Summerslam 2023

[Danny]

And now live from the Citi Field in Queens, New York UWF presents...



As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the fans from all around the world gathered for Summerslam! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to the biggest party of the summer, Summerslam!

Tom Phillips: We have six huge matches on deck tonight but perhaps none bigger than our main event, Kyle O'Reilly taking on Drew McIntyre for the new UWF Championship!

Corey Graves: As excited as I am to see Kyle O'Reilly's dreams crushed, I can't help but be more excited for the carnage that will be the Money in the Bank.

Tom Phillips: And that won't even be the craziest match on the card as we have ourselves the second ever Last Heart Beating match.

Mauro Ranallo:Not to mention Will Ospreay looks to get some revenge and put a stop to Sami Zayn's UWF Championship hopes and the LWO does battle with the Mafia for the Television Championship!

But first, the Prime Time Medal is on the line but more importantly, pride is on the line as Jamie Hayter and Bronson Reed do battle and it'll be Falls Count Anywhere!




Reed is front and centre in his ring gear ready for his big match, A confident smirk on his face...

Bronson Reed: "Prime Time Medallion, huh? Tonight, at the grand stage of Summerslam, I step into that ring with one singular purpose: to lay claim to that medallion, to secure my path to championship gold."

Reed's voice carries an air of determination, his eyes fixed on the prize.

Bronson Reed: "You see, this medallion isn't just some shiny bauble. It's the key, the key that unlocks my opportunity to challenge for the Intercontinental Championship, currently wrapped around the waist of a man they call Orange Cassidy."

Reed's muscles tense as he speaks, his intensity palpable.

Bronson Reed: "Three wins, three victories, that's all it takes. Three victories, and I earn the right to step into that squared circle with the so-called 'King of Sloth Style.' Three victories, and I get to prove to the world that I'm the one who deserves to carry that prestigious title."

Reed looks back to the camera as he is about to step through...

Bronson Reed: "Tonight, as I step into that ring, I'll be facing Jamie Hayter who want that medallion just as bad as I do. But make no mistake, I won't be denied. I won't be stopped."

Reed's hand clenches into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

Bronson Reed: "So, whether it's Orange Cassidy or anyone else who holds that Intercontinental Championship, know this: I'm coming for you. The Prime Time Medallion is just the beginning, a stepping stone on my path to domination. So Jamie Hayter say your prayers because I am going to bury you under your own hubris, You don't screw with me and get away with it, So tonight I am ending your championship goals and your career: So make way for your king!..."

The camera cuts to a dimly lit area just behind the entrance ramp. The of heavy footsteps reverberates through the arena. Suddenly, from behind the curtains Bronson Reed emerges into view. His eyes are locked forward, a mixture of intensity and satisfaction on his face. As the crowd are taking off guard by the sudden change in theme...

Reed steps onto the entrance ramp, his strides purposeful and confident. His chest heaves with every breath. The lights illuminate his massive frame, showcasing his presence in all its glory

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, the force to be reckoned with, the man on a warpath for championship gold, Bronson Reed!

As the spotlight follows him, Reed scans the sea of faces in the audience, He looks ready for a fight all around the arena. A fight for gold...

He approaches the ring steps, ascending them with a purposeful stride, never taking his eyes off the squared circle...

Corey Graves: Reed's intensity is off the charts tonight. That promo he just delivered was like a thunderclap, and now he's ready to prove every word he said.

Tom Phillips: For once, you're absolutely right. The Prime Time Medallion means everything to him, and he's not here to play games.

Reed steps through the ropes and enters the ring, his music still echoing throughout the arena. He

Mauro Ranallo: Look at the fire in his eyes. This is a man who's ready to make a statement, a man who's determined to seize his opportunity.



Reed stops in the middle of the ring before quickly kneeling and punching the canvas as fireworks around the whole rooftop of the Citi Field arena. Go berserk as the crowd almost jump out of their skin. The theatrics are stopped at the explosion almost as if his fist willed everything to stop. Reed removes his entrance jacket as he awaits the match to begin...




The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Reed watches the ramp eagerly but he doesn't see Hayter comes through the crowd behind him. She slides into the ring and deck him in the back of the head with a Lariat! The ref goes and calls for the bell!




DING DING DING


Reed is on all fours as Hayter stomps down on him. She's yelling all sorts of trash but he powers through the onslaught and manages to get to his feet. She's still clubbing him in the back but he pushes her into the corner. He runs at her for a Body Avalanche but she moves out of the way in time. Reed bounces off the turnbuckles and Hayter grabs him from behind for a German. She can't quite lock her hands around the big body of Reed's and one hip bump breaks her hold. He turns around and gives her a Headbutt that knocks her down. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a big Splash! He makes the pin!



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Hayter kicks out! Reed picks her up and lifts her over his head. He walks over to the side of the ring and just dumps her to the outside! He dusts his hands off like he was taking out the trash as the fans boo him. He exits the ring and picks her up to dish out more punishment. He brings her over to the announce table and slams her head against it. He takes off the protective covering and moves the monitors and anything else.


Mauro Ranallo: Look out gentlemen, I think Reed has some very bad intentions here.

Corey Graves: It's Fall Count Anywhere and I think Reed is going to use that to full effect tonight.

Tom Phillips: I don't think Jamie Hayter is just going to sit by and take it though.


Reed brings Hayter over and throws her onto the table. He gets on as well and picks her up. He throws her onto his shoulder for the Colossus Bomb but Hayter fights back with a few punches to the dome. She manages to get let down and knees Reed in the gut. She grabs his head as he's bent over and delivers knee after knee to his head before pulling him in. she looks around and the crowd cheers for whatever she's about to do. She doesn't keep anyone guessing as she manages to lift him in the air and deliver the Falcon Arrow through the table! The table explodes and Jamie hooks the leg for the pin!



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Reed kicks out! Hayter gets to he feet and grabs at her tailbone. The Colossus however is already getting up to his feet. Jamie looms surprised but climbs up onto the apron. Reed gets up but Jamie jumps at him with a Crossbody! Reed ends up catching her in mid air and runs with her to smash her back into the steel ring post! He walks over with her still in his arms to the barricade and just tosses her into the front row, wiping out a few fans.


Corey Graves: Looks like the front row is getting their money's worth.

Tom Phillips: Don't be gross Graves.

Mauro Ranallo: You can bet Jamie has no problem knocking someone out if they decided to try something.


Reed surprises everyone when he tells them to move out of the way. The rows clear out as he climbs onto the barricade, standing right on it. Jamie is seated on a chair and Reed smiles. He leaps off with a Crossbody on his own but Jamie moves just in time and Reed breaks multiple chairs as he comes tunneling into them!


Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! It's a good thing nobody decided to stay in their seat.


Hayter grabs one of the chairs nearby and has no problems slamming it down on the back of Reed's over and over again. Still, The Colossus just seems to absorb the hits and seems to be getting back up even through the chair shots. Jaime ends up tossing the chair to the side and pulls him in for an Exploder Suplex through more chairs! She pins his shoulders to the mat!



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Reed kicks out! Jamie picks him up and brings him around to the elevated seating area. She slams his head against the concrete and keeps his head there. She takes the back of her forearms and starts grinding it into the back of Bronson's head, rubbing his face in the concrete. She walks away and yells out pumping up the crowd into getting behind her. She turns back to continue the attack but he's not there anymore. She looks to the side but it's too late as Reed barrels through her with a Pounce, sending her flying into some trash cans! He makes the cover!



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Hayter kicks out! Reed picks her up and brings her up the stairs into the elevated seats. He places her head onto one of the iron handle bars and places his knee over the back of her head, choking her out! Te ref yells at him but there's nothing he can do. Reed looks out into the drop off and smiles. He lets go of the pressure and instead picks up Hayter. He lifts her high above his head and walks with her over to the drop off.


Mauro Ranallo: Good God someone needs to stop him before he ends her career!

Corey Graves: There's nothing anyone can do to stop this Aussie Behemoth.

Tom Phillips: I can't watch this!


Reed is going to throw her down onto the concrete but she ends up grabbing at his eyes and rakes them before slipping behind him. She goes into retreat and starts walking up the stairs. Reed follows her as they move up to the sky boxes. Reed comes after with with a Double Axe Handle but she kicks him in the gut. She lifts him up onto her shoulders to prepare for the Ushigiroshi but the battle so far has taken a toll on her and she ends up not being able to keep him up for long. She drops him down and he starts clubbing her back. He scoops her up and delivers the Scoop Slam. He then spins round and round until he jumps on her with the Cyclone Splash! He makes the pin!



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Hayter gets the shoulder up at 2! Reed grabs a fistufl of hair and brings her up to her feet. He tells her this is her fault but she goes low with a kick right to the balls! Reed crumbles to his knees but Hayter picks him up. There's a glass table nearby and she gets him up for the Uranage through the glass! Hayter makes the pin and the ref goes to make the coutn but stalls a bit as he doesn't want to slam his hands into the glass bits around. She yells at him and he makes the pin!



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Reed kicks out! Hayter is livid and isn't shy about letting the ref know it.


Corey Graves: Jamie is absolutely losing it on the ref.

Tom Phillips: Can you blame her? He may have cost her the match.

Mauro Ranallo: No worries as I don't think Hayter will stop until she goes through the entire IKEA catalog!


She she's arguing she doesn't see Reed rise up from behind her like the goddamn terminator. She turns around but gets knocked down with a Body Block! She lands in the glass but that's isn't enough for Reed. He backs away before coming forward with a Senton on her! She rolls away holding her gut, struggling to breath and you can see the glass stuck in her back. Reed isn't done though. He looks out over onto the drop off and yells down for the fans to move out of the way. They clear out once more and he goes back over to Hayter and lifts her over his head. Reed is going to throw her over again, this time onto the seats below but Hayter slips behind him and grabs his arm from behind. She ripcords him and hits the Hayterade! This knocks him over the wall and he falls onto the seats right on his head!


Mauro Ranallo: TIMBURRRRRR!

Corey Graves: How dare you Mauro, he could be seriously injured right now!


Hayter looks down and smiles. She goes around and comes into the seats making sure to pin his shoulders to the floor as the ref makes the count.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW Prime Time Medalist, Jaime Hayter!



Hayter is handed the medal and she raises it above her head looking proud. She's bloody and battered but she's won the war and has the prize to prove it. Reed is checked on by officials as the live feed goes elsewhere.




The Sudden image of a red circle fills the screen



The circle slowly fading as the familiar voice begins to speak.

Life is a Circle. No matter what beast you make of yourself or how bright one side is, inevitably the dark side comes again. The Circle man, it's been ever-present, it's been forever and it will remain that way. I am but a slave to it, a slave to all of you, come to you all a humble servant. Where did my circle begin, well I was raised in Lafayette, Louisiana...My Daddy was the captain of his own shrimp boat. Heheh haha or wait, nah man nah naaah I grew up in a compound. A dirty old cabin in the woods where Sister Abigail raised me and my brothers and sisters. No, No I grew up...Well I Grew up like any one of ya'll did. Just a bright bundle of joy looking for fun and merriment, and all I needed was something to light my way...Heh Heh...Ya know man, I can't really say where my circle began. Nah it's all so...SO Different in my head, it changes all the time, it's like every time I try to reach out and grab that memory it slips away through my fingers. It seems that most everyone needs a backstory, an origin, a reason for being what they are but honestly man why have it be so simple. Why not let it be Multiple Choice, I have a thousand faces and a million names. Seducer, accuser, destroyer. I am the color red in a world full of black and white and no matter where or how it began what I am remains true... But ya know man that right there, that's the beauty of it don't you see? The beauty of the circle is...Round we go.

Smiling Wide.

I've done some horrible things to people, I've had my fun and merriment with countless others, but now man now it ain't about what I want. I confess, I confess right here in front of the world man that along my journey especially tonight...I will do Horrible HORRIBLE things to people. But I will never feel sorry for them, because I am just a servant now. I go where the Circle takes me. And tonight it takes me to you brother, it takes me to a man who believes himself higher than anyone else. When I first heard of the Horror King, I thought he was all about the horrors and terrors of this world. That he'd be about wielding fear as a scepter and chilling the hearts of souls all around him. I wanted you to try and strike fear in me so I could walk right up to that fear and say Mr. Fear sir, you are a Liar. But that isn't what you are, you hold yourself more as a King the more I get to know you. A man who believes himself better than everyone else, who wants a throne above the rest and to be revered. And you look at me and you talk down to me, you spend all your time talking about what you're going to do after this match talking about title opportunities and other opponents overlooking me. I've known people like you my whole life, people have always looked down on me. They think I'm nothing but some white trash peon, nah man I ain't no white trash...I aint no peon I'm better than you All. A teacher of mine, she would go to great lengths to belittle me, to remind me that I am nothing but dirt, because she paid to go to all the fancy schools to learn things a certain way. This made her think she was smarter than me, but look at me now. I am recognized, I am revered, I am everything she never thought I could be, Miss Teacher Lady Look at me now. But you with your sentiment, with your regality. You still look down on me because you hold yourself on such a high pedestal. Sin, Sin is something I'm all too familiar with. I've lived with the urges that plague every man in my head all my life. But the true measure of a man is to admit he has to urges, and to control them. You refer to yourself as a King above everyone else, but you've fallen victim to the faults of men. Lust, Greed, Valor for glory...it has all led you down a pit. And tonight, I'm gonna love watching you burn for it.

A laugh emits from his mouth as he doubles over a bit with a cackle, before he continues.

Tonight you face something you don't understand, something nothing has been able to face, and you truly believe that you can stop it...stop something beyond your comprehension. Isn't that a Hoot? Look at me, and know what I am. What I truly am. I am a boxcar and a box of matches, I am the new face of fear, the Eater of Worlds, I am the ground beneath your feet and I am the Wind in your hair, the engine in a Ferrari, the tanks in war, I am everything, I am the answer, I am.

Remaining silent for a few moments.

Tonight you think you can move on from me, by making it's heart stop beating. But that's where you're wrong, that's where you let me down and prove to me that you never had the clarity I had...that you never understood the Circle. Because no matter what happens, no matter whose heart stops...everyone truly knows that I will live on forever. I've got the whole damn world in my hands, and nobody will ever change that. Tonight You don't Run, you don't have to Follow the Buzzards to find me, you don't have Let Me In. You've spent this entire time we've had together filling your head with lies about what you will be able to accomplish...Tonight I feed your head with the truth, and show you a glimpse unto how deep the rabbit hole goes. Because tonight...We're here... to Revel in who we are.

Lifting up the lantern in his hand, taking in a big breath ready to blow it out but pausing, looking at it for a few seconds.

One second thought, I'll leave it on...The Dark is calling for you. So you should enjoy the light while it last. 

Walking away leaving the lit lantern on the floor.






The UWF Summerslam graphic vanishes from the titantron, giving way to pitch black. The switch-up catches the capacity crowd's attention. Technical error? Nah. The buzz of white noise and big screen flickering to life suggest so at first, but then the familiar voice of Kyle O'Reilly cuts through the mix, stirring that mob into a frenzy.

First thing they told me was that you'll never make out of the indies. You're too little and your style's all wrong.



A decade-old highlight recalls O'Reilly's first run in the company. The yellow ropes of the long-lost iMpact brand surround reDRagon as the tandem showcases their high impact offense on the likes of Kendrick and London, the Mexicools and Los Guerreos.

Then they said you'll never get another shot. You were lucky just to get signed once. A guy like you can't hang on a show like Revolution.



O'Reilly re-debut alongside Larry Sweeney is showcased - his role in Mr. 12 Large's belt collecting singled out alongside nostalgic glimpses of the nWo and his burgeoning romance with El Desperado.

"The Strong Dragons won't win the tag titles."



There's another big pop for the call-back of Kyle and Mark picking up the tag straps at No Mercy.

"Nobody can survive a five month losing streak".



The Diabetic Dragon strikes tandem gold for a second time, now alongside Larry Sweeney. Their highs and lows - the backstage shenanigans with Asuka and brutal feud with the Dynamic Duo are all revisited.

"You're just a tag guy. You can't cut it on your own."



The best of the best since he came back a year ago plays on the big screen now. Besting Hall of Famer Cody Rhodes in his first solo pay-per-view outing. Taking both the Prime Time Medal and Hollywood Championship off of Batista in a grueling Anarchy Rulez Match. Beating Trevor Lee on the road to Wrestlemania and Will Ospreay at Backlash and Edge to win King of the Ring. The blood and carnage that was War Games alongside Bayley and his pals Edge and Christian.

My whole entire career somebody has been promising me that I can't do what I'm about to do an then I do it. And they're so sure that next time they're gonna be right but I just keep on proving 'em wrong.

So what's the next thing there's no way I could possibly do?



A wicked cool slow motion shot of Drew McIntyre winning the belt at Final Battle. Dang did he look good doing that or what? Kyle's voice continues to narrate at this trip down memory lane zeroes in on the events of recent weeks - the back and forth between the UWF Champion and the Number One Contender.

Drew McIntyre is a killer. He's the unstoppable force and the immovable object and he's coming off the most one-sided world title match in Revolution history. Six inches taller. Sixty-five pounds heavier. Bigger. Stronger. Meaner. Nastier. Harrier. It would be unthinkable for a guy like Kyle O'Reilly to win against a guy like that, right?

Back to the O'Reilly highlight reel - specifically, clips of him dropping freaks and behemoths on their heads like its nothing. Them Dudley Boyz. Jeff Cobb. Dave Batista. The list goes on. Kyle's massive repertoire of maneuvers is showcased after that - from the stiff-as-stiff-gets strikes blisters off of torsos and legs to the ruthless submissions to his classics like the Harpoon Torpedo and the Orange Slice.

Dude I know what you think about me. I know what everyone thinks about how this is gonna go down. But there's only one way to explain how a guy like me got here and that's by accepting that just like a Transformer, I am more than meets the mother effing eye.

I am not a sidekick. I am not a punchline. I'm the King of the Ring. I'm the Number One Contender. And by the end of the night, I'll be the UWF Champion.

The music accompanying the video package swells to a breaking point while the clips fire off faster and faster until it all stops at one solitary shot .



Proving the whole world wrong is a big job. I figured out a long time ago that the only way to do it is one body at a time.

The last image of The Diabetic Dragon looking out around the arena before getting to work doing what he does best. The crowd is still cheering at Summerslam continues elsewhere.




Mauro Ranello: We are now coming up with one of our next featured matches. Will Ospreay taking on Sami Zayn.

Tom Phillips: Big stakes because if Sami Zayn wins he has a date with the UWF Champion!





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



Tony Chimel: From Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!

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



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



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

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



Ospreay is staring a hole into Zayn and bam from behind it is El Generico and La Luchadora beating down the Assassin Will Ospreay.

Corey Graves: Well the Assassin should have watched his back there.

Tom Phillips: It seems like Sami Zayn is still outsmarting his former young lion Will Ospreay.

The two are just beating down Ospreay and Sami Zayn is in the ring rooting them on waving the Forever Championship in his hand. El Generico goes to whip Ospreay into the barricades on the outside but Ospreay reverses the momentum and throws Generico into the barricade. Ospreay than runs up the steps and jumps off of them and catches La Luchadora with the Oscutter!

Mauro Ranelo: Look at the Aerial Assassin go fending off the attack from Sami Zayn and his goons.

Ospreay than uses his momentum and nails a clothesline sending Generico over the ropes. Ospreay lets out a big breath and lets out a loud scream in which the New York fans get excited with. Ospreay rolls in and as he gets up Sami Zayn wastes no time and clobbers him in the head with the Forever Championship and Ospreay looks out of it.

Corey Graves: That’s going to hurt tomorrow Bruv.

Tom Phillips: Will Ospreay doesn’t look great the medical team has to pay attention to him.

Doctors check on Ospreay who is drooling and breathing heavy after the shot to the head. Sami Zayn is telling the referee to wave it off. The referee is checking with the doctors and they are giving the thumbs up that Ospreay is good to go. Ospreay is getting up and the referee is asking “You sure?” Ospreay let’s out a proud roar.

Mauro Ranello: Will Ospreay isn’t going down that easy.

Sami is annoyed and he looks to use the forever championship again before the bell is even rung but the referee takes it away from him. Sami is upset and the referee hands it to the official on the outside. Sami is looking to nag at the official he isn’t paying attention as Ospreay is now recovered and he springboards off the ropes and bam! Oscutter!

Ding Ding Ding…

Match is now official according to the referee Ospreay is still clutching his head but he lowers the elbow pad.

Tom Phillips: Ospreay may be dazed and that’s why he is looking to end this now with the hidden blade!

Sami is getting up and as he gets to a knee Ospreay is about to charge for the Hidden blade but all of a sudden his leg gets pulled and its from that darn El Generico. Ospreay’s momentum is stopped from it and he turns around and bam Helluva kick right to the head of Ospreay. Ospreay is still standing and Sami props him up again and runs back and boom another Helluva kick. Ospreay is feeling the effects of the Forever Championship shot to the head still looking loopy but Sami decides to out Ospreay up on the turnbuckle. Sami climbs up with Ospreay and he shows off the hidden strength lifting Ospreay high in the sky. Sami Zayn goes and nails the BrainBustah right on the top turnbuckle. Ospreay is stiff as a board laying down. Sami drags him into the center.

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Here is your winner and new umber one contender Sami Zayn!

Mauro Ranello: MAMA MIA! What a sickening move by Sami Zayn!

Corey Graves: Whoever is the UWF champion I don’t think you need to be worried about Mr. Money in the Bank I think you need to be worried about Sami Zayn.

Zayn gets the forever belt handed to him and he takes it as he raises it up high. UWF Summerslam moves onto it’s next match.




UWF SummerSlam continues to roll on as the cameras cut to the backstage area where a limousine is seen arriving into the parking lot. The camera follows the limo until it comes to a stop, the doors of the limousine open up as 3/4 members of the Mafia make their way out of the limo. First Damian Priest, who is then followed by Rhea Ripley, and then finally the leader of The Mafia Finn Balor gets out of the limo holding his Television Championship. The trio begin to walk through the backstage area as they head to their locker room as they walk Renee Young is seen with a microphone as she wants an interview.

Renee Young
Finn, I know you’re in a rush as your match is first on the card, but can I get a word from you and the Mafia real quick.

Finn Balor stops and smiles before taking in a big breath to answer Renee Young.

Finn Balor
NO!

Finn Balor laughs as he and the members of The Mafia continue to walk..

Renee Young
I’m sure you would have a lot to say about how Dominik Mysterio walked out on the Mafia.

Finn Balor and the Mafia continue to walk off as Renee Young follows.

Finn Balor
I dont care about that little maggot.

Finn Balor shakes his head as Renee Young continues to be persistent and continue to follow The Mafia and ask questions.

Renee Young
Well you did say that you wanted another championship a few weeks ago, what if those very words come back to haunt you and you lose your television championship. I mean you don't even have to get pinned or be in the ring to lose your championship. What if you're put in a place where you have to watch Dominik Mysterio walk away with the Television Championship?

Finn Balor has grown furious as he is bombarded with questions from Renee Young.

Finn Balor
You know what, you want a stupid little interview, I'll give you one! The odds have been stacked against me ever since I came into this company, and time and time again I’ve proved everybody wrong. I’m the most dominant Television Champion this place has ever seen Renee. I’ve held this championship not just once but twice and now the rules are fixed to where I could lose my championship to anybody, even the people who stand beside me. But that's not gonna happen Renee at the end of the night I will still be walking out of SummerSlam as the Television Champion. Regardless of whatever strings Dominik Mysterio pulls or whatever plans the L.W.O pulls out I will leave here as the Television Champion, and I don't care who doesn't like it. I don't care if EC3 throws himself into the match, the outcome will still be the same, I don't care if Dom Mysterio goes and joins the L.W.O the results will still be the same Renee. That's me holding my Television Championship high.

The tension rises as Dominik Mysterio comes face to face with The Mafia, leaving Renee Young to distance herself as she doesnt want to be there if a brawl breaks out.

Dom Mysterio
I could understand the L.W.O, but come on Finn you're still underestimating me? You don't think that I have what it takes to become the Television Champion or do I just have to prove you wrong? Besides I really don't think you should be trying to talk down on me Finn, because whether you like it or not I'm still one of your partners, and I have just as much of a chance to walk out of SummerSlam as the Television Champion as you have to retain it.

The looks on the face of The Mafia quickly turn to smirks as the words coming from Mafia Dom begins to worry the L.W.O

Finn Balor
Is that so, what makes you think that you're gonna even get tagged into this match Dom, you’re only in this match because EC3 didn't have anything else for you to do. So he decided why dont we add him in the Television Championship match with the rest of the latino dorks. I dont need your help Dom and I definitely won't be asking for it either so you might as well get ready to sit on the sidelines all night buddy.

Dom chuckles before replying to Finn Balor.

Dom Mysterio
We’ll see about that, I’ll let my actions do the talking for me… See you all in the ring.

Dom bumps through The Mafia as he walks off and The Mafia walks in the opposite direction before the screen fades to black to cut to the next segment.






We cut to Roman Reigns as he is warming up for his match. Roman Reigns is doing what most superstars do push ups to look bigger making sure his hair looks presentable for the crowd. Roman notices the camera is there during his warm ups and he speaks.

Roman Reigns: You know it’s funny. Many people didn’t think I would be here right now. I’m not talking SummerSlam. I’m talking about in this match for the Money in the Bank briefcase. You know I was told when coming back you needed to be different than before. No more fooling around. No more wasting time. It’s your time to prove to everyone why you’re one of the best to ever lace up a pair of boots. And now here I am just dealing with 7 other fools and a chance to become Mr. Money in the Bank.

Roman Reigns flashes his smile to the camera and he speaks again

Roman Reigns: Money in the Bank anytime anywhere… I like that a lot. I can decide when to cash it in. I could do it tonight against Drew McIntyre or Kyle O’Reilly. You know I say it to the Wiseman all the time but I will let you know as well I respect both those men. Drew McIntyre a man who doesn’t take no for an answer. Kyle O’Reilly a man who has a been a constant presence here in the UWF a guy who has broken every barrier you can think of. I respect that out of both me. I think both men are some of the best to do it and I want that briefcase so bad just so they can realize that no matter what they do. They will never be Roman Reigns.

Roman’s face gets serious and he speaks.

Roman Reigns: See the contract that is hanging above the ring tonight it’s one that has my name written all over it. It’s one that I truly believe it will be mine someway or somehow Roman Reigns is going to become the UWF champion and it all depends when you get on my level. That’s right. MY level you see everyone else they want to stay on there level. The level of mere mortals. I on the other hand is in my own stratosphere. I am in GOD Mode. I am wining and dining with the likes of Zeus, I am hearing tales from Odin, and I am bating in the Sun with Ra. I am in the same breath of those individuals. So when everyone else talks about I am looking down on them they’re right. It’s not because of there talent why I am looking down on them. I am looking down on them because compared to me they are just levels below me. Just like all my opponents will be levels below me when I climb that ladder tonight.

Roman lets out a big breath and the Wiseman enters the frame. Heyman has the Ula Fala in his hands and Roman Reigns grabs it and he puts it over his head.

Roman Reigns: The Ula Fala is given by the ancestors. They decide who leads the Anoa’i family. My cousins the Usos they’re in the hall of fame. You would think they would be the ones but no… They decided on me… They decided on Roman Reigns. They know who is the one who will once again elevate the family name and that is me. I am the one who will restore order in the family. I am the one who will also restore wealth to the family. See everyone else in this match they think GOD mode is some egotistical way to hype myself up to perform better. No.. GOD Mode is because for my family… I am just that a GOD. I am the one they pray to. I am the one they respect. I don’t think I am better… They told me I am better they made me better and for that I have to be better.

Solo Sikoa enters the fray and Roman Reigns speaks.

Roman Reigns: Being alone won’t help. You can’t restore a legacy or kingdom by yourself. You need to have everyone with you. I have Solo and the Wiseman. I have them to help me with anything I need. Everyone else in the Money in the Bank they’re fighting for there own benefit. I am fighting for a whole family. I am fighting for a chance at a better living. I am not going to make a living no offense being the TV Champion. You get a better living by doing one thing… Becoming the UWF champion and tonight starts that journey for Roman Reigns. Everyone else watching just remember life isn’t fair. Not everyone wins. The only one who does is who?

Paul Heyman: Roman Reigns.

Solo Sikoa: My Tribal Chief Roman Reigns.

Roman Reigns: Acknowledge Me!

The camera fades away as SummerSlam moves on.




Mauro Ranallo: Up next, we have our Television Championship Match. The Mafia, which consists of Television Champion Finn Balor, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley and Dominick Mysterio will take on the LwO, which is Rey Mysterio, Eddie Guerrero, Zelina Vega and Santos Escobar.

Corey Graves: There has been some in-fighting within the Mafia as of late. Dominick Mysterio has gotten a little too big for his britches. And if he’s not careful, the rest of The Mafia will make sure he falls in line.

Mauro Ranallo: Dominick might have a chance to prove himself tonight because this Championship Match has a unique stipulation. Whoever gets the winning fall will leave Summerslam as the UWF Television Champion. Let’s head to the ring!

Viva La Raza!!



The theme music of the Latino World Order begins to play and the fans get to their feet in anticipation. The group doesn't take long to make their way out from the back and receive a very popular reception from the Summerslam audience.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWF Television Championship. The person that scores the winning fall will leave as the UWF Television Champion. Introducing first, the challengers, Zelina Vega, Santos Escobar, Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio. They are known as the Latino World Order!

The LwO make their way down the ramp and enter the ring while they await their opponents for the evening. 

Tony Chimel: And their opponents...



"Catch Your Breath" begins radiating out through the arena. The boos are deafening. Soon enough, the reason for said boos make their presence felt. Out walk all four members of the Mafia. 

Tony Chimel: Rhea Ripley, Dominick Mysterio, Damian Priest and the UWF Television Champion, Finn Balor. They are The Mafia!

The Mafia continue to make their way down the ramp and to the ring, with Balor leading the charge. It doesn't take long for them to enter and have a staredown with the Latino World Order.





Ding
Ding
Ding

Our eight person Television Championship Match is underway. Eddie Guerrero and Damian Priest will start for their respective teams. They meet in the center of the ring and lock up. Priest uses his advantage in the strength department to force Guerrero backwards onto the ropes before grabbing him the neck and tossing him to the other side of the ring. Guerrero’s body flies in the air until it bouncs off the canvas and he rolls towards The Mafia’s corner. Priest goes on the attck and grabs Guerrero by the neck and stands him up in the corner. With Latino Heat standing, Priest hits him with a right hand.

Mauro Ranallo: What a vicious shot by the Archer of Infamy!

After the right hand, Priest follows it up with a back elbow that stuns Guerrero. Priest then makes a tag to Balor. As Balor enters the ring, Priest holds Guerrero up by the neck and Balor delivers multiple stiff kicks to the stomach. The referee begins counting, signaling to Priest that he needs to leave the ring…

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Priest leaves at the last second; avoiding the disqualification.

With Guerrero barely standing, Balor backs up to the center of the ring before charging back in and delivering a running dropkick directly to Guerrero’s face. The shot forces Guerrero to stumble out the corner and fall face first onto the canvas. With that, Balor rushes over and makes the first cover of this Championship matchup.

1…
2…

Guerrero kicks out!

As soon as he kicks out, Balor quickly applies a chinlock.

Corey Graves: Smart strategy by The Mafia. Keep all members of the LwO grounded. Because if they pick up the pace, The Mafia may be in for a long night.

You can see the intensity on Balor’s eyes as he has the chinlock applied. In the LwO corner, Guerrero’s partners can be heard yelling words of encouragement to try and motivate him. Guerrero must be able to hear them, because he begins rising to a vertical base. Balor hangs for dear life, but Eddie manages to stand. Guerrero delivers an elbow to Balor’s midsection. One, then another, then another, then another until Balor releases his grip. Finally free, Guerrero runs the near ropes, but as he comes back, Balor catches him off guard with a Slingblade. That takes Guerrero to the mat and Balor goes for another cover…

1…

2….

Guerrero kicks out again!

As soon as Guerrero kicks out, Balor grabs him by the leg and drags him back to The Mafia corner. Balor tags Priest back in.

Tom Phillips: Great teamwork by The Mafia. Frequent tags in and out.

Corey Graves: I can’t help but notice there seems to be no intention of getting Dominick involved though.

As Priest enters, he quickly mounts Guerrero and starts raining blows down on Latino Heat. Consistent right hands directly to Guerrero’s face. After about a dozen shots, Priest gets off Guerrero and gets to his feet. Priest raises his right arm to the sky, calling his shot.

Corey Graves: I think we’re about to take a trip!

Guerrero staggers to his feet and as he does, Priest turns him around and grabs him by the throat. It looks like we’re about to go Sout of Heaven. But before Priest can connect, Guerrero kicks him in the gut and plants him with a quick DDT!

Mauro Ranallo: Desperation counter by Eddie Guerrero!

Both men are down. The LwO begin beating on the turnbuckle pad, trying to motivate Eddie to make the tag. The entire arena begins to clap along with them. Eddie begins to stir; dragging himself towards his corner. Priest begins to come to as well. He heads towards his corner. The Mafia want him to make the tag first so they can keep all the momentum. Both men crawl and both men dive and make the tag at the same time. Eddie tags in Zelina Vega and Priest tags in Rhea Ripley…

Corey Graves: Here we go! The Eradicator of The Mafia is about to make her presence known!

Rhea and Zelina enter the ring at the same time and Ripley goes on the attack. She goes for a clothesline but Zelina ducks. She runs off the far ropes and comes back at Rhea, connecting with a picture perfect Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors. This stuns Rhea, but she manages to get back to her feet quickly. As she does, Zelina catches her with a quick dropkick, which knocks Rhea onto her back. Zelina quickly goes for a cover…

1…

2…

Rhea kicks out!

Zelina looks to go back on the attack. With Rhea on one knee after kicking out, Zelina charges in and connects with a shining wizard. Zelina goes for another cover…

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Ripley kicks out again!

Mauro Ranallo: The Queen of The LwO is coming out aggressive and is looking impressive!

Corey Graves: Nobody pays you to rap Mauro.

After Ripley kicks out, Zelina heads to the near corner and pushes herself up to the second rope. As Ripley staggers back to her feet, Zelina leaps and drives both of her knees directly into the Eridcator’s chest.

Tom Phillips: Meteora!

Zelina stays on the attack and one more time goes for a cover…

1…

2…

Corey Graves: Vega’s going to do it!

Ripley kicks out again!

This isn’t going the way The Mafia or Rhea thought it was going to go. Ripley finds herself on the defensive and begins crawling to the corner; trying to get as far away from the upstart Vega. As Rhea pulls herself to her feet using the ropes for support, Vega charges in. But as she does, Ripley is able to catch her with a boot to the face. This staggers Vega and Rhea charges out the corner, connecting with a vicious Spear that takes the Puerto Rican dynao almost out her boots!

Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! What a Spear!

Both women are down. The referee begins his count…

1…

2…

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Both women roll over and begin crawling to their respective corners.

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7…

Both women make the tag! Rey Mysterio and Finn Balor are now legal. Balor enters the ring and charges. But he doesn’t notice that Rey has left from the apron and springboards into the ring, taking Balor down with a seated senton. Balor quickly gets back to his feet as Rey runs the ropes and hits him with a quick dropkick to the stomach that sends Balor underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Rhea and Priest go to the floor to go check on Finn. And as they do, Santos Escobar and Zelina Vega run across the outside of the ring and a brawl breaks out…

Corey Graves: Here we go! It was only a matter of time!

Priest and Escobar are exchanging fists while Ripley throws Vega into the steel steps. Balor is back into the fray now. He helps Priest take care of Escobar as the two begin double teaming him.

Tom Phillips: This is chaos!

Rhea and Zelina are fighting off to the side. As Escobar is getting attacked, Eddie Guerrero has finally gotten his wits together and goes and helps his LwO brother.

Mauro Ranallo: The one thing I’ve noticed is that Dominick Mysterio has not gotten involved in any action so far. He hasn’t been in the match legally and he hasn’t taken a aprt of this brawl.

Corey Graves: I think Dominick’s only concern is the Television Championship. Whatever happens to The Mafia is of no concern to him.

As the commentary team goes back and forth, the crowd comes alive. And that is because while both sides are fighting outside the ring, The Master of the 619 runs the far ropes and as he comes back, he dives over, taking everyone out with a flipping senton!

Rey pops back to his feet as the entire arena chants his name. He is th eonly man standing. In the sea of bodies, Rey finds the legal man, Finn Balor and throws him back into the ring. With Balor flat on his back, Rey uses the ropes to springboard once again and lands on top of Balor with a Splash. Rey then hooks the far leg and looks to claim the Television Championship…

1…

2…

Mauro Ranallo: New Champion!

Balor kicks out at the last minute!

Balor is hurt. That’s obvious. And with Priest and Rhea down, he doesn’t have anyone he can trust. Balor doesn’t realize that until he rolls over and looks towards his corner. The only person he sees…is Dominick Mysterio!

Corey Graves: What’s Balor going to do? Stay in and risk losing the Television Championship? Or tag in Dom?

Balor and Dominick make eye contact before Balor decides to keep fighting for himself. Rey has no problem with that and as Balor tires to sit up, Rey kicks him square in the chest. Rey then follows it up with a basemnt dropkick that leaves Balor on his back yet again. Rey grabs Balor by the leg and drags him to the LwO corner, similar to what the Mafia did to Eddie Guerrero earlier. As he does this, Santos Escobar finally gets back on the apron and Rey makes the tag.

Mauro Ranallo: And it’s official now. Everyone except Dominick Mysterio has been a legal participant in this match.

Escobar comes in and immediately heads to the second rope before dropping a picture perfect elbow right into Balor’s heart. He tags Rey back in real quick and they perform a double team move with Santos hitting a senton across Balor’s chest from the ouside in while from the other near corner, Rey drops a leg across Balor’s throat.

Tom Phillips: What innovative teamwork by the LwO!

Corey Graves: This isn’t fair, it’s essentially a handicap match!

Rey tags Santos back in and Santos grabs Balor, throwing him into the corner before pushing him up to the top rope. Escobar doesn’t waste any time going right after him. Escobar climbs to the top as the people in the arena get to their feet…

Corey Graves: I don’t like what Escobar may have planned!

With the crowd at their crescendo, Escobar leaves his feet and snaps off a beautiful top rope hurricanrana that sends Balor crashing to the canvas below. Escobar lands hard too, but Balor took the brunt of the fall. Santos is able to crawl over and make the cover…

1….

2…

Priest breaks it up at the last second!

Mauro Ranallo: If it wasn’t for Damian Priest, I think we have a new Television Champion!

The referee orders Priest to leave the ring, but before he does, Priest drops Escobar with a right hand. Priest rolls out the ring, but what nobody has noticed, is that Finn Balor has rolled over to his team’s corner. Balor is damn near out. Dominick just stares at him before reaching over the rope and tagging Balor on the chest…

Tom Phillips: Dominick is legal!

Dominick Mysterio is in the match for the first time; much to the dismay of Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley. Dominick goes right after Escobar, who is just getting to a knee after getting sucker punched. Dominick grabs Escobar and immediately hits a vertical suplex…

Corey Graves: Oh, I think I know what comes next!

Dominick pops his hips and rolls through, before litting Escobar up and hitting a second suplex. And one more time for good measure, Dominick rolls through once more, hitting a third and completing the Three Amigos. Dominick is fired up! He turns and rushes the LwO’s corner, first knocking Eddie off the apron with a forearm. Then he returns the favor to Rey…

Tom Phillips: Come on! That’s your father!

Dominick stands tall as he just took out the LwO on his own. He celebrates a little too long though, because out of nowhere, Escobar tries to roll him up from behind…

Corey Graves: Look at this!

Dom was ready for it and he rolls through. Both men get to their feet and Escobar charges. Dom is ready again; this time with a drop toe hold that leaves Escobar head first on the second rope…

Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! You don’t think?

With Escobar in position, Dom runs the far ropes and come back, swinging through and nailing Escobar in the face with the 619. Escobar is out in The Mafia’s corner. Dom wastes no time. He heads to the top, looking to put this away. He does a little shoulder shimmy, before leaping off the top and landing on Escobar with a vicious Frog Splash!

Tom Phillips: Dom hit the Splash!

Dom hooks the near leg…but the referee won’t count.

Mauro Ranallo: What’s going on?

Dom just stares at the ref, who tells him he needs to get out the ring. Dom gets to his feet and gets in the ref’s face. He’s screaming “I have him beat; just count.” The referee keep telling Dom that he needs to leave. As this is transpiring, Rey re-enters the ring and dropkicks his son in the back, sending him to the floor. As Dom lands on the outside, Rey leaps over the top with a plancha and takes Dom out.

Corey Graves: What is happening?

As all of this is happening, back inside the ring, Finn Balor leaps off the top rope and drives both of his feet into Escobar’s chest.

Mauro Ranallo: Coup De Grace!

Balor quickly covers Escobar and this time the referee does make the count…

1…

Tom Phillips: Wait!

2…

3…

DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: Here are the winners of the match, The Mafia! And STILL your UWF Television Champion, Finn Balor!



Corey Graves: What the hell just happened?!

Dominick Mysterio is sitting on the arenafloor asking himself the same question. He should be Television CHampion right now. Back inside the ring, the audio/visual team begins to play the replay. Maybe we can get some context from all this. The replay shows Dom running wild; hitting the 619. And it cuts to just as he’s about to leap off the top for the Frog Splash. It picks up the one thing that only the referee saw. Right before Dom jumped, Balor tags himself in on Dom’s thigh. When Dom hit the Frog Splash, he was not the legal man. Finn Balor was.

Tom Phillips: Dom had the Television Championship won!

Corey Graves: Crafty move by the leader of The Mafia!

By the time the replay has ended, Balor is halfway up the ramp with his title. Dom can only look on in disbelief as Summerslam moves on.




Backstage we see the UWF Champion Drew McIntyre, sat alone in a room with his thoughts as he prepares for his title defense against the King of the Ring winner, Kyle O’Reilly. After a few seconds of silent reflection, The Scotsman turns his head to face the camera directly.

Drew McIntyre: Well I guess I should open with a thank you. Thank you to Bayley for stooping to some pretty dark levels to ensure that funny business will be at a minimum tonight. Not that I’m the one that needs the outside influence to help get the job done of course, but at least I have peace of mind knowing that I don’t have to be concerned with anything other than taking the wind out of your step-brothers sails tonight. After how things went down last week I imagine he’s feeling pretty chuffed with himself at present and will understandably fancy his chances of upsetting the apple cart this evening, but if there’s one thing I can guarantee you that he’s not taken into account, it’s just how much of a pissed off party pooper this world champion is.

McIntyre takes his eyes off the camera to reflect for a moment before resuming.



Drew McIntyre: You see unlike the pretender King, I’m not here for the odd dust up and a barrel of laughs. Rather I’m here to assert my dominance and prove that I am in indeed now the master of the industry that tried to break me countless times in the past. And I do that by walking out of that ring tonight the same way that I walked in to it, with this title in my possession. I didn’t go about winning this title in dominant fashion just to lose it at the first time of defending, which is something that my opponent has given little consideration to because he can only see the fantasy outcome which results in him doing the unthinkable tonight, but it’s exactly that, a fantasy, because the real outcome is going to be me bringing an unhappy end to his year long road to redemption.

The UWF Champion rises up from his seat and props the title over his shoulder.

Drew McIntyre: You can say or write whatever you want about me, it doesn’t change the fact that this is still my hour. And regardless of whether you wear a crown, carry a briefcase or lay any sort of claim to being next in line, you’re all just playing little boy games whilst the real man reigns supreme!

A look of sheer cold hearted determination from the Scotsman is the final sight that the viewers see as the live camera transitions elsewhere for Summerslam to roll on.




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



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Bayley!

The "Good Guy" strolls into the shot. She's still looking a little pale, with sunken eyes the slightest lingering shake in her hands courtesy of her shenanigans on the Ding Dong, Hello Show. Renee clocks the feverish vibe and leads with the obvious.

Young: Bayley, thanks for joining me. You're looking... uh... better?

Kyle O'Reilly's step-sister cracks a smile - maybe cracks isn't the right word. Forces? Is that it? Whatever the case, it looks a little painful, but there's still something of an undeniable spark behind it all.

Bayley: Well I'd be lying if I said I was at a hundred percent, but if a couple of stomach pumps, a battery of medical examinations from specialists, more than few showdowns with a dag nasty Sleep Demon and some casual bloodletting this morning is the price that had to be paid for Team O'Reilly to have the edge heading into the Biggest Party of the Summer, then I'm happy to do my part to pay it, Renee.

Young: So poisoning yourself and Stokely Hathaway - worth it?

She rolls her eyes like the answer is so obvious.

Bayley: Pfft. Yeah. Of course. I'd do it all over again and a heartbeat. Did you read the dirtsheets this week? There were reports that Hathaway got lost and wandered around the city for three days! Meltzer says they found him stuck up in a tree like a cat. Tell me - how's a guy like that supposed to "benefact" the Champ, much less ["advise" him, huh?

Whatever factor that human cabbage roll was going to play into tonight's big match, consider it friggin mitigated, baby. Did I have to take one on the chin? Sure. Did I lose ten pounds that was mostly stomach lining, calcium and plasma? Inarguably. Did I stack the deck in Kyle's favour? You bet your ass I did.

Renee doesn't look quite so sure about any of that as Bayley, but keeps this thing rolling.

Young: Your step-brother Kyle has been on quite the hot streak lately, but Drew McIntyre is coming off of the most lopsided world title victory in the history of Revolution. How do you gameplan for an opponent as dominant as that?

Bayley chuckles at the audacity of the question, which gives way to a harsh cough. She turns her head and buries her mouth in her elbow like a civilized person to finish said spurt of coughing, but when she pulls away, there's some residual blood that obviously came from somewhere near the back of her throat. The "Good Guy" no-sells it like its not even the first time that its happened today and responds.

Bayley: Not to get into the nitty gritty details, cause as they say in the movies, "that's classified", but look... Kyle brought this up on the road to this show. Its not like we've never seen the "David and Goliath" thing play out for the underdog a thousand times before. Every time there's some new meathead on the block, everybody forgets about Dre and starts yammerin' and blammerin' about how unstoppable they are and yadda yadda yadda...

And then they lose! Renee? Are you hearing me? They always lose! The chumps that rely on getting by by being the big bad bullies always flop, and it usually doesn't take to long. Top five longest reigning world champs in company history - can ya name 'em?

Young: Uhhh... I mean... The Great Khali's gotta be in there, right?



Bayley: Wrong! And who was bigger than him? Nope, its Steen, Wyatt, Larry, Punk and my personal favourite, Rey Mysterio. Were any of them "body" guys? Nope. I don't think any of them even cracked six-foot-two! Its right there, cut and dry, plain as day - being bigger doesn't mean you're better.

Drew McIntyre's riding high off a helluva win in the opening match of Final Battle. But what's history tell us if not that style is the secret ingredient of all the greats. You gotta offer something else that nobody in the game does - something as unique as it is unpredictable as it is dangerous. Who does that sound like? That sounds like my step-brother, Kyle O'Reilly.

The Champ is tough. And he's vicious. And yeah, he's built like a brick shithouse. So what? I'm not saying this is gonna be an easy fight for Kyle. By all rights, it might well be the toughest match-up of his life. But he's got the grit and the guts and the gumption. He's monumentally underestimated by his opponent and the oddsmakers alike. And most of, he's got that special something that we only see once every few years - that X Factor that sets the all-timers apart from the plain ol' Drew McIntyre types.

I know you like to take smoke breaks during the matches, but maybe do yourself a favour and stick around for this one Renee cause tonight, the O'Reilly's make history!

Young: Aren't you even a little concerned about the Money in the B-

Before Renee can finish the question, an excitable'd Bayley heads off in the other direction, having hyped herself up into an ecstatic stake. Probably she needs to eat some food and keep it down. Anyway, Renee signs off and Summerslam rolls on!




As things return to the ring, Tony Chimel is seen standing there ready to do the introductions for the next match.



Tony Chimel: The following contest is the Money in the Bank Ladder match! Introducing first…

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.


Tony Chimel: Introducing the next competitor…



"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.

Tony Chimel: Introducing next…




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.


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 Warhorse stands strong waits for this one to get underway, and thinks about ruling some goddamn ass, baby, brother, dude, boy.

Tony Chimel: Introducing next…



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 leigh 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.

Tony Chimel: And the next competitor…

The crowd are quiet, waiting for something to happen but the silence doesn't last long as fireworks shoot from the ceiling down onto the stage as a familiar theme song plays out of the PA System.

LET ME SEE YOU PUT EM UP,
REACH THE SKY, TOUCH THE STARS UP ABOVE
CAUSE IT'S ONE TIME FOR THE UNDERDOG



The crowd rise to their feet as they await for the appearance of the Runt of the Family. The crowd raise the noise levels as Spike Dudley emerges from the curtain. Spike is looking all business tonight, looking ready to go.



Spike pounds his chest, looking out into the crowd as he begins his way down the ramp. The fans are begging for high fives and he obliges, touching the free hands with all the fans at ringside as he comes to end of the ramp. He takes a running start, sliding into the ring before climbing the turnbuckles, beating his chest and looking out into the sea of adoring fans.



Tony Chimel: From Dudleyville, weighing in at 145 pounds, SPIKE DUDLEY

Spike steps down from the turnbuckle and comes back to the center of the ring, grabbing his wrists and rolling them in his hands as he looks set.

Tony Chimel: Introducing next…



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

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME

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



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


Edge hops down and gets ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: Up next…



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



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

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

Tony Chimel: And last but not least…

”DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE SHARK IS COOKING?”



The crowd begin to boo immediately when a new theme for The Shark begins to play. Tupac's West Coast classic 'All Eyez On Me' plays over the PA system as The Shark slowly makes his way out onto the stage. He stops dead centre of the stage to look around at the crowd, wholly unimpressed with what he sees. The Shark then begins to saunter down the ramp towards the ring taking some time to give a little bit back to some fans at the side of the ramp.

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

The Shark then makes his way up the ring steps and along the outside rim of the ring before he ascends to the top rope and raises a single fist high in the air as the crowd show their disdain. The Shark lowers his fist and looks around at the crowd with a smirk before he steps down into the ring and gets ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!



The view is a sight to behold as there are ladders set up everywhere around the ring as well as on the stage. The fans are cheering despite the presence of heels in the ring as they know they’re about to witness a spectacle, a showcase of flesh meeting steel and caution being thrown to the wind, all in the name of capturing the Money in the Bank briefcase: the key to UWF Championship immortality. The eight competitors are seen surveying their surroundings as well as sizing up the competition. As this goes on, the Intercontinental Champion is the first to move as he walks over to the brash LA Knight and delivers one of his patented kicks, softly tapping the side of Knight’s left leg with his right foot as the crowd reacts with an, “Oh!” as though the strike were devastating. Knight has a bewildered look on his face like he can’t believe what’s going on as Cassidy continues the flurry of offense, alternating the foot he’s kicking with as well as the leg he’s kicking with each strike.

As this goes on, “Absolute” Ricky Starks walks up to Edge, who looks amused by Cassidy’s antics, and disrespectfully slaps him across the face. Starks smirks as the crowd boos but the smirk disappears when Edge shoots him that crazed and angry look we’ve seen on the, “Rated R Superstar”’s face for many a year before blasting Ricky in the face with a hard right. Edge and Ricky begin trading blows as LA Knight grabs Cassidy, pivoting and throwing him into one of the upstage corners, running at him with a knee to the solar plexus to knock the wind out of him before teeing off with punches. Meanwhile, The Shark pops WARHORSE with a cheap shot and continues to strike as they move across the ring as Spike Dudley looks at who’s left without a dance partner: Roman Reigns. Spike walks over to Roman and, ever the gentleman and sportsman, extends his hand for Roman to shake. Roman takes his hand and smiles as Spike smiles back, then Roman’s smile disappears as, in one swift motion, he pulls Spike in, throws him onto his shoulders, and brings him down with a Samoan Drop.

Roman stays on Spike, pulling him up to a vertical base before pressing the littlest Dudley over his head as he approaches the side of the ring, hurling Spike through the air towards one of the ladders but Spike manages to catch the side of the ladder, swing around to the other side, and launch himself back at Reigns looking for a Cross Body but Roman catches him and throws him backward and overhead with a Fallaway Slam, sending Spike through the ropes on the other side of the ring. Spike remains resilient though as he lands on the edge of the apron and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Dudley now grabs the top rope and leans back, then launches himself up and over at Roman but Roman catches him horizontally in his arms and drops to a knee as he drops Spike over that same knee with a Backbreaker. Reigns now climbs into the mount and starts raining down on Spike with punches.

Tired of seeing Roman be a bully, WARHORSE grabs him and applies a Sleeper Hold but The Shark is close by as he runs over and blasts WARHORSE in the back of the head with a stiff forearm shot before throwing him to the mat and beginning to stomp on him as Roman resumes abusing Spike. With Ricky and Edge, Ricky goes for a Superkick but Edge avoids it with a sidestep and Starks ends up hitting Knight flush in the back of the head. As LA turns around angrily, Orange leaps forward out of the corner and does a Bulldog on Knight at the same time he hits a Clothesline to Starks. As Cassidy gets up however, Edge nearly cuts him in half with a Spear.

Tom Phillips: Well you can tell the Intercontinental Champion wasn’t expecting that.

Mauro Ranallo: Can’t trust anyone in this match.

Corey Graves: And there’s no participation briefcase either, you crybabies!

As Edge gets to his feet, he grabs Roman and brings him down with a shorter trip version of the Edge O’Matic. Edge helps Spike up but then The Shark does an Irish Whip on WARHORSE into both of them as they all three go down like bowling pins. The Shark pursues to follow up but LA Knight delivers a Big Boot to the side of his face, sending him staggering into the downstage ropes. As The Shark catches himself and turns around, Knight connects with a Codebreaker and as The Shark pops up, Starks connects with a Dropkick. As Ricky lands and gets up though, LA hits him with the Blunt Force Trauma and then Reigns takes Knight down with a Spear.

Roman commands, “ACKNOWLEDGE ME!” as WARHORSE, Edge, and Spike Dudley then rush him and knock him to the mat, mugging him with punches and stomps. While this goes on, Orange Cassidy has moved to the outside of the ring as he breaks down one of the ladders and positions it horizontally between the barricade and the side of the ring before re-entering the ring where The Shark goes on the offensive on him, stomping on him so he can’t get up. Roman explodes up from the mat suddenly, sending Edge and Spike and WARHORSE scattering as Edge knocks down The Shark and WARHORSE falls over Cassidy while Spike comes off the ropes back towards Roman. Roman takes him down with a Lariat and then turns and does the same to Knight as he’s getting up and Starks as he’s getting up. Roman is a house of fire but the, “Ultimate Opportunist” looks to snuff that flame out as he goes for a Spear but Roman gets his knee up and reverses, hoisting Edge up into Powerbomb position as he raises him to the top of his ability to lift then launches Edge forward as Edge crashes and burns through the ladder Cassidy set up earlier!

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: As the recently retired Charles Martinet has said many times over three decades, Mamma Mia!

Corey Graves: Edge may be out of this thing!

As WARHORSE, Spike, Cassidy, Knight, Starks, and The Shark look at the wreckage, Reigns leans back with an, “OOOOH-AAAAAH!” which can only mean trouble. Roman charges the pack of them but they scatter, leaving Spike to take a Spear. The group splits again now as WARHORSE and The Shark start duking it out while Cassidy finds himself outnumbered by Knight and Starks. The Shark has WARHORSE backed into one of the upstage turnbuckles as he looks at his hand as he brings it back, then goes to strike again but WARHORSE ducks and when he pops back up, he seizes the collarbone of The Shark with both hands and pivots, slinging him into the corner as he unloads with a forearm to the bridge of the nose and then lowers himself before delivering a Shoulder Thrust to the midsection, raising The Shark upward after impact and setting him on the top turnbuckle pad before scaling upward himself. The Shark defiantly throws clubbing blows to WARHORSE as he ascends but they don’t seem to register as soon the two are face-to-face as WARHORSE begins head banging into the skull of the former UWF Champion.

In the other upstage corner, LA Knight and Ricky Starks have Orange seated at the bottom as they’re stomping a mud hole in him, the brash superstar emitting an arrogant, ”YEAH!” as each one connects. After an especially impactful stomp, Knight looks away long enough to ask the crowd whose game it is as Ricky delivers a Superkick to LA, knocking him down as Starks points to himself and declares it to be his game. Orange gets up and punches Starks to get his attention, then the two begin trading blows. Meanwhile in the corner, WARHORSE steps down as a groggy The Shark falls forward, WARHORSE hooking his head on the way down and delivering a DDT. As WARHORSE gets up from this, LA brings him back down with a Blunt Force Trauma into the turnbuckle! Knight spells his name out before exiting the ring on the side nearest the ramp and grabbing the ladder set up there, breaking it down and sliding it into the ring before sliding in after it. LA picks up the ladder and holds it horizontally in his arms as he charges across the ring and hits Reigns in the side of the head, knocking him through the ropes to the outside. He then hits Spike directly in the forehead with it, busting him open before taking down Starks and Cassidy at the same time with it.

LA sets up the ladder now and starts to climb but The Shark grabs his ankle. As Knight uses the other foot to try and kick the former masked man away, WARHORSE lands a punch to the kidneys, grabbing Knight around the waist and delivering a German Suplex that sends Knight out of the ring. As WARHORSE gets up, The Shark delivers a body blow to the stomach, then drives WARHORSE face first into the ladder before throwing him down to the mat. The Shark now begins his own ascent up the ladder. Ricky Starks is to his feet as he scrambles to the other side of the ladder and begins climbing, meanwhile Spike and Cassidy get to their feet as Reigns re-enters the ring. Starks arrives at the top but as he does, The Shark connects with a thumb to the eye and pushes him backward off the ladder as Starks knocks down Spike and Cassidy. In one big leap, Roman puts himself on the opposite side of the ladder as he blasts The Shark with a Superman Punch, the former UWF Champion falling backward himself as he hits the top rope and lands awkwardly outside the ring.

Tom Phillips: Roman’s got it won!

Mauro Ranallo: It certainly looks that way.

Corey Graves: Grab it, my, “Tribal Chief”!

As Roman reaches for the briefcase however, suddenly the ladder is tipped over and Reigns falls to the outside! Standing in the ring breathing heavily is the man many thought to be out of this match earlier: Edge. Edge grabs the ladder and stands it back up, securing it, but before he can do much else, he collapses to one knee.

Tom Phillips: Edge is still in it but at what cost to his body?

Spike, Cassidy, and WARHORSE all check on Edge as he lets them know he’s fine. With that, suddenly LA re-enters the fray with a steel chair, breaking up the touching moment as he absolutely scrambles the brains of the, “Rated R Superstar”. Knight throws the chair down as Edge falls over, then is bum rushed by the three men that were checking on Edge as they knock him to the mat and start putting the boots to him. While this is going on, The Shark and Reigns are coming to in their own respective areas ringside while Ricky Starks is to his feet in the ring. Starks delivers a Superkick to the back of Spike’s head, sending him stumbling forward as Ricky grabs him by the hair and slams him down against the steel chair on the mat. Starks begins beating Spike’s head against the chair repeatedly in an uncomfortable scene to watch when suddenly, Cassidy blasts him in the side of the head with an Orange Punch. Cassidy helps Spike up as the two go after Starks but LA is up as he hits Spike with a running Double Axe Handle to the back of the head, knocking him down. Knight spins Cassidy around but gets sprayed with Orange Mist as Cassidy kicks him in the stomach to make him hunch over, then connects with a Canadian Destroyer. Soon after impact though, Starks is right there as he grabs Orange and connects with a Canadian Destroyer of his own.

As Starks gets up, The Shark is there to catch him with a Shark Bite as the crowd boos. When The Shark gets up, however, he’s hit with a Spear by Roman Reigns. Meanwhile, WARHORSE is at the top of the ladder watching all of this unfold. He looks up at the briefcase, then down at Roman, then gestures turning things up to eleven before leaping off the top of the ladder and connecting with the ASS RULER!

Tom Phillips: FROM DEVASTATING HEIGHTS!

Mauro Ranallo: But at what cost, Tom? WARHORSE could’ve gotten the briefcase down instead!

Corey Graves: What an absolute moron!

By the power of raw metal though, WARHORSE is up as he returns to the ladder and begins that dramatic ascent. Up and up and up he goes, his opposition strewn out around the ring below him. Finally he reaches up and grabs it, he’s done it…or has he? As WARHORSE gets hold of the briefcase, the ladder is tipped over by The Shark but WARHORSE is hanging on to the briefcase! As WARHORSE unlatches it and falls to the ring below, the bell sounds.

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and the 2023 Mister Money in the Bank, WARHORSE!



WARHORSE exits the ring with the briefcase and celebrates with his fans.

Tom Phillips: YEAH! WARHORSE DID IT!

Mauro Ranallo: What a hard fought match from all the participants. The UWF Champion better watch their back as they have an intense contender lurking now.

Corey Graves: I hate this industry sometimes.

As WARHORSE continues to celebrate, Summerslam continues elsewhere.




As there’s a break in the action, things head to where Vinny Marseglia is standing by with Renee Young.

Renee Young: Vinny, I’d like to get your final thoughts on…

Vinny cuts her off.

Vinny Marseglia: Final thoughts? You say that as if I’m going to lose tonight’s festivities.

Renee Young: No, I just meant…

Vinny Marseglia: I know what you meant, relax. My thoughts right now are black and abysmal, Renee. Twisted and disturbing. Thoughts that would make any other cold hearted killer or demented psychopath in the world’s history grab a child’s blanket for comfort. Thoughts that would make even the most experienced therapist commit suicide, you dig? My mind is a scary place, Renee, and it’s especially that way when I’m about to do something bad. And tonight, I’m going to do something so bad that the only place scarier than inside my head for humankind will be that ring. I want to humbly welcome all of you to the definition of a blood red summer. Or, rather, a blood red Summerslam.

Renee seems to expect laughter but Vinny just walks off. As Renee does as well, before things return to the other happenings, a being is seen in the background watching.




Camera fades in, capturing the sterile room of the insane asylum. Leyton Buzzard appears distant, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the room's walls. Dr. Williams, attentive and concerned, sits across from him, ready to engage him in conversation.

Week 5:

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, it seems your mind is elsewhere. Can you share with me what you've experienced this week?"

Leyton slowly shifts his focus, his eyes meeting Dr. Williams', but his expression remains detached.

Leyton: "This week... I locked myself in my room, Doc. I refused to let anyone in for three days. It was like I needed to be alone, away from the outside world."

Dr. Williams leans forward, her curiosity piqued.

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, I'm interested to understand the reasoning behind isolating yourself. What compelled you to disconnect from the world outside?"

Leyton: "It was Trevor Lee, Doc. I could feel his presence, urging me to untether myself from this realm. He wanted me to be alone, to strip away the distractions and find a deeper connection."

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, I understand you believe Trevor Lee wanted you to be alone, but let's explore the reasons behind this desire. Can you elaborate on the thoughts or emotions you experienced during those days?"

Leyton: "It's hard to explain, Doc. Being alone allowed me to focus, to truly listen to Trevor Lee's guidance. I felt an intense pull, as if he was leading me towards a higher purpose, away from the chaos of this world."

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, it's intriguing to hear how you interpret these experiences. However, it's essential for us to consider alternative explanations as well. Perhaps there are other factors at play influencing your desire for solitude."

Leyton: "I understand your perspective, Doc, but I know in my heart that Trevor Lee was guiding me. He wanted me to detach from the mundane, to open my mind to a greater understanding of the universe."

Dr. Williams maintains her composed demeanor, aiming to unravel the underlying beliefs behind Leyton's actions.

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, we will continue to explore the significance of these experiences and the role you believe Trevor Lee plays in your life. Our goal is to gain a comprehensive understanding, to help you find inner peace and clarity. Maybe if I could talk to people who know you Leyton I can help assist you better, Would you allow me to talk to a few people? I won't bring up anything from our sessions but understanding how people you've interacted with "

Dr. Williams pauses, choosing her words carefully.

Dr. Williams: "Leyton, I wonder if it might be beneficial to gain more insight into your past. Sometimes, talking to people from your history can provide a better understanding of your journey. Would you be open to the idea of me interviewing a few people from your past, with your consent, of course?"

Leyton's expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Leyton: "You mean people who've known me... before?"

Dr. Williams: "Yes, Leyton. Talking to those who have known you might shed light on your experiences and beliefs. It could help us navigate your current challenges with a broader perspective."

Leyton's gaze drops, deep in thought.

Leyton: "I... I guess it could help. If you think it might make sense. But I can't promise that they'll fully understand what's happening to me."

Dr. Williams: "I appreciate your openness, Leyton. Our goal is to work together, to gain insight into your experiences from different angles. It's a step towards unraveling the complexities you're facing."

The camera captures Leyton's contemplative expression, his willingness to consider Dr. Williams' suggestion evident, while Dr. Williams remains steadfast in her commitment to guiding him through the intricacies of his delusions.

The scene fades out, leaving a sense of new possibilities as Leyton and Dr. Williams embark on a journey to understand his experiences by exploring his past.




After a break in the action, the fans funnel back into the arena from the concessions and merch stands to take their seats ahead of what promises to be a fight to remember. The camera heads to ringside so the commentary team can set this thing up proper.

Ranallo: Gentlemen, before we begin, if you'll afford me a short moment to recite a few words written four centuries ago that I believe speak to the gravity and immensity of this feud, and what we - as the UWF Universe - stand to lose as a result of where this clash of titans has escalated to.

No man is an island, entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own, or of thine friend's were, each man's death, diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know for whom the bell tolls... It tolls for thee.

Graves: Powerful words, Mauro, but I don't think there's going to be anything eloquent about what we're about to see.

Phillips: We've only seen a Last Heart Beating Match once before. That night was Wrestlemania VIII, where Vinny Marseglia defeated Larry Sweeney to win the UWF Championship in the main event in the most ruthless, brutal performance of his storied career.

Graves: Since the Horror King has come back, he has been tormented by Bray Wyatt. Any talk of either man contending for a championship again has been waylaid by this feud because frankly, this town isn't big enough for the both of 'em. We can't have a Horror King and an Eater of Worlds exist together. These are the two best superstars in Revolution history but each of their reigns was only made possible by the other not being here to stop it.

Ranallo: Their match at Final Battle was incredible, but ultimately left us all with more questions than answers. Tonight, we'll find out once and for who the true lord of the darkness is...

Up in the squared circle, our beloved Master of Ceremonies, Tony Chimel, kicks it off like only he can.

Chimel: The following contest is a Last Heart Beating Match!

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.




The Screen lights up with the Firefly Fun House Opening, but the film burns up. The word "LET" replaces the titantron, as you can hear the sound of the electrical system shutting down as the overhead lights go out. "HIM" flashes the screen and the sound of electricity burning out as the arena lights shut down now. Finally "IN" emerges on the tron and with one loud sound all the spotlights and stage lights shut off. Smoke begins to envelop the stage, and as the music begins to swell you can make out a light amidst the fog, the camera tries to get a close up as you see Wyatts face...or so it seems.



The head lantern comes down and you see a glimpse of The Fiends visage, but the camera suddenly swings away. The Fiend begins to make his way down the ring as the arena lights flash Red and off seemingly with each step, The camera never seemingly able to focus on The Fiend directly as it keep swinging away before too long. As a downwards shot of The Fiend finally gets him center frame, LET ME IN appears in letters at the bottom of the screen before the letters start to spell out "The Fiend"

Chimel: And his opponent... The Fiend!

The Fiend reaches ringside and places his lantern on the ring apron, the camera focuses on it for a bit before turning to The Fiend who has both his hands on his ears with his head shaking. He suddenly turns towards the ring steps and walks up them entering the ring and tearing the hood on his head off and throwing it away as he extends his arms out and shouts out as the lights catch his mask for the first time.



The Fiend twist around and walks to the corner, he holds the top ropes and bends backwards as all the lights suddenly turn red and flashing as you see the upside down look of his hideous mask while hanging like that. He holds like this for a bit before he pulls himself up straight up vertically, making all the lights turn back on with a loud power noise as The Fiend stands with his back to his opponent.

Tony heads out of the ring, a solemn look on his face. More than a few parents escort their children out of the arena, not wanting them see what's about to happen. The ravenous rob that remains to witness the execution are chomping at the bit, though, and the Referee in charge of officiating this massacre doesn't keep them waiting long at all before ringing the bell.




DING DING


Ten thousand cellphones illuminate Citifield, swaying back and forth hypnotically. Fireflies hovering over the ominous din of the cultish sing-song...


HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS
HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS
HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS
HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS


Bray Wyatt would revel in that. He might lean his head back with eyes and arms spread out like Dufresne to take in the rainstorm to bask in the echoes of his message. Or, clad in a red sweater, he might clap gloved hands together with unnerving excitement. Or, stripped away of costumes and ceremony, he might just nod quietly, look out around the arena and appreciate, in his own way, that through the noise of the chaotic turmoil that has defined his career, he had made a connection. There might be validation enough in hearing the anthem, with no need to go through with this war.

It isn't the the third-generation superstar or the puppetmaster or the swamp-dweller standing in the ring though. Its The Fiend. The glow of the fireflies ends where his shadow starts. If he can hear their song, it shows no affect. He stands on his side of the ring, arms low at his sides, the only sign of movement being the push of his chest and the shrug of his shoulders with each heavy, animalistic inhale and exhale.

The enigmatic Wyatt is formidable enough on his own. To provoke this side of the - the darkest, deepest turn of his never-ending circle - is practically a death sentence. To call it out by name, to welcome and challenge it intentionally, is a sign on insanity. And across the ring from The Fiend, Vinny Marseglia looks anything but sane.

Dreadlocks frought, clothing hanging on like rags, eyes like frozen, January lakes, knuckles carved with scars. Its like the Scarecrow grew bored waiting in the field and came down off his cross to make terror elsewhere. He has a weightless, eased lean as if he's prone to wander according to the wind's ambition. Its a facade, though - history has shown again and again that behind the disheveled mess there is a calculated wickedness, an evil genius, a Horror King.

The mask of The Fiend betrays no emotion. As it considers Vinny Marseglia, the only thing you could say about the Chelsea Grin on its twisted visage is that it looks hungry. Conversely, for all the hype and the fuss and fretting, Marseglia isn't mortified or astounded by the countenance of this thing that goes Bump in the Night. If anything, he looks a like a child who just got a new toy to play with.


Graves: This is downright freaky...

Ranallo: In the six years since the Revolution started, Wyatt boasts the record for longest reign as UWF Champion. I would argue that he's never gone into a match as an underdog. He ended the career of Katsuyori Shibata. He decimated an otherwise unstoppable AJ Styles at Wrestlemania. Orton. Rollins. Suzuki. Rewind the clock back to the early days of the organization, to the wars with Raven and Ambrose. He has terrorized the UWF since day one and has never known anything close to an equal in that sense until Vinny Marseglia arrived on the scene.

Phillips: That's right, Mauro. If you made a list of the most gruesome matches that the green brand has ever witnessed, Vinny Marseglia's fingerprints would be all over the crime scene. Of course there's the UWF title run, the record breaking TV Championship reign, the Rumble win, most victories racked up in a single year - but all that amazing success was achieved in spite of the fact that Vinny doesn't even care about getting his hand raised. He just wants to inflict pain and horrify people.

Graves: That's why the Last Heart Beating match suits him so well. No disqualifications, no rules to hold him back. All he has to do is what he does best. In this environment, I'd favour the Horror King against anybody with one sole exception, and unfortunately for Marseglia, that's the - well, I hesitate to say "man" - so that's the thing standing across the ring from him now.


The chants have since become amorphous in a sea of preemptive "THIS IS AWESOME" and competitor-specific cheers. Its a howling cacophony in the sold-out arena before a single punch has even been thrown or a hold attempted. That racket only picks up when one of the gunslingers finally draws.

Its Marseglia who moves first. Approaching his opponent with a cautious gait, his head tilted to one side, curious. The Fiend remains stationary, breathes still heaving, hands still at his side, no indication of offense or defense incoming. Vinny circles all the away around him, a subdued, fully-loaded aggression quivering just below the surface. When he gets back in front, Wyatt finally reacts.

The Fiend drops to his knees in front of the Horror King and bows his head.


Graves: What the...

Phillips: I'm not sure what's going on, Corey. Is The Fiend... is he surrendering?


It might be fair to say that not once has anyone managed to conjure up a look of surprise from Marseglia. This could be a first. Vinny's eyes go wide. He's blindsided by this gesture and takes a step back, not trusting it for a second. The Fiend stays kneeling, though. His head is still bowed. Vinny squints and moves back in, suspecting a Trojan Horse but instead finding an animal that has simply led itself to slaughter.

If this is a trap, Marseglia moves to quickly for it to spring. The Horror King seizes the fallen head of the Fiend and drags him in close, spinning him around to apply a lethally tight Dragon Sleeper. The submission doesn't interest him, though. Its what follows next that really hurts.


Ranallo: Marseglia with the Farewell to Flesh! Unbelievable!

Graves: Is this is it? Is this really it? Is The Fiend just gonna let this happen?!?!


Marseglia lifts and spins and then drops Wyatt head-first into the canvas with what could be called the most dangerous move in his impressive artillery. The impact of The Fiend's skull against the mat is tremendous. Ring-shaking. It damn near silences that crowd of thousands who cannot fathom what they're seeing.

Were this a regular contest, that would be the end right there. A surefire three count. Vinny's instincts almost have him shooting the half, too. The slightest twitch - that embedded muscle memory - just about has him going for the cover. It wouldn't do any good. There's just one way out of this Hell, and as devastating as that specialized DDT is, its not enough to stop a pulse.

Vinny gets back up to his feet, towering over the body. He looks back over his shoulder to where his axe is embedded in the turnbuckle. A twisted grin curls his lips.


Phillips: No... can't we just... can't we just call it here?

Graves: These men agreed to the terms, Tom. Its hard to watch, but I assure you, nobody in this company is going to try to stop them from settling this score.

Ranallo: That same axe was the deciding factor in Marseglia's battle with Larry Sweeney. The metal is still stained with sweet n' sour blood. Now, it claims another victim.


Marseglia is in no rush to retrieve his weapon. Deprived of live prey to toy with, he's going to relish these spare moments of tension before finishing his meal. Walking towards the buckle, he snaps his fingers, some esoteric, helter-skelter groove playing out in is mind - a song nobody else can hear.

His hands then reach out and wrap around the handle cut from wood from a hangman's tree. He yanks out ol' faithful from the post and holds its high, catching the sheen of the spotlight off the sharpened blade. In admiring it - fantasizing about what he's about to do next - he fails to notice what's rising up behind him.


Ranallo: Mama Mia...

Phillips: There's just no way in Hell...


The Fiend stands - maybe even floats - up off the canvas to his feet. Unscathed. Unbothered. Unmatched.

The sudden change in temperature in the arena, accompanied by the chaos that overtakes the crowd that had just been hushed alerts Marseglia to the danger. He whispers something to himself like "Oh there you are" and then turns around, axe held high, rushing in to finish the job.

He never gets the chance. The Fiend stops him short with a kick to the stomach. His lack of motion up to this point, coupled with the size of the man, not to mention the costume, all make it hard to believe that he could move so quickly. Nevertheless, his retaliation in countering the charge is swift beyond swift. Marseglia coughs up a chest-full of air while The Fiend catches the arm holding the axe in one hand. His other hand wraps around the throat of the Horror King, choking him for a few seconds before launching with something that might be best described as a Biel toss.

Whatever it is, Mareglia is callously thrown into the base of a nearby turnbuckle. He lands seated, looking back at The Fiend, stupefied by the sheer power of him. This isn't the fan he fought at Final Battle. This is something much more, and only now is he realizing exactly what that means.


Graves: Vinny Marseglia has always been the A-side. The favourite. The hunter stalking the prey. Its never been about beating him so much as surviving him and he has always delighted in that. Now the tables have turned and he's the one facing a terrible force that he gravely underestimated.

Ranallo: For a moment there, I thought this would be over quickly. The methods and madness of Bray Wyatt are beyond explanation, so who's to say he wouldn't allow himself to go down without a fight? It shouldn't be a shock that it was yet another mind game played by the Eater of the Worlds, one that has certainly caught his fellow former-champ off guard.


While he may have sent Marseglia packing, The Fiend kept himself a souvenir. He has the Horror King's axe in hand. The last thing this monster needed was a weapon.

Considering it through the dead eyes of his warped clown face, The Fiend regards this tool like he's fro another specious and he doesn't understand the value or function of it. Its intriguing and obscure.

Vinny's effort to get vertical again draws Wyatt's attention away from the foreign object and back to him. Still clutching the axe, he stomps towards the Horror King, who slides through the ropes and escapes to the floor to stave off an execution. The Fiend doesn't pursue him there. Instead, he looks down at Marseglia while extending the arm holding the axe so that its above the corner post. Its a strange pose but its purpose is soon made clear.

Something conjures an old pyrotechnique cue. The UWF ring is still equipped to launch fire out of the four corner - it has been since the days of Sandow's Beast of the Apocalypse ran roughshod. Even though Kane hasn't been since in years, the rigging it still there. How Wyatt musters it from its sleep is anyone's guess, but he manages to pull fire from the void to incinerate the Horror King's beloved axe in a flash.


Phillips: The Fiend is burning Marseglia's axe to a crisp!

Graves: That could be The Horror King's best chance of winning going up in smoke.


The Fiend's gloves must be fireproof because he just holds on to that handle until there's no handle left to hold. The wood simmers and smolders and becomes ash - the charred hunk of blade falls to the arena floor with a clang.

Vinny paces back and forth as he watches, running his hands through his hair, sparse, crazed laughs coming out here and there. That final drop of the blade snaps him out of the moment, taking him through all five phases of grief straight to his own deranged stage of acceptance.

Its a Last Heart Beating match - the stakes couldn't be any higher. Except now, now after seeing The Fiend's style and what kind of fight he wants to have, now Vinny knows what kinda fight this is gonna be. Like a shark with a nose-full of blood in the tide, he circles back for the frenzy.

The Horror King beckons The Fiend to come fight him on the outside, a real "You wanna get nuts, lets get nuts" vibe about him. The Fiend obliges, showing urgency as he steps through the ropes and drops to the floor, and then freezing once he gets there. The jarring stop-start-edness of everything he does makes him indiscernible. Vinny's not about to get baited into another tap, though. He's done letting Wyatt control the pace.

Backing up a few steps while fruitlessly goading his opponent on, Marseglia stops at the exterior corner of the squared circle. There, he dislodges the top half of the steel steps and lifts the section up over his head, accentuating his surprising and oft glazed-over power game. He throws the jagged piece of furniture directly at his foe. The Fiend is forced to step to the side to avoid getting flattened, and once he's moving again, he doesn't stop.

Wyatt heads towards Marseglia before the latter can get the second piece of stairs elevated. That suits Vinny just fine - getting his opponent coming towards him is exactly what he wanted. Abandoning his effort to hoist the bottom half of the stairs, The Horror King instead uses them as a platform to jump off of as he flings himself at The Fiend. He's endeavoring for a Jump Scare, except even after securing a front facelock on Wyatt on the way down, he's unable to execute a complete DDT.

The Fiend braces himself to stay upright, then wraps a bearhug around Vinny. An initial squeeze cracks the ribs and contorts the spine, forcing Marseglia to release his grip around the head. Once Wyatt is loose, he sprints forward and drives the other man back-first into the barricade.


Ranallo: I felt that rattling over here! The Fiend damn near broke Marseglia in half!

Graves: I think the crowd would be wise to clear out of the area - who knows where this fight could end up.


After crashing Marseglia into the barrier, The Fiend lets go, steps back and simply watches, like he's curious to examine the fallout from his deeds, like he's a kid pulling legs off of insects in the playground, wondering what they'll do next. Vinny's response - following a pained grimace - is to shoot back with an Axe Edge Chops across the broad chest of Wyatt. The whip crack of hand on flesh cuts through all the other noise in the building, but it still isn't even to phase The Fiend.

Wyatt fires back with a stiff uppercut that sees Marseglia stumble back and get draped over the barricade he just slammed into. The Fiend follows up by pushing down against it with two hands on his throat. Such a choke would be illegal in an ordinary contest, of course, but attempted murder is what's on the menu tonight. The Referee comes within spitting distance of the action for the first time since opening bell, ready to call this thing off should The Fiend opt to hold on a little longer.

Vinny's face goes from ghost pale to funeral mauve. Before his strength can leave him entirely, however, he reaches up and grabs The Fiend by either side of the head, jamming his thumbs through the eye holes of the mask.


Phillips: Ugh! That's disgusting! Its awful!

Graves: Its his only way out, Phillips.


Finally, Vinny gets a reaction from Wyatt. The Fiend is forced to pull back, shaking Vinny off as he stumbles away, temporarily blinded. Marseglia takes a few seconds to regain his breath and then continues on the offensive, grabbing his rival by the tights and back of the head to launch him headlong into the lower back of one of the turnbuckles.

With his skull bouncing off the steel like a bumper car, The Fiend recoils unbalanced, leaving him wide open for a Pump Kick. Marseglia's pitch black boot leaves an imprint on the side of the mask, and while its effective in sending Wyatt stumbling further towards the commentary side of the floor, it isn't enough to take him off of his feet.

The Horror King charges at his enemy, potentially eyeing up a second attempt at a Jump Scare. Wyatt gets low counter and pops Marseglia up with a Big Back Body Drop, giving the faint hint that beneath the monster there's still a pro-wrestler somewhere in there. Vinny flies through the air and flips over to crash back-first clean through the Spanish Commentary Table, sending those gents working there scattering for the hills. The English crew gets out of their seats and back up as far as possible, forseeing a similar fate headed their way.


Ranallo: This is getting far too close for comfort.

Graves: I agree. Phillips, go talk some sense into them!

Phillips: You're closer! You do it!


Vinny groans as he lies among the wreckage of what once was a pretty sturdy-looking table. He tries to get up by his own volition but that isn't necessary. Wyatt comes in with the grim assist, wrapping some kind of cable around his neck like a noose and choking him again while pulling him to his feet.

Marseglia vies to escape by way of eye rake for a second time, but The Fiend isn't looking for a prolonged suffocation this time. The cable wrapped around the throat is just a means of flinging his opponent through the air and down through another table - this time, the English Commentator's. Vinny cracks the back of his head on one of the monitors as he crashlands through the surface.

Fortunately for the Horror King, the impact loosened up the chokehold on his neck. Wyatt doesn't relent, however. He kneels down next to Vinny, lifts him into a sitting position, grabs him by the top of the head and the chin and torques his head sideways, nearly snapping his neck. The crowd gasps at the sight of the shocking attack while The Fiend's expression remains sadistically cemented as it has always been.


Phillips: This is going too far!

Ranallo: But still not far enough, I'm afraid.

Graves: Hopefully it'll get further away from us.


Corey's wishes come true when Wyatt once again ragdolls Vinny, this time tossing him towards the ring. Marseglia smashes into the apron and collapses at the base of the ring, blinking up at the lights in what could be a concussed haze. When he sees The Fiend relentlessly pursuing him there, he coughs out something that be a laugh as he grabs the apron curtain and lifts it up.

Ninety-nine red balloons explode out from under the ring, a curtain of helium, rubber and latex blanketing the entire ringside area as they float up towards the rafters!

The camera loses the competitors in the midst of it all, with the last glimpse of The Fiend showing him batting away at the impenetrable cloud - each balloon swatted away being replaced with two more identical ones.

The fans screams and cheer like giddy children at the unexpected spectacle of it all. Finally, Wyatt finds a path through the fray, though just as he does so, Marseglia leaps out and tackles him. The rivals roll through the straggling balloons and commentary wreckage, trading punches and headbutts and elbows in a chaotic tussle with no clear advantage going either way. Eventually, though all the scrapping, separation occurs, and they're afforded a chance to get to their feet.

This time, its Marseglia who takes advantage of Wyatt rushing in at him, countering a wild lariat attempt with an Inksanity to slow The Fiend down. After snapping his foes' back with the signature maneuver, he grabs a hold of him and rolls him back under the ropes into the ring.


Phillips: Finally!

Ranallo: After enduring a brutal onslaught that left our station in ruins, Vinny Marseglia has fought his way back into this thing, but does he have enough left in him to finish the job?


Marseglia rolls into the ring after Wyatt, who is now up on his hands and knees. Unsatisfied with that feigned show of fealty earlier on, The Horror King pushes his head into the canvas with a staggering Bow Down, curb stomping his foe's lights out. Again, where normally a pin attempt might be, there's only cause for further action. As such, the Vinny pries Wyatt off of the mat, wincing as the effort takes a toll on his damaged back, and lifts him up with a vertical suplex.

The trip back down to the mat from there is sudden. Paying homage to the Kubrick classic, Marseglia unleashes the move some mortifying it could only be called "The Shining" to slam The Fiend's head into the ring with all of his weight on top of it.

The Official rolls through the ropes and comes over to check for a sign of life. Vinny swats him away, knowing full well the work isn't done yet - there's only one way to follow up that maneuver. Its the same way he flatlined a pulse last time out.


Phillips: Marseglia's looking towards that turnbuckle and that can only mean one time...

Ranallo: The Fiend has an otherwordly constitution but even so, there are only so many of The Horror King's greatest hits anyone could withstand before the curtain falls for good.


Vinny stands and stumbles towards the corner, taking a brief moment to nurse the sickly bruises swelling around his neck. Despite the trouble breathing, The Horror King is able to scale the turnbuckle on rung at a time. Perched atop the post like a gargoyle, he lines up the target in his sights and then stands tall, casting a foreboding shadow over Wyatt.

Drawing another gasp from the fans, Vinny takes off and floats through the air like one of his red balloons. He comes off the top with a wild REDRUM. There's no grace in this senton bomb - the flip is reckless, much less an athletic feat as it is a last ditch effort to end this fight. Nevertheless, it lands flush, with all of Marseglia's body slamming onto The Fiend's with as much force as he can possibly manage.


Graves: REDRUM! REDRUM!

Ranallo: That's gotta be... is it?


Marseglia bounces off to the side and the Referee dives in to check. For a second it looks like it might be over...


And then The Fiend exhales a mouthful of blood through the hole in his mask, showing signs he's still in this. Vinny grits his teeth, offended by the audacity of his opponent. He crawls over to finish the job but finds a hand shoved down his throat instead!

Wyatt applies a vindictive Mandible Claw, still looking to end this by robbing his rival of oxygen. Perhaps there's a methodology behind that - a reason. Maybe the silencing is a punishment for the perceived sin of pride. This could be the price The Fiend demands from those who would mention his name in vain... the inability to ever do so again.


Phillips: The Fiend is going to suffocate Vinny Marseglia!

Ranallo: I've never seen that hold in so deep!


At Final Battle, Vinny escaped this predicament by biting his way out, taking a pound of flesh with him. Tonight, The Fiend's gloved hand is shoved in the maw so deep that there's no way for the unhinged jaw to clamp down with any force. All Marseglia can do is gag and squirm and pry at the hands that aren't going anywhere.

There are no "THIS IS AWESOME" chants anymore. No cheering at all. The fans just watch is awe as one monster chokes the life out of another. Marseglia's body loses life one missed breath at a time until it goes limp...


Graves: Marseglia's out. Its finished. The Horror King is dead, long live the King.

Phillips: Vinny might be done, but I don't think The Fiend is...


Just as the Referee is about to call it off, Wyatt releases the hold. Vinny is lifeless in his arms, and so puts up not fight as The Fiend lifts up, bends him over a knee, plants a Goodbye Kiss and nails a Sister Abigail!

The Horror King is flung around and planted into the mat like a coffin dropped into the earth. He's sprawled on the canvas like a chalk outline on the sidewalk. The Official comes looking for a pulse, and what he finds is a hand on his neck. The third man looks up in terror to see The Fiend wagging a finger at him - its the last thing he sees before he too is choked into oblivion with a Mandible Claw.


Phillips: The Fiend is going after the Official now!

Graves: I don't think we're going to see a replacement running down the ramp anytime soon either.


The Referee it out cold in a manner of seconds, at which point his body is discarded to the floor like trash. Stepping over Vinny's body, The Fiend climbs through the ropes and drops to the floor as well, but not to harm the Official any more. Instead, he reaches under the ring to look for something. One last red balloon comes up from the apron - Wyatt watches it go by for a moment, unknowable thoughts hidden behind his disguise. Once its lost in the rafters with the others, he collects what he wants from the bowels of the squared circle.


Ranallo: Is that gasoline?

Graves: Oh my God I think it is...


There's nothing spectacular about his weapon of choice. Its a red jerry can, clearly filled to the brim. You can damn near smell the fumes through the screen. Those fans in the front row catch the scent too and withdraw, even moreso once Wyatt uncorks the can.

The Fiend then begins the funeral procession - a measured march around the ring with a trail of gasoline left in his wake.


Bray Wyatt's Circle.


Once the crowd realizes what he's planning, the lower bowl clears out in a mad rush to get as far away from the ring as possible. The Fiend isn't bothered by the reaction of the people. Their screams don't register. He carries on along his path until the end meets the beginning, closing the loop to obscure where first and final could ever even be found. Such is his nature. Such is his violence.

The can emptied and the circle finished, he tosses it outside. A group of first responders - medics, security, agents, some of the other Referees - rush down the ramp to end this madness before it gets completely out of hand. The mob with their pitchforks coming after the monster. Wyatt denies them their interruption. He reaches into the ring to where his lantern has been waiting at the base of one of the turnbuckles and then smashes it on the floor, its flame igniting the trail of gasoline to create a bordering inferno.


Ranallo: The ring is surrounded by fire!

Graves: Somebody put this thing out! This maniac is going to burn down Citi Field!


The Fiend rolls back into the ring, the circle of fire keeps all interlopers at bay. Vinny Marseglia is still lying on the mat where he was left. Wyatt pulls up the lifeless body and carries him over towards the edge of the ring over his shoulders, evidently looking to throw him into the flames.

As they reach the perimeter, though, Vinny slides off the back, barely managing to land on his feet. When The Fiend turns around to confront him, Marseglia offers up what might be the last ounce of fight left in him, ripping his hand across the body of his rival with an chop. Its hopeless. The strike does nothing.


Phillips: Vinny Marseglia has been unlike anything we've ever seen in the UWF, but its just not enough compared to The Fiend.

Ranallo: Fans all over the world were salivating over the idea of an epic clash between all time greats. I fear the reality of this war is far more harrowing and devastating than anyone actually wanted to bare witness to.


The Fiend grabs Vinny by the neck and the waist like for a chokeslam and vaults him over the ropes, paying homage to the original Master of Fire en route to victory.

Somehow, Marseglia manages to land on the apron though, and like Carrie reaching out from the grave, drags The Fiend through the ropes to join him on the edge.

The two foes struggle to find their balance on that precipice. Wyatt looks to knock Vinny off with thrust to the throat but Marseglia leans back to avoid contact, then lunges forward and tears away at The Fiend's mask. With one desperate yank, he manages to rip a chunk of it away, exposing a corner of the true face beneath just over the left eye. Its bloodshoot. Exhausted. But still piercing. Still full on ruthless intent and bizarre ambition. Still hungry.

That partial unmasking leaves Wyatt stunned - wounded in way that's hard to understand. Vinny seizes that moment to produce something from his back pocket. Its the blade of his axe, charred from the first that destroyed the handle. He must have grabbed it when the balloons took flight.

Holding the dull end between his hands like he's about to perform CPR, he drives the blade towards his enemy's neck. Wyatt just manages to catch it in time, holding back the wrists to avoid to final blow. The forward pressure is causing him to slip, though. He's losing footing. His free eye darts towards the raging fire just a few feet away, then lands back on Vinny Marseglia.

"Come with me?"

The Horror King shakes his head. Not today. The man behind the Fiend closes his eye and with one last push, Marseglia sends him back into his circle.


Ranalllo: MAMA MIAAAAAAA!

Graves: OH MY GAWD!


The Fiend lands in the fire, shooting the walls of flame up hire as he splashes into the fuel. The road crew rushes in with extinguishers and smothers the scene in spray of dense clouds that blanket the lower bowl of the arena.

For a long while, nothing is visible. Competing smokes afford no glimpse at the fate of the competitors. Flashes of light fire up around the arena - phones like fireflies, desperate for an answer.

And then they see it, which is to say, they see nothing at all. The spot where The Fiend landed is vacant. The fire is out, the ring is surrounded by all kinds of people but Wyatt is not counted among them. The crew, the producers, the Refs - all of them are searching high and low for any sign of the man but there's none to be found. After a short conference, the Officials decide there's only one way to call this.

All alone up in the ring, Vinny Marseglia is kneeling in the middle, the only monster left. The Last Heart Beating.


DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
"THE HORROR KING"
VINNY MARSEGLIA!


After a few moments of recovery, taking in everything that has just happened, it would appear that the worst is finally over. For better or for worse, the Last Heart Beating match has concluded, and with Vinny Marseglia remaining in the ring for a moment, we cut to our commentary desk.



Mauro Ranallo: ”I…folks, there are very, very few words that could describe what we just witnessed. In my professional career as a broadcast analyst in the sport of professional wrestling, I, to be frank with everyone who is at home currently processing what has happened here at Summerslam, have never quite seen something like that in my life. We have seen a Last Heart Beating match before, yes, but…this was not a match. This, by no known definition in any dictionary, could be called a wrestling match. What this was is something that I pray we never see occur again, be it in our lifetimes or any future ones.”

As Mauro takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, the camera once more takes focus on the ring, Vinny Marseglia standing alone, almost in a trance, as he turns to the audience, letting his gaze wander around the entire arena…before it abruptly settles onto a corner of the barricade, where a man is stood, staring up towards Vinny Marseglia, slowly applauding the valiant efforts of The Horror King, his head and face covered, and in what else but a mask that looks oh so strikingly similar to one of Marseglia’s own?

As if needing to confirm just what he is seeing, Vinny exits the ring, hobbling for a moment as his feet make contact with the padding on the floor, and walks over towards the clapping man. Staring him down for a few moments, Vinny looks to catch his breath, but upon closer inspection, his breathing hitches. His own heart stops for but the briefest of moments, and a flickering can be seen in his eyes as he grabs hold of the man by the coat that drapes his body, pulling him as close to eye-to-eye as he possibly can.

By this point, security would be stepping in, albeit hesitantly. They try to get Vinny to reconsider his actions, attempting to remind him that he may not be in the right mental state; He most certainly is not in the right physical state, given the hell he has just gone through. But all of their empathy for Vinny’s health, both physical and mental, goes out the window as Marseglia drags the man over the barricade, forcing him to flip onto the padded floor back-first, before then dragging him by the arm.

Tom Phillips: ”Vinny?! What are you doing, Marseglia?!”

Corey Graves: ”I think he’s lost it, guys! I think Vinny Marseglia’s finally lost what little sanity he has left!”

The man, for whatever reason he may have and for what it is worth, does not resist as Marseglia forcibly brings him into the ring, with the man rising up to his knees on his own accord once in the center. As Vinny Marseglia stares down at him, there is a noticeable chill in the air at Citi Field, with Marseglia’s expression subtly shifting to that of jubilation; The Horror King’s chuckles turn into full on maniacal cackling, all while the male fan remains on his knees, shaking…

But as Marseglia ceases his laughter, the man’s quaking continues, and Vinny’s grin turns to a scowl. It seems that Vinny Marseglia has grown tired of the fan’s fears getting the best of him, as he begins shaking his head, going back-and-forth as he begins to pace the ring, keeping an eye on the fan the entire time, before finally stopping in this restless motion. A few seconds go by, and Marseglia’s gaze fully turns toward the fan once more, noticing that they have finally stopped their own involuntary movements. It is upon this discovery that Marseglia steps in, nice and close, and demands that the fan remove their mask, but when he does not comply in time, Marseglia opts to remove it himself…

And what is initially seen by the cameras is the flash of shock on Vinny’s face, as it swiftly turns to a sadistic smile, with The Horror King coming to the realization that his assumption, based purely on the body language and size of the fan sitting in the front row, is entirely true…

As now, kneeling before The Horror King, rests a man who sports a similarly sadistic, downright manic grin of his own: A prophet, one by the name of Lance Cade.

As the fans burst into their own form of shock and dread, Vinny Marseglia remains staring at Lance, his smile matching that of Cade’s. But after a few seconds of this, with commentary remaining speechless, the lights cut out in the arena, leaving both Marseglia and Cade in the dark, only to be guided by the glimmering light of the moon hanging above them here in Citi Field. Still, this provides enough light for Vinny to have the knowledge to turn around, anticipating an entrance that he himself had been dying to see ever since he came back to the UWF.

And after a few moments, as that lone, technological hum plays over the speakers, the eyes of Marseglia, being left barely visible on the cameras, widen in sheer delight. He was getting what he wanted, he was getting who he wanted…but then the humming stops. The lights turn back on, as there is no spotlight which shines down onto the entrance ramp, just as it had before, and Marseglia’s glee turns into outright fury.

Spinning on his own heels, Marseglia turns towards where Lance Cade had been, left kneeling on the mat…



BUT RATHER THAN LANCE CADE, VINNY MARSEGLIA IS MET WITH AN ABRUPT CAVE-IN, TWO BOOTS STOMPING IN HIS CHEST ON THEIR DESCENT FROM THE SKY, ALL THANKS TO NONE OTHER THAN ‘MISTER’ TREVOR LEE!



And as Vinny Marseglia lay on the mat, downed, barely moving, and Lance Cade comes rolling back into the ring, their switch-a-roo having worked to perfection, the speechlessness of commentary is finally broken:

Tom Phillips: ”Oh, my God…”

Mauro Ranallo: ”I…I cannot believe I am seeing this…but…”

Corey Graves: ”The God of Professional Wrestling…has risen!”

It is upon that call that Trevor Lee turns to look directly at the camera, still donning those same flowing robes, which are now no longer a pure white coloring, but rather spattered with red, black, and gold. With Lance Cade all too happy to sing the praises of his return, Trevor Lee looks down at Vinny Marseglia, that snake-like, venomous grin on FULL display…and once more, Trevor Lee ascends.

This time, it is to the top rope, as Lance Cade, and everyone in attendance watches on. With a gleeful wickedness to his movements, Lee rests upon the top rope, as if contemplating whether Vinny Marseglia is to stand-, whether he WANTS Vinny Marseglia to stand, to receive this Coup D’etat which seemingly awaits him…before Lee’s smile somehow grows wider, and off the turnbuckle he dives, flipping himself forward while in the air, and crashing down with his entire weight onto the downed body of Vinny Marseglia - a taste of Vinny’s own medicine, as Trevor Lee hits him with his own interpretation of Redrum onto The Horror King himself.

Remaining sat next to Vinny Marseglia, with Lance looking on in jubilation and the fans watching in their own varied responses - some more positive or negative than others, Trevor Lee leans over just enough to rest Marseglia’s head upon his leg, with one hand slowly resting upon his forehead, as he leans in to deliver one final message to The Horror King:

Trevor Lee: ”Well, dear Horror King…where is my comeuppance?”

The camera lingers on this shocking scene a while longer before Summerslam rolls on...




The camera cuts to a scene outside the EC3's office. Grayson Waller: Emerges with a smirk on his face, exuding an air of confidence. He adjusts the lapel of his unbuttoned aloha shirt before stepping forward to address the waiting crowd.



Grayson Waller: Well, well, well, look who just stepped out of the lion's den. Yours truly, the future, the one and only Grayson Waller. Now, I know you're all desperate for a piece of this greatness, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The crowd boos as Waller revels in their reaction.

Grayson Waller: You see, I've just had a little chat with none other than EC3, our esteemed General Manager. And let me tell you, he's a man of exquisite taste because he recognizes the undeniable impact that I bring to this brand.

He chuckles arrogantly.

Grayson Waller: So here's what's going down, folks. Next week, right here on Revolution, I'm bringing you something that this sorry excuse for an audience truly needs – the debut episode of The Grayson Waller Effect!

The boos intensify as Waller's smirk widens.

Grayson Waller: Oh yes, the talk show that's been the hottest topic in the wrestling world. And who better to host it than yours truly? The man who's taken this industry by storm, the man who's had legends and icons trembling in their boots.

He holds his hand to his ear, mocking the crowd's reaction.

Grayson Waller: Now, for those dim-witted enough not to know, that's where you'll witness the true magic happen. The Grayson Waller Effect will be like no other talk show you've seen before. I'll be grilling the biggest names, challenging them, exposing their weaknesses, and reminding them who truly runs this place.

His voice oozes with condescension.

Grayson Waller: EC3, thank you for granting me the platform I rightfully deserve. You've made a wise choice in recognizing my magnificence. So, mark your calendars, because next week, you'll be treated to an evening of pure brilliance, courtesy of none other than the future himself.

He adjusts his shirt once more, his expression smug.

Grayson Waller: Oh, and to all my fellow superstars out there, prepare yourselves. The spotlight will be shining on each and every one of you, and trust me, I'll be exposing your flaws for the world to see. This, my friends, is The Grayson Waller Effect, and it's about to change the game forever.

Waller walks away confidently as the boos echo in the background, leaving the crowd in a mix of irritation and anticipation for the upcoming debut episode.




As there’s a break in the Summerslam action, things head elsewhere where familiar and beloved faces are seen but one of those faces looks rather glum.



Jones: I can’t believe that rat bastard got away from us again, Moondog. How long have we been trying to catch Invisible Stan now? And how long do we have to keep trying until we finally succeed?



Moondog: A fine series of questions, my journalistic compatriot. Unfortunately I don’t have the answers, but hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. We’ll find him. Right, guys?

The camera pans out to show Rhino and Heath Slater sitting on the other side of Moondog.



Heath Slater: I don’t know, baby. I hate to see Jones beat up on himself too but it might be time to face the fact that trying to find an invisible person is impossible.



Rhino: Gore.



Heath Slater: Good idea, buddy. Hey Shao Kahn, what do you think of Jaytherious and LeCavlier’s pursuit of Invisible Stan?



Shao Kahn: YOU SUCK!

Heath Slater: Well so much for that.



Jones: Where the hell did he even come from? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m hanging up the aviators. Someone else can track that son of a…

Jones is suddenly cut off.



Scoops McCallahan: Well isn't this just the saddest sausage party I've ever seen. Eighteen months we've been on this case now - that's two consecutive pregnancies worth of sleepless nights, dead ends, hot leads, cold cases and lukewarm coffee and all you four can do is stand around and mope about. I'd be sick to my stomach if I hadn't already puked out my lunch because that's the price I gotta pay to keep this hourglass body ticking.

Jones: Get off our back, Scoops, you thousand-year-old hag! Its not like you've been any help this whole time. God only knows how much evidence you've turned a blonde eye to, ya textbook ditz.

McCallahan: Bite a dick, Jones, and make it your own, you twenty-three-ribber. Nobody's worked this one harder than me!

Jones: OH YEAH?!?!

McCallahan: YEAH!

Two aggressive sexual tension is bursting at the seems as the rival journalists get nose-to-nose. Are they gonna kiss or fist fight? The others stands back, not wanting to get involved, but before things can escalate, who pops up from outta nowhere right in between them? Its Yikes Carumba of course!



Carumba: Hey gang! Who's got four eyes and just got brand new glasses?

She points to her own face enthusiastically.

Carumba: This guy!

Rhino: Gore.

Carumba: Thanks baby! I agree! These ones are the best ones yet!

Jones: Dammit Yikes, we were in the middle of

Carumba: Wait... my braces are tingling! I can feel a RUMOR coming on!

Yikes rubs her braces sensually. Her eyes roll back into her skull and her voice drops an octave with the prophecy of some hot gos.

Carumba: DID YOU KNOW THAT BRONSON REED ISN'T ACTUALLY AUSTRALIAN? ONE SOURCE WHO HAS KNOWN THE COLOSSUS SINCE CHILDHOOD CLAIMS HE'S TOTALLY FAKING THE ACCENT BECAUSE HE THINKS ITS QUOTE "WAY SEXIER" THAN HIS REGULAR VOICE WHICH ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE DEXTER FROM DEXTER'S LAB?!?

She pulls out of the coma state with a gasp and immediately starts tweeting about the unverified news.



LeCavlier: I feel like you're getting further and further from the mark every time we these sclusies, Yikes, and by extension, straying further from God.



McCallahan: Uggggh! You're all driving me crazy. I can't take this anymore I'm outta here.

Scoops whips around and storms off in the other direction, accidentally bumping into somebody as she goes.

McCallahan: Oh. Excuse me. Pardon me. I... hey... wait a sec...

There's nobody there. At least, they can't see anybody there. She bumped into thin air. That could only mean...



Jones: Oh...



LeCavlier: My...



Rhino: Gore...

Slater: Its Invisible Stan! Get him!

The gang all dives towards the spot where Invisible Stan is...

Invisible Dan: I’m not Invisible Stan! I’m Invisible Dan! Unhand me at once!

There’s a silence amongst them.

Heath Slater: Are you Invisible Stan now?

The others facepalm as they let Invisible Dan go.

Heath Slater: Well, Jones, sorry we couldn’t renew your journalistic spirit.



Jones: Oddly enough, that scuffle just now really got the adrenaline going. I can’t hang up the aviators now, there’s an invisible dickhead to catch!

With that, the journalists and their friends head off on their next adventure. But they left someone behind…



Sting: Well I guess it’s just you and me, Darby.

Darby Allin: I’m going to do a kick flip!

Summerslam, like a skateboard, rolls on!






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

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




As the sound of metal clashing echoes around the building, “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek starts to play and out from behind the curtain steps the reigning UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. With the title belt strapped around his waist, The Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp and after taking a moment to stop and look at the ground, he tilts his head up and raises both fists in sync with two fire pyrotechnics either side of him.



The master of the Claymore walks down the ramp and upon reaching the end makes a turn towards the steel ring steps. After taking a brief pause, he smacks the top of them with his open right hand, not once, but twice, before climbing up and entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside, McIntyre heads for the opposite turnbuckle, climbs to the top rope, unclips the title and perches for a moment before raising it high into the air with his right hand. As more fire pyro goes off from the stage, McIntyre dropping back down to the mat and unclips his ring coat with his spare hand in anticipation for the upcoming contest to begin.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is schedule for one fall and it is for the UWF Championship! Introducing first the challenger, accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... the winner of 2023 King of the Ring Tournament, Kyle O'Reilly!

Kyle doesn't react much, just keeping his eyes forward on Drew as he shadow boxes a bit.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent, From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!

Drew lifts the title high above his head, showing Kyle just how high he'll have to go if he intends to dethrone him. He hands the title over to the ref who raises it high for all to see. He hands it over to Chimel and calls for the bell!




DING DING DING


Both men walk right to the center of the ring and Kyle starts kicking at Drew's legs. McIntyre is trying to maintain his distance for a bit but Kyle keeps landing kicks. He finally just powers through it and grabs Kyle by the head and bulldozes him into the corner. The ref starts a 5 count but Drew does as much damage as he can in those short 5 seconds with a flurry or punches. He then grabs Kyle by the arm and whips him to the other corner where he gives him a Running Splash! He grabs his face with one hand and tells him he's never going to amount to anything. Kyle retaliates with another kick to the thigh that makes Drew turn away to get away. Kyle ends up cutting him down with a Chop Block to the back of the leg!


Mauro Ranallo: A good strategy to keep the bigger man grounded.

Corey Graves: It doesn't matter what Kyle does. Drew McIntyre isn't going to let his reign end to this delusional idiot.

Tom Phillips: Well that delusional idiot outlasted 7 other men to become the King of the Ring.

Corey Graves: A broken clock is right twice a day.

Tom Phillips: But he won three matches.

Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips!


Drew turns over to his back to protect himself. Kyle grabs the leg and goes to lock in another hold but the long legs and power of McIntyre helps him use his other leg to upkick and nail Kyle right in the face. Drew gets to his feet, albeit a little slower. Kyle runs right at him and connects with a Jumping Knee to the chest! Drew stumbles back into the corner where Kyle backs away and then comes full sprint with the Speed Wolf Annihilator! He kicks Drew's feet out from under him and he falls to a seated position. He follows that up with the Surrey Shot Caller! He then drags Drew out of the corner and makes the pin!



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Drew kicks out!


Corey Graves: All that and it only gets him a 1 count.

Mauro Ranallo: Kyle has beaten big men before, his series with Batista being a stand out in perseverance but Drew McIntyre might be a completely different story.

Corey Graves: Batista had his vanity to worry about. Drew McIntyre is just straight power of destruction.


Drew rolls onto all fours to get back up but Kyle gives him a few Kicks to the chest. McIntyre ends up catching one opf them and standing back up. Kyle tries to swing on him but Drew is just too long for him to reach. The UWF Champion takes the foot he's holding and throws it down hard causing Kyle's upper body to swing forward right into a big Knee Lift from McIntyre! Kyle gets knocked out cold and his body flops and folds awkwardly. Drew laughs and places his boot on his chest, telling the ref to make the count.



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But Kyle awkwardly flails and his shoulder comes up just enough to break the count!


Mauro Ranallo: If Drew McIntyre didn't go for such a lackadaisical cover, this match could have already been over!

Corey Graves: There's no ifs about it, it was a done deal but McIntyre is going to have a bit more fun with his food.


Drew grabs Kyle by the head and pulls him up. He's body is limp, his knees shaking as they struggle to keep him upright. Drew lifts him onto his shoulders. Kyle starts to fight back with Elbows to the side of the head enough that Drew drops him to the side. Kyle ends up buckling under his own weight, his legs still not quite working but he's conscious. He uses the ropes to help pull himself up but Drew is there to Clothesline him out of the ring! O'Reilly manages to hang on and pick himself up again. His legs are shaking as he tries to get some feeling back in them. Drew turns around and sees him. He runs at him once more but this time Kyle fires back with a Forearm to the face and stumbles Drew back a few paces. Kyle springboards onto the ropes and comes off with the Codebreaker!


Mauro Ranallo: Game Shark!

Corey Graves: He's going to need cheat codes to get past the Destroyer.


Kyle lays back, using the time to rest while Drew turns over and crawls to the corner. Kyle sees this and lets out a deep sigh, knowing he needs to get back up. He sits up and scoots over to the corner where he uses the ropes once more to get up. Drew is getting up so Kyle takes off again for the Speed Wolf Annihilator but Drew catches him with a Big Boot! Drew picks him up right away and delivers a Spike Piledriver! Kyle goes limp once more and Drew turns him over to make the pin.



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O'Reilly kicks out! Drew brings him back up and hooks both arms in the double underhook. Bayley yells for her step bro in a show of support and it awaken Kyle enough to run forward and ram Drew back first into the corner. Kyle gives him a few Shoulder Thrusts but Drew Elbows him in the back over and over and then lifts him up in a powerbomb position. Kyle ends up punching him in the head a few times before slinging over the ropes and grabbing his arm, putting him in a Hanging Cross Armbar! He uses the full 5 count before releasing just in time. Drew turns away grabbing his shoulder and Kyle slides back in behind him. He grabs him at his side and gives him a little Insulin Injection! He makes the pin!



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Another kickout at 1! Kyle doesn't let that bother him. He brings him back up and places him in some double underhooks of his own. Drew however reverses in a different way, instead just powers up and lifts Kyle up with a Back Body Drop. Kyle lands with a hard thud and arches his back in pain but Drew grabs his head and picks him up right away and delivers a Snap Suplex. Kyle ends up rolling out of the ring to try and recover.


Corey Graves: Look at this coward running away.

Tom Phillips: I'm sure if it was Drew you'd call it a smart tactic.

Corey Graves: That's because it would be. Nothing about Kyle screams smart.


Drew doesn't want to give him any time to recover so he goes outside but Bayley walks up and stands in his way. She's got her fist clenched and Drew just laughs. He extends his face out and holds his hands behind his back, telling her she's allowed a free strike. He dares her to punch him and cost her bro the biggest opportunity of his career. Bayley is biting down hard as she resist the urge to knock him clean. Kyle however has climbed onto the apron and comes running off with the Knee right to Drew's face! The Diabetic Dragon throws him back into the ring and rolls back in after him. He waits as Drew is getting to his feet. He turns around and Kyle comes flying in with the Harpoon Torpedo Knee! Drew goes down and Kyle hooks both legs for the deep cover!



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McIntyre kicks out!


Tom Phillips: He got a two count this time!

Corey Graves: Congrats he did something everyone does in a match.

Mauro Ranallo: Dethroning Drew McIntyre is a tall mountain to climb but he's making progress and that's what matters.


Kyle stands up and points to McIntyre's foot. He runs his thumb across the throat and grabs Drew's leg and puts him in the Ankle Lock! The UWF Champion comes alive and yells out in pain. Kyle smiles, knowing his gameplan early on is paying off. Drew however is a lot more powerful than Kyle and starts picking himself up on one leg. Kyle drops and wraps both legs around to his to ground him and it works! For a bit that is. Drew still has lots of power and is able to drag both him and Kyle to the ropes where the ref breaks the hold. Kyle goes to follow up but the ref tells him no since Drew is in the ropes. He's checking on the UWF Champion but McIntyre grabs the ref by the shirt and tells him to get out of his face. A bad idea for a few reasons, the first one being that Kyle runs over and gives him a Running Knee to the face! He follows that up by bringing him away from the corner in the clinch, giving him knees to the face until he shoves him off. Kyle gives him a Calf Kick followed by a Jumping Muy Thai Knee Lift and then Sweeps his legs right out from under him. With Drew on his back, O'Reilly grabs his legs and turns him over to place him in the Aspertamer!


Mauro Ranallo: And now we're really seeing Kyle slow down The Destroyer with his submission holds.

Corey Graves: Yeah that's cool and all but you're never going to see a guy named The Destroyer submit to anyone.

Tom Phillips: He may not but it will severely weaken him for the rest of this match.


Drew doesn't have as much room to power himself up with most of his body lifted up. His face is pinned down by Kyle's knee and so he reaches up as best ha can and grabs Kyle's knee. O'Reilly looks surprised and we all are as Drew is able to somehow slowly lift his knee up off his neck enough for him to tuck his head and roll through and kick Kyle away. The Human Swiss Army Knife is called that for a reason and he goes right back after him with a new plan of attack. He goes for a pump Kick as Drew is getting up and it connects but doesn't take the big man down. Kyle runs to the ropes to build up some momentum but McIntyre catches him with the Lifting Sitout Spinebuster into the pin!



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O'Reilly kicks out! Both men lay back but the ref drops down to make another count on account of Kyle's legs laying over Drew's. McIntyre quickly pops his shoulder up before the 1 count and crawls away to the corner. O'Reilly does the same and they both get to their feet at about the same time. Kyle comes over and throws a few kicks to the legs of Drew and he winces with each hit. Kyle goes for one more but Drew ducks to catch it only Kyle instead only feinted it and connects with a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head! Drew falls to his knees and the Canadian Psycho gets him in the underhooks before flipping him over for the Butterfly Suplex. He keeps the hands interlocked and gets back to his feet to hit another. He rolls over once more to complete the Stampede of the Butterflies! He floats over for the pin!



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McIntyre kicks out! Kyle gets up and walks around the ring with his arms wide open. Drew is slowly getting up and Kyle pulls out the Dragon Dagger. The fans all chant the iconic tune to the hit TV show and Kyle moves in for the Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon. Drew however prevents him from interlocking his hands and instead nails him with a Back Elbow! Kyle stumbles over to the corner and McIntyre lifts him up to the top rope. Kyle fights back with a few strikes and then kicks Drew in the face. McIntyre turns around from the impact and Kyle wraps his legs around Drew's neck, trying to choke him out. Drew comes out of the corner with Kyle on his shoulders like an Electric Chair. Kyle leans back for a Poisonrana but Drew keeps him upside down. He then pulls him forward to give him the Reverse Alabama Slam! Kyle is spiked right on his face and Drew turns him over to make the pin.


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Kyle kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Kyle O'Reilly is putting up a hell of a fight but the UWF Champion keeps finding answers.

Corey Graves: What did you expect, he's the UWF Champion for a reason. The man destroyed a God to win that title. What's a Canadian dork going to do?


The Destroy walks over to the corner and leans down, waiting and measuring Kyle as he starts to get back up. Bayley is yelling at her step bro to watch out but it doesn't seem like Kyle is all there right now. He turns around and Drew takes off looking for the Claymore Kick! Kyle ends up ducking it and McIntyre lands on his back. He turns over goes to get back up but Kyle delivers and Axe Kick to the back of his head and then the Rolling Elbow to complete the Ax and Smash combination! The impact has spun Drew around and Kyle ends up propping him up on his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. From there he hits the Ogopogo! Drew falls back on his knees from the impact and Kyle runs to the ropes, bouncing off them to nail the Orange Slice! He makes the pin!



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McIntyre kicks out! Kyle brings him back up and grabs him from the side. He lift him up the air to set up the Point Break but McIntyre flips over and lands on his feet. Kyle turns around and eats a Glasgow Kiss! He's out like a light but still on his feet. He's stumbling around and throwing weak ineffective punches that are nowhere close to landing. Drew just smiles and scoops him up on his shoulders. He then throws him in the air for the Fireman's Carry Gutbuster! He rolls on the ground holding his ribs as Drew takes some time to recover.


Corey Graves: And just like that, our illustrious World Champion is back in the driver's seat.

Mauro Ranallo: You have to admit though, this is a lot harder than Drew McIntyre pictured.

Corey Graves: I don't have to admit anything! The Destroyer is just making an example out of Kyle. Don't come for the Scottish Warrior.


Kyle is starting to get back up and so Drew does the same. He's got more in him than O'Reilly and just casually walks over and gives him a Knee Lift to further hurt his ribs. Kyle falls to a knee and Drew just laughs. He tells him that's nothing compared to him and that he's about to end his career. Kyle suddenly pops up and gives him a Mortal Kombat style Uppercut! Drew ends up stumbling back a few paces and Kyle follows that up with a Bicycle Kick! Drew gets knocked into the ropes and Kyle comes flying back at with a Jumping Knee Strike and both men go tumbling to the outside!


Mauro Ranallo: O'Reilly is not afraid to put his body on the line to get the job done.

Corey Graves: Yeah but you can't win the Championship on the outside. He's an idiot.


Both men are sprawled out on the floor and Bayley rushes over to help her bro up. Kyle lifts up just enough to tell her to stop. This is something he has to do himself. Bayley understands and backs off while Kyle struggles to get to his feet. McIntyre is doing the same but O'Reilly kicks his thigh causing him to buckle to a knee. He follows that up with a Pump Knee to the face and then throws Drew back into the ring. The UWF Champion looks dazed and Kyle slides back in after him. He grabs his head and kicks off the corner for the Tornado DDT but hangs on as he lifts Drew back to his feet to hit the Brainbuster!


Mauro Ranallo: Halo 2! The best one!

Tom Phillips: Personally, I can't wait to see Kyle whip out a Halo 3 sometime.

Corey Graves: Quit arguing about video games you children! Kick out Drew!


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McIntyre kicks out! Kyle once again stands behind Drew as he's getting up. He pulls out the Dragon Flute once more but McIntyre turns around and Clothesline him in one fell swoop! He bends down and grabs Kyle's arm to pull him back up into a Short Arm Clothesline! He keeps a hold of the arm and pulls him back up for another but Kyle ducks it and runs to the ropes. He bounces off the ropes but gets caught with the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! The UWF Champion makes the pin!



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Kyle kicks out! Drew kneels over him and grabs his head with his left hand and starts punching him in the face with his right. The ref gets on him for the closed fists and so Drew brings him right back up and hugs him close before throwing him behind with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Kyle bounces off the mat with a sick thud and Drew hooks the leg for the cover.



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O'Reilly kicks out! Drew sits up onto his knees and shakes his head. He stands up and stomps down on the midsection of Kyle and starts grinding his boot into his stomach, giving a new meaning to getting deep in them guts. Kyle sits up from the pain and just straight up bites down on Drew's leg to get him off of him. Drew pulls away and Kyle goes to get up but The Destroyer hugs him tight once again and executes the Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge!


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O'Reilly kicks out yet again!


Mauro Ranallo: No matter what he throws at O'Reilly, he just can't seem to slay the Dragon!

Corey Graves: Kyle isn't a Dragon he's a whelp. Sweeney was the Dragon.

Tom Phillips: Dragon's have to start somewhere and after he wins the UWF Championship, he will be the face of the company.

Corey Graves: The face of ineptitude if you ask me. The day he becomes the face of UWF, this company goes under, trust me.


Drew is looking pissed as all heck. He takes a page out of Kyle's book and goes for the full mount but instead of palm strikes, it's straight punches to the face. The ref makes the count but Drew doesn't stop at 5. He keeps pummeling O'Reilly and the ref goes to call for the bell but Bayley hops on the apron and grans his arm as he's about to make the ring bell motion. She tells him not to and Drew turns to look at her. His anger turns to happiness as he sees the look on ehr face. He gets off of Kyle and pulls him up, hooking both arms. He looks right into Bayley's eyes as he hits the Future Shock DDT! for what seems like the tenth time this match, Kyle's body goes limp and Drew flips him over, putting his forearm in his face with a smile on his own as he makes the pin.



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But the Diabetic Dragon lives on! His should rises up just in time and Drew is livid. He runs over to knocks Bayley off the apron, causing her to go tumbling into the barricade. She let out a yell when she was hit and Kyle's eyes opened wide. He starts shaking and slowly rises to his feet, hyping himself up. Drew walks over and decks him up O'Reilly doesn't go down. He's got the spirit of the dragon in him. He strikes back with a flurry of offense, hitting him with multiple Palm Strikes and a Jumping Forearm to the face that knocks Drew backwards into the ropes but he comes right off them and delivers a Claymore! O'Reilly gets turned inside out as Drew hooks both legs for a deep cover!



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A kickout at 1!


Corey Graves: WHAT!?

Mauro Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly refuses to stay down!

Tom Phillips: I don't think I've ever seen anything like this!

Corey Graves: He's just a stubborn idiot who is throwing his own livelihood away and for what? He's going to lose anyways.



Kyle kicked out with such force that he flipped himself over onto his stomach. Not a great position as Drew steps over and tangles his legs up to get him in the Iron Maiden. Kyle however catches his arms before they can wrap around his head and seems to actually be overpowering Drew. The Destroyer has a look of shock on his face and Kyle manages to slip his left arm free and starts punching the UWF Champion over and over until he backs off. Kyle gets to his feet but he's all wobbly. He throws a few chest kicks to Drew but McIntyre throws some strikes back. They knock Kyle back a few paces but he just comes back an an even harder kick. that causes him to buckle to his knees. Kyle then runs at him feinting the Shining Wizard and instead nailing him with the Mixed Heritage Margin of Error! He falls down and is unable to make the cover.

Both men look spent but Drew manages to sit up. He looks over at Kyle who hasn't moved and ends up getting to his feet. Kyle suddenly kips up and starts nailing the UWF Champion with another flurry of strikes followed by a Jumping Forearm Smash to the face. Drew gets turned around from the pure impact and Kyle wraps his arms around him in the full nelson before exploding his hips back into the Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon! He's got him in the bridge for the pin!



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McIntyre pops the shoulder up just in time! Kyle gets to his feet and stands over him. He grabs the Champion by the back of his trunks and pulls him up. He gets one arm through in a half nelson, then gets the second one to gear up for another Blue Eyes Diabetic Dragon! He pops the hips but Drew flips over and lands on his feet. He stumbles back into the ropes and Kyle rushes back to his feet but McIntyre has bounces off them and connects with another Claymore! Kyle is turned inside out one more time but gets up immediately! His fists are shaking and he's moving on pure will power but Drew just hits a third Claymore! Drew grabs his leg and flips him over and decides to not give him any chance of kicking out and instead places him in the Iron Maiden! If the lights weren't out from 3 Claymores then he's done now and the ref has no choice but to call for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by submission, and STILL the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre!




Bayley comes in and checks on her brother. Drew pays no attention to her, already looking out for the next challenger and daring any would be contenders.


Mauro Ranallo: It took 3 Claymores and the Iron Maiden for Drew to finally keep Kyle down but still he didn't submit.

Corey Graves: Who cares. His body gave out on him and now Drew McIntyre needs to look forward to a real challenger, the Forever Champion Sami Zayn.

Tom Phillips: OR THE WARHORSE BROTHER!

Mauro Ranallo: Whoever it is, they'll need to find a good strategy because when it comes to a straight fight, I think Drew may be damn near unstoppable.


Bayley is helping Kyle to the back as Drew celebrates and the show comes to an end.


END OF SHOW


Credits

Zayn vs Ospreay - Chase
LWO vs Mafia - CWalker
Money in the Bank - Dresden
Marseglia vs Wyatt - Fauche
Reed vs Hayter, O'Reilly vs McIntyre - Danny

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[Jye]

How did Fauche know that Bronson is using a fake Australian accent? I should sue for defamation. Good to see Lee back and attacking Marseglia wonder what this means for poor Leyton. I can't wait to see the feud thats been bubbling for months at this point (between Lee and Marseglia) to take flight.

Congratulations to Hayter can't say I am disappointed to lose the match but I have ideas where to go from here regarding Bronson, maybe a voice reveal aye?.

Good stuff from everyone, I hope one day I can get back to doing full reviews because it sucks only focusing on such a small part when everyone had something noteworthy to mention. Good stuff and great showing from all.

[Cwalker]

Good to see Trevor Lee back in the fold. Welcome back bro. Great all around effort from everyone involved. Drew has some challengers coming from every angle. Big wins for Dre’s, Warhorse and Willy. Can’t wait to see the fallout

[Dres]

The Dose is coming later on but I wanted to leave a comment and give big ups to everyone involved in delivering another great pay-per-view! Thank you all!

[George]

Well this is the one you’ve all been waiting for! Summerfest-slam-extravaganza! Boom. Clap. Sound of my heart. The beat goes on-an-on-an-on-an-on-on. A lot of notable bits! Sure people will go into depths of every facet that went down but I am merely a person and can only comment on so much in a sitting but obviously gotta show my respects as I am a very inept match writer so can only ring praises for everyone who’s done that on this show.

Honestly had no idea the Reed/Hayter feud was for the Prime Time championship, shows how much I’m paying attention. Big dubs for Hayter, that has the potential to defend it enough to have a big blowoff match with Crann’s Orange Cassidy, which I think is a very dynamic take on the character of OC.

Obviously a massive shame TrentSevenn’s Ospreay isn’t about anymore, I think it'd be really cool if they come back through with that character whenever they’re back around as Ospreay is a nice character to have in a fed. Do feel a weird kinship with her as a person genuinely within the fed so it is just a shame they’re not talking the trash with all of us folk currently. The Sami Zayn rule in full effect, gonna end up having a year long title run at this rate.

I do find multiman tag championship matches in real life like the stipulation for LwO vs The Mafia quite interesting. Does really set an easy transition into a feud like obviously is being done with Balor and Dominick so that’s fun.

Super cool that I somehow managed to win MITB! Kinda shocked myself so can’t imagine how everyone else feels lol but nevertheless is pretty cool and sets up a lot of potential avenues for what I’ve set up as a character with Warhorse in the past few months I’ve been back and think it should be an exciting future with the character! Hoping to make this a pretty long run so hopefully I don’t end up in any dead ends I can’t weasel my way outta.

I was hotly anticipating this Last Heart Beating match because I genuinely didn’t know how it was going to be dealt with considering Bray Wyatt’s passing of a heart attack like 4 days ago, but felt like not only did it do justice to Rey’s run as B-Rey but was respectful enough to the real life passing. I had a slight feeling we weren’t going to write off Vinny Marseglia just yet as he’s probably at least top 5 UWF Characters of all time if we’re being real with ourselves and this match was very cinematic, a lot of depth within and the return at the end with Leedles’ Trevor Lee coming back through is very cool.

As well as this, a nice little Drew McIntyre retains to cap the show off which is very nice. Shame we don’t have a KO’R World Title run going now but nevertheless nice that we’re continuing this McIntyre run.

[AndyDNU]

Forget your 'real' Summerslam and your All In malarky. Here's where the real show is at! Big shout out to Rey for putting those awesome match cards together.

Really enjoyed reading the opening bout and big congrats to Hayter for picking up the win and the PTM to boot. Well deserved but I don't think anything should be taken away from Jye who's still been doing some nice work with Reed and will hopefully be able to regain the momentum in the not too distant future.

It's a shame that Ospreay has dropped off after having a nice little hot spell earlier in the year, but we get a nice little sequence of events where he still tries to overcome Zayn and goons but to no avail. Sami comes out looking dominant and now the Forever champ is going to get his shot at the UWF gold.

Some good old fashioned faction warfare up next and the twist on whoever gets the winning fall leaves as the TV Champ was played into really well. I could have seen the LWO winning this in order to allow Willy a chance to move up the card, but he retains on this occasion but potentially has some nice in-house tension material to build on following Dom's involvement in proceedings.

Hats off to everyone in the MITB match that contributed to the weekly round setup. You all did a fantastic job and it made for some great reading. Not the easiest of matches to write I imagine but hats off to Dres for putting this together. Some neat spots and good to see the guys I expected to do well getting a nice showing throughout. In the end it's Warhorse who brings it home and kudos to George for the win. I wasn't around for Warhorse's first run but it's been a blast to see him this time around and this win will only inspire more confidence I'm sure.

LHB next and this is quite possibly match of the night or maybe even the year. Loved the poetic style opening from commentary which created a real big match feel from the word go. I don't know whether it was intentional or not but to have it feel like The Fiend was competing instead of Bray Wyatt was perhaps the right call to make in lieu of his irl passing the other day and the specific name and nature of this match in question. The fire and angry mob sequence was insane and another example of just how creative a writer Fauche can be in these sorts of contests. Ultimately it's Vinny who prevails and gives himself a nice 2-0 record for this match, but perhaps we get the biggest shock of the night with Trevor Lee returning to the mix and setting his sights on the Horror King. Welcome back Leedles.

Really enjoyed the main event action and a great reflection on the work that Fauche and I put in to what was a really fun and testing thread, so thank you Danny for your efforts on this one. I'm thrilled to have won but I would not have been disheartened in defeat as the experience of getting to work this programme has been a joy in itself. Whether it's O'Reilly and McIntyre again or one/two different wrestling entities, I hope we get to work something together and tear it up once more.

A lot of good promos on offer as usual. O'Reilly's highlight reel and narration worked really well along with the continuation of Leyton's therapy sessions. And of course we can't forget the traditional feature of Moondog, Scoops, Yikes etc which always delivers. The inclusion of Shao Kahn on this occasion was wonderful.

Once again there's so much cool to look forward to with a Vinny/Lee feud now set to commence, a new PTM holder and UWF title no.1 contender confirmed, plus a MITB holder now inserted into the mix, and that's just scratching the surface of it all. Gonna be a fun we weeks ahead around these parts. Thanks again to everyone for contributing to a super Summerslam.

[Chase]

Thank you Dresden for writing Money in the Bank. Multi man ladder matches are hard to write so thanks for doing that. I ain't gonna lie felt like I threw the perfect game leading up to this match and somewhere down the line I must have missed because this loss stunk lol. Oh well I am sure Reigns will find a feud somewhere as I have done well in TTs and promos setting up feuds with some of the other competitors. Congrats George be wise with that briefcase.

The last heart beat match was insane to read. I really enjoyed it and that was probably my match of the night that I read the post match was insane. Welcome back to Leedles.

The UWF title match man it felt good reading that thread and seeing why these two men were in this spot. My rooting interest was in Fauche as his O'Reilly and the evolution of the character has been great. Though Andy gets a huge defense with Drew. Now he has Dannys Sami Zayn up next. I know there is the Sami Zayn rule but I say scrap it and let's get a good thread out of it.

My only bummer on the show was promos were kind of lacking. I felt we could have gotten a lot more promos to space out the matches. Otherwise everything else was great.

[Fauche]

Gonna save all my juicey hot takes and slickest disses for the POD unless calamity strikes again this year and just heap some praises right here right now.

Jye with the Bronson promo and here's the two things I like about it the first is that its just him talking smack and then BAM he's walking right out to the ring. Seamless transition. The second is that he's calling the Prizz Tizz Mizzle the Prime Time Medallion - that's MEDALLION not Medal which is hella fussy and I thrive off if.

Its going down. Mauro's shouting TIMBURRRRRR. Jaime Hayter is our new PTM'ist. Shout out to Jaime. We all like Jaime. Invaluable asset to the gang these days. Good luck with your new Medallion. I kinda thought maybe with Lee coming back and Buzzard teasing that tease that this might be a curtain call for ol' Bronson but now Jye's got me thinking that isn't the case so looking forward to whatever he does with whoever next.

Gonna scooch past this Bray promo and talk about it more later.

Of course its the bummer of all bummers that TrentSevenn is out of action for the time being. Maybe they will be back soon, maybe not, maybe with Ospreay, maybe not, but if they pull up with Young Willy again, there's the rematch waiting right there for ya. And what's great is that its written as equal parts perfect set-up for that or also as a total blow-off match that got rid of Will forever. Either way!

Every now and then we have to shame someone out of using a font colour and now its Willy with this caucasian pink for Renee Young. Brah my eyes are trash you got me squinting like the dickens out here. And then Dom pulls up in the faintest of purples. Robust shades! We need robust! But besides all that I think this promo is excellent and I love that you're feuding with yourself. I think this Mafia inner turmoil is one of the best things we got going, love the booking going into this match and Balor screwing Dom out of the win. Also shoutouts to Jimmy even tho we got beef on account of he no-showed UCFW.

Roman Reigns promo with that oldschool mentality, putting over future opponents as greats so you can look even better in beating them. Every week I come out here and talk about how friggin rad Chase's Reigns is. I don't have anything new to ad I just like it lots and so too should you.

Gonna talk about Mac down the line but shout out to Stokely for sitting out the Biggest Part of the Summer to sell the poisoning.

WARHORSE using the ASS RULER to set up his winning the MITB after Dres BURIED that SAME MOVE last MONTH. 50/50 booking.

Also tho big ol congrats to George for taking our beloved WARHORSE to what has to be his biggest win ever. Given them promos leading up to this show I was worried what a L might do to WH's psyche but no worries about that cause he cleared out a real strong field to get the ultimate ticket-puncher. Is he gonna be sneaky about it or is our dude gonna announce ahead of time? Who's to say?!?!

This Wyatt / Marseglia match was weird as heck to write, probably had a harder time getting it going than any one I've ever done. Given the everything about it, wouldn't begrudge anyone for breezing past it but I super appreciate the feedback above just to know that the idea of celebrating the character was conveyed. I'd been chomping at the bit to do the goriest gorefest ever but had to pivot to something more character-driven, and wasn't sure how to approach that at all until I saw Rey's promo, which ended up being the absolute northstar for this whole thing. Its a really really well written sort of memorial for Bray and his interpretation of the character, who has been one of the best we've ever had here. Him and Dres had an unreal thread, its the first time Rey's gone full tilt in a minute and dude's still got it. But also Vinny's Vinny and Dres is as excellent as excellent gets. The whole post-match was Leedles, def stoked to have him back in the mix to finally get the Mayor v Marseglia feud that's been teased for forever.

Main event was incredible, super exciting match, all kinds of big moves (we're talking maybe the first time ever there was two - count 'em TWO - Speed Wolf Annihilators, plus the Ogopogo and the Mixed Heritage Margin of Error). Big thanks to Danny for writing an absolute banger. Kyle looking tough as nails in surviving a beatdown for long time, Drew looking like a killer in victory. A monster heel only works when the dude playing his is talented and consistent cause you gotta keep them results up and Andy is mos def the guy to pull it off. Enjoyed the heck out of this feud, had fun in that thread even though I'm pretty sure I got trounced up in there. We got viable contenders up the wazzoo but Mac's gonna be a tough outing for anyone and everyone.

Thanks to them other writers for writing. Don't forget to write matches sometimes! Catch me on that POD.

[Dres]

Instead of The Dose, I’ve decided to just post another comment. Gotta get that post count up, brother! Plus you can catch more of my thoughts on the UWFCast, baybay!

Pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen the PTM called a Medallion instead of a Medal but that’s not a knock, just an observation.

Creative way for the Television Championship to be defended. Dissension in The Mafia in their promo and in the match outcome. DUN DUN DUN!

The MITB was a challenging task but I’m glad I wrote it and no one hated it. Lol

LHB2 was amazing. My hat is off to Danny for booking it, Fauche for writing it, and Rey for being a great opponent throughout this feud. Can’t wait to run with this next feud with Leedles.

Fauche now joins me as a fellow KOTR winner that lost the contendership match. Congrats to Andy on the retain.

Cassidy/Hayter, Zayn/McIntyre, Vinny/Trevor. Some damn good matches coming up, folks!