Revolution 9/21/23

[Danny]

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



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

Tom Phillips: Last week Jamie Hayter got a big opportunity against the UWF Champion but it ended when Sami Zayn got involved and inadvertently cost her the match. Now shes out for revenge in tonight's main event!

Corey Graves: Well she's going to be disappointed because Sami is called the Forever Champion for a reason. Speaking of being disappointed though, Eddie Guerrero will take on Warhorse tonight.

Tom Phillips: WATCH YOU MOUTH BUB! Plus two returning superstars go head to head with Tyler Breeze takes on Rick Rude!

Mauro Ranallo: I for one hope for a pose off! And then of course Vinny Marseglia looks to even the score with Lance Cade.

Tom Phillips: And we have tag team action as Orange Cassidy teams up with The Mighty Caleb to take on Bronson Reed and Finn Balor. All that and more on tonight's Revolution!






When Lie, Cheat, Steal by Jim Johnston plays, The UWF Universe See a low rider coming out from the back and drives it smoothly out here onto the stage and rides it straight down towards the ramp away and he pulls to a stop and turned on the switches inside of his low rider an stops it and gets out of his low rider in starts shaking his arms in gets inside of the Revolution ring and climbs up the top rope and beats on his chest and shakes his arms once again and head over towards the other top rope and does the exact same thing beats his chest and does the shake an gets down from the top rope

Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero



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



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

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

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


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


VS


WARHORSE runs at Mysterio and takes him down with a Clothesline. Eddie pops back up only to get hit with another. He gets up yet again but this time dodges the Clothesline attempt. WARHORSE comes off the ropes and gets caught with a Hurrincanrana that sends him through the ropes to the outside! WARHORSE lands on his feet, thinking he got away but Eddie comes flying out to take him down with a Somersault Senton! Eddie tosses WARHORSE back in and he climbs right to the top rope. He wants to end things right away and comes off with the Frog Splash! WARHORSE however gets the knees up and when Guerrero lands on them, he gets caught with an Cradle!



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Guerrero kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Big risk for Eddie early on in this match and it didn't pay off.

Tom Phillips: Well sometimes big risks equal big rewards. Just didn't turn out well this time but next time-

Corey Graves: Next time nothing! He's an embarrassment and we all know he's not going to win. If I were him, I'd take my talents to the local gym at Rock Hard Wrestling where maybe he could win against lesser talent there.


WARHORSE picks up Eddie and brings him over to the corner and smashes his head into the turnbuckles over and over again, headbanging along with him and the rest of the crowd. He picks Eddie back up and whips him into the corner. He runs over and gives him a Clothesline in the corner. He runs to the opposite end and comes back to deliver another. He runs back and comes at him a third time but Eddie gets the boots up and knocks him back a few paces. He runs at WARHORSE but the Money in the Bank holder side steps and grabs a hold of him and delivers the Half and Half Suplex! He makes the pin!



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Guerrero kicks out! WARHORSE goes to the top rope and waits as Eddie starts to rise. He's looking for the ASS RULER but Eddie knows what's coming and makes sure to stay near the ropes. WARHORSE shrugs and instead flies off and hits Eddie with the Double Axe Handle! Guerrero falls to his knees and so WARHORSE grabs onto him to set up a DDT. Eddie however rushes forward and traps him in the corner where he gives him a few Shoulder Thrusts in the corner. He then brings him out and gives him a Vertical Suplex. He keeps a hold of the former Intercontinental Champion and rolls back up to hit another. He rolls up once more and completes the Three Amigos! The fans pop and he gives them a little shimmy before making the pin.



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WARHORSE kicks out!


Corey Graves: Maybe if Eddie kept his eye on the ball and stopped dancing, he could have won right there.

Tom Phillips: I'm surprised to see you root for him.

Corey Graves: Root for him? I just hate WARHORSE that much. I still dislike anyone who associates with Rey Mysterio.


Eddie picks up WARHORSE and throws him into the ropes. WARHORSE hooks both arms to stop himself coming off them. Eddie runs at him but eats a European Uppercut to knock him back a few paces. WARHORSE runs at him but gets caught in a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Eddie goes right back to the top rope once more. He gets himself situated at the top but WARHORSE has already recovered and he comes over and throws a few punches to daze Guerrero. He then brings him down to the mat with a Superplex! Instead of going for a pin, he opts to climb to the top rope. Eddie has no idea what's going on and s he's rising, WARHORSE jumps off and levels him with the ASS RULER! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, WARHORSE!



WARHORSE celebrates and bangs his head along with the crowd as the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley are shown walking down the hall, garnerning a big ol' pop from those fans in the arena watching on the big screen. But as happy as the people are to see the step-siblings, there's some trouble in paradise tonight. It seems like we've caught up with them mid-bicker.

Bayley: - yeah but who even cares? A win is a win, right? And that's exactly what you needed after... well...

KO'R: After what? After Summerslam? After I got my whole friggin face kicked off by Drew McIntyre three times?

Dude, you don't even get it. I was supposed to murder Vinny Marseglia. I've been waiting to absolutely throttle that Gay Wedding Crasher for years now! And I finally get the chance to and -

Bayley: And you beat him!

KO'R: No, I pinned him. With a stupid roll-up cause it was there. Now he's still walking around like the creepy creep he is doing creepy creep stuff after I promised to break both of his legs.

Bayley: I actually don't think you did promise that.

KO'R: It was implied in the context of the way I was looking at him the whole time!

They round a corner as things get more heated. Kyle keeps on spitting, not letting The "Good Guy" get a word in edgewise.

KO'R: You wouldn't understand. Back in the day things used to be different. I used to threaten to screw fools up big time and then actually do it. Like Batista and his dumb little arm.

Bayley: I was there for that...

KO'R: Okay then well... like... even waaaay before that. Back in the nWo days. Man, you shoulda seen me then, dude. We were mother effing killers. Straight up savages. Nobody messed with us and got away with it. Me and Larry and Edge and Christian and Hall and Nash and -

Rude: Forgetting someone?

Hard pan to the right! How about that timing! Like Robert Johnson meeting the Devil at the cross roads, Kyle and Bayley meet and a couple of friends just as their hallway intersects another. The Diabetic Dragon does a double take like he's seen a ghost. His jaw hits the floor. Bayley's eyes hit the flawless abs.

KO'R: Rick Rude? Easy E?

Bischoff: In the flesh! Come on, put ‘er there!

Easy E holds up the nWo hand gesture as Rick follows suit. Kyle returns the gesture. As soon as the handshakes are done, each of them embrace in a manly hug.

Rude: Feels like a family reunion! But, I’ve gotta say you’ve surrounded yourself with much better company! No offense to Larry, of course.

Rude eyes Bailey up and down and gives her a sly wink. Kyle stares blankly at Rude for the entire length of the encounter

Bischoff: So, catch us up…what have we missed all these years?

As Bischoff and Kyle are catching up, the camera zooms out a bit to catch Bayley biting her lip as she scans across the impeccable muscular structure of Rude’s body. Rude notices Bayley’s gaze and saunters up beside her and throws one of his arms around her shoulder.

Rude: Hey, Baby…oops…I mean Bayley. Did your brother ever tell you about the nWo Spring Break we had in Panama a few years back? I got a call from my buddy, Armando, to come hit up a party he was performing at. My bad, I should have been more specific. You probably know Armando as Pitbull.

Bayley: No way. Pitbull as in Mr. Worldwide?

Rude: Of course! Are you a fan? Anytime that you want a backstage pass, you just let me know and I can make that happen! So, anyways…here we are at this beach in Panama City. I’m chilling in this huge hot tub, along with Scott, Big Kev, Larry, and your brother here. Of course there are all these super fine college chicks hanging out with us-

Kyle scoffs as he turns his attention back to Bischoff.

Kyle: Anyways…so then its turns out Bobby Fish wasn’t actually my friend after all and him and the rest of his Undistupid Era dorks clown buddies injured Mark right before Wrestlemania so -

Rude: About that time Kyle starts thinking he’s going to be mister big and bad and challenges the rest of us to a drinking challenge.

Bayley: Shut up!

Rude: I know, right? I mean, I guess he thought he had the youth on his side in this particular instance–

Bischoff takes this opportunity to distract Kyle, yet again.

Bischoff: Well, how is Larry enjoying retirement these days? It’s been a minute since either of us have been in contact with him!

KO’R: Last I heard he was selling used cars. He’s always texting me about angling our way back into the tag team division and I don’t have the heart to tell him -

Rude: So, the waitresses bring out dozens of mojitos to us. Here I am just casually knocking them back. Your brother here is downing them like Austin back in the day.

Bayley What?! Mojitos are FULL of sugar!

Rude: Oh, it gets better…

Kyle awkwardly clears his throat and desperately turns his attention back to Bischoff.

KO’R: Did you hear I won the Prime Time Medal? The Prizz Tizz Mizzle? Or the King of the Ring? Yeah I totally dominated that thing and -

Rude: Anyways, I don’t know how many he has had by this point. The ladies that were accompanying us were just being fascinated with all of our road stories and the fact that we were wrestlers. Kyle here drunkenly proclaims “I can perform the best 450 splash that you’ve ever seen!” and he jumps out of the hot tub–

Bischoff: So, I don’t recall you having a sister back then? Am I mistaken or was she not in the picture at that time?

KO’R: No she just showed up like a year ago when her dad Manuel married my Granna O -

Rude: So here he is, staggering outside the hot tub and decides to pull off the 450 into the hot tub.

Bayley NO!?!

Rude: And I’m telling you it was one of the most graceful things I’ve ever seen. I’d actually say it was more of a 720 or whatever the next multiple up would be. All the girls were ecstatic! Kyle pops his head up out of the water, throws his hands into the air and yells “FOR FREEDOM!”. About that time, Pitbull is walking up to us in the hot tub, ready to discuss the new theme he’d been working on for the nWo. Right as he approaches the hot tub, Kyle here just turns and blows chunks all over Pitbull’s suit.

Bayley’s expression is pure shock and horror. She smacks Kyle’s arm.

Bayley You puked on Pitbull?!?!?! How dare you?!

Kyle: Have you ever attempted to drink with those guys? It’s no wonder that I puked! I was like 27 mojitos deep! Plus, diabetic? Remember?

Bayley’s eyebrows flicker as she grins.

Bayley: No, I haven’t tried drinking with them. I don’t think it would be a bad time, but I’m sure Rick here is the perfect gentleman while he’s drinking!

Rude: Oh, sweetheart. I’ve been known to spoil a few women in my years. But I can assure you, I’d be every bit of the gentleman that I needed to be for a lady such as yourself.

Rude brushes the hair out of Bayley’s eyes as she takes in a deep breath. Kyle turns to Rude.

Kyle: STEPSISTER! She’s my stepsister, dude. This is totally not cool, you always said that you wouldn’t hit on any women that were close to any of the rest of our crew!

Rude: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, kid. Besides, who could resist such a perfect smile?

Bayley: You keep this up, and Eric’s going to have some competition! I just might follow you out to the ring, too!

Rude grabs Bayley’s hand and gives her a slow spin. His eyes widen as her back turns towards him.

Rude: Sweetheart, I gotta be honest with you. You are welcome to join us any time that you want to. I just have one simple request if you do, you have to let me get down the ramp first..because if you get in front of me there is absolutely no way that I’d be able to focus on anything other than that glorious backside that you have, darlin’.

Bischoff, sensing the tension rising; among other things, makes the executive decision.

Bischoff: WELL, Kyle…it’s been such a pleasure catching up with you! But, we really need to get going, Rick’s got a match coming up. Bayley, it was such a pleasure to meet you as well!

Bayley: Seriously! This was such a fun conversation! It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bischoff. As well as it was to meet you, Rick.

Bayley extends a hand to shake the hand of Bischoff as well as Rude. Rude shakes her hand and pulls it up to plant a light kiss on it. Bayley squeals and giggles in response.

Rude: I assure you, the pleasure was all mine Miss Bayley.

Rude winks at Bayley as he passes by the both of them. As he is stepping off camera he leans back to give Bayley a light smack on the rear.




Revolution has been everything you have expected it to be and even more. The crowd are buzzing, the superstars are buzzing, just buzzing all around the place. The scene fades to black, leaving everything in darkness before the titantron and tv screens flash back into life. The crowd are greeted by a familiar face that...it's the DUCHESS OF DUDLEYVILLE, STACY KEIBLER. She has her leg up on a moving crate and rubbing some oil on her legs.



The camera follows Stacy's hands down now her leg as Stacy seems to be getting ready. Stacy looks off screen, having a massive smile come across her face as he Spikey comes into shot now as well. He seems delighted to see her as she runs to him and gives him a big hug. She pecks him on the lips as well before the two speak.

Stacy: Spikey, welcome welcome. I've missed you this week. What you been doing?

Spike: Stace, recently I haven't been myself. I've cost 4 guys their jobs and have been a shell of a man since. I needed some time to clear my head. I needed some space and I came to the conclusion that.........well I just wanted to say sorry to you. I haven't been able to give everything to this federation but most importantly, I haven't been able to give my everything to you so for that, I apologise.

Stacy: Spikey, you don't have to apologize. It's actually broken me up inside to see you so down recently. Money in the Bank, the confidence was sucked out of you and I didn't recognise you and then you go and apologize to Finn Balor of all people. Well that was the straw that broke the camels back. I mean look at the Mafia. The Spikey Dudley I know would have punked out the whole crew all by themselves. Your name is bigger then all of them combined and Finn probably thinks beating you was a big feather in his cap but he is dead wrong. He has always ridden your coattails. JBL, you beat him first. Hogan and Jarrett, they were weakened because of you. The Mafia couldn't lace your boots on your half decent day so for Finn to beat you when you were at your lowest...it made me sick but what makes me violently ill is Dom being Finn's little bitch. "Oh, Dom Dom, go tell OC that I want a shot and then get your bottom ready for a spanking because you have been a naughty boy". They disgust me, every single one of them and don't even get me started on that emo looking freak named Rhea Ripley. Women should look like myself and take some pride in the way we look. I am proud but she has changed her look every 2 seconds to look like a sick Vampire and that takes some doing. I thought Finn was the Demon King but it seems Rhea just wants to look like a demon. You know, if Rhea walked in front of me right now, I'd show her a thing or t.......

Just then, Stacy gets interrupted by the appearance of none other than Rhea Ripley of the Mafia

Rhea Ripley
You have an awful lot to say about us Stacy, are you still mad about your dwarf king losing to Finn Balor weeks ago?

Rhea then grabs Stacy by her hair as out of no where Damian Priest and Mafia Dom begin to jump Spike Dudley. The pair gang up on Spike as they take turns sending punches to the head of Spike before Damian Priest picks Spike up by the throat and lays him flat on the top of moving crate. Spike Dudley rolls off of the crate and onto the floor coughing.

Rhea Ripley
Now, just look at what all of that talking did, lets just call it the wrong place at the wrong time.

As Rhea finished her last words Mafia Dom hold the leg of Spike Dudley against the crate as Finn Balor who just wrestled in a tag team match before come out of no where and drives another moving crate straight onto the leg of Spike Dudley completely crushing his leg area. Spike Dudley begins to shout from the pain and quickly holds his ankle. Finn Balor walks off holding his neck as the rest of the Mafia follows behind him.




We go backstage as Tyler Breeze is sitting in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection on his phone while his shoulders are being massaged and two other women walk up with fur vest.



Woman 1: Tyler, what about this gray one?

Tyler Breeze: Ugh, no, this is for my Re-Debut, my Re-Introduction, I think I can do better than that one.

Breeze keeps looking into his phone admiring himself.

Woman 2: How about this one?

Tyler Breeze: Um I'm a little obviously busy here with something more important than your bad taste, why don't you go find Alexa so She can say no to all your dumb questions. Go on, shoo away from me now dumb dumbs. 

The two women walk away dejected as Breeze refocuses on his image on his phone, as the camera pans up, Breezes eyes jolt up for half a second to notice it before moving right back down to his phone to look at himself.



Tyler Breeze: Hello everyone, Tyler Breeze here and yes, yes, I knew you've all been in dire need of Tyler Breeze. I knew every minute waiting for my grand entrance was going to be excruciating. Especially after being teased by Prince Prettys return for the past couple weeks, So to help ease all of you suffering from Breeze-withdrawals...I decided to take time out of my busy and tedious schedule to give you all some time with me before you have to cover half of the screen with your hand to block out that Uggo Robert Rube that I'm beating tonight. And seeing as this is my return, and seeing as how I've seen some of the crowd filing into this arena...some of you uggos do look like you've literately been living under rocks so I thought it necessary to reintroduce myself for all the morons who don't know me. Who am I? I am what you dream of, I am who you crave, and I am the most super good looking piece of gorgeousness that you will ever see. See in this day and age, everybody has a cell phone, and every cell phone has a camera. But...not every camera is pointing, at someone who's Gorgeous. That is what I am here to fix, to right, allowing all of you normies to point your little cameras at Prince Pretty so that you don't have to point them back at your disgusting faces. And for those who don't know what I can do in the ring, you may be wondering, Is my beauty a distraction to my opponents in the ring?...Yes. Is my beauty a distraction for everyone in the entire world?...Uh, Again Yes. Where do you come up with these stupid questions? Anyways, the point is I am here to change the look of the landscape. To provide the UWF a much needed facelift, and to show people that Tyler Breeze is so much more than just a really ridiculously pretty face. Tonight you get a taste of what I'm all about, and it's not only looking good because I'm Good looking. But it's looking good at Every single thing I decide to do.

Tyler looks back into his phone, the woman massaging him rubbing his temples a bit as Breeze talks into his phone.

Do me a quick favor and get the hell away from me you idiot, thank you.

The poor woman quickly walks off as Breeze calls out after her.

And Send Alexa in!

Breeze cocks an eyebrow as he keeps staring at himself but with a stern look on his face before he continues speaking.

Tonight I face a man who embodies what was passable as good looks back in a time where wrestling fans were too stupid to know what those were. He represents the dark ages of wrestling, and tonight I'm going to use him to showcase what real beauty is. As Perfection Personified, I have a lot of lights shone my way but that's just the life I chose when I was born this handsome. I've got him right where I want him, well not Right where I want him...Right where I want him is a million miles away so I don't have to disturb my precious eyeballs with his image, but still I got him all set up for finding out just how wrong he is about me. Until you've walked a mile in my gorgeous designer one of a kind shoes, you don't know me or what I'm capable of. He'll learn just how tough I really am.

Bliss comes into the locker room to see what Breeze needs, Tyler simply points at the side of his head as he keeps looking into his camera. Bliss moves her hand over and brushes back a strand of hair back into place for him, Breeze sighs in relief.

Thank Breezus you came so quickly, I thought she might have done some real damage to my gorgeous locks. Do fire her, and make sure DOmos escorts her out. You know how ugly it can get when you fire the uglies.

Alexa Bliss: Done, anything else you need?

Yeah um, My shoulders are suddenly feeling very chilly for absolutely no explainable reason.

Bliss pauses for a few seconds before she reaches over at the table and picks up one of Tylers vest, sliding it on for him as he almost instictually moves his arms to put it on. Never looking away from his phone, only switching which hand holds it as he puts on the vest.

Much better. Now where was I?

Bliss leaves off screen as Breeze keeps staring into his phone.

Ah yes, Tonight I obliter-, OBlatera...Tonight I beat up Rube and give the world a glimpse into the beautiful new face of this entire industry. But before we get there, I've decided to gift you all with something you've all been clamoring for...The Gift of Tyler Breeze. So do all your blinking right now while you can because you're not going to want to close your eyes for even a millisecond for this, Ready? Okay 3...2...

Breeze snaps his fingers and the feed cuts from the cameramans to the phone in Tylers hand showing what his camera is seeing as he looks up at the screen.



1...Objects on your screen, may be even Prettier than they appear. Now I have to get my hair cleaned, so try and survive a little while longer until I'm out there Obliterating, YES first try! Ahem, that uggo Rube. Prince Pretty, out.

The feed cuts and we continue on.





As the stinging guitar note of "Gone Guru" by Lifeseeker opens things off, those in attendance know that things can and will only get worse from here...

"WWWWEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"

Upon that being shouted out around the whole arena, out walks onto the entrance stage none other than the "prophet" of Harlan, Kentucky, Lance Cade. With the same manic, downright unhinged smile on his face that he sported while delivering his debut beatdown to Shark Boy, Cade frantically shuffles down the ramp, seemingly jumping from side to side to try and proclaim to the fans all the glories that Harlan has to offer.

Tony Chimel: "From Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 262 lbs...he is 'The Prophet', Lance Cade!"

With the fans clearly dismissive of Cade's fervent preaching, he would instead look to focus on the task at-hand, channeling all of his energy and excitement into one thing and one thing only - his opponent for the night. Hopping onto the apron, Lance enters the ring with a spin that takes him around quite a few times, until his eyes settle down onto the official inside the ring. Without any warning, Cade charges forward, nearly pinning the referee into the corner, before beginning to laugh it off like the joke it is and backing off, realizing that the man in stripes isn't his opponent...not tonight, anyways. With his attention re-focused, Cade would move to his side of the corner, and in an instant, the smile on Lance's face dissipates, all semblance of the delirious devotee reduced to a stone-faced glare.

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


Both men run up to the middle of the ring and start laying into each other. This is the first time Marseglia has gotten a chance to get some actual revnege agains't the man who's attacked him twice now. Meanwhile Cade is out to prove that he can back up his own words and be the men Trevor Lee sees in him. Neither man shows any signs of slowing down but it's an Eye Poke that finally gets Cade the upperhand. Vinny walks to the corner holding his eye and Cade runs in, connecting with a Lariat in the corner! He pushes Vinny up top seat him on the top rope and goes to climb up there with him.


Mauro Ranallo: Lance Cade isn't the first person you think of when it comes to high risk offense but the man is crazy enough that you know he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done.

Corey Graves: There's no risk involved when you have an almighty God watching your back.


Cade grabs Vinny to set up for the Superplex but the Horror King fights back with some punches to the ribs and a Headbutt that sends Cade tumbling down onto the mat. Vinny shakes off the hit and then repositions himself to fly off the top rope with the Redrum! Cade however manages to get the knees up causing Vinny's back to fold up the wrong way! He rolls around holding his back but Cade turns him over to pin his shoulders to the mat.



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Marseglia kicks out! The Prophet drags him up by his dirty hair and gives him a few punches to the face, keeping him upright with fistful of hair in the other hand. The ref gets on him for this but Cade gives Vinny one last shot for good measure before letting go. Marseglia is on his hands and knees, a bit of blood trickling out of his mouth. Cade smiles at the ref and shakes his hand apologizing like a smarmy preacher. Vinny ends up Headbutting him in the gut so hard that he scurries away. The former UWF Champion gets to a vertical base and Cade runs right back at him only to get caught with the Jump Scare! Vinny makes the pin!



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Cade kicks out!


Corey Graves: It's going to take a lot more than that to take out the right hand of Lee.

Mauro Ranallo: I think Vinny was being merciful and allowing Cade to just give up right there because there's certainly a lot more harm he can do.

Tom Phillips: And I think Vinny realizes that.


The camera cuts to a close up of Vinny smiling. He grabs Cade and brings him up. He gives him a quick Saito Suplex and Cade turns over to crawl to the ropes. Marseglia stalks him and steps on his foot to prevent him from going any further. He then reaches down and ties up his legs before grabbing his arms and pulling back on them. Cade starts yelling out, begging for forgiveness but Vinny has chosen his judgement and makes him Bow Down! Cade faces gets smashed into the mat and he goes out. Marseglia turns him over to make the pin.



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Cade gets the shoulder up at 2! Vinny smiles once more and nods, looking perhaps a bit happy that the match gets to continue. He brings Cade back up but the Prophet catches him off guard with an Inverted Atomic Drop! He follows that up with a massive Lariat to get the Horror King off his feet! He picks him up right away and grabs his head with both hands. He tells him he's nothing compared to a God and he will now be smited. Vinny ends up grabbing his head too and brings him forward and starts to bite him on the nose! Cade pushes off and grabs his face. Vinny runs at him but gets caught with the Harlan Bomb! He makes the pin!



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Marseglia kicks out! Cade goes to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. He patiently waits as Vinny has no idea what's waiting for him as he rises. He ends up getting kicked across the ring via Missile Dropkick and rolls to the outside!


Corey Graves: Look at the coward running away. He can dish it but can't take it?

Mauro Ranallo: I think it was more the sheer size and power of Cade sending him out of the ring.

Tom Phillips: And I don't think a simple ring out is going to stop Cade from doing what he wants to do.


Right you are Phillips as Cade exits the ring and grabs Marseglia. He goes to throw him into the steel steps but Vinny reverses and sends him tumbling into them instead. He then walks over and grabs Cade's head and gets a sinister smile on his face. He starts ramming his head into the steps, giving him some Head Trauma and he slams his head into each step over and over again. Cade has now been busted open as Vinny throws him back inside the ring. Cade doesn't look like h can see through the blood in his eyes but the Horror King slides in behind him and places him in the Dragon Sleeper before saying Farewell to the Flesh! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Vinny Marseglia!



After the match has concluded, Vinny paces the ring, never taking his eyes off of the downed Lance Cade as he does. Vinny stops and looks at Tony Chimel now before snatching his microphone away. Vinny walks over to Lance now and falls to his knees next to him.

Vinny Marseglia: What’s the matter, Lance? Surely this wasn’t what you had planned for me! I thought I had yet to land a killing blow to anyone! I thought I was going to kneel!

Vinny grabs Lance and rolls him over before standing at his head.

Vinny Marseglia: That’s right, you meddlesome cockroach. REVERE ME!

Vinny now turns the microphone and starts driving it into the back of Lance’s head as if he were holding a dagger. As he draws blood, he stops and turns the microphone so he can speak into it again.

Vinny Marseglia: I hope you’re watching, Trevor, because here’s how it’s going to be! At Bad Blood, you will face the, “Horror King” Vinny Marseglia! But it’s not going to be Monster’s Ball or anything grotesque like that, no no no that’s fun to be had later! I want to harm you with nothing but my bare hands! So accept my challenge, or say goodbye to your disciple!

Vinny lowers the microphone and watches the stage eagerly.



As the arena lights darken, it seems that Vinny is about to get exactly what he wants, with Trevor Lee's music beginning to play out.

"THE ROAD I WALK IS PAVED IN GOLD"

"TO GLORIFY MY PLATINUM SOUL"

...However, after a few moments pass, it is clear that Trevor Lee isn't coming out to the entranceway, and that just seems to piss off Vinny Marseglia more. That is, until the Cartertron (TM) lights up, and the visage of Trevor Lee is shown on full display.



Trevor Lee: "Ah, mista' Marseglia...such an uncouth move to try an' use to ya' own advantage. An ultimatum...accept ya' challenge or say goodbye to poor ol' Lance Cade..."

Trevor pauses, acting as if he is truly contemplating whether the life of Lance Cade is worth facing off against Vinny Marseglia in a mere wrestling match.

Trevor Lee: "...Well, fine, mista' Marseglia. While it ain't the match that I really do want 'gainst ya', I s'pose I've got no choice but to accep'. After all, while I'm sure that there's plenty o' folk both out in that there audience an' especially back out in Harlan who would be all too willin' to take Lance's place by my side as my disciple o' choice...I really do prefer havin' him there alon'side me, 'specially while my dear frien' Andy is still takin' care o' business out in Harlan. So fine, mista' Marseglia, I accep' ya' challenge. It'll be me an' you, one on one, in nothin' else but a pure 'rasslin match...shame, I figured that givin' ya' a chance to face off in Monster's Ball or somethin' o' the sort woulda' given ya' the chance to actually have a shot 'gainst the one an' only God o' Professional 'Rasslin...but alas, this is your choice, mista' Marseglia...jus' make sure it ain' goin' also be ya' own funeral..."

With that, Trevor Lee's face disappears from the Cartertron (TM), leaving Marseglia with Cade, his ultimatum answered...

Vinny Marseglia: Good. Good.

Lance starts to get up but Vinny plants him with the Farewell to the Flesh before exiting the ring, a sadistic smile on his face as he heads up the ramp and Revolution continues elsewhere.




Bronson Reed is on the screen his chest puffed out.



Bronson Reed: "Bad Blood will be the crucible where our destinies collide, Caleb. There will be no mercy, no reprieve. Caleb The Mighty, I am not hiding anywhere you want to stay in the back and talk about how I disrespected you, Well I am right here and at Bad Blood I asked my good friend, EC3, to make an official match for Bad Blood, I asked him to put me and you in a match never done before in the UWF, a first of its kind and I did it for you because when you are sent to Valhalla by my hand I want it to feel at least somewhat familiar because..."

Reed's voice is steady and resolute, his confidence unwavering.

Bronson Reed: "At Bad Blood, you and I are going to step into the ring in a match that befits your Viking heritage - a Viking Rules Match. No rules, no mercy. Just raw power, strength, and the will to conquer."

Bronson smiles to himself pleased that he got what he wanted

Bronson Reed: "You see, Caleb, I've been in wars. I've faced giants, monsters, and legends. And you? You're just another name on the list. You think you're worthy of stepping foot in the UWF? You think you have what it takes to stand toe-to-toe with the Aussie Colossus?"

Reed's voice rises, his words cutting like a battle cry.

Bronson Reed: "Well, let me make something abundantly clear. This is my domain. This is my battleground. And you, Caleb, you're about to find out just how out of your depth you truly are. I'm going to plunder and pillage every ounce of strength you have, and I'll leave you broken, defeated, and gasping for air. As for the attack two weeks back it wasn't just a statement, it was the proverbal "scouting" party. It was a taste of what's to come at Bad Blood. You felt a fraction of the power that's going to rain down upon you. So, Caleb, heed my warning. Gather your strength, summon your gods, do whatever you need to do. But know this - it won't be enough. You're stepping into a world of pain, a world where only the strongest survive. And when it's all said and done, you'll know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were never worthy of facing the Aussie Colossus."

Reed drops the microphone, his gaze unwavering, his body radiating power. He exits stage left, Now all that is remaining is the brutal clash at Bad Blood. The message is loud and clear...




The titantron would cut to backstage were a chair is set up. After a few seconds “Absolute” Ricky Starks would walk on screen and turn the chair round so its facing backwards and Ricky would sit in it. The crowd would cheer the appearance of him as he’s been quiet the past few weeks.

Ricky Starks: Hey folks, y’all miss me.

The crowd would cheer and Ricky would smirk

Ricky Starks: Yeah I thought yous would miss me and trust me, Ricky Starks missed you all too and I do apologise for my absence and depriving you all of “Absolute” Ricky Starks and leaving yous with the rest of the roster but I needed time away to think after Summerslam
A slightly pained expression would cross his face.



Ricky Starks: You know that match could have been life changing for me. If I had won that briefcase I would have established myself in this company for years to come but unfortunately it didn’t happen but at least we can all be thankful that Roman didn’t win or else we would have had to hear more about how we need to acknowledge the Tribal Chief so at least we can have the peace of that.

The crowd would chuckle at this.

Ricky Starks: That doesn’t mean i’m done with Roman, not by a long shot, I mean if my little run in from the other week didn’t make that obvious then I don’t know what will. You see during my time off I realised that I had to squash this paranoid beef Roman had with me and the only way to do that is to settle it in the ring and if he’s going to be too much of a bitch and avoid me at any given opportunity and send his lackey Solo after me, well guess I got to be the man and go to him.

Roman you want to walk around here and own the place but you don’t want to put any of the damn work in and that is why I will never respect you, thats why none of the roster will ever respect you, the only guys you can get to respect you is your damn cousin and that walrus you get to follow you about and stroke your goddamn ego and make sure it stays inflated, well Ricky Starks isn’t going to stroke any ego of yours Roman.

Ricky would look fired up.

Ricky Starks: For months now i’ve had aspersions cast against me by you, how i’m just the flash in the pan and i’m yesterday's news, well yesterday's news has everyone talking about him and once you finally grow a pair of balls and we meet in the ring, then you’re not just going to be yesterdays news, you’re going to be last centuries news because its time the Tribal Chief was laid out to test in front of his clan and be rest Judgment upon him and Ricky Starks will be that Judge, Jury and Executioner and that trial will be at Bad Blood when "Absolute" Ricky Starks takes on the "Tribal Bitch" Roman Reigns, thats if you're man enough to accept Roman or do you need to check with Paul first?

Ricky would wipe a hand across his face and recollect himself.

Ricky Starks: Once i’m done with Roman well, then everyone is on notice. I’m not going to let a slight bump in the road at Summerslam stop my momentum. I’m not going to let a little time off stop my momentum, so this is a call to all the champions in the UWF and I hope you’re watching as well Mr Money in the Bank: Ricky Starks ain’t gonna stop till there is gold around this waist and once the Tribal Bitch is out to pasture, that gold is coming home and that is an “ABSOLUTE” TRUTH.

With that Ricky would get up from the chair, knocking it over in the process and walks off screen.






Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the returning “Ravishing” Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff. Gentlemen, the question on everyone’s minds right now is…what are your plans on returning to the UWF?

Bischoff: Well, Renee…I believe my client has been fairly open about his plans. He’s said that he has his sights set much higher than the Intercontinental title. My plan is to lead this man to his rightful home in the Hall of Fame!

Renee Young: Right, so…Rick, is there a certain title that you intend to challenge for? I know that I would be speaking for the UWF universe out there in saying they’d love to get the chance at seeing you face off with the current Intercontinental champion, Orange Cassidy.

Rude smirks before speaking.



Rude: I can understand why everyone assumes that I’m automatically going to go straight after my title. I mean, I never got the opportunity to cash in my rematch clause. EC3 even brought it up during my contract signing that my rematch clause had long since expired. However, I know there are various routes to get back to it.

Renee looks perplexed at this last statement.

Renee Young: What various routes do you mean?

Rude: I’m going to have to ask you to think back a few years, Renee. Think back to whenever I was the Intercontinental champion. I see that smile on your face, I wasn’t talking about that night in Denver…

Rude winks at Renee.

Rude: Anyways, think back to when I finally lost that title to Velveteen Dream. Yeah, there’s that light bulb moment that I was waiting for! Do you remember the circumstances that led him to being able to challenge for my title?

Renee Young: If I am remembering correctly, he cashed in the Prime Time medal for his chance at the Intercontinental title. Are you suggesting that you’ll be challenging Jamie Hayter for the Prime Time medal?

Rude: Sweetheart, I’m not suggesting it as much as I am telling you that I will be challenging her for that opportunity. The Prime Time medal is just another feather in the cap for me. So, I’ll not only beat her pretty little ass for that medal, but then I’ll cash it in once I’m eligible to face Pockets for my old belt. I’ve seen the disgraces that this company has had that title strapped to, and It’s about damn time that someone brings some decency and respect back to that title. But, I’ll let you in on a secret, Renee. And this one, you won’t have to keep between us like that night in Denver. I don’t plan on stopping with becoming a two-time as well as the longest reigning Intercontinental champion. I plan on going on up to the next step and finally getting my hands on that world title.

Renee: Wait, does that mean you’re officially challenging Drew McIntyre?

Rude: Easy, baby…let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. All I’m doing is tossing that thought out there and letting it fester just enough to make him paranoid. Just like UWF’s resident sweetheart Jamie Hayter. I’ll tell you what, Jamie…I’m a very generous man. You name the time and the place and I’ll even take you out to dinner one night before I take that medal from you! Consider it a bit of pillow talk before we actually get down to business in the ring!

Renee poses herself for the next question but Bischoff cuts her off.

Bischoff: Look, Renee. You do a fabulous job, as always. But my client here is a very busy man, and we’ve got places to be and people to see. So, if you don’t mind, let’s just call it right there and we will be off on our way and you can get back to…whatever it is that you do! Ok?

Rude blows a kiss at Renee before he and Bischoff exit the camera frame, leaving Renee looking a bit flustered.




Backstage the cameras open up on the sharply dressed Stokely Hathaway who looks to be preparing for another address, akin to the one from the previous week.

Stokely Hathaway: The following message has once again been paid for by yours truly, only this time I’m not the one that’s delivering it…

The camera pans to the side to show the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre looking into the distance. A few seconds of silence pass by before he turns to face the camera.



Drew McIntyre: You know considering that a bunch of people around here seemingly can’t stop namedropping me at present, I figured that the least I could do was show face and remind them of why I’m so damn popular…

McIntyre takes a moment to pause and deliberately prop the UWF title belt on his shoulder for the camera to catch it before resuming.

Drew McIntyre: Even after finding myself on the wrong end of a steel chair manoeuvre last week, my mind has not switched off from both the current situation I’m having to deal with, or the bigger picture for that matter... Don’t think I hadn’t noticed that the man who held this championship before me decided to come back into the fold from out of the blue. And whilst Trevor Lee and I may well be on different paths of conflict at present, I wouldn’t bet against him having hopes of trying to even the score with me once he’s done playing horror games. Then of course there’s another surprising blast from the past in the shape of the greatest UWF Intercontinental Champion of all time, who’s purely tried to drum up some extra buzz for his return by mentioning the man who is on course to become the greatest UWF Champion of all time. The only thing I have to say to Rick Rude right now is that if what he mentioned in his sob story is to be believed, he’d be better off remastering the art of walking in this industry before he attempts to try and run in it.

In response to McIntyre’s putdown of a UWF legends, some boos can be heard in the background from the crowd who are watching on the big screen. The Scotsman takes a moment to collect his next set of thoughts before resuming.

Drew McIntyre: Moving on from the greatest Intercontinental champ to the current one, Orange Cassidy. The guy who beat me by disqualification a few weeks ago but has tried to play it off like he defeated me in the main event of Wrestlemania in the most convincing way possible. I heard what he had to say last week and as far as I’m concerned he can proclaim himself to be the better champion as much as he wants, I am still the top dog in this company with it’s number one asset in my possession, and until he actually goes out and achieves the feat that he thinks he’s already accomplished, I will always be superior to him. And on the subject of accomplishing things, allow me to pass on my congratulations to Warhorse for doing something genuinely impressive and winning the Money in the Bank ladder match at Summerslam. No easy feat, and unlike those I’ve just mentioned you are actually justified in having a vested interest in me and my movements at present. But you would do well to let a sensible head prevail over your mad raving lunatic persona and ensure that you and that briefcase stay as far away from me as possible. Unless of course you’ve got a death wish and would like to wind up in worse shape than you did the last time we locked horns in that ring.

More background boos can be made out as McIntyre puts down more of the competition for his title, but it doesn’t appear to faze him in any way as he prepares to deliver one final message.

Drew McIntyre: People may have taken past UWF Champions for granted, but I am not like past UWF Champions. My eyes and ears are everywhere, and where they go, my fists and feet usually tend to follow. More people than I can count have spoken ill of me this year, but not a single one of them has been able to back up their words with actual difference making actions. Sami Zayn will probably think that after last week he’s going to be the first one to do so, but little does he know that those actions have only served to create a special kind of hell that awaits him at Bad Blood. So good luck out there in your match tonight Mr ‘Forever’ Champ, I’ll be watching closely…

McIntyre stares coldly into the camera lens as Revolution cuts to commercial.






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!'.

Tony Chimel: Introducing, 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.



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.



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



Tony Chimel: Weighing In at 180lbs from Ireland, the Television Champion, Finn Balor!

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

As the arena darkens, a series of strobe lights flicker and flash, creating an electrifying atmosphere. The crowd erupts with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Bronson Reed…



Pyrotechnics explode, sending showers of sparks a nd flames high into the air. The deafening roar of the crowd reaches a crescendo as “Battle Tested” blast throughout the arena, Bronson Reed steps through the curtains, his massive frame radiating intensity.

Tony Chimel: “Behold, Making his way to the ring, hailing from Brisbane, Australia and weighing in at 330 pounds… HE is the titan of terror, the embodiment of fury, the undisputed master of the squared circle, THE COLOSSUS... BRONSON REED!”

Bronson Reed confidently strides down the ramp, his steps feel as if they are shaking the very ground beneath him. His eyes pierce through the smoke, fixated on the ring, as he clenches his fists, ready to unleash his fury.

Bronson Reed ascends the steel steps, entering the ring with an undeniable presence. He removes his jacket as he looks ready to murder his opponent for tonight…
As the music reaches its climax, the lights illuminate the entire arena, revealing an awe-inspiring spectacle. Images of crashing waves and thunderstorms are projected on the screens, symbolizing the destructive force that Bronson Reed embodies.



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Balor and Reed are both posturing to see who can start the match off. On the other end, Caleb says he will and Cassidy just stays on the outside and shrugs. Balor is telling Reed to follow him since he's the champ. Reed pokes him in the chest and tells him to stand down or else he'll make him. While they're arguing, Caleb gets fed up and runs at both men and ends up taking them down with a Double Clothesline! Balor rolls out of the ring while Reed leans on the middle ropes. I guess he's the legal man as The Mighty One brings him up for a Belly to Back Suplex! He goes for the pin right away.



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Reed kicks out. He shakes his head, that Clothesline rocking him a bit more than one would think. Caleb picks him up and goes to throw him into the corner but Reed reverses and sends him to the corner instead. The Colossus goes to give him an Avalanche in the corner but The Hammer moves out of the way. Reed hits the turnbuckles chest first and stumbles back into the waiting arms of the Stormbringer who gives him a Release German Suplex! Now Reed rolls out of the ring and sees Balor on the outside just watching. He yells at him but The Mafia have his back. The ref begins to count them out. The two are arguing while The Mighty Caleb just looks around at the crowd.


Mauro Ranallo: Well there's always a chance when bringing together two egos that it would turn into a problem but it's never broken down like this so early in a match.

Corey Graves: These guys need to find a middle ground soon. There's no way they can let these two clowns get a victory.


Reed gives Balor a shove and the Television Champion responds with a slap to the face! Reed turns his head away but then jolts back to face Balor with an angry look on his face. The Prince can tells he's screwed up and ends up running through the crowd. Reed gives him chase all while Caleb just stands in the ring looking dumbfounded. The ref reaches a count of 10 and calls for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Orange Cassidy and The Mighty Caleb!





Orange just shrugs while Caleb throws an arm in the air in victory. It may not have been the way he wanted it but what's done is done.


Tom Phillips: This is the second week in a row where The Mighty Caleb has gotten a victory without scoring a pinfall.

Mauro Ranallo: Well he'll be going to war soon so his thirst for the hunt will come to fruition sooner rather than later.




We head back to the announce booth.

Corey Graves: Ladies and Gentlemen, earlier today Ariel Helwani was here to get to managed to get a few questions in with our illustrious Forever Champion and soon to be UWF Champion Sami Zayn. Roll it!

We cut to Helwani sitting down with Sami Zayn prior to the doors opening.

Ariel Helwani: Sami, the whole world is has been waiting for this. Your first 1 on 1 shot at the UWF Championship since Revolution 100. Do you feel any pressure?



Sami Zayn: Pressure? Well I don't know if you know this but pressure it was turns a single lump of coal into a diamond.

Ariel Helwani: I'm well aware of that analogy.

Sami Zayn: Then you should be well aware of how true it is. There comes a point though where you can't make a diamond any better. That's where I'm at right now. Look at me. I'm at peak physical condition. You may look at Drew McIntyre and think that's one physical specimen but he's got nothing on me. He's too big. Too lanky. He's got power but he's not agile enough for someone like me. I got the size and strength to put down anyone. Drew has the power to do a Powerbomb but he lacks the speed and skill to take it to the next level known as the Blue Thunder Bomb. I've perfected that move so much that I've won matches with it. Drew could never.

Ariel Helwani: Well it's a fine move but I think you're getting away from my question. This is your first big opportunity in awhile. What happens if you lose?

Sami Zayn: Pfft! And what happens if the world ends!? There's no use thinking about things that obviously aren't going to happen.

Ariel Helwani: Okay well then what do you have to say to all the doubters. There's going to be many fans here who are going to be cheering for your downfall. How does it feel having everyone boo you? Does it weaken your confidence?

Sami Zayn: Why would I care what people think? Did you hear them last week? They were yelling and cheering for Drew McIntyre when they hated his guts just a few weeks ago. These people are fickle and they don't know what they want until they see it. Once I become UWF Champion, I promise they'll all be cheering and pretending like they were behind me since day 1.

Ariel Helwani: Speaking of last week, you did manage to do something no one has done yet and that's keep Drew McIntyre down. Obviously it took 3 of you and it happened after he just wrestled a match but-

Sami Zayn: But nothing! I did it! You've got all these nobodies name dropping Drew McIntyre all of a sudden like they're next in line but they're only growing a pair after they realized I'm about to severely expose him. I'm about to give everyone the blue print to beating him but unlike me, they won't be able to capitalize on it. What they need to worry about is a post UWF with Sami Zayn as the World Champion is going to look like. Don't worry though, I plan on making them all realize it starting with Jamie Hayter tonight. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.

Zayn leaves and the feed goes elsewhere.




Once again, the titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, and once again, Kyle O'Reilly and his step-sister Bayley are walking down one of them concrete corridors. The "Good Guy" is trailing behind, trying to keep up with the speed-waling Diabetic Dragon who doesn't look like he's in such a good mood now.

Bayley: Hey! Wait up! I feel like we've literally walked around this whole arena like three times now!

KO'R: Why? So you can flirt with Rick Rude some more?

She stops to roll her eyes cause its hard to do that and walk at the same time unless you're a Sorkin character, but then promptly catches up again.

Bayley: Okay so first off, he isn't even here so that doesn't even make any sense. Second, why do you say his whole name whenever you're talking about him? Third, have you seen those abs? Third B -

KO'R: Third "B"?

Bayley: - I woulda thought that as a gay person you'd recognize a total package when you saw one -

KO'R: Happily married, thanks very much.

Bayley: - and fourth -

KO'R: Back to numbers?

Bayley: Why the heck didn't we invite him to the nWo reunion two months ago? He would've been great in Wargames!

The step-sibs stop in their tracks as some crew members cut in front of them, rolling a big crate by. Now that they're paused, Kyle turns to Bayley to speak face-to-face finally.

KO'R: Look I'm glad you two hit off. Go on a buncha dates for all I care. Get laid a bit. That's fine. No biggie.

Bayley: It sounds like a biggie.

KO'R: It is. I saw it in the nWo Club House shower one time.

Bayley: Wait what are we talking about?

KO'R: I kinda forgot.

Bayley: That's cause you've been so distracted ever since Summerslam, brah! Don't think I haven't noticed. But I got good news for you! And what's better yet is that the good news is a surprise. I know how much you like surprises.

KO'R: I can't think of one good surprise that's ever happened to me while at work before.

Bayley scratches her chin, trying to come up with an example. Nothing. Nadda. She shrugs it off.

Bayley: Well there's a first time for everything! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a meeting with a very important Owner of the Company! Toodles!

With that, she skips off down the hall towards EC3's office. Neat. Kyle sighs, exhausted by the everything about it. Then comes a voice from a shadowy hallway to his left.

Pssssh... chicks, right?

Kyle turns to see The "Bad Boy" Joey Janela step into the light, looking cool as all hell.

KO'R: Yeah... yeah for sure... aren't you -

Janela: Hey so I got some firecrackers. You wanna go throw them at seagulls in the parking lot?

Kyle's eyes go wider than wide. His head nods. Slowly. He's like a kid that just found out Santa is real.

KO'R: More... than... anything... ... ever...

Janela: Alright lets do it and screw it.

KO'R: Haha! Yeah man. "Do it and screw it." Totally. Totally that.

With that, the two of 'em heads off for the parking lot, thick as thieves as they go to commit some low key crime. Revolution continues elsewhere!




We cut to an image of a nice restaurant. We go to a restaurant and we see the Tribal Chief of Roman Reigns in a private room. Roman Reigns is sitting there he wastes no time and turns to the camera and speaks



Roman Reigns: Ricky Starks… You have my attention now. You see the Wiseman he wanted to send a message to you but the thing is that the Tribal Chief handles his own business. The Wiseman is supposed to help guide and lead me to success. Though even with this right here he doesn’t think this will lead to any future promise in the UWF for me, it’s something that I need to take care of.

Roman Reigns leans closer to the camera and speaks into it.

Roman Reigns: The problem is in the past, I would let people disrespect me. I would just move on because I was “The Big Dog”. Little small fry doesn’t bother me. All of them were just people I will deal with them later. So what happened when I dealt with them later? They bit me in the ass. They ended up having the last laugh. Big Dog Roman would have laughed off losing to Vinny and moved on calling out the next champion he could beat… But that’s not me. I shouldn’t be losing to Vinny… I shouldn’t have you to be bugging me. You, Ricky Starks, are a problem that Solo can’t solve. When Solo can’t handle it you get the Tribal Chief, and honestly, you should be honored.

You should be honored because I Ricky Starks am acknowledging you… And that’s all I ask for people is to acknowledge me. I want people to show the same respect that I show them. Yet people look at me disrespecting them. Looking down on them. That’s not what the Tribal Chief does. The Tribal Chief is here to help take the UWF to higher heights and not just the UWF, but also the Anoaî family. I want to make it better but we can’t do it with disrespectful people running around we have to do it together. So Ricky I don’t take pleasure in doing what I have to do. But it’s for the better of the long run. This message may be short but it sure is sweet just like this dessert I am going to crush. But our match will happen. It will happen and the one thing that is absolute is that you will Acknowledge me.

Roman Reigns is done as the waiters bring him his food as UWF moves on.




OWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!







The theme music begins to blare throughout the arena as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Eric Bischoff slinks out onto the entrance ramp taunting the fans.



Bischoff turns back to the curtain and begins bowing over and over again before “Ravishing” Rick Rude walks out onto the stage.







Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff begin making their way down the ramp.



Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota. Weighing in at 252 pounds, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!



Bishoff is the first up the steps at ringside and sits on the second rope for Rude as Rude steps into the ring. Rude looks out amongst the crowd for a second before requesting a microphone.



Rude: Cut my music!



Once the music dies down Rude continues.



Rude: What I’d like to have right now…is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, Mexico City meatheads to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these mamacitas what a real sexy man is supposed to look like! Hit my music!



The music begins again as Rude begins to disrobe.










Tony Chimel: And his opponent….



The lights in the arena go down turning a dark blue, after a few seconds a spotlight hits the stage shining on Alexa Bliss standing center stage.







Alexa Bliss: Ladies and Gentleman, Tyler Breeze is entering the building.







The three time MTV Euro Award winning music video begins to play on the titantron, as the sounds of camera flashes fill the arena. We get a shot of the infamous, and still so totally in, furry boots strutting across the stage before they line up. Once the theme hits Breeze does a perfect turn to the crowd with one of his signature looks, allowing them a gaze upon him for a few moments before his attention is turned to the phone in his hand as he stares at his image on his phone. Breeze cocks an eyebrow and points at his forhead, to which Bliss immediately uses her metal hand accessory as a comb to brush the hair into place for him. As this happens, behind Breeze and Bliss lumbers out the Colossal Omos, hidden in the shadow of Breezes spotlight so seeming like a giant shadowy figure behind the Gorgeous one. Breeze begins to walk down to the ring with Bliss keeping up and Omos following behind him.







Tony Chimel: Weighing at 204 pounds, from his Seasonal Residence in Monte Carlo, Monaco: Tyler Breeze!



Tyler struts down to the bottom of the stage and pauses, looking around at his 'adoring' fans. As he pauses Bliss continues walking around the ring. Breeze follows her around as Omos walks the opposite side and to the steel steps. Bliss jumps up on the ring apron and stands there as Breeze arrives, Bliss holds onto the ropes and twirls her legs back through the ropes, at the same time Breeze leans against the ring apron and spins his feet beneath the bottom rope to twirl to his side on the ring apron as Bliss lands in the ring twisting herself all the way in before she steps up on the bottom rope and leans over the top posing as Breeze relaxes on the ring apron staring at his phone. Behind them walks up Omos who is so giant he merely stands behind Alexa who is standing on the bottom rope and is still towering over them with his arms crossed. Bliss bounces herself off the bottom rope and Breeze rolls into the ring. Omos steps over the top rope and to the ring apron as Breeze walks the ring and turns to the hard camera just in time to mouth along with his song the line this is perfection "Personified". Once done he backs up into the corner and stays lovingly staring at his phone, as he kicks his feet up in the air and lays across the ropes like a hammock. Breeze gets off the ropes continually staring into his phone, Bliss snaps her fingers and Omos reaches over to delicately take Breezes designer vest off of him and step off the ring apron as Bliss gets hold of the phone in Breezes hand, holding it in place so Breeze can still keep looking at himself before Breeze simply turns to his opponent and Bliss immediately puts the phone away and steps out of the ring.



VS



The bell would ring as both competitors meet in the middle of the ring, Rude doesn’t seem impressed with Breezes physique as he flexes on Breeze, waving Breeze off Rude turns around but goes for cheap punch on Breeze, rocking the Canadian slightly, Rude would grab Breezes arm and throw him off the ropes, looking for a signature Shoulder Tackle as Breeze instead holds onto the ropes and Rude charges, Breeze leveraging the rope down and Rude goes over and tumbling to the outside. Rude quickly gets back up and starts jaw jacking at Breeze but turns round and bumps into the imposing form of Omos who dwarfs the big man in Rude. Rude lifts his hands up and backs away from the larger man, getting onto the apron he steps into the ring, for a split second keeping his eyes on Omos but this allows Breeze to grab Rude by the waist and go for a quick roll up, holding the tights as he does.



Mauro Ranallo: Well folks you’ve joined us in what will be a veritable battle of the egos here as Tyler Breeze takes on “Ravishing” Rick Rude



Tom Phillips: Thats right Mauro, two men who love their bodies and aren’t ashamed to tell you about it and it seems Breeze is going to try and steal a win here in the early off.



Corey Graves: I mean if I had a body like either of these two men i’d want to show it off as well but on the outside, Rude had a confrontation with Omos and while Rude is a big guy, Omos is bigger.



1…2…Rude kicks out



Rude gets the shoulder up and immediately starts arguing with the referee, grabbing his tights to explain what Breeze did but Breeze holds his hands up in innocence, the referee waves it off as he didn’t see anything. On the outside Bischoff is also arguing for his mans corner but a stern gesture from the referee calms that off. Back on the outside and the pair have finally locked up, Rude using his power advantage to get Breeze into a corner, the referee begins his count and Rude lets go at the count of 4 but punches Breeze to make it a dirty break up, Breeze falls in the corner from the punch and the referee doesn’t even get a chance to check on him as Rude blasts Breeze with a corner knee, the referee once again admonishes Rude but Rude ignores the referee and goes to the second rope, hitting a Knee Drop onto Tyler and going for a lazy cover.



Mauro Ranallo: Rick Rude back in the driver seat after that failed roll up attempt from Breeze and it seems the sheer power of Rude is getting him the advantage here, Tyler seems out of it folks



Tom Phillips: Rude using the referees momentary lapse of judgment on checking on Breeze to get that knee in and from the replay we can see his head just collided with the turnbuckle



Corey Graves: People often just see Rude as a body guy but people forget that he is one of the greatest minds in this business and then on the outside he has Eric Bischoff, the man whos mind almost won the monday night wars, this is a duo to contend with.



1….2…..kick out



The crowd seems to forget their personal hatred of Breeze just for a moment as they cheer as he kicks out, Rude slams the mat in frustration and picks Tyler up, putting him in a front facelock for a DDT but Breeze gets a surge of energy and pushes Rude into the corner, the momentum causing Rude to let go, Rude wobbles out of the corner into Supermodel Kick attempt from Breeze but Rude catches the foot of Breeze and turns him around into a Sleeper Hold, the large biceps of Rude wrapping round Breezes neck like an Anaconda, Tyler looks like he is going to fade, Alexa on the outside screaming for him to hold on, Bischoff screaming for him to give up, Omos…., well Omos is giving Breeze his silent support. When its clear Breeze isn’t giving in, Rude just drops him to the ground and saunters round the ring, gesturing to his abs and then motioning to Alexa to give them a touch but Alexa throws a look of disgust at Rude. Rude was distracted for too long however and turns round into a gorgeous Dropkick from Breeze, knocking Rude to the mat, Breeze goes for the cover, rolling up Rude with as much force as he can.



Mauro Ranallo: BREEZE WITH A DROPKICK, WHEN WE ALL THOUGHT IT WAS OVER, BREEZE HITS THAT AMAZING DROPKICK



Tom Phillips: Rude spent to long hotdogging and grandstanding and it might well cost him here folks, even though Breeze has taken more damage, a Dropkick like that, caught off guard, could catch Rude off guard enough to do it.



Corey Graves: Did you see the disrespect from Alexa there, if someone like Rick Rude shows interest in you, then you thank him, not throw disgust at him.



1….2….Rope break



The referee notices Rudes foot on the rope, what he didn’t notice was Bischoff pushing said rope into Rudes foot to get it onto the rope, Alexa tries to notify the referee of this but he’s too busy checking on both competitors to pay her any attention. Both men are spent at this point, breathing heavy on the mat. Rude is still first to his feet, having taken the less amount of damage but is still wobbly. Breeze gets to his feet and once again Rude goes for a DDT and when Breeze tries to drive him into the corner this time, Rude uses his momentum to let go of the DDT and throw Breeze head first into the second turnbuckle. Breeze is slumped in the corner and Rude charges for a knee strike but whether by tactic or sheer exhaustion, Breeze drops down and Rude hits his knee in the corner, Rude recoils out and grabs hold of his knee. Breeze gets to his feet and as Rude turns round, Breeze hits him with the Supermodel Kick and Rude drops. Breeze goes for the cover and as the referee drops to count, Breeze puts his feet up on the ropes.



Mauro Ranallo: SUPERMODEL KICK BY BREEZE, BREEZE HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES BUT THE REFEREE IS NONE THE WISER.



Tom Phillips: The referee doing his job focusing on the count, Breeze with the desperation tactic with his feet on the ropes for the pin



Corey Graves: IS THE REFEREE BLIND, HOW IS HE NOT SEEING THIS.



1…2….3….



Tony Chimel: YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL…. TYLER BREEZE







Breeze escapes to the outside into the arms of Alexa and Omos, who puts himself in the way of a raging Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff, the trio make their way back up the ramp as Revolution moves on.




In the aftermath of the match, Tyler Breeze stands alone in the squared circle when suddenly and all of a sudden, the titantron flashes to life and a supersize familiar face pops up on-screen. The fans pop cause its Bayley of all people!


Phillips: Its Bayley of all people!

Graves: Eeeew, what does this uggo want?

Ranallo: This "uggo" met the Rude Standard earlier tonight, for what that's worth. But I have a feeling she isn't hear to talk about that.





She isn't! In fact, she's looking right down Prince Pretty like she means business.

Bayley: Hey Polly Pocket! Up here!

An annoyed Breeze offers up the bare minimum amount of attention for this massive interupton. Bayley's all smiles - that smug kind she likes so much as she talks at him.

Bayley: Betcha think you're all that and a bag of potato chips, huh? Making your Grand Re-Debut against a living legend like Rick Rude. Yep. Pretty cool. Pretty cool.

Except here's the thing... Rick? He's a lot of things - a Champion's Champion, a Certified Stud, a Ravishing Wrassle - but one thing he isn't is a cold-as-ice killer who has mastered several-if-not-dozens of the mixed martial arts.

So what I did early tonight is I went to EC3's office and after banging on the door for long enough to earn myself a meeting, I sit down across from Mister 3 and I say to him "Ethan... rumor has it you backed up the Brinks Truck for that bleach-blonde bimbo and farbeit for me to fault ya for cashing in on the Barbie craze but let me do ya a solid and kick the tires a bit so we can see how much bang you're getting for your buck.

The crowd isn't quite following yet - they're waiting with baited breath. Tyler, conversely, doesn't seem to care at all. The "Good Guy" carries on regardless, uping the ante by introducing a stack of paper to the scene.

Bayley: This right here? This little thang? Oh this puppy? Its a contract. And its for, bubba. See I explained to the Boss Man that there's only one logical way to find out if you're everything you crack yourself up to me and that's to throw you in the deep end. As luck would have it, I knew someone else who didn't have a match for Bad Blood yet either...

Now the fans start to figure it out, and the cheers bubble up with the understanding.

Bayley: That's right, buddy. At Bad Blood its gonna be the so-called "Definition of Delish", Tyler Breeze, going one-on-one against my step-brother... the Human Swiss Army Knife... the Canadian Psycho... the Diabetic Mother Effing Dragon... Kyle O'Reilllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

She belts out that name like its going out of style and the crowd goes ballistic, As the crowd are cheering and applauding Breeze is looking around confused. Bliss slides into the ring and Breeze tells her something, Bliss snaps her fingers and waves to the back. three different women come rushing out of the backstage area with one carrying a case. They quickly climb into the ring, as Breeze looks up at the titantron giving Bayley a stern look staring her down to make sure she knows he's not intimidated. As he does so, the three women surround him, opening the case and pulling out a comb to brush his hair, while another starts to fix his ring gear, pulling his arm gauntlets up and adjusting his leg furs and kneepads from how they moved during the match. The last of the women is wiping down his forehead and face making sure he isn't too shiny, Bliss snaps her fingers again and they quickly disperse leaving the ring as Bliss wipes down a microphone with a sanitary wipe and then places it in Breezes waiting open hand.



Tyler Breeze: Um Exsqueeze me, how rude of you to just randomly interrupt someone you don't know on their first night back.

Bayley: We've literately talked the last two weeks.

Tyler Breeze: I have no idea who you are, and I'm not in the business of agreeing to face just anyone, especially an unknown opponent. But guess what random lady on the big screen, I'm going to tell Lexi to get my lawyers to look at that contract just so I can teach you a lesson in trying to barge in on Prince Prettys Spotlight. So if it's a challenge you're throwing down. Guess what buttercup, I'm personally going to be sending one of my crew over to pick up that challenge so they can disinfect it and give it to me so that I can Accept that challenge.

Bayley: The match is already official, you accepting is irrelevant really.

Tyler Breeze: So you can go ahead and tell Kevin Overstreet

Bayley: Not even close.

Tyler Breeze: that at Bad Blood, he will have the best and worst night of his life at the same time. The Worst because he will be exposed for the Uggo loser freak that he surely is, I mean obviously I've never met the guy but you said Canadian so like Eww, and diabetic? Ugh I can't stand fat people. But it'll also be the best because he will be part of the most gorgeous photos he's ever been apart of, under me while I raise my manicured hands in victory. Now Bliss, let the people know the bad news.

Tyler tosses the microphone over at her as he exits the ring, Bliss follows at a distance as Omos marches behind Breeze. As Breeze and Omos leave through the curtain, Bliss turns around.

Alexa Bliss: Ladies and Gentleman, Tyler Breeze has left the building.

Bliss drops the mic and follows them out the curtain.




Another exciting evening of Revolution continues. We take a break from the action and head to an undisclosed location. And waiting for us is a very familiar face. 




LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

LA Knight: Tonight, L...A....Knight wants to do something a little different. Tonight, L...A....Knight wants to indulge all of 'ya in a little bit of humility. Humility on L...A....Knight's part, that is. 

The live arena waits patiently to hear what is going to come out of LA Knight's mouth. 

LA Knight: L...A....Knight looks around the landscape of UWF and 'ya know what L...A....Knight sees? L...A....Knight sees guys like Orange Cassidy. Girls like Jamie Hayter. Hell, even guys like Rey Mysterio and the LwO. And L...A....Knight has come to the realization that he will never be as well liked or as popular as some of these girls and guys. It made L...A....Knight realize that no matter what he does, some people are just on a different level. So L...A....Knight started racking his brain, "How can I get to that next level?" L...A....Knight tried to endear himself to all of 'ya. L...A....knight started the YEAH! Movement. L...A....Knight was ready to take all of 'ya to the top with him. In a time where UWF needed a good guy, L...A....Knight PRETENDED TO BE A GOOD GUY!

LA Knight: But that still wasn't enough. It did absolutely nothing for L...A....Knight. And L...A...Knight started thinking, "maybe it's me. Maybe L...A....Knight isn't good enough". And it bothered L...A....Knight. But then it dawned on L...A....Knight, it's not him...

LA Knight: It's all of you. 

The entire arena begins to boo LA Knight as he just smirks and continues on. 

LA Knight: L...A....Knight got so lost in trying to portray something that he thought 'ya needed, he forgot what made him successful in the first place. He forgot what took him to the final two in the Royal Rumble. He forgot what took him to the semi-main event of WrestleMania. He forgot what brought him the Prime Time Medal. A simple way to put it would be, somewhere along the way, 'ya stopped playing L...A....Knight's game; and L...A....Knight started playing yours. 

LA Knight: But tonight, we get back to the status quo. L...A....Knight is back in it for L...A....Knight and L...A....Knight alone. No more YEAH! Movement! No more "With EVERYBODY saying..." L....A....Knight is done playing your game. And to prove that, L...A....Knight is putting everyone on notice. You're going to see the old, ruthless, doing anything to get ahead L...A....Knight. The L...A....Knight that would sell his own grandmother to get to the top. And before this night is over, one of 'ya precious little favorites will be laying at L...A....Knight's feet. And when that happens, L...A....Knight wants 'ya to know, it won't be on him. It'll be on all of you. 

LA Knight: Let L...A....Knight officially welcome 'ya back to his game. But this time, the gloves are off. Welcome to the next level. And that's not an insult; THAT'S...'ya not even worth it.

And with that, Knight pie faces the camera and the screen goes black.




We are at Harlan Asylum but something is off, Instead of in the sterile office the camera is facing a door, to what we can assume is Dr Williams office by the words on the frosted door window, is positioned at the entrance of the asylum, capturing the hallway leading to Dr. Williams' office. A man with "Crew" emblazoned across his chest, holding a mobile phone to his ear, tries to make sense of the situation.

Crew Member: "Hey, we've got to Williams' office and she ain't opening the god damn door. Wait, so they are in there, why the heck are they not-"

His words trail off, drowned out by a sudden commotion from behind. The door to Dr. Williams' office swings open abruptly, and Leyton Buzzard bursts through it, wild-eyed and disheveled. His movements are erratic, his demeanor manic and unstable. He slams the door behind him, the loud thud reverberating through the hallway.

Leyton Buzzard: "It had to be done, Doc. Trevor Lee... he needed this. He needed me to free him from your grasp.!"

The camera, in disarray, quickly refocuses on Leyton as he starts to saunter down the dimly lit asylum corridor. His steps are uneven, and he mutters to himself, the words unintelligible, lost in his delirium. The camera follows him closely, capturing the madness in his eyes.

As Leyton Buzzard reaches the entrance, the camera pans downward, revealing a chilling sight - a trail of bloody footprints leading from Dr. Williams' office to where Leyton now stands. The ominous scene sets a tone of dread and foreboding...

The camera remains fixed on the eerie footprints for a moment, momentarily shifting focus from Leyton Buzzard. Suddenly, the camera men turn, realizing Leyton has vanished, leaving behind an unsettling emptiness in the corridor. The crew, momentarily stunned, snap back to their senses and rush towards Dr. Williams' office. The door is slightly ajar...

They slowly push the door open, revealing a disheveled office. It's a chaotic scene, but nothing immediately indicates the severity of the situation. The crew members, momentarily relieved, pick up on the trail of bloody footprints. They lead back and forth in front of Dr. Williams' desk, opposite the usual setup for Buzzard's therapy.

Just as they are about to focus the camera on the disarray, they freeze. A hand comes into view, bearing a wedding ring on the ring finger, indicating it's a woman's hand. The crew members have seen enough. The camera guy still on the phone can be heard screaming at the person on the other end.

Camera Guy: "You need to call 911, It's serious, It looks like Dr. Williams is seriously injured..."

The other cameraman moves to capture the gory scene of Dr. Williams, but a sharp and raised voice from behind stops him in his tracks...

Unknown Voice: "TURN THE FUCKING CAMERA OFF!"

The feed abruptly ends, cutting to a graphic that reads "We are experiencing technical difficulties." The screen goes dark, leaving an air of disquiet and uncertainty.




The scene cuts to the backstage area where Finn Balor is seen holding his abdomen after being banged up in a match he’s had earlier in the night. He notices the camera and decides to speak to it and let his thoughts out.




Finn Balor
Last week I overheard someone talking and they said something that stuck with me. It was that people didn't expect me to beat Orange Cassidy, and when I say people I mean Warhorse. He also went on to say that I’ve lost to everyone and that bothered me. Don’t get me wrong Warhorse has been on one hell of a run so far all starting with beating me in his debut, but the disrespect of him to say that while throwing a jab to Orange Cassidy. Now tonight I was on the losing end of a tag team match against Orange Cassidy and The Mighty Caleb, and it made me think back to what the Warhorse said.

Finn Balor takes his hands off his neck as he takes a deep breath in before he continues to speak.

Finn Balor
It made me think about what everybody thinks of me and quite frankly.. I’m usually a man that doesn't care about what people think but this one continues to bother me. Maybe I do lose to everyone.. Or maybe Warhorse can see it within himself that I’m going to do something that he wasn't able to do and that's beat Orange Cassidy when it matters the most. Then I will be able to prove that The Television Championship is the best title in this business and not only that I will also bring back prestige into the Intercontinental Championship just like I’ve done with the Television Championship. Then Warhorse will have no choice but to use his briefcase on a relevant Championship, only then I will get to have revenge against him for beating me. By humiliating him and making him waste his Money In The Bank Briefcase by beating him just as he did to me in his debut.

Finn Balor takes a pause before he continues to speak.

Finn Balor
Unfortunately, Spike Dudley was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time and he was made an example of what happens when I’m angry and now he joins the list of superstars who fade into darkness after crossing paths with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if many more of you end up on that list as well starting with Mr.OC. I look forward to hurting you again Cassidy and stripping you of that “Championship of the Inter Continents” that you hold so dearly. Cherish every moment with it because your days as champion are numbered.






McIntyre's song hits the PA to the surprise of everyone including your mom and the UWF Champion himself comes down the stage. Big Mac's not dressed to compete, mind you - he's looking dapper as heck, every bit the part of a World's Champion as he goes 'round the squared circle to take a seat at the commentary booth.

McIntyre: Good evening getnlemen, I heard it was currently open season on commentary so figured I'd take a page out of the Number One Contender's book from last week by getting myself a front row seat and a live headseat for this one.

Graves: Its a privilege to have you out here, Champ.

Ranallo: Yes and I hope you'll do a better job of staying out of trouble than last week's guest.

Drew makes no promises while Tony Chimel makes some announcements.

Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is your Main Event of the evening!



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

Chimel: "From Southampton, England...The Prime Time Medalist, 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.



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



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

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



After ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.


DING DING


Sami, who's starting off on the hard cam's left side, circles around to get to the other end of the ring while keeping a weary eye on his Bad Blood opponent. Drew's response is a smug grin, knowing dang well that he's in the Forever Champ's head.

Hayter, meanwhile, isn't sparing a second thought on the man she clashed with last week. The Prime Time Medalist's sole focus is on this week's challenge, and she takes it to him, forcing Zayn to make the Southhamptonian his top priority.

Its a classic collar-and-elbow to kick things off. Jaime endeavours to push Sami's head down towards the canvas, showcasing her catch-as-catch-can prowess. Zayn's grappled his share of grapplers over the years, though, and avoids the predicament by slipping out to right and snagging a side headlock. Without missing a beat, Hayter grabs his waistband and hooks a leg, thinking about a Back Suplex - the Canuck escapes that by once again slithering out, this time coming away with a wrist to apply a Hammerlock.

Hayter grimaces as he the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship wrenches her arm up. She looks to back him off with a reverse elbow strike, but before it can hi, he pivots and whips her towards the entrance ramp-side ropes.

Sami drops to his belly, expecting her to go over, blow past and hit the far set of cables like wrestlers do. Although Jaime does step over him on the rebound, she stops immediately after and then, to the "Ooh's" and "Ahh's" of the capacity crowd, grabs his waist and deadlifts him clean off the canvas! From there, she launches him overhead with an astounding German Suplex!


Ranallo: The strength of Jaime Hayter is unbelievable!

Phillips: If she could hang with a Super Heavyweight like Bronson Reed, there's no reason she can't person-handle a guy with Sami Zayn's build.

Graves: Stop body-shaming the talent, Phillips!


Zayn's in dire straights, but amazingly staves off an ugly landing by over-rotating to avoid landing on his neck. That said, he doesn't really catch his balance coming down on his feet, and when Hayter follows up with an attempt at a game-ending, patented Lariat, he finds himself stumbling out to the floor through the ropes on the commentary side.

Hayter's early dominance earns some serious cheers, and the crowd only energizes more when the top contender inadvertently staggers right into the table where his next pay-per-view opponent is sitting. Zayn wheels around, dukes up, ready for a scrap, but McIntyre plays it cool and remains seated. Sami sneers at him and tells him to stay out of the way then turns his attention back to the ring.


Ranallo: I think its safe to say you've got Sami Zayn distracted, Drew.

McIntyre: I mean it's pretty obvious tht Zayn isn't best pleased at te sight of me sat here tonight. Perhaps that'll teach him to hit a little bit harder with that boot and chair combo next time...


Just as Sami's approaching the ring, he takes a baseball slide to the teeth! Hayter pursues her flattened foe to the floor, the cheap shot hardly tainting her reputation with that adamantly anti-Zayn fanbase.

The Official hollers at the both of them for leaving the ring. Hayter chills the Third Man out by promptly rolling Sami backing in and shooting the half...



1...



2...



No! Sami kicks out just after two!


Phillips: So Drew, tell us, would you rather see Sami take a prolonged beatdown at the hands of the Prime Time Medalist and suffer some potential damage heading into your match, or would you prefer him at the top of his game?

Graves: No disrespect to the Forever Champ, but if it were me, I'd be praying for Hayter to beat him to a pulp.

McIntyre: Dare I say that I'm actually getting a sense of enjoyment at being out here and seeing this one up close. Will wonders never cease?

Ranallo: So has it become a personal issue with Sami?

McIntyre: You know up until a couple of weeks ago I never actually had any major issues with Sami Zayn, but thanks to the constantly changing UWF landscape, he has now become a big problem, and it's one that I am going to deal with in the most impactful way possible.


Hayter probably knew she was getting a win with that one, but its a start. You can see the fire in her eyes as she looks to take things to the next level now.

Prying Zayn off the mat, the Southamptonian hauls his body up over her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position. In a nod to her extensive time spent in Japan, she flips Sami off to nail an Ushigoroshi. The Canadian's neck never meets her knee, however, as he once again manages to land on his feet. Sami then catches her complete off-guard with a rare Superkick.

Its not the way he normally puts boots to face, but it'll have to do in a pinch. With Hayter down and out, Sami springs on top for a cover...



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Shoulder up at two! Sami's wild hair is all over the place, there's a hazerdous anger all over his face - and almost desperate, deranged sorta look now. It might be that the competition is sitting so close by, or that he doesn't want to risk going long with the biggest match of his career coming down the pipe. Whatever the reason, he's got his sights set on wrapping this puppy up and does so with a shot across the bow.

Pulling Hayter off the mat with a double-underhook, Sami then snaps her head-first into the mat with a Futureshock DDT! The crowd gives up a mix of gasps and boos for the stolen maneuver. Sami then rolls her over for another pin attempt...



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Jaime kicks out just in time!


Phillips: Sami nearly had it there with your move, Drew!

Ranallo: Yes but Hayter's as resilient as they come - just as tough as nails.

McIntyre: He's out here hoping to show the world that anything I can do, he can do better. But I don't think he's ully appreciating the fact that he's facing someone who actually does hit as hard as she sasys se does.


Hayter sits up a little, her eyes glazed over. Now would be a perfect time to follow up, but rather than capitalize, an overly-confident Sami Zayn heads across the squared circle and leans against the ropes to jaw-jack at the UWF Champ. After hurling some nasty insults Drew's way, Sami goes back to work on Jaime.


Graves: Things getting a little heated out here, but what would you expect going into the biggest match in company history? In one corner, you've got the man I would called the most dominanet UWF Champion in Revolution history, and in the other, one-half of the eight-time Tag Team Champions and current, reigning, defending Forever Champ. Its huge! It oughta be headlining Wrestlemania. With two alpha's, of course there's gonna be some tension.

Ranallo: Is that how you feel about it, Drew?

McIntyre: I've never denied that he's a talented competitor, but if he were truly a great then he would have already been world Champion by now, and don't get me started on that "Forever" Championship crap...


Draggin Hayter to her feet, Sami props the Prime Time Medalist up against the corner post, draping her arms over the intersecting top ropes on either side. She's stuck there, showing no signs of going anywhere fast.

Zayn goes to the farthest, most diagonal point of the ring, setting up for a Helluva Kick to put a bow on it. The crowd boos, seeing the undesired outcome coming from a mile away. Except rather than set up for his signature maneuver, Sami starts counting down from three, mimmicking, if not just mocking, a certain McIntyre era move.

His coutdown barely reaches take-off when an irked Drew tosses his headset aside. The Champ knocks over his chair as he round the commentary table, approaching the ring. The Referee rushes over to warn him to to interfere, but he might as well be arguing with a runaway train. Likewise, Sami, who has been expecting this all night, abandons his attack on Jaime to come over and meet Drew, not allowing himself to be victimized by the same kinda attack he pulled off last week.

McIntyre places a hand on the low rope like he's about to climb the apron, the smiles a coy little smile and backs away. The Ref seems happy enough about this. Sami feels like he's just scared him off and might be a bit too proud of himself about it. What he's failed to realised, and what Drew can clearly see, is Jamie Hayter limping up behind him full of piss and vinegar.


Graves: Oh no Sami look out!

Ranallo: Guess who's baaaaaaaack...


Zayn turns out and takes a gallon of HAYTERADE down the hatch! Jaime turns the Forever Champ inside out with a blood and thunderin' Lariat before she falls on top for the three count...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
JAIME HAYTER!


Rob Zombie hits the PA as a groggy Jaime Hayter stands tall to have her hand raised in victory. The fans are cheering their faces off in support of the Prime Time Medalist racking up another victory.


Ranallo: And just like that, Jaime Hayter is back on track. She was unstoppable in August, put up a great showing only to come up shot last week, but here tonight in her second consecutive main event match-up, she pulls off a win over the Number One Contender for the UWF Championship!

Graves: Yeah, but with a big assist from Drew McIntyre. Farbeit for me to cast any judgements on how Sami and Drew handle their business, but if it weren't for the World Champ, Hayter couldn't have stolen that!

Phillips: The results speak for themselves, Corey - if Sami can't handle a taste of his own medicine, that's his problem!


Sami's goons race down the ramp to check on the boss man, but McIntyre circling around the ring to head up the ramp wards them off. They don't want any trouble with him - not yet, or at least, no here and now. No doubt payback's already brewing in the half-consciouss mind of Sami Zayn as he lies in the ring.

Hayter continues to celebrate, hitting the four posts as Revolution comes to a close.


END OF SHOW


Credits


Breeze vs Rude - Gunn
Hayter vs Zayn - Fauche
Eddie vs WARHORSE, Reed/Balor vs Caleb/Cassidy, Cade vs Marseglia - Danny

[AndyDNU]

Have to open with thanks to Fauche and Gunn for contributing matches this week, but also major props to Danny for writing three of the bouts this week, with one being at the eleventh hour. Could have easily just waited until later on today to post the show but credit for putting it all together and getting it out when he did.

Great to see another very promo heavy show. Everybody has been delivering some very impressive work and it’s nice to see an abundance of unique characters all bringing something different to the table. Looking forward to seeing what gets confirmed for Bad Blood and the TT sessions that are set to follow.

[Jamie Hayter]

I really enjoyed reading this. Also, kudos to Fauche for this line: "Zayn turns out and takes a gallon of HAYTERADE down the hatch!"

[Dres]

This one was pay-per-view quality, just a lot of great stuff!

[Fauche]

Hey sick show loving all them co-promos out there. Obvs Vinny / Lee gonna be a banger but I think maybe someday a Mafia / Dudleyz thing could be a great thing too. I had the benefit of getting to do some stuff with Chewie and Rey who did the heavy lifting to make those seggys work, so shouts outs to those guys and their beautiful minds. Also got given all that McIntyre commentary before-hand so I had this whole blueprint to write a match around which was a cool way to mix it up. Sorry I spelt "Jamie Hayter" like "Jaime Hayter" I don't even know why that happened. Danny bringing in Ariel for the Zayn interview is rad. That dude has interviewed so many wrestlers now there's gotta promo pics for days out there. Real solid Starks and Reigns promos to keep that feud trucking. Maybe Chase is busy travelling the world, shaking hands and kissing babies but those dudes been so good since they picked their guys up that who knows maybe the winner is next in line for the big ol' title shot or something?

Big highlights of the night tho gotta be Buzzard getting out the hospital after months and also LA Knight going back heel full time again.

If enough people volunteer to write matches every week, then maybe Danny would only have to write two matches if something comes up for one of the other writers. And that seems like it would be more fair to him. Everybody's busy and life is hectic but this plane only flies if we all flap our arms together, ya know?