Revolution 8/4/23

[Danny]

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



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I’m Mauro Ranallo alongside Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves!

Corey Graves: If you thought Wargames last week was violent, just wait until Drew McIntyre grounds Bayley into dust in our main event!

Tom Phillips: Plus I've heard news that some big matches will be announced for Summerslam tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: Add in the debut of Ricky Starks, Reed vs WARHORSE and Marseglia vs Hayter and we've got an hell of a show tonight!

Tom Phillips: But up first we're going to start Revolution off wit-

???: I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry man

Suddenly as the show is still going you hear a voice as the crowd stand up and cheer as the camera zooms out right as the timekeeper is leaping over the barricade and rushing away. The three commentators all turn to their left and Corey stands up and takes his headset off as he walks away as Phillips rolls his chair away. Bray Wyatt has come through the crowd, and his hand grabs at the armrest on Mauros chair preventing him from wheeling away like Tom. Mauro almost seems like a deer in the headlights as he looks up at the suddenly appearing Bray:

Bray Wyatt: I'm So so sorry to interrupt, I truly am. I hate it...Hate it when I'm interrupted, especially when I'm dealing with some issues man some things that I are new to me so it takes a lot of effort to get through it all and to be interrupted from that man. So sincerest apologies gentleman, I know you're here to do a job but I'm desperate here, Mauro...Mauro buddy... Would you be so kind as to help me out with something?

Mauro gulps down and seems a bit frightened but he nods his head.

Thank you man, I knew you'd be a good man. Tell me brother, do you know of any way for me to save Vinny Marseglia?

Mauro's mouth hangs open for a bit, as if trying to ponder the question not understand what Bray is looking for as far as an answer.

I know man, I know I can't...I can't seem to find the true answer myself. It...It gets me...

Bray suddenly drives his fist down onto the announcer table, breaking off a chunk of the table making papers fly up in the air from the impact and the table cover to wobble off. Mauro rears back in shock as Bray puts his hands to his head.

Oh Lord, you see...it's been...It's been plaguing my mind all week man and it's just getting me so frustrated. I'm sorry you guys, I didn't mean to do that you know I didn't mean to break anything...I'm sorry Mauro, I'm sorry Tom, hell, I'm sorry everyone.

Bray turns to the crowd and starts talking as he does you can see that the lights start to dim down as he speaks, every word seemingly bringing down the lights as he continues on pacing around the ringside area.

Ya'll are trying to have fun at a wrestling show, and now you got lil ole Bray Wyatt coming out here with his problems to interrupt things, but man I just don't know what to do...Do you know what it's like to try and save someone who seems to not want to be saved? Ya know people often die when attempting to save a drowning person, because the drowning victim is frantically trying to grab onto anything to pull himself up that they'll often pull the would-be rescuer down enough to drown them as well. I've reached my hand out brother, I've tried oh so very hard to warn you but you don't take it as earnestness.

Bray puts his hand on his chest and takes a breath before he rolls into the ring, his eyes look worried as if he's been truly troubled the past couple weeks. As the lights are now almost all black, save for some blue fading.



At Heatwave you spoke for a few short words, what must of been no longer than two minutes of air time. And in those short few words, you mentioned getting back at people in the future...passed what stands before you...you mentioned...Him...By Name which is the one thing I warn everyone not to do...which is the One thing not even I...Will Do...and you issued a challenge for a match that has no restrictions. Last Heart Beating...How can you beat something in a Last Heart Beating match that doesn't have a heart to begin with? You, Vinny, you are flesh, and Blood, and Bone. You very well may be a King, a Horror, a Dangerous man, but a man and nothing more. And you want to try and slay...Him. Heh...HHEah HahahA

Bray Starts to laugh to himself almost in a "I can't believe this" way as he puts his hand to his face, his fingers rubbing at his eyes as he tries to find the right thing to say.

Vinny...Brother, I've tried to open your eyes...but you...oh ho ho You didn't know when well enough was alone. You've now tied a noose around your neck, and at this point man I don't know what I can truly do for you. But I know you, You want this...I mean you Think you want this, but ones own belief in something is often what leads them astray. You want to face...Him...You want to prove something, but I told you...I Told you I TOLD YOU Brother, I told you...what you want, what I want...it is all irrelevant now. You think you want this, but even the sliver of a thought, can make a thick head clatter. All you had to do was listen to me, Lie for me...Lie to yourself, Lie to the world...Lie and say you can move on, and you could have used me for cover. Only focused on the fight you and I were destined for, hide behind your issues with me and avoid beckoning...Him....But you couldn't. And I understand that it's hard to lie to ones self, it's hard to openly go against your nature...but in this case my man it was your only true option...You brought this upon yourself, you want this. So who am I to stop you...who am I to deny you the thing you're asking for...If you want it, I'll let you make your own mistakes...Die for me....Brother...

Bray puts his head down and then drops to his knees, you can hear the sound of roaring electrical shortages throughout the arena suddenly as it almost sounds like the entire building is about to blow. The lights all suddenly turn Red, and with the sound of electricity still constantly bellowing over the speakers and echoing in the arena, you can hear a very distinct roar blend into the electricity as it roars over crimsoned arena.

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The crowd cheers hearing the challenge accepted, the electrical noises stop, the lights turn back and Bray looks up from his position on the mat. His eyes staring into the hard camera coldly, anger exuding off of him even without a furrowed brow. The lights all go black, and only for a few seconds do they remain that way before the return back to normal and all traces of Bray Wyatt are gone. The crowd are still hyped, the commentators and ring crew are all returning to their position as the camera lingers on the empty ring for a moment.




We head to the backstage area where Alicia Atout in sitting down with EC3.

Alicia Atout: Hello everyone, I'm here with the Owner of UWF EC3 and we already know that Drew McIntyre will be defending the UWF Championship against Kyle O'Reilly in the main event but I've heard some rumbling of another big match making it's return at Summerslam.



EC3: Well those rumblings would be correct. As you may have heard last week, Vinny Marseglia issued the challenge and it looks like The Fiend has accepted. So their match at Summerslam will be Last Heart Beating.

Alicia Atout: Wow! I don't think I've seen a match as sinister as that since the last one so I know we'll all be in for a treat. I'll just be watching through my fingers if you don't mind.

EC3: Not at all but one match you'll fully want to see is the return of the Money in the Bank. We have so many high caliber athletes here in UWF so it felt right to give them all a chance to win the UWF Championship on their own time. It's a real who's who in this match as it will feature former UWF Champions Edge, The Shark, Spike Dudley and Roman Reigns alongside mainstays like WARHORSE and Sami Zayn plus some hot new blood in LA Knight and Ricky Starks.

Alicia Atout: I don't think that match could get anymore stacked!

EC3: No but the card certainly will as I'll have more matches announced soon so stay tuned.

Alicia Atout: You heard it here first folks. Now let's head back to the ring for some more action.

The live feed goes back to the arena.




The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia sitting in an area of the backstage looking away from the camera.

Vinny Marseglia: This is where the gloves come off. No more Mister Nice Horror King. You want to stand in my ring in front of my subjects and ball your fist up at me like it’s something to be intimidated by? You want to say disrespectful things like I don’t hit that hard and I’m unimpressive? You would do well to do your research because the man you’re calling a husk of his former self paved the way for you. The man you’re saying hasn’t accomplished much is a former King of the Ring, Royal Rumble winner, Television Champion, and UWF Champion. What have you accomplished? You went to Japan. Do you know how many other wrestlers have been to Japan since professional wrestling’s inception? You’re no special case. The chips you wear on your shoulders haven’t been earned, but trust me, every wound of war you suffer tonight will be because it’s like I said when I first started talking: I’m through being nice.

As for Bray Wyatt and The Fiend, you shouldn’t be concerned for me, Bray. I’m not a toy that can be broken, but I know The Fiend is. At Summerslam I’m going to do what no one has been able to do before and slay The Fiend in cold blood. Playtime is just getting started around the UWF for Vinny Marseglia, and if you don’t like that fact, I Hayte it for you. Revere me! Fear me!

Vinny throws his axe at the camera as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We cut to Renee Young standing backstage awaiting to interview one of UWF’s talents.

Renee Young: I’m joined backstage by Warhorse. Warhorse, how are you feeling ahead of your match tonight?



WARHORSE: AMAZING. TIP-TOP. ABSOLUTELY KICKASS, RENEE. FRANKLY, NEVER FELT BETTER.

This takes Renee aback due to the last we heard of Warhorse being something on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Renee Young: Are you sure you’re feeling good? Safe space.

WARHORSE: WHAT THE FUCK.

Renee Young: What?

WARHORSE: WHY DOES IT MATTER SO MUCH HOW WARHORSE FEELS? WHY DOES IT MATTER TO YOU RENEE?

FRANKLY, THAT MOTHERFUCKER JAMES HELLWIG, MY PRODUCER, SHOULDN’T HAVE SENT IN ANYTHING LAST WEEK. I WASN’T EVEN FIGHTING. WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE ABOUT KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING IN EVERY ROSTER MEMBER’S LIFE?

Renee Young: Hellwig?

WARHORSE: I DIDN’T STUTTER RENEE, I’M NAME DROPPING OUT HERE. THAT MOTHERFUCKER SHOULD TALK TO ME IF HE HAS A PROBLEM. FUCK HIS SEGMENT TOO, NO SHOWED THAT MOTHERFUCKER THIS WEEK. OF COURSE. BEST BELIEVE HE DOESN’T SHOW HIS FACE ANYTIME SOON.

Renee Young: Well. How do you feel about your match with Bronson Reed?

This takes Warhorse aback, he realises he might’ve reacted wrong to Renee’s question.

WARHORSE: YEAH… FINE I GUESS.

Renee Young: Focused on ruling ass, Warhorse?

Warhorse stumbles back slightly.

WARHORSE: CRINGE. YEAH. WHATEVER. I’LL BEAT HIM UP. RULE HIS ASS. WHATEVER.

Renee Young: So driven and enthusiastic.

WARHORSE: LOOK RENEE, WHAT REASONS HAVE I GOT TO CARE ABOUT BRONSON REED. I’VE JUST GOT ANNOUNCED IN MONEY IN THE BANK. THAT SHIT RULES ASS. THAT’S WHAT I’M CELEBRATING.

Renee Young: You’ve recently incurred a loss to Drew McIntyre, our UWF Champion, this obviously bothered you in the leaked phone call. How would you put it into words now?

Warhorse sighs, exhaling with frustration.

WARHORSE: I DON’T CARE I LOST TO DREW MCINTYRE. DREW MCINTYRE IS A VALID CHAMPION, IT WAS A VALID FIGHT. HE WON.

WHATEVER.

IT’S JUST HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN AFTER. THE FUCK WAS THAT? THEY ROLLED ME OUT LIKE YESTERDAY’S GARBAGE. THEY DRAGGED OUT KYLE O’REILLY RIGHT AFTER. LIKE A RUSH JOB.

THEN GODDAMN SAMI ZAYN? WILL OSPREAY TOO? ALL TO HYPE THEIR GODDAMN WARGAMES MATCH. WHAT ABOUT WARHORSE WHO JUST ALMOST BEAT THE UWF CHAMPION. OVERSHADOWED HORRENDOUSLY RENEE. I HATE IT.

Renee Young: So you feel bad for how people came out after your match?

WARHORSE: WELL YEAH BECAUSE THEY SHOULD’VE BEEN CARING ABOUT ME, RENEE. I JUST LOST THERE. I TOOK THE FALL.

I HADN’T LOST SINCE I CAME BACK AND THAT SHIT WAS LIKE A FLASH IN THE PAN. THEN THEY THREW EVERYONE OUT THERE LIKE IT WAS A COVERUP TO THE FACT I EVEN FACED THE GUY.

AND THAT MAKES ME SICK.

Renee Young: So, having a match this week against Bronson Reed how do you aim to overcome that perception, Warhorse?

WARHORSE: BY KICKING HIS ASS. I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS SO BAD RENEE, YOU DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW. MY GOD HE’S GONNA HAVE BOOT LEATHER FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER. HE’S GONNA WISH HIS MOTHER CALLED IN SICK. HE’S GONNA WISH HE NEVER SHOWN UP TO FACE WARHORSE ON A DAY LIKE THIS.

Renee Young: And in this upcoming Money in the Bank match, if you won what’d you do?

WARHORSE: WHEN I WIN. WHEN I WIN, I’LL WAIT TIL JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT. JUST WHEN DREW MCINTYRE LEAST EXPECTS IT. THEN BAM. I’M THERE. JUST LIKE A FUCKING RASH, I’LL BE ON HIS BACK. FOR HE’S RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING ME FEEL HOW I FEEL ABOUT MYSELF THAT NIGHT. HE DISRESPECTED WARHORSE.

WARHORSE FEELS SLIGHTED BY THAT. WARHORSE WON’T STAND FOR THAT SHIT ANYMORE, RENEE. ASSHOLES WITH INTENT TO ONLY OVERLOOK WARHORSE. TO TREAT WARHORSE LIKE DOGSHIT. WELL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I AM MY OWN MAN.

I AM MY OWN BEAST.

I AM WARHORSE.

Warhorse walks away, with this impactful speech drawing to a close.

Renee Young: Well that’s all here, back to you guys.




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



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.

Chimel: Introducing first, 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.

”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.

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

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

The first-time opponents stare each other down as Tony steps out of the ring. After the Official ensures both competitors are ready to go, he calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


Jamie's oozing confidence - zero signs of trepidation as she squares up with the Horror King. Its a rare thing for an opponent of Vinny's to come at him so brazenly. Maybe she was too busy cutting her teeth in Japan to bare witness to his initial reign of terror, or, more likely, she just wasn't impressed by it.

Her cocksure attitude doesn't phase Marseglia, though, except to say that it brings a hint of a wry smile to his face. In the same way that game tastes better when the bullet hits before the taste of fear and adrenaline can spoil the meat, the Horror King looks happy to make a meal of someone who doesn't know what they're in for.

The former world champ saunters to the center of the ring with a Manson-esque swagger. Hayter doesn't hesitate to meet him there, and well before his terrifying zeal can have any affect whatsoever, he clocks him across the jaw with a serious elbow strike.


Ranallo: Oooof! Big elbow from Jaime Hayter to get us started! Talk about a shot across the bow!

Phillips: Jaime has made it clear that isn't intimidated by the competition here in the UWF - she's out to establish herself as one of the best in the world today. A win over an opponent the caliber of Vinny Marseglia might be the best in her career so far.

Graves: This modern-day Horror King isn't quite the same as the one that ran roughshod over Revolution once upon a time though, is he? The jury's still out on whether Vinny can surpass what he accomplished in the good ol' days, but in the meantime, I think he's got his hands full with a young, dangerous challenger who doesn't give a damn about who he is or what he's done up to this point.


Vinny shakes off the strike, blinking his eyes a few times until they can focus again. He might not have expected that kinda welcoming from Hayter, but he can't help but look a little impressed by the audacity.

Jaime makes no attempt to follow up. Instead, she dares he him to take a shot of his own, keeping her hands down as she invites a test of strength and will from the Horror King.


Phillips: I'm not so sure about this strategy. Intentionally letting your guard down against Vinny Marseglia is crazy, isn't it?

Ranallo: Hayter's showcasing her Puro attitude with this strategy. Marseglia may be the master of mind games, but if she shows him that she can handle his heat, what's that going to do to Vinny's confidence?


Marseglia returns fire with an Axe Edge Chop across the chest. The contact cracks like a whip that draws "Ooohs" from the capacity crowd. Wincing at first, Hayter bites down on her lip and embraces the sting, using it to energize a retaliatory action.

Just as his opponent did, Vinny keeps his hands low to give Jaime a chance to tag him back. When she comes in with another elbow strike, however, he ducks the arm, slides around, grabs her around the shoulders and falls back to hit the Inksanity!

The twisting backbreaker catches Hayter totally unawares. After driving her down to the canvas, Vinny sprawls to make a cover...



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Hayter's out just after one!


Ranallo: So much for Hayter getting the mental edge on Vinny. Nigh impossible to get a step ahead of this man.

Graves: I think he knew it'd be lights out if he ate another one of those elbow strikes. He's in survival mode already.


Marseglia pulls his foe back up to a vertical base by way of headlock. Whatever he's got in store for her next, she foils his plans by sending threatening a back suplex counter to mess up his footwork, following that up with a European uppercut to send him stumbling away once she's free of his grasp.

The Horror King finds his back hitting the cables. He uses the bounce-back to get some speed going as he rushes at Jaime. His hopes of hitting a lariat go nowhere as Jamie dips under his arm and hooks her own around his chest. She elevates, hits a backbreaker uranage and caps that off with a Hangman's Neckbreaker.


Phillips: Wow! Impressive combination by Hayter!

Graves: I'd say the obvious comparison here would be Tessa Blanchard, but Hayter might be even more of a powerhouse than the former Television Champion.


Vinny's holding on to his damaged neck but Hayter shows no quarter, dropping on him and hooking a leg for the pin attempt...



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Hey now - what's this?!?! The Horror King shifts his weight, pulling the over-committed Southamptonian over to catch her in a counter pinning predicament! Jamie bicycles, trying to escape, but Vinny's got those shoulders pressed down tight as he tries to steal this one...



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Hayter's out at two!


Ranallo: Marseglia nearly had Hayter there. Once again the veteran pulling a fast one to take advantage of the younger superstar's inexperience.

Phillips: Will he be able to catch her with the next one?

Graves: I think Jamie is one Hayterade away from a three count at any given time. There's no sneaking your way out of a concussive lariat to the face.


The two competitors race to be the first one up. Vinny has the slight edge, but when he goes to lock up, Jamie takes and arm and whips him towards the ropes. Marseglia rebounds off of the ring cables and charges at her. Hayter drops to her stomach and he hops over, running clear to the far ropes. When he comes back this time, he does so flying through the air as he aims to connect with a Jump Scare.

Ordinarily, that jumping implant DDT does the trick. Marseglia has mastered the technique in weaponizing gravity to make it super effective. Hayter is able to counter though, holding her ground to avoid being dropping and leaning by to fling Vinny over head with a massive suplex!

The Horror King crashes into the canvas. He's a little slow to get up to a crouching position, and the moment he does, Hayter is there to meet him with a running knee strike to the head!

Patella cracks against nose, flattening the decorated legend. The crowd gasps cause it looks like that might be all she wrote! Hayter falls down and shoots the half while the Referee counts it...



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No! Vinny kicks out again!


Ranallo: Big hit after big hit from Jamie Hayter - what's it gonna take to keep Vinny down and out?

Phillips: Like Corey said earlier, it might come down to that patented lariat.


It sure might, Tom. It sure might. Jamie gets up to her feet, taking a deep breath before pulling Vinny up to a standing base by the dreads. Once she's got him there, she runs for the ropes to build up some steam for that HAYTERADE of hers.

Thing is, Marseglia's playing possum. Once her back is turned, he takes a run at her, at the second she's at the ropes, Vinny tackles her around the ribs to take both of 'em through the cables, off the apron and down to the floor!

The fans pop big time when the action leaves the ring. Neither superstar is moving as they lie sprawled out in an unceremonious heap at the base of the squared circle. Given the lack of motion, the Official starts a ten count...



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Hayter shakes her head and sits up. Using the apron cloth to help herself up, she begins the slow and steady ascent to her feet.



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Jamie reaches down and pulls Vinny up too. She hooks his head in the crook of her arm and lifts up, perhaps looking for a Falcon Arrow.



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Vinny counters by dropping a knee into the top of her head. Jamie releases him and he somehow manages to land on his feet. He follows up with a nasty Axe Edge Chop across the throat



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Marseglia reaches out to grab her again as Jamie stumbles away. She snags his arm coming in and whips him headlong into the steel post.



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Ranallo: These two are running out of time to get back in the ring! This could be a double count-out!

Graves: At Final Battle, Vinny showed us that he's more concerned with wreaking havoc that winning wrestling matches. I wouldn't be surprised if he ignores the Referee here, too.



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Marseglia might be indifferent to the Referee's count, but Jamie isn't. Hearing that eighth tick, she dives under the bottom rope. She only makes it halfway through when a hand reaches out like from Carrie or any number of other horror flicks to grab her ankle, preventing escape.



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Jamie kicks back with her other foot, catching Vinny across the chin to knock him off so she can crawl the rest of the way under the ropes right before that tenth count comes...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER BY COUNT-OUT...
JAIME HAYTER!


Jamie stands tall to have her hand raised while the fans boo, upset with result going down like that. Hayter takes the win as a win, jawjacking with the people in the front row and letting them know what's what as her music hits the PA.


Phillips: Wow! Jaime Hayter just got away with the win there!

Ranallo: It will take a lot more than that to keep Vinny Marseglia down when he and The Fiend meet in a Last Heart Beating match.

Graves: Yeah but it was exactly what Jaime needed to do to prove she can hang with the best in the world. Bronson Reed - hell, everyone else in the back too - take note. Jaime Hayter is the real deal.


Marseglia wipes blood from his lip and rolls into the ring. If its revenge he's looking for, it'll have to wait, cause just as soon as he comes in, Hayter bails out the other side and starts up the ramp, rubbing salt in the wounds of the complaining fans with some more taunting along the way. Revolution continues elsewhere.




The crowd immediately begin to boo when they are met with the silhoutte of former UWF Champion; The Shark who stands with his back turned to the camera.



The Shark: Finally... finally The Shark is getting his due. And it makes sense - some things just go together; milk and honey, gold and silver - The Shark... and money.

The Shark turns around looking mightily smug with himself.



See The Shark's just off the phone where he got the good news. Ethan Carter phoned and he told The Shark that he is in the Money in The Bank Ladder match at Summerslam. The biggest party of the Summer, the hottest show of the year just got hotter because yours truly has the opportunity he not only has earned but the one he deserves. Now don't get it twisted; The Shark should be standing across the ring from that paper champion Drew McIntyre to take back what rightfully belongs to The Shark. But that's for down the road. Right now The Shark has his opportunity and he can hear the doubters, all those online that saw The Shark take a fluke loss to Orange Cassidy... a fluke loss to that big dummy WARHORSE... you all think The Shark is done, past it, washed up, holding onto past glories but let The Shark put those doubts to bed because The Shark is just getting started. Even the biggest and baddest take a few hits but The Shark can assure each and every one of you that The Shark is not only here to stay but is here to put himself back where he should be and that's with the UWF Championship around his waist and Money in The Bank is the first step. 

And The Shark sees the line-up - you've got the young guns, guys like Ricky Starks who's got one move in his routine and it's standing there looking like a bad back up dancer. You've got Roman Reigns, the 'Tribal Chief' - the last time The Shark saw Roman Reigns he was playing second fiddle to an 'Architect'. Hardly inspiring The Shark here. Then we've got everybody's favourite LA Knight; a cheap Shark imitation who couldn't lace The Great One's boots - who else we got... we got WARHORSE... the less said the better, but be rest assured, at Final Battle WARHORSE got lucky and the next time The Shark sees him in the middle of the ring he's going to take whatever piece of crap guitar WARHORSE likes to fiddle around with, he's going to break it in half, turn that sumbitch sideways and stick it straight up his candy ass.

The Shark has to compose himself for a brief moment before he continues.

Then  there's the old guard, the guys that have been around as long as The Shark has - guys like Sami Zayn - guys like Spike Dudley and guys like Edge. Guys that have been around for years; almost a damn decade and not one of them has ever reached the level of The Shark. Sami Zayn?, beat him on the grandest stage... Spike Dudley?, he's been ducking me for years and Edge?... well the less said the better about Edge; Shark Boy didn't like him and The Shark sure as hell doesn't either. 

The way The Shark sees it - the playing field ain't amounting up to much that could trouble The Shark. Sure The Shark's had a couple bumps on the road - but make no mistake about it, come Summerslam, The Shark proves shows the whole world what they should already know... that The Shark is The Great One, The Shark is the most electrifying fish in the sea and above all else, The Shark is money... if you smell what The Shark is cooking...




Bronson Reed is sat down in a well fitted suit, He adjust as he makes sure he is comfortable, He adjust as Renee Young adjust the papers in her lap opposite the Australian Behemoth



Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the Australian Colossus himself, Bronson Reed. Bronson, last week, you had an intense confrontation with Jamie Hayter, but you ended up rescinding your challenge. Can you shed some light on that?

Bronson Reed: "That's right. Hayter and I have some unfinished business, no doubt about it. I offered her a chance to prove herself against me, but, truth be told, I decided to take the night off. It wasn't about fear or backing down. Sometimes, you just gotta pick your battles, and that night, I chose to let her off easy. She can thank her lucky stars for that."

Renee Young: Interesting choice, Bronson. Tonight, you have a match against the formidable WARHORSE. How are you preparing for this clash?

Bronson Reed: "WARHORSE, huh? He's a tough competitor, and I respect that. But tonight, there's no room for mercy. I'm stepping into that ring with an air of authority, and WARHORSE better be ready to face the storm. I'm bringing the thunder, and no one, I mean no one, will stand in my way."

Renee Young: And what about Jamie Hayter? Will she be ringside for tonight's match?

Bronson Reed: "Hayter? Oh, she better stay far away from ringside tonight. I've got my sights set on WARHORSE, and I won't tolerate any interference from her or anyone else. If she even thinks about showing up, there'll be hellfire raining upon her. She will HAVE her chance, and she better not disappoint me a second time, You won't be so lucky next time. Tonight is about me, my dominance, and my future. So Hayter mind your own business against Marseglia. Don't fret, Jamie, I will get to you on my own time, So while you can rearrange your will and say goodbye to your loved ones.."

Bronson Reed adjusts his sunglasses, a hint of intensity in his eyes




Bronson Reed: "Tonight, the Aussie Colossus will leave an undeniable mark. WARHORSE will feel the full force of my power, and the world will witness my path of destruction. I'm not here to play games; I'm here to conquer. And nothing, absolutely nothing, will stand in my way."

Renee Young: Strong words, Bronson. The WWE Universe will be watching tonight to see how it all unfolds. Thank you for your time, and best of luck in your match.

Bronson Reed: "Luck has nothing to do with it. Tonight, it's all about authority and dominance. You'll see."

Bronson Reed begins to walk away, exuding confidence and authority from the corner of his eye he spots it, He turns as Jamie Hayter is on him, Hayter is throwing down punches left and right. Reed attempts to block the strikes...

Reed is able to push Jamie back off him as he turns and grab the chair that he once was sat upon, He swings and releases the chair towards Jamie who dodges the flying object, Hayter meets the chest of Reed with a big boot that would send any normal man to the ground but it rolls off reed like water off a ducks back. Jamie not dissuaded by the sheer intensity of Reed as she grabs the Television unit mounted on the set and swings it bouncing it off the head of Reed. Reed stumbles back almost falling over but still standing. Reed shoulder tackles Hayter lifting her up and right through the drywall behind the two, Both keep swinging at each other as a large mass of individuals surrounds them watching the chaos unfold...

Jamie locks in a rear naked choke hold as she begins to choke the life out of Reed, Reed tries to escape but Hayter is too strong, Through the crowd a bunch of security and lower card guys come through the the back and rip Reed from the grasp of Hayter, Both competitors are pulled apart. They each have at least ten maybe twenty, Who's counting though?. Hayter breaks free as she pushes all holding her back away, She leaps into the pile and begins swinging at Reed, Even more security come as they grab Hayter and drag the two away from each other...






The music of the Intercontinental Champion hits as the fans go from the cheers of the show opening immediately to boos and middle fingers. Maxwell Jacob Friedman struts out in a full suit with the Intercontinental Championship wrap around his waist with Jake Hager in jeans and a polo following closely behind. MJF looks on top of the world as he walks toward the ring and his music plays. He gets into the ring and grabs a microphone. The fans still showing their displeasure for MJF and what happened last week.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: When are you people going to learn? I mean really, you all act so upset at what happened. You all pretend that this was some big surprise, but the fact of the matter is anyone with half a brain saw what was coming. I don’t put things to chance, I always have a plan and a back up because that’s what a smart person does, that’s what a ring genius like myself does. And now, like it should be, the decision is left up to me. We have Summerslam coming up and the world wants to know…what match will I be beating Orange Cuck in this time?


MJF looks over at Hager who gives the body language that he’s excited to know as well.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Let’s get this off the table already, there will be no Mimosa Mayhem or any orange juice flavored matches. The fact is that this belt deserves better than to be a part of something so pathetic and well…orange juice just sucks. So as I think about this, maybe I want to go classic like getting to beat Orange Cuck into a blood orange inside a solid steel cage.


MJF looks around and the fans actually cheer the idea of that.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Or better yet, what if we hung this championship about ten feet in the air and we had ourselves a good old ladder match. I’m sure all of you are dying for another classic ladder match for an Intercontinental Championship, there’s quite the history with that for other companies.


MJF again takes a moment and the fans are cheering these ideas. MJF holds his chin for a second in thought.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: But what if I wanted to go a little bit more old school? You know what we haven’t seen in forever…what about a leather strap match? What if I just whipped your boy Orange Cassidy from pillar to post leaving welts on his back that never healed? Or get a little crazier and instead of a leather strap, let’s put a chain around our wrists and see if we could have a match so bloody you old school NWA blood thirsty inbred rednecks might even get a little bit squeamish? Hell, how about we go for the old school dog collar match and see if I can finally choke the life out of this piece of garbage that keeps getting in my way.



The excitement for some of these matches overrides the boos from what he said about Cassidy.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: There are so many choices here, but what is going to be the true decider for me is, what match do I think I can make the biggest statement with. Because you see all of you are cheering for the idea of some great, brutal match that you haven’t seen in some time. You all want to be entertained, but what I’m thinking about is how do I want to end Orange Cassidy’s career. Because that’s what this match is, whether you all want to realize it or not this is Orange Cassidy’s last match.
The fans' excitement drops and they begin to boo loudly at the thought of losing one of their favorites.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Boo all you want, but this is his fault. I was fine with him getting his little championship match because he beat the rest of the curtain jerkers with his little special Olympics medal. But after he squandered his opportunity, he was supposed to go to the back of the line, back into the pool of people no one cares about. But he decided instead to bitch and whine. He decided to attack me and tongue EC3’s balls enough to get a shot he had no business getting. And that’s fine, because I’ve learned in this company the most deserving don’t get what they deserve…it’s the politicking little bitches. But actions have consequences Jimmy, and your consequences are instead of being an unremarkable challenger in a long list of conquests when my reign as Intercontinental Championship is remembered twenty years from now. Now, you get to be the guy that MJF beat until he was unrecognizable. The wrestler that MJF made an example of. The wrestler who thought he could out maneuver The Devil himself, but instead was never heard from again. That’s the man you become at Summerslam Jimmy. So what match is the best background for your extinguisher might you ask? I’ve thought long and hard about this and I’ll tell you idiots what match that is….


MJF brings the microphone down for a moment. He looks around the arena and the fans are holding their breath wanting to know what match they are going to see. He smiles as the anticipation grows with every second before he finally brings the microphone back to his mouth.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman: Next week!

Just like that he drops the microphone as his music hits again. The fans erupt with venomous anger and MJF is in the middle of the ring doubled over laughing at them. Hager is in the corner laughing so hard he has to use the rope to hold himself up. After they are don't laughing they leave the ring and go back up the ramp.




The titantron lights up and we get a car arriving at the arena and all of a sudden Roman Reigns pops out of the car



Mix Reaction from the crowd is heard reverbing around the arena as Roman walks out of the car and all of a sudden Kayla Braxton pops up from behind.



Kayla Braxton: Roman, Roman, Roman, I was told a car was arriving, but I wasn’t expecting it to be you. Roman, what are you doing here tonight?

Roman stops and looks at Kayla.

Roman Reigns: Who are you?

Kayla Braxton: I am Kayla Braxton.

Roman Reigns: Where’s Renee? Or even Cathy? I don’t know who you are.

Kayla Braxton: Well, I have been here for a while.

Roman looks at her, and he stops, and he laughs, and he smiles as he talks.

Roman Reigns: Alright, Kayla. You asked why I was here. Kayla, most of my family lives up here in San Francisco. I was out here visiting the elders. The same elders have gifted me my cousin Solo Sikoa to help me eliminate problems. Then I was informed of the Money in the Bank ladder match by the Wiseman, so I decided to come down and show support and gameplan with the Wiseman.

Kayla Braxton: I was curious what are your thoughts on the field?

Roman Reigns: My competitors? You want my thoughts. Here is the thing, Kayla, the people put in this match are the cream of the crop here in the UWF. This is why we are battling for the Money in the Bank. We are fighting for a guaranteed shot at the UWF Championship. Last week I told all those people in the Garden that the next time they see me, I will be the UWF Champion. Now this opportunity is presented to me. And like everything else, I am going to seize the opportunity. I expect everyone else I am facing to do the same thing. You want me to break it down for you, but Kayla, I haven’t even watched the film. I need Wiseman to help break down these competitors. We have men like Sami Zayn in this match who are strategically smart. Spike Dudley, for being so little is resilient. We got former champs like Edge and Sharkboy. I mean, we even have a dude called Warhorse in this match. Have you ever of this dude?

Kayla Braxton: I have run into him a couple of times.

Roman Reigns: Well, let’s hope this is the only time I run into him. I don’t even know who he is. He sounds very bizarre. Speaking of bizarre, who is this LA Knight guy? Calling himself a megastar? You know, I googled him nothing popped up on the dude. But the Wiseman told me not to sleep on this man. Despite not having the accolades here in the UWF, he is the man I need to watch in this match. So I’ll listen to the Wiseman, and we will start the gameplan, leading to me climbing the ladder and becoming Mr. Money in the Bank.

Kayla Braxton: I noticed you didn’t mention Ricky Starks.

Roman looks on, annoyed at the name Ricky Starks and he lets out a sigh.

Roman Reigns: We are done here, Kayla.

Roman Reigns walks away from Kayla, who leaves the microphone hanging as UWF moves on.




The action of Revolution slows down as we transition out of the arena and over to the home of Edge, which we haven't seen in a while I know, get off my back, where we see our favorite Rated R Superstar showcasing his culinary chops as he's preparing dinner for later in the evening when the sound of the front door opening draws the camera's attention as we see Christian strolling into the kitchen like he owns the place.

Christian
I mean, I could've owned this place. It was on my list when I was browsing and then after visiting, figured it fit Edge's vibe more and sent him the deets and well, the rest is history.

How much of that is true?

Christian
Dunno, but I said it with enough confidence to convince you, right?

Edge
I think the word you're looking for is fool, not convince.

Christian
Eh, fool, convince, what's the difference if the other person is buying in, right?

Intent, mostly.

Edge
Yeah, convincing is what you do when you want someone on your side. Fool is what you do when you want to take advantage of someone...wait. Did you show me and Beth this house because it was your second choice and didn't wanna buy two houses?

Christian slams a hand on the counter and starts sweating as he attempts to divert the conversation.

Christian
Sooooo, taking full advantage of your week off from the UWF by spending all day cutting meat and veggies in the kitchen? Not my idea of relaxing, but you do you, boo.

Edge
You know, my girls have been begging me for kebobs since the first day of summer, though my youngest just calls it "meat on a stick"...

She knows what she wants, props to her.

Edge
...so Beth has them out visiting friends on a playdate and I figured I'd still cutting everything up to do some kebobs for dinner. I wanna do a fire and do some the old fashioned way as well, but have some back ups to put on the ol' grill as well. Was gonna invite you over for it as well once my hands weren't covered in meat juice, so consider this your official invitation to partake.

Christian
I would love to partake in some "meat on a stick" tonight. And speaking of official invitations, EC3 wanted me to give you this.

Christian holds an envelope up to Edge's face and by proxy, the audience. There's a red wax seal on the envelope that remains unbroken. Edge stops cutting and looks over to Christian, holding up his still totally covered in meat juice hands with an expression of Whaddya think was gonna happen?

Christian takes the hint as an official endorsement of opening Edge's envelope and unfurling the official statement inside, clearing his throat before speaking as officially as Christian can.

Christian
Ahem!

This is a notice to one Adam "Edge" Copeland that he has been officially named an official participant in the official UWF Money in the Bank ladder match. As each participant receives this notice, they will be expected to provide marketing for the match during the course of their normal work duties which may include:

Interviews conducted with officially endorsed interviewers, backstage segments using official UWF Camera crews, or segments conducted from anywhere outside of the UWF as long as they meet the UWF's guidelines for quality in all aspects: video, audio and content itself. Failure to comply with UWF quality guidelines will result in your autonomy in your duties being revoked and an interview with Renee Young scheduled at her earliest convenience, without regards to your convenience.

Signed,
EC3

Do you know what this means dude?

Edge
That Renee Young interviews are a punishment given to wrestlers who don't know how to follow simple guidelines in crafting compelling, original ways to sell themselves to the audience?

Christian
Well, yes that, but Money in the Bank is coming back dude! It's been years and I thought EC3 hated the concept, but it's back and you're gonna be in it! Another chance to mix it up in the UWF Title scene, man! And who knows, if Kyle takes the top prize, the two of you can main event ANOTHER dope ass PPV for the WORLD TITLE, how rad would that be?!

Edge doesn't provide an immediate answer as he quietly goes back to slicing up the last bit of beef before moving onto the totally uncut chicken. But beneath is quiet demeanor and lack of reaction dances a little tiny smirk about the opportunity presented. And dare I call it, an Ultimate Opportunity as the camera fades out with Christian blathering on about ways Edge could cash in and Revolution barrels forth.




DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE SHARK IS COOKING?





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

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

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

VS

DING DING DING

The Dirty One and The Shark face down in a battle of two wills, Mysterio cocky and smarmy as always looks forward trying to guage where the unhinged Shark is at mentally unable to get a read as he is met with a knee to the stomach, Dom is hunched over as Shark grabs his head and winds up a big punch, It clips the side of Mysterio's mullet as he pulls away last moment, Shark isn't here to play any games and Mysterio is in shark infested waters, Mysterio backs up as Shark corners him into the ropes, The referee has to split the two men up as Mysterio has to come back off the island of safety that is the ropes not before Mami can whisper into Dom Doms ear something that seems to muster up Mysterios courage, The referee motions for Rhea to leave ringside pre emptively, Mysterio complains but those the rules. Mysterio quickly refocuses as he locks horns once more with The Shark, Mysterio is sent to the ropes but on the rebound is cutoff by a running head butt by The Shark...

Tom Phillips: "The Shark is hunting his prey here tonight, Mami has been sent to the back before she can cause any trouble ringside..."

Corey Graves: "Tom you're wrong, The hunter is going to be the hunted tonight!"

Tom Phillips: "The Mafia is thanking their lucky stars its Dirty Dom that is in The Sharks eyes not our Television Champion, Finn Balor"

Mysterio is reeling from the strike,He attempts to stand but as he gets to his feet he falls forwards, The strike has sent Mysterio loopy probably with a concussion. Shark grabs Mysterio in a head lock as he pulls him to his feet, He goes to lift him up for the SHARK BITE but Mysterio on the ascent grabs the shark head and brings him down into the canvas with a spiking DDT. The impact of the DDT shakes the ring as both competitors lie on the mat, trying to recover from the intense exchange. The referee starts the count to see if either man can get back up before the ten-count. Mysterio, feeling the effects of the earlier punishment, struggles to get to his feet. The Shark, on the other hand, seems dazed and disoriented after the devastating DDT.

One....

Two....

Tom Phillips: "What a counter by Mysterio! He managed to turn the tables on The Shark with that spiking DDT."

Three....

Corey Graves: "Both these men are giving it their all, but they're definitely feeling the effects of this brutal exchange both men will need to follow concussion protocol."

Four....

As the referee reaches a count of five, Mysterio manages to crawl towards the ropes and pull himself up. The Shark starts to stir as well, slowly rising to his feet.

Mysterio, still a bit wobbly, takes advantage of the moment and rushes towards The Shark. He delivers a quick knee to The Shark's midsection and sets him up for a suplex. With a burst of energy, Mysterio lifts The Shark high and slams him down to the mat, Mysterio rolls to his feet lifting Shark up for a second suplex, Mysterio not done rolls through and onto his feet once more and goes for the third suplex, Shark comes crashing down to the canvas...

Corey Graves: "Impressive display of strength by Dirty Dom, He learned that from his father!"

Tom Phillips: "Regardless of where he learned it, that was somewhat incredible by Mysterio! This may be the biggest upset in Revolution history"

Mysterio doesn't waste any time; he quickly gets back to his feet and heads to the corner of the ring. Climbing to the top turnbuckle, he takes a moment to gather himself before launching into a high-flying maneuver.

Tom Phillips: "Mysterio is going to the top rope, looking for a high-risk move here!"

Corey Graves: "Its going to be over..."

As Mysterio leaps off the top rope, aiming for a the frog splash, The Shark somehow manages to roll out of the way at the last moment. Mysterio crashes hard onto the canvas, clutching his stomach in pain...

Tom Phillips: "Oh, what a costly mistake by Mysterio! The Shark narrowly avoided disaster there."

Corey Graves: "That's the thing with high-risk moves, Tom. When they hit, they're spectacular, but when they miss, it can be disastrous for the one attempting it."

The Shark uses this opportunity to capitalize on Mysterio's pain. He pulls himself up and begins to stalk Mysterio, who is still writhing on the mat. The Shark picks Mysterio up, he sends him towards the ropes, Mysterio leaps over the Shark, He rolls to his feet and rebounds off the ropes but the Shark is too quick, He picks him up and plants him with a devastating spine buster...

Mauro Ranallo: "SHARKBUSTER, The Shark catching Dirty Dom by surprise..."

Shark is on his feet he looks down he kicks one arm, Than the other, The Shark does his signature taunt before running to the ropes, jumping over Mysterio as he rebounds he places an elbow right into the heart of Mysterio, THE DEEP BLUE ELBOW...

Mauro Ranallo: "THE DEEP BLUE ELBOW! The Shark has hit his signature move! This could be it!"

Corey Graves: "The Shark smells blood in the water, and he's going in for the kill!"

Instead of going for the pin immediately, The Shark seems to be savoring the moment, enjoying the damage he's inflicted on Mysterio. He takes a few seconds to mockingly circle around Mysterio before finally going for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr... No! Mysterio manages to kick out just in the nick of time!

The Shark looks visibly frustrated, but he doesn't let up. He drags Mysterio back up to his feet and sets him up for another powerful move. The Shark positions Mysterio for a devastating powerbomb, but Mysterio manages to counter with a sudden hurricanrana, sending The Shark flying across the ring!

Tom Phillips: "Mysterio with a desperate counter! He's fighting for his life out there!"

Corey Graves: "This is what makes Mysterio dangerous; he can turn the tide of a match in an instant!"

Both men are down, exhausted and hurting, but the crowd is on their feet, fully invested in this intense encounter. Mysterio, using the ropes for support, starts to stir first. He looks determined, knowing that he has to seize this opportunity...

Mysterio slowly pulls himself up, shaking off the effects of the match. The Shark, too, begins to rise, but he's still feeling the impact of that hurricanrana. Mysterio seizes the moment and rushes towards The Shark, delivering a series of quick strikes and kicks, trying to keep The Shark off-balance.

Tom Phillips: "Mysterio is unleashing a flurry of offense! He's trying to keep The Shark down and capitalize on the opening he created!"

Mysterio quickly runs up the ropes, He rebounds he goes for broke, Shark has recovered as he is able to hook Mysterio mid-air, He plants Mysterio hard into the canvas with THE SHARK ATTACK. Mysterio is down as Shark hooks both legs...

Mauro Ranallo: "Oh my! The Shark just turned Mysterio's springboard attempt into a devastating Shark Attack!"

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner, THE SHARK!"

The referee signals the end of the match, and The Shark emerges victorious. He rises to his feet, his hand raised in triumph, Dirty Dom is pulled from the ring as Mami cradles him in her arms, Mysterio is upset and disappointed at the loss...




The titantron would cut to Ricky Starks standing backstage. Preparing for the match ahead he would look to the camera

Ricky Starks: Ladies and Gentlemen in just a few short minutes you will get the experience of a lifetime as I, Ricky Starks takes on that big bad Samoan, Solo Sikoa on behalf of the self proclaimed "Tribal Chief" Roman Reigns.

I'll share my thoughts on Roman shortly but I want to address Solo directly. Solo like I said to you, I appreciate what you're doing. You're going out there to defend your family. Your big cousin who feels slighted by me and I can respect a man who stands up for his family.

Ricky would shake his head, still smirking.



Ricky Starks: What I can't respect however is Roman, despite being the one to have an issue with me, doesn't have the balls to come out and face me himself. I guess you stopped calling him "The Big Dog" because he must have gotten neutered at some point.

Paul Heyman wants to talk about the lack of respect Ricky Starks has for his Tribal Chief but Paul, respect is a two way street and I can't respect a man who hides behind those who follow him but wants to be deemed a threat. That's not how Ricky Starks works. Respect is earned, not given in my house, so once I stop the Bulldozer in his tracks I hope the dog finds his balls and comes to see me face to face.

The crowd would ooh at this and Ricky would chuckle.

Ricky Starks: However I didn't want to just address the Tribal Coward here tonight. Earlier on this evening, our esteemed owner, EC3, announced the return of the Money in the Bank ladder match and more importantly named Ricky Starks as one of the competitors.

That briefcase is a guaranteed shot at the World Champion, no matter who it is at the time and over the years it has had a 100% success rate and I intend to add to that success rate Ladies and Gentlemen.

Ricky would hype himself up more.

Ricky Starks: I understand from the jabs that my opponents at Summerslam have thrown my way tonight that they think i'm just the next wannabe in this company. That "Absolute" Ricky Starks is just in this match as he's the new flavour of the moment. Well you know what folks, they have a point.

Ricky starks is the new flavour of the moment, he's the flavour of the month, he's the flavour of the goddamn year. I get i'm the new man on the block in this company but you know all that means is that no one knows what to expect from me. Everyone else in this match has been here for a while and thats an advantage and a disadvantage. Its an advantage for the experience they bring. However the disadvantage is I have time to study them, to know what makes them tick and well Ricky Starks is an unknown factor and those factors can be peoples downfall.

Ricky would feel more focused but still be his usual swaggering self.

Ricky Starks: You can feel it folks, the electrifying energy here tonight with that announcement and I'm going to use that electricity to carry myself to a win over Solo and then onto Money in the Bank and that folks, well that is an "Absolute" truth.

With that Ricky would walk off and the titantron would cut.




Backstage we see the UWF Champion Drew McIntyre walking down the corridor. After making a left turn he walks up to his private locker room and opens the door, where on the other side Stokely Hathaway can be seen pacing around whilst in the middle of a cell phone conversation.



Stokely Hathaway: Well if I were you I’d see about getting an increase on those percentages!... Hol’ up imma need to call you back.

Drew proceeds to enter the room as Stokely hangs up the phone in order to give the champ his full and undivided attention.

Drew McIntyre: Feeling quite pleased with ourselves, are we?

Stokely Hathaway: Whaddya mean?

Drew McIntyre: I watched you on TV last week walk out of Carter’s office with a smirk as wide as the Grand Canyon on your face. Now considering what I know, I’d say you were probably more cheery about being featured properly on the show than you were about the outcome of the discussions.

Stokely Hathaway: Now hold up a minute. Yeah, for sure, it felt good to be able to actually be open about who I am and what I’m doing instead of having to disguise my movements like some underworld puppet master, but had the talks with Carter gone sour then do you really think I’d be walking out of that office looking as happy as a good kid on Christmas?



Drew McIntyre: Just remember that regardless of whatever deal you and he now have in place that allows you to get your face featured more prominently on UWF television, this is still very much my show. I shouldn’t have to remind you that whilst this is a mutually beneficial agreement between the two of us on paper, you are still counting on my success to help you become a success, and the only way that can happen is if we keep doing things the way that we originally discussed we would.

Stokely Hathaway: I agree. A world where we are both winners sounds perfect to me. But with that in mind, what are you planning to do about O’Reilly? Cause that’s an irritating alarm bell that’s been starting to make a lot more noise.

Drew McIntyre: As we fully expected it to. It’s pretty clear that he and Bayley think there is no act on Revolution that is currently hotter than they are at present, so the way I see it is that we keep letting them believe what they want to believe, within reason of course. Because to let that delusional diabetic douchebag come into the title match with immeasurable confidence will only make the feeling of beating him that bit sweeter.

Stokely Hathaway: A bold strategy if ever there was one. And speaking of Bayley, what exactly are you considering for tonight?

Drew McIntyre: Let’s just say I have a number of options in mind to keep things interesting. A few of which might require some of your hands on input…

Before the cameras can capture anything else, Drew slams the locker room door shut so that he and Stokely can continue their conversation in private as the Revolution feed cuts to a commercial break.




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



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

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

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


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


VS


DING DING DING


WARHORSE runs right at Reed, ready to rule some ass. The stocky Reed absorbs most of the punches and pushes WARHORSE away with ease. WARHORSE runs right back at him and hits a Dropkick but it only moves The Colossus back a few inches. WARHORSE pops back up and delivers another Dropkick to knock him further back but not down. He gets up again and this time tries to whip him to the ropes but Reed just shakes his head and smiles. He sends WARHORSE running instead but WARHORSE hangs onto the ropes to prevent him from bouncing off into Reed's waiting arms. Reed runs at him but WARHORSE ducks down and lowers the rope causing Reed to go tumbling over to the floor below! He lands on his feet and starts walking it off.

WARHORSE climbs onto the top rope and comes off with a Double Axe Handle to the back of Reed but still the big man won't go down. He is however knocked into the barricade where he rest against it. WARHORSE comes over and gives a few clubs to the back before trying to throw him back in the ring but Reed ain't having that shit. He punches WARHORSE in the gut and slams his face into the barricade! WARHORSE tries to walk it off but when he turns around, Reed comes running full sprint and Body Blocks him. He picks him right up and throws him back into the ring. Reed follows him in and spins around before squishing him with the Cyclone Splash into the pin!


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WARHORSE kicks out! The Aussie Behemoth grabs him by the hair and pulls him back up before just throwing him into the corner. WARHORSE flies about 3 feet in the air before colliding with the corner. Reed runs to crush him in the corner but WARHORSE rolls out of the way. Reed collides with the corner chest first and backs up a few paces. WARHORSE grabs him from behind and throws him shoulder first into the steel ring post! He then climbs right to the top rope and waits as Reed pulls himself out of the corner.


Tom Phillips: GET READY BOYS, THIS ONE'S OVER!

Mauro Ranallo: Based on his last two matches I'm not so sure Phillips.

Tom Phillips: THE LAST OF HIS RUST IS ABOUT TO BE WIPED OFF REED'S FATASS BACK, TRUST.


WARHORSE comes off the top rope and hits the ASS RULER! Reed drops to his knees but he still doesn't go down!


Corey Graves: GET THAT WEAK SHIT OUTTA HERE!

Tom Phillips: WHAT IS GOING ON!?


WARHORSE looks shocked but he doesn't let that stop him for long. He grabs Reed by the head and kicks off the corner for a Tornado DDT! Reed finally is on his back and WARHORSE makes the pin!



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Reed kicks out with such force that WARHORSE is lifted into the air back onto his feet! Reed rolls over to get back up but WARHORSE jumps on him with a flurry of clubbing blows. Reed ends up grabbing him by the waist and backs him into the corner. He delivers a series of Shoulder Thrusts before he sits the former Intercontinental Champion on the top rope. The big man goes up there with him and it's not long before they come crashing down into a Superplex! Reed makes the pin!



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WARHORSE kicks out!


Tom Phillips: C'MON BIG DOG, USE THE POWER OF HEAVY F'N METAL!

Corey Graves: The power of Heavy Metal doesn't mean shit to The Colossus!

Mauro Ranallo: The former X-Men couldn't definitely run through metal.


Reed picks up WARHORSE and lifts him straight over his head. He shows off his strength by actually pressing him a few times before dropping him with the Gorilla Press Slam! He then grabs his arm and drags WARHORSE around the ring for a bit, just showing off how in control he is. He gets him near the corner and then decides to go to the top rope. This is no bueno for the former Intercontinental Champion as Reed situates himself on the top. He leaps off with the Tsunami but WARHORSE rolls out of the way and Reed hits the empty pool!


Mauro Ranallo: Yikes! I felt that all the way over here.

Corey Graves: I'm pretty sure Reed just killed thousands somewhere in the world.


Both men get to their feet. WARHORSE starts swinging away at any open place he sees. Reed tries to cover up and throw his own punches but WARHORSE is actually dodging them, the heavy hands quite a bit slower than his. WARHORSE seems to be getting the upper hand and has got Reed on Jello legs. WARHORSE runs to the rope to build some momentum but Reed runs to the right and WARHORSE stops himself in the middle of the ring only to get run over with a Pounce! WARHORSE goes flying into the ropes but The Aussie Behemoth drags him away and makes the pin!



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WARHORSE gets the shoulder up at 2! Reed picks up WARHORSE and lifts him up for the Colossus Powerbomb but WARHORSE starts punching him in the head and goes to reverse into a Hurrincanrana but Reed doesn't flip over. Instead he powers WARHORSE back up flips over and Sunset Flips him over into a pin!



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But Reed kicks out just in time! Both of them get up at the same time but Reed clobbers him with a Rolling Forearm Smash to the face! WARHORSE gets knocked into the ref who gets tipped over. He's not knocked out but he look a little dazed.


Mauro Ranallo: That's what happens when you're a behemoth. Collateral damage.


Reed doesn't much care. He grabs WARHORSE and again sets him up for the Colossus Powerbomb but this time he sees Jamie Hayter come through the crowd. Security comes to try and stop her but Reed tosses WARHORSE to the side and tells her to come on and fight him. Jamie is trying to get to him ad security holds her back but Reed is just laughing at her efforts. He doesn't see that WARHORSE is up and he slips behind him and catches him with a School Boy!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




Tom Phillips: WHAT I'D TELL YOU! WARHORSE IS OUT HERE TO RULE EVERYONE'S ASS!

Corey Graves: What do you mean, Phillips he got lucky! Jamie Hayter is the only reason why he picked up the W.


Reed is furious and WARHORSE gets the hell out of dodge before he can retaliate. Reed instead turns his attention to Hayter and rushes to go out and fight her. Security is trying to keep the two apart but is having some troubles. They're trying their best to keep them separated but Reed jumps the barrier and rushes at Hayter. Security gets run over by Reed as he makes his way over to Hayter. The two begin exchanging blows and the fans part like the Red Sea, not wanting to suffer from collateral damage. More security comes out though and is able to separate the two. Hayter is taken off somewhere in the arena while Reed is taken to the back. He shoves off security and says he'll walk himself as he heads away and cameras catch up with him.




Reed is seen storming backstage, his anger evident on his face. He enters the locker room area, tossing his bag against the wall, seething with frustration. Reed is muttering to himself...

Bronson Reed: "Unbelievable! That meddling, conniving bitch had to stick her nose in my business. She's gonna regret the day she crossed paths with me!"

Reed aggressively flips a table, sending equipment scattering across the room, as the other wrestlers in the locker room watch in awe and caution.

Bronson Reed: "Next time I see her, she's gonna get what's coming to her! She thinks she can play games with me? She's in for a rude awakening!"

A nearby crew member tries to approach Reed cautiously, but he grabs him by the head and tosses him over some nearby crates.

Bronson Reed: "I don't care if it's in the ring, in the parking lot, or right here in this damn locker room. I'll show her what it means to mess with the Aussie Collosus!"

Reed grabs a nearby chair and throws it across the room, letting out a primal roar of frustration. He begins screaming towards the camera

Bronson Reed: "WARHORSE you may have stolen a win tonight I will deal with you later, but Hayter you better understand that I'm not someone you mess with and get away with it!"

Some local jobber is trying to calm Reed down, attempts to talk to him, but he brushes them off with an intense glare.

Bronson Reed: "Don't try to stop me! I'm coming for her, and she won't know what hit her! I'll make sure she regrets ever crossing paths with me!"

Reed clenches his fists as he pulls back and drops the man in front of him with his loaded fist.

Bronson Reed: "Next time I see you, Hayter, it'll be the last time you pull a stunt like that. You will learn the hard way that there are consequences for messing with the Aussie Collosus!"

As Reed continues to vent his frustration and anger, the scene fades out, leaving the locker room in chaos and the rest of the wrestlers uneasy about what might happen next.




We cut to the back and we see Solo Sikoa warming up with ‘The Wiseman’ Paul Heyman behind Solo Sikoa.



Paul Heyman: Tonight is your night Solo. You will be the one to prove to the elders why they sent you to take care of problems. Ricky Starks is nothing but a problem. A problem that will be taken care of by the street champ. This man right here doesn’t stand a chance against the might you bring to that ring you have it all. The speed of Umaga, the Ferocity of Afa and Sika, and the might of your father Rikishi. You know what you also have Solo? You have the brains because you’re with me. You’re with the Tribal Chief.

All of a sudden Roman Reigns barges into the room.

Roman Reigns: Wiseman!

Paul Heyman’s proud voice goes into a more serving voice

Paul Heyman: Yes my tribal chief.

Roman Reigns: Can you give me time alone with my cousin.

Paul Heyman: Of course my Tribal Chief.

Roman goes and he looks at Solo as the Wiseman leaves the area and Roman talks.

Roman Reigns: Solo Sikoa my personal problem solver. You know I just came back from visiting the elders and they’re all watching. They all gave me insurance that tonight you will solve the Ricky Stark problem. You see Solo respect is earned in this business. What Ricky Starks did last week was disrespectful and it is the reason why you’re here. You see Solo when you become the Tribal Chief one day you will have what I have. You will have your own problem solver you will have your own wiseman. To be successful in this business you need to have a team and a team that understands each other.

Solo is nodding his head and he looks at the Tribal Chief as Roman speaks.

Roman Reigns: One day it will be you. One day but right now I need you to go out there and prove the elders right. I need you to do the job that was sent from you. Solo I need you to help me. And when you help me I help you. See I didn’t have to be here tonight Solo but why am I here? To support you. I am here to support you in your first match here in the UWF. And I expect your first match to lead to a result that I want understood.

Solo nods and the soft spoken warrior responds.

Solo Sikoa: Understood my Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns: Don’t let the elders down tonight.

Roman Reigns is staring into his cousins eyes and pats him on the shoulder as the scene moves on.




Camera fades in, capturing the continuation of Leyton and Dr. Williams' therapy session. Leyton appears more determined yet conflicted, while Dr. Williams maintains her calm and supportive demeanor.



Week Two:

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, in our last session, we discussed your belief in Trevor Lee's influence. Today, let's explore if there might be alternative factors contributing to your experiences."

Leyton: "Doc, I've thought about it, but everything keeps pointing back to Trevor Lee. He's always there, lurking in the background, pulling the strings."

Dr. Williams: "I understand that Trevor Lee remains a significant presence in your mind, Leyton. However, it's essential for us to consider other possibilities. Let's examine if there are underlying factors that could shed light on your struggles."

Dr. Williams gestures for Leyton to share more, as she listens attentively.

Leyton: "I've tried, Doc, to find other explanations. But Trevor Lee's presence seems undeniable. It's like he's the cause of all my failures, my shattered dreams."

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, it's natural for us to seek answers that provide meaning and understanding. As we continue our sessions, let's navigate the complexity of your beliefs and explore various perspectives. Our goal is to help you find clarity and regain control of your life."

The camera captures Leyton's conflicted expression, revealing his internal struggle, while Dr. Williams remains steadfast in her commitment to guide him through the process.

The scene fades out, leaving a sense of anticipation as Leyton and Dr. Williams delve deeper into their journey of understanding and healing.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Big pop from the crowd when the "Good Guy" Bayley is shown sitting on a bench and taping up her wrists ahead of a marquee non-title tilt against the Champ, Drew McIntyre. She's looking focused and confident, but an interruption outta the blue has her looking flustered all of a sudden.

KO'R: Hey! We gotta talk!

It's Kyle O'Reilly on the scene. He's got an armful of stuff and he looks urgent. Bayley has a similar disposition, although hers is thruppled with annoyance and horror as she pops off the bench to usher him out of the room.



Bayley: Geez louise, Kyle! You can't be in here! Hallway! Now!

Kyle looks around the other-wise empty room one last time as Bayley forces this conversation out into the hallway.

KO'R: What's the big deal?

Bayley: "What's the big deal?" Uhhhhhh... how about you're a guy, dummy. You aren't allowed in the girl's change room.

KO'R: I think you should say "Women's".

Bayley: I thi - you know what? Probably. But that's not the point. The point is -

He cuts her off mid-sentence.

KO'R: Besides, you come into our locker room like... at least once a month. Probably more. I haven't been counting cause nobody cares.

Bayley: Well of course nobody cares when I'm in there! Half your creepy friggin opponents are trying to lay me. If you can't tell the difference in power dynamics here I... well... we don't have time to get into that but also I think it should be obvious that -

Again, he interrupts her.



KO'R: But I'm gay, though.

Bayley: So?

KO'R: So...

Its a heavy "so". Weighted with what Kyle assumes is glaringly obvious implication. When Bayley shakes her head like "so what?" again, the King of the Ring rolls his eyes and elaborates.

KO'R: So if I don't care if I see a boob, why should anyone else care if I do?

Bayley: First off, I don't like you referring to tits in the singular. Second off, privacy is a right and you can't take it.

KO'R: There's only like... four chicks that work here though!

Bayley: And they all matter!

KO'R: What about the ones we hate?

Bayley: Probably especially them!

Kyle throws his head back, exasperated. Bayley looks like she's ready to slug him but takes the high road, nodding to his armful off junk.

Bayley: What did you want anyway? What's all that stuff ya got there?

Taking a therapy-mandated deep breath, Kyle hands his things to Bayley one at a time.

Bayley: This is a notebook of what I believe Drew McIntyre's weaknesses and allergies are based on extensive research. I keep one of these for everyone on the roster.

Bayley's eyes widen at the girth of said notebook as she takes it from Kyle. Next he hands her a slinky.

KO'R: This is a slinky - in my experience, the single most distracting toy in the world. Obvs I'm gonna be out there but if something happens to me and that Stokely Hathaway punk tries to get all up in your business, throw this at him cause it'll probably keep him busy for a while.

She takes the slinky, and then after that, the final offering. A DVD.

KO'R: This one is special and you gotta be careful with it cause Granna doesn't know I took it. But its her signed copy of Braveheart and its practically a frickin clinic on how to kill Scottish people. So I was thinking you could just watch that before the match and study up a bit cause I know Drew McIntyre is probably overrated but just in case he's actually a little bit dangerous its probably best to be prepared, ya know?

He's trying to make it sound like no big deal, but there's an obvious concern there. Bayley recognizes it but doesn't dwell, instead flipping the DVD case over to check it out some more.

Bayley: It says its a-hundred-and-seventy-eight minutes. I think I'm on in like twenty...

KO'R: Just skip ahead to the end then.

Bayley: Okay I'll uh... yeah... I'll just track down a DVD player and uh... why don't we meet up in Gorilla, okay?

KO'R: Sounds good. And remember...

He nods towards the slinky. Despite having her hands full now, Bayley manages a thumbs up to send her step-brother away happy. The show must go on so there's no time to stick with her on her search for a DVD player. Revolution continues elsewhere.




THE REVOLUTION IS TELEVISED




As Touch the Sky by Kanye West plays over the speaker system, the crowd pops as "Absolute" Ricky Starks confidently struts onto the stage. As the first "Touch the Sky is sung in the song, Ricky grabs his head in his signature taunt as pyro bursts, he then makes his way down to the ring.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 194 pounds from New Orleans, Louisiana, he is "Absolute" Ricky Starks



Making it to the ring, Starks would slide into the ring and climb onto a second turnbuckle, pointing to the sky and looking up, jumping off, Ricky would go to a corner and lie down on top of the ropes waiting for the match to begin.






Bre Pretunko hits over the PA System and out comes the Problem Solver Solo Sikoa. Sikoa is flanked by the Wiseman Paul Heyman. There is no sign of the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns with Solo Sikoa as Solo Sikoa goes and let's out a primal scream as he marches towards the ramp



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Northridge, California being accompanied by the Wiseman Paul Heyman. Solo Siikkoooaaaa!



Solo enters the ring and he removes his towel throwing it to the ground. The Wiseman Paul Heyman collects it as the camera zooms in on the face of Solo who looks ready for battle.



 Vs 

The bell sounds and Starks and Sikoa make their respective ways to the centre of the ring. Solo and Starks stand toe-to-toe for a short moment before Starks hit out with his signature pose to the delight of everyone in the arena not named Solo Sikoa. An enraged Sikoa immediately lunges at Starks but Starks doubles under and hits the ropes. Rebounding, Starks hits Sikoa with a clubbing clothesline to the chest of the Samoan Street Champion that barely moves the big man. Starks hits the ropes again and goes once again for a clothesline but Sikoa has none of it, grabbing Starks by the throat and goes for the Spike but once again Starks doubles under and hits the ropes but as he rebounds this time Sikoa is ready and picks him up onto his shoulders before quickly dropping to the mat with a devastating Samoan Drop. Starks quickly tries to get himself to a vertical base but Sikoa is on him like a rash, he forces Starks into the corner and begins to choke the cocky newcomer before hitting him with a couple of big back elbows dropping Starks down onto his rear-end in the corner.

Mauro Ranallo: Look at the power of the Samoan Street Champion!, so strong, so quick, so vicious!

Corey Graves:  Ricky Starks was cocky to begin with but I have to question the strategy because all he's done so far is piss off Solo Sikoa.

Sikoa takes his time walking over to the opposite corner before darting a glare into the eyes of the downed Starks. Sikoa then runs at Starks and goes for the running hip attack in the corner but Starks rolls out onto the ring apron and Sikoa connects with nothing but the turnbuckle. Solo stumbles forward as Starks gathers himself. Starks springboards himself up onto the top rope before launching himself into the ring and dropping Sikoa to the mat with a Springboard Dropkick right on the money. The big Samoan falls backwards onto the mat but quickly rolls back to his feet. As soon as he does however Starks grabs him around the head and leaps into the air, kicks off the middle rope twisting Sikoa around into a Tornado DDT!. Starks covers. 


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Tom Phillips: Looks like 'Absolute' Ricky Starks is starting to get some momentum on his side and he'll need to capitalise to keep Solo down.

Corey Graves: This man, Solo Sikoa, was made on the mean streets of Samoa, he won't go down easy... in fact, I don't think he'll go down at all!

Starks gets to his feet and goes to grab Sikoa but Sikoa swats away a right hand, and then the left before he smacks Starks right in the face with a devastating headbutt dropping Starks once again onto his posterior. Sikoa then levels a pummelling Savate Kick into the seated Starks knocking clean onto his back, Sikoa drives his forearm into the face of Starks as he makes the cover.


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Starks rolls the shoulder out. Sikoa immediately slaps on a rear-chin lock to keep the smaller, quicker Starks grounded. The crowd are not enjoying this however and begin to boo heavily as Sikoa wrenches on the neck of his opponent. Starks begins to fight back, struggling to get to his knees. The crowd are on his side - they begin to chant his name, clap their hands and slowly but surely Starks gets back to his feet before he drives an elbow into the gut of Sikoa. Sikoa refuses to relinquish his grip but Starks persists with another big elbow to the gut and Sikoa releases. Starks then in one single movement jumps and twists in mid air to hit Sikoa with a Twisting Enziguiri which drops Sikoa to one knee. Starks then hits the ropes and runs towards Sikoa before dropping him to the mat with the Rocket Kick!. 

Mauro Ranallo: Rocket Kick!, this could be it, Ricky Starks is feeling it!

Tom Phillips: The crowd are on their feet - they're feeling it too!

Starks grabs Sikoa and is looking to set him up for the Roshambo but Solo stands strong and fends him off - hitting him with a big open palmed uppercut which sends Starks stumbling back. Sikoa goes after Starks in the corner and mounts him on the second rope dropping some big bombs into his head. Sikoa lets out a primar roar but this only gives the opportunity to Starks to spring back to life and in an incredible show of strength he walks out of the corner with Sikoa on his shoulders before dropping him to the mat with a Sit-Out Powerbomb!. Starks covers. 


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Solo kicks out just to late as the bell sounds and Ye hits the PA system. Starks rolls out of the ring and has his hand raised to the delight of the crowd as Solo looks on incensed with Heyman rolling into the ring in a failed attempt to console him. Starks remains unabashed; hitting his signature pose as we head elsewhere.




As we roll through the evening, we head backstage. Nobody is present but after a few seconds, a man walks in front and the crowd erupts. 




LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

The live audience pops as LA Knight throws out one of his trademark catchphrases.

LA Knight: Summerslam! The biggest party of the Summer. And 'ya know that 'ya can't have a party without L...A....Knight. 

LA Knight: So according to boss man, at Summerslam, L...A....Knight will be competing in the Money in The Bank Ladder Match against 6 other wrestlers. The Money in The Bank Match is a match where 'ya literally climb the ladder of success. The funny thing is, L...A...Knight has been climbing the ladder of success for nine months! But L...A....Knight has no problem doing it one more time. Because this time, it's life changing. The Money in The Bank virtually guarantees that 'ya will eventually become World Heavyweight Champion. And that's L....A....Knight's destiny. And if L...A....Knight has to go through 6 other DUMMIES to do so than so be it. Now, how bout we take a look at the field. 

LA Knight: Let's start with UWF's resident runt; Spike Dudley. 

You know LA Knight never passes up a chance to trash Spike. 

LA Knight: 'Ya know, L....A....Knight thought he really left the runt of the litter in the past. L...A....Knight beat him clean in the middle, 1...2....3. He destroyed L...A....Knight's locker room and got L...A....Knight's favorite bottle of Dom Perignon cracked over his skull. But now, Spike Dudley is back in L...A....Knight's life. Now runt, normally, L...A....Knight doesn't like sloppy seconds, even his own. But whoopin' 'ya never gets old. L...A....Knight knows 'ya got heart L...A....Knight knows 'ya got guts. But let L...A....Knight tell 'ya, that ain't enough to stop the Gravy Train from running 'ya down one more time. 

LA Knight: Who else we got? Ah, the former World Champion with an identity crisis. The Shark. Or should L...A....Knight call 'ya Shark Boy? Or how 'bout Dean Matthew Roll? It doesn't matter what L...A...Knight calls 'ya. What matters is somehow Ethan managed to stick not one....but two discount versions of L...A....Knight into this match. Sharky hasn't been the same since he lost the World Championship. But the truth of the matter is, he was never good enough to hold it in the first place. This is another guy that L...A....Knight has already beaten. He wasn't good enough for the title. He's not good enough for the briefcase. And he's certainly not good enough for L...A....Knight.

Knight pauses momentarily as he thinks about the rest of his Sumerslam opponents. 

LA Knight: Speaking of discount versions of L...A....Knight. We got "Absolute" Ricky Starks. The new guy on the block. Hasn't been here long enough to have a cup of coffee or get his feet wet and yet he finds himself in L...A....Knight's match. L...A....Knight is often imitated, but never duplicated. Ricky Starks is nothing more than the Great Value version of what a real "Megastar" looks like. Ricky, L...A...Knight knows that 'ya the shiny, new toy on the block and that's going to get everybody's attention and get 'ya all the opportunities, but 'ya need to know that 'ya not ready to play L...A....Knight's game. Call yourself "Absolute" all 'ya want. But the only "absolute" thing 'bout 'ya is that ya "absolutely" over matched and will be out performed come Summerslam. Know something Starks; the sequel....is never as good as the original. 

LA Knight: Who's the next jabroni? Warhorse? HA! Now, L....A....Knight just mentioned two people that want to be him so badly. But never in L...A....Knight's wildest dreams did he imagine that he'd see someone cosplaying as The Ultimate Warrior. Just listen to the big dummy.

Knight begins imitating Warhorse. 

LA Knight: "Me strong. Me curse a lot. Prepare the rocket ship. Me go to the top."

LA Knight: Listen here, "The Incredible Useless", L...A...Knight doesn't care how muscles 'ya got. L....A....Knight doesn't care how many protein shakes 'ya drink. L...A....Knight doesn't care that 'ya want to "Get To The Choppa!". All L...A....Knight cares 'bout is the fact that 'ya stand in my way. And L...A....Knight can't have that.

LA Knight: Who's left? Ah, it's L....A....Knight's old friend, "The Rated R Loser Star" known as Edge. Last time L...A....Knight ran into Edge, L...A...Knight changed the rating from Rated R to Rated PG. And the "PG" stands for "Post Greatness". Once upon a time, Edge was great. But this Edge, he's lost more than just a step. He's lost a leg to stand on. He's like the old racehorse that had a good run but gets hurt. And 'ya know what happens to that horse when it's past its prime and suffers a leg injury? They put him down. That's what's in the cards for Edge. 

LA Knight: And but not least, we got....Roman Reigns. 

This might be the first booing of the segment. Shows you that Roman is a pretty good heel. 

LA Knight: He calls himself "The Tribal Chief". That's cute. Where's 'ya Tribe, Roman? Cause all L...A....Knight sees is that Walrus 'ya call a manager and 'ya baby cousin who honestly, may be better than 'ya. What a Tribe! 'Ya see Roman, 'ya a lot like Starks and a lot "The Shark". 'Ya don't deserve to be in the ring with L...A...Knight. And L...A....Knight will show 'ya and 'ya entire bloodline that fact come Summerslam. When all the smoke settles and all the dust is cleared, 'ya will accept the fact that L...A....Knight is the only "One" around here. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!

LA Knight: L...A....Knight needs all of 'ya to know, that L...A....Knight isn't settling anymore. L...A....Knight settled for second best at the Royal Rumble. L....A...Knight stole the show at WrestleMania, but instead of getting to recreate that magic, L....A....Knight had to settle for working with a man that wrestles with his hands in his pockets. L...A....Knight is done settling. The YEAH! Movement! is done settling. Money in The Bank ends with The Million Dollar Megastar sitting on top if the ladder, holding the briefcase, with EVERYBODY saying....

L....A....Knight! YEAH!

LA Knight smirks as the camera fades to black and Revolution moves on. 




UWF Revolution continues to roll as Finn Balor is seen sitting in a dark corner by himself with his UWF Championship laid across his lap. He notices the camera and decides to vent as he is given the opportunity to.

Finn Balor
It feels like it never ends y’know, I’m talking about being here. I come here week after week and somehow, someway I always find myself in the same place. Stuck with a bunch of low card dummies putting on a show for each and everyone of you. Hulk Hogan… I made my debut against him and he’s gone. Jeff Jarrett.. he had a lot to say about me and just like his little buddy Hogan I sent both of them back to working for underground promotions. Then Cody Rhodes.. Cody was nothing until he came face to face with me. I took Cody Rhodes and made him look like a main event star… I had each and everyone of you tuned into what The Mafia had planned every week. I used Cody Rhodes to bring the spotlight on The Mafia and then you know what happened after that. All of you watched as I sent him a little retirement gift before he left. Now my Wrestlemania Nightmare has come to haunt me once again.. that one bug that doesn’t go away. I got rid of every single participant from my Wrestlemania match except for one Eddie Guerrero. Now I find myself back in the place I started in, a fight with another jobber. Don’t get me wrong though it could be worse, I could’ve been like LA Knight and won a stupid medal. Or like Sharkboy, who goes by The Shark now for some reason.

Finn Balor takes a deep breath and sighs before he continues to speak.

Finn Balor
But I’m gonna keep doing what I love to do, until somebody is strong enough to come and take this Television Championship from me. So every week you’ll tune in and remember that I’m the reason y’all are tuning in. As for this Television Championship I just feel like it’s been played out.. I think I want another belt…



Finn Balor stands up before he walks off carrying his UWF Television Championship with him in the process.




We head to EC3's office where he's chit chatting with Maxine about some Summerlsam specifics when suddenly Sami Zayn burst through the door.

Sami Zayn: What the hell was that Ethan!



EC3: I thought we got a lock on that door?

Sami Zayn: Money in the Bank? I just made us millions at a sold out Garden. I put my body on the line and you want to repay me by putting me in another potential career ending match?

EC3: I thought you'd want another opportunity to be crowned UWF Champion. I guess I was wrong-

Sami Zayn: No no! Don't give me that. You owe me remember.

Sami pulls out his phone to show he's got Mexico's #1 lawyer on speed dial.

Sami Zayn: One phone call and I can have your entire business crumbling down after that Ciampa stunt.

EC3 places his hand on his temples, knowing Sami is right.

EC3: Alright look, I can't just give you a title shot. That's not how things work around here. What I can give you though is a chance at revenge. Will Ospreay was doing incredibly well. He's seemed to have fallen off recently though since he's been more involved with you but he was a hot young talent and we need fresh blood. That's why at Summerslam I propose you face off against him one on one for the first time ever and if you win... you'll be the #1 contender to the UWF Championship.

A big smile comes across Zayn's face.

Sami Zayn: Well you might as well have just handed me the spot. I may have taught Young Willy everything he knows, but I didn't teach him everything I know!

Zayn points to his head and smiles like he made up that very popular syaing out of thin air. EC3 just shakes his head as Zayn walks out with a skip in his step and the show goes elsewhere.





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





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

Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Kyle O'Reilly, weighing in a 125 pounds, from San Jose, California... Bayley!

She climbs up into the squared circle while her step-brother stands vigilant on the outside. The "Good Guy" cracks her knuckles and gets prepared for the match ahead.



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.


VS


DING DING DING


Bayley comes right up to Drew and gives him a Forearm to the face. Drew just smiles at her and she delivers another. The UWF Champion sticks out his chin so she can get another good shot in but the Good Guy goes bad with a knee to the gut! She goes to whip him off the ropes but Drew reverses and sends her running instead. She comes off looking for a Clothesline but McIntyre breaks right through it and keeps running, hitting the ropes and coming back with a Big Boot that turns her inside out! Drew is all smiles as he casually turns her over and places his arm right across her face as a show of disrespect.



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Bayley kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Earlier tonight we saw Jamie Hayter take the fight to former UWF Champion Vinny Marseglia and she managed to come out on top. Can Bayley continue the success for the women here tonight?

Corey Graves: No. As a matter of fact, I bet she sets women back 10 years after she gets embarrassed tonight. She may claim it seems like the 70s because a woman hasn't gotten a world title shot but the truth is that none of the women have been good enough. Except Becky Lynch obviously.


Drew picks Bayley straight up into the air in a Vertical Suplex. He keeps her upside down for awhile and even throws one arm out to just show how powerful he is. Bayley starts kicking her feet though and manages to shift her weight enough to come back down and drive McIntyre into the mat with a DDT! Drew rolls over to his knees and is getting back up very quickly. The Good runs over and and starts unleashing a barrage of hits but Drew shoves her away and stands tall. Bayley runs back over but Drew catches her with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! He makes the pin again!



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Bayley kicks out! Drew grabs her by the hair and pulls her up, looking directly at Kyle. O'Reilly looks pissed while Stokely is laughing at him from the other side of the ring. Drew brings Bayley over to where Kyle is and places her on the middle rope before placing his knee behind her head and starts choking her out. The ref gets on him for this and he backs off at the 4 count.


Corey Graves: I hope Kyle realizes that this is all his fault. Bayley has no business being in the ring with our World Champion.

Tom Phillips: Bayley held up her own against 4 world class athletes in Wargames just last week and she's already competing in another big match tonight. I don't see anyone else from last week wrestling this week.

Corey Graves: Yeah because they're not loud mouthed idiots.


Drew comes back over to Bayley but she catches his off guard with a shot to the gut. She hits him a few more times but a Knee to the face stops any momentum from being gained. Drew picks her up onto his shoulders but she fights back with some Elbows. Drew is a little dazed but still keeps her in place until she starts raking his eyes! She slips off behind him and throws him through the ropes to the outside by Kyle. O'Reilly gets close and tells Drew she's gonna kick his ass. The ref quickly jumps outside to make sure Kyle doesn't get involved. In the ring however, Bayley walks over to the corner and starts to untie the top turnbuckle. She takes the pad off and throws it into the crowd, a nice souvenir for a fan.


Corey Graves: How can she call herself the Good Guy when she does dirty shit like that!

Mauro Ranallo: I like to think of it like Dexter. We like her because she does bad things to bad people.

Corey Graves: Funny because that's why I like Drew McIntyre. He takes out trash wrestlers.


Kyle backs off and Drew stares him down through one eye before he slides back into the ring. Bayley is waiting for him though and straight up Low Blows him while the ref is still warning Kyle about getting involved! Bayley then grabs his arm and traps it before driving his skull into the mat with the Rose Plant! She goes right to the top rope and waste little time in coming off with an Elbow Drop! She makes the pin!



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But McIntyre kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Bayley just connected with a huge Elbow Drop but it wasn't enough.

Corey Graves: Duh.

Mauro Ranallo: I think the problem was she hit the spot where the heart would be but we've seen recently that Drew McIntyre lacks that vital organ.



Bayley is feeling all sorts of empowered as she gets to her feet and taunts the UWF Champion. Drew is rising as she grabs onto him, setting up for the Belly to Bayley but Drew simply powers out of her grasp and gives her a Glasgow Kiss! Bayley is knocked out cold and Drew even stumbles backwards, having dazed himself a bit from that. Guess Bayley's hard headedness isn't just a play on words. Drew grabs at his back and looks in pain. He turns to see the exposed turnbuckle and gets a smile on his face. He comes back over and pics her up, throwing her over his shoulder. It looks like he might be going for Snake Eyes on the exposed turnbuckle but Bayley slips off behind him and shoves him forward, his head connecting with the exposed steel! She slips up behind him with a School Boy, even getting a hand full of tights!



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But No! McIntyre kicks out at the last possible second! Bayley looks shocked but Kyle tries to rally her to stay on the attack. McIntyre is already beginning to stir as he crawls to the corner and uses the ropes to help himself up. Bayley goes to the opposite corner and gives him a Running Thrust in the corner. She rolls backwards to her feet and does a big slow wave before coming back with a Running Back Elbow! She then grabs McIntyre and shifts him around to gvie him an Exploder Suplex in the corner! The UWF Champion is upside down before Bayley drags him away from the corner for another pin.



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McIntyre kicks out! Stokely can be heard laughing saying she ain't gonna keep the big an down.


Mauro Ranallo: Drew McIntyre has been a force since he stepped foot back in UWF. His affinity for violence cost him early on but he's appeared to have honed that viciousness.

Corey Graves: Personally, I don't care if he loses this week if it means he gets rid of Bayley like he did Danhausen.

Tom Phillips: How can you say that Corey. This is a human being we're talking about.

Corey Graves: Yeah an annoying one. I have half a mind to hope he does it to you next.


Bayley lies in wait as McItyre starts to rise. She mimes pulling out the Dragon Flute, a tribute to her brother and the crowd helps her summon the Dragonzord. She comes up behind Drew looks to lock both hands into the full nelson but Drew powers out and Elbows her hard in the side of the head! She goes walking back a few paces and turns back around right into the Claymore! Bayley is knocked out but Drew doesn't even go for the pin. He instead kneesl down beside her and locks in the Iron Maiden.


Mauro Ranallo: That's enough McIntyre you've already won!

Corey Graves: Bayley wants to play with the big boys and prove she deserves to be in UWF Championship contention then she needs to suffer like them for opposing Drew McIntyre.


Bayley is clearly out and the ref calls for the bell straight away.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre!



Kyle comes into the ring right away and starts attacking Drew. He mounts him as best he can and starts delivering palm strikes to the face until Stokely slides in and hits him in the back of the head with the UWF Championship! Kyle is dazed but not out from a hit form the little loud mouth but Drew starts laying into him and Kyle is in no shape to protect himself after being one week removed from Wargames. Drew then places him in the Iron Maiden as well!


Corey Graves: This is what Kyle has in store for him come Summerslam.

Tom Phillips: Someone needs to stop this!


Kyle is gone but Drew keeps pulling back as the ref is trying to pull him off. Stokely is laughing like a mad man in the background until Dre finally lets go. He's handed his UWF Championship and he places his boot on the back of Kyle's neck as he raises it for all to see as the show fades out.



END OF SHOW



Credits


Mysterio vs Shark - Jye
Starks vs Sikoa - Sam
Marseglia vs Hayter - Fauche
Reed vs WARHORSE, Bayley vs McIntyre - Danny

[Cwalker]

Great show; very promo heavy as we advance to Summerslam. Nice to see feuds continue to develop. O’Reilly and McIntyre will be a war as will Vinny and The Fiend.

Excited for Money in The Bank. Tough field but I plan on putting a lot of effort into that match.

Great job guys.

[AndyDNU]

Good to see that there’s going to be lots of early build for Summerslam now that some matches have been announced the show is still a few weeks away. Great to get the initial perspectives from the MITB competitors and very much looking forward to seeing how the thread pans out.

The Vinny-Wyatt stuff is progressing nicely. Also enjoying how the Hayter-Reed feud is developing and I’m intrigued to see what’s next for Balor.

It’s cruel to keep us waiting an extra week for the IC Title stip but I’m sure it’ll be worth it.

Hoping that Fauche and I can get some good creative juices flowing over the coming weeks and make our title feud a pleasant and memorable one.

Agree with Cwalker in that it’s good to see a promo heavy show and everyone churning out some good quality stuff for their respective characters and feuds.

Good quality matches on offer this week and thanks of course to Danny, Fauche, Jye and Sam for contributing.

[George]

Fun Revolution! Love when everyone gets hands on with their promos and tries to dig out their own narratives.

Love that Wyatt vs Marseglia murder match 2 gotta happen. Vinny will never stay dead brother.

Think the MITB thread should be quite fun, looking to drag out longer TTs for it. Been having a lot of fun this Warhorse run, last one I was in one where Bodor’s Suzuki won. Think everyone will have decent motives heading into this match so it should be fun.

McIntyre looking strong ahead of the Summerslam match with KO’R. Rooting for Kool Kyle but infamously Fauche wants to be anything but champ but who knows.

[albo2]

Great show this week with lots of promos, lots of quality.

Andy bringing the goods with Drew and that should be a great read with Fauche for Summerslam. Can't wait until they get started and Stokely being there as well should get some intrigue.

The MITB is confirmed and nice to see where everyone stands atm. Building anticipation to a big match there and can't wait to get started.

OC and MJF continues on and keeps getting better and better.

Wyatt vs Marseglia is a horror dreams nightmare. Tough to see where either go after this match at Summerslam as it's just the perfect feud for both really trying to scare the other. Look forward to seeing it.

Well done to all match writers as well. You guys are the real Montel Vontavious Porters.

[Fauche]

Wyatt cutting off commentary from the jump gotta be the closest thing we've had to a cold open in a minute. When we gonna have a cold open again? Friggin unreal promo from Rey's Bray to get the show going though. We got us a Last Heart Beating part 2 confirmed, baybay. This conflicted version of Wyatt is top notch. Rey incorporating Wyatt's latest persona into is already stellar take on the character like its no big deal at all. Marseglia vs. Leedles' Trevor Lee is the lay-up feud to make if Leedles rolls thru again any time soon, but wouldn't it be spiffy to see a lil feud between Bray and the Mayor too?

Who the heck is Alicia Atout?

On a personal level I have a deep-seeded hatred for Money in the Bank but on a professional level I think its just great we're brining it back. It really worked out miraculously last time around. Every dude announced for that match could easily be plugged into the world title scene next week without batting an eye, which means its gonna be a dag nasty thread and whoever is going to have earned it big time.

Vinny clapping back at Bray and throwing shade at Jaime Hayter. Still got dibs all over this Last Heart Beating match don't even try and take it from me. Shout out to Dres and JH for that spicy thread this week too I liked it lots.

WARHORSE clearly working through some stuff here. Man is haunted by that UW ghost. Where's all this shouty introspection headed? We got us a more introspective WARHORSE en general or are these red flags of a guy about to snap some day soon?

I got a theory that probably Sam has googled pics of DMR more than anybody else on the entire planet earth over the years. Cause who else would? And who else would have the gosh dang guts and tenacity to bless us with The Shark? MITB is open season. Could be anyone. I'm all high on Reigns these days but how you gonna count out this guy who main'd like every event for the better part of the past year and change? That briefcase might could be exactly what gets us The Shark in the world title scene again and while I haven't looked it up, that's gotta probably get the guy close to the most world title matches in Revolution history if he does.

A pull-apart brawl backstage~! The real story here though is Jye's continued use of BOLD instead of colour for Bronson's talks. Its provocative. Its edgy. Its dangerous. Can he sustain this kind of in-your-face coding? Only time will tell. Love the post-match promo from Reed too. Jye lowkey the master of the post-match promo.

I think the MJF / OC stip is gonna be a handicap match just you wait and see. Except then if Hager eats the pin obvs MJF gotta fire him but at least it wasn't him that last the belt. Now that's what I call booking. OR MAYBE its like the Mountain Dew Pitch Black match except everything is bathed in a blinding orange light and the whole match is written in nigh-indecipherable yellow font.

Reigns and Edge up with the next in this series of terrific promos from MITB guys and here I am about to wax poetic about how excellent Swedish is at humanizing Edge when he starts throwing shade at Renee Young promos. Not okay. Not okay at all. Lets both win at Summerfest and fight about it. Also, while this Reigns promo is what you'd want / expect to set up a MITB announcement, our guy truly shines later on with the backstage get-together with Solo. Sidekicks are doomed to lose matches but here's Chase dropping double promos anyway and instead of giving his heater an excuse or an out, he's building his guy up before taking a L ya love to see it.

You put an Abyss promo next to a Ciampa promo next to a Joe promo next to a Starks promo and you can see how solid Gunn is at getting down individual voices. That's easy with more outlandish characters but none of those dudes are exactly like a "Ric Flair" IRL so its impressive that he executes it so well every time he switches it up. Would like to see him bring back the ol' "always using the same pics of a guy in a promo" for Starks like with Tomasso, tho.

You ever hear that saying "blue and green should never be seen except inside a washing machine"? This McIntyre / Hathaway promo is a styles clash that hurts the eyeballs I can't believe we're expected to read stuff like this.

Friggin Jye with three - count 'em - three promos one show. Is Dr. Williams like Dr. Death Steve Williams? If it isn't I don't wanna hear about it. Make those two a tag team. Bring back the tag belts. Also shouts out to Jye for writing a match on top of all that! Also Sam! Everyone don't forget to write at least like one match a month for your healt.

L...A... Knight... out here with even more ellipses... than... a... Slim... promo... but hey remember Mania season when LA Knight was the most unstoppable of unstoppables and had all the momentum in the world? Well who's to say that our boy isn't back at it and briefcase win doesn't get right back where he was? There isn't a person in that match who couldn't pull off a entertaining Mr. MITB gimmick but also that sorta thing just seems tailor made for Cwalker's guy, doesn't it? Doesn't it?!?1

All these top notch MITB promos tonight but shoot I might like this Finn Balor one the most of all. Listing off dudes you beat who have since left the fed like you killed them? Truly a man after my own heart. That was the bread and butter of every single Steen tt. Plus also calling for another title? Heck yeah. Punch up. Got get it. But also wasn't there something about Mafia Dom walking out last week we getting follow up to that or what?

Anyone got a line on Trent Sevenn? Lets see if we can't get our pal back in the mix to cap off this FOTY contender with Sami.

BAD GUY BEATS UP BABYFACE TO CLOSE SHOW? Despicable. I hate it. Match was rock solid tho. You and me both knew Bayley didn't stand a snowcone's chance in July of getting on over on Drew but Danny got her looking good in trying and you gotta admire that. Even though we've been around forever Andy and I have had fewer one-on-one matches than you can count on five fingers so it was a real hoot getting a warm-up session in ahead of the Summerslam thread. He's so dang good. McIntyre is so entirely different from Danhausen and Dar and Andy is excellent as conveying a brooding, intelligent sorta ruthlessness with him (also having the smarmy, suck-up Hathaway there to bounce off of goes a long way). Glad we got three rounds in, looking forward to more buts its gonna be a tough one fo sho. IMO McIntyre's got all the everything a guy needs to go on a run as a dominant monster heel, and that's a tough thing to pull off cause you gotta be on your game every week, racking up wins on the regular to keep that mystique up, but seeing this McIntyre up close and personal now I don't see why the heck no Andy couldn't run with it.

[Chase]

Thank you Sam for writing the debut of Solo! Gunn's Starks is tight and it was a nice appetizer with him. Sometimes why I love playing the secondary character as well. Get to see a nice taste of what people's characters can do. Though I don't expect Solo to eat to many losses. When you have Roman Reigns on your side you always have a chance.

The promos were all so good Edge's promo, Finn's promo was just absolutely fantastic, and Rey kicked off the show with an always strong promo. It's so good how promos are just very heavy and consistent. Back in the day we will be struggling for promos to be sent.

MJF and OC is a feud I came back to and I am glad I am able to read such great work. This MJF guy is really good IMO and am excited to see where he goes one day here in the UWF.

Great show guys overall thank you writers and TTers. You guys are all awesome.

[Dres]

Summerslam is getting stacked! I mean a star-studded Money in the Bank match AND Last Heart Beating II? That’s going to be two matches to keep our eyes on for sure, folks!

Another great edition here that accomplished the aforementioned stacking with MITB participant promos, the great stuff from Bray, and of course some good matches too. That main event was great, real hot stuff from the KOR/McIntyre feud already.