Revolution 6/30/23

[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 inch closer to Final Battle!

Mauro Ranallo: Right you are, Tom. Like when Sami Zayn and Will Ospreay take on the team of Bayley and Christian.

Corey Graves: Easy outcome to predict if you ask me. Just like when WARHORSE steps to JBL tonight.

Tom Phillips: Also on tap, Jamie Hayter versus Cody Rhodes.

Mauro Ranallo: And you have to imagine Vinny Marseglia will be watching closely as Bray Wyatt makes his in-ring return against Orange Cassidy.

Corey Graves: And in our main event, The Butcher looks to soften up Drew McIntyre. All this and more tonight. Don’t go anywhere!






The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.



Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.



Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!

Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.




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



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

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


VS


DING DING DING


Both men meet up in the center of the ring but Cassidy just stands there with his hands in his pockets. Wyatt smiles and seems almost eager to play as he sort of bounces with joy. Orange goes for his devastating combo, the shin kicks and Wyatt reacts like he would with a child, grabbing at his shins with each kick, the pain etched all over his face. Cassidy backs up for the Superkick to the shins and Wyatt falls back and holds his leg rolling around in pain.


Mauro Ranallo: People think Orange Cassidy is simply playing mind games but what happens when you go up against someone who is all about mind games.


Wyatt rolls to the outside and is limping around ringside. Cassidy just at him, not really reacting one way or another. He slides back into the ring and crawls over to him, dragging his feet behind him like his legs don't work. He's all smiles as he's down in front of him before picking himself up. He says it's his turn and he starts copying OC, slowly kicking at his shins. Cassidy however doesn't react at all and as Bray slowly backs up for the Superkick, Orange catches his foot with his own and knocks it down and delivers a slow chop to the chest. Bray sells it like death and walks around the ring holding his chest. He comes over to Cassidy and delivers one of his own but again, OC no sells. Wyatt instead winds up for a big slow Clothesline but Orange casually walks forward and ducks it, walking past him and gently bouncing off the ropes and coming back at Wyatt with his arm out. Bray is looking around shocked like he doesn't know what to do and when Cassidy comes over Bray takes the hit and flops onto his back, flipping over like The Rock just got stunned. Cassidy walks over and pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin.



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Wyatt gets the shoulder up at 2.5! He crawls away looking exasperated. He uses the ropes to help himself up and comes back at Orange to give him a throat jab. Cassidy no sells it like always and now you can see Bray get a little frustrated. He yells at him to play along and throws another slow throat jab. The Prime Time Medalist doesn't budge and Wyatt frowns and throws a big lariat that takes down OC. Wyatt starts to just stomp down at him before picking him up and lifting him up for a Vertical Suplex before just tossing him across the ring.



Corey Graves: Looks like Bray Wyatt is angry that Orange refused to play along.

Tom Phillips: That's because it's not an act by Orange. He needs to power of vitamin D to power up.

Corey Graves: Why doesn't he just drink it before the match starts?

Tom Phillips: ...


Bray brings him back up and whips him to the ropes. Cassidy comes running back up to him and dodges a lariat, hitting the ropes and coming back with a Satellite DDT! Wyatt rolls out of the ring right away and Cassidy runs to the ropes and comes back with a dive to the outside but Bray catches him with a Throat Thrust and Cassidy crashes and burns on the outside. Bray picks him up and throws him into the barricade, then into the ring apron, then into the barricade, and then back into the ring apron. He does this about 4 times before he finally throws Cassidy back into the ring and comes in to make the pin.



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Cassidy kicks out! Orange looks over to his corner where a bottle of sweet sweet vitamin C. He reaches out for it but Bray comes over and kicks it and it goes flying into the crowd. Cassidy looks exasperated while Wyatt holds his hands to his mouth as if to say "oops". He picks up Orange and bends him over his knee. He goes for the Sister Abigail but Orange slips free and lays in a Orange Punch! Wyatt is dazed and ends up falling out of the ring through the ropes!


Mauro Ranallo: OC managed to knock Wyatt out but just his luck, Bray manages to fall to the outside.

Corey Graves: Orange just wasn't meant to win this if you ask me.


Orange goes to the outside and tries to pick up Wyatt but he doesn't really have the strength to do it. A fan however has managed to save his OJ and brings it up to the front row. Orange gives him a lazy fist bump and chugs the nutritious drink. His pupils expand and he picks up Wyatt with ease and throws him back into the ring. Wyatt is dazed but gets to his feet, walking into the waiting arms of Orange who delivers a Michinoku Driver into the pin!



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Wyatt kicks out! Cassidy picks him up from behind and pulls him in to set up for the Blue Thunder Bomb but Bray squeezes his head and punches him in the face. Cassidy retreats to the corner where Wyatt squishes him with a Body Avalanche! Bray is all smiles as he grabs hold of Cassidy and begins to dance with him. He goes to lean him over his knee but Cassidy flips though into a DDT! He makes the pin!



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Wyatt kicks out! OC backs away to his corner and waits as Bray starts to rise. His back is towards Orange but OC takes off at him only for Wyatt to surprise him with the Jump Scare Clothesline! Wyatt follows that up with a big Senton, flattening the Prime Time Medalist. Wyatt picks him up right away and cradles him, rocking back and forth and swings him up for the Gutbuster but Cassidy lands on his feet and instead gives him a Superkick to the jaw! Wyatt is stunned and turns away but Orange pulls him in for the Blue Thunder Bomb into the pin!



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Wyatt kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Orange Cassidy is really proving his worth here tonight by taking it to a former UWF Champion.

Corey Graves: Might be some ring rust from Wyatt.

Tom Phillips: You just can't find a way to compliment Orange Cassidy can you?

Corey Graves: I think he's pretty good... as a cure for insomnia.


Orange rolls to the ropes but it looks like he's starting to feel a little sluggish, the effects of the OJ coming down. He puts himself in defense mode and by that I mean he puts his hands in his pockets. Wyatt is up and Orange delivers a Running Front Dropkick and kips up to his feet. Bray flops over but rolls back up to his feet. Cassidy still has some juice in him as he does his devastting combo but there some actual power to them this time. He backs up for the Superkick but Wyatt grabs his foot. He stands up while Orange is trying to balance on one foot and pulls him into a big Uranage! He goes for the cover!



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Cassidy kicks out! Wyatt walks over to the corner and grabs the ropes before leaning backwards. He crawls on all fours upside down towards Cassidy who's trying to get up when a red balloon ends up flying out by ringside and it catches Bray's eye. He turns and sees none other than Vinny Marseglia peek his head out. He's laughing and Bray joins in on the laughter. Vinny gets onto the apron and the two stand just feet from each other laughing. Cassidy tries to take advantage and goes for the Orange Punch but Wyatt senses him and moves out of the way. Orange stops just shy of hitting Vinny and instead slowly backs away. He turns around but gets caught with a Running Body Block! Bray picks him up right away and bends him over his knee before delivering the Sister Abigail! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bray Wyatt!




Tom Phillips: That's the second time someone has inadvertently cost Orange Cassidy a match!

Corey Graves: I personally think it's just the universe giving him what he deserves.


Wyatt turns his attention right back to Marseglia. Vinny enters the ring and the two stand off. Marseglia raises his arms and the lights go off. The fans roar as they await what happens next but when the lights come back on, both men are gone. The officials quickly come into the ring to check on Cassidy as the show moves on.




As Revolution continues to roll the camera switches to the backstage area. The camera lurks for a minute before it catches Finn Balor being seated in a corner just thinking. As he notices the camera he decides to say a few words while he has the time.



Finn Balor
It’s crazy how everything could just change in an instant. From being on top of the mountain as the Television Champion to losing that championship to some old guy that ran a pyramid scheme to get his riches that he flaunts. To being squashed by Warhorse in his debut, I guess that’s just my bad karma coming back to get me. Or maybe it’s a wake up call to myself to realize what’s really going on around me and my circle. We went from being on top of the game to being a joke squad, to where people think they can play games with us. I get the game that you’re trying to play JBL, you’re trying to turn us against each other for your good. But I’m gonna let you in on a lil secret, a lil
business move, put all your money on me because I am walking out as the Television Champion!

Finn Balor takes a pause before he continues to speak

Finn Balor
At this point even Cody Rhodes is gonna have to see the real Finn Balor if he thinks that he’ll be the one bringing the title back to The Mafia. It’s no pressure. I'm starting to get used to the guy, but if he thinks he's gonna be able to pull a fast one on me he has another thing coming. He stands alongside me but don’t think for a day in your life he’s got my full trust because at the end of the day you never know how a person feels about the past. I wouldn't be surprised if JBL is just using Cody Rhodes to pull a fast one on me to keep that Television Championship he’s keeping warm for me! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he paid Cody off in order to win that championship in the first place, but that’s a story for another time.

Finn Balor takes another pause before he begins to speak.



Finn Balor
As for Final Battle, I’m more focused than ever and I've been sitting here playing out and thinking of every possible way that I could mess up and I don’t see any of them happening in real life. JBL can do all the talking he wants. He can write his little speech, run it through his cabinet then spit it out to all of you, but at the end of that match he will fall. Now don’t get me wrong he’s a big boy and I couldn’t knock him down before, but you know what they say the bigger they are the harder they fall! Keep my title warm Bradshaw!




The scene opens with the American Nightmare Cody Rhodes getting ready before he step out to the ring for his match against Jaime Hayter.

Cody Rhodes: As I stand here, taking a breath in and out. I think of all the times I have been wrestling in UWF. Yes, I am thinking about the good and bad memories of me walking through the curtains and taking center stage to perform every single night for the crowd. All the excitement and fire that sent chills into my spine. I have always enjoyed that feeling. Even though I am heading to my last match here on Revolution. I have a huge fire that has lightened up in me and it is preparing to burn tonight. Jamie Hayter may be wrestling here for a few weeks or so. But she isn't new to wrestling people of the past. I have seen her recently defeat a legend, Rey Mysterio, easily last week. So tonight will be a different kind of story. Usually Jamie may think she will come out on top tonight and earn a spot on the PPV spot by defeating me. We will have to see about that.

Jamie may be extremely talented and one of the toughest wrestlers here in UWF. But the problem is she hasn't faced a former UWF Champion who is considered one of the toughest and dangerous wrestlers in UWF. Let's put all the respect aside because I always respect all my opponents unlike Jamie who doesn't. I am willing to show Jamie what it means to be one of the toughest and dangerous wrestlers who ruled UWF a decade ago as UWF Champion. I will show her how to get the work done and how to get gold easily my way. I have done this rodeo a million times and it doesn't get old for me. But whoever wins tonight, Jamie Hayter will learn how to respect all legends that have paved a way for them to become successful in UWF before she even joined. As for Final Battle, I will finish what I have started. I will go all out on the limb and pull out all the stops. I will give both JBL and Finn Balor the fight of their life. I will be coming into Final Battle as the old dangerous and ruthless Cody Rhodes who is willing to whatever it takes to win. By the end of the night, I will be ending my wrestling career and be crowned as the new UWF TV Champion.

At the Final Battle, not only will I fulfill my goal of becoming UWF TV Champion. I will win it in front of my beloved family, friends, wife and daughter. I will also be doing this for the fans who have supported me all throughout my journey here in UWF. I wouldn't be here without them. Tonight at Revolution, the American Nightmare teaches Jamie a hard lesson about respect. I will see you JBL and Finn Balor at the Final Battle.

Cody Rhodes stares at the camera before he leaves and the camera shows him walking toward the curtains.






We cut backstage and see the Tribal Chief sitting in the locker room next to the ‘Street Champ’ Solo Sikoa. The Wiseman Paul Heyman then approaches Reigns, and Reigns looks up and speaks.



Roman Reigns: Wiseman.

Paul Heyman: Yes, my Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns: Wiseman, I am trying to understand something can you educate me?

Paul Heyman: Absolutely, my Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns: Why am I here?

Paul Heyman: Uh- excuse me, mu-mu-my Tribal Chief?

Reigns look up with a severe and stern look and respond to Heyman.

Roman Reigns: Why am I here tonight? I expected to arrive in the building tonight and have a match. Yet I look at the Revolution card, and what do I see? I see my name isn’t on the matchboard. Now why am I here? I was expecting after last week, we would have had an opponent lined up for me this week that I smash, and then we move on.

Paul Heyman: Wu-Well, it’s very simply my Tribal Chief. You see, your return needs to be extravagant and grand.

Reign's stern look becomes a ponder, and he talks to himself and says, “Extravagant.”

Paul Heyman: Yes, my Tribal Chief. Yes, Revolution is the premiere show in all of wrestling, but when this show passes by, what happens? They will need to remember. They must remember who Roman Reigns beat in his grand return to the UWF. Roman Reigns should be returning and winning at a PPV in a featured match where belongs.

Reigns ponder begins with a chuckle, and he smiles as he pats Heyman on the back. Heyman jumps a bit, and Reigns speaks.

Roman Reigns: This is why you’re the Wiseman of the Tribal Chief. I was too busy thinking of getting things done quickly, but that’s why you’re here to ensure the Tribal Chief becomes the man of this company. You’re right, Wiseman.

Paul Heyman: Thank you, my Tribal Chief. I want to share with you how the next Pay Per View is coming up. You returned at the right time.

Roman Reigns: I like to hear that, so what’s the plan?

Paul Heyman: Well, my Tribal Chief. There is a prospect in the UWF who likes to make open challenges.

Roman Reigns: Oh, is that so?

Paul Heyman: Yes, my Tribal Chief. Now this may seem unconventional, but trust me, my Tribal Chief beating this individual will help you in your return.

Roman Reigns: Okay, Wiseman, I’m listening. Who is it?

Paul Heyman: Why don’t these cameras leave, and we can discuss the game plan.

Solo Sikoa gets a look from Reigns, and Sikoa gets up and points the cameraman out of the locker room. The cameraman leaves and turns around as the door behind him closes.




We cut to some unscheduled programming brought to you by one of our UWF roster members.





TALKING!
SHIT!
WITH!
THE!
WAR!
HORSE!


After our little catchy shouty gang vocal introduction, we’re brought into the scene where we see the Warhorse run into the frame, chucking around his luscious locks of hair.





WARHORSE: HEY. IT’S WARHORSE. HERE TO INTRODUCE A NEW SEGMENT. THAT’S RIGHT, BRAND FUCKING NEW. IT’S CALLED…


TALKING.
SHIT.
WITH.
THE.
WAR.
HORSE.


WOW. IT’S SO CATCHY, THE WARHORSE BETS IT’LL BE IN YOUR HEAD FOREVER, TIL YOU’RE IN A BOX, TIL YOUR RELATIVES CRY AT YOUR COFFIN SIDE WHILE YOUR CREEPY UNCLE HITS ON YOUR SIBLINGS. IT’LL BE TILL THEN. RIGHT UP IN YOUR HEAD. LIKE A RASH. OR SOMETHING YOU WANT. IT’S NOT UP TO THE WARHORSE. DON’T ASK THE WARHORSE.


AND YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING. WHY? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN DOING HERE? WELL.


FIRST OFF - WHY THE FUCK NOT, YOU SHOULD BE THANKING THE LORD YOU’RE SEEING MORE OF THE WARHORSE. GETTING MORE WARHORSE. ANOTHER WEEKLY DOSE OF THE WARHORSE. SECONDLY - IT DEPENDS HOW DEEPLY YOU’RE ASKING THE WARHORSE THIS QUESTION. THE WARHORSE DOES NOT KNOW THE ORIGINAL REASON WHY WE EXIST ON PLANET EARTH. BUT. THE WARHORSE KNOWS THAT THIS SEGMENT’S PURPOSE IS JUST TO CHAT SHIT. SHOOT THE BREEZE. BURY THE FUCK OUTTA LAME STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS.


OR SOMETHING.


THE WARHORSE HAD A PLAN FOR THIS ONE THOUGH, SHOCKING - YEAH I KNOW. BUT, THAT PLAN WAS TO TALK ABOUT IDENTITY. THE FACT A LOT OF PEOPLE PIN THEIR IDENTITY, THEIR ENTIRE SELF WORTH ON THINGS IS INCREDIBLY DUMB.


ESPECIALLY SOMETHING LIKE MONEY.


IDENTITIES DEFINE US ENTIRELY, DEFINE WHO WE ARE, IN SIMPLE TERMS. AND TO MAKE YOUR WHOLE LIFE ON SOMETHING AS FRAGILE AS CASH. IT FEELS LIKE THE SETTING SCENE FOR SOMEONE THAT’LL VERY EASILY COLLAPSE.


JBL DOES THIS, JBL IS A CLEAR EXAMPLE OF SOMEONE WHO IS VOID OF IDENTITY WITHOUT MONEY. AND IT’S SAD TO THE WARHORSE. THE WARHORSE ALMOST FEELS BAD FOR JBL. THE WARHORSE DOES NOT FEEL BAD ABOUT THE PREMISE OF KICKING THE GUY’S ASS THOUGH.


HE MADE HIS BED AND LAID IN IT, AND THE WARHORSE LOOKS FORWARD TO FACING JBL. THE WARHORSE LOOKS FORWARD TO SEEING WHAT TYPE OF WRESTLER HE IS, WHAT TYPE OF MAN HE IS.


MAYBE HE’LL SURPRISE THE WARHORSE, WHO’S TO SAY.


Warhorse shrugs.


FINAL BATTLE IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER THE WARHORSE SEES. THE WARHORSE HAS A MATCH, FACING “THE SHARK.” GOD. THE WARHORSE CRINGES AT THE THOUGHT THAT THIS FUCKING CHUMP GOT SO OFFENDED BY ME SAYING HIS NAME SEEMED LIKE THE MAIN ATTRACTION OF SEALIFE.

BOO-HOO, FUCKING CRIED TO ETHAN I BET. I DON’T EVEN KNOW THIS GUY. SURE IT’LL BE FUN THOUGH, AS IS ANY MATCH, THE WARHORSE EATS SHITS AND PISSES PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

UH.

THAT’S ALL.


We cut.





Tony Chimel: From Atlanta, Georgia, Making their way to the ring, the American Nightmare, Cody Rhodes!


The pyro goes off as the American Nightmare come out to a huge ovation from the roaring crowd and he has a huge smile on his face.




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

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

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

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell sounds, there is a small moment of Cody and Hayter each opting to feel each other out, with Cody taking a dropstep before locking up with Jamie. Just a moment later, the two are locking up, jockeying for position, but it is Cody who takes control first. With a waistlock cinched in, it takes a few seconds for Jamie to try and break the grip of Cody, namely due to the size disparity, but eventually, she manages to use a more speedy approach to the match, racing towards the ropes and rolling forward, sending Cody through the ropes in the process. Landing on the apron, Cody pulls himself up using the ropes, and as Jamie approaches, he catches her across the jaw with a forearm, sending her staggering backwards. Re-entering the ring, though, leaves Cody exposed, as Jamie comes charging back in with a Big Boot straight to the skull of Cody, forcing him to crumple into the ring. Rolling him away from the ropes, Jamie goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

No!

Mauro Ranallo: ”A solid strike from Jamie Hayter really kicking things off in this matchup, but not quite enough to put away Cody Rhodes.”

Tom Phillips: ”So, just for clarification here: we have Jamie Hayter, who claims to be one of the best in the UWF, and then there is Cody Rhodes, the on-again off-again partner to Finn Balor and The Mafia…”

Corey Graves: ”Yeah, your point is, Tom?”

Tom Phillips: ”I’m…just not sure who I’m meant to be cheering for here, Corey.”

Corey Graves: ”And that right there is why I’m the one paid to be lead commentator for the UWF, Phillips. To make it easy on you, I’ll put it this way: if you want to support one of the best pure strikers in the business, cheer for Hayter. If you want to show solidarity with Finn Balor’s mafia, then cheer for Cody.”

Tom Phillips: ”...And if neither of those options are appealing?”

Corey Graves: ”Then just shut up and let me and Mauro handle the commentary.”

While Corey and Tom had been bickering, Jamie had been wrenching Cody away in a grounded sleeper hold, applying as much pressure on the neck as she could to try and wear away at The American Nightmare. Almost right on cue, though, Cody is beginning to fight his way up to his feet, before delivering a few elbow shots to the midsection of Hayter. Breaking her grip, Cody stumbles away from Jamie for a moment, giving a bit of breathing room. It’s room that Jamie closes quickly, however, as she charges in for a lariat, only for Cody to dodge. Rebounding off the ropes, Jamie swings again, but Cody dodges once more, this time springboarding off the ropes and connecting with a Disaster Kick to the skull!

Knocking Jamie loopy, Cody picks up Hayter looking for the end, hooking his arm around her neck in the inverted DDT position, but before he can spin it out with the Cross Rhodes, Jamie lifts a knee up to the temple of The American Nightmare not once, but twice, forcing him to break the grip. Spinning around, Hayter takes Cody into a vertical suplex grip, but Cody once more breaks free from it, with Hayter attempting another Big Boot out of it. This time, though, Cody dodges, and as Hayter turns back around, Cody is there, grabbing her by the legs, lifting her over his shoulders, and slamming her down to the mat with an Alabama Slam! Recoiling off the mat, Jamie grasps at her neck from the potential whiplash given her way, but Cody doesn’t seem quite done yet, as he heads to the second rope, calling for Hayter to get to her feet. Once she does so, Cody leaps off, and drives Jamie down to the mat by her neck once again with a Diving Second Rope Bulldog, before floating over into a cover!

One!

Two!

No!

Jamie kicks out this time, and Cody seems to be surprised at the resilience shown.

Mauro Ranallo: ”And Jamie is the one kicking out now, being put on the backfoot by Cody’s neck-targeting offense!”

Corey Graves: ”He may not be the same man he was all those years ago, but Cody Rhodes is still quite a dangerous competitor, and if Jamie Hayter’s underestimated him here, it’s going to be quite a disaster - a Beautiful Disaster, if you will.”

While Corey is channeling the spirit of Cody’s father, the only spirit Cody is showing is that of his own fighting spirit, as he beckons for Jamie to get to her feet. On wobbly legs, Jamie staggers to a vertical basis, with Cody charging forward. He hooks his arm around Jamie’s head, looking for Cross Rhodes, but as he spins out, Jamie pushes Cody off! Going chest-first into the turnbuckle, the wind is taken right out of The American Nightmare, and he turns…only to be met with a direct shot, as Jamie damn near turns him inside-out with that HAYTERADE lariat! Without wasting a second, Jamie goes into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!



Tony Chimel: ”HERE IS YOUR WINNER, JAMIE HAYTER!”

As the referee raises Jamie’s hand, she gives a small smirk before breaking away from the referee’s grasp, instead basking in the moment all on her own, having scored a big win here tonight, as Revolution rolls on…




The camera from revolution quickly cuts to the backstage area where JBL is seen headed to his limo as he gets close enough he is met with a big boot by Damian Priest! Finn Balor and Mafia Dom then begin to lay some stomps on JBL before Mafia Dom stops and takes a photo before he sends a voice message!

Mafia Dom
We understand it takes you a bit longer to get ready, but you’re gonna need to hurry up!

Finn Balor then takes the phone from Dom and speaks.

Finn Balor
Be here by Final Battle, we’ll handle business per usual until then.

The Mafia run off leaving JBL there as he begin to rise back to his feet.




The live Revolution feed transitions to Drew McIntyre, who instead of preparing for his match later on tonight appears to just be hanging around somewhere completely different looking into the distance. Realising the camera is fixed on him, he tilts his head in order to address those watching, with one person in particular on his mind.

Drew McIntyre: What's up Ethan? I know that you've scheduled me for a match tonight, and don't worry I will be there, but take a look at where I'm at just now. Does it look familiar to you?



The camera pans away from McIntyre for a moment to focus on the different environment, with it taking only a number of seconds for it to become apparent as to where The Scotsman is.

Drew McIntyre: Of course not! Why would it? It's a hospital, you don't know what one of these looks like because when you get sick, you don't go to visit the doctor, you get the doctor to come and see you, because you come from a place of privilege where you can effectively get away with wearing a new fancy suit every hour. I imagine that the dry-cleaning bill might have been quite high for the suit you had on last week when you shared the ring with me, but let's not get too sidetracked. Why exactly am I here? Well believe it or not I'm doing what you should be making a point of doing and checking in on the poor bastards that have at one point been under your employment and then subsequently shipped out to places like this when they are too broken to compete anymore. This truly is the arse-end of the UWF and the smell I'm surrounded by confirms as much. But I tell you what, why don't we have a word with one of the current inmates and see what they have to say, shall we?

McIntyre walks across and pulls back a privacy curtain revealing of all people, Danhausen!



A huge background cheer can be heard from the sold out crowd in the arena who are watching the live feed footage, as it’s revealed that their fallen hero is still alive and currently sat in a hospital wheelchair recovering from his injuries. The adulation doesn’t last long though as fans are quick to realise that Danhausen is once again in an incredibly vulnerable position with the man that took him out of action in the first place, however much to everyone’s surprise, The Scotsman appears to encourage the former Intercontinental Champion to speak up.

Danhausen: Ehh… Hello, yes! This is Danhausen here. The very nice, very evil Ultimate Wrestling Intercointinental Champion. Although with that said, Danhausen has not actually seen his title for quite some time. He thinks maybe that heinous villain King Edward stole it from him, as he very rudely interrupted Danhausen’s television time quite recently. So therefore Danhausen must find a way to teach him a lesson, the upcoming Monarch Earthquake might prove to be a good opportunity for that, but first he has to figure a way to get out of these current confines that he finds himself in. Do you think you might be able to provide Danhausen with some assistance in this matter?

The arena is sent into stunned shock and silence as it seems as though Danhausen was beaten so badly by McIntyre back at Wrestlemania that he can’t even remember it happening and seems to still think that it’s January from his recollection of what he considers to be recent events. McIntyre simply shakes his head in disgust and turns to address the camera again.

Drew McIntyre: You see that Ethan? Here lies the clown that everyone thought had perished! You know, the one who you claimed made you a truckload of money?

Danhausen: Money! Where?…

Drew McIntyre: And is this how you thank him for that? By letting him rot here in a state of amnesia? You’ve got some nerve threatening me when this is how you choose to treat people that work for you. Especially the ones with minimal talent, because they have to work that bit harder to try and prove to themselves that they aren’t just a complete waste of space that everybody else knows them to be. I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t exactly gone about things in a clean manner since coming back into the fold this year, but if you think that banning, fining, suspending, firing or punishing me in any capacity is going to hinder me in my mission then think again, because everything that currently surrounds me is all the ammunition I need to tie you up in so much litigation that even your damn grandkids will end up needing lawyers!

Danhausen: Wait, are you speaking with Ethan Ultimate by chance? Hey, Ethan Ultimate! It is Danhausen, can you send a sack of human monies, some cotton candy and a getaway blimp to Danhausen please? It re…

Before Danhausen can finish, McIntyre turns around and viciously flips his wheelchair over, knocking him out of it and onto the hard floor. As Danhausen yells in pain, McIntyre proceeds to tip over a nearby crash cart and life support machine and anything else that’s heavy and within reach in order to bury Danhausen underneath it all. Just like in horror movies that have scenes set in hospitals, there are conveniently no staff around in order to try and help the patient in need as McIntyre finishes his handiwork and looks down to see that Danhausen is barely visible under all the stuff that’s been thrown on top of him. Is he alive? Probably, but McIntyre doesn’t care and instead has one final parting message to share.

Drew McIntyre: If you keep pushing the wrong buttons, you’re never going to end up with the right outcome, and that’s what Trevor Lee is going to find out first-hand at Final Battle when I step into that ring and take the UWF Title from him!

The cold blooded Scotsman walks out of frame in order to make his way to the arena as the live feed cuts to commercial.




Revolution cuts from the in ring action. The fans have been loving the action so far as the camera goes to the backstage area. It shows Spike Dudley sitting on a trainers table with his Angel without Wings, Stacy Keibler next to him holding his hand. Spike looks a little concerned as he is swinging his leg and Stacy is looking at him. Suddenly, the door opens up and his brothers, The Dudley Boyz make their way through the door. Bubba is limping still feeling the effects from the Ankle Lock last week. The brothers nod at the Duchess of Dudleyville before they hug their brother and begin to speak.



Bubba: G'day Spike, how the Tasmanian Devil are you? Listen, I know we usually have a one and done deal with the UWF but you know.....recently we just seem to be needed more and more so guess what, this time we have decided to stick around and decide to help out just a little bit more here. Hey, just think, if EC3 was a smart man and he hasn't shown me any evidence of this yet, he would let The UWF's Greatest Tag Team get another shot at Angle and Joe after last week. I'm man enough to admit they beat us but now we know what we are up against....this time I just know it would be different but why am I telling you this and why do you care? Well my smallest brother, my blackest brother here and I were wondering if you wanted to come on a little adventure tonight with us to find those 2 cocksmacks.... Angle held onto that Ankle Lock way too long for my liking and plus who knows, they might have their little Gimp wearing a mask with them as well for you to get some revenge as well. What do you say kid?

Stacy suddenly gets to her feet, smile gone from her face as she turns serious whilst looking at D-Von.

Stacy: You didn't tell him did you? 

Spike: Argh it all makes sense now.

D-Von: No Duchess, I haven't had the chance yet but I thought it would be better whilst we were all together.

Bubba looks at all of them weirdly. He doesn't seem to know what is going on as the other 3 just keep changing focus to the other one with a concerned look on each one of their faces. 

Bubba: What the hell is going on here?

Stacy: I got a call from D-Von during the week telling me the good news but he also warned me that you would be coming to Revolution tonight looking for revenge against Angle and Joe. I personally think that's a great idea myself but there is only one problem with that.

Spike: So that's why you told me to meet you here Stace. I knew something was up. 

Bubba: Wait, we aren't here for you Spike?

Spike: No, I'm 100% and ready to go but I know if Stace told me beforehand, I wouldn't think it's a good idea. I have Joe at Final Battle and trust me, I will get our revenge then on him but I can see it in your eyes....I can see it in your voice that it's something you want to do and who am I to say no to my older brothers who have had my back so much recently.

Bubba: That sounds like the right answer to me.....let's go!!

Bubba gets himself ready to go but D-Von reaches across his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Bubba seems surprised but D-Von doesn't budge. Spike now looks surprised as Stacy begins again.

Stacy: My Spikey wasn't the problem Bubba..... when D-Von rang me, he told me how much pain your ankle is in. He told me you haven't been able to drive all week, he told me you haven't been able to sleep properly because you have been in too much pain and seeing you walk in then........all I can say as the Duchess of Dudleyville is that you are going nowhere until the trainer checks out your ankle. Kurt Angle is a vicious dude when his hungry and he wanted to rip your Ankle from the bone last week so D-Von and I have decided that tonight.....you are the Patient of Dudleyville as we don't want anymore damage done to your ankle especially since you are back now.

Bubba: That's WARHORSE crap!!! I'm ready to go. Angle is just a little bitch anyway. My ankle is good enough to go. Trust me.

D-Von: I have to agree with The Duchess here brother. It was awesome to be back in the ring with you last week and I look forward to the next time but we aren't as young as we once were. Any more damage to that ankle and we might never have the chance to go again.

Bubba: You really think I would risk our future for something like that? Trust me brother, I beg you!!!

Bubba looks at D-Von hoping for some relief. D-Von doesn't even think about it as he shakes his head, not agreeing with Bubba at all. Bubba now turns his attention to Spike.

Bubba: Fine those two don't believe me but you know as well as I do, The Dudleyz rules are it's majority rules and Bubba Ray always gets the decision in the case of a tie so Spike, I'm stay here if you want me to. I won't be bloody happy about it but I know the Dudley Rulez so what do you say? You agree with the two of them or you agree with me who has been there since the start and keep coming back to save your ass?

Spike takes some time to think, looking at Bubba in the eyes and then he turns to D-Von. D-Von shakes his head as well as Bubba is giving the puppy dog eyes. Spike seems to have made up his mind but then his Angel without Wings catches his eye. She doesn't do anything special, she doesn't give a reaction one way or the other...just motionless.

Spike: Sorry Bubba, Stace always wins. I wouldn't have my resume I have now without her so look, you stay here, get checked over by the trainer and if he says your ankle is okay, then you come join us on the hunt? How does that sound?

Bubba seems real pissed off with this group decision. He gets up in the face of Spike but you can see that isn't a good idea as his ankle causes him a great deal of pain. D-Von lunges forward catching him as Bubba's face turns. He seems to change his mind and think it's the right decision. Spike doesn't seem happy about it either. Bubba nods his head at his brothers and the Duchess. Spike gets off the table, putting his head under Bubba's arm and helping D-Von put Bubba on the table.

Stacy: Right boys, let's go and Bubba, you just get yourself nice and comfortable. I've arranged the trainer to come see you any moment now so let us handle your business tonight.

Bubba does make himself comfortable on the table as Stacy exits the room. Spike nods at Bubba, Bubba nodding back with a look of respect and I got this as Spike follows Stacy. D-von hangs around for a while, looking at Bubba not looking overly keen on the idea of leaving his brother.

Bubba slaps him on the chest. 

Bubba: Don't worry bro, I don't agree but it's the right thing to do. Go handle our business and bring me back a piece of Angle!!

D-Von flexes his muscles, letting out a grunt as he turns to follow the other two out the room. Bubba sits back, cracking his knuckles and he starts to crack his knuckles as we go elsewhere. 







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 Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs . 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, throw 'em up brother. 





Tony Chimel: Weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, Warhorse!


Wait was he not at the top of the ramp that entire time? He's disappeared. we were too busy headbanging to pay attention to this dude. He's in the cheap seats!!! Headbanging with the crowd, he makes his way down, hopping over the guardrail and sprinting his way up the steps, along the ring apron and back and forth, and through those ropes into the ring.


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


The Warhorse headbangs like crazy as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. He twirls from the rapid headbanging over towards the corner and as the song finishes the Warhorse stands strong waits for this one to get underway, and thinks about ruling some goddamn ass, baby, brother, dude, boy.




The opening bells of the New York Stock Exchange ring throughout the arena, as "Longhorn" blares loudly, signaling the arrival of The Wrestling God. The crowd in the arena is quick to break out into a chorus of boo's, showing their disdain for John "Bradshaw" Layfield. As the lights flicker between gold and green and the camera pans around the crowd but instead of the limosuine of JBL's the man comes walking out from the back with a bag of ice on his neck and he's limping to the ring while muttering to himself.


Corey Graves: I can't believe this match is still going to happen after he was brutally attacked by The Mafia earlier tonight.


JBL enters the ring and the ref doesn't even ask if he wants the match to happen. Instead he calls right for the bell.


VS


DING DING DING


JBL clearly isn't feeling well and yells at the ref to throw the match out. He doesn't even notice that WARHORSE comes sprinting at him and Clothesline him in the corner. WARHORSE runs back to the other corner and comes back with another Clothesline! JBL can't catch a break as WARHORSE runs and delivers a third Clothesline! Bradshaw falls to a seated position because surely he can't be clotheslined from there. WARHORSE simply runs back over and gives him a Running Boot to the face! JBL looks out of it as WARHORSE pulls him out of the corner for the pin!



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But JBL kicks out! While he may want the match called off, he surely isn't gonna let this punk beat him. WARHORSE brings him up but Layfield gives him a thumb to the eye! WARHORSE swings wildly but the Television Champion stays out of his reach until he clobbers him with a Big Boot! He picks him back up and carrys him over to the ropes before throwing him overhead with a Fallaway Slam! He crawls over to make the pin.



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WARHORSE kicks out!


Corey Graves: Look at the sheer heart of the champion. He shouldn't be wrestling this match but he's got more than enough in the tank to beat this idiot.

Tom Phillips: MAYBE FOR NOW BROTHER BUT HE'S ABOUT TO GET HIS ASS RULED!


JBL waits in the corner as WARHORSE gets to his feet. He comes in for the Clothesline From Hell but WARHORSE ends up kicking his arm away. JBL spins around from the impact and the former Intercontinental Champion catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick! JBL stumbles over to the ref and grabs a hold of him. He tells him he needs to call off the match. The ref asks him if he wishes to forfit but JBL just gets cangry and grabs him by the collar telling him to just call the match off. He doesn;t realize that WARHORSE has gone up top and the ref gives him a shove to get his hands off of him. JBL gets pushed closer to the corner and WARHORSE comes off with the ASS RULER! JBL goes down and WARHORSE makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




Tom Phillips: AH HELL YEAH BROTHER!

Corey Graves: This is bullcrap! Usually the ref asks if the participant even wants to compete but they didn't even give JBL the option after he was brutally assaulted!

Tom Phillips: TOUGH SHIT AMIGO!


WARHORSE heads to the back as JBL is tended to as the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Kyle O'Reilly is shown in some kinda locker room! Big pop from the crowd for the Diabetic Dragon, who is hard at work taping up his wrists.

Outta nowhere walks in his step-sister Bayley, who is dressed to compete in tonight's main event. She gives Kyle the up-down glance with a quizzical sort of look written all over her face. O'Reilly clocks the expression and raises her an eyebrow.



KO'R: ... What?

Taken aback by his not knowing, The "Good Guy" counters in kind.

Bayley: You "what"?

KO'R: What do you mean?

Bayley: About what?

KO'R: I mean what about "what"?

Bayley: ("What about what?)?

Kyle's lost the thread. Its getting too mathematical.

KO'R: Huh?

Exasperated, Bayley wildly gestures towards his half-taped wrists.

Bayley: What are you doing? What's the deal with this? Why the tape?

KO'R: Oh...

Kyle lifts his sorta-taped arms up.

KO'R: I always do this before a pre-meditated fight.

Bayley: I know. But you don't have a match tonight.

KO'R: Yeah but... ya know... you do.

Bayley gives him some kinda look.



Bayley: Exactly.

The Human Swiss Army Knife sorta sheepishly scratches his ear.

KO'R: So... ya know... like obviously I'm gonna be at ringside.

The sentiment, endearing as it is, is clearly not what Bayley wanted to hear.

Bayley: Well that's very sweet of you but that's missing the whole point! You're supposed to have the night off so you can gameplan for Final Battle. Kyle - this is going to be the biggest match of your life. You have the opportunity to win the King of the Ring tournament, but to do that, you need to get one over on an all-timer - a guy who isn't only your good friend, but the man who won the whole damn thing last year.

That's why I'm gonna take care of Sami and his gross little young boy tonight. Me and Christian got this covered like butter on bread. You just stay back here and study tape.

Kyle looks at the tape around his wrist again.

Bayley: I mean footage!

KO'R: Right. Yeah. Obviously. Of course. Me too.

Bayley: So all good then?

Slow nod from the Canadian Psycho.

KO'R: Yeah but if Sami or his stupid goons try and pull a fast one, I'm gonna -

Bayley: Don't worry about it!! Seriously!

KO'R: But what if there's some vicious sneak attack and me and Edge come out to make the save except there's a miscommunication and things go haywire and -

Bayley: Kyle. Dude. You're getting way to specific. You know you aren't supposed to hyper-fixate like that. How's your blood sugar? Maybe slam a quick GZero then get back to it, okay? Okay.

With that, Bayley claps him on the shoulder and leaves the room, leaving Kyle wondering what to do with his half-taped wrists as Revolution rolls on!




Backstage we see Drew McIntyre now back in the arena and sat down preparing for his match, when suddenly his locker room door is heard to open. McIntyre doesn’t turn his head to see who has dared to enter, but instead addresses the person stood there whilst he continues to get ready.



Drew McIntyre: Of all the people in the UWF to not sneak up on, you ought to know by now that I’m the one right at the top of that list at present…

“The Benefactor”: Well considering you specifically requested my attendance this evening, I would have thought that you would’ve been expecting me to show up at some point.

Realising that the voice is someone he recognises, Drew smirks and gets up from his chair to give the person his attention. The camera remains solely glued to Drew though and doesn’t pan across to see who he is speaking with, leaving their identity a mystery to those watching in the arena and at home.

Drew McIntyre: You’re late…

“The Benefactor”: My apologies, traffic from the airport wasn’t playing nicely this evening, although I would have been slower getting here had I not told the driver to put his foot down after I got wind of what you did earlier tonight. What were you thinking??

Drew McIntyre: I simply combined making a statement with sending a message. Killing two birds with one stone if you will, although in this case one bird may have actually been killed…

“The Benefactor”: Yeah, I get why you did it, but what I need you to understand is that when you go out and start those kinds of fires, it just adds to the already giant burning blaze that you’ve created which I’m trying to put out for you.

Drew McIntyre: Are you suggesting that you’re not up to the job that I brought you in to take care of?

“The Benefactor”: No, I’m saying that I can completely understand the frustration you’re expressing with these actions, because like you I’ve seen the dark side of the UWF that they would rather not be publicized. What I’m asking however is that until such a time as I can get a bit more of a lid on this situation and figure something out that isn’t going to make matters any worse, I’m asking that you instead focus on taking all that built up aggression out on Trevor Lee at Final Battle. You’ve got an opportunity of a lifetime against him, and you don’t need me to tell you that if you don’t make the most of it then there may not be another chance for you, especially whilst Carter’s got you listed as public enemy number one. Therefore, let me take care of him, and you can then take care of the champ. Agreed?..

Although McIntyre doesn’t say anything in response, it would appear as though he likes the way this mysterious ‘benefactor’ thinks as he gives a slight nod of approval in their direction before he walks off frame to make his exit from the locker room.




The camera cuts back to Bubba sitting in the trainers room still waiting for the trainer to appear. Eventually the door opens and in walks two men in medical outfits and face masks on with their backs to Bubba.

Bubba Dudley: About time you assholes showed up. I've been sitting here forever. Now take a look at this ankle that that pussy Angle almost broke so I can get out of here.


The door would be heard locking and Bubba would hear a slight chuckle from the bigger figure.

Bubba Dudley: What's so fucking funny?

???: Oh nothing, just if you think that was bad last week well, it's about to get worse.

An oh shit look of realization washes over Bubbas face as the pair turn round and remove their masks and reveal themselves as Samoa Joe and Kurt. Bubba tries to get up to defend himself but his Ankle gives out.

Samoa Joe: Oh dear Dr Angle, seems like the patient here has aggravated his Ankle even further, help him up why don't you.

Angle would get that killer shark look in his eyes.

Angle: With pleasure Dr Joe.

Angle would grab the seated Dudley and hoist him up, hitting a German Suplex onto the examination table, the table breaking under Bubbas weight.

Samoa Joe: Well there we go, patients on the table. Time for an exam of that ankle, Dr Angle care to do the honors.

Angle would nod and grab Bubbas ankle, locking in an Ankle Lock on Bubba who would begin to shout explicits at the pair. Joe would pull out a tape recorder.

Samoa Joe: Hmmm, the patient seems to be reacting well to the stimulus. Dr Angle why don't you turn it up a gear.

Angle would nod and twist Bubbas ankle more before lowering down and grapevining the Ankle. Joe would then start stomping on the ankle as Bubba continues shouting at the pair. He's tapping out but this ain't no match. Joe would go back to his recorder.

Samoa Joe: Hmm I think he's doing better but I'd like to get a second opinion from a more senior Dr.

Joe would then open the locked door and shout for someone else. A large towering figure would enter. Its Kevin Nash.



Kevin Nash: Now Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here. Ah seems we have a patient in our fine local medical facility.

Nash would fully enter, Joe locking the door behind him.

Samoa Joe: Yes, patient is one Bubba Dudley. As you can see Dr Angle is applying the physical therapy to him and he seems to be responding well but I wanted your opinion Dr Nash.



Nash would pull out a corncob pipe and take a draw of it, getting in a chair next to Bubba he would lean down for a closer look. Bubba would swing for him and Nash would stand up.

Kevin Nash: Hmm, the patient seems to be hostile, I suggest we put him under anesthesia.

Joe and Angle would nod. Angle would pick Bubba up and throw him into the waiting arms of Joe who would lock in a Coquina Clutch. Due to the immense pain from the Ankle Lock, Bubba passes out rather quickly.

Kevin Nash: Excellent work Gentlemen, the physical went swimmingly and the patient can now rest easy. However I would like to make sure he stays under for his own safety of course. Please get me the gurney.

Joe and Angle would leave the room and roll in a gurney. The three would pick up Bubba and Nash would get him position for the Jackknife. Picking up Bubba, Nash would hit him with the Jackknife onto the gurney, the gurney collapsing. Nash would then throw a piece of paper onto Bubba.

Kevin Nash: There's your bill Mr Dudley, please pay at your earliest convenience. Gentlemen let's allow his family to deal with him.

The devilish trio would leave the room and close the door, the camera focusing on the prone Bubba as we move on.




Suddenly as the show rolls on the feed is suddenly cut to an image of everyone favourite former UWF Champion, The Shark standing by...



The Shark: Don't worry, don't adjust your TV sets, The Shark knows you aren't used to seeing stars here in the UWF and The Shark might startle you but don't worry, The Shark is actually here. Now, The Shark ain't been here for a couple weeks now and some people might think that's because ol' Orange Juice got the squeeze on The Shark. But let's face facts, Del Monte got lucky, 9 times outta one hundred, The Shark lays the Sharkdown on his monkey ass and takes him the medal but it wasn't to be and the kid walked away with the win on the night. Most men would go hide with their tails between their legs and The Shark hears those rumours, the murmurs, the fake news. And just to put all the rumours to bed, The Shark wasn't laying low licking his wounds - no, The Shark was busy putting pen to paper on endorsements, bringing in sponsors and filming scenes with the biggest actors the world over as part of my fledgling Hollywood career... but then, The Shark's phone rang. It was The Shark's agent and he said "Shark, they've put you in with Warhorse at Final Battle" click -

The Shark mimics a phone being put down as he stares off into the distance.

Now The Shark could've asked the big questions that was plaguing his mind at that very moment such as - who is Warhorse, what is Warhorse and more importantly who in the blue hell does EC3 think he is putting The Shark, a marquee name, a main eventer, a Grand Slam Champion in a match against some kid playing Ultimate Warrior. Maybe Ethan forgot just who the hell The Shark is or maybe he thinks The Shark needs a little tune up before another run at the top, or maybe he thinks The Shark might give the rub to the returning rookie. Well The Shark ain't a charity case and The Shark doesn't hand out gifts and no matter what EC3's intentions may be - at the end of the day this is a lay-up for The Shark.

The Shark laughs a little holding his head down before facing the camera once more.

Now The Shark is far too busy to actually watch Revolution but The Shark heard what ya had to say Warhorse - and you might just be the dumbest jabroni The Shark has ever laid eyes on but when you took The Shark's name in vain you signed yourself up not only to go one on one with 'The Great One' but for you - yes you, little ol' Warhorse, the littlest horse that could - to have a once in a lifetime chance to check yourself directly into the Sharkdown Hotel. Losing to that jabroni Orange Cassidy was a fluke - lightening doesn't strike twice - and at Final Battle you can summon all the metal gods in the world, you could have Kenny King playing the guitar to walk you down the ramp and you can amp yourself up like the big dork you are and it won't mean a damn thing and it won't stop The Shark from kicking your candy ass all over our nations capital. This might be the highlight of your career Warhorse so savour it - but for The Shark it's Sunday, it's another jabroni to beat and it's another step back towards where The Shark should be and that's on top, if you smell what The Shark is cooking?

The Shark walks off as the feed cuts.






With the sounds of Primus' "My Name Is Mud" playing through the arena speakers, out steps the resident butcher of Harlan, Kentucky, the right-hand man of Mister Trevor Lee, the man responsible for many a beatdown or worse in the UWF, "The Butcher" Andy Williams. With a scowl on his face, he takes a moment to adjust his coat, before then walking down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 273 lbs...he is 'The Butcher', Andy Williams!"

Without much fanfare, Williams makes his way into the ring, and it is there that some theatrics are done, with Williams duck-walking in a circle around the ring, before stopping right in the dead center of the ring. Taking off his monocle, he then moves to his corner, a hardened stare being sent across the ring.




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

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



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

VS


DING DING DING


Both big men slowly walk to the center of the ring, neither one backing down. They get chest to chest but there's n jacking of jaws, just straight staring into one another's soul. Butcher decides to go low with a knee to the gut and sends Drew to the ropes. McIntyre hangs on and The Butcher runs after him but Drew sends him up and over. Andy lands on the apron and gives Drew a forearm shot to the back of the head sending him back to the center of the ring. Andy goes to make his way back in but Drew runs over and boots him in the side of the head causing him to tumble to the outside! The Destroyer doesn't waste any time and exits the ring and gives him clubs to the back as he retreats.


Mauro Ranallo: McIntyre loves to bring the fight and it looks like maybe The Butcher isn't used to being the smaller man.

Corey Graves: He's only got two inches on him but Butcher is burly. He's merely trying to get his bearings.


The Butcher is resting by the barricade as Lance Cade comes over to distract Drew. The #1 one contender merely brushes past him but the slight distraction allows Butcher to turn and blindside him with a Lariat that doesn't quite take him down. He falls to a knee but maybe that's worse as Andy Williams grabs him and throws him into the steel steps! He picks him up again and tosses him into the ring. Drew starts to get up right away but The Butcher lies in wait and grabs him by the throat, lifting him up into a Chokeslam! He makes the pin!



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McIntyre kicks out! Butcher gets on him and starts hammering away before just straight up choking him with both hands. The refs get on him for this and he backs off at the 4 count. Drew flips over to all fours but Butcher grabs him by the hair and rams a knee right into the side of his head! He does this a few times before fully lifting him up into a powerbomb position. Drew punches him in the head a few times to break free and get put down. He then brings The Butcher down with a Reverse STO! He makes the pin!



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The Butcher kicks out! Drew mounts him and starts laying into him.


Tom Phillips: The Butcher is going toe to toe with the current #1 contender to the UWF Championship. If Williams can pull out a win here, what exactly does that mean for Trevor Lee?

Corey Graves: The Butcher doesn't have delusions of grandeur. He knows Trevor Lee is the one true God of professional wrestling.


McIntyre brings The Butcher up onto his shoulders. Andy starts laying in some elbows to the side of the head and falls behind him. He shoves Drew into the ropes and McIntyre comes in with a Big Boot but Butcher ducks it and his the ropes, coming back in with The Slice! Drew ends up ducking that one and Butcher hits the ropes again but this time gets caught coming off them with a Lifting Sitout Spinebuster into the pin!



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2 . . .



The Butcher kicks out! Drew walks over to the corner and lies in wait for The Butcher to get to his feet. Cade is trying to warn Andy on the outside but he still manages to pick himself up and put himself in perfect position for a Claymore. Drew comes running at him but Andy side steps him as Drew goes flying past him. He gets back up right away but gets hit with a Headbutt! This stuns him long enough for Butcher to lift him up and throw him with a Toss Suplex. He then climbs to the top rope and waits as Drew gets to his feet before he leaps off with a Diving Crossbody from the second rope! He stays on him for the pin!



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2 . . .



McIntyre kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: A kickout can be exhausting normally but add someone the size of The Butcher on top of you and it just makes it that much harder.


Drew gets up as quick as he can but Butcher throws another knee to cut off his momentum. He carries Drew on his shoulders and throws him up for the Gutbuster but Drew lands on his feet as Butcher falls on his back. He rolls over to get up but Drew Knees him in the face! He then places his head between his legs and delivers a Spike Piledriver! He makes the cover!



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2 . . .



The Butcher kicks out!


Tom Phillips: A lot of McIntyre's opponents have used underhanded tactics or have flat out run away at times but no one has gone toe to toe with him like this since his return.

Mauro Ranallo: Can you blame them? He nearly killed someone upon his return. That's why everyone is trying their best to ignore Vinny Marseglia's return as well.


McIntyre is definitely feeling the effects of the hard hitting match. He's breathing heavily and picks up Butcher but Andy powers out and delivers a stiff right hand. Drew looks shaken up and Butcher unloads more fists. Drew doesn't go down but instead returns fire with the Glasgow Kiss! The lights go out in The Butcher's head but he doesn't go down, instead stumbling backwards into the ropes and bouncing off them into a Claymore! Drew makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew McIntyre!






Our cameras open up not in a locker room, or a hallway, or some boiler room in the arena. No, we are somewhere else entirely. It looks like we are on a rooftop looking over a city lit up in the night. As the camera pans over, there is a huge hot tub and sitting there is a relaxing Maxwell Jacob Friedman. There are several bottles of champagne on ice, a few empty champagne glasses, one filled in MJF’s hand. And propped up next to the hot tub with a few candles lit next to it, the Intercontinental Championship. MJF looks like he's in heaven as he looks over at the camera.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: You know what, it feels great to not have to spend my time locked in a crumbling arena that begins to smell of the poor and stupid as soon as they open the doors. No, I’m doing what someone of my stature should be doing and that is preparing for a match that matters, at an event that matters…Final Battle.

MJF moves his head around as his neck muscles loosen in the warm water.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I’ve got to be honest, it’s insane to me that people are still running their mouths about Trevor Lee against Drew McIntyre….a man I’ve defeated facing a man who had to desperately get a double count out to avoid being just another number on my win total for the year. That is what we are calling the main event of Final Battle, when the fact of the matter is I’ve proven for months now that when MJF is on the card that match is the main event, period.

MJF takes a sip of his champagne and looks lovingly over at the championship belt.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I’ve proven that I’m the true top champion of this company. I know all you fat marks between mouthfuls of Mountain Dew and candy want to go on about how the UWF Championship is the number one championship. But that is showing your ignorance because you think it’s the title, but it’s about the man with the title around his waist. And we all know this man in front of you is the face of the UWF. So just like whatever match I’m in is the main event, whatever title is around my waist is the top title of this company. It’s not because I say so, it’s because I go in the ring and make it that way.

He chuckles to himself a bit as he feels the warm water slip through one of his hands he’s slowly putting through the water.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: There’s a lot of hoping going on. There’s a lot of dreaming online and between your little troglodyte circles of wrestling fans. Because finally, finally there’s someone you want to be champion. You have your little pandering buddy Orange Cuck with his eyes on my championship. And it’s pathetic that no one has called him out for lying about not wanting to cash in the Prime Time Medal. No one has called him out for pretending to not care what happens, but then making very obvious moves driven by ambition. And maybe he’s banking on the fact that you are all too stupid to notice, I mean I would. And as much as you morons may hate me, I’ve been nothing but honest since I walked into this place. So tell me, as I lay it out as simply as I can, that you don’t see it now.

MJF looks over at something in the distance.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Tell me, that you don’t realize he’s playing each and every one of you. It is so goddamn obvious and yet you all eat it up like children being handed free candy. You all scream about how I don’t respect the fans, how I mock you and call you morons. Then do me a favor, stop being idiots about Orange Cassidy. Give me something to respect about the UWF fan base, tell this jackass you see him for what he is. Do that the next time he walks out and gives a heart way thumbs up…the next time he pretends like everything just falls into his lap because he’s a good guy. Let him know, that you know it’s a lie and he’s got as much ambition and drive to get what he wants that a man like me does. Now he may not have the talent, that you’ll see come Final Battle, but stop being manipulated by him. Show him that you know he’s nothing more than a second rate version of me deep down. When I start hearing the UWF fan base saying that, then maybe it’ll be time to give you people respect. But until then, I’m going to sip my champagne, enjoy my championship, and bang the hell out of both these women who are coming in to join me. While you all enjoy your fantasies about Orange Cuck having a shot in hell at walking out of Final Battle with my Intercontinental Championship. Because fantasies are free, until reality sets in. And at Final Battle he just becomes another name on that long list of people who remember my name is Maxwell Jacob Friedman, I’m better than you and you know it.

With that MJF looks over as two beautiful women in very small bikinis are walking up toward the hot tub. The camera pulls back as he begins to pour two more glass and the scene fades out.




The camera cuts back to D-Von, Stacy and Spike walking around backstage. They have been searching for a while now as the show is nearly done. A door comes up on the left, Stacy opening it up and peeking her head in, having a look around but it's only a broom closest although it does have MopHead on the day where the name plate is. That's weird. 

Spike: Come out, come out wherever you are Joseph. I wanna have a little chat about last week.

D-Von: And you just go ahead and join him Angle. Bring that Olympic Gold medal with ya.

When D-Von finishes his sentence out loud, a official races past, brushing Stacy's shoulder as she comes out of the doorway. Spike sees this but the official is too quick for him as he is out of sight before he can grab him.

Spike: What the hel......

D-Von: Don't you dare use that word around me.

Spike: Sorry, sorry, it just kind of took me by surprise.

Just as Spike finishes, another official runs past and this time his joined by a gang of referees. Stacy is still holding her shoulder but she makes sure she gets out the way this time. She looks at Spike with a questioning look on her face as Spike looks back with the same look. 

D-Von: What's going on? 

Spike: I have no idea.

Stacy: Well let's not just stand here, let's go find out. It might lead us to Samoa Joe and Kurt Angle.

With that, the trio follow the direction where all the people have headed. They run to the end of a corridor and make a left turn where there is a group of people with their hands on their heads looking into a room. Stacy's face finally clicks, it's a room they were in earlier in the night....the trainers room. She slaps Spike on the chest, him taking a little longer to figure out where they are as D-Von is already full pelt on his way to the door to find out what's happened. He pushes past the crowd and turns into the doorway. The camera is following Spike and Stacy as they turn the corner. They see D-Von holding Bubba's head as he is still unconscious from the attack before. D-Von seems livid, as Stacy seems worried. Spike seems confused as he starts to scan the area. 

D-Von: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?

Stacy: D-Von, I thought you would never use that word?

D-Von: DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP NOW. BUBBA IS IN TROUBLE HERE AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. 

Spike: Who comes to the trainers room and get's beat up more? 

Stacy: Bubba is a special man but surely someone saw what happened?

Stacy and Spike look at everyone there, everyone is shaking their head not knowing what happened as Stacy scoffs. She doesn't look impressed with the lack of knowledge shown by everyone. Spike notices the 'Bill' that was left and he picks it up.

Spike: Who is Dr. Nash? 

Spike holds the note up as D-Von's eyes widen. He jumps up, dropping Bubba back down to the ground as he rips the note out of Spike's hands. Stacy now overtakes the caring for Bubba.

D-Von: DR NASH? I've seen this hand writing before. KEVIN NASH!!! 

Spike: Why would Kevin Nash have left a bill next to Bubba?

D-Von: I DON'T CARE BUT I'M GOING TO GO FIND OUT. WHERE IS KEVIN NASH?

Suddenly, someone knows the answer as one of the trainers leap forward and begins to speak.

Trainer: I saw him get into a limo with Samoa Joe & Kurt Angle a while ago. 

D-Von: JOE AND ANGLE..... I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. 

Spike: Calm down D-Von and stop shouting. How long ago was it?

Trainer: About half an hour ago.

Spike: That means they would be long gone by now. Listen D-von, what you need to do is tend to Bubba tonight okay. Samoa Joe, he will get what's coming to him at Final Battle but right now Bubba is our concern okay. Remove Joe, Angle and Nash from your mind because Karma will get them. Final Battle, I promise that I will make things right for tonight okay?

D-Von seems like he wants to go to speak but he thinks against it. He nods his head, getting back to his knees speaking to Bubba as Stacy looks up at Spike. She has a worried look on her face as Spike has the same worried look. IT seems The Dudleyz have found a strong force in UWF that seems to be getting stronger whilst they seem to be getting weaker. Final Battle should be good as the camera fades to black.




Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...





The propulsive, enthusiastic, downright bombastic brass and woodwind's of the best band to ever blow'em hums through the PA, sonically sprawling out over the arena like the sun rising at dawn. It ain't the evening news, it ain't Sunday football - the anthemic horns serve to welcome the one and only...





Her name flashes across the titantron and when the disco groove kicks in, Bayley O'Reilly struts out on to the ramp, shooting vibrant finger guns at the crowd. Kyle follows behind her like an angry shadow while she marches down to the ring.



Chimel: Weighing in a 125 pounds, from San Jose, California... Bayley!



She climbs up into the squared circle sans her step-brother tonight, who I guess is trusting Christian to watch her back or whatever. The "Good Guy" cracks her knuckles and gets prepared for the match ahead.

Chimel: And her tag partner...





A sweet 80s hits the arena and as it does, the arena is filled with dancing lasers in all sorts 0f rad colors: magenta, cyan, purple, orange. The gang's all there dancing on the stage and as the crowd's eyes are drawn to the stage for this sweet light show, they're greeted by Christian, emerging from the back, slapping his chest and pointing to the crowd, showing his gratitude for being here to support. As he does, the lights start to dance down the ramp and towards the ring, but Christian doesn't alter his pace. He's got a smile on his face to match the mellowness he's taking to the ring, not a care in the world as he rolls under the ropes and ascends the turnbuckle, once again slapping his chest and pointing to all the fans in attendance, using his hand to shield his eyes from the lights above as he surveys the crowd and the ring announcer earns his pay.







Chimel: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, Christian!

The pair talk strategy while awaiting their opponents.

Chimel: And the first of their opponents...

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





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


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





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


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

Chimel: And finally, his tag partner...





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







Chimel: Accompanied to the ring by El Generico and La Luchadora. From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!



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





With everyone here, the referee does a few final checks and then calls for the bell.

DING DING!



The starting bell rings as Will Ospreay and Christian step out to the apron, leaving Bayley and Sami Zayn in the squared circle to lock up. The pair pace in semi-circles opposite one another, before finally converging in the center in a classic collar-and-elbow. Except, it only looks that way. While Sami definitely tries to grapple Bayley, she outfoxes him, slipping behind and cinching a grip around his waist. Sami grabs at her forearms and plants his feet, refusing to allow her to connect with the German suplex she was about to attempt, and so she simply releases her hold and pulls away before jumping up and shotgun dropkicking Zayn in the back, sending him spilling through the ropes to the outside! Bayley is laughing as she gets to her feet, running right for the ropes as Sami tries to quickly recover and catching him in the jaw with a baseball slide that sends him reeling toward the barricade. The once-resident hugger then slips out of the ring to pursue him, but when she gets too close he lashes out with an unexpected chop to the chest that sends her walking the other way, clutching at herself. Luchadora and Generico clear the path as Sami rushes right at her, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he leaps into the air and brings her down to the floor with a bulldog! The fans hit Sami with some heat, but he gets up and waves them off before grabbing Bayley and rolling her back in the ring as the ref counts four. Sami slides in after her and tries for a quick cover.



1...



...NO! Bayley gets a foot on the ropes.



Tom Phillips: We are less than five minutes into this match and already Sami Zayn is attempting a cover here.



Corey Graves: It's sound strategy, Tom! Every time he pins her to the canvas, Bayley has to exert effort to kick out. He's wearing her down.



Sami immediately transitions from the cover to a seated chinlock, trying to wear down Bayley further. She grunts and grasps at the air as he torques the hold, before fighting up to one knee and then a semi-doubled over position. Bayley manages to get one arm around Sami's waist, then uses that leverage to break free of the chin lock and send him into the ropes opposite. As Sami rebounds, Bayley rushes into a running forearm smash! Sami goes down, Bayley lands on hands and knees and bounces right back up before rushing the ropes perpendicular to her opponent, leaping up onto the middle one and attempting a springboard moonsault! Sami has it scouted though, and he gets the knees up, causing Bayley to practically gut herself on landing. She rolls to the canvas clutching her ribs as Sami sits up with a huge smile on his face to a once-more hostile crowd.



Mauro Ranallo: It doesn't matter who you are, that kind of landing could cause some serious damage.



Graves: At every turn, Sami Zayn's veteran instincts are paying off. Bayley's practically rushing into her own destruction!

Sami seems content as he rises to his feet, moving to pull Bayley to her own, but then Bayley pulls him into that most devastating move in all of sports entertainment (thanks, Simon Miller!), the surprise roll-up!

1...

2...

...NO! At the last fraction of a second, Zayn rolls through for his own!

1...

2...

...NO! Again at the last fraction of a second, Bayley rolls through! They're like a rolling ball of near falls!

1...

2...

...BAH GAWD NO! Zayn rolls through...

...but this time he rolls right up to his feet, runs the ropes, and comes back with a punt to Bayley's face that plants her hard on her back on the canvas before leaping and tagging in Young Willy! The crowd is heated! Bayley is seeing stars as she sits up! Ospreay moves in like the predator he is and swings for the Hidden Blade! But no! Somehow, someway, Bayley must have eyes in the back of her head because she bends forward to avoid the swipe, then snaps back to headbutt Young Willy right in his, uhh, willy! The official gives her a stern rebuke but she groggily argues it was an accident as Ospreay falls to his knees while clutching at his manhood. Bayley manages to start crawling to her corner and a fired-up Christian who's stomping the apron, reaching in, willing her to make the tag...

Phillips: Can she get it?

Graves: NO! Don't let her get it, Willy Boy!

Ranallo: Mamma mia! She made the tag!

Indeed she did, readers: popping up in a heroic leap across the last foot and a half of ring apron, she triumphantly claps Christian's hand and he practically leaps over the top rope. Willy's still on his knees holding his balls, so Sami tries to run interference but he only eats a clothesline for the effort. He gets back to his feet and what do you know it? A running forearm from Captain Charisma. Back to his feet Sami comes, and now he catches a running European uppercut! Sami's had enough; he gets the heck out of dodge. Christian turns and grabs Willy's head in an underhook, pulling him to his feet just to drop him again with an inverted DDT! The fans go wild as Christian gets to his feet, looks out to the crowd with his hand shielding his eyes, then heads for the apron and starts climbing.

Ranallo: Inflation is soaring, and now even Christian's going high rent!

Phillips: We're about to see a frog splash!

Christian does indeed look like he's about to leap, but before he can, Sami gets on the apron and grabs his leg! Christian gives him a shove with his boot, and when Sami surges back at him, he catches the heel of that boot to the jaw. But the distraction is enough for Ospreay to find his feet, and he runs right at Captain Charisma, chopping a leg out from under him and causing him to slam butt-first into seated position on the turnbuckle! Young Willy climbs the ropes and cocks a fist, then just starts pummeling the ever-living daylights out of his foe, before pulling him into the clutch and lifting him up and over with a thunderous superplex! The fans are stunned as Will goes for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO! Christian gets the shoulder up at 2 and 15/16s!

Somehow. Someway. He's still alive, and so is the intergender dreams of this intergender team. Will sits up, tugging at his mussy mop, then holds up three fingers to the ref. The official shakes his head and assures Ospreay that it was only a two count and there were at least three fractions of a hair between his palm and the canvas on the third.

Graves: This officiating is... I just don't know what to say.

Ospreay turns, standing up, only to find Christian is crawling to Bayley and another hot tag. Nuh-uh. That ain't gonna fly in this neck of the woods. Willy walks over and stomps on Christian's calf. Then he stomps on it again. Then he bends to grab the foot and drag Christian back toward the middle of the ring, but his opponent rolls over and kicks him in the knee. Willy is staggered by that for a moment, and Christian – you guessed it – rolls him up!

1...

...2...

...NO!

Ranallo: Mamma mia! Yet another attempt at theft here tonight and these fans are on the edges of their seats!

They really are. The crowd is being driven insane by this literal back and forth contest. But then they're driven dead silent as Christian sits up right into a low roundhouse that absolutely levels him by Ospreay! Willy's not done, though. Perhaps fittingly, perhaps in poor taste, he pulls Christian up into powerbomb position... and then connects with a Canadian Destroyer that takes all the air out of the building. Ospreay hooks the leg. Nobody's counting but the ref.

1...

2...

...NO! Bayley breaks up the pin!

Phillips: Bayley with the save!

Graves: Bayley with the steal! Ref, get control of the damn match!

And not only that, she goes wild! Absolutely beating the piss out of Ospreay, Bayles (as this writer has unceremoniously decided to call her) drives Will back into his own corner. The fans are cheering. The official is livid. Bayley then drags Christian back to her own corner and tags herself in. Sami has had enough of this. He hops the ropes, rushing in at her, and kicks her in the face! It'd be a Helluva Kick if she was in the corner! She crashes into the buckles, so she has nowhere to go but back into Sami's waiting arms for an exploder suplex! The fans are booing loudly. The referee is losing his god damn mind. Ospreay lurches out of the corner to find her sitting up  and dazed and connects with a Hidden Blade as Sami returns to his post, then stomps the apron and demands the tag to finish this. Ospreay doesn't seem to hear him though as he falls on top for the cover.

Ranallo: This thing might be over!

Graves: Willy! Tag Sami in! He did the hard work!

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners:
Sami Zayn
and
Will Ospreay!

After securing the deciding pin, Ospreay stands tall over Bayley to have his hand raised by the Referee. Zayn comes barreling through the ropes to share in the moment, but the celebration doesn't last long. Once the formality of the Official's victory acknowledgment is done with, Sami pulls away and gets all up in Will's grill, demanding to know why he didn't tag out so Sami could get the win. While the conversation is happening off-mic, Will point to his ear and shaking his head indicates that the Assassin couldn't hear his "mentor".


Ranallo: Despite picking up the win, Sami Zayn looks none to thrilled about having to watch from the apron as Will Ospreay put the "Good Guy" down for the count.

Graves: It seems like Will wasn't able to hear the Forever Champ calling him but therein lies the problem - a raw, young talent like Will Ospreay needs to have one eye on his Coach at all times to make sure he's getting the play right.

Phillips: His "Coach"? Give me a break!


Sami doesn't look entirely convinced by Will's excuse but he decides to let it slide. At least, he's letting Ospreay off the hook. Seems like the Canuck still has some work to do.

He yells at the Commonwealth Kingpin to pick Bayley up and hold her still. Christian tries to come through the ropes to intervene but he's dragged to the floor by El Generico and La Luchadora, who immediately put the boots to him. The fans boo as things go from bad to worse - Zayn collects his Forever Championship belt from ringside and brings it back into the squared circle, lining up Bayley in his sites to blast with with the leather and gold while Ospreay's got her held up.


Ranallo: Where's security?!? Somebody stop this madness!

Graves: Bayley and Christian talked a lot of trash for a couple of part-timers. Its only fair that they get taught a lesson in manners now.


Just as Sami's about to come in for the kill, Edge and Kyle O'Reilly come barreling down the ramp at top speed, sending the crowd into an excited frenzy. Edge annihilates Luchadora and Generico with a two-for-one Spear to get them off of Christian while Kyle slides under the ropes, ready for action.

Ospreay ditches Bayley and goes after The Diabetic Dragon with Zayn. Despite being all fired up and getting a few good shots in, it looks the number's game is going to be too much for Kyle to contend with. Luckily Edge gets up in there pronto, evening the odds. The conflict splits up into pairs, with Kyle and Zayn heading one way and Edge and Ospreay the other.

After landing a few good jabs, O'Reilly has Zayn backing into the ropes. He looks to punctuate with a Harpoon Torpedo but Sami bails to the outside before it can land, pulling up Luchadora and Generico to protect him. Across the ring, Edge sends Ospreay stumbling away with a huge European Uppercut. That gives him enough distance to build some speed for a Spear - except when he launches in, Ospreay dives out of the way at the last second and Edge blows past to smash into Bayley just as she's standing up!

Meanwhile, Kyle recklessly vaults himself over the top rope to cannonball on top of his foes just as Christian's getting up to get some revenge. Sami yanks his goona out of the way and Kyle only collides with Captain Charisma! Its a disaster!

Howling with laughter and this miscommunication, Sami half-drags his teammates up the ramp and Will circles around the ring to join them in retreating up the ramp. Only problem is - the LWO are waiting there for them! Generico and Luchadora are hurtning too much to help as Guerrero, Mysterio, Zayn and Ospreay brawl all over the ramp, eventually spilling into the backstage area.

Down in the ring, Edge is tending to Bayley, checking to see if she's okay and apologizing for his mistake. He turns to look for Kyle to explain when he sees O'Reilly standing horrified over a pancaked Christian on the outside. At that moment, A replay on the big screen shows Edge hitting the Spear on Bayley, and that catches Kyle's eye. He whips around and rolls into the ring to come to his step-sisters aid while Edge rolls out the side to circle the squared circle to assist Christian.

The two of them stand next to their respective laid-out loved ones, then glance at each other with a tense, kinda-understanding-but-also-kinda-pretty-disapproving stares.


Ranallo: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Edge and Kyle O'Reilly came down to help Christian and Bayley and in the end, perhaps did more harm than good.

Graves: Sami Zayn was right. This so-called "nWo 4 lyfe" thing is a joke. When push comes to shove, these two will kill each other if it means winning the King of the Ring tournament.

Phillips: Well at least Zayn and Ospreay should have their hands full with the LWO at Final Battle. Hopefully that will keep them too busy to interfere any more.

Ranallo: Agreed, Tom, but even so, the promised bout of friendly competition between these Canadians might be escalating into some less wholesome before our eyes.


The King of the Ring finalists continue to stare each other down while some medics hurry down the ramp to provide some First Aid as Revolution comes to a close.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Hater vs Rhodes - Leedles
Zayn/Ospreay vs Christian/Bayley - Crann
McIntyre vs Butcher, JBL vs WARHORSE, Wyatt vs OC - Danny

[AndyDNU]

Just a quick comment as I’m travelling today but a great go home show and well worth the additional wait. Pleased with the way every current feud has progressed and all bases have been pretty much covered ahead of FB. Great ending to build some more tension for the KOTR final, Talking Sh*t With The Warhorse was fun as were the segments featuring Joe, Spike and crew. Special thanks to Crann, Danny and Leedles for their match writing exploits. Good luck to all Final Battle match participants.

[Evolution J]

The results were well written and I enjoyed the hard work with everyone. Huge props to Mr. Leedles for writing my last match on Revolution. It was the perfect send off for Cody on Revolution. Huge props to Danny for writing alot of matches again. I am pretty sure most people can give Danny a helping hand and write at least one match to lessen the load for him. Other than that, I am enjoy reading al the promos and results of every feud. Things are looking up and it must all come to a end at the Final Battle. We will see new feuds and new people in UWF after the Final Battle. That should be interesting and exciting at the same time. I am glad I had fun doing rping during my time here. Anyhow, Over and Out. Adios.

[George]

Hey crew! Haven’t commented since I’ve been back, so thought I might as well do one for the pre-PPV Revolution. And also because I feel guilty because I haven’t kept track of a single thing of what’s happened since I’ve left and kinda only vaguely remember bits of from when I was here before, honestly the only thing that I definitely remember was the UWF fan-fic which is no doubt legendary by now.

Anyway! Hopefully here for a bit, I failed a module at Uni but was mainly technicalities and have been trying to pace myself out a bit more from being a bit of a social frequent in nightlife since coming to Uni, so hopefully this’ll pace me out a little bit better? One would hope.

Not particularly got a direction for Warhorse in mind right now but just trying my best to be clay to circumstance with storylines and such. Hopefully I will be able to do that with my little Talking Shit With The Warhorse segments.

Enough about me! The show.

Shame that JBL guy didn’t show up, heard he had a tad bit of momentum or whatever but what can ya do.

Think I def need to clue myself up on what’s happening in the current landscape, didn’t really realise we even had a Roman Reigns til rereading, what’s the latest with KOR??, cool that we’ve got Nash with Joe as I kinda had a shit Nash run last time. Idk even what’s happened in the last year at all, someone give me a rundown pls pls pls.

Anyways, til next one.