Post by Danny on Oct 7, 2023 5:55:42 GMT -6
As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to another edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!
Tom Phillips: It's the final show before Wrestlemania and everyone is vying to gain some last minute momentum heading into their big matches.
Corey Graves: You never know who's going to show up but the more exciting thing is seeing who steps up and shows EC3 just how bad they want to be the top guy in this business.
Mauro Ranallo: Rebellion has always been about forging your own path and the people you see here tonight will no doubt be mainstays on Revolution for months to come! Now let's head down to the ring to get the first match of the night started!
We cut to the ring where Sami Zayn is already in the ring with a Britney Spears style mic. El Genercio and La Luchadora are at his side like always and the crowd is nearly drowning him out in boos but he just waits...and waits...and waits until they lose steam before he finally raises the mic to speak.
Sami Zayn: Wow what a terrific audience. Have I ever told you guys how much I appreciate your response to me. All this hate, all it's done is further motivate me. You've been giving Drew mixed signals and I know it's going to mess with his head but with me, you've been consistent. Well for the most part. That's why as a special treat for all of you, I am giving the first person to come out here a shot at the future UWF Champion.
This gets the fans excited for a bit. Who could possible come pout and try and make their name.
Sami Zayn: Anyone who isn't Drew McIntyre that is. How anyone could be fooled by that loser is beyond me. This grown man walks around calling himself The Destroyer. No matter how many war garments or props you bring to the ring, you're no warrior Drew. As a matter of fact, I know a guy who's a far better warrior than you and I personally invited him to the arena tonight so folks, if you'd please welcome the ultimate warrior, The Renegade!
The crowd boos as The Renegade makes his way out. He's full of energy, running back and forth on the stage and Sami starts clapping for him. He points down to the ring and lets out a big warrior yell until...
Tom Phillips: What the Hey! It's Sheamus!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the former UWF Champion has heard enough of Sami's nonsense!
Corey Graves: He can't do this. Somebody stop him!
The Renegade turns around and gets his head knocked clean off with a Brogue Kick! Sami looks around nervously. He's not sure what he should do but there's nothing he really can do as Sheamus makes his way down the ramp. Generico and Luchadora rush the ramp to try and cut him off but Sheamus takes them both down with a Double Clothesline. He uses that momentum to run right into the ring and the ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Sheamus tackles Zayn and starts hammering him with rights. The ref is enjoying this too much and is slow counting before reaching the count of 4 and making him gt off. Zayn drags himself to the ropes and tries to escape through them but Sheamus catches him and pulls his chest up high before unleash the 10 Beats of the Bodran! The fans happily count along as Sami's chest begins to get caved in. Sheamus lets up and Zayn slumps to the outside.
Corey Graves: Hello Ref that was longer than a 5 count in the ropes!
Mauro Ranallo: It's the first time we've seen Sheamus in years. The ref's probably a little star struck.
Corey Graves: It's your job to be impartial! This is all just one big conspiracy against Sami.
Tom Phillips: Not this again...
Sheamus exits the ring and grabs Zayn but he was only playing possum and Drop Toe Holds him into the edge of the steel steps! Zayn then climbs up the steel steps and just stomps his foot down on the back of Sheamus' head. The former UWF Champ is dazed and Sami throws him back into the ring. He climbs onto the apron and up to the top rope. Sheamus is getting to his feet and Sami jumps off the top with a Crossbody! He lands right into the pinning position!
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Sheamus kicks out! Sami walks over to the corner and waits as Sheamus starts to crawl towards the opposite corner. He picks himself up and Zayn runs across looking for the Helluva Kick but Sheamus moves out of the way. Sami's foot gets stuck on the top rope and Sheamus cradles him up into a Backbreaker! Zayn goes to crawl out of the ring but the former UWF Champion grabs him from the back of his tights and pulls him up from behind. Sami throws a Back Elbow to break free and then runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them but he gets leveled with a Clothesline in mid air! Sheamus picks him up right away and lifts him overhead. He runs forward and tosses him with the High Cross! He goes for the pin!
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Zayn gets the shoulder up just in time! Sheamus smiles and walks over to his corner. He starts beating his chest and yelling out Brogue as Zayn starts to come to.
Tom Phillips: Looks like Sami is about to feel the force of a kick that won the UWF Championship. Maybe he can learn a thing or two.
Corey Graves: How dare you try to belittle Sami. Sheamus wishes he was as good as Sami. He only became champion because the competition was weak back then.
Zayn gets to his feet and turns just in time to see Sheamus coming at him with the Brogue Kick! Sami ends up ducking it and rolling him up into a School Boy! Sheamus rolls through it though and gets back to his feet right and levels Zayn with a knee to the face! He grabs Zayn and brings him up for the Irish Curse but Zayn swings his legs up and manages to Crucifix Bomb the former champion! The Forever Champion doesn't go for the pin. Instead he lets Sheamus crawl over to the corner and pick himself up. Zayn charges across the ring and levels him with the Helluva Kick! He goes for the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sami Zayn!
El Genercio and La Luchadora come over to celebrate with Sami. Zayn walks over and blows a snot rocket on Sheamus before proudly walking off to the back as Rebellion rolls on!
The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to a live feed from backstage. Bayley is there just a' stormin' down the concrete hallway. She's pushing a cart and atop that cart are several covered dishes with steam pouring out the sides o' the lids. Kinda looks like she's delivering room service at a hotel or something.
But wait... this isn't a hotel? And even if it was, Bayley doesn't work at a hotel? These mysteries, as well as the delectable scent of the dishes, draws the attention of the company's Ace backstage correspondent, Renee Young.
Young: Oh, hey Bayley... watcha got going on there anyway?
The naturally inquisitive Young pokes around and endeavours to lift one of the lids off the plates. Bayley slaps her hand away.
Bayley: Hey! Mind the mitts, missy! And as much as I've love to stay and chat - and you know how much I enjoy our quality time, Renee - I'm in a big rush to deliver this meal!
Young: Kinda smells like...
Renee sniffs the air like Doctor Hannibal Lecter.
Young: Is that... gravy... and... cranberry sauce... and... turkey? Wait...are those... mashed pota -
Bayley: Mashies.
The "Good Guy" corrects her.
Bayley: Its an O'Reilly family tradition. Ya know, being Irish and all.
Young: So this is some kinda Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner?
Bayley: Nailed it, Renee. This is that. I don't know if you remember, but about this time last year I actually met Kyle for the first time at one of your whack-ass-month-early Turkey Day dinners. This is back when my dad and his Granna just started dating. Anywhoooo, we got off on the wrong foot on account of I was observing NoMeatTober and I ate all the Mashies, which, and I swear I didn't know this at the time, are a favourite of Kyle's. So I thought to myself, I thought "Self, how you gonna make it up to your step-bro this year?"
Young: So to show him how Thankful you are you're bringing him Turkey Dinner... but Canadian Thanksgiving is still a few days away!
Bayley: Ah sue me! As far as I'm concerned, its waaaaaaaay too early anyway, so what's a couple more days? Besides a nice hearty meal ahead of his big match at Bad Blood sounds pretty good to me, especially since - and gosh, not to make light of eating disorders nor their deathgrip on the fashion industry - but Tyler Breeze is probably starving himself right now just so he can fit in to whatever goofball outfit he's going to lose in come the pay-per-view.
Now if you'll excuse me, the food's getting cold!
She steamrolls past Renee, hollering a warning at all who would dare to cross her path.
Bayley: Beep beep! Move it or lose it, people!
The shot fades out as Bayley continues her quest for delivery!
Early Morning
A Detective stands amidst the charred remnants of the once familiar street, a solemn witness to the aftermath of a devastating fire. The diner, now reduced to a haunting specter of its former self, stands as a solemn testament to the chaos that recently consumed this spot. The air is laden with the acrid scent of scorched wood and lingering smoke.
Camera methodically scans the scene, absorbing the heavy atmosphere of loss and destruction. Onlookers are held at bay by diligent police officers, their expressions reflecting a mix of sorrow and disbelief. The heart of the town aches, for the diner's destruction has left behind a palpable void. Among the debris, a glint of metal catches the eye of the detective. It's Dr. Williams' locket, slightly tarnished but miraculously intact. The camera zooms in on the detectives hand, capturing this small, poignant piece of the larger story.
Later that morning
The scene shifts to a bustling police department, officers hurrying about with a sense of urgency. The scene shifts to a close up on the chest of a Detective, The badge has etched into it "Detective Parker." . They stand before a whiteboard covered in photographs and evidence. The images tell a story of destruction and despair. He's deep in thought, piecing together the puzzle.
Officer ???: "Detective, we've been searching everywhere. Still no sign of Buzzard."
Detective Parker: "Keep at it, Jones. We can't afford to lose him. Not after what happened at the asylum."
The camera focuses intently on the whiteboard, honing in on a photograph of Dr. Williams' locket. The camera cuts to Officer Jones going through a box of evidence, His face appears to contort with confusion as he looks up to Parker....
Officer Jones: "Detective, where's the locket? It was right here."
Detective Parker: "What do you mean it's gone?"
Both exchange a worried look, realizing the significance of this missing piece of evidence.
The arena falls into a hushed anticipation as the lights dim. Suddenly, the crowd erupts in chants of "war, war, war!" The powerful chords of "Get Ready for War" begins to resonate, setting the stage.
From the mist emerges a Viking long ship, carried by warriors with faces painted for battle. Flames flicker on the ship's shields. Erik, towering in Viking armor, leads, brandishing a battle axe. Beside him, Ivar wields a massive shield and a menacing war-hammer.
They march down the ramp to the pounding drums. The ground trembles under their might. At the ring, Erik and Ivar unleash a primal war cry. The crowd roars in response.
In the ring, the War Raiders stand tall, ready for battle. The long ship disappears into the mist. They remain, embodiment of strength and determination.
The chant of "War, war, war!" echoes, The raiders remove their regalia as the crowd continue spurring the two behemoths on.
"Say So" blast throughout the speakers of the arena, Waller makes his way onto the stage. He steps onto the stage, bathed in a spotlight. Waller raises his microphone to his lips, ready to deliver a scathing promo.
Grayson Waller: "Well, well, well, would you look at this sorry excuse for an audience. You're in the presence of greatness, and yet, all I hear are the cries of mediocrity. But don't worry, Bronson and I are going to get rid of our little viking infestation starting with the two who are taking up valuable TV time in that ring right now..."
Waller's theme music fades, replaced by the thunderous beat of "Battle Tested." The arena erupts as Bronson Reed steps onto the stage, radiating sheer domination. The two Australians exchange a nod, a silent understanding passing between them, their fists bumping in a display of unity. Together, they start their descent toward the ring.
Waller's confidently strides down the ramp, his gaze fixed on the ring. He ascends the steel steps and he uses the ropes to launch himself over the ropes as he plays to the crowd the more they boo, Reed follows behind he enters the ring behind Waller, he isn't taking his eyes of the two foes on the apron awaiting the bell to ding...
DING DING DING
As the bell rings, Waller steps forward, eager to start the match. He locks eyes with Ivar who enters the ring at the sign of the bell, Reed exits the ring to the apron as Waller and Ivar lock horns. Waller is sent across the ring with an Viking whip, Grayson on the rebound meets the legal viking with a drop kick, The man from times past stumbles he shakes his head as he refuses to move. Waller ducks a lariat attempt as he rebounds off the ropes, Waller goes low with a shoulder block into the knee of the big man, Ivar falls to a knee. Waller goes to the ropes once more as he rebounds going for a spinning uppercut, Ivar catches the Aussie loudmouth mid motion as he stands lifting Waller right into a back drop...
Ivar is quick as a fox as he and his partner, Erik, tag with a forearm bump. The two vikings lift the Waller to his feet, Ivar goes to the ropes as Erik lifts the Aussie, Grayson Waller, right into the air holding him as Ivar with cat like agility uses the ropes to springboard connecting on Waller with an emphatic springboard clothesline that sends them crashing hard into the canvas...
Tom Phillips: "Tag Team specialist causing some pain, Maybe they bit off more than they can chew..."
Ivar rolls out of the ring no wasted motion, Erik connects with a knee right onto the jaw of Waller, sending a tooth flying through the air, Erik screams as he lifts Waller onto his shoulder before planting him down with great force, Waller gets the air forcefully pushed out of his lungs from the power slam...
Waller is searching for his corner, Erik grabs him by the ears throwing him into the vikings corners, Erik throws hay maker after haymaker into the stomach as Ivar wants back in. Ivar and Erik line up as Waller slips through Ragnorok, He jumps as Reed connects with the tag. Erik exits the ring as the referee begins to count for the DQ...
Reed enters the ring as Ivar is right him launching a knee into the ribs of Reed, pinning the Australian between the turnbuckles and mass of humanity, Ivar begins to smack Reed on his tree trunk of a neck with clubbing blows, Waller is on the apron as he grabs a handful of beard before tugging tearing out a souvenir, Ivar steps back anger feels his eyes, The momentary distraction is enough for Reed to shoulder block the Viking to size as he is sent crashing to the canvas...
Corey Graves: "Waller taking a momento from this match"
Ivar scrambles to his feet, Reed goes wide but Ivar ducks as he cartwheels to the side the crowd impressed by the agility of the big man, Reed walks right into a right that sends him back into the ropes. Sensing the momentum shift, Reed seizes the moment. He charges forward, driving Ivar into the corner with a thunderous splash. The ring shakes under the immense force.
Reed looks to Waller as he points to Erik who is on the apron, Reed grabs the ears of the other viking before yanking him into the ring, over the top rope, Big Bronson Reed lifts up Erik into a slam as he holds all the weight, Ivar has got to his feet he runs at Big Bronson Reed but is caught into the grasp of the Aussie Behemoth, Reed smiles as he slams The Viking Raiders hard into the canvas just about putting a hole in the middle of the Ring...
Reed slowly makes his way up the turnbuckle, He gets to the top rope where he looks down at the Viking stack, He jumps and connects with a splash that just about puts a dent into the canvas...
Mauro Ranallo: "DOUBLE TSUNAMI!"
Reed positions both guys for the double pin but Waller is calling his shot, He wants in. The Aussie Collosus smiles as he smacks Waller hard across the chest as he rolls out of the ring and looks on to what Waller is about to do. Ivar having just managed to pull himself up using the ropes, turns around just in time to see Grayson in action. With lightning speed and precision, Grayson lunges through the ropes, rolling forward, executing a flawless stunner.
Mauro Ranallo: "Rolling Thunder Stunner from DOWN UNDER!"
Waller hooks both legs of Ivar...
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Three...
DING DING DING
Tony Chimel: "Here are your winners by pinfall, The team of Grayson Waller and Bronson Reed!"
Wallers jumping around as he directs Reed back into the ring, Reed wanting to give these two a viking burial begins offloading boots into Ivar, He hoist up Ivar before planting him with a power slam, Erik goes to attack Reed but is met with an elbow for his trouble, Reed throws Erik across the ring into the turnbuckles as he follows up with a huge splash into the corner. Reed smiles as Erik is knocked silly, Bronson grabs around the waist before using all his strength to send Erik flying with a release suplex, Erik lands on the back of his neck.
Reed isn't done here as Ivar is now slowly rising to his feet once more, Reed lifts up Ivar once more before planting him right into his tag partner, Erik, with a power bomb from the heavens. Reed smiles as Waller gets in the vikings faces, "You thought you had us, huh?". Reed lifts up Ivar once more for another power bomb right onto the head of Erik. Reed makes another Viking short stack, Reed goes up to the top rope...
The crowd come unglued as The Mighty Caleb having seen enough comes running down to the ring, Waller gets out of dodge rolling under the ropes. Reed however gets down from the top rope as he picks up the dead weight of Ivar and Erik and evacuates them from the ring over the top rope as Caleb slides into the ring. Reed goes to put down Caleb with a headbutt of sorts but the viking that could connects with an elbow to the forehead, Caleb goes to the rope before rebounding with a lariat attempt, that sends Reed crashing hard into the canvas, The shock in the arena from the fall of the Colossus stuns bystanders, Caleb knowing a simple lariat will not suffice gets Reeds off the canvas, He uses all his might he has Reed on his shoulder, He struggles with the sheer weight of the Colossus as the crowd stunned by the strength shown, Caleb goes to hit a jackknife power bomb, but with lightning speed and precision, Waller lunges through the ropes, rolling forward, executing a flawless stunner. Caleb crumbles to the canvas as Reed comes crashing down on top for extra insult to injury. Reed rolls out of the ring embarrassed by being outclassed but Waller is still in the ring barking at Caleb...
"I got you, You don't belong -"
Grayson barking at Caleb as all of a sudden he is stopped mid sentence by a hand grasping at his throat, Its Caleb he is already beginning to get to his feet as he keeps hold of Wallers throat, He is sick of the constant trash talk from Waller. Caleb begins pumping his hand as the crowd begin to chant "SKAL, SKAL , SKAL". Caleb goes to lift up for the jackhammer but Reed grabs hold of Wallers feet pulling him from the Vikings grasp, Waller is saved by the bell as Reed and Waller nurse their wounds as they stare down Caleb who is center stage ready for the two Australians...
The titantron flashes to life, replacing the show graphic with an establishing shot of Stonybrook Middle School of all places.
In the bushes near the entrance - rustling. Could it be small game? No. Its the Godfather of Cutthroat Journalism, Jaytherious J. Jones and his partner, the immunable Moondog LeCavlier. They aren't alone, either, because of course, Heath Slater and Rhino are right there on the case with them, too.
Slater: Are you guys sure about this? I don't feel too comfortable creeping around outside of schools. I don't now if you know this, but I've got kids.
Jones: Think about it Slates, who do we always run into when we're hot on the trail of Invisible Stan? That little barfnugget Nicholas!
LeCavlier: Using some modern day hacking tactics they don't even teach at Northwestern, I created something called a Facebook Profile and used to infultrate the system. It turns out kids don't even have the Facebook anymore, but you'd better believe that his mom does. Not to get too deep into how the sausage was made, but I might have got two birds with one stone here, in terms of "cracking the case" and "me getting so tang" goes.
Rhino: Gore.
LeCavlier: Well we're not all in romance novel-esque monogamous relationships, big guy. Some of us gotta play the field, and my low moral fibre was the key that unlocked the location for today's stakeout. You can thank me when we've got Invisible Stan in cuffs.
Just then, the bell rings! Student rush for the doors to attend their classes.
Jones: Quick! Now's our chance!
The gang jumps out of the bush and seemlesly blends into the crowd of students funneling into the entrance. Their sunglasses and mousctaches and six-foot-plus frames don't stand out at all and raise no suspicions. Once they're in the hallways proper, however, they find themselves at a complete loss.
Slater: Now what?
LeCavlier: It smells like somebody put body spray on a heated urinal in here.
Jones: Its disgusting. If you popped all the zits on these kids you could fill a couple of milk jugs with the pus.
Rhino: Gore.
Slater: Rhino's right. We should ask for directions.
Jones: Yeah cause there's nothing suspicious about four adult men walking into a middle school and asking where some kid's locker is or where he's gonna be ten minutes from now.
Slater: Bite me. I'm asking that janitor over there.
LeCavlier: I just saw somebody pull a poptart out of their pocket, take a bite, and then put the rest back.
While Moondog is being overwhelmed by the grossness of adolescence, Slater goes over and taps the custodian on the shoulder.
Slater: Excuse me sir I was - JIMMINY CHRISTMAS AND JUMPIN JEHOSAPHATS!!
The janitor wheels around to reveal that they're not in fact a janitor, but the Best in the Biz, Scoops McCallahan!
McCallahan: Late as usual, gentlemen.
Jones: Better late than never - which is a period joke - you barren hag. I heard that God hates you much he cursed with a Saharan womb.
McCallahan: That's the difference between us, Jones. When I go to publish, nobody thinks that I'm kidding around.
Jones: You know I've been meaning to compliment you on your disguise game. It must be hard covering up your Elephant Man facial bone structure.
McCallahan: Oh, hey, speaking of bones, our mail got mixed up again. Yeah, the GQ Teeny Tiny Penis Calendar came to my apartment instead of yours, so if you wanna swing by and pick that up some time, that'd be great. They've got you featured for February this year. The shortest month.
Slater: Hey knock it off! There's work to do! I swear ya'll got more tense, sexual frustration than a Sadie Hawkins Dance.
The gang peeks around the corner and eyes students approaching their respective lockers.
Slater: There he is. Now we just approach him nice and…
Rhino: GOOOORRRRREEEE!!!!
Rhino charges with reckless abandon and takes poor Nicholas down. The others rush over.
Moondog: Rhino, what in the…
Jones grabs Nicholas by the shirt collar.
Jones: WHERE’S INVISIBLE STAN!?
School Officer: What’s going on here? All of you get to the principal’s office now!
Things cut away to Jones, Moondog, Slater, Rhino, Scoops, and a woozy Nicholas sitting in chairs outside of the principal’s office.
Moondog: I can’t believe we got sent to the principal’s office.
Jones: I can’t believe Invisible Stan is going to get away from us again!
Slater and Rhino are heard loudly eating something.
Slater: I can’t believe it’s not butter!
Rhino: Gore.
Suddenly the door opens.
School Officer: The principal will see you now.
All of them individually file in looking nervous and sit down. The principal’s chair is turned around.
Principal: Am I to understand that you broke in to my school?
Jones: Y…yes.
Principal: And you also snuck around the halls like some sort of group of rogues?
Moondog: That’s correct.
Principal: And then you assaulted a student?
Rhino: Gore.
Principal: Well I only have one thing to say…
The chair spins around.
Yikes Carumba: Do you like my new braces? I’m still getting used to them. And my glasses, do you think they’re too much?
The whole group of them look flabbergasted.
Scoops: Yikes, how in the hell did you…
Jones: Normally I’d encourage you wasting your breath, you fire breathing slut, but it doesn’t matter how she did it, NOW we get our answers about Invisible Stan!
Yikes: Hold on, my braces are tingling. I feel a RUMOR coming on!
Yikes rubs her braces sensually. Her eyes roll back into her skull and her voice drops an octave with the prophecy of some hot gos.
Carumba: DID YOU HEAR THAT RICK RUDE GETS ERIC BISCHOFF TO DRAW HIS PICTURE-PERFECT ABS ON WITH A SHARPIE AND HIDES IT WITH SPRAY TAN LIKE THE EXTRAS IN THE 2007 BOX OFFICE SMASH HIT 300?
She pulls out of the coma state with a gasp and immediately starts tweeting about the unverified news.
McCallahan: Right. That's enough detention for one day. I feel adequately punished.
LeCavlier: And then some.
J.J. leads the pack in getting up out of their chairs and heading for the door.
Jones: Plus we're still not any closer to - hold on... what the shit hell dammit is this?
He stops dead in his tracks right in front of the door and pulls a piece of paper - some might even say a flier or a poster - off of it. Its been but crudely taped on with a single strip of the ol' scotch. The crowd around to examine it.
LeCavlier: Looks like some kind of flier.
Rhino: Gore.
Slater: Rhino is right. I'd say its more of a poster.
McCallahan: It says its for a Halloween Dance - The Pumpkin Patch Gala. How equally cute and revolting.
Jones: Was this on the door when we came in?
LeCavlier: ... Hmmm... I don't think so?
McCallahan: No. I would have remembered hating it earlier.
Jones: I trust you bitterness, Scoops, and nothing else.
Slater: So if it wasn't there before...
LeCavlier: And we didn't see anybody hang it...
Jones: Then that must mean...
Rhino: Gore.
McCallahan: Somebody Invisible must have put it there! It was Invisible Stan! We just missed him!
Yikes comes over after adjusting her new glasses, takes the piece of paper, and out of habit folds it into a paper airplane that she zooms around the room, imagining herself parachuting from it while the others formulate a plot.
LeCavlier: If we hurry maybe we can find him!
McCallahan: That never works. But luckily, we know where he's going to be. Why else would he be putting up posters for an event that happens to be the exact same night as Halloween Havoc?
Jones: Of course. It all makes sense.
Slater: Well if we're going to a Pumpkin Patch gala, first things first, we're going to need costumes. Lots of costumes.
Nicholas: Aren't you guys a little old for junior high dances?
McCallahan: Holy moses I forget you were even here.
Jones: Shut it, kid. You've been no help, once again.
J.J. shoves Nicholas into the nearest trash can and the gang hightails it out of the the Principal's Office, headed for the nearest costume store. The show rolls on!
Mauro Ranallo: Well ladies and gentlemen at this time we’d like to bring your attention to an out of the blue incident that took place on Revolution last week which our cameras were able to pick up. Take a look if you will…
The cameras open up away from the ring where a dark blue sports car that won’t be named for licensing reasons pulls into the parking lot. The windows are blacked out so it’s a complete unknown as to who may be inside, but once it parks up right in front of the camera for convenience sakes, the door opens to reveal that it is in fact Stokely Hathaway inside. The business associate of the UWF Champion Drew McIntyre is sharply dressed and clearly trying to show off to a degree, but his attempt to exit the flashy car whilst looking like a badass ends in complete and utter disaster, as no sooner has he left the automobile than he has endured a banana skin moment and fallen straight to the concrete floor.
Stokely Hathaway: Argggghhhhh!!! What the hell?!?!
As the camera zooms out, it reveals that the floor is a tad wet after presumably being cleaned. Hathaway crawls out of the damp patch and gets back to his feet, appearing more annoyed than hurt if anything.
Stokely Hathaway: Well that’s a hot and fresh lawsuit coming this company’s way! Where’s the damn signage for that, huh??
Hathaway looks around when all of a sudden a vaguely familiar figure comes across with a wet floor sign to hand.
Kikutaro: Ohhh! I am so sorry. I just clean this spot and had to run back for the warning. Are you hurt?
Stokely Hathaway: No I ain’t hurt, but this suit is both damp and wrecked. That’s gonna be coming out of your paycheck buddy!
Kikurato: Ohhh noooo!
Realizing he has messed up in a big, big way, Kikutaro appears to break down and drops the sign on the ground as he clutches his masked head with both hands in despair.
Stokely Hathaway: Who in the blazes are you supposed to be anyway??
Kikutaro: I am Kikutaro, I am former UWF wrestler who now work part-time for Mr Ethan as official janitor.
Stokely Hathaway: Is that so, huh? Well if I were you Mr Kickabarro, I’d start getting ready to look for new work, cause you’re gonna need it once Carter hears about this little 'accident'.
Kikutaro: Nooo! Pleaseeee! Don’t go to Mr Ethan!
Hathaway tries to walk away only for Kikutaro to grab hold of him in an attempt to stop him from going to EC3 to report the incident.
Stokely Hathaway: Hey get the hell off me you freakshow!
Clearly unhappy with being touched, Hathaway attempts a swing at Kikutaro which connects but doesn’t exactly deal significant damage. Emotions are all over the place it seems as instead of letting go, Kikutaro tries to pull Hathaway closer and swing back at him.
Stokely Hathaway: Help!! Help!!
As Kikutaro looks to try and lock Hathaway in a grapple lock, some nearby passers by rush across to break the two men apart, with Hathaway being pulled towards where his car is parked and Kikutaro back towards the side entrance of the arena.
Kikutaro: Let go! He try to get me fired, he must pay!
The cameras focus on Hathaway who is trying to recompose himself as Kikutaro can be heard shouting in the distance whilst being carted away. After readjusting his glasses, Hathaway reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.
Stokely Hathaway: Wait till D-Mac finds out about this...
Hathaway starts texting on his phone as the cameras transition to another part of the building.
Stokely Hathaway: Argggghhhhh!!! What the hell?!?!
As the camera zooms out, it reveals that the floor is a tad wet after presumably being cleaned. Hathaway crawls out of the damp patch and gets back to his feet, appearing more annoyed than hurt if anything.
Stokely Hathaway: Well that’s a hot and fresh lawsuit coming this company’s way! Where’s the damn signage for that, huh??
Hathaway looks around when all of a sudden a vaguely familiar figure comes across with a wet floor sign to hand.
Kikutaro: Ohhh! I am so sorry. I just clean this spot and had to run back for the warning. Are you hurt?
Stokely Hathaway: No I ain’t hurt, but this suit is both damp and wrecked. That’s gonna be coming out of your paycheck buddy!
Kikurato: Ohhh noooo!
Realizing he has messed up in a big, big way, Kikutaro appears to break down and drops the sign on the ground as he clutches his masked head with both hands in despair.
Stokely Hathaway: Who in the blazes are you supposed to be anyway??
Kikutaro: I am Kikutaro, I am former UWF wrestler who now work part-time for Mr Ethan as official janitor.
Stokely Hathaway: Is that so, huh? Well if I were you Mr Kickabarro, I’d start getting ready to look for new work, cause you’re gonna need it once Carter hears about this little 'accident'.
Kikutaro: Nooo! Pleaseeee! Don’t go to Mr Ethan!
Hathaway tries to walk away only for Kikutaro to grab hold of him in an attempt to stop him from going to EC3 to report the incident.
Stokely Hathaway: Hey get the hell off me you freakshow!
Clearly unhappy with being touched, Hathaway attempts a swing at Kikutaro which connects but doesn’t exactly deal significant damage. Emotions are all over the place it seems as instead of letting go, Kikutaro tries to pull Hathaway closer and swing back at him.
Stokely Hathaway: Help!! Help!!
As Kikutaro looks to try and lock Hathaway in a grapple lock, some nearby passers by rush across to break the two men apart, with Hathaway being pulled towards where his car is parked and Kikutaro back towards the side entrance of the arena.
Kikutaro: Let go! He try to get me fired, he must pay!
The cameras focus on Hathaway who is trying to recompose himself as Kikutaro can be heard shouting in the distance whilst being carted away. After readjusting his glasses, Hathaway reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.
Stokely Hathaway: Wait till D-Mac finds out about this...
Hathaway starts texting on his phone as the cameras transition to another part of the building.
Mauro Ranallo: Certainly an unexpected turn of events there, but having had time to review the footage, EC3 has decreed that whilst Kikutaro was at fault for the incident, he will have an opportunity to try and preserve his employment as part-time janitor tonight in an exhibition bout against the very man he wronged, Stokely Hathaway.
Corey Graves: Look I know that I’m not Stokely Hathaway’s biggest supporter at the moment because of what’s currently going on between Drew and Sami, but he shouldn't have had to experience that sort of arrival at work because of the incompetence of somebody that shouldn’t even be here in the first place!
Tom Phillips: Come on Graves, everybody makes mistakes. It’s clear from that footage that Kikutaro was on his way back to take care of the wet floor. He said he was sorry, Stokely threatened him and so he felt he had to stand up for himself. What’s wrong with that?
The camera transitions from the announcers desk to the stage as as Stokely Hathaway makes his way out from behind the curtain and down the ramp.
The capacity crowd doesn’t appear best pleased to see the Harlem native making an appearance, and Hathaway isn’t exactly giving off positive vibes about being in the current predicament either as he enters the ring and starts to mouth off in all directions.
The mood in the building suddenly lifts though as Kikutaro comes out from behind the curtain and gets the crowd even more fired up by throwing his hands around as a sign that he is raring to go for this one. The new but quite possibly soon to be former UWF janitor heads down the ramp and rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope before climbing to the far side top turnbuckle and raising his hands in the air to a respectable enough pop. As he drops down and notices the man who got him into this predicament, a referee precedes to stand in between the pair of them as Tony Chimel prepares his match announcement.
Tony Chimel: In this upcoming contest, there will be no count outs or disqualifications. The only way to win is by pinfall, submission or forfeit. And if Kikutaro loses, he will no longer be an Ultimate Wrestling Federation employee.
Chimel’s final words seem to tickle Hathaway who shows off his confidence by mouthing off to his opponent that he’s going down. Kikutaro appears focussed on the task at hand though as he raises his clenched fists up.
DING DING DING
As Kikutaro takes one step forward, Hathaway immediately rolls out of the ring and is met with crowd jeers for such a cowardly move. Not bothered in the slightest however, Hathaway simply walks around ringside lapping up the heat and throwing some taunts back at those in the front rows. As farcical as it may be, Hathaway certainly seems to be enjoying himself whilst blissfully unaware that Kikutaro has also exited the ring on an alternate. The resident janitor lifts up the apron and pulls out what looks to be a full bucket of water. Why such an item is under the ring is anyone's guess, but after getting a proper grip of the bucket, Kikutaro walks round and pours the contents across the ringside floor. Feeling a sudden sense of wetness at his feet, Hathaway turns and sees his opponent holding a now empty bucket. The same level of anger displayed last week has now returned with a vengeance it seems, but as Hathaway attempts to charge at his opponent, he ends up slipping and falling once again, much to the amusement of everyone watching.
Corey Graves: Oh no, not again!
Mauro Ranallo: Last weeks incident may well have been an accident, but I don't think we can say the same thing this time around.
Hathaway rolls around in pain as Kikutaro acknowledges the crowd appreciation before heading back to the other side of the ring so as not to tread on the wet patch. As he reaches under the ring and pulls out a mop which gets some ironic appreciation, he subsequently returns to the other side in order to impact more punishment on his opponent. The time taken appears to have worked against him however as Hathaway, whilst still grounded has reached under the ring apron himself, and before Kikutaro can get any closer, Hathaway pulls a giant red STOP sign out and throws it in Kikutaro's direction. A giant thud can be heard as it connects with Kikutaro head first, knocking him to the ground and the mop right out of his hand. With a break now in his favour, Hathaway uses the apron to help pull himself back up before rolling back into the ring. Once back on his feet, he pleads with the referee to start a count, only for the referee to stand his ground and remind him that it's a no count out or disqualification contest.
Tom Phillips: Did Hathaway bump his own head on the way down from that slip? He seems to have forgotten the rules here.
Corey Graves: He's in a state of panic and disarray Phillips. That's what usually happens when idiots find a way into your head.
With Plan A out the window, Hathaway takes a moment to ponder his next move before deciding to climb up to the top turnbuckle, to the surprise of pretty much everyone. After getting his balance, Hathaway observes Kikutaro getting back to his feet on the outside and waits for the opportune moment to do the unthinkable. As the man from Japan regains his composure, Hathaway flies from the top, straight down into Kikutaro’s arms…
Tom Phillips: Uh oh!
The crowd pops and Kikutaro acknowledges this by firing up as Hathaway tries and fails to wriggle free and subsequently starts to panic. There’s only one thing on Kikutaro’s mind as he charges at full speed into the barricade by the timekeepers area, breaking the thing and taking both he and his opponent down into a bunch of cables and papers.
Corey Graves: I’m now starting to wish that EC3 had allowed count outs in this thing so that we wouldn’t have to endure more viewing pain.
The contest whilst farcical still seems to be giving those in attendance some entertainment anyway as they cheer Kikutaro back onto his feet again. As he rises up, he drags an almost delirious looking Hathaway back up as well and throws him into the ring. Kikutaro follows, but not before grabbing hold of a steel chair which excites the crowd even more. With the two men now standing in the ring, Kikutaro runs at Hathaway in the hopes of connecting with a chair shot, only for the latter to duck out of the way and catch his attacker with a roll up.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
The crowd breathes a huge sigh of relief as Hathaway’s pin attempt proves to be unsuccessful, but as he goes to complain to the ref about what he perceives to be a slow count, he immediately spots the chair within easy reach and goes to grab it. Using it propped up to himself back to his feet again, he grabs it close to his chest with two hands and prepares his next move. The problem however is that Kikutaro is already one step ahead of him, as proved when he delivers a drop kick to the chair, taking the air right out of Hathaway’s lungs. Surprisingly Hathaway remains upright despite being visibly winded, but only for a brief moment as Kikutaro drops him with a Samoan Driver. The crowd shows their appreciation once again as Kikutaro climbs to the top rope and immediately comes flying down again with a Kaiun Tornado.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Here is your winner, Kikutaro!
Whilst he may be completely concealed under a mask, it’s still clear to see that Kikutaro is over the moon with the victory that has secured his job as company janitor, at least until the next screw up anyway.
Corey Graves: Do you mean to tell me that we’re now gonna be seeing more of this little twerp around the place??
Tom Phillips: As far as I’m aware he was only on a part-time deal to begin with, but the UWF is all about unpredictability as you know.
Corey Graves: You know he’s actually lucky that Drew McIntyre isn’t here tonight, otherwise this could have ended very differently.
Mauro Ranallo: You raise a credible point Corey, it’ll be interesting to hear what if anything Drew has to say about what’s just gone down when we see him next.
As the referee tends to Hathaway on the outside who is both in pain and pissed off, Kikutaro exits the ring and grabs a random piece of paper from the announcers desk before re-entering and climbing up all of the corner turnbuckles to wave the piece of paper in the air. It’s just a random scrap containing wrestler details, but you try telling the fun loving masked madman that it isn’t his contract of employment that he’s waving around proudly.
That Night:
The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town stands as a silent witness to forgotten secrets. Shadows dance, and the air hangs heavy with an oppressive silence. The camera navigates through the dimly lit space, revealing the remnants of a transient existence - makeshift bedding, scattered food wrappers, and a palpable sense of isolation.
In the corner, veiled by shadows, Leyton Buzzard sits hunched over, a figure of desolation. His once-vibrant demeanor is now replaced with disheveled weariness. His eyes, once filled with fire, now carry the weight of haunting uncertainty. Fear and determination wage a silent battle within him.
Leyton Buzzard: "Trevor Lee... he's leading me, testing the bounds of my existence. There's something greater, I can feel it."
Camera fixates on Leyton, capturing the depths of his delusions. Beside him, the stolen locket lies, a silent witness to the turmoil that has engulfed his world.
The warehouse seems to echo with Leyton's hushed revelation. Its cavernous expanse feels both isolating and strangely intimate, as if it holds the weight of Leyton's unraveling psyche. He cradles Dr. Williams' locket in his trembling hands, the metal cool against his skin.
Leyton Buzzard: "You see, Doctor? It was never about you. It was about this... and what it holds."
As Leyton gazes at the locket, his eyes gleam with an unnerving intensity. His belief in Trevor Lee's significance is unwavering, and the stolen artifact seems to validate his delusions. The burnt engravings on its surface, remnants of a past life, seem to speak to him in cryptic whispers.
The camera moves in closer, capturing the reflection of the flickering warehouse lights in Leyton's eyes. His expression is a volatile mix of conviction and desperation, as if he stands at the precipice of a revelation.
Leyton Buzzard: "Lee's guiding me... to the heart of it all. I'll find the answers, and they'll finally see."
With newfound purpose, Leyton carefully places the locket around his neck, wearing it like a talisman. Its weight is both grounding and electrifying, as if it anchors him to a reality that only he can perceive.
The camera pulls back, revealing Leyton in the dimly lit expanse, the locket now an emblem of his conviction. The warehouse seems to hold its breath, poised on the cusp of a revelation that could shatter the fragile boundaries between delusion and reality
Once again, the titantron switches fromt he UWF Rebellion to a live feed from backstage. Bayley, now looking sweaty and disheveled, is still rolling that cart of Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner down the concrete corridors of the arena. She looks exhausted. Gosh knows how long she's been shoving that thing around for. At least since the last promo.
Just when it seems like the tank is empty and she can't push no more, though, she looks up and those weary eyes widen. This is it. Her destination. Kyle's locker room! Brushing the sweat from her brow, The "Good Guy" revs up the engines as she prepares to plough through that door with the surprise of a lifetime.
Bayley: Oh thank God. Okay Kyle... get ready for a Canadian Thanksgiving you'll never -
Right before she can break on through to the other side, that door swings open! She pulls up just in time to avoid crashing into her step-brother... and his... friend?
Bayley: Ahhh!
KO'R: Ahhh!
Janela: Ahhh!
Bayley, Kyle, and Joey Janela all jump back, startled as startled gets. As is the norm, Kyle's fear of the unknown quickly morphs into a sharpened, nervousish anger.
KO'R: Bayley? What the heck is even this about?
She brushes past the clunky phrasing while hastily reorganizing the dishes on top of the cart that were jostled by the abrupt halt.
Bayley: Oh... uh... this? This ol' thang... ahaha... uh... yeah, just gimme one sec...
Janela: It smells like Swiss Chalet. Yo, Double D, you're not gonna believe this, but one time we stopped at this Swisser in Nashville and there's this waitress with one leg there. So we start -
She interrupts what was no doubt going to be a problematic story to unveil the big surprise. Pulling lids off dishes, she presents Kyle with a classic Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner!
KO'R: Is this -
Bayley: A Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner! That's right bud! You earned it! I figured that a nice big meal the day before -
Janela: Shoot... where were you an hour ago? We were starving to death! Matter of fact me and Double D here -
Bayley: "Double D"?
Janela: Yeah - Diabetic Dragon just got back from the McDicks across the road. Dude ate fifty nuggets. I've never seen anything like it. No sauce or nothin'!
Bayley: But I just thought -
The hope is leaving Bayley's face like autumn leaves falling off tree branches. Kyle looks down at the dishes some more.
KO'R: Isn't Thanksgiving like tomorrow or the next day?
Bayley: Well yeah, but... I... ya know... well last year... remember how like... NoMeatTober... and then like... the Mashies...
Janela: The "Mashies"?
Bayley: Yeah. The Mashed Potatoes. Mashies. Its an O'Reilly Family Special, Joey Janela
While she's busy emphasizing that surname as a stabby little reminder that he isn't a part of this family, Kyle is sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck all embarrassed like as Joey shoots him a look.
KO'R: "Mashies"? Nah. Nah that's dumb. We don't call them that. Nobody calls them that. Ahahaha... yeah... good one Bayley. Real funny. Real funny to say that that's a thing I would ever call mashed potatoes.
Bayley: ...
There's an awkward little silence as Kyle plays it up like he's too cool for school and Bayley tries to figure out where it all went so wrong. Its actually Joey who breaks it all up as he slaps Kyle on the shoulder.
Janela: Come on Double D, lets go let the air our of some tires in the parkade!
KO'R: Oh heck yeah!
Bayley: But the Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner -
KO'R: Not hungry.
Bayley: But the prep for you match at Bad Blood -
KO'R: Gonna win no matter what.
Bayley: But... but...
Janela: What are you obsessed with butts or something?
Joey bursts out laughing so of course Kyle bursts out laughing too. Bayley doesn't see the humour in any of this.
KO'R: OMG yeah Bayley why do you like butts so much?
Bayley: I like butts the same regular amount as anyone else...
Janela: Okay, well, maybe once you're done talking about butts and you finish your dinner you can find us in the garage do flats, ok? Lets go.
Joey leads the way and Kyle follows after him without ever looking back, leaving a dejected Bayley, an unfinished dinner, and a scorned plate of Mashies in his wake. Rebellion rolls on!
As there’s a break in the action, things head to where Vinny Marseglia is walking backstage when suddenly he’s stopped by someone.
Mordecai: God is gonna cut you down, sinner.
Vinny looks him up and down.
Vinny Marseglia: Well well, Mordecai. What brings you out from the rock you’ve been under besides this “chilling” warning?
Mordecai continues to stare at Vinny before repeating his warning.
Mordecai: God is gonna cut you down, sinner.
Vinny waves his hand in front of Mordecai’s face.
Vinny Marseglia: What are you, in some kind of trance?
Mordecai goozles Vinny now.
Mordecai: God is gonna cut you down at Bad Blood!
Vinny manages to pry Mordecai’s fingers from his throat.
Vinny Marseglia: Jumping on the Trevor Lee bandwagon, are you? Well we can meet in the ring tonight as a little warm-up, Pale Rider. See you out there.
Mordecai smirks before turning and walking offscreen as things return to the ring.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
As the theme of Mordecai begins to play, the fans start to boo as the big man comes walking out from the back dressed in all white, his eyes fixated on the ring.
Tony Chimel: From Memphis, Tennessee. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds. The, “Pale Rider”, Mordecai!
Mordecai puts the steel cross he’s carrying into a hole at the bottom of the ramp as flames shoot from the stage. He then continues towards the ring and enters it, removing his robe as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
As the capacity UWF crowd awaits what’s next, suddenly the lights go out. After a moment of silence, a familiar voice is heard over the PA system.
”REVERE ME.
FEAR ME.”
As soon as these words are spoken, somber guitar music begins to play as the lights come up to a dark blue hue with smoke covering the stage.
As the vocals of, “Broken Needle” by Marilyn Manson begin, out walks Vinny Marseglia with his axe in his right hand resting on his shoulder as he takes a look to the end of the ramp and into the ring before beginning his walk down it.
Chimel: And his opponent, 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.
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, Vinny runs at Mordecai but the larger opponent gets his leg up and lays out the, “Horror King” with a Big Boot. Mordecai reaches down with both arms now and seizes the neck of Marseglia, powering him from the mat to the height of his reach in one motion as Vinny’s legs are kicking at the air in struggle.
Tom Phillips: Mordecai choking the life out of Vinny here in the early going!
Mauro Ranallo: The question is whether Mordecai is acting on his own or on behalf of Trevor Lee!
Corey Graves: The real question is if there’s going to be anything left of Vinny for Trevor Lee!
As Vinny’s kicking begins to slow, Mordecai delivers a Chokebomb, planting him hard against the mat. As Vinny writhes from the impact, Mordecai reaches down with one hand and grabs a handful of Vinny’s locks, pulling upward so that the, “Tattooed Maniac” is forced to stand as the, “Pale Rider” lets go of his opponent’s hair and nearly takes Vinny’s head off with a Lariat, Vinny turning in the air before landing on his face. Vinny starts pushing up with his arms, moving his legs to get his knees under him as he starts toward a vertical base. As he gets there, Mordecai goes to goozle him but Vinny sidesteps and delivers a kick to the stomach, then delivers another and a third as Mordecai is now hunched low enough for Vinny to hook his head as Vinny spikes him into the mat with a DDT.
Vinny gets up after impact and starts stomping on his downed opponent when suddenly, Mordecai sits up and grabs his leg, pivoting and slinging Vinny to the mat as Mordecai gets up to his feet. Vinny grabs the ropes and pulls himself up as Mordecai charges him but Vinny jumps out of the way and the big man bounces off the turnbuckle pad as Vinny leaps up and connects with the Jump Scare! The crowd cheers as Mordecai is down and Vinny ascends the top turnbuckle, then leaps off and connects with the Redrum!
Tom Phillips: Vinny hits it! Is this one over?
Vinny goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Vinny Marseglia!
Instead of celebrating, Vinny grabs the microphone from Tony as he starts pacing back and forth.
Vinny Marseglia: Whether this was one of your goons or not, Trevor, I want you and everyone else to know that no one is going to cut Vinny Marseglia down! Not tonight, not at Bad Blood, not any night!
Vinny spikes the microphone as his music hits and he exits the ring. As red balloons appear behind him, Rebellion continues elsewhere.
UWF Rebellion continues to roll as the scene cuts to the backstage area where Finn Balor is seen sitting down in his locker room with his Television Championship laid across his lap.
Finn Balor
As the days slowly creep closer and closer to the Bad Blood pay per view I get more and more anxious. Because at Bad Blood I know whether I like it or not there will be a fight, and I don’t mean like the ones I’ve had in the past since I’ve stepped foot in UWF. Whether I like it or not this isn’t Cody Rhodes, or Eddie Gurrerro, this is the UWF Champion Orange Cassidy. A man that doesn’t take anything serious but yet when it comes to fighting in the ring he gets the job done. A man that has overcome every trial put before him and just walked around every obstacle placed in front of him.
Finn Balor smirked evilly at the camera before he continued to speak.
Finn Balor
Now it's about time Orange Cassidy crashes, when he drives straight into a head on collision at Bad Blood. Although he has an impressive record and beat some of the greats, this time he faces a fatal ending to his reign as UWF Intercontinental Champion. Deep down Orange Cassidy knows his time as the Intercontinental Champion is certainly ticking away and as we get closer I know that Orange Cassidy realises that him losing at Bad Blood is becoming inevitable.
Finn Balor pauses and takes a deep breath before he continues to speak..
Finn Balor
I might as well tell you Orange, you better put on your best denim joggers and find your best stained T shirt because at Bad Blood you will be walking into your funeral. You will go to war and unlike anybody else you’ve faced I will show you exactly who Finn Balor is. I will show everybody who I am when I stand tall holding two championships in the air. While everybody boos me and kids cry for their blonde hero! I will walk out of Bad Blood with my head held high and a smile on my face as OC is carried out on a stretcher.
Finn Balor smirked evilly once more before he continues to speak.
Finn Balor
Then once I’ve completed my mission and stand in front of all of you as the first ever UWF Intercontinental TV Champion I will walk each and every one of you into a new era. An Era Where Darkness Is Unleashed!
Balor winks at the camera before laughing maniacally and kneeling as he quickly shows a glimps of Demon Balor as the camera fade to black.
We see the ring is set up with two Hollywood style chairs and a full length body mirror in the middle of it, in the ring already is Alexa Bliss and Omos. Bliss raises her microphone.
Alexa Bliss: Ladies and Gentleman it is now time for all of you to get up on your feet, pull out your cell phones, and mark this day as the most important one in your lives. As you are graced with the presence of perfection personified, the new face of UWF, Prince Pretty himself. Ladies and Gentleman, it is my esteemed honor to announce to all of you that Tyler Breeze, is entering the building.
As Tylers music hits, Breeze does his turn to the crowd and reveals his signature look. If only for a moment as his phone gets his attention once again as he looks at himself through his camera and begins to march down to the ring, reaching the end of the ramp he pauses and graces the audience with another turn towards them. Turning the corner of the ring and spinning up onto the apron laying down and looking at his image lovingly for a few moments before he rolls under the ropes and into the ring. He pauses from looking at the phone in his hand to look at the mirror as part of his set before he does a turn on his heel and faces the hard camera. Bliss hands Breeze a microphone and he keeps looking at his phone as he begins to speak.
Tyler Breeze: Hello everyone, and welcome to a very special return edition of your favorite talk show…Shootin’ The Breeze with Tyler Breeze, I’m your host…Tyler…Breeze.
Tyler lowers his microphone to pause giving the crowd a pause to applaud, but only getting boos. He doesn't seem to hear them though as he simply smirks and raises his microphone again.
Yes yes, I understand you've all been clamoring for the return of this show since the moment you saw me, but good things come to those who wait. Just look at me, which of course you're already doing, it's the only thing anyone can do whenever I'm in any room, but what I mean is take me for example. I've waited so long to return because I knew I had to bide my time, pick the right moment, and shine brightest when I needed to. And now I am here to soak in my spotlight, my well deserved, gorgeous, Spotlight.
Breeze pauses again to soak in his moment, taking a long moment to do so before he raises his microphone again.
Now we’ve all been made aware of the matchup ready to take place at Bad Blood, and as it draws near I can’t help but have the feeling some people actually think that the uggo I’m facing has some kind of leg up over me. It’s actually been super upsetting to me to think that anyone in their right mind believes he can rip me to shreds, for serious. I beat a returning Robert Rube, a man Kenny is friends with and admires, and for some reason they still think I have no talent…no chance…it’s irksome, I’m very irked. So irked, that I told Lexi to find me a guest that Kenny knows well. Find me a guest that he considers a friend so that maybe they can shed light on this point of view because I’m honestly having trouble understanding it, so without further A Do. Please welcome, Some uggo.
Breeze waves at the entrance way and after a few moments
As the old Undisputed era theme hits the arena, out through the curtain walks out Bobby Fish.
The crowd give off a mixed reaction, some cheering in excitement over the familiar face, while some still remember how Fish was before the last the they saw him. Either way, Fish makes his way down to the ring and slides in. Breeze motions to the seat as he himself sits down, Fish shrugs and takes a seat.
Tyler Breeze: Welcome Welcome, no doubt an honor for you to be the return guest to Shootin’ the Breeze, with Tyler Breeze.
Bobby Fish: W-
Tyler Breeze: Of course don’t even mention it, I just knew if I wanted to learn about my opponent I had to dig around in his past for someone who knew him better than anyone.
Bobby Fish: Ky-
Tyler Breeze: So, Alexa gave me the rundown. You partnered with Kenny years ago, were practically brothers with him, and then you saw how worthless he was and you and the rest of your group kicked him to the curb. When exactly did you learn how useless he was as a partner?
Bobby Fish: Actu-
Tyler Breeze: I mean if you think about it, where’s the lie? He was a loser then, he’s a loser now and
Bobby Fish: Will you shut the hell up, for years now I’ve had time to think about what me and the rest of the Undisputed Era did to Kyle. And while the rest of them were part of the betrayal, it was me who stuck the knife deep. Kyle and I were a team for years, you couldn’t think of one without thinking of the other, and I think in retrospect I wanted to burn that away. I didn’t want to be a duo act my whole career, and I turned my back on a brother. I regret that now, and there isn’t much I can do to make it up to Kyle. But I know shutting your loud mouth up for him can be a damn good start.
Bobby Fish gets up off the chair and tosses his microphone to the floor, Omos takes a step forward ready to stop him from doing anything further but Breeze cocks an eyebrow and stands up himself putting a hand up to back Omos up.
Tyler Breeze: Really now? I have Lexi pluck you out of obscurity, invite you to the most high profile talk show you’ve ever been a part of, remind people you actually exist and you want to repay me like that? I’m actually getting tired of people like you and Kenny thinking I’m just a pretty face you can push around just because you spent so much time practicing kicks in a dingy gym, So you’re on. Omos clear the ring.
Breeze steps back and Alexa helps him remove his vest, as Omos grabs the chairs and tosses them out of the ring. He grabs the mirror in the middle of the ring and places it over the ropes and to the outside. Bliss waves to the entranceway and out comes a referee.
Mauro Ranallo: Well it seems we’re going to have an impromptu match right now, Bobby Fish looking to make up a bit to his old reDragon partner by taking out Tyler Breeze himself.
Tom Phillips: Tyler Breeze just has a way of getting under peoples skin doesn’t he, it seems like he can bring the worst out of anyone.
As the referee slides in, Omos turns to Bobby stepping closer to him. Fish raises his fist, not backing down but preparing for what this giant can do. The referee tries to get in front of Omos, putting a hand in front of him suggesting that he back away, not wanting to get too loud in the face of this Colossus.
Corey Graves: Omos seems raring to go himself, Fish triggered his fight response and the big man wants to follow through.
Bliss walks up and nods her head, Omos snarls at Fish and turns towards the ropes stepping over them and hopping down to the floor, Bliss also exits but both Bobby and the referee still have their eyes down at Omos making sure he’s actually going to leave everything be. This is suddenly interrupted by a loud thud that echoes over the P.A System, as Breeze smacks Fish on the side of the head with the microphone he still has in hand. Fish stumbles back into the corner as the referee turns and notices the fighting has begun and calls for the bell.
Tyler Breeze vs. Bobby Fish
*Ding Ding Ding*
The microphone goes flying out of the ring, the referee never noticing it was used as Tyler grabs at Fish’ head and rains down right hand shots on him relentlessly. Fish slumps down seated in the corner as the referee starts telling Breeze to get off of him, Breeze stops with the right hands but only to grab the ropes and begin stomping away on Fish.
Mauro Ranallo: Prince Pretty is all over Bobby Fish after that shot with the microphone, I don’t think we’ve seen this much viciousness from Breeze before.
Corey Graves: I like it, Tyler showing he’s not afraid to get down and dirty.
After a count of 3 from the referee, he finally grabs at Tyler to pull him away from this onslaught. Breeze turns around and slaps the refs arms away from him yelling “You Don’t Touch Me!”. The referee tries to reprimand him and tell him to follow the rules, but before he can he slowly turns around feeling a shadow over him as Omos has stepped up on the ring apron. The ref stares up at The Colossus Omos who’s angry look is making it clear he’ll get involved if Tyler is mishandled again. The referee points at the UWF logo on his shirt trying to make it clear to Omos that he’s in charge while visibly gulping down in fear of the man more than twice his size. As the referees attention is on Omos, Breeze smirks and returns to the corner and puts his foot right on Fish’ throat and starts choking him in the corner.
Tom Phillips: Come on ref, Breeze is back at it.
Corey Graves: Judge all you want, if a man that big looked at me like that I’d probably be distracted too.
Breeze stops the blatant unseen choke to return to stomping out Bobby Fish, the impact from his stomps making the ref turn his head finally noticing what’s going on and returning to Breeze to count him out. Breeze finally stops at the count of 4, raising his arms acting innocent as he smirks devilishly as the crowd boo and Omos returns back to the floor. Breeze reaches down and pulls Fish up by his head bringing him out of the corner as he’s clearly rocked from the onslaught, hooking his head and arm before spinning Fish around in a full circle by his arm and bringing him back around while hooking the head before dropping him with a double turn neckbreaker. Breeze wipes his arms and then hooks the leg up
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After the kick out, Breeze immediately sits Fish up and clasps his hands around his face pulling back while driving his knee on his back.
Mauro Ranallo: Tyler Breeze wasting no time here, I get the feeling he’s out to prove something tonight.
Corey Graves: Look at him tear at Bobbys face, he’s going to make sure Bobby regrets ruining his talk show.
As Breeze pulls back on his head, Fish is trying to pull his grip apart off of him. Slowly Fish starts to stand himself up holding onto Breezes wrist, he drops down pulling Breeze over and flipping him to the mat in front of him. Breeze quickly scrambles up to his feet to regain control but is met with a roundhouse-like kick across the chest to stop him in his tracks, Fish rears back and swings with another kick to his sternum that sends him down to the mat. Breeze bounces off the mat and stands up only to be met with yet another kick that drops him to the mat, Tyler rolls away under the ropes and to the outside to avoid any more punishment.
Mauro Ranallo: And those educated feet coming to play for Bobby Fish, he’s finally gotten out of the blocks it seems.
Fish immediately follows Breeze to the outside, runs around the corner and slides back into the ring. Fish turns the same corner but Alexa Bliss steps right in front of him blocking his path, Bobby pauses to try and get around her as she deliberately gets in his way and he simply turns around and turns back around the corner but before he can get in the ring he’s met with Omos’ stare. Having closed the distance and staring down at Bobby menacingly, Fish starts to contemplate the logistics of what he has to do to chop this big man down but it’s all for not. Tyler Breeze runs towards the ropes and baseball slide dropkicks the side of Fish’ head sending him rolling towards the rampway, Breeze gets himself the rest of the way out and sits on the ring apron with a smirk on his face.
Corey Graves: Too bad only his feet are educated, The Breezetourage just turned him into a sucker.
Tom Phillips: Is there not a shortcut Breeze won’t take?
Tyler hops off the apron and pulls Fish up his feet by his head and tights, he turns and looks like he’s about to roll him back into the ring. But instead he manipulates him down so that he sends him crashing head and shoulder first straight into the side of the ring. The referee shouts out to get it back in the ring, and Breeze raises his hands and apologizes as if he simply missed where he was throwing him.
Corey Graves: You say it like it’s a bad thing, work smarter not harder Phillips, everyone knows that.
As Fish is crumpled down on the floor, Breeze motions over to Bliss. She hands him his phone and he jumps up on the ring apron and holds it up, looking at himself with the phone and he starts to do a model-like strut across the ring apron to the corner. Some in the crowd applaud the silly nature of doing a modeling runway walk in the middle of the match, while jeers rain down on him. As he reaches the corner, Breeze turns on his knee around like at the end of a runway just as Fish is pulling himself back up. Breeze runs across the apron and Futball style kicks Fishs head and chest knocking him down to the floor with a Runway Kick, Breeze immediately reaches the other corner and leaps over the ropes back into the ring and then kicks his legs up on the top rope laying across the corner like a hammock as he holds his phone up to look at himself and at Fish laying in pain on the floor in the background.
Tom Phillips: I don’t know how smart it is to take your opponent lightly like this.
Mauro Ranallo: If Tyler Breeze can take a moment center stage in the spotlight, he’ll take it.
Breeze notices Fish starting to pull himself up via the ring skirt, getting off the ropes and placing his phone down on the mat in the corner. Fish pulls himself up onto the apron and Breeze reaches for him, but Fish quickly drives his shoulder into his ribs. Standing up straight he grabs Tylers head and drops down hanging Breeze up on the top rope sending him back onto the mat, Fish gets up on the apron and leaps over the top rope flipping into the air and hitting a Hilo right onto Breeze going for the cover.
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As Breeze kicks out he rolls away from Fish, moving out under the ropes and to the ring apron. Pulling himself up as Fish comes over to grab him, Breeze drives his shoulder through the ropes and onto Fish’ ribs, bending him over. Tyler grabs the top rope and leaps forward flipping in the air sailing over Fish and landing on his feet behind him, immediately running forward to the ropes as Bobby turns around looking for him. Before he can react, Breeze runs back and leaps up high, hooking Bobbys head with his legs and hitting a Hurracarrana in the middle of the ring and following that up with repeated right hand shots to the top of his head. The referee admonishes him for the closed fist as Breeze finally lets up and gets back to his feet, walking over and scooping his phone up from the corner checking himself. He motions with his finger and Bliss climbs up on the apron and helps fix his hair that got out of place from the two flipping motions he just did.
Corey Graves: This is what makes Tyler Breeze a dangerous opponent, he takes shortcuts and advantages when he can but when he needs to turn it up he shows just how good he really actually is.
Once Bliss is finished fixing his hair, Breeze drops his phone to the mat once more and walks up to a stumbling up to his feet Fish. He hooks his arms behind his back and starts to slowly turn him looking for the Unprettier, once he’s fully turned for it Bobby shoves him forward and off of him. Breeze turns around and walks right into a roundhouse kick to the head that spins him 180 around, Fish immediately hooks up Tyler and heaves him up and to the mat with a Saito suplex that folds Breeze up onto the mat. Fish quickly goes for the cover
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Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Fish so close to a victory there, I can imagine him earning a contract should he defeat someone on the roster like this.
Tom Phillips: Breeze got caught with that combination, he’s loopy now.
Breeze scoots himself over to the side and hooks the bottom rope with both hands, Fish has gotten up and is going over Tyler grabbing at him to pull him away as Breeze shouts out “Get him off!” The referee has to concede as he’s on the ropes and he tells Fish to back it up, after Bobby keeps trying to get at his opponent the referee puts an arm up to Fish’ chest and backs him away. Almost instantly as the ref pulls Fish away, Breeze gets up to his feet. He’s hunched over so the referee is covering him from Bobbys eyeline, and just as the ref is finished telling Fish to stay off the ropes he turns and Breeze springs up jumping around the ref and swinging his foot up in the air with a high leaping enziguri to the side of Fish’ head. Bobby is staggered and out on his feet as Breeze gets up and grabs his arm doubling him over and wrapping his own arm around his neck, leaping up with both his knees to his back and falling back using his arm to spin Fish over and hit a cutthroat backbreaker.
Corey Graves: And just like that, Breeze gets the advantage back, Haute Couture!
Mauro Ranallo: That’s it.
Breeze brushes his shoulders as he confidently moves over and covers Fish.
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Breeze looks at the referee with a look of disgust and shock, standing up and telling him to do his job better.
Tom Phillips: Tyler is upset with the count, but maybe he should stay focused.
Corey Graves: Or maybe the referee should do his job better like Tyler is saying.
Breeze turns and grabs Fish by the head as he’s trying to get up, standing him up the rest of the way. Bobby suddenly slaps Breezes hands away and hits him with a right and left shot to the face and chest and then a leg kick to the thigh and a forearm shot to the jaw. Finally Fish rears back and does a thrust kick to Tylers chest, sending him crashing backwards into the corner.
Mauro Ranallo: This match is so important for Bobby Fish here, he’s fighting for an opportunity, he’s fighting for redemption, he’s fighting to make it up to an old friend, he’s going to go all out!
With Breeze in the corner, Bobby rushes towards him simply running as fast as he can into him driving his knee up onto his ribs. Bobby Fish then turns and hits the ropes. Tyler stumbles out of the corner holding his gut in pain as Fish rushes back with momentum from the ropes and leaps up with a flying knee to the face of Breeze knocking him out in the middle of the ring.
Tom Phillips: He got him with the huge running knee, he’s going to finish him right here.
Fish gets back up as Tyler rolls to his stomach, seemingly instinctively staying away from his shoulders on the mat. Bobby Fish doesn’t falter though as he quickly grabs at Breezes furry boot and pulls his leg up looking for a Fish Hook, but quickly Breeze rolls over to his back and throws a kick at Fish to get him off of him desperately. Breeze again rolls over and tries to crawl away but Fish grabs at his leg again and pulls him in, this however proves to backfire as Breeze uses the close proximity to use both his feet to shove Fish off of him to the mat. Tyler quickly gets up as Fish rolls up to his feet and comes back after him, walking right into a straight gut kick that doubles him over. Breeze grabs at Fish and sends him shoulder first into the post, and then immediately grabs the referee trying to tell him he needs a time out.
Corey Graves: Even when you think he’s out, Tyler is constantly working to regain the advantage all he needs is an opening.
Mauro Ranallo: And sending Bobby straight into the post is a good-Wait A Minute!
As the ref is distracted and Bobbys shoulders is against the ring post in pain, Omos reaches up palming his head like a basketball and bouncing it against the side of the ring post in a sickening way.
Tom Phillips: What the hell! Come on, there’s no need for that.
Bobby stumbles out of the corner, looking drunk on his feet as his head just got dribbled onto a metal post. Tyler moves the referee out of the way and hits a picture perfect SuperModel Kick that drops Bobby Fish in the middle of the ring, Breeze sits down and hooks his leg up making sure to smirk towards the hard cam as he does.
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*Ding Ding Ding*
The bell rings and Breeze throws Fish’ leg off of him as he stands up and has the referee raise his hand.
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tyler Breeze!
Corey Graves: What a Supermodel Kick to end the match, Tyler can finish you off in so many ways.
Mauro Ranallo: I believe that connection with the ring post had something to do with it as well Corey.
Corey Graves: What? I didn’t even notice that, guess I was distracted by Gorgeousness like the ref.
Tom Phillips Oh Please.
As Breeze starts brushing his arms off of the uggo he just had to wrestle, Bliss has entered the ring and started patting his forehead to remove the sweat. Omos steps into the ring, and stares down at Bobby Fish who is being checked on by the referee. Omos reaches down and pulls the ref up by the scruff of his neck like he was a puppy, before he sends him flying through the ropes tumbling awkwardly off the apron and to the outside. Omos reaches down and completely envelopes Fish’ entire head in his hands and pulls him up to his feet, staring down at him for a moment before he lifts him high up into the air and then drops him with a Jackknife Chokebomb that folds Fish up like an accordion before he drops face down to the mat a heap.
Corey Graves: Good Lord, that was sick!
Mauro Ranallo: Bobby Fish's body looks like it went through the whiplash of a car crash and it was via the hands of this Colossus!
Bliss finishes touching up Breeze who turns around at the sound of the impact of a human body almost being sent through the ring, Tyler cocks an eyebrow looking down at Fish before he looks at Omos and signals for him to pick him up. Omos obliges, reaches down and standing Fish up holding him up with a hand on his throat as Bobbys eyes are closed and his body is limp. Only on his feet because Omos is strong enough to hold him there with one hand, as Tyler Breeze holds out his hands with his fingers making a square to get the right picture angle on Fish before he leaps up in the air and hits a huge Beauty Shot knocking Fish out of Omos’ hand and to the mat.
Tom Phillips: This is totally unnecessary, You won the match already, Bobby Fish is done.
Corey Graves: It’s all about the message Tom, Kyle better be taking notes right now.
Breeze stands up and blows a strand of hair on his face up, Bliss walks up and hands him his phone and he immediately holds it up and looks into it as Alexa combs his hair. Omos stares down at the motionless Fish as Bliss hands Breeze a microphone.
Tyler Breeze: Well, That was annoying. I wasn’t planning on having a match but I think this Uggo was a fine enough tune up to what I’m getting ready to do to Kenny at Bad Blood. DOmos, get him up to the high rent district please.
Omos reaches down and pulls up the lifeless carcass of Bobby Fish, once up he heaves him up onto his shoulders and holds him there as Breeze raises his phone so that the image on his camera is of his face and behind him the dangling head of Bobby Fish.
Tyler Breeze: Now I know you’re no longer friends, and considering how much of a failure you are after you turned on him for being a failure, I don’t think this has helped mend any fence. But I still want you to send a message to Kenny boy, one that’s very simple so even a dumb dumb like you can do it and a dumb dumb like him can hear it. Ahem, mee mee meeee…Get the hell out of My Spotlight. Toodles uggo.
Breeze drops his microphone and waves buh-bye to Fish, before he gives a command to Omos off microphone. Omos looks pensive for a moment but with Breezes stern look in his direction he nods his head and takes a big step back, shifting his hands and lifting Bobby Fish high up over his head. Fish looks like he’s stories high, Omos holds him there for what seems like a long while as Breeze shouts out “Now!” commanding Omos to follow through. Suddenly Omos drops Bobby behind him, his back near the ropes so Bobby falls with hangtime out of the ring and crashes through the long body length mirror Omos placed outside earlier shattering the glass as he lands on the outside to a sickening thud. The crowd gasp in shock as the glass scatters in the outside.
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!
Corey Graves: Oh My God
Officials and referees rush to the scene, as you can see blood trickling across Bobby's body from the glass. EMTs quickly come down and the crowd go from an initial loud reaction from the visual to an almost stunned silenced at the sick looking aftermath, Omos is in the ring looking forward not even having turned to see how Fish landed as Bliss looks a bit shocked. Breeze however, is totally nonplused. He’s looking into his phone with the same smug smirk on his face.
Tom Phillips: Omos is over 7 feet tall, his reach is so far and then there’s the height of the ring…
Corey Graves: Bobby Fish might have legitimately just fallen a full story straight through glass.
Mauro Ranallo: You can’t condone that Corey.
Corey Graves: Hey, I’m not saying anything, that was…that was a bit much.
As the EMTs are carefully working around the glass to strap Fish to a board to get him on a stretcher, Tyler Breeze steps out of the ring on that side of the ring and walks towards them. He steps over Bobbys body and the working EMTs like he doesn’t even see them, almost stepping on them totally unbothered as he just continues walking towards the ramp without a care in the world with Omos and Bliss following behind him as the show comes to an end.
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