Post by Danny on Aug 11, 2023 22:09:08 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Tom Phillips: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I’m Tom Phillips alongside Mauro Ranallo and former International Champion Corey Graves!
Mauro Ranallo: Tonight we continue on the road to Summerslam and what great action we have in store like Intercontinental Champion MJF versus L…A…. Knight. YEAH!
Tom Phillips: In tag team action, Money in the Bank competitors will do battle when The Shark and WARHORSE go up against Roman Reigns and Ricky Starks.
Mauro Ranallo: And Vinny Marseglia will be in action as he faces the LWO’s Rey Mysterio.
Corey Graves: And in our main event, Kyle O’Reilly will mix it up with the always unpredictable Bray Wyatt. All that and more right here live!
Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!
As the capacity UWF crowd awaits what’s next, suddenly the lights go out. After a moment of silence, a familiar voice is heard over the PA system.
”REVERE ME.
FEAR ME.”
As soon as these words are spoken, somber guitar music begins to play as the lights come up to a dark blue hue with smoke covering the stage.
As the vocals of, “Broken Needle” by Marilyn Manson begin, out walks Vinny Marseglia with his axe in his right hand resting on his shoulder as he takes a look to the end of the ramp and into the ring before beginning his walk down it.
Chimel: Introducing first, from Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”, Vinny…Marseglia!
As the introduction concludes, Vinny stops at the bottom of the ramp, lowering his axe to his side as he climbs up onto the ring apron and then steps through the ropes. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle and, with one swift swing, buries the axe in the turnbuckle pad before leaping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
When Booyka 619 hit's he walks out on stage and kneels down on one knee and prays. He gets up and points to the Fans in Pyro fireworks burst open and switch to the other side of the stage in does the same thing in after he was done he slowly walks down the ramp in slaps some little kids high fives and he stops and stares at the kid in hands him his Luchdor Mask to him and heads straight towards the ring and hops on the turnbuckle and pose both fingers in mid air and walks to the other side turnbuckle in does the same thing mid finger in the air in he gets down and stares across the ring at his opponent.
Chimel And his opponent, from San Diego, California Weighing at 160lbs, Rey Mysterio!
With the introductions made, Tony heads out of the ring. After ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.
VS 
DING DING
The bell pops off like a pistol at the starting line. Mysterio shoots out like a bullet, too, coming straight at Vinny at top speed. Marseglia's a hard man to catch off guard, but it looks like even he wasn't expecting the Master of the 619 to kick things off with so much tenacity. The Horror King uncorks as solid a lariat as he can given the circumstances - its mostly muscle memory and instinct doing the work for him.
Its a swing and a miss. Vinny hits nothing but air cause Rey ducks his head beneath the arms and keeps on trucking past, finding a familiar home on the ropes. The man they used to call the UWF's Resident Superhero puts his marvelous skillset to use, bounding on to the center cable and ricocheting back with a twist to come at his opponent with a flying crossbody.
Once again, Marseglia just barely has time to brace for impact. Rey connects flush, making up for the size difference with gravity and momentum as his back-up. Its enough to bring Vinny down to the canvas - just not enough to get him the pinning predicament he was looking for.
Vinny rolls through, giving into the motion of the man coming his direction and working with it to transition into a pin attempt of his own. The Official doesn't even time to drop down and count it before Rey scrambles out, and the luchador is ridiculously quick to his feet after that. Marseglia gets up to meet him there but Rey knocks him back with a picture-perfect dropkick to the chest, one that sends the Horror King tumbling away to the far side of the ring.
Phillips: Mysterio is firing on all cylinders tonight!
Ranallo: Marseglia wasn't shy about commenting on Rey's health issues or comparative lack of success to years past - perhaps the legendary luchador feels he has something to prove to the Horror King.
Graves: Once Rey has the LWO stop pretending they're the good guys instead of his latest gang of heartless thugs I'm sure he'll find a way to cheat his way back into the world title scene. Its only a matter of time. For all the talk over the years of speed and agility compensating for his stature, the only times he's actually found real success in the UWF is when he acts like human garbage. As a matter of fact -
Phillips: We get it. You hate The Cartel. Its been like almost ten years, Corey. Get over it.
Corey won't and neither should we. Rey's persistence doesn't show any signs of slowing, either. He charges Vinny again, grabbing him around the head as the Horror King is looking to get back to a vertical base. With that noggin tucked in the crook of his arm, Rey dashes up the ropes and bounces back to thrash him with a bulldog. Marseglia's head bounces off the canvas. Mysterio rolls him over for the pin and the Referee comes in to make the count...
1...
Marseglia kicks out bright and early.
Although Rey's about as beloved as beloved gets, Vinny's gathered up his own share of supporters since coming back to active duty on Revolution. So when the "LETS GO REY" chants fire up, they're met with a contingent of adversarial shouts from the loyal legions of Horror King. The arena is soon filled with the dueling cheers of support for both parties, tone and tenor revealing specific demographics trending towards each.
Despite the emphatic kick out by Vinny, its still Rey who's in control. Mixing up his game plan, he looks for some separation now as he heads for the nearby corner. Mysterio climbs the corner buckle like its second nature and pivots at the apex. Age and wear-and-tear play no factor in his ability to pull off some high-risk offense. The LWO member seamlessly leaps off the post to land on Marseglia's shoulders right as he's reaching his feet. Rey pulls back with the headscissors to flip his foe over.
Ranallo: Flawless West Coast Pop!
Phillips: Rey's still got it!
Ranallo: And who would've ever thought we'd see the man who ran shop on the original Purple Brand squaring off against the King of the Green Show? What a dream match!
Rey uses the flipping rana to set up another pin attempt. He lands seated on the disoriented Marseglia's chest. The Official drops for the count...
1...
2...
Vinny's shoulders are pinned down but he escapes by shooting his legs up, tucking them under Rey's pits and then pulling down to drag Rey to the canvas with a counter pin. The Ref is right there to count it...
1...
2...
Mysterio gets out just in time!
Both men race to their feet. Vinny finally beats Rey to the punch, blasting him with a European Uppercut that has his full body weight behind it.
Graves: Yes. This is exactly what Vinny needed - to make this a bowling shoe ugly brawl so Rey can't jump around so much.
Ranallo: Agreed, Corey. Both superstars have very specific sets of strengths. We saw that Rey was able to dominate when playing to his... will Vinny be able to regain momentum by imposing his own will?
Marseglia follows that uppercut with an Axe Edge Chop across Rey's tattooed chest. While he might ordinarily follow up with a few more, he doesn't want to give his opponent any breathing room, so instead, he pulls him in and hooks the head. Vinny then hoists up Mysterio for a suplex. The Sudden Rush - a delayed vertical variation of the technique - is often his sadistic preference at this point in the match. The stalling allows a sense of dread to set in. Marseglia opts to match Mysterio's haste with a fast-paced onslaught of his own, however, evidently reasoning that a swift succession of power moves will take the wind out of the luchador's sails.
To that end, Vinny spins Mysterio around and drops him head first with an Inverted DDT out of the suplex position.
Ranallo: Marseglia with The Shining!
Graves: That's gotta do it. Mysterio's head damn near went through the canvas with that one.
Vinny rolls Mysterio's body over and hooks a leg, looking confident that that was enough to seal the deal.
1...
2...
Rey kicks out before the third count! Marseglia's fans gasp. Rey's cheer.
Vinny sneers a little and he cracks his neck to one side. He looks more annoyed than impressed. He's got a feud with Wyatt in mind and bitter aftertaste from last week's result stuck in his throat. The Horror King is no mood for prolonged games or wasted time tonight.
Grabbing Rey by the mask, Vinny stands tall and drags the LWO member up with him. He flips him around, looking for the Farewell to Flesh. As he goes to apply the Dragon Sleeper, though, Rey jumps up and back, vaulting himself over Vinny and bringing him down into the mat with an Inverted DDT of his own - almost in a Shiranui or Destino sorta way. Whatever you want to call it, its super effective, except Rey is a little too banged up to capitalize with a pin attempt.
Ranallo: Mysterio has bought himself some time, but how much gas is left in the tank?
Graves: Marseglia did a number on him with the The Shining. I think he's running on fumes.
Phillips: Rey seemed convinced that Vinny wouldn't be able to withstand the 619 - now's the time to find out.
With his fanbase rallying behind him, the LWO member gets to his knees, then his feet. He scrapes Marseglia off the mat and flings him headlong into the ropes. Of course Vinny lands draped on the center cable, in prime position to take the Tiger Feint Kick. The arena starts buzzing - even those Horror King fans on account of everyone loves this one. Vinny's dreads are draped over his face so its impossible to say whether he's even conscious or not.
Mysterio doesn't stop to check. He's got a window of opportunity and he's going to make the most of it. Taking a deep breath, he then accelerates towards the far ropes, bounces back, and sprints towards his prone opponent. He vaults through the ropes, one hand on the middle and one on the top to swing his legs around for the 619.
Vinny drops!
But not because the maneuver lands. No, he just falls out of harms way so that Rey blows clean through the ropes then staggers out towards the middle of the ring. There's more life in Marseglia than thought, as well. Taking a page out of Rey's book, he uses the ropes to his advantage, getting up, grabbing the top, leaping on to the middle and then bouncing off to catch the former International Champ with a modified Orange Sunset!
Graves: Huge cutter from Marseglia!
Phillips: He's going for the cover!
After driving Rey's head into the mat, Vinny rolls him over for the pin. The Referee comes in for the count...
1...
2...
No! Rey kicks out again!
Huge pop from the crowd. They can't believe he survived. Vinny shakes his head, getting angry now. He sets his sights on the turnbuckle, thinking about some Redrum as an apt nail in the high-flier's coffin. When he gets up to head in that direction, however, Rey cradles him from behind to steal this one with a roll-up!
1...
Ranallo: Mysterio with the School Boy!
2...
Graves: That thief! He's gonna rob Marseglia of the win!
No! Marseglia rolls through to break up the pin!
Rey tries to scramble out of his opponent's reach but Marseglia drags him back like quick sand, grabbing hold and locking him up a Modified Scorpion Crosslock. He pours it all out for his trademark submission - The Mark of Marseglia. After such a fast-paced, high impact encounter, there's just not enough juice left in Rey to crawl for the ropes. He's stranded in the center of the ring and getting pulled to bits. He lifts his hand as if he's going to tap, but the LWO member has no quit in him. Mysterio holds on as long as he can before his head finally drops and the Ref waves this one off.
DING DING
YOUR WINNER...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!
His new song hits the PA and Marseglia releases the hold. There was a time when he might have held on a lot longer, no doubt about it. Maybe he's already thinking about his next fight, or maybe Rey's actually earned some of the Horror King's respect. Whatever the case, he lets the defeated man go, allows his hand to be raised, then collects his axe and marches up the ramp, forging any celebration.
Ranallo: Wow! An impressive win by Marseglia over a fellow legend in Rey Mysterio. The Horror King has one of the most versatile catalogues of holds in the game. There are so many ways he can win a match. We don't often see him do it with a submission, but clearly he's more than capable of getting the job done that way.
Graves: Even so, he'll need to dig even deeper than that when it comes to a Last Heart Beating match against The Fiend at Summerslam.
Phillips: There's no shame in taking a L to arguably the most dominant superstar Revolution has ever seen, but Rey was looking for a key win to really establish himself as a contender for Finn Balor's Television Championship. Mysterio has held that title before and he wants it back. We'll have to wait and see how he bounces back from this.
Slowly but surely, Rey comes to in the ring. The Ref offers a hand, but he gets up on his own power and starts up the ramp while the fans cheer him on. Revolution rolls on!
As we move on through the night, we head backstage to backstage interviewer, Byron Saxton. Saxton is all smiles as he waits for his cue to get the interview started.
Byron Saxton: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time, LA Knight!
Knight walks into the shot and stares directly at the camera before Saxton can ask his first question.
Byron Saxton: LA Knight, tonight you guy one on one with Intercontinental Champion MJF in a non-title match. With Summerslam right on the horizon, how important is this match for your momentum?
LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
LA Knight: 'Ya see, Byron. Tonight ain't 'bout Summerslam. Tonight is 'bout L...A....Knight slapping some respect into the so-called Intercontinental Champion.The rich boy has been walking 'round here for months cradling that title and disrespecting everybody within a 30 mile radius. Well, let L...A....Knight tell 'ya, he ain't gonna stand for it! The YEAH! Movement ain't gonna stand for it. So L...A....Knight is going to take great pleasure in going to that ring and delivering some Blunt Force Trauma and picking up the 1..2.3.
LA Knight: Now, as far as L...A...Knight's Summerslam opponents go, L....A.....Knight recommends that 'ya pay attention tonight. Cause tonight, is going to be a preview of what L....A....Knight is going to do to each and every one of 'ya at Money in The Bank. L...A....Knight's time is now. The YEAH! Movement's time is now. L...A....Knight doesn't care if 'ya are a runt with the heart the size of a giant. L...A....Knight doesn't care if 'ya are a former World Heavyweight Champion suffering an identity crisis. L....A.....Knight doesn't even care if 'ya call yourself "The Head of The Table". Money in The Bank will end with EVERYBODY saying...
L...A....Knight! YEAH!
And with that, Knight walks off as Byron smiles and says "Yeah!"
The scenes of ESPN’s hit show of First Take move on we hear the host of Molly Qerim speak.
Molly Qerim: Ladies and gentlemen we are so excited to have next up. He is one of the hottest stars in pro wrestling in fact you can see him wrestling later today in tag team action in Las Vegas at UWF Revolution. Give it up for Roman Reigns.
The Tribal Chiefs theme plays and he comes out with the Wiseman Paul Heyman who is carrying the Money in the Bank Briefcase.
Stephen A. Smith is excited to see both Roman Reigns and Paul Heyman and he shakes the hand of Paul Heyman who reminds Stephen A to “Acknowledge” the Tribal Chief. Roman Reigns and Stephen A share greetings as the two men talk to each other. Roman Reigns sits down and before the Wiseman sits in his seat he puts the Money in the Bank in front of Roman Reigns. Everyone gets settled and Stephen A. Smith begins to speak.
Stephen A. Smith: First of all I am incredibly honored to be joined by one of the biggest stars in the wrestling business Roman Reigns, and of course how dare I forget the Wiseman Paul Heyman. How are you doing?
Roman Reigns: I am doing great Stephen A thank you for asking.
Molly Qerim: Roman I must ask what is that sitting in front of you.
Roman Reigns: Oh this thing? This is the Money in the Bank briefcase. The item in which I will be fighting for at UWF Summerslam.
Stephen A. Smith: And what does this said briefcase do?
Roman Reigns: I mean I can tell you but Wiseman why don’t you explain to them what does briefcase do.
Paul Heyman: Certainly my Tribal Chief. Mr. Stephen A. Smith and Ms. Molly Qerim sitting in front of my Tribal Chief is the most powerful entity in the UWF. This briefcase right here gives any user who wins it a guaranteed shot at the most prestigious prize in our sport the UWF Championship. Anytime anywhere.
Stephen A. Smith: Wait a minute… Hold up so you’re telling me that Roman can win this briefcase and than win the title the same night.
Paul Heyman: That’s correct.
Stephen A. Smith: That is very much powerful imagine if you can win a tournament in the middle of the NBA season and just challenge the Finals competitor for the NBA title. So Roman here is a question for you. If you win that briefcase are you cashing in that night?
Roman Reigns: Look Stephen A. You’re a close friend but I don’t talk strategy on this show. You see if I went on here and let Drew McIntyre and or his challenger Kyle O’Reilly know I am cashing in then they will be prepared. Plus it’s not like I will be 100 percent either that night. I will have gone through a grueling ladder match. So winning this briefcase the Wiseman and I we will do what we do best. We’re like Brady and Belichick we know the winning plays before anyone else. So it’s a wait-and-see….
Molly does her usual interrupting before Stephen A can follow up.
Molly Qerim: Who would you like to be champion when you cash in?
Roman Reigns: For me it doesn’t matter because the said person probably won’t be champion depending on how long I have this briefcase. Look everyone else in this match I am just going to say it minus a few are all tough competitors and former world champions. They all have the capability to let’s say be champions again or be someone who could hold that title.
Stephen A Smith: You did say there were men who weren’t tough competitors. Who are those men who would you consider not as tough to be in this match?
Roman Reigns: Well it’s obvious we have a dude named Warhorse in this match.
Stephen A Smtih: Warhorse??
Roman Reigns: Yes.
Stephen A Smith: Does he have an actual horse?
Roman Reigns: Well if he did he would be scarier for sure.
Stephen A Smith: I can’t believe there is an individual in this match named Warhorse. Like Warhorse I’m just flabbergasted hearing this.
Molly Qerim: Who else Roman?
Roman Reigns: Well we have someone who I actually have to team up with tonight his name is Ricky Starks.
Stephen A Smith: Now hold on Roman I got to stop you right there my brother. I saw Revolution last week and didn’t Ricky Starks beat your cousin Solo?
Roman Reigns gives a glare at Stephen A Smith and Paul Heyman steps in.
Paul Heyman: Stephen A. Smith let me inform you that yes Ricky Starks picked up the win over a very tough problem solver in Solo Sikoa. However, Solo is no Roman Reigns. Listen, Ricky Starks disrespected the Tribal Chief…
Stephen A Smith: Then how come Roman Reigns is teaming up with him than Mr. Heyman?
Paul Heyman: Stephen A. you should know as an avid watcher that our president EC3 he loves to make enemies team with each other. So please don’t interrupt me next time when I am speaking because I am here to tell you that my Tribal Chief he doesn’t respect Ricky Starks. He thinks Ricky Starks is nothing more than an annoying parasite looking to steal whatever momentum that my Tribal Chief may have and tonight is a perfect example as my Tribal Chief will show Ricky Starks what a real spear looks like and as he cuts down both Warhorse and the Shark tonight stack both of them pin both of them and than move onto Summerslam and climb that ladder and grab that briefcase.
Stephen A leaves his mouth agape from the promo by Paul Heyman and Roman Reigns speaks.
Roman Reigns: You see Stephen A Smith Ricky… he needs me to win tonight. And after he sees what I do to the other two men tonight in the middle of that ring. He will come to the slow revelation that there is no way he will ever be on my level. Stephen A I am tired of always being humble. I spent a lot of time people pleasing early on in my career. I am done doing that. Now it’s time for me to take the throne and take what’s mine. They gave us this prop briefcase to show you to and Molly what I am fighting for at Summerslam. Though for me we just wishing it to existence. There is going to be one man who stands at the top at SummerSlam and that one will be Roman Reigns.
Molly Qerim: Well sheesh it was already hot this summer and it just got hotter be sure to tune into Summerslam August 27th from Citi Field in New York only on the UWF Network. And if you want to see Roman Reigns kick some butt tonight check out UWF Revolution tonight! Thanks for joining us gentlemen.
The segment fades with Roman and Paul looking at the camera as Stephen A. is still shocked what is going on.
The big screen lights up with a replay from last week's show. It kicks off at the end of the Main Event match, just after Drew McIntyre has put Bayley down with his Iron Maiden submission.
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.
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.
The titantron then switches to a live feed from backstage. Who's there? Kyle O'Reilly's there! The Number One Contender for the UWF Championship looks piss and vinegar'd to the max, but he's doing his darndest to keep his rage on a simmer as he addresses the camera.
KO'R: See that? Did you see what just happened? That was what it looks like when someone's unprepared. That's what you get.
In true Kyle fashion, the King of the Ring punches the wall behind him.
KO'R: I shoulda oughta known better, too. I shoulda oughta known that Drew McIntyre and his doofus sidekick were exactly as big of crapbags as they look, and that they'd have no troubles sinking so low to send a message.
O'Reilly sneers down the barrel of the camera.
KO'R: Fine. Okay dudes. I get it. You're gutter scum through and through. From now on I'll just assume that there's no lengths you won't go to if it means winning a title match against somebody who can actually beat you black and blue from pillar to post. Next time we're in the ring together, there ain't gonna be no friggin blindsiding me cause I'm gonna be prepared. And speaking off...
Kyle holds up his fingers and starts counting off items one at a time.
KO'R: It. Cape Fear. Nightmare Before Christmas. It 2. Signs. The older, longer It. That Mister Rogers movie. I watched all these friggin shows last weekend to just so I'd know exactly what kinda mindset Bray Wyatt is coming at me with. And when I wasn't studying tape, I was in the gym, and when I wasn't in the gym, I was in the dojo, and when I wasn't in the dojo, I was chewing on nails and screws cause that's how tough I'm making myself in preparation for Summerslam.
I'm on my A-game, guys. I'm on mother effing point. I know that everyone on this roster wishes they were in my spot except for Drew McIntyre, cause he wishes he had absolutely anybody else as next up to challenge him. My whole life they've called me stuff like "easily distractible" and "unfocused" and "riddled with ADHD" and I know you losers wanna use that against me. Except you know what else the doctors and teachers called me? "A danger to myself and others," that's what. Emphasis on "others". And if anyone tries to get between me and that belt, they're gonna find out why. Catch me stomping Bray's face into pieces tonight for a example.
The Human Swiss Army Knife storms off on that note, ready for a rock'em, sock'em match. Revolution rolls on!
The Revolution logo flashes across the screen before we are taken to the ring where the reigning Intercontinental Champion is standing by with a microphone. As the feed goes live, he lifts the microphone to speak.
Maxwell Jacob Friedman:
Last week, I promised I would reveal to all of you inbred slobs how I planned to beat Orange Cuck at Summerslam. And contrary to what you people might believe, I am a man of my word. Just like I told Burger Kingston I was going to take his title and never give it back, just like I told all of you idiots that I would one day be on top of this trash heap and that I'd bring credibility back to it, now I'm going to tell the Cuck the one thing he isn't willing to admit.
There is a pause as the fans rain boos down on the champ. He ignores them and, after a few moments, continues.
I'm better than you, and you kn–
Suddenly, bam! Those iconic piano notes cut into the air the way a knife might through butter. The fans pop, knowing the man who is about to come through the curtain as Jefferson Starship's iconic "Jane" plays over the PA.
"Freshly Squeezed" comes out from the back with his usual, deliberate pace, eyeing the champion as he descends to the ring. It's clear from his expression, even with the aviators, that he has no love for MJF. He rolls in under the bottom rope and across the ring, taking an offered microphone on the other side before rising to his feet to address MJF.
Orange Cassidy: Maxine, let me stop you right there. Because if you really were better than me, you wouldn't have to say it. You wouldn't have to spend so much energy trying to convince yourself. These hard-working fans? They'd know it, too. They'd cheer you even though you are a massive, gaping asshole. But the simple fact of the matter is, you're not as good as you think you are. Every time you and I have come face to face, it's ended the same way. You taking full advantage of your champion's advantage to get yourself disqualified, and then tucking your tail and running.
Friedman tries to cut in, but O.C. shushes him. The fans, hearing this, pop. They then start a "Shut the H*ck Up" chant. "Freshly Squeezed" grins.
You cheated me out of that title at Final Battle, and your crony cheated me out of choosing the stipulation for my rematch at Summerslam. You know it. I know it. Everyone here knows it. And if you really were better than me, you'd cop to it and let me pick the stipulation like I deserve. I won. You lost. Admit it.
Before MJF can get a word in edgewise, another theme hits the PA.
Ladies and Gentlemen
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trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
trouble trouble trouble
EC3 steps out from the back with a mic in hand.
EC3: Before things get out of control, I'm going to set the record straight. Orange Cassidy earned himself an Intercontinental Championship title match and after Max decided to disqualify himself, I decided to give Orange another match. You dangled this match stipulation in his face Max and he's right he did end up winning over Jake Hager so as far as I'm concerned, Orange Cassidy gets to pick the match stipulation. So Orange, go ahead and choose the time and date.
Cassidy: We're going to fight tonight. Right here. Right now.
MJF is not happy to hear that news, but the fans love it as they pop massive. The Champion is freaking out in the ring. He moves to the side of the ring facing the titantron and starts shouting obscenities at EC3 off-mic. But while this is happening, O.C. tells a freshly arrived official to ring the bell.
DING DING!
Corey Graves: What?!? This isn't fair!
Tom Phillips: Some would call this just desserts!
Cassidy wastes no time. He moves in behind MJF and pulls him right into a surprise roll up! The fans count with the ref!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, and the NEW
UWF Intercontinental Champion:
"Freshly Squeezed"
ORANGE CASSIDY!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! New champion! We have a new Intercontinental Champion!
Cassidy doesn't waste any time. The belt is handed to him as orange confetti falls from the ceiling. He holds it for only a moment before stuffing it in a backpack and rolling out of the ring, leaving MJF stunned and covered in orange. Cassidy is all smiles as he lazily fist bumps fans while heading up the ramp. The show moves on.
As Revolution continues, a familiar face makes his presence known.
LA Knight: Ha! Ha! Not only does L...A....Knight bless 'ya television screens once, not only twice, but three times. And L...A....had to make his presence known again cause L...A....Knight realized that he didn't get a chance to finish talking 'bout his Summerslam opponents. Now where was L...A....Knight? Let's see, Spike? Check. Shark Boy? Check. "The Tribal Queef"? Check. So who does that leave for L...A....Knight to beat and embarrass?
LA Knight: How 'bout "Absolutely" useless, Ricky Starks. Now L...A....Knight has heard a lot of what Starks has had to say and first things first, Ricky, L...A....Knight is beggin' 'ya, stop stealing L...A....Knight's material. L...A....Knight knows that they say "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" but 'ya can never be L...A....Knight, even on 'ya best day.
LA Knight: Edge? L...A....Knight already wiped the floor with him.
LA Knight: Warhorse? All L...A....Knight needs to do is bring a pin and watch as those over inflated muscles pop. Sending discount Brian Cage flying.
LA Knight: There's a reason why L...A.....Knight is the favorite. And that's because nobody in this match is as good as ol' L...A....Knight.
Knight turns the corner and keeps walking.
LA Knight: And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of....
Before Knight can finish, he runs into an "old friend"
Bayley: Hey Kyle! Look! Its the One-Night-Only Wonder!
Knight's promo is hella interrupted by the UWF's beloved step-sibs, Bayley and Kyle O'Reilly as they're walking down the hall. The Diabetic Dragon looks like he's about ready to step to Knight right then and there, but Bayley kinda gets all up between him, holding Kyle back a bit with one hand while she gives LA the ol' up-down-glance-and-scoff.
Bayley: Gotta admit, I'm surprised to see ya here here, bud! Rumors were circling around - some folks though you got fired, others were saying you retired and shame after that most spectacular flop in Prizz Tizz Mizzle history. Nobody really cared enough to find out what was actually going on, though. As a matter of fact, the UWF train get kept chugging down the tracks without missing a beat.
But hey, you're back at it with - is that a fresh set of hair plus? And a brand new coat of spray-tan? Whooey! Looking good, slugger! If you're gonna win that Money in the Bank just to turn around and immediately lose that too, might as well snazz up a bit first, eh?
Bayley could probably keep the chirps going all night, but Kyle's ADHD doesn't offer much in the way of patience. Stepping around his step-sister to get all closer and personal with the Thursday (Friday?) Night Thriller, he talks to him through some gritted teeth.
KO'R: Know what dude? I hope its you. I hope its you and I hope you're dumb enough to try me when you think I'm down and out so I can show this whole entire planet that the luckiest night of your life was... ya know... just... frickin... lucky.
Kyle's obviously referring to that time at Wrestlemania when LA Knight got himself a W over the Human Swiss Army Knife. In case you forgot. Kyle hasn't though. Dude can't never drop a grudge. Before either of the step-sibs can pile on anymore, LA Knight claps back.
LA Knight: 'Ya know somethin', sweet cheeks? There's an old expression. "It's better to keep 'ya mouth shut and let people think 'ya stupid, as opposed to opening 'ya mouth and proving them right." 'Now it's obvious that the "Diabetic Dumbass" here is rubbing off on 'ya. Which is a shame, cause 'ya had a good head on 'ya shoulders. But now....now 'ya just a nice ass in a pair of jeans.
I think no matter how much of a good guy LA Knight has become recently, it's obvious that it's always going to be "on sight"(as the kids would say) when these three get together.
LA Knight: Now if 'ya don't mind....the adults are talking.
Knight then turns his attention to the Number One Contender to the UWF Championship.
LA Knight: Now, O'Reilly, first things first. Let L...A....Knight actually congratulate 'ya on winning King of The Ring. L...A....Knight didn't think 'ya had it in 'ya. But that's partially because L...A...Knight doesn't think 'ya that good. But nonetheless, 'ya got the job. But I think we both know it's 'cause L...A....Knight wasn't here.
LA Knight: But 'ya know...'ya just said something that resonates with L...A....Knight. 'Ya said, 'ya want L...A....Knight Money in The Bank. And L...A....Knight finds it so funny 'cause if we're bein' honest, L...A...Knight hopes and prays that win the UWF Championship. And L..A...Knight wants it to be 'ya 'cause for everything 'ya have accomplished this year...
Knight turns his attention back to Bayley.
LA Knight: And L...A....Knight will admit big brother has done a lot. Hollywood Championship, Prime Time Medal, King of The Ring, Number One Contender, he's done everything in this business.
Knight turns his attention back to O'Reilly.
LA Knight: Except beat ME!
The live audience "Oohs" at Knight's remark. Kyle O'Reilly is noticeably grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.
LA Knight: And L...A.....Knight knows it eats at 'ya. Cause if this "One Match Wonder" took 'ya best shot and still beat 'ya, what 'ya drop if he gets the drop on 'ya?
LA Knight: But 'ya don't gotta worry 'bout that O'Reilly. 'Ya know why? Cause if 'ya win the title, L...A....Knight is not goin' to sneak up on 'ya. L...A....Knight is goin' to look 'ya dead in the eye, call his shot and still take that title from 'ya.
LA Knight: And 'ya know why? Cause at the end of the day, 'ya think 'ya can beat me...
LA Knight: I KNOW I can beat 'ya.
Knight smiles in their faces then walks off. Kyle's got half a mind plus another half to start swinging but Bayley pulls him back, reminding him he's got a main event to worry about as Revolution rolls on!
Reigns and Heyman are sitting talking strategy. Roman looks tired a long day as he did promote his upcoming tag match earlier on First Take all of a sudden a knock is heard.
Roman Reigns: Come in!
In comes the personal problem solver of the Tribal Chief Solo Sikoa. Solo comes in and he speaks.
Solo Sikoa: My Tribal Chief… The Wiseman…. May I have a seat?
Roman Reigns: Yes sit Solo.
Solo sits down and he is ready to speak to the Wiseman and the Tribal Chief.
Solo Sikoa: Tribal Chief, and Wiseman I want to apologize for letting you down especially in one of the home of the elders. I know a lot of them were watching and when I went to visit them myself they weren’t disappointed. They just want me to be better. They chose me out of all the great Anoa’i family members to represent you. To help you restore honor within our family. And I did let you down. It’s my job to handle problems and it was a problem I couldn’t handle. So my Tribal Chief I hope you accept my apology.
There is a silence after the normally soft spoken Solo said more words than he would normally say. Roman Reigns goes and he lets out a breath and he speaks.
Roman Reigns: I forgive you Solo.
Solo and even the Wiseman looks surprised and Roman Reigns speaks.
Roman Reigns: Solo look. If you win you win. If you lose you lose. It is what it is. I just wanted to send a message to Ricky Starks. I wanted that fool to know that you can’t just interrupt the
Tribal Chief. Do you know what I saw in that match Solo? I saw you kick out.
Solo looks shocked and Roman speaks.
Roman Reigns: Yeah I was watching Solo you got hit by that whack spear and the referee I mean he counted pretty darn fast. You kick out if that referee is at normal speed. Look you didn’t let me down. The Elders will inform me if you have failed and I will be the one to decide if it’s time to cut loose ends. Though as it stands you didn’t let me down Solo. You actually made me really proud. I mean Ricky is in the Money in the Bank and you went toe to toe with him. Though just know Solo you’re always going to be by my side until I tell you that you’re not understood.
Solo Sikoa shakes his head.
Roman Reigns: Good. Solo… Don’t stress out we are going to do this together. Like I said last week we are nothing if we aren’t a team.
Solo Sikoa: Thank you my Tribal Chief.
Roman Reigns: Now let’s get ready to kick some ass tonight.
The scene fades as Revolution moves on.
The scene cuts to Jamie Hayter standing in the middle of the shining light of a dimly lit room and the crowd instantly cheers with a small smattering of boos. "For the second pay-per-view in a row, I was left off of the show and it pisses me off. You can't have a pay-per-view without Jamie Hayter, the Greatest Wrestler Alive." Jamie says before slowly shaking her head.
"So, what's going to happen is that I'm calling out that bloated arsehole that looks like ten pounds of horseshit in a five pound bag, Bronson Reed." Jamie stops momentarily before continuing. "Oh, but this won't be a regular match. Oh, no. Seeing as we fought each other all over the arena in various places throughout the last few weeks, a regular match won't cut it."
An almost psychotic look forms on the face of Jamie. "What I want is no disqualifications, no count outs, no holds barred, and falls count anywhere. Unlike other companies where 'falls count anywhere' means either in the ring or at ringside. I mean, anywhere. The match could end up at a bar down the street from the arena that SummerSlam is being held in. It could end up at the hotel. It could end up at the airport. It could even end up thirty thousand feet in the air on a plane. Anything goes and there will be a winner, and if that fat pile of horseshit has any guts, he'll accept my challenge."
"Should he accept my challenge, then I will do things to him that would give the BTK Killer night terrors. I'll beat him, I'll batter him, and I'll torture him until he can't stand up. I want to brutalize him and that's exactly what I'll do."
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.
Head of the Table hits the PA System and out comes Roman Reigns. On his right he has the Wiseman of the Tribal Chief and on his left the problem solver Solo Sikoa. Reigns does a sly rubbing of his red leigh he is wearing signifying he is the the head of the table. The three men lift there hands up in the sky signifying 'The Ones'.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida being accompanied by Solo Sikoa, and Paul Heyman. The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns!
Reigns and company make there way to the ring and the reception is mixed for the Tribal Chief. Roman is taking his time to get in the ring showing little urgency. Roman and crew finally get into the ring and when they do they once again throw the ones up high in the sky. Roman removes his red lei and hands it to the Wiseman who exits the ring. Reigns than turns to the problem solver and he pats his cousin on the shoulder signifying it's okay and Solo exits the ring and Roman gets prepared for battle.
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.
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
Ricky wants to start things off for his team and Roman doesn't really give a shit so he just stays on the apron. WARHORSE wants to start thins off but The Shark tells to sit his candy ass down and watch greatness. He turns his attention to Starks but Ricky is already in his face with a Running Clothesline. Shark pops back up only to get taken down with another. He gets up again and this time gets Clotheslined out of the ring! Ricky does that one pose, you know what I'm talking about as the fans cheer. WARHORSE points and laughs at The Shark but The Great One kicks the steel steps in anger. Ricky backs up letting him enter the ring but Roman ends up tagging himself in.
Corey Graves: And here comes our Tribal Chief ready to take control of this match.
Tom Phillips: I think Ricky had it covered there.
Corey Graves: He was wasting time like an amateur. You should really learn to acknowledge your Tribal Chief Phillips.
The Shark slides back into the ring just as Roman slowly comes in. Roman walks up to him, basically daring him to make a move but The Shark ends up slapping WARHORSE on the chest and telling him to deal with it. WARHORSE ain't no bitch and he enters the ring and goes right at Roman. The Head of the Table is busy covering his head as WARHORSE unloads with rights. He goes to send Roman to the ropes but Reigns reverses and sends him running instead. WARHORSE comes off but gets caught with a big Shoulder Tackle. Roman just stares him down mean mugging him, telling him to sit his ass down. WARHORSE gets right back up and gives him a shove. Roman goes for a big Punch but WARHORSE goes low and Headbutts him in the gut! Roman stumbles back into the corner and WARHORSE goes up to the middle rope and gives him the ol' 10 punches in the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: It's the tried and true 10 punch salute.
Corey Graves: And look at Ricky just standing there. Some teammate.
Starks has his hands up, letting WARHORSE go to town as he hits the final punch and things brings Roman out of the corner for a Half and Half Suplex! Reigns is dropped right on his head and WARHORSE goes for the cover but Roman kicks out before a 1 count can even be made! The former Intercontinental Champion picks him right back up and throws him into his corner. He then rushes over and delivers 3 successive Clotheslines ion the corner before bringing him out just enough to give him a German Suplex into the turnbuckles! He drags Roman away and makes the pin.
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Reigns kicks out! WARHORSE stands up but The Shark tags himself back in. He grabs Roman's feet and steps through and crosses over into the Sharkshooter!
Tom Phillips: I'm sure the Tribal Chief has felt this sparring around with his cousin in the past.
Corey Graves: The Shark is actually doing it correctly though unlike his lame cousin.
Mauro Ranallo: And it looks like Ricky Starks is in no hurry to help out his partner here tonight.
Corey Graves: Well it is softening up one of his opponents in the Money in the Bank match.
The Shark thinks he's got him right where he wants him but the sheer size and power of the Head of the Table allows him to march hand over fist to the ropes to break the hold. The Shark keeps it locked in until the count of 4 before he finally lets go. Roman is using the ropes to help get himself up but The People's Champion comes back over to stomp a mudhole in him. The Shark suddenly backs away looking shocked as he realizes that some Shark Boy managed to slip in there.
Tom Phillips: Did you guys see that?
Mauro Ranallo: The Shark certainly noticed it.
He's looking at his hands like he's not sure what just happened but Roman lunges at him with a Superman Punch! The Shark gets knocked off balance and falls into the corner. Roman runs over to deliver a Clothesline but then just stays there Clotheslining him over and over. The ref is now on his case but he simply hoists The Shark onto his shoulders and walks to the center of the ring to deliver the Samoan Drop! He makes the pin.
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The Shark kicks out! Roman picks him right back up but The Shark tackles him into his corner and WARHORSE tags himself back in. He starts laying into Roman but one swift Headbutt has him reeling. Roman then kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a Powerbomb but WARHORSE starts fighting back and reverses into a Hurrincanrana. Roman goes tumbling into his corner and Starks tags himself back in. Ricky runs at WARHORSE but ends up getting caught with the Lariat! He pops back up only to get taken down with another. He gets up once more and this time ducks the Lariat and when WARHORSE turns around he eats a Superkick! He's dazed on his feet and so Ricky kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for the Roshambo but WARHORSE falls behind him and brings his head down into a Falling Neckbreaker! He makes the pin!
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Starks kicks out! The Shark sees that they're in control once more and yells for WARHORSE to tag him in. WARHORSE shoos him away and instead goes to free corner and decides to climb to the top rope.
Tom Phillips: OH HELL YEAH BOYS HERE IT COMES!
Corey Graves: Did you see him just ignore his highly more experienced teammate? What an idiot.
He setting up for the ASS RULER as Starks is getting back up but The Shark ends up shaking the top rope causing WARHORSE to lose his balance and rack himself! The Shark flips him the double birds and rops off the apron and walks off to the back.
Tom Phillips: WHAT THE HELL YOU PUNK BITCH!
Corey Graves: The Shark has had enough and I can't blame him. I wouldn't last 3 seconds of WARHORSE being my partner.
Tom Phillips: ACCORDING TO YOUR EX WIFE I BET YOU COULDN'T LAST 3 SECONDS WITH ANY PARTNER NUMBNUTS.
Corey Graves: What did you just say!?
Tom Phillips: Huh?
Mauro Ranallo: Guys it looks like Ricky Starks is about to take advantage!
Ricky goes to the top rope and starts punching WARHORSE. He sets him up for a Superplex but WARHORSE begins to fight back. He's got the power of metal flowing through him and he ends up front Suplexing Ricky off the top rope! Roman comes in to deal with him but WARHORSE jumps onto his with a Diving Crossbody! Ricky is back up but WARHORSE starts laying into him. Roman gets up to help but WARHORSE lays into him as well. WARHORSE is taking it to both men and dodging their strikes and hitting his own. Roman and Ricky are both dazed on wobbly legs. WARHORSE let's out a big war cry and flexes both biceps. He runs to the ropes, perhaps thinking a Double Clothesline but we'll never know as he's broken in half with a Double Spear! Ricky hooks both legs for a deep cover!
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Tony Chimel: Here are you winners, Roman Reigns and Ricky Starks!
Starks and Reigns get their hands raised. They both look at each other, a bit surprised at the inadvertent work together but Roman yanks his hand away and simply exits the ring, not even wanting to entertain the idea of celebrating with Starks. Ricky is fine with having the spotlight to himself as Revolution rolls on!
The action in the ring has been explosive so far as Revolution is living up to the hype as the camera's suddenly switch to the backstage area, showing a close up of Renee Young. The crowd start to cheer the blonde bombshell as she starts to talk.
Renee Young: Good evening UWF Universe. Welcome to another edition of Revolution. I am your special backstage interviewer and I have a special guest at this time. He is one of the Money in the Bank participants, he is everyone's favourite Uncle. Please welcome my guest at this time, Spike Dudley.
Spike walks into shot, not showing much emotion as Stacy Keibler is in tow with him. Spike looks Renee up and down, nodding at her as Stacy gives her a tap on the shoulder and a friendly look.
Renee: Thank you for joining me at this time, Spike and Stacy. Now last week, it was announced that you would be in the Money in the Bank at Summerslam Spike. Can I get your thoughts on that?
Spike looks at Renee, thinking before he answers.
Spike Dudley: Honestly, my thoughts are that I shouldn't be in that match. Look at what I have become Renee. Look at the blood on my hands. Because of me, Samoa Joe, Kurt Angle, Kevin Nash and Ciampa have been fired from UWF. I'm not Sami Zayn. I'm not in this business to shorten peoples careers and life. I'm here to inspire people but what kind of message am I sharing with my nieces and nephews that if you have a problem with someone....you get rid of them. I should have stepped in when my Brothers came up with the contract stipulation. I should have stopped them but what I should have done is never climbed that ladder, looking down on my brothers gleeful faces and snapped those contracts from the clip. I should have let my brothers do it. You see Renee, tonight my brothers are still celebrating. That's why they missed Revolution last week but I missed it because I couldn't look anyone in the face. My Angel without Wings begged me to come to the arena to distract myself but I just couldn't do it and the only reason I'm here tonight Renee is because it's not fair on the nieces and nephews to get punished for my mistakes.
Renee: Well I'm glad you are here as I did miss you last week but Spike, surely you know that you deserve to be in this match. Just look at your past accomplishments. You are a Hall of Famer. You have done most things in UWF and even at Heatwave, you climbed a ladder to get something so who says you don't deserve to do it again at Summerslam?
Spike: Who says Renee? I say...but also my Money in the Bank opponents. I watched what they all had to say. WARHORSE laid out his plans for WHEN he wins and what he has planned for Drew McIntyre which means he can't see me winning this match. The Shark says I have been ducking him for years...is he wrong? I can't argue with him as I haven't actively gone looking for him so I guess you could say the Dudley Dog has been ducking the Shark and hopefully that's the last we hear about animals. He doesn't see me as a threat either.
Renee: But that is when you are at your best Spike.
Spike: I'm also at my best when I believe in myself but Samoa Joe has taken that from me and Roman Reigns didn't help it either. All I got was a throw away line about being small. His the Big Dog and I'm the Little Runt. He could fit me in his mouth and I'm suppose to believe that I can run up the ladder quicker then him? Edge, well look at what he said Renee. I'm being punished because I can't follow simple guidelines and I can't sell myself to anyone so I had to be here having an interview. Is he wrong? I can't follow simple guidelines and I've been the Ultimate Underdog my whole UWF career. People can't buy this forever so Edge doesn't believe I have what it takes either and Starks, he didn't even mention me by name. L.A Knight just disrespected me again, something I've become use to but what do I do? I just keep trying to go back to him and get his approval. I keep flogging the dead horse trying to get him to say something nice about me. Why do I do it? I have no idea but I need to feel loved. I need to feel wanted and L.A Knight only wants me in that match so he can whoop my ass again. It doesn't look good for me Renee but something I'll try to do is make myself believe. I need to feel like I deserve my place in this match because recently I've been rubbish. I don't deserve this match but by the time it comes around, I'm hoping I'm beaming in confidence and I prove myself wrong but until then Renee, I'd just like to do some soul searching so If you don't mind, Stacy and I will see you later.
Backstage the cameras open up with a boombox playing a tune from the past with some minor wrestling connections.
Suddenly Stokely Hathaway walks in and appears to be jamming and having a good time as the song chorus comes up.
Stokely Hathaway: Heeeyyy! Heeyy Bayley, ooh-ahh! I wanna knoooo-oowwww…
Hathaway stops and pushes a button to cut the music.
Stokely Hathaway: Why you’re such a loser?!…
Some crowd jeers can be heard in the background as it’s clear that Hathaway is only here to rub salt in the wounds of Kyle O’Reilly’s step-sister who came up short last week against his business associate, Drew McIntyre.
Stokely Hathaway: I mean talk about stinking the place out, did you honestly believe you actually stood a chance of beating the UWF Champion last week?? Whatever crack pipe that’s been getting passed ‘round the O’Reilly household, believe me when I tell you that I don’t want none of it! You see what happened last week was a sneak preview of how the match between Kyle and Drew is gonna go down at Summerslam. Hell, that boy just couldn’t resist trying to get himself a little taste of what’s to come, and as the man of the hour showed last week, there are more than enough pieces of punishment pie to go around.
Hathaway stands and rubs his hands together in confident fashion.
Stokely Hathaway: But why should I stand here and spoil the future when I can just gloat about the past instead? I’m actually struggling to find the words that best describe exactly how I felt the moment that Drew put you to sleep and the referee called for the bell. It was the feeling of a dozen birthday celebrations rolled into one, and if it doesn’t win or even get nominated for the greatest UWF moment of 2023 then that just ain’t right.
Stokely Hathaway: Nevertheless, what this signifies is that momentum heading into Summerslam currently sits within Camp McIntyre, and our current business strategy is to do everything in our power to keep it there. So Bayley, allow me to extend a rare courtesy and offer you some free consultation advice at this time, and that’s to keep your unwelcome nose out of our affairs. You see as much as I completely understand you wanting to support a family member in their hour of need, the events of last week proved that your step-brother cannot focus on the bigger picture when he can see that your wellbeing is in jeopardy. Which means that if you choose to make an appearance at Summerslam, you are in turn killing the already slim chance that Kyle had of prevailing that night. Because should you find yourself within touching distance of Drew McIntyre again, there can be no promises that your safety will be guaranteed.
The distant sounds of negativity from the crowd only increase as there is a general feeling of disgust at the nature of these threats, but Hathaway is unfazed and maintains a confident and composed manner.
Stokely Hathaway: So please, do yourself and everyone else a big favor. Take the next few weeks off, stay at home, and let natural order take its course…
As Hathaway signs off with a smirk, the camera feed fades out.
The scene shows Eddie, Rey and Zelina in Escobar are all in the back Whispering something when they are standing side by side until Someone came and interrupt The LWO
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: Alright ESE listen up now what I saw was fantastic when Zelina and Escobar. pulled a victory for team LWO and now all of us will compete at Summer Slam against The Mafia in a eight person tag team for Finn's T.V Championship will be on the line on Summer Slam.
Eddie stares at his best friend Rey when he gave him some advice
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: Rey. Homes what happened this past week ESE I mean did you forget to win your match with The Shark. what's going on with you right now Rey Rey tell me something ESE right now Homes
Eddie gets frustrated about his best Friend Rey of losing his match at Revolution
Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: Eddie. I'm sorry that I let you down this past week on Revolution when I lost to The Shark I didn't know what else I can do and besides I try my best to win against The Shark and since I'm not fighting him no more cause the four of us will be in a eight person tag team at Summer Slam
and I promise I won't fail for LWO when we have this eight person tag team on Summer Slam against The Mafia at UWF.
Zelina and Santos cut in to the mix between Rey and Eddie
Zelina Vega: Eddie. me and Santos was saying that we won't let you down I mean we did win our first tag team debut against Dirty dom and Rhea Ripley and we beaten them at Revolution and now they want revenge then lets give it to them one more chance in a eight person tag team at Summer Slam.
Santos Escobar: actually fellas i totally agree with Zelina. here I mean me and Vega did win against Ripley and Dom on Revolution and so let's make the best of it when Finn Baloe defends his T.V Championship on the line when we face them Mafia's in an eight person tag team on Summer Slam at UWF.
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: Okay fine Will fight The Mafia at Summer Slam but I'm the leader of The LWO and and if I am not here most of the time then Rey Rey will be the Co leader of The LWO only when I am not around so let's get ready for Rey's match tonight when he faces Vinny in a non title match and maybe we can focus on The Mafia at Summer Slam.
Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: Now let's go make myself win this match for The L.W.O.
Zelina and Santos Escobar walks off Rey and Eddie remains backstage
Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: Eddie. give it to me straight how's the baby doing so far Homes
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: She's doing great Rey Rey. and why do you need to know for Rey she's my Daughter and your niece so be happy about it Rey and lets go out there cause your match with Vinny will start very soon now chop chop Rey Well be seeing you shortly at ringside
Rey stops Eddie for one last time
Master of The Six One nine|Rey Mysterio: but wait Eddie. if your Daughter is gonna be my niece at least tell me what's her name gonna be first.
Eddie had to lie and tell his best friend about his baby girl
Latino Heat|Eddie Guerrero: Tell you what Rey. If you win your match tonight then I will tell you what your niece name is gonna be but only you win your match against Vinny. on Revolution
Rey and Eddie shake hands and call it truce
Master of The Six one nine|Rey Mysterio: no Problem and I won't let you or the L.W.O down I promise now let's go out there and help me win this thing for L.W.O
Rey exit out of the back and headed towards the ring next
UWF Revolution has been hitting every single tick in the box so far but the action just keeps coming. The cameras come to life and show L.A Knight walking around backstage, with the little caption in the corner "Knight vs MJF.....NEXT". It seems Knight is making his way to the ring as he looks focused and ready to go....still with a hell of a lot of swagger and confidence though. We see him stop in his tracks however and his face changes to that of uncertainty.
The camera doesn't pan around to see who or what has stopped him in his tracks but we soon figure it out as a female voice can be heard over the audio with a piss taking tinge to the voice as well.
??: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
The camera finally pans around to show the beautiful Duchess of Dudleyville, Stacy Keibler standing right in front of Knight with all the cockiness and confidence that seemed to drain out of Knight. She stands her ground as looks at Knight dead in the eyes. She stands there, waiting for a little while as Knight looks her up and down, thinking long and hard....he takes his time looking over her best assests...her legs before he comes back up to his eyes. He mood suddenly changes back to his original confidence and demeanour. He has a smile wider then a Cheshire cat as he gets closer to Stacy's face. Stacy seems a little grossed out with how close he gets. Knight shakes his head and in the loudest possible way he can, rivalling even WARHORSE in decibels, he screams -
L.A. Knight: NAH NAH!
The smile just gets wider as he continues shaking his head. Stacy's demeanour is the one to change now as she seems offended. Knight just laughs, side steps Stacy and continues on his merry way. Stacy seems shocked, upset and has no idea what just happened as she came in with the heat but Knight quickly put that out. She follows Knight with her eyes down the hallway as he disappears for his match.
Stacy Keibler: Well that was just rude.
Stacy keeps looking in the direction Knight went with a disgusted look on her face, that's not the way she wanted that to go as the camera rolls on elsewhere.
"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!
As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.
Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign.
Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has.
"Better Than You" begins to play and there is a tidal wave of boos from the fans. After a few moments MJF begins to swagger out of the entrance way. Following behind him is Jake Hager. MJF laughs at the fans who are trying to get under his skin as he walks towards the ring.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Jake Hager. Weighing in at 216 pounds from Plainview New York. He says he is better than you and you know it, the former Intercontinetnal Champion, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, M...J...F!!!!
He's clearly not feeling his usual self, looking a bit naked so he tells the ref to go ahead and ring the bell.
VS 
DING DING DING
MJF runs right at Knight looking to take out his frustrations from losing the Intercontinental Championship earlier in the night. Knight ducks the Clothesline and MJF comes off the ropes only to get caught with a Powerslam! MJF rolls away to the outside and tries to walk it off. Knight ain't having that though and follows him out. He grabs MJF from behind and is going to throw him into the steel ring post but MJF reverses and Knight's head bounces off the cold hard steel. MJF points to his head, showing he outsmarted him and throws him back into the ring.
Tom Phillips: Looks like the former Intercontinental Champion still has some good ring awareness.
Corey Graves: Ugh I can't believe we have to say former. That was highway robbery earlier tonight. Orange Cassidy as our champion? Makes me want to barf.
Mauro Ranallo: And you know who Cassidy defeated to get a chance to face MJF for the title? LA Knight.
MJF stalks Knight from behind and pulls him back for the Double Cross but Knight brings a knee up to smash his face in. MJF's nose gets busted open and he turns away to stop some blood but Knight hooks him in from behind the Full Nelson Slam! Friedman gets up holding his back and Knight scoops him over his back and gives him the Gravy Train! He makes the pin!
1 . . .
2 . . .
3 . . .
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, L....A....Knight!
Camera fades in, capturing the sterile room of the insane asylum. Leyton Buzzard is visibly distressed, with a cut on his lip and a bruise on his head. Dr. Williams, concerned yet composed, sits across from him, ready to offer support.
Week Three:
Dr. Williams: "Leyton, you seem more agitated today. What happened?"
Leyton: "It was a fight, Doc. Some of the other inmates... they taunted me about Trevor Lee. I couldn't take it anymore. I lost control."
Dr. Williams leans forward, her expression displaying empathy and understanding.
Dr. Williams: "I'm sorry to hear that, Leyton. It's understandable that the taunting would provoke such a reaction. Let's focus on your well-being. Are you okay?"
Leyton: "Physically, I'll be fine. But mentally... I feel like I'm unraveling. The thoughts about Trevor Lee, they're consuming me. I don't know how to escape."
In a split moment, Leyton's eyes widen as he looks at Dr. Williams, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. He quickly readjusts, but the momentary confusion remains palpable.
Dr. Williams: "Leyton, I'm here to help you. You're safe with me. We're focused on your well-being and finding a way through this."
Leyton: "I... I know, Doc. It's just... everything feels so overwhelming. The lines between reality and delusion blur at times."
Dr. Williams reaches out a hand, but Leyton pulls back, visibly shaken.
Dr. Williams: "Leyton, I understand this is a challenging time for you. Remember, you're not alone in this. Together, we'll navigate the turmoil and find a way forward."
Leyton: "I appreciate your support, Doc. But I can't shake this feeling that Trevor Lee is orchestrating all of this. It's like he's inside my head, controlling my every move."
Dr. Williams maintains her calm demeanor, trying to provide a sense of stability.
Dr. Williams: "Leyton, it's crucial for us to explore these intense thoughts and emotions you're experiencing. While it feels overwhelming, we can work together to uncover the underlying causes and find strategies to cope."
Leyton glances at Dr. Williams again, his eyes searching for something, but quickly averts his gaze, clearly distressed.
Leyton: "I just want it to stop, Doc. I want to regain control over my own mind. How can I escape from this torment?"
Dr. Williams: "Leyton, healing takes time, and it's a gradual process. We'll continue our sessions, delving deeper into your experiences and finding techniques to help you cope with the intrusive thoughts. Remember, you have the strength to overcome this."
The camera zooms in on Leyton's battered appearance, his fragile state evident, while Dr. Williams remains dedicated to guiding him towards stability.
The scene fades out, leaving a sense of heightened turmoil as Leyton grapples with his delusions, a fleeting moment of confusion indicating the depth of his internal struggle, and Dr. Williams committed to helping him navigate through this challenging journey.
The backstage area is bustling with activity as Bronson Reed walks through the corridors, He is in his 10,000 dollar suit and glasses to match. Suddenly, a group of cameras and interviewers swarm around him, eager to capture his thoughts on Jamie Hayter's challenge.
Interviewer 1: "Bronson! Bronson Reed! Can we get a quick word about Jamie Hayter's challenge?"
Bronson Reed stops in his tracks, the cameras focused on him as he takes a deep breath, clearly unfazed by the sudden ambush.
Bronson Reed: "Of course, you want to know about Hayter's challenge? Well, let me make it clear right now. I heard her loud and clear out there, and let me tell you, I'm not one to shy away from a fight. "
He adjusts his suit, his demeanor confident and resolute.
Bronson Reed: "Hayter, you want a rematch? You want to prove yourself against the Aussie Colossus? You've got it. I'm not a hard man to find, and I'm damn sure not afraid to step into that ring with anyone. Next time you won't be so lucky to squeak by with a draw, I will make sure to make an example out of you."
Reed's words are deliberate, his voice carrying a sense of authority.
Interviewer 2: "Some say you might be underestimating Hayter, that you're not taking her seriously."
Bronson Reed raises an eyebrow, his expression showing a hint of amusement.
Bronson Reed: "Underestimating her? Look, I don't underestimate anyone who steps in that ring with me. I know what I'm capable of, and I damn well know what my opponents are capable of too. Hayter, I've heard your claims, and I'll be ready for whatever you bring."
He tightens his grip on his gear bag, his stance unwavering.
Bronson Reed: "So, you want my thoughts on her challenge? You want to know if I'm scared? Well, let me make this crystal clear. I accept. I accept your challenge, Hayter. I'll see you in that ring, and we'll settle this once and for all."
Reed offers a curt nod to the cameras before continuing on his way, leaving the interviewers with a sense of determination in his wake. As the cameras follow him down the hallway, his words linger in the air, signaling that a fierce battle is on the horizon.
In a private lounge we see UWF correspondent Byron Saxton sat down preparing to conduct an interview.
Byron Saxton: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this time, the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre.
As crowd boos can be heard in the background, the camera zooms out and shows an empty chair as McIntyre is yet to take a seat, however those watching don’t have to wait long for him to make an appearance as the commanding Scotsman walks in, takes a look at both Byron and the setup and doesn’t appear best pleased.
Drew McIntyre: What the hell is this?! Who are you supposed to be?
Byron Saxton: Well I’m Byro…
Drew McIntyre: No, I told production staff I was only willing to do this interview if Corey Graves was asking the questions. No one else.
Byron Saxton: But Drew he’s currently out at the des…
Drew McIntyre: I don’t care! I didn’t come here for piss poor excuses. Either Graves sits there and asks the questions, or there is no interview!
Byron Saxton: Hold on, sorry…
Seeing a potentially volatile situation arising, Saxton exits with haste and McIntyre looks around with complete disgust as Revolution hastily cuts to a commercial break.
Back from break and Drew is now sat down although still looking pretty ticked off that his valuable time appears to be getting wasted. A moment later, Corey Graves who has hastily been pulled from the announcers desk in order to conduct this interview at Drew’s request, rushes into frame and takes a seat opposite the UWF champ.
Corey Graves: My apologies Drew, I wasn’t aware that you were looking for me to carry out this interview with you, otherwise I’d have been the first one here.
Drew McIntyre: It would seem that the memo wasn’t passed on which is hardly your fault, but it certainly emphasizes just how much of a shitshow this is and continues to be. I requested this interview with your good self because of the respect I have for you as a former International Champion, but also as I’m aware that the last time we tried to do this it didn’t quite work out the way it was originally intended to. So consider it my way of making amends of sorts, but I think we should look to press on as I have no desire to be sat here all night.
Corey Graves: Of course. I hope you won’t mind but I will ask the questions that were already written up as I haven’t had the chance to prepare any more.
There doesn’t appear to be any verbal objection from McIntyre as he readjusts his championship belt and makes himself comfortable as Graves gets ready to ask the first question.
Corey Graves: Although with that said, and forgive me for the immediate coincidental contradiction, I guess I could ask what exactly has changed in the time that we last spoke? Aside from the glaringly obvious of course…
Graves pauses to make an acknowledgment to the UWF Title.
Corey Graves: Why would you say you are more open to conversing now than you were immediately following Wrestlemania?
Drew McIntyre: What you saw at that time was the volcanic eruption that made up years of frustration from having to see lesser men and women take and hog spotlight that didn’t belong to them whilst I withered away at home. And whilst that volcano is still spewing out fire, ash and all other relevant forms of hell imaginable, the situation is in a more containable position at present, meaning that whilst the initial thoughts of anger and frustration remain, I am able to keep a lid on things more now than I could before, which is why I am more willing to make the time to speak with people, providing I have a certain level of respect for them of course.
The closing words of that sentence are a hint for Graves as McIntyre gives him a calculated smile whilst the Revolution announcer prepares his next question.
Corey Graves: Well I guess with respect in mind, and my thanks to you for kind words this evening, I certainly hope you’ll appreciate that feeling is mutual, but would it be fair to assume that you don’t have any respect for the UWF owner EC3?
McIntyre pauses for six seconds to think carefully about his response.
Drew McIntyre: To give Carter his due, he’s got the impossible job of trying to keep a locker room full of both natural talents and clueless misfits as happy as possible, and more often than not he’s finding himself in the position of trying to put out fires that wouldn’t have started in the first place had he taken a tougher stance in the first place as to who he allowed to sign on the UWF dotted line. So for that reason I have no respect for him, and it boiled over to the point where behind closed doors discussions from a legal perspective were held. Now does EC3 respect me as a competitor? I think the jury is out on that one, but I know for a fact that he doesn’t respect me as his champion, otherwise he wouldn’t be manipulating his little wrestling chess board to have it so that there’s now a number of different ways he can try and get the title off me.
Corey Graves: I take it you are referring to the Summerslam card?
Drew McIntyre: Why else would he book two matches that are effectively gifts? He’s giving himself as big of an insurance policy as possible because he knows that the King of the Ring winner is out of his depth, so to have both a number one contenders match but also a Money in the Bank ladder match is purely so that he can reaffirm a sense of control. Because I know that the way I went about getting my shot still eats him up to this day, and he’d love nothing more than to try and put me back in my place. But for all this shrewd planning of his, the reality is that once I’ve taken out the trash that is Kyle O’Reilly, whoever triumphs between Zayn and Ospreay will only suffer the very same fate, and then I dare whichever one of the not-so magnificent seven that ends up retrieving that briefcase to try their hand at taking me on, because climbing a ladder is one thing, but taking down a destructive force of nature is something entirely different.
Graves appears to agree that the deck has indeed been stacked against McIntyre, but that he is capable of still coming out on top as he moves on to his next question.
Corey Graves: From the dismissive nature of your words it’s clear that you’re not a fan of Kyle O’Reilly, the man who like you said won the King of the Ring tournament this year and will challenge you for your championship at Citi Field, but do you not worry about those kinds of thoughts coming back to haunt you?
Drew McIntyre: As far as in-ring ability goes, Kyle will probably be one of the toughest tests I’ve faced since being back in the Revolution fold, but if that’s now the standard of what counts for toughness in the industry then we really are in a professional wrestling depression. How can I respect a guy who’s supposedly on the same level of me when his biggest achievement in the industry was being a part of the first ever gay wedding on UWF television? If the man was a true pioneer of the sport, he would have found a way to stop me from putting his step-sister to sleep last week, instead of waiting until the damage was already done before trying to act like a protective little pitbull that ultimately failed to do its job and ended up suffering the exact same fate as a consequence. Now I get that we are still a few weeks from Summerslam and my actions from last week will not be the penultimate chapter in this story, but the onus is very much on King Kyle to go out there and show that he won’t be taken out as quickly as the last man to hold this championship was all those weeks ago.
Drew re-props up the title belt on his shoulder which the camera catches as Graves delves deeper into more of The Destroyer’s recent going ons.
Corey Graves: In addition to those actions in your victory over Bayley last week, we also saw for the first time the influence that Stokely Hathaway had in proceedings. How did the two of you end up forging this new working relationship?
Drew McIntyre: Stokely is another example of someone that had a previous spell in the UWF, was subsequently treated like garbage and then cast out like he didn’t matter. When he got wind of what I was trying to accomplish after coming back this year, we started conversing and it became clear pretty early on that there would be mutual benefit to us both working together in order to change the direction of the business for the better. Now make no mistake that everything has been and will continue to be done under my terms, but with an additional creative mind there to help keep things finely tuned, plus some potentially useful resources to hand, the process of trying to stop me has become that bit harder, as O’Reilly and Bayley found out firsthand last week.
It seems that Drew can’t help but feel pleased with himself, which Graves can kind of understand as he looks to get more out of the champ.
Corey Graves: I of course didn’t write these questions, but I’ve got one down here that’s asking whether you plan to try and influence proceedings in Kyle O’Reilly’s match with Bray Wyatt tonight.
McIntyre appears to chuckle under his breath for a moment before responding.
Drew McIntyre: I think I’ve had my fill of Kyle O’Reilly related questions for one night if it’s all the same to you Graves, so unless you’ve got something more pertinent to ask me…
The former International Champ appears to take the hint that McIntyre has had his fill for one night and so prepares to wrap things up in an orderly manner.
Corey Graves: I think that’s everything which needed to be covered. Thank you for your time Drew and enjoy the rest of your night.
The two men proceed to get up from their respective chairs before firmly shaking hands as the camera feed slowly fades away, thus allowing Graves time to return to the broadcast booth and McIntyre to go about the rest of his night as he sees fit.
We head to a pre recorded interview with Alicia Atout and her guest, Will Ospreay.
Alicia Atout: Hello UWF fans. Today I have a special guest, the man who will be trying to stop Sami Zayn at Summerslam, The Assassin Will Ospreay. How's it going Will?
Will Ospreay: Despite what transpired inside Wargames, I think I'm do-
Before Will can even finish his sentence, Sami Zayn comes into frame and delivers a Helluva Kick to the side of the head! If that wasn't enough, he picks up the dazed lad and gives him a Brainbuster on the floor! Sami picks up his microphone and talks straight to the camera.
Sami Zayn: Drew McIntyre, Kyle O'Reilly. You better both be ready because I'm coming for you. This no good young boy never deserved to be with me. He stood under my tree of knowledge for months and learned nothing. At Summerslam, I become the new #1 contender to the UWF Championship and if you think what I do to Young Willy is bad, just you wait and see.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
Oooh its that "Faint" again, brother. When the riff kicks in, the crowd goes bananas. Kyle O'Reilly storms out from gorilla, no goofing around or rocking out tonight as he marches straight down towards the squared circle. Notably, he's alone. Sans Bayley. He's got a bad mood about him, no doubt about it.
Tony Chimel: From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... the Hollywood Champion and 2023 King of the Ring, Kyle O'Reilly!
O'Reilly climbs the stairs, steps through the ropes and takes to pacing the ring, waiting on his opponent to arrive.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
The lights of the arena shut down slowly phase by phase, until all of them are out. As the crowd begins to lift up their cell phone lights, 'Broken out in Love' Plays throughout the arena. On stage Bray Wyatt walks out with lantern in hand, shining it out as he walks to the center of the stage looking around at all the fireflies.
Wyatt raises his lantern up, staring at it mesmerized before taking a deep breath and blowing out the light. As soon as his lantern goes dark, the arena lights turn on. Wyatts expression changes like the lights as he suddenly has a big ear to ear smile as waves at all the people in the audience, he walks down the ramp and puts his hands to his chest lovingly. He slaps hands with the audience in the front row before swinging around in a circle at ringside with his arms extended out. He runs up the steel steps and across the ring apron laughing.
Tony Chimel: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from The Firefly Fun House, Bray...Wyatt!
Bray enters the ring and just as Tony says his name he pumps his fist up and down in the air shouting out like a kid pretending to be a wrestler, he turns around and extends his hand out to Tony Chimel who seems a little taken aback but slowly shakes his hand. Bray covers Chimels hand with his other hand, saying something inaudible, before he shifts over and does the same with the Referee, shaking his hand and crossing his heart with his finger. He takes a step back to center ring, he extends his arms outward with his palms pointed up and his head looking up towards the heavens with a huge smile on his face. Before he turns his hands over downwards, putting his head down his smile going away as the shadow of his hat covers his eyes. He remains like this before taking his hat off and placing it on top of the ring post ready for his match.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Wyatt goes on the offensive first, rolling his arms forward as he delivers a chop to each side of Kyle’s neck. Bray follows up with a body blow to the solar plexus, causing Kyle to hunch over as Bray hooks the leg and lifts his opponent into his arms like he’s cradling a baby before he swings Kyle’s legs around in the air and drops him ribs first onto his knee.
Tom Phillips: That Swinging Gutbuster is no picnic on a regular athlete but you take someone like Kyle that’s still recovering from WarGames and what Drew McIntyre did to him last week and that’s some extra pain.
As O’Reilly is on his side holding his ribs, Bray pushes him onto his back with a foot nudge, then follows up with a Running Body Senton. Kyle sits up, visibly with the wind knocked out of him, as Bray grabs him by the hair with both hands and, in one swift motion, pulls him upward and cradles him again as he connects with another Swinging Gutbuster.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! The former UWF Champion is picking the King of the Ring apart right now!
Kyle finds himself on his side again holding his ribs as Bray stands there clapping his hands in delight. Kyle rolls onto his back now and kips up but as he does, Bray grabs him and plants him hard into the mat with a Uranage. Defiant, Kyle kips up again and as Bray goes to grab him, Kyle smacks his arm away while simultaneously landing a Toe Kick as Wyatt hunches over and O’Reilly lowers himself, hoisting Bray onto his shoulders as he starts into an Airplane Spin.
Corey Graves: You’ve gotta be kidding me! That’s what he’s doing with the seized opening?
After a few revolutions, Kyle swings Bray downward, connecting with a Side Effect ala Matt Hardy.
Tom Phillips: The Velocicopter! What do you say now, Graves?
Corey Graves: I say shut up, Phillips!
As Kyle gets up, he brings Bray to a seated position as he then hits the ropes and follows up with an Orange Slice. With Wyatt down from this, O’Reilly stays on him, bringing out an old crowd favorite, the Sweeney Stomp, as he circles Bray and stomps on him with every step he takes. After one revolution is made, Kyle goes to start around again but Bray, in an impressive showing of flexibility, brings his leg up and kicks Kyle in the forehead, dazing him just enough for Bray to get up and nearly turn him inside out with a Discus Clothesline. O’Reilly lands on his feet and leaps up, connecting with a kick to Bray’s ear as the, “Eater of Worlds” is sent into the upstage ropes. As Bray comes off of them, he throws a punch but O’Reilly ducks it and slips behind him, locking his arms around his opponent’s waist and launching Bray with a Release German Suplex as Wyatt lands awkwardly on the edge of the ring apron before falling to the floor.
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Someone call a chiropractor!
Bray, despite the awkward landing, puts his hands down and starts pushing up with his arms as he regains his footing and returns to a vertical base. Wyatt slides back into the ring and starts to get up but on his way up, O’Reilly drills him with a Buzzsaw Kick as Bray goes down. The way Bray lands, Kyle is able to grab him and apply the submission known as the Aspartamer as the KOTR cinches it in as tightly and painfully as he can. But rather than get the cries of agony he wants to hear, instead Bray is laughing hysterically.
Tom Phillips: Bray’s enjoying this!
Mauro Ranallo: I think that Buzzsaw Kick knocked some screws loose.
Corey Graves: If I’m Kyle O’Reilly, I’m switching up my game plan fast, because this clearly isn’t working.
Kyle frustratingly releases the hold as Bray gets up to his feet, clapping in delight again. Bray then tries to catch Kyle by surprise as he throws a punch by Kyle moves and grabs Bray’s arm in the process as he begins to initiate the Snake Bite with both hands.
Corey Graves: Bray laughs at being put in a submission so Kyle’s answer is an Indian burn?
Tom Phillips: Native American burn, Corey. We can’t say Indian anymore.
Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips!
Bray is laughing through the pain again, frustrating Kyle further as Kyle really starts wrenching on the flesh to apply the burning sensation but it just makes Wyatt laugh more. Suddenly Bray blasts Kyle with a forearm shot using his free arm, then forcefully does an Irish Whip to him as Kyle goes flying towards the ropes. O’Reilly shows great ring presence, however, as he grabs the top rope with both hands and leaps over it to the apron, pivots quickly, then leaps onto the top rope and off of it, connecting with the Springboard Codebreaker known as the Game Shark as Bray finds himself looking up at the lights.
Kyle climbs into the mount now and starts full force hitting Bray about the face and head with open palm strikes. After several connect, O’Reilly climbs out of the mount and returns to his feet as he does a cutthroat gesture, signaling he’s ready to finish this. As he bends down to grab Bray though, suddenly he backs off and starts staggering around dizzily.
Tom Phillips: Uh oh, looks like his blood sugar is getting low!
As Kyle falls to a seated position in the corner, Bray gets to a vertical base and starts walking towards him. Kyle pulls himself up to his feet and puts up his fists, at least wanting to go down with a fight, but he slumps backward as Bray grabs him and pulls him away from the corner to the center of the ring as he sets up for Sister Abigail. Before he can follow through though, suddenly a red balloon goes floating by, capturing the attention of Wyatt. As Bray releases the hold and follows the balloon, behind him Kyle is summoning the Dragonzord. Suddenly the balloon pops in the face of Bray, allowing Kyle to follow through with the Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon as the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Kyle O’Reilly!
Kyle gets his hand raised and he motions for the strap. We cut to the backstage area to show Drew McIntyre watching him. He shakes his head and walks off. In the ring Kyle is still celebrating while behind him Wyatt is on his knees. He's watching O'Reilly and looks like he might strike him from behind but suddenly a hand reaches up and grabs his leg. Wyatt looks back and it's Vinny Marseglia. The former UWF Champion pulls him out of the ring and slides underneath it. Wyatt is pulled underneath the ring and he tries to reach out for something but there's nothing to hold as he disappears from the view. A single red Balloon comes floating out from underneath the ring as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Wyatt vs o'Reilly - Dresden
Marseglia vs Mysterio - Fauche
MJF vs Knight, WARHORSE/Shark vs Starks & Reigns - Danny
