Post by Danny on Jul 20, 2023 19:43:35 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips alongside Mauro Ranallo and former International Champion Corey Graves and we are now on the road to Summerslam!
Mauro Ranallo: Right you are, Tom. Final Battle was a spectacular show but it’s in the rear view now and tonight it’s about the five great matches we have on tap.
Corey Graves: Fresh off a DQ that can’t really be called a loss, the, “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia takes on the new Television Champion Finn Balor in a non-title match. Two things are certain, guys, Vinny can’t be one hundred percent and The Mafia will be nearby.
Tom Phillips: Vinny clearly enjoyed himself at Final Battle but has some aggression about it too, so Finn may be in over his head. The same can be said for the returning L…A…Knight as he faces the, “Eater of Worlds” Bray Wyatt. Bray can’t be one hundred percent either and you can bet Knight is counting on that and plans to take advantage.
Mauro Ranallo: Also looking to capitalize on opportunity is the debuting Bronson Reed as he steps in the ring with Jamie Hayter.
Corey Graves: And former partners from the days of UWF Thunder become opponents as Eddie Guerrero and Roman Reigns will mix it up.
Tom Phillips: Then, in our main event, WARHORSE will step up to the new UWF Champion Drew McIntyre in a non-title match. All this and more right here tonight. Stay tuned!
A mixture of cheers and boos begin to fill the arena as the sound of “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek heralds arrival of the brand new UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. The song plays out until the chorus starts before the Scotsman finally takes to the stage. There appears to be a sense of smug pride about him as he removes the championship belt that was sat over his shoulder and raises it into the air with his right hand as pyrotechnics begin to go off all around him.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, the neeeeeeeeewwwwwwww, Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!!
Clearly happy to take his time and continue reveling in his recent success, McIntyre keeps the title held high before propping back over his shoulder and heading down the ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: A man that truly lived up to his nickname at Final Battle, defeating Trevor Lee and shocking the entire world in the process.
Tom Phillips: I have to say considering what he has done to get to this point, it is quite surprising to hear such a large persuasion of the fan base here tonight voicing their support for the Scotsman’s big achievement.
Corey Graves: It’s a little thing called respect, Phillips. Sure McIntyre has never always been everyone’s cup of tea, something he would admit himself, but he’s worked damn hard to get to where he is now, and so even the most stubborn members of the UWF Universe have to give him his due on this one.
McIntyre enters the ring and heads across to the far turnbuckle before climbing it and hoisting the title high once again. Flashes from nearby cameras can be seen going off as the Scot returns to the mat and picks up a microphone as the music draws to a close. Before he can say anything however he is greeted by chants of “You Deserve It!” which appear to take over from the mixed response that he was originally greeted with. This makes the new chant chuckle slightly as the chants start to settle down and he is presented with the opportunity to speak.
Drew McIntyre: It's funny... The fact that about half of you here tonight are overjoyed to not see Trevor Lee out here holding this championship but the other half are dismayed to see me stood with it instead is exactly why I can't take this sorry charade of a fanbase seriously. Contrary to what you may think you are entitled to when you purchase a Revolution admission ticket, my words and actions are not designed to please the paying customer, and that also goes for those of you out there chanting "You Deserve It", because I don't need your words to help emphasise what I already know. These are simple facts of reality that I will continue to relay until you're all blue in the face, because that is my right as both the UWF Champion, but also as the cold dark heart of wrestling that won't stop beating.
Fan berating never normally goes down well and this is no different, as the select positive vibes that were veered towards Drew now join forces with those who never liked him to begin with as he beats his fist off his chest to coincide with his dark heart comment before continuing with his speech.
Drew McIntyre: As I told the now ex-champion before I put him and his reign to sleep, this prize was always the intended final goal at the end of the long mission that I had planned out from the beginning. And as keen as I was at first to play the long game, it became pretty clear about a month into my return that waiting around for things to fall into place was not a realistic option. After I taught Eddie Guerrero a painful and necessary lesson at Backlash, the next logical step was a place in the King of the Ring tournament, but as we all know this company doesn’t do things from a logical standpoint, and so I was overlooked in favour of guys with minimal wrestling ability who were either out of shape or running with gimmicks well past their sell by date. It was the equivalent of smartening yourself up and asking your high school crush out to the prom, only for her to reject you and instead go out with the guy that couldn’t tie his own shoes and who everybody picked on for years because she ultimately felt sorry for them. It’s then that the penny dropped and I realised there was no way of being able to actually accomplish anything by being a team player and adhering to the rules, so I took it upon myself to take matters into my own hands, I forced my way into the fastlane, I kicked the man in the top spot’s door down, and the rest as they say, is history.
The champ takes a moment to pause and look at his title before resuming.
Drew McIntyre: And I know there’s at least eight and probably a lot more guys currently sat in the back who are all pissed off at hearing me tell the tale of how I effectively outsmarted and outpowered my way to the top, but the only reason they are pissed off is because they either weren’t clever enough to do the same thing themselves, or they didn’t even consider attempting to do so because they know they would have failed on account of not being good enough to see the job through. And therein lies the difference between me and the rest of that locker room, because in just three months of being back on Revolution I’ve overcome all the setbacks and stumbling blocks put before me to ascend to the top of the company, whilst the majority of guys that have been here for much longer than that continue to fumble and bumble their way around the place every week, with no sense of direction or meaning, and in some select cases would clearly struggle to wrestle their way out of a paper bag. The dominant nature of my victory at Final Battle is concrete proof that when it comes to meeting a certain standard in the world of professional wrestling, I am now the damn benchmark!
McIntyre raises the UWF title into the air with his spare hand which draws further ire from the majority in attendance.
Drew McIntyre: So get yourselves nice and familiar with the sight that you see before you, because whilst you may continue to deny it and despise it right now, this sight is going to serve as the catalyst that brings integrity back to this company, which is something that has been sorely lacking for far too long. You can give a big thank you to EC3 for that, you know, the guy with the string pulling ability who initially refused to give in to my demands until he was persuaded otherwise. That initial spark of doubt you had Ethan isn’t looking too good right about now is it? You see had you just accepted what I was asking for without any pushback, you could have spared yourself a whole load of extra grief. But now I imagine you’re sat somewhere in a locked room not wanting to be seen or heard, because you obviously haven’t quite finished cleaning the egg off your face yet. Once you have though, I’m afraid that you are going to have to come to terms with my vision on how things should be done around here, and if you think that someone like Kyle O’Reilly is going to stop me then you are an even bigger fool than I originally took you for.
Unsurprisingly the put down of the Canadian Psycho doesn’t go down too well with some sections of the crowd, but this doesn’t seem to faze McIntyre in the slightest.
Drew McIntyre: But as far as the new ‘king’ goes, I’ll address that matter fully when I am good and ready to. For now though, the new era of Drew McIntyre continues in tonight’s main event, when I silence that raving lunatic Warhorse, yet another one of Carter’s haphazard signings that have no real meaning or purpose other than to serve as a punching bag for the true stars of the show. But exactly how long I choose to keep going at that punch bag with rights and lefts is entirely up to me, because in case the message still isn’t crystal clear for you yet, there’s a new sheriff in this town folks, and you’d all better get used to it!
As the music starts to play once again, McIntyre throws the microphone to the mat and raises his championship high in the air with conviction once again before pacing around the ring, making sure everyone from the front rows all the way back to the cheap seats can get a good look at him in all his glory.
Mauro Ranallo: The new champ certainly giving the watching world a lot to think about here this evening, but one thing which is abundantly clear is that Drew McIntyre is ready to enforce his vision for the future.
Corey Graves: If I were one of the guys in the back right now I’d make stepping in line the highest priority, because we’ve already seen what McIntyre is capable of doing without a championship title to defend, and I dread to imagine what lengths he may go to in order to keep a hold of it.
Tom Phillips: Perhaps we’ll get our first potential glimpse of that later on tonight, as like Drew already alluded to, he goes one on one with Warhorse in non-title action later on tonight!
Whilst the broadcasting team share their views with the audience watching from home, McIntyre subsequently exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp in order to begin preparations for his match later on as the live feed cuts to a commercial break.
The scene opens up with EC3 in his office ready to make an announcement.
EC3: Hello UWF fans. As you all know, we're the midst of an unprecedented heatwave all across the globe. Not only is the Earth heating up but so are the rivalries here in UWF. Some of them can't wait until Summerslam to be resolved and so I'm officially declaring next week's show live from the historic Madison Square Garden, Heatwave! There will be some big matches announced later tonight so stay tuned!
The scene fades out.
As Revolution rolls on. we head backstage. We are met by an unknown interviewer, dressed in his finest suit. As he receives his cue, he begins to speak.
Interviewer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time, making his return to the ring, please welcome, L...A....Knight!
LA Knight walks into the shot, already in his ring gear. He's obviously ready to go.
Interviewer: LA Knight, first, let me say, Welcome Back! Tonight, you make your much anticipated return to the ring as you go one-on-one with Bray Wyatt. Now, Wyatt is arguably the most unorthodox person you have ever stepped in the ring with. How do you plan to combat someone of Wyatt's unique caliber?
LA Knight: First things first...Let Me Talk to 'Ya!
LA Knight: Does everyone here know what today marks? Today is a special day. Not only is it the day that L...A....Knight steps foot back into his wrestling ring. Not only is today the day that L...A....Knight gets to deliver some Blunt Force Trauma. But today is the day that The Gravy Train leaves the station. And do 'ya know the destination for The Gravy Train? Well, let me tell 'ya. The Gravy Train is headed to the Promise Land. We took a little bit of a detour, but we're back on track now.
LA Knight: And the first stop on the Gravy Train just happens to be Bray Wyatt. Now, L...A....Knight knows Bray got himself a win via disqualification at Final Battle, but let L...A....Knight tell 'ya exactly what he thinks about Bray Wyatt. In L...A...Knight's eyes, Bray Wyatt is about as useful as basketball cleats.
Interviewer: Basketball cleats?
LA Knight: 'Ya know what that means? It means he's absolutely useless. Especially when 'ya compare him to L...A....Knight. So let L...A....Knight tell 'ya exactly what is gonna happen tonight. L...A....Knight is going to go out to that ring tonight, he's going to let every member of the UWF Universe bathe in the unmatched kavorka that is L...A....Knight and he's going to put a dummy down.
LA Knight: And when it's all said and done, L...A....Knight wants everyone to take notice. It may have been a long time, but L...A....Knight promises each and every one of 'ya, that 'ya are once again playin' L...A....Knight's game. YEAH!
The live arena chants "Yeah" as well as LA Knight walks off and Revolution continues.
Camera shows Master of The Six one Nine Rey Mysterio is in the back with an upset lost at Final Battle when Zelina and Santos Escobar comes in to stand alone side with Mysterio while talking to him
Santos Escobar: Rey We saw what happen at Final Battle between you and Eddie. but me and Zelina was wondering if we can be apart of this Latino World Order thingy and help The two of you win your single matches and tag matches at the same time on UWF.
Zelina Vega: I totally agree with Escobar. if you want us to be member of this Latino World Order then we like to be in it with you and Eddie to take on any member or group and we will make sure that The LWO will win a match on The next Revolution at UWF network.
Rey stands up and looks at Vega and Santos and asking them a favor
Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: you know what you two might come up with something We can have someone like you two so that's why I have invited you two to be apart of me and Eddie's reunited LWO group so The week after next the two of you will be in action against The Mafia's on July twentie seventh on Revolution.
Rey hands Zelina and Santos Escobar there LWO shirts and they put it on in the locker room in front of the legendary Rey Mysterio
Santos Escobar: thanks for these new shirts Rey. and me and Zelina will not let you or Eddie Guerrero down until the two of you get your Championship away from Finn and Drew McIntyre
at the next event on UWF but enough of that though we're gonna watch your best friend Eddie Guerrero fight's The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns next week on Revolution.
Zelina Vega: and what Escobar. said we're gonna watch your friend Eddie win his match when he defeats The Head of The Table Roman Reigns. in there first time ever match at Revolution on UWF.
Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: I believe in my friend Eddie. me and him go way back since we both came here to UWF network and now that we have you two to be a newest member of The LWO no one can't stop us including The Mafia and Bradshaw Layfield and Cash Wheeler and Dax Hardwood.
Cause The LWO are taking over UWF network like better than before and once my friend Eddie beats the crab outta Roman Reigns for the first time on Revolution next week at UWF then me and Eddie will go for separate Championship Eddie will fight for the UWF Championship and I will face Finn for his TV Championship after we settle our differences with The Mafia in a four on four Elimination tag match at the next PPV event on UWF network.
Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: So I'll be seeing you two on July twenty seventh on Revolution at UWF.
Zelina Vega: thank you Rey. for landing us these LWO shirts and me and Santos won't let you or Edie Guerrero down and Santos and I will see you on Revolution at July twenty Seventh on UWF network.
Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: and just to remind you two we're not just Latino World Order we are more than that all five of us are The LWO of UWF.
Escobar and Vega exits out of Rey's locker room before they head down to there next match of the Evening
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
L…A….Knight
"Knight Vision" begins playing and there is a mild pop. As the music reaches its crescendo, the fans get to their feet at the arrival of the "Million Dollar Megastar". LA Knight is ready for his first match back in the UWF in months as he makes his way to the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the, “Million Dollar Megastar”, L…A….Knight!
Knight enters the ring and ascends the nearest turnbuckle as he throws up his hands to another mild pop. Knight then steps down and gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
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 and the crowd pops loudly when they see someone standing behind Wyatt.
Corey Graves: It’s Vinny Marseglia!
Vinny turns Bray around and delivers the Jump Scare onto the hard steel of the stage. Vinny gets to his feet afterward, smiling down at his victim as he kicks him in the side and Bray starts rolling down the ramp towards the ring. As he arrives at the ring apron, Vinny guides him up and rolls him into the ring, leaving with a wicked cackle as the ring bell sounds again.
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Wyatt is on wobbly legs as Knight rushes over and gives him a Clothesline in the corner! He then brings him out and delivers the Impaler DDT! Wyatt rolls out of the ring right away to escape. Marseglia continues to watch from the stage and Knight comes out to keep him on the defense. He comes up behind him but Wyatt turns around and blasts him with the Jump Scare Clothesline! Wyatt looks back at Vinny and smiles. He picks up Knight and throws him into the ring. He slides in after him and waits for Knight to get to his feet. He bends him over his knee and goes to kiss him on the forehead but Knight spins out and kicks Wyatt in the gut and lifts him up for the Gravy Train! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, LA Knight!
Knight gets his hand raised in victory while Vinny laughs from atop the stage. Wyatt looks dazed and Knight makes sure to leave the ring before any weird shit happens. Luckily nothing does as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The scene opens with EC3 in his office. He's got a smile on his face, clearly hyped about Heatwave coming next week but that smile fades quickly as soon as he hears one word.
Sami Zayn: Ethan!
Sami Zayn burst through the door and walks right up to EC3's desk.
Sami Zayn: What the hell Ethan!? When someone puts their career on the line, usually that means they are done with the company. Tell me why merely 3 months later he's allowed to waltz right back in the company!
EC3: Look Zayn, you're right. I didn't authorize Ciampa to come back. Joe and co, they decided to pull a fast one but I'm dealing with it. Tommaso Ciampa is not a contracted wrestler. You probably won't ever have to deal with him.
Sami Zayn: Probably? Yeah I probably don't have to worry about a guy called the Psycho Killer getting revenge. You know what, I got Mexico's best lawyer on speed dial and-
EC3: And I have him on retention.
Sami Zayn: That may be true but he's a real man of the people. If he finds out you've been abusing the system the same way others did before you, he'll come to my side. I make a very convincing argument.
EC3: Again, you're right. I'll have this all settled and i'll make it up to you.
Zayn's face lights up.
Sami Zayn: Sounds like you owe me.
EC3: I do, now will you please get out of my office.
Zayn looks giddy with excitement. What could this possibly mean for his career? He exits the office with some pep in his step while Ethan buries his head in his hands as the show moves on.
Backstage, Bronson Reed is standing in front of a camera, his eyes burning with intensity.
Bronson Reed: "Tonight, Jamie Hayter, you have the unfortunate distinction of stepping into the ring with the Australian Colossus. Do you know what that means? It means your existence in this match is nothing more than a sacrificial offering on the altar of my dominance."
Reed's voice grows more menacing, his words dripping with venom
Bronson Reed: "Jamie, you may have thought you were prepared for this encounter, but I assure you, you have never faced anyone like me. I am a destroyer of dreams, a shatterer of aspirations, and I take great pleasure in tearing down those who dare to stand in my way."
The camera zooms in on BronsonReed's intense gaze, his voice low and chilling
Bronson Reed: "You may possess skill, you may have athleticism, but none of that matters when you're locked in the ring with a predator like me. Your hopes, your dreams, your very essence will be crushed under the weight of my unyielding wrath."
Reed's voice rises in intensity as he continues his tirade
Bronson Reed: "Tonight, Hayter, you will be witness to a symphony of pain, orchestrated by the conductor of destruction. I will tear through you like a hurricane, leaving nothing but wreckage in my wake. Your body will be twisted, your spirit will be broken, and your name will be etched in the annals of those who dared to challenge BronsonReed."
Reed takes a step forward, his voice filled with seething rage
Bronson Reed: "So prepare yourself. Brace for the onslaught, because tonight, the reckoning is upon you. The Australian Colossus will show no mercy, and I will leave you lying in the ring, a shattered shell of what you once were."
The camera fades out, leaving behind an eerie silence, as the anticipation for the impending clash builds
The scene opens on Vinny standing in the dark holding a single red balloon as he looks into the camera.
Vinny Marseglia: Finny Finn Balor, how interesting it’s been to have a conversation with you this week and see who you are and what makes you tick. I still would’ve preferred The Demon but as I said earlier this week, you’ll do just fine, and the more you spoke the more strongly I felt that way. See you stand there overconfident because of that title you’re wearing, feeling untouchable because you’re surrounded by what you call your army and you want to know not only what I’m going to do about but why I think I can do anything about it. Well, here’s a lesson for you about Vinny Marseglia, my hobby of destruction isn’t limited to one person at a time. In fact, historically, I’ve taken on multiple factions and saw to their demise so while you pat yourself on the back for re-retiring old has beens like Hogan and Jarrett, I’ve got some real feathers in my cap from dismantling the NWO and Suzuki-Gun.
Vinny smiles.
Vinny Marseglia: Tonight I add The Mafia to that list because I know you’re all feeling froggy and wanna leap, so step on up all of you, your skulls will look nice on my throne.
Vinny turns the balloon to reveal the word, “MAFIA” written on it as suddenly, it pops. Vinny laughs maniacally as he walks offscreen and Revolution continues elsewhere.
As the arena darkens, a series of strobe lights flicker and flash, creating an electrifying atmosphere. The crowd erupts with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Bronson Reed…
Pyrotechnics explode, sending showers of sparks a nd flames high into the air. The deafening roar of the crowd reaches a crescendo as “Battle Tested” blast throughout the arena, Bronson Reed steps through the curtains, his massive frame radiating intensity.
Tony Chimel: “Behold, Making his way to the ring, hailing from Brisbane, Australia and weighing in at 330 pounds… HE is the titan of terror, the embodiment of fury, the undisputed master of the squared circle, THE COLOSSUS... BRONSON REED!”
Bronson Reed confidently strides down the ramp, his steps feel as if they are shaking the very ground beneath him. His eyes pierce through the smoke, fixated on the ring, as he clenches his fists, ready to unleash his fury.
Bronson Reed ascends the steel steps, entering the ring with an undeniable presence. He removes his jacket as he looks ready to murder his opponent for tonight…
As the music reaches its climax, the lights illuminate the entire arena, revealing an awe-inspiring spectacle. Images of crashing waves and thunderstorms are projected on the screens, symbolizing the destructive force that Bronson Reed embodies.
The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Once the opening lyrics are heard, Jamie Hayter steps through the entrance curtain and is met with jeers and boos. She stops on the stage, bends down, and then quickly leans backward while raising her arms. This triggers the pyro, which shoots up through the stage. The camera zooms in on her as she starts sauntering down the entrance while talking shit.
Tony Chimel: "From Southampton, England... JAMIE HAYTER!!!"
Jamie makes it to ringside and stops. She eyes the ring before climbing up onto the apron. She enters the ring and looks to the crowd. She cups her hand around her ear, similarly to Hulk Hogan, and the jeers and boos only intensify. She looks at the crowd with disdain and mockingly applauds as if telling them that's all they should do for her. This only gets the crowd angrier as they continue showering her with boos.
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Much like Jamie's previous matches, she walks right to the center of the ring and doesn't back down one bit. Reed walks up to her and chest bumps her to try and show her her place but Jamie tries to shove him. The problem is, he's built like a brick shithouse and doesn't move much he simply laughs and tells her to try again. She jacks her jaws before running to the ropes and coming back with a Lariat. Reed doesn't go down and simply laughs. He points her to the ropes and says to try again. She runs off once more and comes back with another Lariat. Reed feels it more but still doesn't go down. Hayter sees she's making leeway and runs to the ropes again but Reed runs after her and cuts her off with a Body Block! She rolls out of the ring to regroup.
Mauro Ranallo: Jamie has all the fight in the world but when going up against someone like Bronson Reed, you can't try to out power him.
Corey Graves: Hayter seems to always be out to prove her worth and that's a dangerous game. First things first, win the match by any means necessary if you ask me.
Reed motions for her to come back into the ring and fight him. She comes back in and rolls her shoulders before lifting her hand high in the air. Reed chuckles and accepts her test of strength. They interlock hands but Jamie goes low and kicks him in the gut. She points to her head having outsmarted him and she runs to the ropes. Reed ducks down for a Back Body Drop but Hayter stops in front of him and knees him in the face! Reed stumbles backwards into the ropes and Hayetr come barreling after him and Clotheslines him out of the ring! Bronson ends up landing on his feet but stumbles over to the barricade. Hayter exits the ring and grabs him and goes to whip him into the ring post but Reed reverses and sends her instead. She stops just shy of colliding with the post and Reed comes at her from behind. She moves out of the way and Reed bounces his head off the post! He's dazed and Jamie rolls him back into the ring and make the pin!
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Reed kicks out! Jamie goes to bring him back up but The Colossus scoops her up and lifts her high above his head. She's shaking her head no but he drops her into the Gorilla Press Slam! He goes to the ropes and comes back with a Rolling Senton, flattening the loud mouthed Brit. Hayter rolls around holding her gut and Reed is all smiles. He pulls her back to the center of the ring and then bounces off the ropes and comes back with a Splash! He stays on her for the pin!
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Hayter kicks out! The Aussie Behemoth picks her back up and easily throws her onto his shoulders. He walks around with her but she starts to elbow him on the side of the head repeatedly until she climbs off of him. She tries to go for a Suplex but Reed is just too big to get up. He instead reverses and lifts her straight up instead but she ends up bringing a knee down on top of his head. He drops her back down and she knees him in the gut and follows that up with multiple knee shots to the face. He's not fully down though so she runs to the ropes and comes back with a Big Boot that knocks his block off! She makes the pin!
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Reed kicks out! Jamie goes to pick him up but he rushes forward and backs her into the corner. He seats her on the top rope and goes up to the middle rope. He's prepping her for a Superplx but she starts fighting back and gives him a few headbutts to send him back down. Sh resituates herself and comes jumping off the top rope but Reed catches her and squeezes the life out of her with the Bearhug!
Tom Phillips: This could be the end of Jamie right here.
Corey Graves: The Colossus is going to break her in half if this keeps going. The ref may need to stop this for her behalf.
Mauro Ranallo: Nothing would anger Jamie more and I doubt anyone wants to face the wrath of Jamie Hayter.
You can see the pain in Hayter's face as she's fighting to keep her insides in. She tries punching Reed but that doesn't seem to be working. Instead stead goes for the old clapping the ears. It seems to work but Reed won't let up. She slaps his ears again and is finally put down. Hayter gives him another Big Boot and Bronson stumbles backwards, bouncing off the ropes and comes back to Hayter who is able to lift him up for an earth shattering Spinebuster! She makes the pin!
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Reed kicks out! He rolls over to get back up and she comes up behind him. She reaches over to grab his arm for the Hayterade but Reed throws a Back Elbow that stuns her. She picks her up and delivers a Scoop Slam. He runs to the ropes and goes for a Senton but Jamie rolls out of the way. They both get to their feet and Hayter starts throwing punches but /reed eats them up like lunch and instead Headbutts her. She then lifts her onto his shoulders and drops her with a Samoan Drop! He makes the pin!
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Hayter kicks out! Reed exits out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. He's preparing to cause a natural disaster but Hayter gets to her feet and hits the ropes causing him to lose his balance and fall back inside the ring. He goes to get back up and Jamie starts pummelling his back with clubbing blows. She then runs to the ropes but Reed also runs to the perpendicular ropes and Jamie stops when she doesn't see him but he levels her with a Pounce and she goes flying through the ropes to the outside!
Mauro Ranallo: And Bronson Reed just hit Hayter out of the park with that one!
Corey Graves: They say Hayter hits hard but Reed just hit harder!
Reed exits the ring and picks up Jamie to do more damage. He scoops her up and walks with her over to the steel ring post and just rams her back into the post! He drops her to the floor and she writhers around in pian. The ref yells at Reed for doing that but continues the count. Reed goes to climb back into the ring and take a count out win but Hayter grabs his boot. He simply laughs and kicks it away. He wants to dish out more punishment and so he goes to the announce table and removes the cover. He picks Hayter up and walks with her over to the table but she fights back and falls behind him, giving him a Chop Block! Hayter jumps on him and starts hammering away. The ref's count reaches 8 and Hayter gets off and goes to get back into the ring but Reed grabs onto her boot. She tries to shake him loose but he keeps hanging on until the ref reaches the count of 10!
Tony Chimel: As a result of a Double Countout, this match has been declared a Draw!
There's a mixed reaction from the crowd but Hayter starts to put the boots to Reed. Bronson ends up tripping her up and starts clobbering her as well and multiple staff come out form the back to separate the two.
Tom Phillips: Looks like these two are far from done with one another.
Mauro Ranallo: The list of enemies on Hayter's shit list keeps getting bigger and bigger.
The security is keeping the two wrestlers at bay as the live feed goes elsewhere.
The scene cuts to the backstage area where Santos and Zelina are seen leaving out of Mysterio's locker room they both ran into the Damian Priest, Mafia Don, and Rhea Ripley in the hallway and talk some none sense into them while saying something ridiculous to the Mafia]
Santos Escobar: if it isn't The Mafia. me and Zelina. heard everything about you and what two did to Eddie Guerrero. at Wrestle Mania the of you threw him off the stage and now that he will be leaving tonight after he takes out The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns. in that middle ring on Revolution.
Mafia Dom
I don’t understand nothing you said just now fool, but what I do know is that it sounds like you’re fishing to get your ass kicked right here right now! As far as I’m concerned Eddie was left in the past just like the rest of those old geezers we sent running to the retirement. As far as his crew of dirty mexicans y’all could never compare to what The Mafia has going on. So I suggest you sit quiet before we decide to shut y’all up right here.
The Mafia begin to laugh as they bump through Santos and Zelina Vega before Vega began to shout at the crew.
Zelina Vega:Is that so Mr. Mysterio, you were such an innocent boy before you let these clowns mindwash you and if you want a shot against me and Escobar. then why not challenge us next Thursday on Revolution in a tag team match between Mafia Dom and Rhea Ripley to meet us in the ring at UWF.
The Mafia pays Zelina Vega no mind as they continue to brush pass the two before Santos starts to speak.
Santos Escobar: unless you're gonna let your TV Champion Finn and Damian to do your dirty work for you so well see you two losers next week on Revolution.
Catching their attention The Mafia stops in their tracks and turns around to Santos And Zelina as Rhea Ripley decides to step forward and reply
Rhea Ripley
You’re nothing to compare to us, don’t you get it? Or I think it’s best we show you since you have so much to say and I’m not talking to Zelina either I’m meaning you big boy. We accept your challenge!
Rhea Ripley storms off as Mafia Dom and Priest laughs before they walk off after the trio had left Zelina had more on her chest to say.
Zelina Vega: Oh and if you three ain't down with LWO then we got three words for ya Viva La Raza.
Escobar and Vega exits out of the hallway and prepares for next week's revolution even begins on UWF network
We go backstage to the parking lot where Renee Young is waiting with a camera crew and then a black SUV pulls up. The door behind the driver swings open and there is Maxwell Jacob Friedman with his Intercontinental Championship wrapped around his waist.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Keep the car running. I’m going to talk to this bimbo and then grab some food at catering, then we are out of this hell hole. I can’t believe I have to be here at all when I’m not even booked.
MJF closes the door and turns right to be next to Renee.
RENEE YOUNG: MJF, I do appreciate your time tonight.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Well, usually I’d take it as an insult that I wasn’t booked on the Revolution coming off a pay per view. But honestly, as little time as I need to spend around you morons here in the back is probably for the best. So, let’s get this going.
RENEE YOUNG: I will get right to it, at Final Battle you and Orange Cassidy had an incredible match. But there are many people who are upset at how the match ended.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Oh, people are ‘upset’ about what happened at Final Battle? Let me tell you who isn’t upset about what happened at Final Battle, this guy. Your UWF Intercontinental Champion is fine with what happened at Final Battle. I’m surprised so many people are upset, because the fact is I made a guarantee and I followed up on that. I said I would be walking out still your champion and I did just that. Now if people can’t take that I’m smarter than them, that’s not my issue. That’s for Orange Cuck and his band of inbred fans to whine and complain about…at the back of the line.
RENEE YOUNG: People are upset because they said you…
Renee trails off because Orange Cassidy storms into the scene. He looks as if he’s trying to keep his low key demeanor, but his body language just seems to be a little bit off.
Orange Cassidy: They are saying you embarrassed yourself and disgraced that championship by what you did at Final Battle, and you know what? I agree. A real champion wouldn't have to lean on his so-called "advantage" to just barely escape the guy he's spent weeks saying isn't good eno-
MJF can’t hold it in and begins to laugh. He even turns away from Cassidy for a moment to try and stop laughing. As he turns back Cassidy's jaw is set in a scowl.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: A guy who uses Orange Juice as a weapon is going to try and talk to me about who is an embarrassment when it comes to a wrestling match? A guy who when he holds any type of championship or medal…puts it in a backpack instead of wearing it with pride…he’s going to tell me about who is being an embarrassment?
Orange Cassidy: I don't need to call you anything. Your actions did all of the speaking for me, Max. And that championship deserves someone who will actually fight and defend it with a little bit of honor. The Intercontinents need a defender they can be proud of. Not a man who
just when he's about to lo–
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: If anyone looks like they are about to lose it, that’s you…I guess you are now freshly squeezed with some bitter pulp in there. Bitter because you didn’t get what you want. Bitter because you think I have to hold myself to your standards…why? I did what I had to do to keep my championship, and who is still champion?
MJF gives a big smirk as he looks down at the title around his waist.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But you know what brings me the most joy out of all of this? This moment right here, where you are fighting so hard to keep that “whatever” persona. But like I said from the beginning, it’s all a lie that you use to rally those morons. I can see the anger, the ambition, the rage bubbling up….I can see the real you…Jimmy.
Cassidy does visibly look like he takes a moment to calm himself, his scowl shifting into neutral.
Orange Cassidy: I'm surprised you're not buzzing with flies with all the crap coming out of your mouth. Look, Max, just listen to me man: somewhere deep inside, you know I deserve another shot at your title. And until you give it to me and fight me like a man, you're going to resent the fact that you and I both know you couldn't get it done. You're no better than L.A. Knight, you just got to that 10 sacred pounds of gold faster than he did.
MJF takes a moment and looks like he’s really thinking. He’s going back and forth in his head and then smiles as he looks back down at Cassidy.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: NO!
MJF begins to laugh hysterically again.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: This is the problem with what EC3 has built, everyone thinks they get a rematch. And maybe it is written into the contract of champions who lose their titles. But your little Special Olympics Medal didn't have a rematch clause written into it. You got to trade that piece of trash in for ONE SHOT at my title. Like Eminem asks “what are you going to do if you have only one shot?” I guess your answer is BLOW THE SHOT! Which you did and now to the back of the line you go. Maybe you can scrape and claw your way back up to facing me again in November or December… but right now if you think you are my next number one contender, you must have Sunny D on the brain Jimmy. Go back to your half hearted thumbs up, playing with little kids cosplaying as you, go back to being irrelevant. I’m going to go back to shaping this industry as we know it, everything back to where it belongs. Toodles.
MJF turns to walk away still laughing at the idea that Cassidy thinks he should get a rematch. Out of nowhere, a navel orange smashes MJF in the head from behind before Cassidy springs to action! He starts hammering MJF on the upper back and shoulders as the champion tries to retreat to his car. The driver’s side door opens as Hager rushes to get out. Cassidy sees it and hurls MJF head first into the door that slams on Hager who is halfway out. MJF now lays on the ground, his head making a huge dent in the door. Officials scurry to get between MJF and Cassidy, who just shrugs and shakes his head.
Orange Cassidy: Here's how it's going to work, Max. You're going to give me my rematch, or I'm going to make you give it to me, by making it impossible for you to do anything else.
An unusually amped O.C. then leaves the scene as Hager recovers enough to check on his employer, who still seems dazed by the blow to the head. The show moves on...
We would come back from a commercial break to Tony Chimel in the ring, as usual he has a microphone in hand.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming, accompanied by the Nation of Violence, Samoa Joe
The crowd would begin booing as Samoa Joe, flanked by Kevin Nash, Kurt Angle and Ciampa make their way down the ramp. Joe and Nash would be talking the shit as Angle and Ciampa keep guard, making sure no interlopers interrupt the group. Reaching the ring, the foursome would enter and Joe would pat Chimel on the back and take the mic off his hands. For a few seconds, Joe would listen to the crowd before talking.
Samoa Joe: Now first off I would just like to thank Tony Chimel for that wondrous introduction for us as a group. Really Tony, some of your best work and it should be for the best group in the UWF right now. I mean look at the four of us. You have the greatest big man in wrestling history with Kevin Nash. The wrestling machine himself, Kurt Angle and as of Final Battle, The Sicilian Psychopath, Tomasso Ciampa I mean weres the lie folks, this is a group built for greatness.
The crowd would boo even louder and Angle, having been handed a mic, would jump onto the middle rope and shout out into crowd
Kurt Angle: YOU INGRATES BETTER SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT FOR THE GREATEST SAMOAN IN UWF HISTORY OR ELSE I’LL COME OUT THERE AND KICK ALL YOUR ASSES.
The crowd would egg on Angle more who would motion to go out but Joe would motion to Ciampa who would pull him back in. Nash would speak into his mic.
Kevin Nash: Woah, woah Kurt, calm down man. We can’t expect these people to have decorum or respect. I mean they live in Florida of all places, I swear I got a staph infection stepping off of the damn plane. Seriously i’ve felt ill the whole time i’ve been here, I couldn’t imagine living in a shithole like this. I swear the old folks home down the street has more teeth than this whole audience.
Joe and Nash would share a laugh at the audience's expense.
Samoa Joe: You know while you’re right about the dental hygiene of this crowd, I’ll tell you who they have better teeth than after Final Battle, Nash?
Nash would look at Joe knowingly
Kevin Nash: Who’s that Joe?
Joe would smirk
Samoa Joe: They have better teeth than Spike Dudley after my man Ciampa over here, blasted him with that steel chair.
The duo would laugh again as the boos continue.
Samoa Joe: Oh come on guys don’t be like that, I get it, going into Final Battle you wanted the Runt to win but sorry folks, dreams like that don’t come true. I gave Spike the opportunity to prove to me that Backlash was not a fluke but as I foretold, it was a fluke and he couldn’t get the job done. Maybe if he had more than that little ring rat at ringside as back up he would have been able to pull out the W but as always I was ten steps ahead of him but I can’t take all the credit for the win, I had assistance from the man of the hour and I would like to allow him to speak so Ciampa please.
The Nation of Violence would clap for Ciampa and allow him to take centre stage, the booing would change from boos to “Why Ciampa Why”
Ciampa: You want to know why well…..
Before Ciampa can explain he is cut off.
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The Owner of UWF walks out from the back to a modest pop. He's got a mic in hand as he walks down to the ring. He comes in and looks at all 4 men before beginning to speak.
EC3: I'd say I'm sorry to interrupt you but I'm not. Ciampa, you don't work here anymore. As a matter of fact, I don't think I signed any of you other than Joe to a contract. He's allowed to have a manager and so when Kurt Angle came by I didn't think much of it. He's managed before. When I saw Kevin Nash I figured old friends were visiting. Then comes you Ciampa. I don't know if you remember this but you put your career on the line just a few short months ago. Now I got Sami Zayn breathing down my neck threatening legal action. So as far as I'm concerned, I could officially banish all of you from ever stepping in a UWF arena ever again.
A loud pop from the crowd as they don't want to see these individuals continue to do whatever they want.
EC3: Unfortunately, there's someone who wants a little revenge for what you've done to them and their family in recent months. Spike Dudley is still recuperating after what transpired at Final Battle but he gave a very clear proposition. Next week at Heatwave, your 3 best versus him, Bubba and D-Von. Whichever side loses, they will be gone and banished from the UWF.
There's another loud pop from the crowd but Joe and the Nation of Violence don't seem very phased.
EC3: Oh and one more thing, it'll be a TLC!
Now there's a look of concern on the group. They try to not let it phase them but EC3 walks out with a smile on his face knowing he's made a big money match for next week. The Nation talks among themselves as the live feed goes elsewhere.
We cut to the locker room of the Tribal Chief as he is watching the show intently. All of a sudden, a knock on the door is heard.
Roman Reigns: Come in.
In comes UWF backstage announcer Cathy Kelly and Roman get’s up.
Roman Reigns: Cathy, how’s it going?
Roman’s voice is much more jovial than usual, and Roman hugs the interviewer, and Cathy speaks.
Cathy Kelly: Hello, Roman. Can I get an interview with you?
Roman Reigns: Cathy, anything for you. Hey, Solo, get up. Will you so Cathy can sit down?
Solo gets up, and Roman sits on the couch, Cathy sits next to him, and Reigns speaks.
Roman Reigns: Do you need anything before we get started? I can get the Wiseman to grab it for you.
Cathy Kelly: No, I am fine. Thank you so much, Roman. Now let’s get started. I just want to ask how you feel after your first match back.
Roman smiles and smirks, and he speaks.
Roman Reigns: Honestly, Cathy. I feel kind of sore. You know it’s been a while since I was in that ring, and I didn’t take any easy opponent. I took on someone who was a dangerous opponent. I mean, Jamie Hayter is no walk in the park. So I took some unnecessary shots that, in due time, we will get rid of those unnecessary shots, but in the end, all that matters is I picked up what’s most important here in the UWF, and that’s a W.
Cathy Kelly: I don’t know if you heard what Jamie Hayter said about you this week, but she didn’t have some kind words.
Roman Reigns: I don’t care what Jamie Hayter has to say. You see, that is a loser mentality. Worrying about who you lost to. I mean Cathy, if she would have beaten me. No sweat on my back; I would have just game-planned and moved on to the next one. If she is stuck on saying negative things about me, then so be it. Have that loser mentality. I am only focusing on one thing and one thing only, and that is winning.
Cathy Kelly: I totally understand it’s just she said you wouldn’t have won if it wasn’t for Solo Sikoa.
Roman gets a confused look on his face, and he looks at Solo Solo shrugs his shoulder and Roman speaks.
Roman Reigns: Cathy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Cath Kelly: Well Solo did help you in the match?
Roman and Solo sell confusion on their face, and Solo goes, and he speaks
Solo Sikoa: Excuse me, my Tribal Chief. I know this is your interview, but I just want to clear something up. You see the camera made it seem like I helped you put your foot on the rope. Though I was in the position to get a closer look at what was happening. I just wanted to mentally see what I would have to do if I was in that position. Everything done in that ring is because of the Tribal Chief. Jamie attacking me was just her looking to blame someone for her mistakes.
Roman Reigns: Thank you, Solo! Now Cathy look if Jamie wants to focus so much on me she can do it by facing Solo Sikoa. As I said, I am moving on from her. I am on to bigger opportunities.
Cathy Kelly: Yes, like taking on Eddie Guerrero tonight. Now Roman what are your thoughts taking on Eddie tonight?
Roman smirks and looks Cathy in the face, and his tone gets serious
Roman Reigns: You know Cathy Eddie Guererro, he lives up to his mantra of lying, cheating, and stealing. Cause Eddie lied to me. He cheated away opportunities from me. And Eddie stole a year of my career away. See I came to be with Eddie Guerrero to be his bloodhound. This man wanted me to help him get rid of a problem at the time in Rey Mysterio. Rey Mysterio, you know, the little superhero of the UWF. The man pretended he was the hero of his story, yet when in reality the man was a villain, and I was there to help Eddie get rid of the little twerp. Though in the end, Eddie just used me. Honestly, Cathy, I just want to beat him. I want to beat him so badly that I never want to see his face again. You see I am tired of people pretending to be something they’re not. I had to do that.
Roman gets a more stern look on his face, and the total calmness from earlier is now turning into frustration
Roman Reigns: Picture getting a call from your cousins who are doing it big in this company. They’re doing everything you pictured yourself to do. Only for you to limit yourself because that’s what they want. You see, my whole time here at UWF is because of what other people wanted. They wanted Roman Reigns to be a guy… Not be THE guy but a guy. A guy that looks good on the posters. A guy that can help get this person over and that person over. Do you think that is fun? Cathy, how would you feel if you were just here to be just an interviewer and not THE interviewer?
Cathy Kelly: Well, I’ll admit it would be pretty frustrating.
Roman Reigns: Exactly, and that’s how I felt in the past frustrated. Frustrated of being limited to the potential that I should be reached now, I am here, and I am looking to show everyone just who Roman Reigns is. I mean, this may sound like a broken record. We can get by week five of me saying this, but I need everyone in the back to hear this. This isn’t the same Roman Reigns. You’re not getting the Big Dog with no bite. You’re getting what happens when someone reaches a limit and potential that people can’t even fathom. We are going to make who you step into this ring with that actual embodiment of Thanos and just like that.
Roman snaps his fingers.
Roman Reigns: Poof, whoever stands in my way, I will make disappear. Whoever thinks they can beat me, just throw it all the way. That’s what I am here to do, Cathy and Eddie Guerrero he is just another man that I am going to snap away until I get to where I need to be here in the UWF. What is well, it’s for you people to watch and most importantly you people to learn. So I don’t care what losers are saying about me. If you come in and want to interview me again, Cathy, you only ask me about who I am facing next and what match is in the future. Losers like Jamie Hayter don’t bring them into my peripheral, you got it?
Cathy nods in agreement, and Roman smiles, and Roman speaks.
Roman Reigns: Wiseman!
Paul Heyman: Yes, my Tribal Chief.
Roman Reigns: Escort Ms. Cathy Kelly out of here and then give her the invoice for having to interview me.
Cathy looks appalled Roman Reigns is expecting to get paid for what is typically a free interview. Everyone talks to the backstage interviewers for free.
Roman Reigns: Cathy, I did say anything for you, but anything doesn’t exactly mean it is free. We expect the payment by next week. Don’t try to skip out. I know when that direct deposit hits.
Cathy is just left speechless as The Wiseman goes and offers his hand to her.
Paul Heyman: Ms. Kelly, if you’re ready.
Cathy gets up on her own accord, not taking the help of the Wiseman, and she walks away as Heyman follows. Roman has a smile on his face, and as he leans forward, that smile turns into an angry scowl. Roman didn’t seem to please with the interview, and it seems like the Tribal Chief is in a bad mood before his match with Eddie Guerrero.
As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where Vinny Marseglia is seen walking when suddenly he’s stopped when Finn Balor steps into his path. Joining him after Vinny stops are the rest of The Mafia as they stand on each side of the Television Champion and crowd Vinny. Vinny maintains eye contact with Finn, not looking at Dom, Priest, or Rhea.
Vinny Marseglia: So this is how it’s going to go down tonight, hmm? You’re going to jump me before I get to the ring?
A smile appears on Vinny’s face as he starts laughing, the members of The Mafia all looking at each other as they look caught off guard by the laughter.
Vinny Marseglia: You’re not going to like how it ends for you if you try to stack the numbers up against me, Finn. I’ll have this backstage area sopping wet with blood before you can unstrap that Television Championship to take the first swing. So what’s it going to be? We doing this here or the ring?
Finn Balor doesn’t seemed to bothered by the words coming from Vinny Marseglia as he chuckles and fixes his UWF Television Championship over his shoulder before responding to Vinny.
Finn Balor
Woah Woah Woah, slow down there buckaroo as much as I would love to leave your face on this pavement, unlike you I actually like collecting my checks after I win my matches. And I like the intensity you showed, but the fact that you actually think that you alone could stand face to face with The Mafia is crazy. I’ll take your word for it though you’ll have all of us drowning in a pool of our own blood in the blink on an eye, but just like everybody else you can you bleed too. Don’t make me finish off what Bray Wyatt couldn’t!
Vinny smiles.
Vinny Marseglia: Let me finish that thought for you. What Bray Wyatt couldn’t, and you can’t.
Vinny pats the Television Championship before resuming walking as The Mafia actually moves to let him through.
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
"Lie, Cheat and Steal" hits the PA and the crowd pops big for Eddie's arrival via low rider. He's got a few of his LWO pals with him - Vega and Escobar follow the legendary superstar down to the ring for his upcoming match.
Chimel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Zelina Vega and Santos Escobar... from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds... Eddie Guerrero
Sliding under the ropes, Eddie then scales one of the turnbuckles and busts out that signature pose of his before climbing down to await the arrival of his opponent.
Head of the Table hits the PA System and out comes Roman Reigns. On his right he has the Wiseman of the Tribal Chief and on his left the problem solver Solo Sikoa. Reigns does a sly rubbing of his red leigh he is wearing signifying he is the the head of the table. The three men lift there hands up in the sky signifying 'The Ones'.
Chimel: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida being accompanied by Solo Sikoa, and Paul Heyman. The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns!
Reigns and company make there way to the ring and the reception is mixed for the Tribal Chief. Roman is taking his time to get in the ring showing little urgency. Roman and crew finally get into the ring and when they do they once again throw the ones up high in the sky. Roman removes his red lei and hands it to the Wiseman who exits the ring. Reigns than turns to the problem solver and he pats his cousin on the shoulder signifying it's okay and Solo exits the ring and Roman gets prepared for battle.
The old rivals stare each other down while Tony steps out of the ring. After ensuring both men are ready to go, the Official calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
Eddie's all smiles when that bell rings, a cheeky grin smeared across his face while he eyes his opponent up-and-down. Reigns' nostrils flare a little, indicating that there's no respect coming from his end, and that unlike Guerrero, he isn't happy to be here. The Tribal Chief is carrying himself like he's above a match like this, remaining stoic and planted even when Eddie starts to circle around to get things going.
Phillips: Its been a long time since these two living legends squared off, but fans from the Nitro days will remember a time when these two were at the head of the pack and vying for that top spot.
Ranallo: That's right, Tom. It was at all the way back in 2015 when Roman Reigns beat Eddie Guerrero for the International Championship. Reigns got the better of him in a rematch, too, picking up the win in a TLC match at Starrcade. That was a long time ago, but no doubt Guerrero is looking to get that W back tonight.
Phillips: Eddie's made it clear he's looking for a title shot. Given how impressive Roman looked in his return at Final Battle, Guerrero could easily get his name in the running if he can get past the Tribal Chief.
Graves: You know some people say the only reason either of these guys had a chance to win that International title in the first place is because I knocked Rey Mysterio off the throne. So, ya know... you're welcome.
Eddie shoots in first, getting his arms wrapped around Reigns as he comes in sideways. There's a pretty significant size difference, and for a second, it looks like Roman is big-brothering his rival, mostly ignoring the offensive effort until a sudden weight shift and ankle trip allows Eddie to bring Reigns down to the canvas.
From there, Guerrero attempts to work his way up to a headlock, but Reigns has finally decided to start the match and he counters the effort by shoving Eddie back as he gets to a vertical base again. The LWO member shoots in once more, not missing a beat. Reigns stuff the takedown by pushing the luchador's head towards the canvas and knocking him aside. Though he nearly loses his balance, Guerrero is able to regain his footing as he stumbles towards the ropes, somehow managing to launch him on to and then off of the middle cable with enough poise to pull off a flying crossbody!
Roman catches him coming in, holding Guerrero across his chest like he's about to nail a World's Strongest Slam. The Tribal Chief has spent enough time on screen - both in this ring and in Hollywood - to know to look for that hard cam. He shakes his head "no" right into the lens, punctuating his denial of Guerrero's attack then flexing his inhuman strength with a deadlift to drape Guerrero over his shoulders.
Graves: Good lord he's strong.
Ranallo: Eddie's no stranger to taking on larger competition, but he's going to really need to put his foot on the gas if he wants to stay a step ahead of this new-and-improved Roman Reigns.
Reigns is clearly setting up for a Samoan Drop. Before he can fall backwards, however, Guerrero clobbers him with a few elbows to the side of the head. It takes three before Roman's grip loosens up. Once it does, Eddie slides off the shoulders to land on his feet behind the Tribal Chief.
The leader of the Bloodline whips around with a decapitator of a lariat that could very well have been a match ender... if it landed. Guerrero ducks the hundred-mile-per-hour clothesline and slips behind his for again, hooking a leg as he goes by and drops down to snag himself a surprising small package!
Fans jump out of their seats and cheer while the Referee hits the mat to count it...
1...
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Roman powers out emphatically at two, bucking Guerrero way back with his kick-out!
At ringside, Solo remains as statuesque as ever, arms crossed and expressionless. Conversely, Heyman is as pale as a ghost,all the blood having drained from his face with that close-call.
On the other side of the squared circle, Escobar is pounding the apron, cheering Eddie while Zelina gets the UWF Universe going with an "EDDIE" chant.
Phillips: Ringside is looking crowded for this one. Let's hope things stay civil or the Referee is going to have his hands full.
Graves: I don't like this LWO group one bit. The last thing Eddie Guerrero needs is the bum Rey Mysterio holding him back. Adding Escobar and Zelina to the mix just gives me PTSD. And how is it supposed to make his wife Eve feel, watching her man come down to the ring with another woman? She's looking down the barrel of her third trimester while Eddie's out here Viva La Raza'ing with this Puerto Rican homewrecker!
Ranallo: I think they're just friends, Corey.
Graves: Hey Mr. Pulp Culture Reference, you ever see "When Harry Met Sally?"
The competitors in the ring hurry to get back to their feet. Eddie beats Roman to the punch then clips him with a snappy dropkick. His boots land flush in Reigns' broad chest, hitting with enough umph to send him staggering towards the ropes. Reigns make the most of the situation and uses the momentum from the bounce-back to target Guerrero with a Spear, thinking he might just close the book on this one bright and early.
Guerrero leapfrogs the finisher while Roman blows past, pulls up, and hits the far ropes. He teases the Spear a second time and once again, Eddie goes to jump over. Reigns baited him big time with that one.
The Tribal Chief impressively catches Eddie out of mid-air again, and once more has him in a fireman's carry position. He doesn't do any showboating this time as he immediately flattens his rival with a thunderous Samoan Drop!
Eddie's torso is crushed between heavyweight wrestler and stiff canvas. After squashing him, Reigns rolls the guy over and hooks a leg for the cover...
1...
2...
Eddie kicks out just after two to stay in the fight.
Graves: That one power move just took the wind out of Eddie's sails. Now if Roman can keep him grounded, he can wear Guerrero down and take away the few advantages Eddie had coming into this match.
Ranallo: Well said, Corey. Guerrero's in a bad spot now with the much-larger Reigns on top.
Reigns grabs the chin and gets behind Eddie, holding him in a seated position with a chinlock. The fans boo, bummed to see their thrilling hero held down by this bully's oppressive mat-work.
Heyman's praising Reigns' simple wrestling prowess like a deranged zealot who's never seen the sport before. There isn't a person in the building who wouldn't like to come over there and smack him across the head to get him to shut up, but the imposing Solo Sikoa standing right next to him gives Paul free reign to be as obnoxious as he wants.
As Roman continues to grind away at Eddie, the folks in the other corner look to will their fellow LWO member back into the match. Santos shouts some encouraging advice out for Guerrero and Zelina gets the crowd going with the power-up slow clap. Science can't explain why it works, but sure enough, it does. As the fans rally behind Eddie, he somehow finds the strength to compete with the domineering Samoan superstar, getting his legs beneath him so that he's able to push himself back up to his feet.
The Tribal Chief squeezes tighter, desperate to bring Eddie back down to the canvas. Its hopeless. There's too much fight in the guy.
Phillips: Guerrero's firing up! He's still in this thing!
Ranallo: It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, its the size of the fight in the dog!
The man they used to call the "Big Dog" counters that sentiment with a clubbing forearm across the back of Eddie's head just as soon as he breaks loose. Reigns then careens Guerrero towards the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Eddie rebounds back but gets things going his way again with a tilt-a-whirl counter into a DDT that plants Reigns' noggin firmly into the canvas! He scrambles to shoot the half...
1...
2...
Roman gets the shoulder up at two-and-a-half.
Eddie shakes his head but stays determined. Wrapping an arm around Roman's neck, he pulls the leader of the Bloodline up to his feet and then astoundingly hoists him up for a suplex!
One is never enough, though, and the fans know it. The energy in the arena doubles as Eddie rolls through and, with some serious effort, connects with a second suplex! Heyman buries his head in his hands. Solo's eye twitches - the slightest of flinches from the Enforcer.
Phillips: Guerrero coming in hot with that Third Amigo!
Ranallo: Eddie's well on his way to making that statement win he was looking for!
To the delight of the fans, Eddie pulls off a third consecutive suplex. He's got the people busting out that signature chest shake of his as he heads towards the turnbuckle. Climbing to the top, its clear he's going to put a stamp on this one with the Frog Splash...
Then the titantron fires to life! That's never a good thing! Never a good thing at all!
Up on the big screen, some sicko camerman is like Jake Gyllenhaal in Nightcrawler, voyeuristically standing back and simply watching as Finn Balor and his Mafia lay a smackdown on Rey Mysterio! The fans boo at the sight of the legendary hero getting pummeled four-to-one by those ne'er-do-wells.
Graves: Ahahaha! I love it!
Ranallo: Oh stop it Corey! This a heinous crime we're witnessing! The Mafia is brutalizing Rey Mysterio!
Phillips: Eddie said he wanted a shot at the Television title - maybe this is Finn Balor sending a message.
Guerrero is distracted by the horrifying scene on the screen. Escobar and Zelina immediately run away up the ramp to go and make the save. The feed cuts out shortly thereafter but its too late - Reigns has already made the most of the interference by recovering and blasting Eddie across the jaw with a Superman Punch to knock him off his perch.
With the fans jeering, Reigns lines up the fallen Guerrero in his sights and then nails an enormous Spear the moment Eddie gets back to his feet. He lands on top, hooks both legs deep and finds that hard cam again to shoot the whole world a confident scowl as he puts away his old rival again...
1...
2...
3...
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
"THE TRIBAL CHIEF" ROMAN REIGNS!
His music hits the PA and Reigns stands tall to have his hand raised. Heyman and Solo join him in the ring to Acknowledge the victory.
Phillips: Eddie Guerrero was well on his way to winning this thing until that untimely distraction. The Mafia must have dirt on someone in the production truck to be able to cut into the feed mid-match like that. I trust a full investigation will be launched to look into it.
Graves: All week long, Guerrero was looking past Roman and that's what ended up coming back to bite him. The Tribal Chief, meanwhile, hasn't looked this dominant in years. If you wrote him off, write him back in, because this is a man who could very well be a world champion again some day soon.
Ranallo: This is going way back, but remember that barnburner he had with Drew McIntyre for the US Title back in the day? To think we could see them run that back for the UWF Championship on Revolution some time soon...
Phillips: Well I'd like to see Eddie get another crack at him after this debacle but first I hope he teaches the Television Champ a lesson.
Ranallo: I wouldn't be surprised to see this Mafia versus LWO war escalate in the weeks to come, assuming Balor survives his encounter with the Horror King later on this evening.
Reigns leads his crew up the ramp while Eddie finally sits up in the ring. The Referee tries to check on him but she shoves him off before rolling under the ropes and limping to the back to go and check on Rey Mysterio and the others. Revolution rolls on!
We cut to some unscheduled programming brought to you by one of our UWF roster members.
TALKING!
SHIT!
WITH!
THE!
WAR!
HORSE!
A SPECIAL EPISODE.
WHY.
BRITLAND.
IS.
DUMB.
Warhorse is running around frantically in his little set. What a display of control, absolute sovereignty in the face of all perception of himself. Sarcasm obviously shithead.
WARHORSE: TONIGHT. IS THE FUCKING NIGHT.
TONIGHT I’M GONNA BEAT DREW MCINTYRE’S ASS.
IT’S INEVITABLE FOR THE WARHORSE, EVER SINCE WARHORSE HAS CAME BACK HE’S HIT A MASSIVE STREAK. THE LIKES UNSEEN. TEARING THROUGH EVERYONE’S ASS AND TAKING A LOOK ON THE OTHER SIDE.
DREW MCINTYRE ISN’T A MAN I HATE, BUT HE AS A FIGURE IS SOMEONE I NEED TO BEAT. TO TOPPLE. TO DEMOLISH. TO RULE.
Warhorse finally stops running about.
I TELL YOU WHY BROTHER. IT’S BECAUSE HE’S THE CHAMP. AND THAT MEANS HE’S THE BIGGEST MAN IN THE ROOM. TECHNICALLY. ON PAPER. EVERYONE KNOWS THAT IS, IN FACT, WARHORSE.
ANYONE WITH A MIND KNOWS THAT IT IS WARHORSE. THAT WARHORSE IS THE BIGGEST MAN IN THE ROOM. BADA-BING-BADA-BOOM.
THAT MEASLY BRITLANDER WON’T KNOW WHAT’S HIT HIM. LIKE A BASEBALL BAT ON THE FOURTH OF MOTHERFUCKING JULY, HE’S GONNA GET A WHACKED. NOT ALIKE FINN BALOR’S SHITTY MOB. THEY ONLY WHACK THEIR MEATS. WARHORSE IS TALKING ABOUT GETTING THE DANDY 1-2-3. BIG WINS.
Warhorse counts three on his hands, he can manage to do this.
SO. LIKE ALL AMERICAN GREATS, LET ME TEAR DOWN HIS COUNTRY OF ORIGIN. DREW MCINTYRE IS A FILTHY, DIRTY, MOTHERFUCKING BRITLANDER. WHAT A LOAD OF BULL. REAL MEN BLEED THE RED WHITE AND BLUE.
Warhorse, clearly unaware that the Great Britain flag also only contains the colours red white and blue.
NUMBER ONE. THEY COLONISED EVERYONE. IS THAT THE TYPE OF MAN YOU WANT AS YOUR CHAMPION, AMERICA?
I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO.
NUMBER TWO. THEIR POLICIES ARE MAD REGRESSIVE ON QUEER RIGHTS. ONLY NOT BEEN ILLEGAL FOR 50 YEARS TO BE GAY, LET ALONE TRANSITION. WHAT TYPE OF COUNTRY WOULD ALLOW THAT?
NUMBER THREE. THEY HAVE AWFUL. AWFUL TEETH. WHEN HE SPOKE THIS WEEK, PROMOTING THIS SHOW. HYPING THIS MATCHUP UP. I COULD ONLY NOTICE THE LACK OF A GOOD DENTIST. IT MAKES WARHORSE CRINGE EVERY LAST HAIR ON THE WARHORSE’S BODY.
THE NUMBERS DON’T LIE, DREW MCINTYRE. AND THEY SPELL DISASTER FOR YOU TONIGHT, ASSHOLE.
UH.
We head elsewhere.
The music begins to blare and the fans erupt with their boos, but there isn’t the normal pageantry of a MJF entrance. He isn’t strutting out taking in the hatred, almost as soon as the music begins MJF quickly stomps out to the ring. He is not dressed for a match or dressed in his usual fashionable sense. He has dried blood on his face and a white tank top on, with rage in his eyes. Hager is following behind, holding his ribs from being slammed in the car door, as MJF pays no mind to the fans and gets in the ring. He grabs a microphone before the music even dies down.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: ARE YOU GODDAMN KIDDING?!!! Seriously, is this how this dumbass company runs?
The fans are still booing.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: ALL YOU INBRED POOR NOBODIES CAN SHUT THE HELL UP! SOMEONE WHO MATTERS IS SAYING SOMETHING! So not only do I have to deal with Orange Cuck getting cheap shots in because he isn’t man enough to accept that he lost his shot.
Fans erupt with cheers at the reminder that Orange Cassidy attacked MJF earlier in the night.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: That’s right, cheer that your so called ‘good guy’ jumped me from behind like a bitch. So, not only do I have to deal with that, but while I’m having this being taken care of by the trainer, but while I’m still bleeding I have to hear that EC3 just gave that coward another shot at my title? What’s the matter Ethan, you upset someone on this roster has some actual brains? You made that maybe when people think UWF they aren’t thinking about your entitled ass anymore? So you need to try and prove something by giving Orange Cuck another bite at the apple?
MJF is stomping around like a lion in a cage with a blood thirst.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: I’m not afraid of a single man on this roster, I will beat the hell out of anyone who thinks they can take the title from me. But I’m also still a champion here, I’m your top champion, no matter what some skirt wearing steroid freak has to say. So as a champion I think I should have a little power. Orange, you want another title shot…fine you get your way. But it’s not going to be just that easy, you not only pissed me off, but you pissed the big man off as well.
Hager is standing behind MJF holding his ribs but shaking his head with a look in his eyes like he wants to rip someone apart.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman: So here’s what happens, next week Heatwave, you are going to go 1 on 1 with Jake Hager! And this man is going to absolutely rip you to shreds, I’d be surprised if your ass makes it to Summerslam. But here’s the catch, if you can fluke your way into pinning this man or…I can’t even say this with a straight face, make this MMA superstar tap out. Then you get to choose the stipulation of our match. But if you come up short, like I know you will because that’s what you do…crumble with the spotlight is the hottest. Then I get to set the stipulations for our match. But honestly, it doesn’t matter the type of match because we all know how this ends. I’m going to win again, you will have some lame ass excuse and round and round we will go. But we all know the truth, we all know the words that will be ringing in your head and in your soul when I’m done beating you within an inch of your worthless life. My name is Maxwell Jacob Friedman, I am better than you and you know it!
With that MJF’s music plays up again, he drops the microphone and storms out of the ring and into the back after a long night.
The scene opens up to Renee Young sitting down in a chair as she holds a microphone. The camera doesn’t pan all the way out showing who she is seated with so everybody sits in suspense to see who’s having this interview.
Renee Young
Please Welcome My Guest At This Time… Cody Rhodes!
The camera quickly widens its shot and catches Cody Rhodes who is seated with Renee Young. Renee Young wastes no time as she begins to speak with Cody Rhodes
Renee Young
Well Cody, obviously last week Sunday at Final Battle we saw what was your last match here at UWF as you’re going into retirement. How do you feel about your time here at UWF and do you have some hopes of coming back to UWF?
Cody who has a big grin on his face begins to reply to Renee Young
Cody Rhodes
Well Renee, UWF has been a bumpy ride. I’ve had my ups and I’ve had my downs but at the end of the day I went down swinging and doing what I love. Even though I didn’t get to walk into the sunset with the Television Championship, at least everybody knows that I fought harder than anybody around here, All in the name of my father Dusty Rhodes. I came to UWF and I carried Rhodes' legacy so I know at the end of the day I’ve made him proud. As for if you’ll ever see me again only time will tell, but for right now I want to make time for my family and be there for my children.
Renee Young
Family Man at his best! One more question for you, everybody knows the history between you and Finn Balor when it comes to the UWF Television Championship. Did you feel some type of way about him being the one to stand tall at Final Battle.
Cody Rhodes smiles drops off of his face as the topic switches.
Cody Rhodes
Well, there’s no harm that could happen now. It was all my plan to give The Mafia the Television Championship, only I saw the potential of The Mafia so I decided to give them the Television Championship to boost their appearance, but instead it boosted their egos. I align myself with The Mafia just to further show them my loyalty and all I ever got was betrayal. Matter fact I wish Finn Balor was here right now so I could-
Finn Balor walks in just before Cody Rhodes could finish his sentence with a huge grin on his face.
Finn Balor
Well speak of the Devil and he shall appear
As Cody Rhodes looks on in shock he is met by a Big Boot! by Rhea Ripley as he knocks Cody Rhodes out of his seat. Renee Young scurries away as both Mafia Dom and Damian Priest begin to lay waste on Cody Rhodes. After their assault, Mafia Dom and Priest hold down Cody Rhodes as Finn Balor gets close to his face and begins to speak.
Finn Balor
You never gave us anything! Anything we wanted we deserved and everything we didn’t deserve we took anyway. You’re just mad that I was able to scout your plan faster than you buddy. Don’t worry though we’ll leave you with an awesome leaving gift, a riptide!
Shortly after Finn Balor finished his sentence Rhea picked up Cody Rhodes and dropped him with a Riptide! The Mafia then runs off as the camera fades to black as Cody is left lying there in pain.
”GET ON YOUR KNEES
AND BOW DOWWNNN!!!”
The raucous crowd erupt into cheers at the sound of those words as, “Bow Down” by IPrevail plays throughout the arena. It isn’t long before the, “Horror King” himself makes his presence felt as he appears from behind the curtain with axe in hand and starts making his way down the ramp.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”, Vinny Marseglia!
As Vinny enters the ring, he ascends the nearest turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air. After being greeted with more cheers, he steps down and points his signature axe at the stage as he gets ready for the match ahead.
“Catch your breath” begins to blast through the pa system as the crowd stand to their feet as they hear the theme song Everybody turns their attention to the entrance ramp to watch Finn Balor walk out onto the stage. Finn Balor walks out onto the stage in his blue leather jacket and blue trunks and quickly embraces the crowd as he walks out.
Tony Chimel: Weighing In at 180lbs from Ireland, the Television Champion, Finn Balor!
The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild. Finn Balor times his theme song perfectly and taunts the crowd as the lights flash. After taunting Finn Balor throws up his collar on his jacket and proceeds to walk down the ramp and make his way to the ring. Balor then climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to showboat the crowd once more as the light flickers.
Finn Balor hops off of the turnbuckle.
DING! DING!
VS 
Balor and Vincent circle the ring, Balor smirks as he leads the entrance ramp into Marseglia's blind spot. Marseglia almost like second sense turns to see Ripley and Priest climb onto the apron. Marseglia swings wildly at Priest who barely drops as Marseglia leans his whole body on the top rope in pursuit. Ripley puts both hands up as Marseglia looks to get someone but Balor connects with an elbow sending Vinny into the turnbuckle as he begins offloading knees and stray punches down on The Horror King...
Mauro Ranallo: This is going to be an absolute barn-burner, folks!
Tom Phillips: Absolutely, and let's not forget the presence of Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley at ringside. They're here to support Balor, but you never know when things might escalate!
Mauro Ranallo:"Its the Mafia it's bound to go sideways real quickly! There is no sign of the eel that is "Dirty" Dom..."
Balor, having softened the former champ up, Irish whips Marseglia across the ring into the turnbuckle, Vinny crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Marseglia slumps against the turnbuckle, clutching his chest in pain, while Balor takes a moment to assess the situation. The momentum is clearly in Balor's favor as he continues to dominate the match, capitalizing on every opportunity to punish his opponent.
Balor seizes the opportunity to maintain control over the match. He approaches Marseglia, who is still slumped against the turnbuckle, and begins delivering a series of calculated strikes to further weaken his opponent. Balor unleashes a combination of kicks and punches, targeting Marseglia's midsection, aiming to keep him disoriented and unable to mount a counterattack. Vinny catches a boot, He smiles sadistically as he twist it trying to snap Balors leg, Finn using his expertise, connects with a boot to the temple from a enzuguri, stunning Marseglia momentarily.
Mauro Ranallo: "Enzuguri! on the counter offensive..."
As Balor gets to his feet, he takes a moment to gather himself and assess the situation. With a swift and fluid motion, Balor grabs Marseglia by the arm and whips him towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As Marseglia bounces off the ropes and comes charging back, Balor prepares for his next move. He positions himself in the center of the ring, ready to deliver a devastating strike.
As Marseglia approaches, Balor springs into action, leaping into the air and executing a picture-perfect dropkick. His feet connect with Marseglia's chest, sending him crashing down to the mat with tremendous force.
Balor and Vinny both get to their feets, Balor is shaken a little by the resilience shown by the horror king. Marseglia slowly rises to his feet, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. He wipes the blood from his lip and locks eyes with Balor, showing no signs of backing down. Despite the punishment he has endured, Marseglia, goes for a lariat but Balor is still fresh as he runs under the attempt, He rebounds and on the rebound he jumps and catches the neck of Marseglia bringing him down hard into the canvas with a slingblade.
Balor smiles as Priest points to the top rope, He knows he can do it. He knows he can have the most talked about win on Revolution if only he can hit this coup de grace. Balor makes his way up the turnbuckle as he looks down at Marseglia prone stunned...
Tom Phillips:: And here comes the Coup de Grace! Balor's climbing the turnbuckle, aiming to put an end to this match!
Balor goes to leap with all his might but Marseglia gets to his feet in one swift motion and catches Balor with an European uppercut, The impact of Marseglia's European uppercut catches Balor off guard, halting his descent before even taking off. Balor is momentarily stunned as he teeters on the turnbuckle, trying to regain his balance. Marseglia seizes the opportunity and quickly ascends the turnbuckle, positioning himself beside Balor.
Corey Graves: But wait, Marseglia's not giving up! He catches Balor with a vicious European uppercut! Balor's balance is all off!
With a sadistic grin, Marseglia hooks Balor's arm and prepares to execute a devastating release superplex not into the ring but to the outside where there is nothing...
Tom Phillips:: Oh my, Marseglia's setting up for something big! He's going for the release superplex!
Corey Graves: This is dangerous territory! If he hits this, Balor will be in serious trouble!
Marseglia, fueled by his sadistic nature, lifts Balor up as he releases him over his shoulder, Balor is sent to soar through the air, crashing down onto the outside floor with an earth-shattering impact. The crowd gasps in disbelief as balor is motionless on the ground, the intensity of the match reaching its peak, Rhea and Priest are next to Balor, They both move out of the way as Marseglia has launched himself from the turnbuckle he connects with REDRUM almost going through his man, Priest and Rhea both are scared of Marseglia who smiles at the two keeping their distance from him...
Mauro Ranallo: "REDRUM! REDRUM!"
Corey Graves: Wait, what's happening now? Dirty Dom has emerged from under the ring! He's trying to interfere!
Marseglia is about to get swarmed butMarseglia redirects Rhea Ripley into the ringside barricade, causing her to crash hard. He then dodges a wild swing from Priest and sends him over the steel steps, leaving Balor on his back inside the ring, seemingly defenseless. Vinny rolls Balor into the ring. Marseglia goes to follow but... Dirty Dom has hold of his leg, He has appeared from under the ring, Dom holds the leg as Marseglia begins to stomp down on the head of Dom as he gets himself free. Vinny goes under the bottom rope...
BALOR is flying through the air, He connects right on the back of the head of Marseglia with a coup de grace. Balor quickly pulls back both legs of Marseglia, The referee gets into position as Balor puts all his weight on the legs of Marseglia...
Tom Phillips:: Balor seizes the opportunity! He delivers a picture-perfect Coup de Grace! This could be it!
One...
Two...
Marseglia kicks out at Two!
Corey Graves: He hooks the leg for the pin! One, two... but Marseglia kicks out!
The crowd in disbelief as Marseglia manages to kick out at the very last moment. Balor's face shows a mix of surprise, frustration, and determination. He knows he needs to dig deeper if he wants to put Marseglia away for good.
The Irish superstar decides to take advantage of the situation and capitalizes on Marseglia's momentary disorientation. Balor grabs Marseglia and pulls him up, attempting to set him up for a finishing move. However, Marseglia, driven by sheer willpower, manages to fight back, delivering a series of elbows and strikes to Balor's midsection.
It will take more than that to get Balor to release his man, Balor goes for "1916" Bloody Sunday. Balor pulls Marseglia up and positions him for the move but is cut off by a headbutt, Marseglia bouncing off the ropes, He jumops up and plants Balor into the canvas with a Bow Down!
Marseglia goes for the pin, hooking Balor's leg as the referee slides into position:
One...
Two...
Thr--
But Balor manages to kick out just in the nick of time, displaying his determination to stay in the match.
Corey Graves: Balor's not giving up either! He's going for another finishing move!
Marseglia, frustrated by the near-fall, doesn't waste any time. He drags Balor up, looking to finish him off for good. However, Balor, fueled by his desire to win, starts to fight back with a flurry of strikes, stunning Marseglia. With one swift motion, Balor traps Marseglia's arm and executes a beautifully timed 1916 Bloody Sunday DDT, driving Marseglia's head into the canvas.
Tom Phillips:: "1916 BLOODY SUNDAY!!"
Both competitors are down and exhausted, but Balor manages to drape an arm over Marseglia's chest for the pin:
One...
Two...
Thr--
Somehow, someway, Marseglia manages to kick out again...
As both Balor and Marseglia lie on the mat, catching their breath, Dirty Dom is yelling out to Balor. Both in-ring competitors are slowly getting to their feet, Dirty Dom realises that Marseglia's axe is in reach, Dom grabs the axe he jumps onto the apron he goes to whack Marseglia but in his worn state, Marseglia turns to Dom who cedes back down, Balor taking advantage of the slight distraction as he rolls Marseglia up, Dom puts the axe handle out towards Balor who grabs hold as both mens weight is essentially crushing Marseglia underneath...
Tom Phillips:: "But wait, Dirty Dom's back! He's trying to help Balor! Balor has hold of the axe using it for leverage..."
One...
Two...
Three...
DING DING DING
"Here is your winner by pinfall, THE UWF TELEVISION CHAMPION, FINN BALOR!"
Balor is happy as he just pinned the second longest reigning UWF Television Champion, Dirty Dom, Priest and Ripley all pull Balor from the ring as they surround Balor either side celebrating the big win. Balor is a top the world as he and his Mafia celebrate their win.
The action of Revolution slows as we slide backstage and are greeted with the image of the Runner Up from the King of the Ring and his hetero life mate...
For those that don't understand what that means, we see Edge and Christian sitting backstage together.
Christian
Thanks, sometimes when you use the big words it makes my ears start ringing as if a flashbang went off.
Yeah? I'll have to keep that in mind so Edge and I can talk in private without having to come up with some convoluted way to get you out of the room. Speaking of, where were you at Final Battle? I know Edge wanted to go it alone, but I'm sure he would've been fine with you at ringside like Bayley was for Kyle.
And it's now that Edge breaks from his silent trance to speak.
Edge
Oh. I took care of that. Christian had a very eventful weekend.
The scene quickly wipes into a sitcom style cut-away, where we see Christian, seemingly in the booth seat at some bar. The lights are quickly flashing every color of the rainbow and we can hear the muffled sounds of "Caramelldansen" coming from another room of the establishment as Christian is slouched in his booth, mouth agape, eyes half opened, with liquid stains down his cheeks and several large, empty, containers of Sunny D strewn about the table and booth seats. When the scene wipes back, both E & C jump in their seats. Oh wait, y'all could see that?
Edge
That was so vivid, it was like I was there.
Christian
Same.
Edge
You were there. Though with that gaze, you could tell me you were in another galaxy and I'd believe you.
Christian
All I remember was hanging out with Paul London, which at this point I'd believe was a hallucination. I think I should call my doctor if I drank that much sugar in one sitting...
Probably a good idea. And while he fumbles with scheduling an appointment using his app which will likely take the rest of this segment and all of his brain power to do so...
How you feeling, big guy?
Edge
Since losing the King of the Ring?
I mean, that is the elephant in the room...No Christian, there's not an actual elephant, keep trying to remember which password you used to login with. Edge shifts in his seat a bit before stretching back and clasping his hands behind his head.
Edge
Honestly...I feel great. I feel unburdened, like winning back to back King of the Rings would have been amazing, don't get me wrong. But losing to Kyle? I couldn't have asked for a more deserving opponent to lose to. We both went out there and left it all in the ring and any doubts myself or anyone else may have had about Kyle, they should be washed away now. Now it's all about supporting him in his quest for the UWF Championship. But thankfully it's Drew holding the title and not Trevor Lee, so my battle plans for the entire town of Harlen can go in the back pocket. For now.
Huh. How very zen of you. And if Kyle doesn't need any help?
Edge
Well, that offer will always be on the table, whether he needs it now or not. But in the meantime...I dunno. There's no tag titles for Christian and I to go after. It's been a minute since I've held any gold in the UWF besides the World Title, could be interesting to see what those scenes are like. Maybe I'll hit up EC3 about it.
Tonight?
Edge responds by stretching out even more and relaxing even further down into his seat.
Edge
Nah, not tonight. We've got the night off, it's the first night of Kyle being King of the Ring. I think I'm fine tonight just chilling and seeing what happens. Who knows, maybe by happenstance my next story will bump into me and then we'll be off. Or I get to nap all night and collect a paycheck. I am the Ultimate Opportunist and the opportunity to just do nothing in the UWF doesn't come around too often, so I say we enjoy it.
And with that, Edge pops on the internal feed of Revolution on the locker room TV and closes his eyes to get some rest, as Christian continues to fumble with his phone, the scene starts to slow zoom out, exiting the locker room containing E&C and showing the room next to them has its door closed. From the cracks we can see constantly shifting rainbow lights and the faint sound of "Caramelldansen" emanating from the closed door as Revolution fades into its next segment.
A gray and imposing mental health hospital stands tall against a gloomy sky. The sound of heavy rain pummels the building, amplifying the sense of desolation and despair. A sign at the entrance reads "Harlan House - House for the mentally insane."
The camera cuts to a car pulling up in front of the facility, Rain drops fall down the windows as non other than Leyton Buzzard stares longingly out the window into the grey skies above. Buzzard clutches his chest tight, Eyes filled with confusion and anger. Buzzard is caught off guard as two Orderlies pull him from the vehicle and escort him through the front door.
Dr Williams: "Welcome to Harlan House, Leyton. My name is Dr. Williams. I'll be your therapist during your stay here."
Buzzard doesn't respond, He looks around nervously, Eyes darting from one corner to another, He clutches his chest tighter...
Leyton Buzzard: "Doc, I don't belong here, Whatever LEE has told you is wrong..."
Dr. Williams places her hand on Buzzards shoulder giving him a compassionate look.
Dr Williams: "We're here to help you, Leyton. You've been been sent here to help you overcome your paranoia, and this is a place where we can help you heal."
Buzzard's eyes well up with tears as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.
Leyton Buzzard: "TREVOR LEE is behind all of this, He is everywhere he controls everything even you..."
Dr William's expression softens, showing genuine concern.
Dr Williams: "I believe you, Leyton. We'll work together to understand your fears and find a way to cope with them. This is a safe space, and you're not alone."
The Orderlies gently guide Leyton towards the hallway, leaving Dr. Williams behind at the front desk. Leyton glances back, searching for a sense of reassurance.
As the doors close behind him, Leyton's face reflects a mixture of hope and trepidation. He enters the unknown, ready to face his demons head-on.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event! Introducing first…
The bewildering sounds of "Raining Blood" blast through the PA, with the wailing distortion echoing through our ears. The spooky sounds continue to flow, until we peak up and then we hit the strong, driving riff coming through the speakers, as the Warhorse pumps through the curtain, standing off with menacing head bangs with a strong grip with microphone in hand. The Warhorse sympathisers in the crowd bang their heads with ultra enthusiasm through the whole of the first two verses, as well as the MAJORITY Slayer fans.
The Warhorse finishes up headbanging up at the top of the ramp, and then starts walking down the ramp with bold brash confidence. He slides up onto the apron, climbing right through the ropes, and standing in the middle of the ring as we hit the chorus:
RAINING BLOOD,
FROM A LACERATED SKY,
BLEEDING IT'S HORROR,
CREATING MY STRUCTURE,
NOW I SHALL REIGN IN BLOOD.
The Warhorse headbangs as we get a bewildering Kerry King guitar solo, a true assault to the senses. As the song fades, the Warhorse gets ready for his match.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
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 the reigning UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. With the title belt strapped around his waist, The Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp and after taking a moment to stop and look at the ground, he tilts his head up and raises both fists in sync with two fire pyrotechnics either side of him.
Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!
The master of the Claymore walks down the ramp and upon reaching the end makes a turn towards the steel ring steps. After taking a brief pause, he smacks the top of them with his open right hand, not once, but twice, before climbing up and entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside, McIntyre heads for the opposite turnbuckle, climbs to the top rope, unclips the title and perches for a moment before raising it high into the air with his right hand. As more fire pyro goes off from the stage, McIntyre dropping back down to the mat and unclips his ring coat with his spare hand in anticipation for the upcoming contest to begin.
DING DING!
VS 
As the ring bell sounds, Drew points to his face and dares WARHORSE to take the first shot. That provocation proves foolish, however, as WARHORSE absolutely rocks him with a Spinning Heel Kick and sends him crashing to the mat like a mighty oak falling in the forest. McIntyre lies there for a few seconds, trying to shake the cobwebs off and process what just happened, then kips up but as he does, WARHORSE blasts him with another Spinning Heel Kick that puts him right back down on the mat. WARHORSE runs to the nearest corner now and ascends the top turnbuckle, perching himself there as Drew, unaware of this, kips up again as WARHORSE leaps off the top and connects with the ASS RULER to a huge pop from the crowd. WARHORSE goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…NO! Drew gets the shoulder up!
Tom Phillips: HOW ARE THESE WEAKLINGS KICKING OUT OF THE ASS RULER?
Corey Graves: That’s because the Ass Ruler has the same effect as a resthold on real athletes!
Mauro Ranallo: While you two bicker, you’re overlooking the fact that WARHORSE almost pinned the UWF Champion and in short order, too.
As McIntyre starts returning to a vertical base, WARHORSE is sizing him up for another kick but as he throws it, Drew blocks with his wrist and sweeps WARHORSE’S other leg out from underneath him to put him on the mat. Drew grabs the legs of his opponent now and holds them apart, stomping WARHORSE several times in the groin before dropping an elbow as well. As WARHORSE sits up in pain, McIntyre grabs him by the hair with his left hand and delivers a thunderous Lariat using his free arm as WARHORSE is turned inside out and lands on his face. Drew backs into the nearest corner now and crouches down as he waits for WARHORSE to get up. As WARHORSE does, McIntyre barrels across the ring and leaps, connecting with a brutal Claymore! Drew goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…NO! WARHORSE gets the shoulder up!
Tom Phillips: OH YEAH!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! WARHORSE just kicked out of the Claymore!
Corey Graves: I guess with all the head banging he does, WARHORSE is used to trauma to his upper extremities. With that being the case, as devastating as the Claymore is, I’m afraid it’s going to take more.
WARHORSE and McIntyre each get up and look across the ring at one another with a nod then immediately each lunge forward and start throwing punches. Drew smacks away WARHORSE’S punching hand after a few connect, then blasts him with a Glasgow Kiss that sends him staggering into the ropes. WARHORSE manages to catch himself on the ropes as Drew comes charging at him but WARHORSE pulls the top rope down and McIntyre goes flying over it but pivots around to land on the apron. As he does, WARHORSE connects with another Spinning Heel Kick as Drew stands there dazed for a moment before falling off the apron to the floor. Drew gets up not long after impact but as he does, WARHORSE has hit the opposite ropes and comes flying through the ones in front of him to connect with a Suicide Dive.
Tom Phillips: DIVING FROM THE RING LIKE IT’S A STAGE! YEAH!
Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE certainly staying on the UWF Champion, as he should.
Corey Graves: He just can’t let Drew get an opening.
WARHORSE slaps hands with a few fans but as he does, Drew comes running up behind him and blasts him in the back of the head with a forearm shot, knocking him down. Drew puts a hand on the back of WARHORSE’S neck and one on the back of his tights and lifts up, giving WARHORSE the ol’ heave-ho into the nearest ring post as the metalhead narrowly avoids connecting with his head but hits shoulder first as he spins and falls to a seated position holding his shoulder in pain.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! WARHORSE may have separated his shoulder off that impact!
McIntyre heads over to WARHORSE who gets up, still holding his shoulder, as he throws a punch but Drew blocks it by grabbing his fist, pulling WARHORSE towards him as WARHORSE’S shoulder collides with the ring post again. With WARHORSE at his mercy, Drew rolls him into the ring and slides in after him, returning to a vertical base and stomping on the bad shoulder of his opponent a few times before putting his foot on the shoulder and pushing down as he grabs the arm with both hands and pulls up as WARHORSE cries out.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! He’s going to rip his arm off!
As WARHORSE cries out in agony, Drew moves his foot and falls into an Armbar which only increases the screams of pain from his opponent. WARHORSE looks to tap, seeing no other way out, but as he goes to that’s when McIntyre releases the hold. Drew smirks as WARHORSE gets to a vertical base, his arm hanging there lifelessly as he punches it with his other hand, trying to get some sensation back into it. Drew goes for a Big Boot suddenly but WARHORSE sidesteps, not entirely avoiding it however as his bad shoulder takes the brunt of the attack. As WARHORSE winces and holds his shoulder, Drew catches him off guard with another Big Boot, putting the metalhead on the mat with authority.
Corey Graves: This is exactly what WARHORSE needed to avoid. Now that Drew’s got him hurt, he’s got a target on him.
Drew goes to the nearest corner and crouches down again, sizing WARHORSE up for the kill. WARHORSE gets up to his feet, dizzy and holding his arm, as he turns around and gets absolutely rocked by a Claymore. Drew goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew McIntyre!
As McIntyre stands in the ring, his UWF Championship belt in hand, the soundtrack of a booing crowd is interrupted outta the blue by a static blitz on the big screen. All eyes turn towards the ramp. When highlights of the violent style of the Diabetic Dragon flash across the titantron to the tune of "Faint", the UWF Universe goes absolutely apespit.
The recently minted 2023 King of the Ring Tournament Winner Kyle O'Reilly marches out on to the stage, his Hollywood Championship slung around his waist, his steely gaze locked in on the Scot in the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, we've run through this evening's program but it looks like the show isn't quite over yet! The King of the Ring and Number One Contender for the UWF Championship just arrived on the scene and he's headed straight down to the ring to confront the man he'll challenge for the title!
Corey Graves: Here I was worried we would have to wait all the way until Summerslam to see McIntyre massacre this dweeb. Looks like Christmas is coming early.
O'Reilly stops at the end of the ramp and continues his staredown with Drew while Bayley circles around to grab a mic for her step-bro. After she hands it off to him, O'Reilly rolls under the ropes then pops up to get all close and personal with the Champ. His music cuts out but the crowd is still buzzing, thrilled about the prospect of seeing these two clash one-on-one for the very first time. Despite having that mic, Kyle almost have to shout over the roar of the fans as he addresses McIntyre.
KO'R: Drew... buddy... Summerslam...
Kyle eyes him up and down and shakes his head, a cute little violent little eager little grin half-cracked on that babyface of his.
KO'R: I'm gonna end your effing life.
The threat garners another huge pop from the crowd. As Kyle goes to lower his mic, however, Drew snatches it away to amplify his reply to the challenger.
Drew McIntyre:...
A good fifteen seconds of silence pass before McIntyre simply drops the microphone to the mat and proceeds to exit the ring, brushing past O'Reilly with a dismissive shoulder shove on his way out. For a second, it looks like the Human Swiss Army Knife might retaliate, but Bayley comes in to hold him back, reminding him while they're there, with O'Reilly nodding in acknowledgement.
Mauro Ranallo: It looks as though Drew has had enough for the night and is keen to keep to his word from earlier by addressing O'Reilly when he is good and ready to.
Tom Phillips: That probably wasn't the response that the new King was hoping for from the champ, but it whilst McIntyre looks to be done for the night it would seem as though there is something else that is keeping O'Reilly and Bayley around.
As O'Reilly watches McIntyre go on up the ramp, he picks the microphone back up off the mat and then turns his attention back to the crowd. He lifts the mic to speak again.
KO'R: I'm not a "I toldja so" kinda guy, but maybe some of you guys shoulda figured it out a while ago. K-O-R. K-O-T-R. Its like... practically my initials already.
Is that something? Is there something there? Does that make sense? The fans aren't sure. Kyle shrugs and wins them back with an enthusiastic proclomation.
KO'R: Whatever... I'm the mother effing King of the Ring!
They cheer big time some more. Kyle points up at his head.
KO'R: See the crown? There isn't one. I told EC3 I don't need it. Cause being isn't a costume. Its a feeling inside of your heart. And when I put my hand to my chest... ohhhhhhh yeah... yeah I can feel it.
O'Reilly places his free hand over his chest.
KO'R: It says BEAT... BEAT... BEAT... like how I BEAT Sami Zayn then I BEAT MJF then I BEAT my good buddy Edge and I'm gonna keep on BEATING dudes until I BEAT Drew McIntyre for that UWF Championship!
Bet on it. Hope y'all are done thinking I can't do hard stuff. I don't wanna hear anything about how I'm just some tag team guy sloughing it out anymore. Larry Sweeney couldn't even win the thing I just did. And yeah, look, Drew's a big scrary freak of nature who hits like the legendary Hammer of Thunderbolts, but I just sized him up and I know I can take him.
In fact -
Before Kyle can finish that thought, there's another interruption!
Where there was hype and excitement for the future, it's nearly drained from the crowd as Sami Zayn comes walking out with the Forever Championship as well as Will Ospreay in tow. They have mics in hand as they walk out onto the stage.
Sami Zayn: Well that's enough of that now don't you think? I don't know if you've been paying attention to anything else going on tonight. Probably not because of your huge ego but EC3 officially owes me and he owes me big. How he intends to make good on that remains to be seen but quite frankly, I think I have a perfect idea. We all know you didn't really beat me in the King of the Ring. Young Willy here messed up and he's apologized and begged for forgiveness. Being such a benevolent guy that I am, I've accepted his apology and we're on better terms than ever!
Zayn slaps Ospreay hard on the back who looks caught off guard and a little annoyed.
Sami Zayn: Now that Willy better understands his place, he knows not to get involved in my matches. I didn't need him to beat Edge and I didn't need him to beat you. I've beaten you dozens on times so what's one fluke win prove over history? The simple fact is, it should have been Young Willy and I in the finals of the King of the Ring. If that had happened, I would be standing right there where you are the rightful King of the Ring. Our spotlight was stolen from us but we're not going to just sit by and take this injustice.
“The Commonwealth Kingpin” Will Ospreay "See, no matter what accolades you spit out, Kyle, you've still never beaten me on equal footing... Without that injury, we all know who would've won. The past few weeks, I've been in a recovery period, and yet I can still kick the arses of both - your little sidekicks and step-sis, and some washed-up has beens - and bruv, I'll kick your arse too. Hell, without these weeks in-and-out of recovery, I would've took you out in the King of the Ring finals too--"
Sami Zayn: But you wouldn't have even made it that far without an idiotic mistake. And mistakes are something that people like me caapitolize on. Like the fact that you don't seem to have any backup other than your silly little step sister at your side. That's nothing we can't handle.
Kyle and Bayley have heard just about enough from Ospreay and Zayn. Just when it looks like they're gonna go teach some hard lessons, though, BOOM! Blindsided from behind by El Duo Dynamico!
Ranallo: El Generico and La Luchadora just hit the Step-Sibs from behind!
Phillips: Why am I not surprised? It's the same old slimy tactics from Sami's goon squad.
Graves: That's racist, Tom. For someone who looks like the living embodiment of an "exclusive" deep south country club, you oughta be more careful about how you describe some of the foreign talent around here.
Kyle and Bayley try their darndest to put up a fight against Generico and Luchadora, but soon Sami and Will hit the ring to stack the odds against them. O'Reilly shoves Generico away only to be obliterated by a Helluva Kick from Zayn. Bayley, meanwhile, takes a brutal Mexploder suplex that keeps her down for the count.
Even with the fans booing their faces off, the beatdown continues. Security is too chicken to intervene, too. Ospreay gets all up in Kyle's face about he isn't anything special - The Diabetic Dragon can hardly hear him through his semi-conscious haze. Sami, meanwhile, collects the Kyle's Hollywood Championship belt from where it's fallen to the canvas. He mocks Kyle for carrying around a pretend title and then stomps on the strap. Hard. Twice. Thrice. Again and again.
Ranallo: Sami Zayn is desecrating the Hollywood Championship!
Graves: Good! That thing is a mockery to all the real title holders around here - especially the Forever Champ.
Bayley tries to crawl over to prevent the complete and utter annihilation of her step-bro's title but La Luchadora pulls her away and pummels on her some more. A few more stomps from Sami chip a chunk of the golden plate off. He then grabs the strap and whips the belt against the ring post, shattering the rest of the plate into a bajillion smitheerens, leaving only shards, leather, and memories of a long-lost documentary short behind.
Phillips: I can't believe what we're witnessing.
Ranallo: Regicide and revolution, Tom. The King of the Ring is in big trouble.
Sami tosses what little is left of the belt aside like yesterday's trash and re-focuses his attention on Kyle. Ospreay yanks the guy up, looking for a Stormbreaker, perhaps. It seems like they're set to take O'Reilly out of action indefinitely. Its looking grim as all heck until...
The song might be a joyful one, but when Edge and Christian come barreling down the ramp, they're all business. The roof dang near blows off the building, so massive is the pop for the heroic arrival of E&C.
Ranallo: Edge and Christian are on the way! Its a miracle!
Phillips: nWo 4 lyyyyyyyyfe!
The boys hit the ring and brother, they hit it hard. Their vibe sends the bad guys scattering like cockroaches from a light, all four of them bailing out of the ring in record time before they can get their comeuppance courtesy of the tag team legends. An irate Edge dares them to get back in there and fight while Christian checks on the step-sibs. Edge finds a spare microphone discarded from the scuffle and picks it up to make his anger known.
Edge: ZAYN! This nonsense has gone on long enough. You've been a thorn in my side for months, nearly half this year. Hell, it's spilled over to getting all up in King Kyle's business as well. You, your goons, hell you're even corrupting the next generation with Ospreay here. You're a blight on this company and one way or another you find a way to constantly insert yourself into other's business. All to keep yourself just barely above water, no matter how many you have to drown to keep yourself afloat. Well, now it ends. It HAS to end. And however it ends, I'LL be there, in some way, shape, or form.
And with that, Edge spikes the microphone to stare down the quartet of ne'er-do-wells.
Graves: These two sides have been at each other's throats for months now. This was an inevitability.
Phillips: The history goes back before that, Corey. It was Sami and Becky who ostensibly ruined Kyle's tag team career and chased him out of the company.
Ranallo: Rewind the clock way back before all this - 2018 - the nWo is taking over Revolution and who's there to ward off the invasion? Well, amongst others, Sami Zayn himself.
Graves: I'd argue he's the main reason we're the green brand instead of the black-and-white show.
There's a lot of chaos and calamity that ensues. Security, extra Referees and all the agents and producers flood the ringside area to keep the feuding parties separate. The show has technically run past the hour into the next time slot, but a call from the network execs has bumped the follow-up programming to stay with all this breaking, high-intensity action. A few of the company medics try to push through to reach the ring, but by the time they get close enough, Kyle is getting back to his feet. Christian helps Bayley up while O'Reilly catches a glimpse of his devastated Hollywood Championship. He and Edge have a few private words before The Diabetic Dragon collects his old microphone off the canvas to address the sitch.
KO'R: ... ... You... stupid... awful... pieces... of... wet... hot... disgusting... sewer chunks...
Edge clasps his boy Kyle on the shoulder as he breaths heavy through bruised ribs. Slowly but surely, he continues.
KO'R: We want you... dead to rights... one last time...
The fans are electric. They want some warfare too. They want an end to this - one that's brutal and bloody as all heck. They get that and then some when the gauntlet is thrown down.
KO'R: WARGAMES~!
Yeah, that's right, babybay! WARGAMES! The UWF Universe goes berzerk. Its been a long time and they're thirsty for that sweet, sweet, juicey, juicey ultraviolence. Behind their masks, Luchadora and Generico exchange shocked looks. Probably. Zayn's gritting his teeth, knowing full well what exactly such a challenge entails. Its Ospreay, however, who steps ahead of the pack to shout down at the reunited nWo that he accepts.
Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Phillips: For only the third time in Revolution's six year history, we're going to WAR.
Graves: Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Sami Zayn rallied the troops to beat the nWo in this match before, he can do it again.
Ranallo: Ahh, but a lot has changed since then, Corey. Back then, I would say it was all strictly business. This time its personal.
The staredown between sides continues as more and backstage hands file out to keep things from escalating again as Revolution comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
WARHORSE vs Mcintyre - Dresden
Balor vs Marseglia - Jye
Reigns vs Guerrero - Fauche
Knight vs Wyatt, Hayter vs Reed - Danny
