He lets Joe pop up and uses that momentum against him to direct him towards the home corner at top speed. The Samoan careens into the Dudley turnbuckle and finds a forearm from Bubba waiting there to welcome him.

The Submission Machine stumbles back, shaking his head clear while Devon tags in Bubba to a big wave of cheers from the fans. Following up with a snazzy Bionic Elbow right to the dome, Bubba then grabs his dazed opponent, hooks the head, and drops him with a thunderous DDT! Joe's head bounces off the canvas and Bubba shoots the half...



1...



2...



Joe shoves him off after the two count!


Phillips: The Dudley Boyz are picking up momentum fast!

Ranallo: As impressive as the combined resumes of Samoa Joe and Kurt Angle are, you'd be hard pressed to find a more accomplished tag team in the world than Bubba and Devon. They were the first tag team inducted in the UWF Hall of Fame for a reason.


Bubba stands up over Joe and keeps him down with a couple of stomps. He don't mind playing dirty if it means getting the job done, and the crowd let it slide on account of they love him and despise the other guy. Grabbing an ankle of Joe's in either hand, he pries his legs apart and sets him up for Devon to come off the top rope with a low-blow headbutt. The fans shout along with the traditional "WAZZZZZZZZZUP"...

Except it all goes to heck in a handbasket when Kurt Angle runs in to spoil the fun!

Devon doesn't even have a chance to fly cause the Olympian hugs Bubba from behind and yanks him off of Joe with an astounding German Suplex. The Referee admonishes Angle, but Kurt's already headed back to his corner. Devon starts to come through the ropes to complain about the interference and that gets the Official all over him.


Graves: Did you see the strength of Kurt Angle? He tossed Bubba Ray Dudley around like a cruiserweight!

Phillips: Illegally, but yeah, I guess it was impressive.


As Bubba's trying to get up to recover, an industrious Samoa Joe sees an opening and capitalizes, picking himself up just enough to take out his opponent with a diving chop block to the back of the legs!


Dudley goes down like yo momma, clutching his knee in pain as Joe rolls off to the side to tag in the recently re-aproned Kurt Angle. Mr. IntegrtiyIntensityIntelligence shoots through the ropes like an injection of Cortizone into a broken freakin' neck and is immediately all over Bubba like brown on brown rice.

It starts with gangland stomps that erase whatever lingering excitement this crowd might have still had to see him back in action. When putting the boots to his opponents loses its luster, Kurt comes down with some ground-and-pound. He picked up that MMA stuff when he played Koba in Warrior (2011).

The thing about Bubba, though, is that he's tougher than alligator leather so he weathers that onslaught and slowly but surely finds his way back to his feet, even as Angle's still pounding on him. When he's finally fully vertical, Dudley shoves Kurt back to create some space and then tries to catch Kurt with a lariat when comes back in. Ducking that blow, the Olympian slips behind his foe, spins him around and blasts him with a European Uppercut!


Graves: Picture perfect European Uppercut by Angle. His technique is flawless as ever!

Ranallo: Angle hasn't lost a step in his layoff, but what I'm wondering is how Samoa Joe convinced him to come back with so much piss and vinegar in the tank.


Angle grabs a hold of Bubba, who's on wobbly legs now, and tries for a Belly-to-belly suplex. This time, the bigger man is able to ground himself. The resistance gets the crowd back into the match. They rally behind Bubba, and he feeds off that energy to amp himself up and break loose of Kurt's grip.

Kurt looks surprised that Bubba is able to escape. He attempts to snag him again only for Bubba to stave him off with Bionic Elbow! Angle falls into the ropes and bounces back mechanically as he's seeing stars. Dudley catches him coming in, hooks in a full nelson and goes for his signature Bubba Bomb!


Phillips: Bomb's away!

Ranallo: Bubba just needs one big shot to turn the tide!


Yeah except when he hoists him up, Kurt counters by slipping out the bottom while wrapping his legs back around Bubba to roll him over and inside out. Like an anaconda or maybe some other snake I don't know cause I don't know a lot about snakes but like some kinda snake, Kurt gets himself all tangled up around Dudley's leg while he goes hunting for that Ankle Lock he loves so much.

Devon and also all the fans are shouting at Bubba, imploring him to fight his was out. Gosh, he's trying, but Angle gets that puppy on quick and he gets it on tight. Dudley's eyes go wide in pain and shock cause it hurts like the dickens. He reaches out for a tag but brother, he's miles away from his home corner.

And so, the slow trudge begins. He crawls inch by inch, clawing at the canvas while the unbearable agony takes a toll. Its such a long way and his foot can only be contorted so far.


Graves: Bubba should just tap out if he ever wants to walk right again.

Ranallo: The Dudley Boyz have never been quitters, but you're right, Corey - Bubba is risking serious injury by trying to fight his way through this.


Angle grapevines the leg, applying more pressure and adding more weight for Bubba to carry along. Its hard to watch. You can see the pain in the everything about his body language. Despite the chanting and cheering, he's hardly getting any closer. Devon leans over the ropes, reaching out as far as he can, willing his brother to just hold on a little longer...

But SON OF A GUN! While everyone was watching Bubba, Samoa Joe came around the ring. He grabs Devon by his ankle, yeets him off the apron (in doing so clanging his dome off the edge), and then whips the guy headlong into the barricade by the timekeeper's area. Devon crashes through the wall in an unceremonious heap.


Phillips: No! Joe just blindsided Devon!

Ranallo: There's nobody for Bubba to tag now!


The Referee is yelling at Joe to get back to his corner. The Samoan Submission Machine just dusts off his hands like he's taken care of business. Up in the ring, Kurt adds even more torque - and, tragically - its enough to seal the deal. Bubba's head falls to the side as he passes out from the pain. With that, the Referee calls this thing off.


DING DING




YOUR WINNERS...
SAMOA JOE AND KURT ANGLE!


Angle holds on a little longer while Joe reaches under the ring to pull out a table. No wrestling fans love themselves a table spot, but not like this. They're booing so loud you can't even hear Angle's music on the PA.


Ranallo: Well I suppose its no surprise that Samoa Joe and his new pal Kurt Angle took the low road to victory.

Graves: What are you talking about? Angle put Bubba down fair and square. There was no way he was ever going to make that tag.

Phillips: Don't even try and defend them, Corey. Especially with whatever this is happening now.


Sliding the table into the ring, Joe then climbs in after it to set it up, at which point Angle finally releases his submission on the unconscious Bubba. The Referee runs for the hills while Joe and Angle pull Dudley off the mat, their intent clearly to drive him through the table and add some insult to injury (and also just injury to injury).

Only question is - how are they even supposed to follow through with such a dastardly deed when SPIKE MOTHER FLIPPIN' DUDLEY comes barreling down the ramp with a steal chair in hand?!?!

The crowd goes ape spit. Absolutely ballistic. They're screaming like fast food parking lot seagulls when the Ultimate Underdog rolls into the squared circle with a weapon in hand to send Joe and Angle scurrying away like roaches in the light. They don't want no part of what he's selling. Not now. Not like this.

Samoa Joe and Kurt Angle circle around towards the ramp while Spike screams at them to come back and fight. Joe shakes his head like "Nah, not yet son". Angle's got the look of a man who wants to kill a man, but Joe guides him up the ramp as they make their exit. Once they're good and gone, Spike gets to checking on his brothers. EMT's hurry down to ringside to help while Revolution rolls on!




Zayn is backstage walking with Genercio, Luchadora and Will Ospreay. He stops to scold his team.



Sami Zayn: I can't believe you guys would embarrass me like that. After all that training and you still can't manage to pick up a win. Especially you Generico. You're tarnishing and entire legacy. And you Young Willy. Why didn't you speak up? I was giving you the opportunity to tell off Bayley but you just stood there silently like an idiot.

As they're leaving, they see Eddie Guerrero and ReyMysterio posted up.



Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: Tough night eh?

Eddie and Rey snicker like school children but Zayn and Co decide to jump them. The LWO are caught off guard and the four men beat them down. Zayn instructs Generico and Luchadora to pick up Eddie. They hold him in place as Zayn opens the door and Ospreay keeps Mysterio at bay. They shove his head between the door and Zayn runs over and kicks it, sandwiching Eddie's head between the door and the car! Ospreay looks a little disturbed at this display of violence but drops Mysterio with a Hidden Blade to the back of the head. They walk off and go to their car but Sami stops Ospreay.

Sami Zayn: Actually, its a bit of a mess back there. Genercio barely fits so find another way to the dojo.

Zayn, Luchadora and Generico hop into the car while Ospreay stands outside as they take off leaving him behind. He turns and walks back to the locker rooms as the show moves on.




We go into a locker room that is empty except for one spot that has Maxwell Jacob Friedman finishing up tying his boot. Standing beside him, as always, Jake Hager. The camera comes in closer as MJF just shakes his head in disgust that his pre match is being interrupted.



Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I don’t have a lot of time for this, but I know you idiots won’t stop running into my locker room until I speak to you. That’s your whole job is trying to catch a glimpse of greatness earlier than you were supposed to. And we all know what’s been said so far. Tonight I’m going to put that six foot, steroid infested, Scottish Hulk Hogan wanna be in his place. I’m going to remind this locker room, this arena and all you poor pathetic losers at home…there’s a reason I am the main event more than I’m not. And after I’m done with that I’m going to be looking toward Final Battle, that’s right I heard Freshly Squeezed Orange Cuck running off at the mouth.



MJF moves his head around stretching out his neck.



Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I want to remind that dumbass that the last time he tried to step into my business, he went from undefeated to counting the lights and out of the King of The Ring tournament. But what I also want to remind you of, is that you said weeks ago you had no plans on trading in that little special olympics medal for a shot at my title. You said you loved having it in your backpack and wanted to keep it there forever. This is where we have a problem Cassidy, because these idiots cheer you, they cheer a liar.



MJF swings his arms a bit, getting them loose as well.



Maxwell Jacob Friedman: If I’ve been anything since I’ve walked into this company, I’ve been honest. I’ve been honest to a fault because when I say the truth all the poor inbreds in their seats boo and all the lesser wrestlers back here get up in their feels. But that dumbass in denim looking yoga pants lies right to your faces and you still cheer him. You look at him as some kind on hero, but the fact is he’s selfish and so greedy he couldn’t keep his own promise for more than a second after he won that third defense.



MJF looks back over at Hager who starts to rub down the champs shoulders.



Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I’m fine with facing you at Final Battle, it’s part of these dumb rules in this company from before I was around. I don’t fear defending this title against anyone, because I know how it ends. But the problem I have is the dishonest, the selfishness, the greed. Maybe earn a little bit of respect and admit it to those idiots out there that you couldn’t help yourself. Speak the truth and tell them that you went back on your word not because you had to, but because you wanted to. Because you make it this cool thing that everything is “whatever”, but the truth of the matter is you have ambition. You want to climb the ladder and I can respect that, but what I can’t respect is you pretending like things are just happening to you. Stop lying to them or keep going, it doesn’t matter because at Final Battle I’m going to do to you what I’ve done to everyone I’ve walked into the ring with, beat the every living shit out of you and reminding you that I’m Maxwell Jacob Friedman, I’m better than you and you know it.



With that MJF raises his hand like he’s about to smack the camera man and they skitter out of the locker room leaving MJF to continue to get ready for his match.




???: You know it’s been far too long since I have been here in the UWF.

A familiar theme is heard in the video package that is playing and that theme is one of Roman Reigns.



We see some of the highlights of Roman Reigns here in the UWF and we cut back to Roman Reigns noticeably with a different face. No longer rocking a goatee but a full beard you can see a smile on his face almost like he got his teeth done during the time he was away Roman Reigns is still smiling as he talks.

Roman Reigns: I mean look at this guy. This guy right there is going out there kicking ass taking names. You may be sitting here asking yourself? What can’t this guy do? Well I can tell you what he can’t do… He can’t get the job done.

The theme of the truth reigns comes to a crashing halt and Roman Reigns speaks.

Roman Reigns: I have held the title before but for all my moments of brilliance there is more moments of failure. Over and over again I have failed. My family we don’t accept failure. We don’t like that what so ever. We are the proud Anoi family, and well me I am now there Tribal Chief. So I decided the time I was away from the UWF it was time to take it more seriously. I did it all but when you think of UWF my name doesn’t even get brought up. Guys like AJ Styles… Kevin Steen… Dean Ambrose… Daniel Bryan… hell even Larry Sweeney are held with more reverence than Roman Reigns. You know how embarrassing that is? My own cousin Jimmy.. Yes Jimmy is well more respected than Roman Reigns. And that’s when I realized I must change but when you become Tribal Chief you can’t go in this alone. Thankfully I chose the right man to be my wiseman.

Roman leans back in his chair and the Wiseman Paul Heyman pops into frame and Heyman answers him.



Paul Heyman: Yes my tribal chief.

Roman Reigns: Wiseman…. Tell me why is that you’re with the Tribal Chief?

Paul Heyman: Well my Tribal Chief it is simple it is because you come from a long line of successful Samoan heritage and lineage from Afa to your father Sika the Samoans. I mean the Anoi family tree is as long and successful in wrestling history. As a proud wrestling historian it makes me sick that we don’t have another successful Samoan on top of the industry at this very moment.

Roman Reigns: Wiseman that’s enough.

Roman get’s a nice smirk once again showing off those new set of teeth that he has and he goes on and he talks.

Roman Reigns: You see this man he has helped the likes of many men here in the UWF and the common denominator is this. You have Paul Heyman on your side you end up winning and that isn’t a prediction it is a spoiler.

Heyman smiles nodding in agreement and Roman goes on rubbing his hands like he is the villain of the week. Roman flashes that smile on more time and he goes and speaks again.

Roman Reigns: So when I chose my wiseman I thought I was set ready to go on and smash all the people in front of me. But the ancestors they wanted to make sure I was protected. I’m the head of the table. I’m the guy they can’t have me be there without protection. I need someone to have my back they said. So they sent me one of the toughest and baddest men from the mean streets of Northridge, California.

In comes Roman Reigns younger cousin Solo Sikoa the Street champ comes in wearing his trademark sleeveless hoodie and he has a red leigh in his hand. Roman talks.

Roman Reigns: Now Solo he isn’t here to fight my battles. He is here to solve my problems. You see I don’t got time for some people coming at me. The Tribal Chief is trying to restore honor to the Anoi family. So if there is a problem that needs to be solved I turn to him.I turn to the Street Champ Solo Sikoa.

Solo goes and he puts the red leigh around the neck of the Tribal Chief and he utters probably the most words you will ever here from him.

Solo Sikoa: I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief.

Roman smiles and nods. The smile he has been flashing this whole time turns into a serious expression and Roman Reigns goes and he speaks.

Roman Reigns: Soon everyone else in the UWF will Acknowledge ME!

The package fades with all three men throwing up the ones in the sky.




DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…



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

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

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

Tony Chimel: And the opponent…



The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs with a strong grip with microphone in hand. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans.



The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts walking down the ramp with bold brash confidence. He slides up onto the apron, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus:

RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.

The Warhorse headbangs as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. As the song fades, the Warhorse gets ready for his match.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, WARHORSE and Finn start circling each other in a feeling out process as the fans break out in dueling chants. The portion of the crowd in favor of the Mafia associate chant, “Let’s go, Balor!” while the portion of the crowd in favor of WARHORSE, a larger portion admittedly, chant, “RULE FINN’S ASS!”.

Tom Phillips: These two haven’t even touched yet and the crowd’s already on fire!

Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE hasn’t been in a UWF ring since Bad Blood 2021 so the excitement for him is especially high.

Corey Graves: That’s two years worth of ring rust. Let’s see if it trips him up and how much.

The two lock up in the center of the ring as the dueling chants are replaced with audible cheers as Balor gets the better of his opponent and backs WARHORSE up into the corner. As WARHORSE touches the corner, Finn lets go of the lock-up and blasts him with a European Uppercut. As the metalhead is dazed, Finn climbs up and starts pummeling the head of WARHORSE with punches as the crowd counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

As Finn cocks his fist and throws an eleventh, WARHORSE puts his hand in the way, catching the fist as he throws a punch with his other hand into the abdomen of Balor. Balor hunches forward from the pain of the impact as WARHORSE grabs him and charges out of the corner, reversing into and connecting with a Sit-Down Powerbomb. Balor lies there clearly jarred, the fans chanting, “That was metal!” as WARHORSE goes over to the ropes and throws up the horns with his right hand as he begins to headbang.

Tom Phillips: An impressive way out of his predicament in the corner for sure but I don’t think celebrating is the wisest way to follow up on it!

Mauro Ranallo: We can only hope for the sake of all of WARHORSE’s fans and WARHORSE himself that it’s short-lived.

Corey Graves: If not, Finn Balor’s about to eat his lunch!

Unfortunately, WARHORSE gets too caught up in the celebrating and doesn’t see Finn coming as Finn brings his hands together and runs up behind WARHORSE, blasting him in the back of the head with a Double Axe Handle as WARHORSE takes a tumble forward, his abdomen on the ropes resulting in him teetering as Finn grabs him and dumps him the rest of the way over the rope to the outside floor. Balor runs to the opposite ropes now and, as he comes off them, leaps up and completely clears the ropes in front of him as well as the apron as he comes crashing down on WARHORSE with a Double Foot Stomp!

Tom Phillips: Ouch! I don’t know if that qualifies as Finn eating WARHORSE’S lunch but he certainly scrambled it on that landing.

Mauro Ranallo: If WARHORSE isn’t bleeding internally right now, it’s a medical miracle.

Corey Graves: I can’t tell if he’s coughed up blood or his face paint is running.

Indeed it’s blood running from the mouth of the WARHORSE as he’s sitting up holding his abdomen with one arm and coughing into the forearm of the other. Meanwhile Finn is mockingly head banging as the crowd boos. WARHORSE starts climbing to a vertical base now, still holding his abdomen, as he throws a punch at the head banging Balor, knocking him to a seated position. Finn looks a little shocked, having just been caught off guard, as WARHORSE stops holding his abdomen and gestures for Finn to stand up. Balor obliges as WARHORSE goes for a Discus Punch, Finn bracing for impact, then stops short and instead slaps the taste out of the mouth of the former Prince Devitt.

Finn doesn’t take too kindly to the disrespect as he goes for a wide right but WARHORSE leaps up onto the ring apron to avoid it and then leaps off, connecting to the back of Finn with his own Double Foot Stomp affectionately referred to by WARHORSE and his fanbase as the Ass Ruler.

Tom Phillips: YEAH! RULE HIS ASS, WARHORSE!

Corey Graves: Let’s not revert back to this, Tom. You were actually giving tolerable commentary for once!

Mauro Ranallo: Don’t crush his spirit.

As Balor is sprawled out on the floor, WARHORSE re-enters the ring and starts head banging again as the referee begins to count Finn out.

ONE!


TWO!

Finn is still sprawled out as WARHORSE continues head banging.

THREE!


FOUR!

Finn starts to stir as he puts his hands down and pushes up with his arms.

FIVE!

Finn climbs to a vertical base.

SIX!

Finn turns towards the ring, seeing WARHORSE is distracted.

SEVEN!

Finn climbs up onto the apron and then to the top turnbuckle as he leaps off, looking for a Double Axe Handle to the top of WARHORSE’S head but WARHORSE lands a kick to the abdomen as Finn comes down, then grabs him and connects with a T-Bone Suplex into a pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THR…NO!

At the last possible moment, Finn gets the shoulder up. WARHORSE runs his hands through his hair, looking frustrated as Finn points and laughs at him, prompting WARHORSE to connect with a Headbutt as Balor is knocked flat. WARHORSE runs to the corner now and positions himself on the top as Finn sits up, his back turned to his opponent. Finn puts his hands at each side and starts pushing up to get to a vertical base again but as soon as he gets there, WARHORSE leaps and connects with the Ass Ruler as he again goes for the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!



Tom Phillips: YES!

Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE has done it! WARHORSE is victorious in his re-debut!

Corey Graves: All I can say is WARHORSE better hope he didn’t just make himself an enemy of The Mafia.

As WARHORSE celebrates his win, Revolution continues elsewhere.




The titantron cuts to Samoa Joe and Kurt Angle walking down the hallway after their match, as the pair walk down the hallway, Joe still has a smirk on his face while Kurt has that look of intensity still on his face. The pair come to the interview space but there is no one there waiting for them. There are two mics and the pair pick the mics up, Joe speaking first.







Samoa Joe: You know Kurt, despite the fact that there is no one here to interview us, guess Renee is out on a smoke break, I think you and I are up for plenty of talking, what do you say old buddy.



Kurt would nod, picking up his mic.



Kurt Angle: I think that would be perfect Joe, because there are a lot of things I would like to get off my gold medal wearing chest.



Joe would smirk and continue talking.



Samoa Joe: Now Angle I would like to clear something up here. You weren’t the one to attack Spike Dudley a couple of weeks ago, were you.







Angle would shake his head.



Kurt Angle: I certainly was not Joe.



Nodding, Joe would continue.



Samoa Joe: No, that would be our other friend who unfortunately could not be here tonight. Something about having to shoot a movie or something but it sounded strange no matter what it was but don’t worry folks, they will be back soon.



Now onto what everyone is wondering Kurt, why did you decide to come back to the UWF and join me in my campaign to fix the UWF. Last time anyone saw you here, you were a mentor to former UWF World Champion, Seth Rollins but then you disappeared.



Joe would back off and allow Kurt to collect his thoughts. Kurt would then speak.







Kurt Angle: Yeah the last time I was here, I was a mentor to Seth and it made me realize what the issue with this company was. Like Joe has said over the past few weeks. This company has become soft. Back when guys like me and Joe were world champions, this place was run by the powerful and now look at us. Our world champion is some guy in a hat. Our Intercontinental Champion is a spoiled rich kid in a scarf. The only champion I can respect is JBL because he understands that to survive, you need to be rough.



No one exemplifies the issues of this company better than Spike and the Dudley boys. They come out every week and act like idiots for the crowd and it is not the three I’s that I ingrained into this company when I was world champion. If I need to remind you people it’s: Intensity. Integrity and Intelligence and those three stooges don’t exemplify any of them but guys like Me and Joe do and once we’re all done: the whole of the UWF will as well.



Backing off, Angle would allow Joe to close off.







Samoa Joe: I couldn’t have said it better myself Kurt. Spike, you brought this on yourself over a month ago when you tried to get involved in my business and then tried to duck me for weeks, It took me coming to find you to sort this out and now, the numbers game isn’t in your favor anymore but it is in ours. It’ll be a miracle if Bubba can ever walk again after that beating, Spike. That was just the first lesson Spike. You three might be more interested in Sports Entertainment but we’re more interested in Sports Education and class well…. Class is in session.



With that, Joe and Kurt would walk off screen, the titantron cutting.




The next segment opens to the unclosed locker room door of one “Will Ospreay”, sat with his back turned to the entrance of the locker room, Ospreay slouches over on his lonesome, unwrapping the tight bandages compressing against his ribcage. Taking a deep breath in and a sigh afterwards, resting his head upon one hand, the Aerial Assassin gives himself space to think.





The Brit’s been locked in pensive thought for awhile, about plenty of things. About the injury, about the crowd, about the UWF… About Sami…?

Speaking of which, a familiar face bursts through the locker room doors. No, not Sami himself, but someone who has plenty of words to say about him.





Mark Davis

“Will. We need to talk.”

Startled from his solo thinking session, Ospreay turns his head to see the face of his close pal, Mark Davis.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“Mark? What’s up?”

Mark Davis

“Are we just letting your ‘mentor’ put you into situations now because he feels like it?”

Giving himself one moment’s reprieve more, Ospreay pauses before replying.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“...Are we talking about Sami?”

Mark Davis

“Who else would I be–”

Davis cuts himself off and refocuses onto the reason he came to The Assassin’s room in the first place.

“Look mate, I love you and all but you really need to pick your shit up. What’s even going on now? Are you really going to let one injury destroy your momentum? Are you just letting one man decide your career trajectory for his own benefit? You should be past all this by now, but you keep clutching on for some reason that… I don’t even know. Do you reckon you’ve got anything left to actually gain from this relationship? Can’t you see that he just uses you as a bargaining chip? That challenge to Kyle and Edge, tonight? What was that? Do you even agree to this trite or does he just go out there without telling you a thing and reveal it to you in the moment? You just let him throw your name around like he owns it or something. It’s like y-you’re put on the same level as his hand-trained goons, like… get a sense of self-worth, mate.”

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“I get it, Mark, bu–...”

Mark cuts his sentence short, he wants to get the point across. He really wants to.

Mark Davis

“No. You don’t. Because you told me you got it the last two times as well, and never did anything. He doesn’t even value a single thing you do for him - and hell! - He even tries to take your accomplishments and pass them off as his own. And yet you just keep letting it fester and piss you off even more… But how much more until it’s enough, Will? How much until you actually get a grip and drop his ass?”

Davis shakes his head and grows visibly frustrated, looking to the side and throwing his head in his hands. The Commonwealth Kingpin interjects.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“Listen to me bruv. I get it. What do you think I’ve been doing for the past few weeks through my injury, Mark? Sitting on my arse absentmindedly? What do you think I’ve been thinking about since the first time I took up a position “under wing”? I know what I’m doing.”

His friend doesn’t respond.

“I’m going to sort this out. I’m going to do something about it. I’m just waiting for the right time, surely you understand that. Just… give me more time. Trust me on this.”

Mark Davis

“Well… You should sort it out soon, or he’s going to keep pulling bloody stunts like tonight - every week and week after that - until you do something about it.”

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“I know… I’ve just been giving myself some time to rest... “

Ospreay lets aloud a slow sigh.

“And bruv - you know what… it’s been good to take a step back for once, all things considered, this injury has been pretty helpful… I’ve actually had the time to mull over some things besides this whole situation, I’ve had some time for myself, even if I have to be reeled in for a favour or two every once in a while… like some sort of dog on a leash.”

Mark Davis

“Yeah - and that shouldn’t be happening, mate. You’re your own man, and you’re a generational talent, why do you need a bloody handler?”

Will sighs once again, he doesn’t respond, but instead turns on his phone and opens his contacts to Sami’s page.

Mark Davis

“Well whatever… I need to talk more, but right now, I need to go. I’ll catch up with you at a pub or something, not sure which one, I’ll shoot you an address or something for one later.”

Ospreay puts his phone away back into his pocket, raising an open hand in dismay to wave goodbye.

“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay

“Yeah, see you later I suppose…”

The scene fades slowly to black as the two part ways, the show rolling onwards to the next segment.






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.



"Better Than You" begins to play and there is a tidal wave of boos from the fans. After a few moments MJF begins to swagger out of the entrance way. Following behind him is Jake Hager. MJF laughs at the fans who are trying to get under his skin as he walks towards the ring. He adjusts the Intercontinental Championship around his waist just to rub it in their face that he has it.

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

The fans erupt even louder and MJF doesn't pay them any mind. He walks into the ring and Hager opens the ropes for him. He stands in the middle of the ring flexing a bit and smirking as his music fades. MJF pulls the belt from around his waist and hands it over to Hager for safe keeping.

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DING DING DING


As soon as the bell rings, McIntyre confidently starts walking over to MJF and the he slips his top half through the ropes and tells the ref to get him to back off. Drew does, his pissed off demeanor in recent weeks giving way to a more calm yet intimidating presence. Drew backs to the center of the ring sweeps his arm out indicating that the floor is MJF's. The Intercontinental Champion comes out of the corner and rolls his shoulders, getting them warmed up for what's to come and they go to lock up but MJF ducks it and instead goes to the outside. Drew can only smile as MJF decides to take a lap and flicks off the crowd as he walks around the ring.


Corey Graves: Mind games, I like it.

Tom Phillips: Mind games or cowardice?

Corey Graves: The best way to get a guy like Drew McIntyre off his game is to piss him off so that he makes a mistake.

Mauro Ranallo: Normally I'd agree with you but pissing off a 6 foot 6 Scotsman who crushed another man with his car is probably the last thing I'd want to do.

Corey Graves: No yeah, you're right. I tried to have Danhausen Eternal Sunshined out of my memory but thanks for bringing that back up Mauro!


Drew exits the ring and goes to cut off Friedman at the pass but he catches wind of it and slides back into the ring. Hager however comes over to Drew and he's none to happy about the insults that were thrown his way by McIntyre. He stands in front of him with his arms crossed and Drew just smiles. He looks out to the crowd as if you say get a load of this guy but MJF comes barreling out with a Baseball slide to knock Drew into the barricade. MJF stays on him and clubs him multiple times but Drew fights through the attack and shoves him away. MJF runs back inside and Drew follows him in. The so called Chosen One of the Chosen People tries to smother him as he's getting in but Drew just kinda tackles him and starts throwing some punches of his own. MJF scrambles to the ropes and hugs them tightly telling the ref to get McIntyre away from him.


Tom Phillips: So let me guess Corey, this more mind games?

Corey Graves: It's not mind games just mindful thinking. It's called wrestling smart. He knows the rules and he uses them to the best of his abilities.

Mauro Ranallo: And he knows how to break them to the best of his abilities.


Drew backs off and MJF pulls himself up. He paces back and forth talking to himself and is hyping himself up. He slaps both shoulder and lifts a hand in the air for a test of strength. Drew just laughs but MJF is serious. The 6 foot 6 Scotsman walks over and extends up to grab his hand but MJF goes low with a kick to the gut! Or at least that was the plan but Drew had it scouted and catches his boot. He pulls him in for a massive Clothesline! Drew picks him back up right away and throws him onto his shoulders before delivering the Fireman's Carry Gutbuster! MJF tries to roll away but Drew catches his foot and pulls him into a pin.



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MJF kicks out! Drew picks him up by his hair and just straight throws him into the corner. He uses those long limbs to put his boot across the throat of MJF and starts choking him out. The ref counts to 5, Drew taking every second before moving away at 4. Drew backs up but then charges at him. MJF gets his feet up to deck him in the face but Drew catches his legs. He turns around and pulls MJF away and he ends up hanging upside down over his back. McIntyre brings him forward with the Reverse Alabama Slam! Friedman's face bounces off the mat and McIntyre makes the cover!



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Tom Phillips: This whole match MJF has been trying to get one up on Drew McIntyre but it looks like the first ever Prime Time Champion has got him scouted.

Mauro Ranallo: McIntyre has been a World Champion all over the globe except here in the UWF. He hopes to do the same come Final Battle and MJF should not have taken him lightly.


Drew picks up MJF and gets him in the double underhooks. It's looking like his future is about to be shocked but he rushes forward and backs McIntyre into the corner. He stands up straight and gives Drew a thumb right to the eye! McIntyre tries to walk away using the ropes as guidance but MJF gives him a Chop Block to the back of the leg! The Destroyer falls to his knees and MJF runs to the ropes to build some momentum for a Running Knee that knocks Drew through the ropes. He hangs on and goes to pull himself up but MJF shoulders him in the gut. McIntyre is now hunched over and MJF sticks his head between his legs and uses the ropes to drive his skull into the mat with the Heat Seeker! He pulls Drew away from the ropes and makes the pin.



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McIntyre kicks out! MJF looks shocked but he jumps right on him and starts swinging on him. He picks him up and tries for a Powerbomb but Drew falls to a knee to prevent it. He instead stands up tall and MJF goes flying over into a Back Body Drop! He holds his back and crawls over to the ropes. Drew comes over and gives him a Big Boot to the outside! Hager comes over and tries to help him to his feet but he's just to him up to fall back down as the big man comes flying through the ropes with a Suicide Dive! The fans cheer the athleticism but Drew gives them a look and they sit right the fuck back down. He throws MJF into the ring and he complains to the ref about his neck. Drew goes to follow him in but Hager takes advantage of the ref's back being turned and pulls Drew back down. He goes to clobber him with a punch but Drew instead gives him a Glasgow Kiss! He mean mugs him before entering the ring but gets caught with a Superkick! He falls to a knee and MJF goes behind him to execute a Pumphandle Slam! He makes the pin.



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Mauro Ranallo: Hager's plan backfired but it was still enough to get MJF the advantage.

Corey Graves: I'd like to see William Regal put his body in the line of fire like that.


MJF grabs Drew's arm and flips him over onto his stomach to put him in the Salt of the Earth. Drew however pushes himself up to his knees and manages to not allow MJF to extend his arm out. Friedman tries to elbow him in the back of the head over and over but McIntyre fights through the hits back up to his feet where he shoves MJF away. Maxwell runs back at him but eats the Glasgow Kiss! He's stumbles backwards to the ropes but McIntyre grabs him and hits the Future Shock DDT! He makes the pin!



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But MJF places his foot on the bottom rope! Drew figures no problem. He walks over to the corner and leans down, measuring him as he's trying to pick himself up. Hager ends up grabbing his foot before he can take off and Drew kicks his hand away. MJF blindsides him with a Clothesline in the corner. He pulls him out and hits the Double Underhook Shoulder Breaker! Drew grabs at his shoulder and rolls to the corner. MJF comes over and trash talks him before washing his boot in his face over and over. He runs to the other side of the ring and comes back with a Running Boot to the side of the face! He drags McIntyre to the center of the ring and flips him over before stepping on his legs and grabbing the arms to lift him into the Surfboard.


Tom Phillips: MJF is doing whatever it takes to weaken that arm of McIntyre's.

Corey Graves: That's always his game plan and the fact that everyone knows it and can't prevent it says a lot about his skill.


The sheer size of McIntyre makes it hard to keep him up and he goes down to his knees. MJF keeps pulling though but Drew is able to lean forward and MJF goes to stand to keep his arm pulled back but it just gives McIntyre room to get up and break free. He clobbers the Intercontinental Champion with a European Uppercut but it just pisses MJF off. He comes right back at Drew but The Destroyer grabs onto him and sends him flying with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! MJF yells about his back and tells the ref he needs attention. Hager slides into the ring but Drew cuts him down with the Claymore! Drew kicks him out of the ring but turns around into a Cave In by the UWF Champion! Trevor Lee exits the ring just as fast. MJF scurries over and makes the pin.



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But McIntyre gets the shoulder up at 3! MJF starts stomping down on his shoulder and tries to flip him over again for the Salt of the Earth but McIntyre rolls through and gets to his feet. He shoves MJF away but he hangs onto the ropes. McIntyre com,es over with another Big Boot but MJF ducks it and lowers the rope. Drew gets caught on the top rope and MJF pulls him in for a School Boy! He's got a handful of tights and as the ref drops down to make the count, the Intercontinental Champion places his feet on the ropes!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, MJF!




Tom Phillips: Well it took 3 men but Drew McIntyre has finally been beaten.

Mauro Ranallo: I think that may have been the wrong move if you ask me.


MJF is quick to leave the ring and head up the ramp. Lee is smiling at Drew who looks pissed. He stands up to go on the attack but The Butcher and Lance Cade come into the ring to attack him. McIntyre fights them off as best he can but Lee joins in for the numbers game and it's enough to keep McIntyre down. Lee grabs onto him and puts him in the Political Aspirations. Drew's life seems to be fading from his eyes and he's out on his feet. Lee instructs both Butcher ad Cade to hit the ropes. They do and come back to center of the ring and Lee dips out of the way as they give Drew the Harlan Bomber! McIntyre is laid out and the trio stand over him with the UWF Championship raised in Lee's hand as the show comes off the air.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Hayter vs Mysterio - CWalker
Balor vs WARHORSE - Dresden
El Duo Dinamico vs Edge & O'Reilly - Gunn
Dudleyz vs Angle & Joe - Fauche
MJF vs McIntyre - Danny

[Dres]

Really solid stuff this edition. The Drew/EC3/Lee segment was great stuff as was the reveal of Kurt Angle as Joe’s partner and of course the Bray promo was top notch. Also, L…A….Knight is back, baby! Things are rolling on Revolution and I love it!

[AndyDNU]

A bit of a late dash to get the opening segment in place (typing my last part from bed due to the time difference) but all in all really pleased with how it turned out and hope Danny and Leedles feel the same way.

Fauche’s Kyle O’Reilly is a pure blessing and if doesn’t ever get character Hall of Fame status one day then that’s a damn shame. Bayley’s aight too. Awesome interview segment here.

Nice win for Hayter here and the best way to bounce back after an initial setback from the previous week. Rey will be alright because it’s Jimmy and you can’t keep that guy down.

Renee already out there earning that paycheck with another interview before the next match. This time a fun back and forth with Stacy’s take on the ongoing beef between Joe and Spike.

A more composed looking Vinny Marseglia on display this week. Looking forward to finding out just what he’s alluding to and how it’s going to impact the overall landscape of things.

Good tag match up next and nice work building some tension between the KOTR finalists. Got another week to see if it’ll boil over or if things will remain settled ahead of the FB main event. Very well put together little setup at the end for another tag match next week with Bayley/Christian and Zayn/Ospreay.

I’m very much looking forward to Cassidy and MJF squaring off in a couple weeks’ time. Two very contrasting characters and both Crann and Xander have been on excellent TT’ing form lately so it’s got all the makings of a cracker I reckon.

Fantastic to see LA Knight back in the fold with the slight change in attitude, but still keeping that what makes him the megastar that he is very much in play. I’m sure Cwalker will pick up the hot momentum again in no time.

Another outstanding Wyatt promo from Rey. Really love the jumps between the different sides of the character like we’re getting a greatest hits compilation of sorts. Fantastic stuff.

Kurt f’n Angle! Certainly wasn’t expecting that twist. Superb match and nice way of involving him with the Joe/Spike feud which has been a joy to watch progressing the way it has.

Looks like Ospreay has been ostracized and the LWO certainly ain’t doing themselves any favours either. Interested to see how this new feud will play out.

Roman Reigns is back huh? That’s cool, Heyman too and Solo to boot. Intrigued to see what a UWF take on the Bloodline will be like.

Nice to see the Warhorse victorious in his comeback. Hopefully not too demoralising a loss for Balor who at least has another shot at getting the TV title back at Final Battle.

Had another enjoyable thread with Xander this week and happy for him to have prevailed ahead of the OC feud. Only fair that Lee gets a measure of payback following McIntyre’s actions from the previous week. Another super show this week and nice to see a good promo/segment mix on offer. Thank you to all the match writers for your efforts too. Until next time, have a good weekend everyone.