Revolution 9/14/23

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



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: It's Champion versus Medal holder in our main event when Drew McIntyre goes up against Jamie Hayter.

Corey Graves: This is Hayter's shot at the big time but nobody has been able to stop Drew McIntyre. That is nobody until Sami Zayn gets his chance and he'll be joining us at commentary for that match. I can't wait!

Mauro Ranallo: I'm sure you can't but one thing I'm looking out for is the rivalry renewed. Kyle O'Reilly takes on Vinny Marseglia in a match up with a lot of history.

Tom Phillips: Speaking of history, LA Knight collides with Orange Cassidy for the 3rd time. Can he come up with a win this time?

Mauro Ranallo: And if that wasn't enough to wet your whistle, we got Bronson Reed taking on Rey Mysterio and The Mighty Caleb makes his debut against the Television Champion Finn Balor! All that and more on tonight's Revolution!




I’M BAAAACK!



Corey Graves: What the hell?!

Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GOD! COULD IT BE?

Tom Phillips: It is, guys! That’s Eric Bischoff, himself! What in the world could he be doing here?


Bischoff steps out from behind the curtain as there is a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. I say it is mixed, but that’s just wishful thinking as the chorus of boos drastically drown out the cheers. Bischoff has his classic grin as he begins pointing to the crowd.

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Bischoff stops midway down the ramp to shake hands or give the classic nWo handshake. He attempts to high five a few members of the crowd who leave him hanging, so he changes his mind and heads on to the ring. As he enters the ring he reaches for a microphone, but continues taunting the crowd. He begins bowing over and over to the members of the front row who are adamantly expressing their dislike of the man. He is eating up every second of it before he slowly raises his microphone as the music fades away.

Bischoff: God! It’s great to be back in….where the hell are we, again?

The crowd erupts in boos at this.

Corey Graves: Well, I guess some things just never change.

Bischoff: I’m kidding! Geez! It seriously is great to be back inside a UWF ring, all jokes aside. But, the best part is being in front of all of you loyal UWF fans. Annnnd…you know…I have nothing but love for ALL of you!

Bischoff points to the crowd yet again as he is met with a chorus of boos.

Mauro Ranallo: These people certainly aren’t holding back their feelings for Mr. Bischoff. I can’t help but wonder why exactly he is here, though?

Bischoff: Man, what I wouldn’t give for Scott to be here right now just to say “one more for the good guys”...Ya know, I could go on and on walking down memory lane all night here with you people. But, I really don’t want to waste too much more airtime without getting to the real meat and ‘taters of this moment here. As each of you know, I am a successful businessman in this sport…so, that allows me to have somewhat of an opinion on certain matters. The matter that I would like to bring to your attention is the matter of the UWF Hall of Fame.

The crowd buzzes with cheers at the mention of the Hall of Fame. Bischoff holds his hand up to motion for the crowd to settle back down.

Bischoff: Hold on, I can assure you that you will not be cheering so willfully once I give you this tragic bit of news

Tom Phillips: I’m not quite sure if this is him being sincere, or if this is yet another trolling by Bischoff.

Bischoff: I mean, let’s look at some of the illustrious members of the Hall of Fame here in the UWF. There are members such as “Stone Cold” Steve Austin-

Bischoff is cut off by the cheering of the fans.

Bischoff: For the sake of the backstage crew, I will just rush through some more of the names and I just ask you to hold your applause…Dean Ambrose, Cody Rhodes, Bray Wyatt, Rey Misterio, Vinny Marseglia, even my very good friend Larry Sweeney!

Bischoff pauses to allow for the cheering from the fans. He holds up his hand to silence the crowd yet again.

Bischoff: Out of all of those names…there is one name that is sorely missing from that illustrious list. Many of those aforementioned names hold records for different titles…but there is one man who holds a record that is still unbeaten even four years later.

The crowd begins to stir yet again.

Corey Graves: No way! I can’t believe this!

Tom Phillips: This crowd knows EXACTLY who he is referring to and they are on their feet already!

Bischoff: Hold on, hold on! Although the man that I am referring to deserves each and every second of the applause that you are giving to him, there is something else that he deserves that the morons that run this company REFUSE to even attempt to acknowledge him for!

The crowd begins to stir with boos.

Bischoff: Yes! Let them hear you! Let those idiots hear how much you dislike their failures to include the man that I’m referring to into the Hall of Fame!

Mauro Ranallo: I am not denying the accolades of Mr. Bischoff’s former client, but I do not think that this is the best course of action to get that man into the Hall of Fame.

Corey Graves: Oh, come on! You have to agree with Mr. Bischoff! It’s a travesty that his former client isn’t in the Hall of Fame, yet!

Bischoff: Ya know, I had hoped that the next time that I was here in this ring in front of all of you that it would be solely for the purpose of announcing my client as the next inductee to the UWF Hall of Fame. HOWEVER, my hands are tied on that matter, as I am sure my microphone is set to be disconnected within a matter of seconds. So, without further ado…allow me to hand the show over to UWF’s living legend himself, the longest reigning Intercontinental champion in the history of the UWF, former member of the nWo…”Ravishing” Rick Rude!



Bischoff points to the entrance ramp as the iconic theme blares over the PA.

Corey Graves: YES! HE IS HERE!

Tom Philips: Listen to this crowd! Rick Rude was one of the most hated individuals during his tenure here in the UWF, but this crowd is deafening in showing their support for the former Intercontinental champion.

Corey Graves: HEY! Longest reigning Intercontinental Champion!

Mauro Ranallo: Guys, we can argue over semantics later. I’m more interested in learning why exactly Rick Rude is here tonight.

Rick Rude pauses on the entrance ramp soaking in all of the love from the fans in attendance. He rubs his hand over his mustache and grins from ear to ear as he soaks in this reaction. He raises one hand to dab away a tear in his eye.

Mauro Ranallo: Maybe we will finally hear the reason that Rick Rude had to abruptly end his career four years ago!

Corey Graves: I think he just ended the careers of several members of our roster after they realized that he was here tonight!

Rude begins slowly walking down the ramp, still soaking in this crowd’s reaction. Bischoff stands in the ring bowing repeatedly towards Rick Rude. Rick slowly climbs the steps to the ring and pauses once at the top step to soak in a little bit more. Eventually, he steps into the ring with Bischoff. Bischoff goes in for a hug automatically, but Rick Rude holds him off, which pops the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: Uh oh!

Tom Phillips: Something tells me Rick isn’t that pleased with Mr. Bischoff.

Corey Graves: Yet again, your key detective skills amaze me, Tom.

Bischoff looks a bit puzzled as Rude takes the microphone from his hand.

Rude: Eric, I thought we had an agreement not to mention any of that here, tonight? Oh…wait…where are my manners?

He clears his throat and turns to face the crowd.

Rude: What I’d like to have right now…is for all of you fat….out of shape….overweight….inner-city…welfare-driven sweat hogs to keep the noise down while these ladies get what they paid to see, tonight!

The crowd reacts with an unusual cheer for Rude’s classic introduction.

Tom Phillips: Normally he is met with boos as soon as he does this!

Corey Graves: These people have obviously missed this man! As have I!

Rude: You will all have to forgive me, as this is an emotional night for me. I honestly never thought that I would ever step foot in between those ropes ever again. September 26th of 2019 was a life-changing day for me. I woke up that morning and got in the shower, ready to hit the gym. As I was in the shower, I yawned a fairly large yawn and felt this strange popping in my chest. I shrugged it off as I just figured I’m an old dude, it’s probably just my ribs popping as the rest of my bones do any time that I move. However, as the day went on…I began to feel sluggish and my arm began to tingle. I could feel my blood pressure dropping as I was in the gym, which as all of you know should never happen. So I called my wife and explained to her what I was feeling, and she convinced me to head to the Emergency Room at my local hospital. Minutes turned into hours as I sat on that hospital bed, allowing the doctors and the medical professionals to run all sorts of tests and scans on my body. Six hours later, the doctor entered my room. He stuck out his hand for me to shake it and said very grimly “I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. The head of cardiothoracic surgery will be in here in just a moment to deliver some very grim news to you. I just want to wish you the best of luck, my prayers will be with you and your entire family.” So, I shrugged that off, I’m a man who has beat incredible odds before…just look at all of my accolades in this business. Then, the head of cardiothoracic surgery pops in and takes a seat by my side. “Rick, I’m about to send you out in an air lift to the best cardio thoracic surgeon in the state. He isn’t the best in the country, but you don’t have the time to wait for the surgery that you’re going to need. As the other doctor was looking at the results of your various tests, I happened to look and see something disturbing. So, we ran a few more tests to confirm my theory. You have what is called a Aortic Dissection. Essentially, an explosion went off inside your chest where your aortic valve is located and the pressure blew a hole in your aortic valve. The surgery needed to repair this is an extremely risky surgery. I would tell you the chances of you surviving this surgery, but all that is based on the age group of the people that this event usually occurs. Normally, this happens to elderly people in their 70s and 80s. At that age, the survival rate is at best 10%.

Rick stops for a moment and wipes his hand over his face, collecting himself.

Mauro Ranallo: Dear god…

Rude: He went on, “The other people who find themselves in this predicament are either electrocuted or in a car accident that involves some blunt force trauma. I’ve looked at your records and reviewed your health over the years and I can say that based on your lifestyle and your history of high blood pressure, that it has caused this issue. You’re relatively young for this to happen as natural causes, so I would say that your chances of surviving this surgery are greater than the standard 10%...but it will be a long, long, long road to recovery for you if you do survive, and I cannot stress this next part enough…you must retire from in ring competition.

Rude stops again, choking back the grief. Bishoff places a hand on his shoulder.

Corey Graves: It all makes sense now…damn

Tom Phillips: Well, he obviously survived the surgery! But is this his way of telling us that he’s had to retire?

Rude: As you can clearly see, I am standing here before each and everyone of you so I beat those odds and made a full recovery. During my surgery they had to detach the blood flow to my brain. It took me at least a year to regain my full lucidity to perform daily tasks. There was also nerve damage to my right arm, which took at least two years to regain full functionality. It was another three years before I could step foot into the gym. It was a long and grueling road to recovery for me, as well as for my family-

Crowd: THANK YOU, RICK! THANK YOU, RICK! THANK YOU, RICK!

Rude is cut off by the crowd showering him with their love and admiration.

Mauro Ranallo: Listen to this capacity crowd, showing their love and support for the former Intercontinental champion!

Rude soaks in the chants before wiping at his eyes. Bischoff pats him on the shoulder.

Rude: You all will never know just how much that means to me, to hear each of you chanting that to me! It warms this heart of mine to no end…but if you wouldn’t mind, I’ve still got quite a bit left to say. Anyways, as any of you well know, the physique of “Ravishing” Rick Rude was one to just simply marvel at. But my surgery took a toll on this ravishing body of mine, and it took quite a bit of time to get back into the shape that I was in. But ladies…I can assure you that this body is still chiseled like stone perfection!

The ladies in the crowd are buzzing at this mention.

Rude: So, once I got back to the muscle mass…I then began to get back into my cardio regiment. That was another battle all to itself entirely, but ladies…let me assure you this…Rick Rude still is a sixty minute man if you know what I mean.

Rude gives a wink to the camera as the ladies cheer once again.

Rude: So…once I felt confident with my cardio fitness, I began hitting the ropes one more time just to see if I till had enough in the tank. Stepping foot back inside this ring gave me more thrills than you can possibly imagine. After all of that, there was just one final task left to take care of. Getting clearance from the UWF medical staff to become an active competitor again.

The crowd falls silent.

Rude: So, I called up my buddy, Eric here…I told him my plan, and he was all for it. He set up the meetings and the appointments and for months I went through grueling examinations and physicals and tests to see if I was physically capable of returning to a UWF ring…

Rude falls silent. Bischoff clasps his hand onto Rude’s shoulder yet again. Rude dabs at his eyes one more time. There are a few boos amongst the crowd.

Rude: I met with the UWF medical directors and they reviewed every test that I had been through and every piece of evidence that they had at their disposal. They informed me that they would be back in contact with me in a matter of weeks once they had reached their decision. Those were the longest three weeks of my life, then I finally got that call from EC3, and he gave me the shocking news. Unfortunately–

Rude is cut off by a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Corey Graves: No! EC3!

Tom Philips: Say it ain’t so!

Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen, as sad as it is to say I believe we are witnessing the retirement of the legendary “Ravishing” Rick Rude…

Rude holds up a hand to silence the crowd. He takes a minute to readjust his suit and to dab at his eyes once more.

Rude: Don’t get ahead of me, now. This is a tough conversation to have in front of all of you people. Unfortunately, for every single person backstage…I was granted the clearance to return to active competition!

The crowd goes ballistic.

Mauro Ranallo: WOW!

Corey Graves: HE IS BACK!

Tom Phillips: For each and every fan that has been left wondering “what if”, you now have your answer!

Bischoff begins clapping slowly as Rude has that same old smug smile on his face. He soaks in the cheers for a few moments before holding up his hand yet again.

Rude: Now, I know that was the news that you weren’t expecting. Imagine the expressions on all the faces of the guys and gals backstage! Whenever Eric and I walked into the arena this evening, I must say I was met with quite a few staff members, executives, and a few familiar faces amongst the roster. Quite a few new faces, though. And ya know…ever since I stepped foot into the arena my hand has been starting to seize up, like that nerve damage is making its way back into my arm. It’s the damnedest thing, its like my hand has just wanted to do this

Rude holds up his hand, which is doing the gesture that is indicative of the nWo. The crowd goes ballistic once again.

Corey Graves: Ya know…I gotta say that I now know how all of these women in the crowd feel anytime they look at Rick!

Mauro Ranallo: I’m almost afraid to ask, but I’m going to have to ask you what the hell you mean by that?

Corey Graves: The man is a tease. He teases every woman that comes into eyeshot of him, and now here he is teasing every single one of us nWo-ites out there!

Rude holds up his hand to silence the crowd.

Rude: Now, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth or count our chickens before they hatch. But, I have a feeling there will be a line of UWF members waiting for me as I go backstage again ready to sign up their names to the nWo. I wouldn’t blame you for it! It’s better to be on my good side than to be on my bad side. Just ask the Miz, or better yet…ask his wife!

Bischoff holds his fist over his mouth and lets out a groan, as if that one hurt.

Corey Graves: HAH! His first night back and he’s already throwing shade!

Rude rolls his shoulders and cranes his neck from side to side to stretch it out.

Rude: Now that all of the formalities are out of the way…there’s someone that I’d like to address. Hey cameraman, make sure you get a good close-up of this.

The camera zooms in as Rude looks dead into the camera.

Rude: As I was walking backstage, I failed to notice the reigning Intercontinental champion.

The crowd buzzes at the mention of Orange Cassidy.

Rude: Yeah, Pockets…I’m talking to you. You and I couldn’t be any more different in our approaches, but there’s something that I don’t think you quite understand nor do you quite appreciate. That title that you have around your waist has quite a legacy behind it. A legacy that I helped forge, by the way. Your little month-long reign is cute, but it’s nowhere near the record that I set. I’m warning you now, kid. Treat that title with the respect that it deserves, or you’ll have to answer to me. Hell, I may even take it back to where it rightfully belongs and see if I can break my own record!

Corey Graves: Somebody book it! Now!

Mauro Ranallo: Well, we shouldn’t be surprised at Rick Rude for already making some hasty claims!

Rude: Something else that I’ve noticed around here, lately. We’ve got quite a few femme fatales added to the roster these days. Namely, our Prime Time Medalist, Jamie Hayter. Hey sweetheart, how you doing?

Rude winks at the camera.

Rude: Ya know, the night I lost my IC title there was a kid that cashed in that very medal that you’re holding. How poetic would it be for me to win MY title back using that medal? But don’t worry, sweetcheeks…I’m not that rough with my ladies!

Tom Phillips: Rude is already oozing that machismo.

Rude: Another person that I’d like to put on notice, specifically would be the current UWF champion, Drew McIntyre.

The crowd buzzes at the mention.

Rude: I’ve kept up with all of the things happening over the years…and I couldn’t help but feel as if I didn’t really maximize my full potential while I was here. I mean, there’s always a record to break, even if it is with the top belt. And Drew, the only thing that I’ve got to say to you…I’m surprised that they stacked shit that high.

Mauro Ranallo: Whoah!

Tom Philips: Bold words from Rick Rude!

Rude: So, I’ve already taken up much more time than I had originally planned…so I’ll just leave with this. UWF locker room, consider this your official notice. “Ravishing” Rick Rude is back and better than ever. I’ve got several items left on my bucket list. There are things about the wrestling game that I’ve forgotten about that 99% of you haven’t even learned yet. I think it’s far past the time that each of your were given your Rude Awakening! Now, hit my music!

The music begins to blare as Rude tosses his microphone. Before exiting the ring, he does a vintage hip swivel for the crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: Well, ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first! Rick Rude has returned to active in-ring competition!

Corey Graves: Isn’t it absolutely marvelous? The longest reigning IC champ is back in business, baby!

Tom Philips: I for one am excited to see just where he ends up this time around!




We go backstage to a dark room - lit only by the dim flickers of a flame which can be heard on the feed. We can hear heavy breathing and pacing footsteps before the bearded visage of one Might Caleb appears in full view.



The Mighty Caleb: Shieldbrothers and sisters you must forgive The Mighty Caleb for he is not in the mood to be jovial tonight. Normally The Mighty Caleb spins tales of glory in battles, of drinking in mead halls in celebration of our victories.... but here I stand, licking my wounds. Licking my wounds from an attack at the hands of the foul beast from Down Under... one Bronson Reed. The Mighty Caleb had intentions last week of introducing himself to all you shieldmates in the crowd - of potentially getting himself a fight with a man by the name of Grayson Waller but as it transpired... Grayson Waller was no man at all for he has no honour. He has no self respect... as well all learned last week, Grayson Waller is little more than a loud talker and even worse... Grayson Waller is little more than a coward who has hidden himself behind Bronson Reed...

Caleb looks down at the ground contemplatively. 

As for Reed... The Mighty Caleb is more than aware of just who you are. I was aware before I entered this realm for I had seen many images of this great beast, this huge man who can crush all who stand before him and last week I felt that power first hand. You pummelled The Mighty Caleb last week and although you laid waste to The Mighty Caleb - you did not defeat The Mighty Caleb, nor will you. A man of your size, of your power... attacking another man from behind... it shows cowardice, it shows weakness. The Mighty Caleb will not stoop to such lows. I pride myself on my honour, my integrity and I pride myself on taking all all comers. I will not waste my time challenging Grayson Waller, that man is no warrior, he would never accept... but Bronson Reed?, even though he may associate himself now with his fellow countryman, in there somewhere is a warrior who wishes to fight and so I offer this fight to you. When you are ready to meet The Mighty Caleb in battle then I welcome you Bronson... but let it be known, no matter how big you are... no matter how strong you are... you will never be able to break The Mighty Caleb and I will not stop, I will not yield until I have slain the foul beast known as Bronson Reed... 

Caleb looks down the lens with great fire in his eyes.

Tonight we have different opponents - you have the great warrior, Rey Mysterio - I have the champion of your television, Finn Balor and I plan on showing Finn Balor, his Mafia, all of my Shieldbrothers and sisters in the crowd and especially to you Bronson and your little court jester, Waller... just who The Mighty Caleb is... just why they call me The Hammer and just why I am about to bring the thunder to the realm of the Revolution. Our great journey starts tonight brothers and sisters... I will see you out there and I only hope that you will march by my side in battle and chant with me... SKAL, SKAL, SKAAAL!

Our favourite warrior pumps his fist as the crowd can be heard chanting along with him as we fade to the next segment.






The camera takes us backstage where Renee Paquette (not to be confused with Renee Young or Scoops McCallahan) is standing by with the UWF Intercontinental Champion.



Renee Paquette: Folx, I'm here with UWF Intercontinental Champion Orange Cassidy, a man who seems to have no shortage of enemies here. Orange, thanks for joining me.

Orange looks to Renee with a grin, then leans into the mic.

Orange Cassidy: Sure Renee, why not?

Renee lunges into her questions.

Orange, last week you defeated Mr. Money in the Bank in singles competition and this week you'll face a nemesis from your past in L.A. Knight. You were also attacked by Finn Balor and his mafia, and you've been running your mouth about Drew McIntyre. Surely, you have no shortage of enemies here in the UWF. How do you plan to continue your reign as a fighting champion with so many men gunning for you?

Back to Cassidy.

Renee, it's obvious why so many men have put the bullseye on my back: I'm the most successful man in the recent history of this company, and I hold the most important championship. There's a reason Drew McIntyre's name hasn't really been in anyone's mouth and mine has been in everybody's, and it's because on Revolution, the only champion who deserves the title he's holding is the one who fights almost every week. That's me.

"Freshly Squeezed" seems full of confidence as he talks.

Now, to answer your question of how I plan to keep going? Well, Renee, it's the same way I've kept going all along, really: through heart, determination, and the life-affirming power of Vitamin C. That's what brought me to the dance so why would I change the game plan now? When I run down the list of guys who have me in their sights, I don't see a single one I haven't already beaten except for Finn Balor and his circus sideshow acts. And whether it's Guyliner Priest or Ex-Con Dom or Muscle Mami Rhea, I'm ready to hold my own against any one or all three of them if I have to in order to keep my hold on this here UWF Championship of the Intercontinents. He pats the gold he's holding. I'm not a coward, and I've never backed down from a fight. When Maximum Jerkoff Fistman and his crony Jump Swagger tried to beat me down, I always stood right back up. When guys jumped me in the ring, I found my way back up onto my two feet and made it back into the ring the next week. There's no secret to my success. I eat healthy, I fight hard, and I fuel myself with the nectar of the gods: Freshly Squeezed O.J. That's it. That's all it's ever been.

With that, Orange nods to Renee, then heads out of the frame. Renee, who still had a question or two, holds up a finger to stop the champion, but it's too late. He's already gone. She signs off as the show moves along.




The backstage area is dimly lit, and Grayson Waller stands there, his signature shades perched perfectly on his nose. He looks directly into the camera, ready to unleash his trademark brand of truth.

Grayson Waller: Alright, let's not kid ourselves here. The Mighty Failure, or whatever he's dubbing himself these days, struts around like he's the second coming. Newsflash, pal, you're not. You're just cluttering up our screens with your vanilla act.

Waller adjusts his shades with precision, a smirk playing on his lips as he continues.

Grayson Waller: Now, Bronson Reed, on the other hand, he's the real McCoy. A powerhouse, a genuine threat. So, when he needed an outlet, who did he turn to? Yours truly, Grayson Waller. Why? Because he knows I'm the man who gets things done around here.

Grayson Waller leans back, the camera catching the glint in his eyes.

Grayson Waller: Now the word on the street is that you fancy a go with Bronson Reed, Caleb. Ambitious move, I'll give you that. But squaring off with a behemoth like Bronson? It's like trying to extinguish an Australian bushfire with a squirt gun. Let's just accept the inevitable—you, flat on your back, and Bronson shining even brighter.

Waller's voice drips with certainty as he delivers the verdict.

Grayson Waller: Ratings, my friends. Ratings don't lie. The moment Bronson flattened you, Caleb, the numbers skyrocketed. It's not rocket science. Big ratings equal big paychecks. That's what I bring to the table. It's what I like to call the Grayson Waller Effect.

A self-assured grin stretches across Waller's face as he relishes the truth.

Grayson Waller: So, while our so-called "Mighty" friend revels in his own irrelevance, Bronson and I are out here making waves, pulling in the crowds, and cashing in. That's the stark contrast between the wannabes and the players in this game.

Waller smirks, satisfied with the truth he's just delivered. Bronson Reed steps into frame, his presence commanding, a silent affirmation of the impact they're making together. The two share a knowing glance, their point well and truly across.




As the ring bell sounds, Rey leaps up and connects with a Dropkick that sends Bronson into the ropes behind him. As Bronson comes off the ropes, Rey trips him up with a Drop Toe Hold as the big man stumbles into the ropes in front of him, finding himself draped over the middle one as Rey hits the ropes behind him and comes forward, swinging his legs around and connecting with the 619. As Bronson is knocked backward, Rey does a Splash off the top rope and goes for the cover.

ONE!


NO!

The, “Aussie Colossus” angrily presses Rey upward and throws him off of him. Bronson gets to his feet now as Rey is doing the same. The big man kicks Rey in the solar plexus now and hooks the head, falling to the mat and spiking the luchador on it.

Tom Phillips: Reed-D-T!

Corey Graves: You can’t just make up stuff like that, Phillips!

Mauro Ranallo: I believe he just did.

After impact, Bronson keeps the head of his opponent hooked as he stands up for another but Rey slips free and delivers a Headbutt to the stomach, visibly knocking the wind out of Reed. Rey hits the ropes behind his opponent now and kicks him in the kidneys with both feet as Reed finds himself draped over the middle rope again. As Rey goes for the 619 though, Bronson gets up enough to throw an elbow into Mysterio’s midsection, then turns and hits the ropes and connects with a Pounce that sends Rey across the ring.

Rey sits up and places his hands to each side of himself on the mat as he starts climbing back to a vertical base but Reed charges him and blasts him in the head with a massive Big Boot. The way Mysterio lands, he finds himself positioned in the bottom of the nearest turnbuckle as he grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself upward but as he’s doing so, Bronson runs over and connects with a Running Hip Attack.

Rey is helpless as the, “Aussie Colossus” leans down and grabs him by the collarbone with both hands, pulling him upward in one quick motion and pivoting as Rey is launched with a Biel Throw. Mysterio pops up off the mat from this and takes a wild swing but Reed grabs his wrist and pulls him towards him, nearly taking Rey’s head off with a stiff Lariat. As Mysterio lies there prone, Bronson heads up to the nearest turnbuckle and leaps off, connecting with the Tsunami. He then goes for the pin.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Bronson Reed!




Renee Young stands backstage preparing to interview a member of the UWF roster.

Renee Young: UWF Universe, last week Orange Cassidy won in our main event, the loser of this match, the current Money in the Bank holder, on his week off, WARHORSE joins me now.

WARHORSE: WHATTA WARM INTRODUCTION.

Renee Young: Well I’m just stating facts, WARHORSE, sorry if I offended you in any way.

WARHORSE: I’M NOT OFFENDED RENEE, WE BOTH KNOW WHAT YOU SAID IS TRUE. I LOST TO ORANGE CASSIDY. JUST I’D RATHER NOT THINK ABOUT IT. YEAH, I LOST. ANOTHER MAIN EVENT DOWN THE CAN FOR WARHORSE. AND I HAD THE CHANCE TO MAKE THIS UNTRUE. THERE’S A MASSIVE PART OF ME THAT FEELS SICK ABOUT THAT, THERE’S A MASSIVE PART OF ME THAT DOUBTS THE DECISION I MADE THAT NIGHT, BUT REGRET IS, FAMOUSLY RENEE, FOR POSERS.

Renee Young: Is this regret you allude to not hitting Orange Cassidy with your newly won Money in the Bank briefcase?

WARHORSE: OBVIOUSLY RENEE, WHAT ELSE DO YOU THINK I’D EVEN REFER TO? I CHOSE NOT TO, AND AS THE SAYING GOES, NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.

Renee Young: So you believe that you would’ve beat Orange Cassidy if you cheated?

WARHORSE: MAYBE. HOWEVER, THE MERE THOUGHT OF DOING SUCH COST ME. OR THE HESITATION OF NOT DOING IT. THAT’S WHAT GENUINELY LED TO ORANGE CASSIDY TO WIN THAT MATCH. I’M SURE HE’S NOT DUMB ENOUGH TO WATCH BACK THE TAPE FOR HIS OWN VAIN NEEDS, AND HE SURELY KNOWS WHAT MISTAKE I MADE. HE SURELY KNOWS THAT HIS WIN WAS CONDITIONAL, AND A CAPITALISATION OF A BREAK IN TACTICS.

I WON’T MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN.

Renee Young: As in you won’t think of cheating again or you won’t hesitate?

WARHORSE: WHAT DO YOU THINK RENEE? C’MON.

Renee Young: Well, since beating you Orange Cassidy has branded you as underestimating or disrespecting him in talks before your matchup. Do you think this paid a price in his victory?

WARHORSE: HE FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!

BROTHER, THAT’S A LOAD OF HORSESHIT. THAT NARRATIVE MAKES ME SICK. CLEARLY, MANY TIMES I TOLD THE GUY I RESPECTED HIM AS A FIGHTER. HE HEARD THOSE WORDS OUT OF MY MOUTH. CLEAR AS DAY. I DON’T DOUBT HIS ABILITIES. I NEVER HAVE. I’VE JUST DOUBTED THE MAN BEHIND THOSE ABILITIES. THE BRAIN MAKING DECISIONS, THE HEAD COMMANDING THE SHIP.

AND IF THAT’S AN UNDERESTIMATION FROM THE GUY THEN HE NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO BE HUMBLE. HE NEEDS TO REALISE HE’S JUST A HUMAN MAN. HE’S NO GOD. HE’S NOT INVINCIBLE. HE DOESN’T DESERVE MY UNCONDITIONAL RESPECT. MENTALITIES LIKE THAT LEAD YOU TO A PLACE WHERE THE SECOND YOU SLIP FROM YOUR THRONE YOU THROW YOUR TOYS OUT OF THE PRAM AND HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO GO ON.

I’M NOT DELUDED BY THINKING ORANGE CASSIDY IS A PRIMADONNA. HE FORMS THIS ILLUSION OF A WEATHERED, HARD WORKING CHAMPION BUT IN REALITY WAS HANDED THEIR BELT ON A SILVER TRAY BY THE COURTESY OF ETHAN CARTER THE THIRD. SO BLATANTLY. IF HE WANTS TO TRY GET IN MY HEAD HE SHOULD TRY HARDER, TRYING TO MAKE ME WASTE AN OPPORTUNITY ON HIS BELT SO HE CAN START STAKING A CASE FOR HAVING A UWF CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT. WHAT A SURPRISE THAT’D BE, HUH?

Renee Young: He does seem to have his hands full at the moment, with the man who challenged him after your match last week, Finn Balor.

WARHORSE: WOULDN’T THAT BE FUNNY AS HELL IF BALOR BEAT CASSIDY’S ASS? I’D LAUGH, PERSONALLY. ALL THIS ABOUT HAVING THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE COMPANY AND END UP LOSING TO THE DUDE WHOSE SEEMINGLY LOST TO EVERYONE? THE TELEVISION CHAMPION? THAT’D BE INCREDIBLE. I’D GIVE THAT A STANDING OVATION.

Renee Young: I think that’s all, thank you WARHORSE for your time.

WARHORSE: FOR ONCE, RENEE, THIS HAS BEEN MY PLEASURE.




As Revolution rolls on, we head backstage where we run into an unnamed interviewer. He's standing at a podium with his finest suit on. He smiles at the camera before beginning to speak.

Interviewer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time...LA Knight!

LA Knight saunters in, dressed to the nines of course. He puts his arm on the interviewers shoulder before beginning being asked the first question.



Interviewer: So LA Knight, at Summerslam, you came up a little short in the Money in The Bank Ladder Match. How are you feeling?

Knight just stares at the interviewer.

LA Knight: How is L...A....Knight feeling? What type of stupid question is that? How do 'ya think L...A....Knight is feeling? L..A....Knight lost at Summerslam. He got his body beat to hell. And 'ya wanna know the worst part? It's the fact that there's a big DUMMY! walking with L...A....Knight's briefcase. Now, L...A....Knight wants 'ya to take all that into consideration. And let L...A....Knight ask 'ya. How would you feel if 'ya were L..A...Knight?

Interviewer: Well I gue...

LA Knight: It doesn't matter how 'ya would feel!

Well, that's kind of gimmick infringement at its finest.

LA Knight: And 'ya wanna know the part that pisses L...A...Knight off the most? The moron doesn't even deserve it. L...A....Knight deserves it. 'Ya see these?

LA Knight walks from behind the desk.

LA Knight: These are the shoes of a Champion! 'Ya see these clothes? These are the clothes of a Champion! 'Ya see this smile? This is the smile of a Champion. And instead of holding the Money in The Bank contract, which would've guaranteed L...A...Knight would become a Champion, it was wasted on a goofball with no sense of style and who is about as helpful as a snow cone in the ninth circle of hell.

LA Knight: L...A....Knight is looking to change though. L...A...Knight is going to take that big moose, slap the lips right off his face, give him a one-way ticket on the Gravy Train and remind all of UWF just whose game is it, with EVERYBODY saying...

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




As Finn Balor prepares to head out to the ring for his match, the camera pans across gorilla to find Orange Cassidy leaning against a wall wearing one of his patented "thumbs up" foam fingers. Orange slowly approaches Finn, getting within a foot of the Mafia's Boss.



Orange Cassidy: Listen, Finn: I'm not going to sucker punch you because that's not how I do business. When I want to address a man I do it like this, face to face, with no need to jump him from behind or send hired goons after him. Which is clearly not how you do business. And you know what, man? You do you. That's fine. You wouldn't be the first guy to send hired goons after me and you probably won't be the last. And while three is definitely more than one, it's still not really enough to handled the life-affirming power of Vitamin C.

Orange pauses, running the foam finger through his coiffed hair.

If you wanted a shot at my championship, you could've just asked. Champion versus champion? I've got no problem with that. I've already proven I'm a better champion holding a more prestigious title than Drew, so beating you and cementing my claim that the Intercontinental Championship is the most important title on Revolution would be the orange wedge on top. You name the time, you name the place, and you promise that your pals will stay away, and I'll give you what you're after.

It looks like Orange has made his statement and he's about to leave when he is approached by the remaining members of the Mafia: Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, and Mafia Dom. Dom quickly takes lead as he was the one that initiated the attack on Orange last week.

Mafia Dom

Woah, woah, woah, he doesn't have to do anything and he definitely doesn't have to make any promises to get a shot a that Intercontinental Championship. We do what we want around here and he wanted a message sent to you and thats exactly what I did, now whether you like it or not The Mafia has our eyes set on bringing some new gold to the group. And there's nothing you could do about it except watch on as Finn Balor becomes the first ever dual TV Intercontinental Champion, now I suggest you run along while you still can.

Orange shows no emotion what so ever to Mafia Dom and instead he slowly walked into the face of Dom causing Ripley to get a bit mad as she pushes Dom out of the way and gets into the face of Orange Cassidy instead.

Rhea Ripley

Listen! If you want to make it to your match later tonight I suggest you use this opportunity to walk away before you end up like someone else who went limping out of here earlier!

As Orange turned his attention to Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor used it as the perfect opportunity to sneak off through the curtains and head to the ring for his match. Before tensions can get any higher, security enters the scene to split the parties up as the show moves along.




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is a Non-title Match!



Red lights now focus on the stage as smoke billows from the entrance way. Out onto the stage walks The Mighty Caleb clad in armour and sporting a cape. He stands with his arms wide, his cape appearing like black wings against the red background of the stage. In one hand he holds a drinking horn which he holds aloft. As the glorious main riff kicks in Caleb drinks from the horn before raising it high in the air and yelling 'SKAL!'.

Chimel: Introducing first, hailing from The Northern Realms... weighing in at a mighty 235 pounds... he is 'THE MIGHTY' CAAAALEB!

The Mighty Caleb then makes his march down towards the ring, he fist bumps members of the crowd who reach out to him and leads them in the 'SKAL' chant which turns the crowd into a frenzy. Caleb steps up onto the ring apron now and once again holds the horn aloft, pumping his fist as he does so to the rhythm of the crowd. Caleb then enters the ring and continues to pump his fist as he marches around, hyping himself up for the battle ahead.



Catch your breath” begins to blast through the pa system as the crowd stand to their feet as they hear the theme song Everybody turns their attention to the entrance ramp to watch Finn Balor walk out onto the stage. Finn Balor walks out onto the stage in his blue leather jacket and blue trunks and quickly embraces the crowd as he walks out.



Chimel: And his opponent, weighing In at 180lbs from Ireland, the Television Champion, Finn Balor!

The lights begin to flash, making the crowd go wild. Finn Balor times his theme song perfectly and taunts the crowd as the lights flash. After taunting Finn Balor throws up his collar on his jacket and proceeds to walk down the ramp and make his way to the ring. Balor then climbs onto the turnbuckle and begins to showboat the crowd once more as the light flickers.
Finn Balor hops off of the turnbuckle.

The members of The Mafia surround the ring while Tony exits it. After ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING

Big buzz in the building for the debuting viking! The two wrestlers circle around each other, sizing up the competition. The Mighty Caleb gets a fist pump going, chanting "SKAL" like some kinda Nordic mantra. Is that just for him? Maybe, but it catches in with the Phoenix crowd like wildfire, and soon the whole building is in lock-step with him. Finn sneers, clearly irked by the fans rallying behind the promotional newcomer.


Graves: Oh good, another loud-mouth doofus in a Halloween costume. Where does EC3 find these guys?

Ranallo: Well Corey, if you'd done some pre-match research, you would know that The Mighty Ca -

Phillips: SKAL! SKAL! SKAL!


Tom's loving it. Everyone is. Except the Mafia. The gang surrounding the ring are the only three in town cheering Balor on. That's all he needs or wants, to, and buoyed be that support, he closes the gap and locks up with TMC. The Mighty One has the obvious size advantage, although the Mafioso is quick to negate that by slipping out of the collar-and-elbow he just initiated, taking an arm, and yanking it up behind the guy with a Hammerlock.

Mighty though Caleb may be, he can't help but wince some as Finn yanks the arm up with veteran finesse. This ain't the man they call "Stormbringer"'s first rodeo either, though - he spins in towards the hold and searches for a chin with a rolling elbow. Balor ducks the attack, lets his opponent spin by and then condescendingly slaps him across the back of the head, getting the crowd to finally stop chanting so they can boo him instead.

Nobody is more pissed by the sign of disrespect than The Mighty Caleb. He wheels back around, fuming. Finn starts to do something but whatever the plan is gets cut shy by TMC snagging his arm and whipping him full-speed into the far set of ropes. After careening across the canvas, Balor catches himself by grabbing the top cable. No rebound comes back so the man from the Northern Realms pursues, in doing so, playing right into his Irish counterpart's hand.

Still holding on to that high rope, Balor slides out of harms way and shoots a leg up for that rope-assisted Gamergiri, tagging The Mighty One where neck means skull with a snappy kick. That dazes him enough for the Leader of the Mafia to catch him with a roll-up. The Referee drops down to count in and his hand isn't the only one slapping mat - Priest, Ripley, and the recently-reinstated Dom all pound on the apron in support...



1...



The Mighty Caleb kicks out at one, and Mightily!


Phillips: Its gonne take a Skal of a lot more than that to keep The Mighty Caleb down, believe you me.

Ranallo: You're correct, Tom, but early on we're seeing the craftiness of the Television Champion trump the size of The Mighty One.

Graves: Exactly. Balor is incredible. A few weeks ago, he outmaneuvered the world's most famous luchadors, now he's doing the same thing to an entirely different kind of opponent. If I were Orange Cassidy, I'd be quaking in my jeans. Finn Balor has Dual Champion written all over him.

Ranallo: Well nothing has been made official as far as Finn challenging for O.C.'s I.C. title, nevertheless, he made his intentions quite clear at the close of last week's show, thanks in no small part to Dirty Dominic Mysterio.


The kick out is Mighty enough to send Balor scuttling, giving TMC all the space he needs to get back up to his feet without interference hindering the trip. Finn doesn't want to give up the advantage he's earned, however, so he charges back in, hoping to keep the ball in his court. A Slingblade attempt it obliterated by an explosive shoulder tackle from The Mighty Caleb. It hits with so much tenacity that the Irishman is turned inside out, effectively turning the tide in a flash.

The Mighty Caleb pulls Finn up off the mat by his ears. Ripley hops up on to the apron, screaming at the Referee that that's illegal. Is it even? The Official doesn't seem to care - he's more offended by the interruption, and sets his full, undivided attention on Rhea as he walks off to scold her.

Of course, this opens the door for some heinous interference, but The Mighty Caleb sees it coming a mile away. Priest is scaling the opposite side of the ring but gets knocked back to the floor when Stormbringer drives Balor's head into his stomach like a battering ram. Dom's on the adjacent apron. He also gets sent back to where he came from by way of having his boss tossed at him like a gosh dang caber.

Seeing her gang be dismantled with such ease has Ripley in a state of distress. She drops to floor, head buried in her hands. The Mighty Caleb then leads the fans in a second "SKAL" chant now that he's feeling himself in there.


Graves: Look at this barbarian attacking innocent bystanders! Call the police!

Ranallo: The Mafia is anything but innocent, Corey, and The Might Caleb is just getting started! More exciting action when we return, folks!


The show cuts to commercial with The Mighty Caleb continuing to lead the chant.


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EAST HILLS MALL HAS EVERYTHING YOU NEED FOR TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL THIS FALL!

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Coming back from the break, Finn Balor has The Mighty Caleb in a headlock in the dead center of the squared circle. A replay on the big screen catches the home audience up on what they missed during the ads. See what happened was, we left off with The Mighty Caleb running shop. Thing is, when he went to collect Finn the apron (where he ended up after the collision with Dom), he got hung up on the ropes with his chin. Dastardly tactic from Balor.

The Mafioso used that to get back in the game, and even when TMC showed signs of fighting back, that went down the drain when Ripley reached under the ropes to trip him up just as he was gaining momentum. Wouldn't you know it, the Ref missed it, and next thing's next, Balor's got the big man grounded, working that rest hold like there's no tomorrow.


Graves: Balor broke in as a high-flier in Japan, but he's really refined his game as a technician over the years. You can't always just jump on the other guy - sometimes you gotta wear them down with some good old fashioned grappling.

Phillips: An assist from your goons at ringside doesn't hurt, either.


Finn digs his knee into The Mighty One's spine, applying severe pressure has he goes for a submission victory. The pain ignites a furnace of emotions in the Man from the Northern Realms, though. He fires up. Fist clench, crowd rallied, he finds a way to get his feet beneath them and from there, pushes up to get standing again.

Balor cuts that off pronto with and Edge-O-Matic, slamming his opponent back-first back down into the mat, and then punctuating that with a Double Foot Stomp right then and there! He dang near crushes some ribs under his boots, then drops to shoot the half...



1...



2...



The Might Caleb kicks out just in time to stay in it. The fans breath a sigh of relief. They already love this guy - they'd hate to see him lose to a piece of work like Balor.

Dom does some trash talking at TMC, really trying to cement himself as a loyal Mafia member again in the eyes of the others probably. Balor lifts him up by the scruff of the neck and then calls for a Bloody Sunday to end it.


Ranallo: Finn Balor going for his signature DDT - that'll make for a definitive end against an impressive newcomer.

Graves: If that doesn't set him up for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, I don't know what will.

Phillips: My questions is whether or not the TV Title would be on the line in a match against Cassidy too?

Graves: Don't be ridiculous! Cassidy hasn't won a single match in the Television Division!


Balor hooks the neck and hoists, only to get shoved back. He bounces into the ropes and rebounds to find himself on the ugly of a Spear, or at The Mighty One likes to call it, Gungnir! That maneuver levels the Mafia Boss, but the deliverer needs a moment to recuperate, and so is unable to capitalize right away.


"SKAL"

"SKAL"

"SKAL"


The chant starts up again, and brother, it gets loud fast. Its like mead to The Mighty Caleb's guts, giving him the strength he needs to rise. Slowly but surely, he finds his way to his feet once again. A groggy Balor meets him there at gets Belly-to-Belly'd for his troubles!

Finn bounces off the canvas like a basketball, or like, any ball I guess, and actually manages to come up on his feet. Thing is, he's dizzer than ever. Straight up cobwebs. So he's wide open to get hammered by a running lariat. The Mighty Caleb doesn't let him fall, though, cause he scoops him up from there, gets him draped over the back and then drops him with the Northern Storm!


Ranallo: Ooof! Big time Air Raid Crash from The Mighty One!

Phillips: Will that be good for a three count?


He makes the cover and the Refs comes in to find out...



1...



2...



No! Balor gets the shoulder up at two!

That don't confront The Mighty Caleb none. His face is contorted by Berserker Rage. He's in the zone. Prying Balor's pancake's body off the mat, he positions that limp husk of Irishman across his torso, getting him primed and ready to be the first UWF Superstar unfortunate enough to take the Hel Rider, which is to say, a Swinging Sideslam coming in on stormy winds all the way from the Northern Realms. You can tell just by the everything about it that it's gonna do the job.


Ranallo: The Mighty Caleb going for the Hel Rider now! Pinning the reigning Television Champion is just about the best way to introduce yourself to the roster!

Graves: Don't speak too soon, Mauro...


The Mafia sees trouble coming and once again Dom, Rhea and Priest hit the apron. The Referee yells at them to back off but its too late. They scramble into the ring and go after The Mighty Caleb before he can put the finishing touches on Finn. Big boos from the fans to see this match end so tragically, with the Official waving it off as gang violence overtakes the ring.


DING DING


YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFCATION...
THE MIGHTY CALEB


TMC drops Balor so he can defend himself, but there's just nothing to be done against the numbers game. After swatting Dom back, Ripley blasts him from behind and Priest drops him to the mat so they can put the boots to him.


Ranallo: This is a damn shame! The Mafia is out of control!

Graves: No, The Cartel was out of control. These guys are professionals, Mauro, and as a fellow Italian, you should have some respect for them.

Phillips: I don't think anyone in the Mafia is even Italian.

Graves: And I don't think that anybody asked you, Phillips.


The beatdown continues while a groggy Balor rolls out of the ring to collect his belt, intent to weaponize it just. Just as he's about to slide back in though, his Intercontinental counterpart comes barreling down the ramp, amped up on a fresh helping of Orange Juice and all the peppier for it.


Phillips: ORANGE CASSIDY IS HERE!

Ranallo: The IC Champ looking for a little payback for last week!


Balor backs off as Cassidy sliders into the ring. He uses his own belt to nail Dom across the head, knocking him into next week. A wild swing at Priest wards him off and Rhea dives over the ropes to get out of harm's way. The crowd goes wild for the O.C. save, and the man himself sends a cautionary nod towards Finn that does his talking for him.

As The Mafia starts to back off, Cassidy offers a hand up to The Mighty Caleb, who stands tall to get a well-deserved pop from the fans for the effort and the win. Revolutions rolls on!




The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia walking along an unfamiliar dirt road as the camera shoots him from the side.

Vinny Marseglia: Ask yourself an honest question the next time you look in the mirror: am I built for a war? And then follow that question up with this question: am I built for a war against Vinny Marseglia? Because you see, war isn’t foreign to me. Along with the tattoos, there are plenty of scars on this body that’ll tell you all about the wars I’ve been in. But you, Trevor, where and when were your wars? Where are your scars? It’s not wise to start something you can’t finish because you aren’t cut out for it, but I’ll cut you down all the same and feel no pity or remorse about it. Because for years now, I’ve told and shown the world who I am and what kind of cloth I come from so if you choose not to wise up to that, that’s your mistake to live with.

Last week I made a promise that, at the end of this, you would be viewed as nothing more than a fool and a liar. I’m going to keep that promise, Trevor, and you spewing delusions about jealousy and the like is just going to make that easier.

The camera stops and watches as Vinny walks out of the shot as Revolution continues elsewhere.




"Sweetheart? Rick Rude called me 'sweetheart'? Does he even know what happened the last time someone called me 'sweetheart'?" Jamie asks in an annoyed tone. "Bronson Reed was the last person to call me 'sweetheart' and I beat him senseless. While it is true that I didn't come away from our match at SummerSlam unscathed, I beat him senseless in the end. It looks like Rude is definitely asking for me to beat the living hell out of him."

Jamie smirks. "And you know what? Seeing as he's seeking his own destruction by calling me 'sweetheart,' I'm more than happy to oblige."






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.



"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.

DING DING DING

Knight and Cassidy stand opposite each other one looking ready and the other? It's Orange Cassidy, Knight is ready to fight as he swings and misses with a lariat attempt, O.C hands in his pockets jumps onto the middle rope spring boarding backwards and connecting body to body with the Megastar...

Mauro Ranallo: "We are off to the races!"

Both guys crash into the canvas, Orange is back on his feet as Knight shaken but not out gets up to his feet, Cassidy jumps into the air hands in pocket as he connects both boots into the chest of Knight, The crowd cant but be surprised by the dropkick that sends Knight skidding across the ring...

As Knight slowly crawls towards the ropes to help himself up, Cassidy saunters over to his fallen opponent with his hands still casually in his pockets, maintaining his trademark nonchalant demeanor. He pulls Knight up to his feet, but Knight suddenly fires back with a vicious forearm to Cassidy's jaw. The force of the blow sends Cassidy stumbling backward, his shades nearly falling off.

Knight seizes the opportunity and charges at Cassidy, looking to capitalize on his momentary advantage. However, Cassidy quickly regains his composure, stepping aside at the last moment. Knight crashes headfirst into the turnbuckle, rattling the ring. Cassidy, ever the showman, twirls his finger in the air, playfully taunting Knight.

Tom Phillips: "Cassidy is really getting in the mind of Knight."

Knight is pissed as he notices Orange Cassidy not taking this match seriously, Cassidy is awaiting Knight to turn around as the Megastar turns to a tap on his shin, Cassidy plays to the crowd as he gives another tap of the shin with his other foot mimicking a superkick to the shin, He goes back to tune up the band but nah, nah Knight ain' having that he openly smacks the glasses off Cassidy's face as he is sick of these games because everybody knows its LA Knights game. Knight connects with a follow up elbow that sends Cassidy stumbling backwards, Knight whips Cassidy cross ring as he snaps Cassidy into the canvas with a spinning body slam right onto OCs Aviators breaking them on impact...

Corey Graves: "Cassidy might come looking for some compensation."

As the aviators shatter and bend on impact, Orange Cassidy winces in pain, not expecting Knight's sudden burst of aggression. Knight seizes the moment and goes for the cover, trying to capitalize on his advantage...

One...

Two...

NO O.C powers out at 2!

Knight doesn't waste any time. He pulls Cassidy up by the hair and whips him into the ropes. Cassidy rebounds off the ropes and Knight goes for a big clothesline, aiming to take his opponent down. However, Cassidy drops to the mat and rolls under Knight's outstretched arm, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Cassidy pops back up to his feet and leans casually against the ropes, hands back in his pockets, a smirk on his face. Knight turns around, visibly frustrated by Cassidy's antics. The two lock eyes once again, the tension in the arena palpable as they continue their battle, one determined and fierce, the other calm and cool as ever.

Cassidy darts towards the ropes. ducking Knights stray lariat attempt, and Cassidy springs back, catching Knight off guard with a lightning-quick hurricanrana. Knight is sent crashing to the mat, momentarily stunned as the momentum sends him under the bottom rope to the outside...

Cassidy, now in control, runs and leaps over the ropes hands in his pockets as he connects man to man Knight, sending Knight crashing into the barricade...

Corey Graves: "Cassidy going high risk and it paying off!"

Knight clutches his ribs in pain as Cassidy, hands still in his pockets, slowly gets back to his feet. He doesn't seem to be in any hurry, content to let Knight recover at his own pace.

Inside the ring, the referee begins the count as both men are on ringside, Cassidy gets to his feet as he fixes his hair...

One...

Two...

Three...

Cassidy rolls into the ring as Knight slowly gets to his feet, Cassidy stands in the ring, still maintaining his trademark relaxed posture.

Four...

Five...

Knight, fueled by frustration and determination, uses the barricade to pull himself up. He glares at Cassidy, who remains unfazed, hands still in his pockets.

Corey Graves: "Knight looks like he is beyond frustrated by Cassidy not taking this seriously..."

Six...

With a burst of adrenaline, Knight slides back into the ring, breaking the count. He's clearly not ready to let Cassidy take the victory that easily. Cassidy goes on the offensive but Knight connects with a powerful knee, Cassidy bunched over Knight follows up with a ddt, spiking Knights head into the canvas. Knight begins to unload rights into the jaw of Cassidy. Knight gets to his feet as he stomps down adding insult to injury.

As Knight continues to unleash a flurry of stomps and punches on Cassidy, it's clear that he's had enough of Cassidy's nonchalant attitude. Knight drags Cassidy up to his feet and whips him into the corner, following up with a thunderous corner clothesline that leaves Cassidy slumped in the corner. Knight doesn't relent, though. He climbs the turnbuckles, looking to deliver a series of punches, He rains down left and rights down upon Cassidy who is unable to get his hands up to protect his face...


Knight finally steps down from the turnbuckle, leaving Cassidy dazed and reeling in the corner. He takes a moment to catch his breath, a fierce determination burning in his eyes. Knight then grabs Cassidy by the arm, pulling him out of the corner and setting him up for a devastating suplex.

With a powerful lift, Knight hoists Cassidy into the air before slamming him down onto the canvas. The impact reverberates through the ring, leaving Cassidy gasping for air. Knight goes for the cover, determined to put an end to this match once and for all.

One...

Two...

No! Cassidy kicks out, Cassidy is still reeling, Knight looks to finish the job, as he is already back on his feet. He lifts Cassidy onto his shoulders, preparing for a samoan drop or some other variant. But Cassidy suddenly springs to life, slipping out of Knight's grip and landing behind him. With remarkable agility, Cassidy rolls Knight up with a small package pin.

The referee drops down for the count...

One...

Two...

Corey Graves: "No!"

Thr—no! Knight kicks out just in the nick of time.

As Knight kicks out of Cassidy's small package pin, both wrestlers are back on their feet. Cassidy, still maintaining his laid-back demeanor, taunts Knight by casually aputting on his broken sunglasses that have somehow survived the match so far. This infuriates Knight, Cassidy goes for  dropkick but Knight side steps Cassidy on the rebound Knight is waiting for Cassidy, Knight lifts up Cassidy going for a spine buster...

Cassidy reverses the spine buster attempt into a guillotine choke hold, Knight follows through with the spine buster but Cassidy keeps hold of the guillotine, Knight is frantic as he looks for a way out, He comes to the conclusion his only way is up as he gets his feet planted as he uses his core to dead lift Cassidy who still has the choke hold applied, Finally Knight is able to get free as he lifts Cassidy from the choke hold into a suplex bringing him neck first into the canvas? No. Cassidy bridges at the last minute causing Knights shoulders to be flat with the canvas but not for long as Knight and Cassidy quickly get to their feet...

Knight shakes his head laughing at Cassidy acknowledging the champ for trying to sneak a victory right under his nose...

Tom Phillips: "Knight has to respect Cassidy here he can't let his guard down because when Cassidy wants he can take it to anyone. He is our champion for a reason..."

Cassidy stumbles back into the turnbuckles from the right from Knight, Knight smirks as he follows up with another loaded right that staggers the champ, Knight grabs the head going for an early finish but O.C pushes knight onto the ropes, Knight goes for the rebound lariat but Freshly Squeezed is too quick as he ducks the attempt that leaves Knight stumbling as he misses his target, As the Megastar regains composure he turns to his right to face O.C to be met right with a fist in the face as O.C connects with a Superman Punch that puts Knight right into the canvas shocking those in attendance...

Mauro Ranallo: " A PULP PUNCH sending a message to Knight..."

O.C decides best course of action is to make his way to the top rope, He stands up placing his hands in his pocket in his nonchalantly sloth style, He looks down to the canvas below as the megastar is reeling from the strike to the jaw. He hears the crowds reaction as they want to see Cassidy fly he almost smirks but probably not as he shrugs...

Mauro Ranallo: "Cassidy is taking it to the megastar early in this clash!"

Corey Graves: "High rent district, Cassidy just shrugging no idea what is or isn't going through this mans mind"

NO KNIGHT SCRAMBLES ONTO THE SECOND ROPE RIGHT UNDER FRESHLY SQUEEZED...

Both men are in the high rent district, Knight lifts Cassidy onto his shoulder his feet still planted on the middle rope, Cassidy is in trouble. Knight is taken by surprise as Cassidy is able to turn his face towards the ring as Knight tries to stop him but Cassidy leans forward forcing Knight to lose his footing, Cassidy rolls both men through the air as Knight lands shoulders first onto the canvas with a thud as Cassidy holds the legs of The Megastar as the referee moves into position...

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and astonishment at the unexpected turn of events. Orange Cassidy, still nonchalant and with his hands in his pockets, manages to secure a victory over the formidable Megastar, LA Knight.

The referee raises Cassidy's hand in victory, and he steps back, a deadpan expression on his face, Knight, on the other hand, looks stunned and frustrated, unable to believe he was caught off guard. He slowly rises to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief.

Mauro Ranallo: "What a shocking turn of events, Corey! Orange Cassidy pulls off an incredible upset against Knight!"

Corey Graves: "You said it, Mauro! That's why Cassidy is the champion. He can turn the tide in an instant, even when it seems like he's not taking things seriously."

Tom Phillips: "This match is over before it could really get going underway, Knight, must be embarrassed by being played the fool!"

As Cassidy celebrates in the ring, the camera captures Knight's expression of frustration and determination. He stares at Cassidy, clearly hungry for a rematch as Revolution moves elsewhere.






Renee Young: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome my guest at this time, newly signed UWF Superstar...Tyler-

Before Renee can finish Alexa Bliss steps up and cuts her off, pulling out a notecard and handing it to her. As Renee reads it Bliss taps the card with her metal nail accessory before she flips her hair and steps back off screen, Young reads the card in a monotone voice making it very clear she is simply reading whatever is written.

Renee Young: The Definition of Delish, The most Super Good Looking piece of Gorgeousness you will ever see, Prince Pretty: Tyler Breeze.

Breeze steps into frame while staring at his phone, Young puts the mic up to him but he seems too focused on his phone to really say anything so Renee just pulls the mic back to speak.



Renee Young: Well pleasure to have you here Tyler.

Tyler Breeze: Yes yes, The pleasure is all yours. Before we get started though, Gotta admit Rich, it's pretty unprofessional for you to go all gaga of over me like you just did. I get it that this is a big deal for you to be in my presences, but I'm your guest, so try and keep some decorum huh. Sheesh you'd think you weren't even a real journalism.

Renee gives a shocked look but just shakes her head and moves on.

Renee Young: Ugh Okay so Tyler Breeze, you've been away from UWF for a while now, aside from a brief pop up here or there. What have you been up to all this time?

Tyler Breeze: Uhhh, Modeling, Duh. Next question.

Renee Young: Uh, fine so what brings you back to the UWF now?



Tyler Breeze: That’s a little personal don’t you think, Lexi did you not Vet these questions beforehand? Well I’m not one to feed all this “Gotcha” Journalism but I’ll give ya a lil taste, a lil nibble. The reason Tyler Breeze is back to grace all of you normies with his magnificence again, is to prove a couple things I wasn’t able to before. Last turn around I became champion a couple times, I won at Wrestlemania, I proved I was more than just a really really really, ridiculously pretty face. But as I traveled through the modeling circuit, backstage at the MET Gala I remembered a few things. I remembered coming up short in the Royal Rumble, I remember never truly having a shot at being the singular Gorgeous face of this entire company. I may have proven I belonged, but I never truly proved how much better I was than everyone else. And so I’m back to make sure everyone realizes that Tyler Breeze… is always Top Billing.

Renee Young: That said, it’s hard to ignore him just off screen. You seem to have a new associate with you.

Tyler Breeze: Oh, DOmos. Yeah the last face guard I had ended up being a real, on the inside uggo. So after a couple tours across the world and searching for a new person to fit the job, Alexa found that big lug. He's good at carrying 28% of my luggage, so I’m sure he’s a nice guy, I’ll probably meet him eventually.

Renee Young: I’m sorry, Meet him?

Tyler Breeze: Yeah, um, I’m a little busy 24/7, Rich. Exsqueeze me if I don’t have time to meet every single person I have on payroll, at least I know his name. Let’s see you try and name YOUR manager, driver, makeup artist, stylist, masseuse, hair wrangler, fabric librarian, chinchilla provider, runway choreographer, tanning specialist, wrinkle chaser, sensory scientist face feeler, eyebrow insurer, nail trimmer, lipsologist, realtor, cobbler, peach cobbler, fakirs, cooks, bakers, or your bodyguard.

Youngs eyebrow is raised at the list she was just bombarded with as if everyone has that many people around to help.

Tyler Breeze: See, you can’t. You need to treat your help better, Rich, Next Question.

Renee Young: Moving on, last week you interrupted Kyle O’Reilly during his interview, is he-

Tyler Breeze: Pardon me Rich, but I have absolutely zero recollection of what you’re talking about. It might be true whatever it is you just said, but when your life is running a million miles a minute, and you’re meeting celebrities and models and doing all these great things. You tend to block out all your little encounters with uggos and losers, So while I’m sure I was the highlight of someones day last week like you said…Let’s try and keep the interview focused on the only thing that’s Important, Me. Next Questi-

Breeze is interrupted as the camera pans over to show Bayley

Bayley: Heads up people! Move it or lose it! We got an emergency on deck but don't worry I'm here to -

Having stormed on to the scene hottin' and hollerin' with a fire extinguisher in hand, Bayley, who looks ready for some action, pumps the breaks before running clean over Young and Breeze.

Bayley: Oh. Sorry. My mistake. I smelled gasoline and cat puke and thought there might some kinda chemical fire going on over here, but now I get it. That's just whatever Eurotrash perfume the new kid is wearing, huh, Renee?

Young shrugs, not wanting to get any more involved than the job requires. Breeze looks mildly irritated by the slight and the interruption. The "Good Guy" tosses the fire extinguisher over her shoulder - a crashing sound is heard off-screen. She continues.



Bayley: We never got the chance to be properly introduced last week. Tyler Breeze, right? Well I'm Bayley and this here...

She looks to her side, expecting her step-brother to be standing at her shoulder. He isn't. So she has to reach waaaaay back out of the camera's line of sight to drag Kyle into the frame. He doesn't look like he wants to be there at all. Probably thinking about that match with his nemesis Vinny Marseglia later. Or maybe its some deeper, more existential kinda funk. Whatever the case and cause, Bayley doesn't seem to notice.

Bayley: This right here is my one-and-only step-brother Kyle O'Reilly. Winner of the twenty-twenty-three King of the Ring tournament. Prime Time Medalist. Intercontinental Champion. Two time Tag Team Champion. Human Swiss Army Knife. Diabetic -

A prolonged yawn from the Super Model cuts Bayley off mid-accolade listing. Rude. She endeavours to keep up the pleasantries anyway, forcing a smile as she pivots.

Bayley: Well I just wanted to be the first to roll out the welcome wagon for you and your precious little circus troupe and tell ya face-to-face that we sure appreciate having guys like you on the roster, because it makes the rest of us look so good.

That almost sounded like a compliment, but surely it wasn't. Renee takes a step back, getting some distance between herself and this increasingly volatile situation.

Bayley: Good luck with your big re-debut though, pal, and uh... don't forget to touch up those roots!

With a condescending smirk, Bayley turns and walks away, leaving just Breeze and O'Reilly standing face-to-face for a moment. Glares abound! Tension ripples! Gauntlets are unspokenly thrown to the ground! Kyle's got another match to worry about tonight, though, so soon, he too takes off with his step-sister. As everyone as left the area, Breeze raises his phone back up and looks into it.

Tyler Breeze: You hear that, yes, they love you already here...you make them all look so good with just your gorgeousness, it's all thanks to you.

Breeze continues whisper talking to himself as he begins to step out of frame, before he goes to far Bliss runs up and uses her hands to turn him slightly so that he walks the other way where he's supposed to as they take their leave. The scene fading away just as Omos' massive frame envelops the entire view.




Renee Young: Renee Young, backstage with WARHORSE yet again, we heard from LA Knight earlier tonight who called you out, how do you respond to his statement?

WARHORSE: LA KNIGHT CAN RUN HIS MOUTH ALL HE WANTS. HE CAN SAY WHATEVER THE HELL HE WANTS, BUT HE DIDN’T WIN AT SUMMERSLAM. AND HE CAN TRY AND DISPUTE ME ALL HE WANTS BUT I STILL HAVE THAT TO MY NAME. IF HE WANTS TO CALL ME OUT, HE KNOWS WHERE TO FIND ME. I’M NO PUSSY, I DON’T DO THIS SHIT BEHIND PEOPLE’S BACKS. I DON’T HIDE AND PLOT LIKE SOME LITTLE FUCKING DWEEB. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THE GUY HAD AN ISSUE WITH ME.

Renee Young: So you don’t have a particular problem with the man?

WARHORSE: FUCK NO, THIS SHIT IS ONE SIDED RENEE. AT LEAST IT WAS UNTIL HE DECIDED HE WANTED TO STIR UP SHIT. I HAVE NO MOTIVE TO FIGHT THE MAN, EXCEPT IF HE WANTS TO RAMPANTLY DISRESPECT WARHORSE WITHOUT ANY REAL RHYME OR REASON. HE CAN TAKE HIS EGO, HIS PRIDE, AND HIS PROBLEMS WITH ME AND SHOVE THEM ALL UP HIS ASS, BEFORE I HAVE TO KICK THEM ALL UP THERE.

Renee Young: If LA Knight challenged you to a fight would you accept?

WARHORSE: I’D HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT, SEEING AS FROM WATCHING HIS MATCHES ON THE MONITOR IN THE BACK MIGHT AS WELL BE BEDTIME STORIES. I’D HAVE TO THINK IF I WOULD WANT TO PUT MYSELF IN A MATCH WITH SOMEONE LIKE THAT. BUT SURE RENEE, WHY NOT?

Renee Young: Back to you guys.






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 while Tony announces his stats.

Chimel: Being 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!

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 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.

Tony Chimel: 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.


VS


DING DING DING


Before the final bell even rings, Kyle is already across the ring and hammering away at Marseglia. Vinny is just taking it, not even fighting back as Kyle unloads punch after punch until the former UWF Champion falls to his knees. Kyle takes a step back to look at him and Vinny is grinning. Some blood is trickling out the side of his mouth before a flashes a full on smile to show off his bloodstained teeth. Kyle goes to punch him again but Vinny catches his fist and stands back up. Kyle throws the left hook but Vinny catches it with his other hand. O'Reilly is shaking as he tries to overpower the Horror King but Marseglia levels him with a Headbutt! Rather than letting him fall back or anything, Vinny keeps a hold of both hands and pulls him back in for another Headbutt. Kyle falls to his knees but Vinny brings him back up for another, then another, over and over again until Kyle just falls limp on the mat.


Mauro Ranallo: My God I don't think these two are going to stop short of murder.

Tom Phillips: Well I think that was fully Kyle O'Reilly's intention.

Mauro Ranallo: The message may have got muddled up in semantics when they were arguing about who's better because x beat y but there's a deep seeded hatred for each other.

Corey Graves: They're both chumps if you ask me. I think they got bigger fish to be worried about.


Vinny's still got Kyle on his knees, arms spread out like he's been crucified. Vinny lunges back before kneeing Kyle right in the face! O'Reilly falls back, bending over his legs now that Vinny has released his hands. The former UWF Champion drags the Diabetic Dragon to the center of the ring and then goes to the top rope, looking to end things already. He gets situated on the top rope but Kyle comes to and runs to the ropes to knock off his balance. He then walks over to the corner and climbs up, hooking Vinny up for a Falcon Arrow off the top into an Vanilla Bar!


Tom Phillips: Vanilla Bar! Kyle is trying to get Marseglia to tap right here.

Mauro Ranallo: As much as it may hurt I don't think that'll ever happen.

Tom Phillips: He's going to wish he did because Kyle won't stop until he tears that arm clean off!


Vinny scurries close to the ropes and manages to get his foot on the bottom rope. Kyle keeps it for a full 4 seconds after until he lets go. Vinny rolls under the ropes and walks around the ring on the outside. The King of the Ring ain't bout to give him a breather and gives him the ol' Suicide Dive! Vinny gets knocked into the barricade and Kyle picks him right back up and tosses him into the ring. He waits on the apron as the Horror King gets to his feet only to come in with the Springboard Codebreaker! The Game Shark takes Vinny down and Kyle makes the pin!



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Marseglia kicks out! Kyle goes into the full mount and and starts throwing down Palm Strikes to the face of Marseglia. If it wasn't battered enough, it sure is now but Vinny opens his mouth and catches one of Kyle's hands and bites down hard! Kyle yells out in pain and tries to pull away but Vinny' got his hand caught like a bear trap. They both get to their feet but unable to free his hand, Kyle decides fuck it, why play fair with a psycho and just jams his fingers from his other hand into the eyes of Vinny to break free. The Horror King is blinded but swings wildly, hoping for a connection. O'Reilly backs up enough to come running at him full sprint with the Harpoon Torpedo! He makes the pin!



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Marseglia kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Kyle might have to see the other end of his match with Drew McIntyre where his opponent just won't stay down.

Tom Phillips: Or Maybe Vinny is just completely in his head.

Corey Graves: I don't think there's any brains in there to get into if you ask me.


Kyle grabs both of Vinny's arms and holds him in place as he starts kicking his head in. Vinny can only smile up at him for so long until his face is just a mangled mess and then you can't really tell what's going on behind those crazed eyes. Kyle then swings around the arm to go for the Vanilla Bar once more but the former UWF Champion quickly clasps his hands together to prevent him from getting the full extension. Marseglia is able to gets to his feet while Kyle hangs onto his arm upside down. Turnabout is fair play as Vinny starts stomping down on Kyle's face until he releases the hold.

Kyle crawls away to the ropes but Vinny runs over and Clothesline him to the outside. Kyle ends up landing on his feet but he's on wobbly legs. Vinny comes out after him and runs up to him and drives him into the floor with the Flatliner! Bayley walks over yelling all sorts of obscenities at Vinny but one crazed look has her back off muttering to herself. Marseglia brings Kyle over to the announce desk and gives him a Back Suplex on the edge of table! You can almost see an indention of Kyle's back from that impact and Vinny throws him back into the ring. Kyle is holding his back as he tries to get but Vinny slides in behind him and scoops him up for the Inksanity! He makes the pin!



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O'Reilly kicks out! Vinny picks him up nd brings him over to the corner where he decides to give him a little Head Trauma, smashing his face into the top turnbuckle over and over until he falls to his knees where he does it in the middle buckle and then lastly on the bottom rung. He drags Kyle away from the ropes and turns him over onto his stomach. He reaches down and pulls up his arms, lifting him in the air just high enough to smash his face in with the Bow Down! He kicks Kyle over and makes the cover.



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O'Reilly gets the shoulder up at 2!


Tom Phillips: You said it earlier but now Kyle is the one who keeps surviving the punishment.

Mauro Ranallo: Yes but for how long? It's one thing to not give up but at some point it's better to live to fight another day.

Tom Phillips: Well luckily for Kyle this isn't another Last Heart Beating Match.

Corey Graves: It should be if you ask me. He wanted to kill Vinny and I say the less of these chumps we got laying around the better.


Marseglia grabs Kyle by the ear and pulls him up to his knees. Kyle ends up grabbing his arm with both hands and wringes them out with a Snake Bite. Vinny just laughs off the attempt but he isn't laughing when Kyle jumps up, wrapping his legs around his arm and flipping him over into yet another Vanilla Bar!


Mauro Ranallo: If at first you don't succeed!

Tom Phillips: When is he going to learn that Vinny won't give up.

Mauro Ranallo: I don't think he has to give up if Kyle can snap his arm. The ref would end up stopping the match and O'Reilly will have succeeded in making the Horror King go away.


O'Reilly's got full extension and Vinny is scrambles to the ropes, an actual look of fear on his face. Kyle is twisting with all he's got like he's Chubby Checker but Vinny manages to shift his weight and pin his shoulders to the mat!



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Kyle kicks out just in time! Both men rush up to their feet but it's Vinny who connects first with an Axe Edge Chop! The Diabetic Dragon retaliates with a kick to the chest. Vinny delivers another Chop and Kyle comes forward with a Jumping Forearm Smash. Vinny gets caught off balance but uses the space to hit a Standing Clothesline! Kyle falls to a knee but gets right back up. He gives Vinny two Palm Strikes followed by a Spinning Back Kick into the Axe Kick to the back of the head and the Rolling Elbow! Marseglia goes down and Kyle makes the cover!



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Marseglia kicks out! Kyle gets to his feet and pulls out the dagger. He mimes playing it and the crowd sings along but the problem with a popular move like that is, it lets the opponent know what's coming and when he goes to lock in the full nelson, Vinny instead clobbers him with a Back Elbow. O'Reilly is dazed and the Horror King follows up with the Jump Scare DDT! Vinny is all smiles, blood pooling out of his mouth when he opens it. Kyle is dazed but still fights to get to his feet as Vinny waits behind him. He wraps his arm around his head in the Dragon Sleeper when suddenly from the ramp comes out one Lance Cade.


Tom Phillips: What the hell is he doing out here?

Corey Graves: To give Vinny a reminder that you don't tempt fate against a God!


Cade comes up to the ring and Vinny drops Kyle off to the side. He opens the ropes for Cade, daring him to get into the ring but Lance shakes his head and waves his finger. O'Reilly ends up pushing Vinny into the ropes and catching him with the most devastating move in all of UWF, the distraction roll up.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Kyle O'Reilly!




Vinny kicks out just a tad too late but it doesn't matter. He shoots Kyle a look only to get blasted in the back of the head with the Harlan Lariat. Cade looks at O'Reilly who doesn't do anything. He's got no love lost for Vinny and opts to just leave the ring. Cade gets a smile on his face and picks up Vinny to deliver a Harlan Bomb! Marseglia is laid out and Cade drops to his knees with his arms wide open, an offering to his God as the Revolution rolls on!






Back from the break and the Revolution feed reopens away from the ring.

Stokely Hathaway: The following message has been paid for by yours truly, because some of us round here still wouldn’t put it past the powers that be from cutting our broadcasting time out of sheer pettiness had we not gone to the trouble of paying extra for it in the first place. I imagine one Sami Zayn could relate to that to some degree. Yeah Sami, I’m talking to you pal. Even from many miles away I saw the stunt you and your band of misfits tried to pull on the UWF Champ last week. Didn’t exactly pan out the way you hoped it would though, did ya? My associate isn’t one to be so easily duped and that’s something your clueless running buddy now knows all too well. Oh sure, I get that you probably have little regard for what I have to say, but you should know that on behalf of my associate and myself for that matter, we are more than ready to wage all out war in order to ensure that things remain the way they are around here. Seeing as how the last thing either of us need or want is for the slimiest of slimy greaseballs to be the one calling the shots. Sure you’ll probably have the odd booby trap or two for us to contend with over the coming weeks, but a successful execution of one of those is the biggest victory you’re gonna get buddy, because in no way, shape or form do you best Drew McIntyre and become the sheriff of this town, and that’s something that you and your crew are gonna to have to comprende pretty quickly. So consider this warning to be a courtesy of sorts, because the next one that you get will likely be much less welcoming!




The scene opens in the same sterile room within the asylum. Dr. Williams appears slightly frazzled, her focus divided between the recent incident and her patient, Leyton Buzzard. Leyton is seated across from her, his demeanor tense and anxious.

Week 6:

Dr Williams: "Leyton, I hope you're okay. We had an unexpected interruption. But let's continue with our session. Can you tell me how you've been feeling since our last meeting?"

Leyton's eyes dart around the room, still visibly on edge from the incident. He takes a deep breath before responding.

Leyton: " "It's been... rough, Doc. After our last talk, something in me snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to escape from this place."

Dr Williams: "I understand that you've been under a lot of stress, Leyton. But attempting to escape isn't the solution. Can you tell me what led to this drastic action?"

Leyton: "It was Trevor Lee, Doc. He pushed me to the brink. He kept telling me that this place is a trap, that I needed to break free. I couldn't ignore his voice anymore."

Dr Williams: "Leyton, I understand that you feel compelled to listen to Trevor Lee's voice, but we must find healthier ways to cope. Escaping is not the answer. Let's explore your feelings and experiences leading up to this escape attempt."

Leyton: "You don't get it, Doc. Trevor Lee wanted me to be free, to transcend this reality. He told me that the only way was to break out of this place, to claw my way to freedom."

Dr. Williams maintains her composure, recognizing the depth of Leyton's delusions.

Dr Williams: "Leyton, I hear your beliefs, but we need to address them in a way that ensures your safety and well-being. Attempting to escape puts you at risk. Let's work together to find alternative ways to navigate these thoughts and feelings."

Leyton: " "I know, Doc, but it felt so real, like I had to do it. I clawed at the brick wall until my fingers bled. I needed to prove to Trevor Lee that I was willing to do anything to follow his guidance."

Dr. Williams takes a moment to process Leyton's words, her concern evident.

Dr Williams: "Leyton, I can see the intensity of your belief in Trevor Lee's influence. Our priority now is your well-being and safety. We'll continue to explore these beliefs and find ways to manage them without harming yourself."

Leyton: "I just want it to stop, Doc. I want to break free from Trevor Lee's control. I'm so tired of living like this."

Dr Williams: "Leyton, I understand your pain, and I'm here to support you. Together, we'll work towards finding a way for you to regain control over your life and your thoughts."

The camera captures Leyton's distressed expression, his desperation evident, while Dr. Williams remains dedicated to guiding him towards stability.




How about that in-ring action, huh? Best in the world, right? Well hey, its an action-packed show but its a long night, treat yourself to a little snack at the concessions, hit the pisser if you've been holding it in, or maybe grab yourself a t-shirt at the merch stand so you'll never forget what a night this has been. If you've decided to stay seated, or if you're watching at home, the big screen in the arena and the one at your house got a little something to hold you over, cousin.

The scene is a familiar one. Backstage. Concrete hallway. Travel crates and endless feet of inch-thick black cable running down the way. You know the place. Renee Young is passing through. Headed to her next interview? A smoke break? Who knows? Strolling by a dimly lit hallway, she pauses just on the other side, double-takes, then backtracks a couple paces. The company's ace interviewer peers into the shadows, trying her best to make out some obscured figure near the far end.



Young: Who's... is that... Joey?

Nailed it. Second time in as many weeks, the "Bad Boy" Joey Janela pops out of the thick shade wearing thick shades. Inside. At nighttime. In the dark hall. He's all smiles as he greets Renee.

Janela: You and me just can't help ourselves, huh?

Sounds flirtatious. But this is a married woman. She doesn't take the bait. Just like last time, though, those journalistic instincts kick in as she gets straight to wondering.

Young: What were doing back there - no, wait - what are you doing here? Like... at all? In general? Are you -

Living up to that nickname, he rudely cuts her off mid-sentence.



Janela: All week long, my phone's blowing up and my twitter's popping off. Same question from every swingin' dick from coast to coast - "What's Joey Janela doin' back in the U...W...F?

Unable to hide that knowing smirk, he leans back and scratches his chin, hamming it up some while Renee waits for him to offer up an answer. Soon enough, he surely does.

Janela: I've been watching and I've been waiting... I never was much for school, but ya might say I've been studying. And you wanna know the results the came back?

Again, Renee just stands back to let him cover the answering solo, only egging him on with a slight shrug. That smile of his broadens as he spills the beans.

Janela: Seems to me like this place has been missing something and missing it A LOT. What exactly it that is... well... like I said, I'm not a learned man. I can't always communicate so good. But you feel it, doncha Renee? Everyone's felt it. The people in the back, the fans in the stands - they've all had this... this pit... this big, empty hole inside just growing week by week. And it sure as shit ain't a good thing. No... no ya might even call it...

A Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Feeling.

He punctuates that with a click of his tongue, presumably coupled with a wink behind those tinted specs. And with that, he's gone, walking down the hall in the other direction like he was never there at all. Only as he leaves does Renee clock the can of spray paint in his hand. She looks around, reaches for a lightswitch and finds one. Flicking it on reveals a crime scene - the hallway wall that Joey crawled out of tagged with the inscription...

THE BAD BOY IS BACK IN TOWN

She curses to herself and goes looking for a janitor or two as the scene fades out. Revolution rolls on!






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

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

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



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

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



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


VS


DING DING DING


Drew looks over to the announce table and warns Zayn and his cronies from getting involved in the match.


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Drew has his eyes on his next challenger for the UWF Championship.

Sami Zayn: Hey don't look at me! Pay attention to your opponent. You see that's why this guy shouldn't be champion. How can he beat me when he can't even keep his eye on the ball.


He turns around but gets clobbered by Hayter with a Lariat that knocks him into the corner. Jamie keeps giving him lariat after lariat before backing off and walking to hardcam while flexing and letting out a guttural roar. She turns back to the UWF Champion but he blindsides her with a Big Boot! He picks her up right away and tosses her into the corner where now it's his turn to wreck her with Standing Lariat after Lariat. She falls to her knees after being beaten in the corner and Drew hoists her up onto his shoulders. He brings her to the center of the ring before delivering the Fireman's Carry Gutbuster! He makes the pin!



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Hayter won't go down that easily! She kicks out and asks if that's the best he's got. Drew grabs her by the hair and pulls her back up. She fights back with some shots to the midsection but it's nothing a knee lift t6o the gut won't stop. He hooks both her arms, looking to end things early with the Future Shock DDT but she manages to power out and throw him over into a Back Body Drop! She stumbles to the corner while Drew gets back to his feet. She comes running at him and nails her own Big Boot! The UWF Champion is never on his back for too long however and Hayter pulls him in close for the Uranage! She makes the pin!



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A kickout at 1!



Drew starts to get up right away but Hayter grabs him and holds him in place as she delivers multiple knee strikes to the side of the head.


Mauro Ranallo: That's the thing about the UWF Champion. He's been very hard to keep down.

Sami Zayn: And you know what, good for him. It's just going to make it so much more enjoyable when I topple the so called Destroyer.

Tom Phillips: I wouldn't count out Jamie Hayter though. She already toppled big strong men before. The IC title may be in her future soon.

Corey Graves: Oh quit being a suck up Phillips!


Drew hasn't retaliates in the slightest from the knee strikes and so Jamie picks him up a bit and goes to lift him up for the Suplex but can only get Drew up about half way. The UWF Champion reverse and picks Hayter clean up in a Stalling Suplex. Hayter however ends up bringing down a knee on top of McIntyre's head and falls behind him. She grabs him at the waist and pops her hips to give him a German Suplex! McIntyre gets folded over and Jamie rolls him back onto his knees where she gives him yet another Running Knee Strike to the face! He makes the cover!



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McIntyre kicks out! The Destroyer starts to rise but Hayter stands behind him. She reaches over to grab his arm and spins him out for the Hayterade but McIntyre ducks the Lariat and instead catches her with a Northern Lights Suplex! He doesn't bridge for the pin, instead bringing her up right away and pulls her in for a Belly to Belly but Hayter fights back with some Headbutts that seem to rock Drew and break his hold around her. She runs to the ropes and comes off them but The Destroyer catches her with a Tilt-a-While Backbreaker! He makes the pin!



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Hayter kicks out!


Tom Phillips: And just like that, Drew McIntyre is able to get back in control.

Mauro Ranallo: How do you prepare for something like that Sami?

Sami Zayn: Look, I'm not going to sit here and pretend that Drew isn't a great athlete. He can take a lot of punishment but much like everyone else, he's no Sami Zayn.

Corey Graves: I think his greatest asset has been his competition so far. He's much better then them and yet there's still miles of difference between him and our Forever Champion.

Sami Zayn: Exactly! You know it's a shame your career ended Corey, you would have made a much better apprentice than Young Willy.

Corey Graves: Thank you sir!

Tom Phillips: Now who's being a suck up.



Drew walks over to the corner and kneels down. He looks back at Sami and has a few words for him as Hayter starts to rise. La Luchadora walks over close to the ring and Drew stands up and tells her to back off. Hayter is up and Drew runs at her for the Claymore but Hayter ducks it! Drew lands on his back and pops back up only to eat a Back Elbow! Drew falls to a knee holding his nose but Hayter scoops him up and delivers the Uranage Backbreaker, following that up with the Hangman's Neckbreaker! The Prime Time Medalist hooks the leg!



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McIntyre kicks out! Hayter grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. She wraps him up and throws him back with an Exploder Suplex! Drew lands right on his head and actually looks a bit out of it. Jamie stands behind him and flexes her bicep, kissing it to signify the end. She runs to the ropes and comes off them with a Lariat but Drew pops her up into a Spinebuster!


Mauro Ranallo: Earth shattering Spinebuster from McIntyre!

Sami Zayn: You want to see something truly earth shattering? Watch this!


Sami removes his headset and nods to both Genercio and Luchadora as they all go towards the ring. Jamie rolls away to the ropes while McIntyre picks himself up in the corner. He runs across and gives her a Clothesline in the corner but La Luchadora jumps onto the apron to distract the ref. Generico meanwhile gets on the apron by McIntyre and grabs him. He's holding him in place as Sami slides into the ring and runs at him with the Helluva Kick! Drew breaks fee at the last moment though and Hayter ends up eating the kick! Drew grabs Sami from behind and tosses him over the ropes onto Generico! He then grabs Hayter who looks out of it and plants her with the Future Shock DDT! Luchadroa has gotten off the apron and the ref counts the pin!


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




Drew walks over to the corner and looks on the outside at Zayn and Generico while grabbing onto the rope. What he doesn't realize is that La Luchadora has come in and slipped a pair of handcuffs over his wrist and the ropes! He takes a swipe at her but she gets out of harms way. He tries to rip the handcuffs off but Sami runs to the other side of the ring. He slides in and as Drew turns to face Zayn, he's already across the ring and decks him with a Helluva Kick! McIntyre falls to his knees but doesn't go out. He shakes his head like he's just shaking off the hit and Zayn's eyes go wide. He instructs Generico to go grab a chair and he does and slides it into the ring to Sami. Sami lifts it up high and walks over to Drew but the UWF Champ pops up and Big Boots him in the face! Zayn drops the chair near Drew who grabs it and starts swinging it around. Generico proves to be the sacrificial lamb as he slides in and grabs Drew by his feet. McIntyre jams the chair into his back but it allows Luchadora to blast him in the head with the UWF Championship! She then takes the chair and lifts it up to his head. Sami comes running in once more to Helluva Kick the chair right into his face!


Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! Did you hear the crack of that chair colliding into Drew McIntyre's skull?

Corey Graves: Hear it? I felt it! That's what real power is!


Now McIntyre is laid out as Sami gets handed both his Forever Championship and the UWF Championship.


Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, could this be the scene at Bad Blood?

Corey Graves: I hope so! Nothing better than seeing a hard working man finally get what he's owed!

Tom Phillips: Oh you've got to be kidding me!


McIntyre is busted open and Sami holds both the UWF Championship and the Forever Championship in each hand with Generico and Luchadora at his side as the show comes to a close.




END OF SHOW



Credits

Reed vs Mysterio - Dresden
Knight vs Cassidy - Jye
Caleb vs Balor - Fauche
McIntyre vs Hayter, Marseglia vs O'Reilly - Danny

[Fauche]

This show starting off with what's gotta be the highlight of the night - a big ol' promo to welcome back Mattchewie and also Rick Rude and Bischoff. Incredible. Just has the biggest goofiest dumbest smile reading this thing. Save for a few Rumble spots, been a minute since Mattchewie was around and now yall can see the holder of that IC title record so many people been chasing up close and personal. Super exciting guy to have coming back for what's supposed to be the slow time of the year, just friggin thrilled to have our boy back in action.

I don't know anything about anything about The Mighty Caleb except that there's no good pics to use for him at the end of a match. That said, shout out to Sam for once again instantly sticking the landing when he jumps from one character to a completely different one. Having a tough guy babyface that you can also have some fun with is a great addition to the roster, plus the dude's got a beefy moveset so def a quality character to write matches for. Dude's got his hands full with the new Waller / Reed combo atm but I think will be in one of those title scenes in no time cause its already great stuff.

Promos just coming in hot and heavy before a match even happens. O.C. sure-Renee-why-not'ing his way straight to our heats. The King of Sloth Style's got fighting words for Balor but also some shade for Drew makes you wonder if maybe we don't see a Champion's threeway like we had waaaaaay way back in 2018. Then there's Jye continuing to boldly code where no man has coded before. This isn't new to his Waller cause the Leyton at the Doctor promos have been similar, but I'm a fan of the short snippet paragraphs with the action always in between.

WARHORSE straight up FUMING about how things went down last week. Dude's got a score to settle with Cassidy apparently - just like O.C. says earlier, everyone's got his name in his mouth. OMG what if WARHORSE was the first guy to cash in MITB on the IC Champ tho?

Got spooked by this LA Knight promo pic that a name change to Eli Drake was coming in hot. Can you even imagine? What's funny is when he first came into NXT with the new name I thought it was dumb as heck and now its just the other way around. Anyway, no reinventing the wheel here but vintage L...A... Knight as our beloved Thursday Night Thriller looks to right that ship post-Summerslam. He's going after WARHORSE who's going after O.C. who's after Balor who's going right back after him just toss all these boys in a Elimination Chamber or something. Coming back to this now after reading ahead that WARHORSE cuts a second promo responding to Knight so there's your Bad Blood feud right there folks.

Gosh there's a lot of promos here. Two quick ones. Boom. Bop. Vinny. Trash talking Trevor Lee. Ain't even got nothing to say about Kyle. Fine. I get it. I see how it is. Its fine. Man's got death threats for the Mayor, going after life and legacy. No comments from said Mayor clapping back this week though so Vinny got that edge. Then Jamie Hayter just gonna appear outta nowhere with no intro and no action setup and she's all riled about about some sexual harassment. Sounds like she needs to talk to Palmer I think he's in HR.

Been enjoying these co-promos with Rey. Didn't comment last week but Omos talking in bigger font instantly won me over. Rey had a short but super solid stint with Breeze way back in the day, happy to see him mix it up and bring him back for another go. Most notable point here IMO is Breeze talking about winning that Rumble and that's just like the only single thing absent on Rey's resume. Look at this Tyler Breeze. Its so good already. This might could be the guy to do it.

There's gonna be a real cold week this winter where I got some spare time and I'm gonna go through and see if real finishers or Distraction Roll-Up~! has the higher kill count on Revolution. I liked this match lots. Good back an forth action, getting all that hate across, finish def leads it wide open to run it back again some day with something else to talk about. Thread was fun too, always is with Dres, I love doing lots of little rounds we should do more of that stuff. Pic of Lance Cade at the end looks like Jeff Daniels in Dumb and Dumber (compliment).

Stokely Hathaway sending a warning to Sami and Co. As exciting a match-up as Drew / Sami is, I think we need this feud to have some kinda Sami vs Stokely verbal jousty segment and just see which scumbag can be the scumbagiest scumbag of the two.

Leyton Buzzard showing up and attacking Lee at the end of that Vinny / Lee match he just has to. Also has Dr. Williams been a lady doctor this whole time and I just missed it cause I've been picturing Steve Williams in the chair since week 1.

Danny wrote two matches this week and shout out to Dres and Jye for picking some up but how rad it would be if you (yes, You!) volunteered to do one next week so that workload gets spread around some? This was a good show tho. Love seeing so many promos right now. Lots of new feuds picking up steam too.

[George]

Likkle comment, forgot to do one last week that I felt bad for but nevertheless. Short and sweet as such mine always tend to be.

The Rick Rude return is great! Loved the portrayal of him back in the Resistance days when I played Scurll (rip bozo). Always loved how he manages to get so much dialogue in there, these days I condense mine a lot as almost a character trait but also just because I can’t keep up with the rate of people like Mattchewie with absolute barn burner paragraph promos. Really excited to see what he’ll do now that he’s back!

Wrote my promo a few days after the card was posted like an idiot and didn’t realise I had an actual planned storyline to hype, hence there being a main promo and a secondary followup later on. Although do plan on keeping the OC stuff simmering! As I believe just taking everything that happens to a character when you’re fedding as a part of what they’re doing/their motive change throughout is good as distancing yourself from the idea of whatever you’re ever creating in a creative medium should have a layer of disconnect def. Fun promo too from Crann! Sure the IC scene will continue mounting.

Love the spark of this current Tyler Breeze run Rey is doing, think there’s a lot of content for him to work with and obviously with it being an easy character to portray, allows for a lot of depth within the guy too.

Yet to get the scoop from Danny (and doubt he’s going to give it to me) about who’s playing Janela. Kinda looked like the writing of Fauche (but ripping it up with KO’R) or Max or Crann (but ofc busy with OC stuff??) or Half but could be a complete curveball to me so fuck knows who’s actually rolling back up. Always thought that Janela could be a great fed character with aforementioned willingness to change. Like modernised Sweeney or whatever.

Enticing where this Zayn storyline will leave McIntyre and what’s next for the guy too. Obviously love the content for this feud but Andy no doubt won’t allow the Zayn Rule to kick in, but fun that there’s a Zayn main event feud currently.

Very thankful for match writers too, as I can’t really sit down and do one without absolutely clearing my day nowadays and that is becoming increasingly impossible. They always put a lot into it so thank you for this weeks’ selection, Dres + Jye (ew) + Fauche + Danny. Big mwahs.