Bad Blood 2023

[Danny]

And now live from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. UWF presents...



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



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Bad Blood! Rivalries will be settled, blood will be spilled and new champions could be crowned!

Tom Phillips: Almost every title is on the line tonight and we could even see double champion be crowned.

Corey Graves: The sooner Orange Cassidy no longer has the Intercontinental Championship, the better if you ask me.

Mauro Ranallo:We have lots of more incredible matches tonight including our opening contest. It's Viking Rules!




The stadium is in darkness, A spotlight appears as Viking banners falls from seemingly nowhere, depicting sagas of legendary battles and valiant warriors from UWFs past. The banners are a sight to behold as the arena is shrouded in smoke rising from all around, The camera pans down to a silhouette of what looks like a viking ship, though much larger than one would think. The lights suddenly bathe the ring, center of the light, a standard wrestling ring stretches out, its canvas weathered to resemble ancient Viking sailcloth. Two imposing Viking long ship prows frame either side of the ring, their dragon-headed bows arching high above the turnbuckles. Massive wooden beams connect the figureheads to the ring, either side of the ring solid wood. The UWF ring resembles a viking long ship. The ring ropes connect either side of the "ship" shields are attached to the ropes either side, They are etched with dragons. Drums line the ringside area...

Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a spectacle of unparalleled proportions! We find ourselves immersed in the heart of Viking lore, bearing witness to a monumental clash in a Viking Rules match! This, my friends, is the making of legends!

Corey Graves: Mauro, you couldn't have said it better. The atmosphere here is nothing short of electric. These banners, the ship-like ring, and those dragon-etched shields... it's like stepping through a portal to another time.

Tom Phillips: And let's not forget, folks, this match features two of UWF's most formidable competitors. The Australian Colossus, Bronson Reed, is set to enter this Viking battleground against The Mighty Caleb. It's worth noting, Caleb has been champing at the bit to get his hands on the Grayson Waller, who has formed an alliance with Reed in recent weeks. But so far, Caleb's been unable to pin down the elusive Waller as Reed has been demanding his full attention.



The haunting orchestral music takes center stage, The arena turns a icy blue as a throne rises through the smoke, Sitting on the throne is Bronson Reed, his head adorned with a near perfect replica of the Helm Of Domination...



Mauro Ranallo: My goodness, what a surreal sight! Bronson Reed, donning the Helm of Domination, has taken his place as the Aussie Lich King!

Bronson Reed rises with deliberate grace, the Helm of Domination cradled in his hands like the sacred relic it is. With a careful touch, he sets the helm on the throne, ensuring every inch aligns perfectly, as the crowd look on in sheer wonder...

Corey Graves: You said it, Mauro. The theatrics, the atmosphere, it's all coming together in a way we've never seen before. This is truly a legendary moment.

Tom Phillips: And the symbolism is not lost on anyone. Reed, in this Viking-inspired battleground, has become a figure of mythic proportions.

Bronson begins to move towards the ring as he climbs the stairs onto the ring apron, He doesn't enter the ring as he takes a moment to look at the closest figurehead, He moves to the front as he looks towards the ramp as he punches the air towards the entrance, as Reeds fist reaches full extension the arena is filled with the sudden and demanding explosion of dry ice that shoots directly towards the entrance ramp causing the stage to be frozen over around the chair of the Aussie Lich King...




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.

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd are rallying behind Caleb The Might "SKAL SKAL SKAL" chants break out as the two beast circle each other, Reed isn't playing around as he goes right for the ropes removing a shield right off the ropes, Reed swings wildly with the viking shield, It smacks Caleb right on the forehead smashing to pieces. A mere mortal would fall to such a blow but not the mighty...

Tom Phillips: "Right off his head with the Shield, To the mighty its like water off a ducks back!"

He shakes his head as Reed almost has to stop and respect the toughness displayed, Reed goes for a follow up rebounding off the ropes, Caleb is ready as one swift motion he gets Reed up into the air and onto his shoulder looking for the Valhammer that Reed is owed from Rebellion...

Mauro Ranallo: "Caleb looking to finish what Reed had started-"

The Might is mighty let down as Reed grabs hold of the turnbuckles, Something that isn't an usual obstacle on a viking ship, Reed is able to use his legs to mule kick Caleb back across the ring and free from the Valhammers justice. Reed plants his feet back on the canvas as he turns to his Viking foe. The two meet in the ring as the begin to swing wildly. The two men begin slapping meat, Bronson with a big forearm followed by an even bigger forearm by Caleb, It's not the size but how you use it. Caleb begins to turn the tides as he begins to take over not giving Reed his turn on the metaphorical Xbox but Reed like a true big brother connects with a massive headbutt from outta nowhere to take back control, Caleb may have survived the shield across the head but the Collosus is a different beast entirely.

Tom Phillips: "Reed taking a shortcut to take back advantage, He hasn't been one to shy away from underhanded tactics."

Caleb isn't so easily felled he falls into the ropes using it for momentum as he rebounds he drives his shoulder into Reed, The Colossus goes down hard into the canvas as Caleb connects with a Gungnir spear. Reed like a wounded animal rolls out of the ring, Caleb the Mighty begins to lead the crowd in a warcry...

Mauro Ranallo:"GUNGNIR SPEAR!"

In the aftermath of the impact, Reed, clutching his aching midsection, instinctively rolls out of the ring, seeking refuge from the punishing assault. As the echoes of the crowd's fervent warcries reverberate through the arena, Caleb seizes the momentum, galvanized by their support. With purpose, he darts towards the ropes, poised to continue his onslaught. However, Reed, intercepts Caleb's advance with a well-timed strike from a drum prop. The force of the blow leaves Caleb draped over the ropes, the drum perched atop his head like an unconventional headdress, a comical sight indeed...

Reed takes a moment as he knows what to do, He gets up onto the apron and up the turnbuckle, He looks down on Caleb draped over the middle of the rope, Drum still adorned, Reed leaps going for a Tsunami to the back of the head but Caleb moves at the last moment as Bronson comes crashing down on the hardest part of the ring, The crowd are in awe as Caleb is able to get free of the Viking Drum, He has it in his hands as Reed has not moved a muscle from the aerial misstep. Caleb puts the drum on the corner of the ring saving it for later...

Reed falls to the ground below as Caleb takes his turn on the top rope, He turns to the crowd as he takes a leap of faith, Through the air, Caleb defying gravity connects with THE most beautiful moonsault you've probably ever seen, Reed has no chance to react or recover as both men crash to ringside below...

Corey Graves: "A moonsault from the Sky above..."

A fired up Caleb grabs his man and launches him into the barricade as he goes under the ring, He pulls from the ring a Gjermundbu helmet, He lifts it above his head before bringing it down on the back of the neck of Caleb The Mighty. Reed begins to stand again but is put back in his place with another well placed strike of the helmet to the temple by Caleb. The Mighty has a fine idea as he hoist and rolls Reed back into the center of the ring...

Caleb helmet in hand gets onto the apron where he dons the Viking Age Helmet upon his head. He begins his acent up the turnbuckles as he continues to fuel the crowds "SKAL SKAL SKAL" chants that haven't died down a single bit since the Viking entered the ring. He looks down to Reed as he jumps as he jumps and lands with a flying headbutt that leaves a dent in the helmet. Both men stay motionless from the impact, Calebs head just so happens to be over the shoulder of Reed as the referee begins to count...

Mauro Ranallo:"SKULL SEEKER from THE MIGHTY!"

Tom Phillips: "Caleb is seeking his own brand on Justice for the declaration of war from the Two Australians!"

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The crowd are stunned they thought Caleb had done enough to get the victory, The Mighty doesn't let this dissuade him though. He slowly gets to his feet blood is leaking from his forehead the Helmet headbutt might not of been the best idea but Caleb already has Reed back on his feet, He whips Reed towards the ropes, on the rebound Caleb lifts up the Collosus as he brings him down directly on one of the viking shields attached to the ropes, Reed lands face first into the tip of the shield...

Reed despite taking a shield, he's just like Elton John because he is still standing. Caleb quickly spins around for momentum as he connects onto the chest of Reed with a spinning lariat, Reed barely takes a step back. Caleb runs to the ropes as he realises he needs to chip just a little further to take the big man off his feet once more. He rebounds before jumping aiming for the knee with a low dropkick to one knee, Reeds knee buckles he falls to one knee, Caleb running on little steam runs to the ropes for one final time, on the rebound he brings up his knee into the temple of Reed connecting with a vicious Knee Trembler...

Mauro Ranallo: "Skullsplitter!""

Tom Phillips: "The Viking is working on his woodcutting skill to chop the Colossus to size..."

Corey Graves: "Reed still not on the ground even with that vicious knee!"

To the crowds and even Caleb's shock, Reed is unmoved still standing on his knee, Caleb calls to the crowd to go for one more. On the rebound Reed is back on his feet as he meets Caleb middle of the ring with a Clothesline from hell, Caleb is turned inside out. Reed looks to the crowd as he puts his claw up. "IT'S GOING TO TAKE A LOT MORE THAN THAT TO PUT ME DOWN" Reed barks to the crowd who have gone silent...

Reed lifts Caleb up and over onto his shoulders, Caleb is still feeling the clothesline as Reed trys to send the Viking over the ropes and onto the unforgiving wood of the longship keel, The Mighty though catches the bottom rope, He than follows up using his legs to get Bronson Reed over the top rope. Reed goes over onto the hard wood. Caleb isn't out of the woods yet as he has to use all his might to lift himself to his feet, Caleb taking the moment to run and catch Reed off guard, Bronson's head is between Calebs leg as he goes forward swinging the Colossus around as he hits the Aussie with a devastating Canadian Destroyer, the long ship front can't withstand the impact as Caleb drives Bronson through the wood...

Both men are down and out for a moment as Calebs adrenaline is running high. Reed has a huge cut above his eye the Australian seemingly shell shocked. The crowd are back on their feet urging the Viking to raid and plunder. Caleb is the first to his feet, He picks up the heap of mass of Reed before somehow hauling it into the ring through the wreckage, Caleb goes in after to go for the end. Caleb slowly gets to his feet, Grayson Waller from under the ring gets up and onto the apron, He lunges forward and catches Caleb off guard with a rolling thunder stunner from down under. Caleb goes limp the crowd begin to boo as Grayson has made himself known.

Tom Phillips: "Oh this is not good for the sole Viking."

Corey Graves: "No DQ these two have got exactly what they want, They've got their own Mighty Toy Viking to do whatever they want with..."

Reed is stirring as his fellow Aussie helps him to his feet. Waller quickly drags Caleb to the center of the ring where he begins offloading rights into the face of Caleb. The Mighty unable to get his dukes up to protect himself as each blow rattles off his skull. Reed yells for Waller to move as he runs from the corner jumping up and lands back first all his weight behind a massive senton. Reed smiles but instead of going for a pinfall, He grabs Caleb on his back as he stands to his feet carrying the weight of his opponent, Reed falls backwards causing The Mighty to land hard into the canvas with a massive Australian Drop. Reed using Caleb as a back rest goes for the pinfall victory...

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No The Mighty Caleb kicks out at 2.9!

Waller while Reed was putting the hurt on Caleb has got some presents, He pulls two oars from under the ring. He throws one directly to Reed, who now standing, catches the oar mid-air. He begins smacking the wooden oar off the back of Caleb the Mighty, He puts the oar under the chin of Caleb as he lifts him to his feet. Waller enters the ring as he connects to the midsection breaking his oar on the first hit. Waller begins whispering in Caleb's ear some form of trash talk. Reed lifts Caleb onto his shoulder, He plants The Mighty with a powerslam causing the ring to shake. Reed hooks a leg...

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Reed furious as he gets to his feet pushing the referee. Reed looks to the corner, he looks up and he begins to climb. Waller goes to the apron, Caleb is in shark infested water as he is hoisted onto the shoulders of Waller, He hits The Mighty with a spin out diamond cutter, The crowd don't have time to even boo as Reed comes crashing down on the back of Caleb with a MASSIVE splash. Reed pushes The Mighty over once more for the pinfall...

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How?! The Mighty whimpers out of the pinfall!

Corey Graves: "Did he even get his shoulder up!"

Tom Phillips: "He did if you look at the review its clear as day!"

Reed lifts Caleb to his feet holding him by his ears, Out of nowhere Reed is stunned by a boot to the ear. Caleb moves over to the corner, He looks to go up but the drum he placed earlier is still sitting there. He feels a hand on his shoulder he ducks under behind Reed who had come for blood, The Mighty jumps high connecting both boots into the back of "Big" Bronson Reed. The Colossus gets sent head first into the drum as it splinters on impact. Waller during the commotion lunges through the middle rope, by now we know what he is going for...

Waller is caught mid momentum as The Mighty catches the Rolling Thunder Stunner. Waller has no idea where to go as The Mighty transtions the Aussie into a vertical before bring him down and driving his shoulder into his stomach with the Valhammer. The crowd go absolutely insane as Caleb finally cashes the check Waller has been writing...

Mauro Ranallo: "VALHAMMER!"

Waller is out of breath but struggles to his hands and knees but The Mighty connects with a massive knee to the temple...

Mauro Ranallo: "VALHAMMER INTO A SKULL SPLITTER ONTO WALLER!"

Caleb falls to a knee as one threat is down but the looming Colossus has already recovered as he turns back to the injured prey. Reed runs full speed as he uses his sheer size to connect with his shoulder and arms to send The Mighty flying across the ring, Caleb by luck hits back first into a turnbuckle...

Reed runs he jumps and hits a massive corner splash... Onto the corner, Caleb using the adrenaline in his soul lifts Reed off his feet, The crowd are shook as he spins out the Colossus planting Reed into the canvas with a devastating swinging side slam!

Mauro Ranallo: "Hel Rider! Hel Rider!"

Tom Phillips: "The Mighty might be able to conquer!"

The Might goes to cover but a sudden realization comes over him as Reed is already trying to get to his feet, This giant isn't going down. Caleb stands and begins to stalk Reed as he stumbles to his feet, He leads the crowd in "SKAL SKAL SKAL" chants, The bark of the crowd is electric as The Mighty gets Bronson into a suplex position, He holds the vertical for an impressive time before turning and planting Bronson with his own Valhammer, He makes his way to the corner as the Aussie is still turning despite the bloodloss...

Caleb the Mighty perches atop the turnbuckle his face a crimson reed as the viking ship looks like a warzone, Caleb takes one final leap of faith, His and Reeds heads collide as Caleb comes crashing back down, Caleb drapes one arm over Reeds chest...

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DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner BY PINFALL, THE MIGHTY CALEB




Caleb uses the turnbuckles to stand, He stumbles to center of the ring where the referee raises Caleb's hand high in the air, declaring him the winner. The Skal chants continue, echoing through the arena like a battle cry. Caleb can hardly believe it - he's done it! He's overcome the seemingly insurmountable odds and emerged victorious.




Backstage, we see Renee Young standing preparing to interview one of the UWF’s talents.

Renee Young: Ahead of his match with LA Knight, WARHORSE has been hard to reach. I’m joined by him now, WARHORSE, how are you doing?

WARHORSE: YEAH, RENEE I’M FINE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HARD TO REACH? I’M HERE AREN’T I?

Renee Young: It’s been clear that you show up, you’re here tonight, you have your briefcase in hand, but why has been getting a hold of you been difficult since winning the Money in the Bank contract?

WARHORSE: I’M ONLY A PHONE CALL AWAY RENEE. IF YOU’RE ASKING ABOUT WHY I DIDN’T SHOW MY FACE ON REBELLION, THERE WAS NO REASON TO. WHY DO PEOPLE NEED TO SEE ME DO A SKIT OR WHATEVER AND MAKE A MOCKERY OF MYSELF ON A STAGE LIKE THAT?

Renee Young: You think Rebellion is below you?

WARHORSE: WHO HAVE I GOT TO PROVE BY BEING THERE, RENEE?

Renee Young: Well, I’m sure the fans would appreciate it. We all fondly remember you having great moments on past Rebellions, like facing the Ultimate Warrior-

WARHORSE: I KNEW YOU’D BRING THAT UP RENEE. I JUST KNEW IT. WARRIOR CAN KICK ROCKS, THAT GUY ENABLED ME TO TREAT MYSELF AS A JOKE. I’M NOT A HYPER SERIOUS INDIVIDUAL. I DON’T THINK I EVER WILL BE. I CAN’T, REALLY. BUT TAKING WHAT I DO SERIOUSLY IS ESSENTIAL. IN THAT RING I HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING. I HAVE THE SKILLS IN MY HANDS TO BE THE BEST CHAMPION THIS COMPANY HAS EVER SEEN.

I HAVE IT IN ME, BUT BACK THEN I DIDN’T HAVE THE DRIVE. I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANT TO BE PASSIONATE. I DIDN’T KNOW THE HALF OF IT. AND I’M SICK OF THIS NARRATIVE THAT NOW THAT I’VE ACHIEVED SOMETHING I NEED TO BE BREAKING MY BACK. I’LL CHOOSE MY MOMENT WITH THIS BRIEFCASE, AND AS LA KNIGHT WILL SEE TONIGHT I’M NO SLOUCH.

Renee Young: I don’t think I’ve heard anyone doubt you?

WARHORSE: OH YEAH? BULLSHIT RENEE, DON’T ACT NICE ABOUT IT. WE ALL KNOW WHAT THEY SAY. THE BOYS DON’T RESPECT WARHORSE. THE BOYS THINK WARHORSE HAS NO DEPTH. THE BOYS CAN’T WRAP THEIR HEAD AROUND THE FACT I CAN BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO HOLD A CASE LIKE THIS.

Renee Young: Well, I’ve not heard it. So it must not be everyone. I’m sure just as supported as any of the other fan favourites here in the UWF?

WARHORSE: YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT RENEE. THE NEGATIVE VOICES SHINE LIKE TORCHES IN THE NIGHT.

Renee Young: So, how do you plan on showing LA Knight who’s boss?

WARHORSE: I RULE ASS EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK RENEE, DON’T START DOUBTING ME NOW.

Renee Young: No specific strategy to spill?

WARHORSE: GODDAMN RENEE, WE’RE SO CLOSE TO THE ACTUAL MATCH HAPPENING, I DON’T TIME TO WALK YOU THROUGH EVERY GODDAMN THING I PLAN ON DOING TO THAT EGOTISTICAL RAT, BUT HE’LL BE PREPPED AND READY TO THROW IN THE TRASH AFTER I’M DONE WITH HIM.

Renee Young: Ominous. Well we look forward to it, Warhorse, thank you for your time.

WARHORSE: AS ALWAYS RENEE.




As there’s a break in the action, things head to where Vinny Marseglia is.

Vinny Marseglia: Well I guess tonight’s the night Vinny Marseglia meets his maker, huh? What do I say at a moment on the cusp of something so infinite and endless coming to pass? I mean, I’ve lived a full life, fulfilled my dreams and all that. So, what do I say? I say, I’m still not a believer that Trevor Lee is who he says he is. He’s not the God of wrestling, he’s not the God of all creation, he’s not anything but a delusional hick from Kentucky with a Willy Wonka top hat that picked a fight he can’t finish. But like I’ve said, tonight is only the beginning of our fun, Trevor. Tonight is only the beginning…

As Vinny smiles at this, Bad Blood continues elsewhere.




THE REVOLUTION IS TELEVISED




As Touch the Sky by Kanye West plays over the speaker system, the crowd pops as "Absolute" Ricky Starks confidently struts onto the stage. As the first "Touch the Sky is sung in the song, Ricky grabs his head in his signature taunt as pyro bursts, he then makes his way down to the ring.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 194 pounds from New Orleans, Louisiana, he is "Absolute" Ricky Starks

Making it to the ring, Starks would slide into the ring and climb onto a second turnbuckle, pointing to the sky and looking up, jumping off, Ricky would go to a corner and lie down on top of the ropes waiting for the match to begin.




Head of the Table hits the PA System and out comes Roman Reigns. On his right he has the Wiseman of the Tribal Chief and on his left the problem solver Solo Sikoa. Reigns does a sly rubbing of his red leigh he is wearing signifying he is the the head of the table. The three men lift there hands up in the sky signifying 'The Ones'.

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida being accompanied by Solo Sikoa, and Paul Heyman. The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns!

Reigns and company make there way to the ring and the reception is mixed for the Tribal Chief. Roman is taking his time to get in the ring showing little urgency. Roman and crew finally get into the ring and when they do they once again throw the ones up high in the sky. Roman removes his red lei and hands it to the Wiseman who exits the ring. Reigns than turns to the problem solver and he pats his cousin on the shoulder signifying it's okay and Solo exits the ring and Roman gets prepared for battle.


DING DING DING


The two circle each other, measuring one another up before going in. By now these two were well versed despite this being their first ever one on one match. Ricky knew Reigns had the upper hand strength wise so he knew he had to be tactical. They go to tie up but Ricky just ducks under the attempt and instead does that Starks dance. You know the one. Reigns punishes him with a Clothesline to the back of the head. He then puts the boots to Ricky causing him to roll out of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: Ricky outsmarted Roman and instead of following up, decided to gloat.

Corey Graves: Not a smart move when you're in there against the Tribal Chief.


Ricky tries to walk it off and collect himself but he finds himself standing in front of Solo Sikoa. The Problem Solver stands in his way and crosses his arms, almost daring him to try something. Ricky waves him off and rolls back into the ring. Roman is just waiting patiently in the corner, keeping a cool head or maybe he just doesn't see Starks as a threat. He stands up and walks to the center of the ring and tells Ricky to come on and fight him. Ricky smiles and instead backs up, telling him to bring Big Dog. Roman walks up to him but Ricky goes for the Superkick. Reigns catches his foot and shakes his head but Starks turns it into a step up Enziguri! Roman stumbles back towards the corner and Ricky runs up to him, grabbing his head and kicking off the ropes into a Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!



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A quick kickout at 1! Roman is getting up and so Ricky puts the boots to him as best he can but the Tribal Chief fights through the kicks and shoves him away. Starks is pushed into the ropes and comes back with a Clothesline but it doesn't take the former World Champion down. Roman instead looks at him and tells him to try again. Ricky runs to the ropes but Roman follows him over and connects with a Superman Punch! Ricky drops like a sack of potatoes and somewhere Samwise Gamgee smiles. Roman hooks the leg for the pin.



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Starks kicks out!


Corey Graves: As much as Ricky wanted to prove that he was a Absolute, The Head of the Table is here to bring him right back down to reality.

Mauro Ranallo: Ricky has been doing well so far in his tenure here in UWF but Roman Reigns has lots of experience and has become a changed man since his return.

Tom Phillips: As evident by the fact that Corey now likes him.


Roman picks up Ricky and puts him on his shoulders. He walks over to face the hard cam to make sure everyone gets a good look before he's about to hit this Samoan Drop but he takes a bit too much time and Ricky slides off behind him, raking his eyes on the way down. Roman scurries to the ropes and hold on with one hand while rubbing his eyes with the other. Ricky comes over and gives him a Superkick to the arm! Roman walks away holding the arm but Ricky grabs it and twists around it before climbing with it to the ropes. He starts to go old school but throws in his own flair, dancing as he walks the tightrope before coming off with the club to the shoulder. Roman turns away and kneels over holding his arm when Ricky runs over with a Swinging Neckbreaker! He makes the cover!



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Reigns kicks out! Ricky picks up Reigns bends down as if he's going to pick him up for the Roshambo. He smiles but then tosses Roman to the side. Instead he walks over to the corner and leans down as Roman is getting to his feet. When he turns around Ricky charges at him with the Spear but Roman ends up kneeing him in the face! Ricky looks out of it but he's trying to get up. It's causing him to stumble around erratically but Roman is still able to cut him in half with a Spear! He goes for the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Roman Reigns!




Corey Graves: And the Tribal Chief does what he does best. Win.

Mauro Ranallo: Roman has done nothing but rack up wins since his return. I feel like it's only a matter of time until we see him with some gold around his waist.


The Wiseman and Sikoa come into the ring to give praise to their Tribal Chief. Roman doesn't even bother looking at Starks, instead just stares directly into camera at all would be opponents as the show moves on.




The feed switches to the scene of a crowded, fancy restaurant.

Rick Rude is sitting at a table for two, by himself. We see that there is a bottle of wine at the center of the table, as Rude sips from his glass. The glass that is sitting in front of the seat across from him is empty, though. Rude motions for the camera to come closer.

Rude: Oh, Jamie. I feel like I have sat idly by all week just waiting to get any response from you…in regards to your dinner invitation. You see, as we are near my hometown, I took it upon myself to book us a table at the best restaurant that I knew of close by. Alas, here I sit alone.

Ya know, it isn’t often that I get stood up. I’ll just chalk it up to nerves being the reason that you no-showed. Either that or you wanted to spend whatever time you had left with that precious Prime Time medal of yours. Without it, you’ll just recede back into the obscurity that you’ve always known. Don’t worry, you’re at least semi-cute, though. I’m sure you can land a gig for the next swimsuit magazine that UWF puts out! Maybe then, you’ll at least be relevant for some margin of people out there!

Rude takes a long sip from his glass and glances at his watch. He motions for the server to bring the bill.

Rude: I’m sure you’ll feel some fraction of pride in thinking that you stood me up, but I hate to break it to you sweetheart, this wasn’t a date. Consider it the calm before the storm if you will. I’ve left better looking women waiting for hours just for me to show up for an empty invitation to dinner. You think I’d honestly be interested in some A-cup Brit? Please. I simply wanted to have a conversation over a nice dinner so that you wouldn’t take the embarrassment so personally once I wipe the floor with you at Bad Blood.

Rude slips the server his card and flags down the maitre d.

Rude: Marco, have this bottle of wine delivered to the Hewing for Jamie Hayter…actually, I don’t know if she’d be able to afford the Hewing. Just have it delivered to the Target Center, she can get it at the arena. She’s going to need it after I’m through with her. Always a pleasure, my friend!

Rude shakes the hand of Marco and receives the receipt from the server. He stands up, adjusts his suit and his tie and motions for the camera to follow as he exits the restaurant.

Rude: Jamie, I just hate that your very brief winning streak has to come to such an abrupt end. I honestly do wish you the best of luck in recovering from this loss that you’re about to be handed. But don’t worry, feel free to include this match if they ever make a “Best of Jamie Hayter” dvd. Maybe then your fans may think you had somewhat of a smidgeon of relevancy during your career. I would say not everyone gets beaten by “Ravishing” Rick Rude, but then I would be lying.

Rude pauses as he exits the building to hold the door open for a group of ladies entering the restaurant. They make eyes at Rude and murmur to themselves, giggling.

Rude: After you, ladies. Might I add that each of you look absolutely lovely this evening? Although, I must say you’d each look much more lovely in that big limousine over there.

The women mull it over and surround Rude. He escorts them over to the limousine that is waiting and allows them to enter it.

Rude: You’d like to think that you actually stand a bit of a chance in this match, Jamie. But then again, you don’t even have the good sense that God gave a goose. If you’ll excuse me, the ladies are waiting.

Rude enters the limousine and closes the door. It pulls away as the camera follows it leaving the parking lot. The feed cuts back.






"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!

As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.



Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign. 



Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has. 



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: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 4000 lbs of Raw Heavy Metal, from St Louis, Missouiri, USA, he is Mr Money in the Bank, WARHORSE!

He runs down the ramp and up the steps, along the ring apron and back and forth, and through those ropes into the ring where he begins shaking the top rope relentlessly.

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

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


DING DING DING


A collar and elbow tie up gets things underway in the middle of the ring, with LA Knight subsequently gaining the advantage and transitioning into a side headlock. As he attempts to apply pressure, WARHORSE uses his strength to lift his opponents arms up. With his top half now free he begins his trademark headbanging motion, but Knight sees what he’s trying to do and powers back to secure the headlock once again. A hip toss immediately follows and now Knight has WARHORSE down on the mat with his arms still wrapped around his neck. As he attempts to apply pressure, WARHORSE again shows his levels of energy by bringing both himself and Knight back onto their feet despite the hold still being locked in. Once again he lifts the arms up and starts to headbang, however this time Knight darts behind and twists WARHORSE’s arm behind his back into an alternative lock. Before Knight can apply more pressure, WARHORSE uses his stronger free arm to grab back at Knight before twisting to break free, but rather than striking a blow from the front, he darts behind The Million Dollar Megastar in order to apply his own arm lock this time.

Mauro Ranallo: A very technical start to proceedings here, with WARHORSE appearing to try and emulate an ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ approach from the get-go.

Corey Graves: Money in the Bank briefcase holder or not, WARHORSE can only play these games with LA Knight for so long before he finds himself getting slapped silly.

WARHORSE is given little time to seize the moment however as Knight thinks one step ahead and uses his spare arm to hurl him over his shoulder. You could be fooled into thinking the ring mat was made from bouncy castle material as WARHORSE springs right back up to his feet, but Knight is quick to anticipate this and knocks him straight back down with a shoulder tackle. The brief break in action gives Knight a moment to taunt the crowd, but as they respond with their jeers he is quick to go back to his opponent and apply another side headlock. Knight’s attempts to apply extra pressure are foiled however as WARHORSE uses his power to push back towards the ropes. The momentum helps to break the hold and send Knight darting across the ring, with WARHORSE on hand to greet him with a back elbow. Knight’s bell looks slightly rung as the Money in the Bank contract holder takes the moment to headbang with freedom with the crowd showing their appreciation for it.

Tom Phillips: There is truly no underplaying the raw power of heavy metal!

Corey Graves: Please stop trying to big up this goof.

As Knight gets back up to his feet, he signals to WARHORSE that he wants to engage in another lockup. The confident looking former Intercontinental Champion appears more than happy to oblige, but as hands go up, Knight delivers a cheap kick to the gut. The Megastar drags his rival over to the turnbuckle and looks to Irish whip him into the opposite one with force, but WARHORSE regains his composure and reverses the whip in the center of the ring to send Knight into the turnbuckle instead. The impact leaves Knight clutching at his back in pain, but as he walks away from the turnbuckle, WARHORSE follows up with a back body drop. With Knight grounded to the mat, WARHORSE runs off the ropes and hits an elbow drop, not content with one though, he runs off the opposite set of ropes and delivers another elbow drop. Two not enough? WARHORSE hits the ropes once again and the same move is forthcoming. Three isn’t the magic number though as WARHORSE bounces off the final set of ropes and hits a fourth and final elbow drop before making a cover.


ONE…


TW…


KICKOUT!


Knight rolls the shoulder to break the count, but WARHORSE has no intention of giving him any recovery time as he pulls him back to his feet and drags him over to the turnbuckle. A number of body blows follow as the referee tells them to get the action out of the corner, but the distraction goes against WARHORSE as Knight ducks his head down and with the power of his upper limbs, lifts his opposite number up and over the top rope and down to the floor. It looks to be a sore landing as WARHORSE yells in pain as the ref checks on Knight, but the latter tells the official to back off and start counting his opponent out.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


FOUR…


WARHORSE returns to his feet and crawls back into the ring underneath the bottom rope, but Knight is on hand to greet him with some foot stomps that keep him grounded to the mat. Seeing an opportunity to dictate the match in his favor, the former Prime Time Medal holder picks his opponent up and prepares to deliver a suplex, but before he can elevate, WARHORSE grounds his leg and counters with a small package.


ONE…


TWO…


KICKOUT!


Knight kicks out as both men appear to receive a rush of blood to the head as they charge back up to their feet at lightning quick pace, but LA is the fastest to respond on the offensive front as levels WARHORSE with a clothesline before attempting a cover of his own.


ONE…


TW…


KICKOUT!


Mauro Ranallo: The pace of this match has picked up and frankly could go either way as each competitor searches for a breakthrough moment.

WARHORSE kicking out prompts Knight to glance at the ref for a moment as it’s clear that he felt the count speed wasn’t quick enough, but any frustration from that is immediately taken by it on his opponent as he brings him back up to his feet before catapulting him into the turnbuckle with vicious effect. The impact sends WARHORSE back down to the mat as Knight takes a moment to admire his handiwork before picking WARHORSE back up and successfully delivering the suplex this time around before going for another cover.


ONE…


TWO…


KICKOUT!


Another kickout elicits more frustration from Knight, but this time he responds by propping his opponent up and driving several knee shots to the back. Realizing that more punishment is going to have to be dished out to get the job done, Knight stretches out WARHORSE’s arms whilst putting pressure on his back with the knee. The move certainly doesn’t appear to tickle, but with the help of some encouragement from of the crowd WARHORSE rides through the pain and manages to get him and Knight back up to a standing position before he breaks free from the hold, twists round and catches Knight out with a backslide pin attempt.


ONE…


TW…


KICKOUT!


The effective outsmarting only incenses Knight further as he is first to his feet once again and hits WARHORSE with another kick to the gut before transitioning behind to deliver a Full Nelson Slam. Sensing this could be the moment to take full control or maybe even finish the job, Knight climbs up to the top turnbuckle and performs his signature pointing taunt before connecting with an impactful Elbow Drop and subsequent pin.


ONE…


TWO…


T…


KICKOUT!


WARHORSE getting his shoulder up prompts the irritated Knight to start mouthing off as only he can, but as he picks his groggy opponent back up in order to try and drop him one more time, WARHORSE suddenly springs back into life and hits Knight with a chop that’s heard all around the building. Despite having the air taken out of his lungs by the looks of it, Knight tries to fire back with a right hook, only for WARHORSE to block it and deliver a right hook of his own. As he clenches his fist and begins to shake it in preparation for another shot, Knight takes advantage of the gap between move delivery to deliver a knee strike to his opponent's midriff. The impact forces WARHORSE back towards the ropes as Knight runs off the opposite side for a charged attack, but WARHORSE is quick to anticipate the move and pulls the ropes down to send Knight over the top and down to the outside.

Tom Phillips: Regardless of your personal favorites, you have to commend the stamina of these guys to be able to soak up and dish out punishment in quick succession.

Unbeknownst to WARHORSE who looks to regain his composure in the ring, Knight lands on his feet and turns around to see that his opponent hasn’t noticed that to be the case. The Thursday Night Thriller hops up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope to wait for his rival to turn around, but even the great timing of the setup still isn’t enough as WARHORSE turns around and meets the flying Knight with a drop kick. The resulting impact sees both men down on the mat with the ref checking that both are still fit to continue.

Mauro Ranallo: You felt this match was WARHORSE’s for the taking after that move, but being unable to immediately capitalize may well cost him.

Corey Graves: LA Knight thrives on seizing the advantage when it comes his way. It’s surely only a matter of time before WARHORSE gets put down.

Tom Phillips: I guess this break in the action means that we can take a moment to wish a very Happy Birthday to both the first ever Royal Rumble winner The Miz, and former C.U.N.T. member Paul Burchill.

Corey Graves: What the hell has that got to do with this match, Phillips?!?

Tom Phillips: You wouldn’t complain if it was your birthday getting a shoutout!

Corey Graves: It’s highly unlikely that I would be spending my birthday with you to begin with!

Mauro Ranallo: Gentlemen, please…

The two combatants use the assistance of the ring ropes to help get back up to their feet with Knight midway between two turnbuckles and WARHORSE in one of the corners. The former makes a run at the latter but connects solely with the pads as WARHORSE managed to duck out of the way at the last second. Knight staggers to the middle of the ring and WARHORSE looks to capitalize by connecting with a Lariat, but this time Knight evades it. The Megastar is unable to follow up however as WARHORSE, who appeared to already anticipate a counter, grabs a hold of him and throws him into the turnbuckle before mounting the ropes and delivering a dozen punches as the crowd chants in sync with every blow that connects. The dazed Knight looks ready to collapse, but not before WARHORSE drops down and spins him round to deliver a trademark Half and Half Suplex. Instead of going for a cover, the fired up St Louis native does some more headbanging with sections of the crowd joining in before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. The fans know exactly what he has in mind as he waits for Knight to rise to the correct position, but reverse deja vu ends up occurring as Knight anticipates the dive and is able to get his body out of the way before WARHORSE’s boots connect with the Ass Ruler. Mr Money in the Bank tries to get back to his feet in order to regain control, but Knight is already on hand to hit him with the Backstabber and another pitfall attempt.


ONE…


TWO…


THR…


KICKOUT!


The crowd erupts with joy at WARHORSE saving the match for himself as Knight lets out a frustrated cry at not being able to put his opponent away. The frustration is clear but the determination to not let it cost him appears to be there as he picks WARHORSE up. Another Irish whip attempt is made which WARHORSE reverses into his own, however on the return Knight performs a sunset flip but isn’t able to pull WARHORSE down for the cover. Seeing an opportunity to catch his rival out, WARHORSE drops down and hooks the legs.


ONE…


TWO…


TH…


KICKOUT!


Knight is able to kick out and manages to catch the leg of WARHORSE with a shot from the boot which staggers him slightly. Another opening presents another opportunity and this time Knight wastes no time connecting with a stunning Impaler DDT which shakes all the ring ropes in succession as he attempts the pin once more.


ONE…


TWO…


THR…


KICKOUT!


The crowd outdo themselves with their response to this WARHORSE kickout as Knight can only smack the mat with his hands in frustration at not being able to put the heavy metal specialist away.

Mauro Ranallo: That right there is why this guy is Mr Money in the Bank! There’s just no keeping him down.

Corey Graves: I mean I’m still adamant he just got lucky that night, but hey, spin it whatever way you like, for me Knight is within touching distance of putting this one to bed.

Once again Knight picks WARHORSE up to his feet and goes to position him for the Gravy Train, but WARHORSE knows exactly what's coming and is able to use his elbow to power Knight off of him completely. The Megastar is unable to counter though as he is met with a Lariat that he is unable to duck out of the way of on this occasion as WARHORSE goes for the cover.


ONE…


TWO…


THR…


KICKOUT!


This time WARHORSE looks aghast at not being able to see off his opponent. The crowd begin one of those “This Is Awesome” chants as that’s what some of them just like to do it seems, but WARHORSE is able to get them to stop as the headbanging resumes and he awaits Knight returning to his feet of his own accord. Seconds pass by and Knight uses the turnbuckle to help him back up as WARHORSE charges towards him once again. Despite having the wind taken out of his sails in this one, Knight is able to avoid the contact as WARHORSE connects with the pad. Ever the opportunist though, Knight pulls WARHORSE down for the pin, however as the ref drops down to make the count, he notices Knight’s hand wrapped around the rope for a leverage advantage, and as a result he refuses to make the count which only incites LA further.

Tom Phillips: Oh surprise, surprise, Knight looking to underhanded measures in order to get the job done.

Corey Graves: Why didn’t the referee at least give him a chance to move his arm before counting the fall? That is disgraceful officiating!

The ensuing argument between Knight and the ref allows WARHORSE time to rise up again so that when Knight is done saying his piece, he is then met by a flurry of fast and hard hitting blows. There is no response from The Megastar this time as WARHORSE launches him into the turnbuckle pads which causes more ring vibrations and sends Knight down to the mat. Sensing this could be his moment, WARHORSE exits onto the apron and walks over to the ring post before climbing up to the top rope. The exhausted looking Knight looks to get up from the mat, but WARHORSE doesn’t give him the chance as he flies in with the Ass Ruler to devastating effect.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


DING DING DING!!!


Here is your winner, WARHORSE!




The referee raises WARHORSE’s arm up before he darts away to the corner turnbuckle to climb up and start headbanging once more for everyone to see.

Corey Graves: You can’t seriously tell me that Knight has no right to feel cheated from that farce??

Tom Phillips: As far as I am concerned everything looked perfectly above board there.

Mauro Ranallo: I agree, a tough loss for Knight but a great win for WARHORSE who keeps the momentum train rolling on.

The ref attempts to check on Knight, but as he does his attention is suddenly drawn towards a mysterious individual who has rushed into the ring. The individual in question pays no attention to Knight or the ref and instead runs straight towards the turnbuckle before pulling WARHORSE down with force. The match winner crashes down to the mat and as the individual stands over them, it becomes clear that it is in fact Chris Adonis.

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell?!?

Corey Graves: Well this just took an interesting twist...

WARHORSE doesn't seem to know what's hit him as Adonis pulls him up to his knees before applying The Adonis Lock. The ref pleads with the intruder to release the hold and clear the ring, but he is quickly shoved out of the way by Knight who gets in WARHORSE's face as he remains powerless to get out of the situation. Knight can be heard saying that his opponent got lucky tonight and that this is far from over as Adonis eventually releases the hold, with WARHORSE subsequently collapsing in a lifeless heap. The two men then shake hands and Adonis raises Knight's arm in the air as a sign that he is the true winner in this situation as the crowd expresses their disgust at how the ending to the contest has gone down.






UWF Bad Blood continues to roll as the scene cuts to the backstage area where Finn Balor is seen wrapping his wrists getting ready for his UWF Intercontinental Championship match against Orange Cassidy, as he hears a knock on the door. He doesn’t respond to the knock but is still met with familiar faces as the members of the Mafia walk into the locker room. Finn Balor doesn’t even crack a smile as Dom, Rhea, and Priest walk into the locker room but instead acts as if they aren't there and continues to put tape on his wrists. Dom decides to break the silence as he speaks out to Finn Balor.

Mafia Dom
You do know that all of this isn’t necessary right, we're supposed to stand as one despite the situation and yet you’re just dusting us under the rug. You really think that's how you should be acting going into one of the biggest matches of your career. When winning matters the most you want to switch what has been working all this time?

Finn Balor doesn’t respond causing the other members of the Mafia to step up and try to convince him.



Rhea Ripley
Look, Dom is right, tonight you have the opportunity to bring two championships back home to the Mafia. I don’t think it's the right time to let your ego get in the middle of everything we’ve built so far.

Damian Priest
I’ve got to agree with them on this one boss, we have Orange Cassidy right where we want him. He’s off his game for once and you can actually see that there’s an opening, don’t let your thoughts get in the way of what's at stake.

Finn Balor
All that I’m hearing right now is that none of you think that I can go out there by myself and beat Orange Cassidy. I’ve relied on you three long enough now it's time for me to show everybody that I’m not just some coward that hides behind his crew. I’ve been doing this way too long, now it's time for me to prove to each and every single person that has doubted me before that I can do this on my own.

Finn Balor pauses and takes a deep breath before he continues to speak..

Finn Balor
Tonight I don’t want the help of any of you, I will go out there and do what I do best and that's win. Without the help of Rhea Ripley, without the help of Damian Priest and without the help of Dominik Mysterio. Go take the night off and find something constructive to do like plan my Intercontinental Celebration Party.

Mafia Dom tries to speak up once more but is quickly cut off by Finn.

Mafia Dom
But boss…

Finn Balor
That’s not up for debate, I don’t want to see any of you interfering in my match tonight. I’ll handle this on my own.

Balor walks out of the locker room as he leaves Priest, Ripley, and Mysterio with a worried look on their faces. The camera fades to black and cuts to the next segment.






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

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

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


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, Minneapolis morons...actually, you know what? Scratch that, how about all of my fellow marvelous Minnesotans keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these ladies what a real sexy man is supposed to look like! Hit my music!

The music begins again as Rude begins to disrobe.






DING DING DING


Hayter runs at Rude and clobbers him right in the mouth. After all the downright disrespectful insults he's made towards her, she's full of rage and is ready to unload. Rude gets knocked into the corner where Jamie starts hitting him with Clothesline after Clothesline before she brings him out with an Exploder Suplex! Rude rolls over right away to try and get up but Jamie is all over him, attacking with Knee Strikes as he's trying to get up but it ends up knocking him out cold. Hayter then picks him up onto her shoulders and walks with him to the center of the ring and delivers the Ushigoroshi! He makes the pin!



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2 . . .



Rude kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Rick Rude is about to regret all those weeks of disrespectful remarks towards Jamie Hayter.

Corey Graves: I bet Jamie is going to regret hurting Rude instead because now she'll never get to ride Mustache Mountain.

Tom Phillips: You disgust me.


Jamie stands behind Rude as he's getting up. She throws her arms out to signal for the end. She reaches over and grabs his arm, spinning him out but he ducks under and grabs a hold of her, placing her in a Bear Hug! She tries to club him in the back but he just squeezes harder. She's high up over his shoulder but Rude decides to be a little cheeky and lowers his arms onto her butt and begins to squeeze. He's got a sick perverted smile on his face and Jamie manages to push herself off of him enough to give him a Headbutt! Rude is stunned and drops her but she levels him with a Big Boot! She makes the pin again!



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2 . . .



Rude kicks out! Hayter brings him back up once more and gets him in position for a Uranage but Rude ends up elbowing her in the side of the head. He follows that up by picking her straight int the air and dropping her with a Military Press Slam! He decides to do more as he drags her to the corner where he climbs to the second rope and hits a Flying Knee Drop! He makes the pin!



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2 . . .



Hayter kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: She may have gotten an early edge but Rick Rude is now firmly in control.

Corey Graves: The surprise factor is gone and now she's in for a world of hurt!


Rude picks her up and sets her up for the Spike Piledriver. She manages to drop to her knee to prevent it and instead sends him up and over with a Back Body Drop. Rude gets to his feet but eats a Lariat for his troubles. Jamie picks him up from behind and once away grabs the arm. She ripcords him out but again he ducks the Hayterade, instead grabbing her by the back of her head as she flies past him and brings her down with the Rude Awakening! He makes the pin!



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3 . . .



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and the NEW Prime Time Medallist, "Ravishing" Rick Rude!



Mauro Ranallo: And with that big win, Rick Rude is back on track to becoming Intercontinental Champion.

Corey Graves: Long may he reign... again!


Rude is handed the medal and gives it a kiss before placing it around his neck and doing his patenting hip swivel of Hayter's knocked out body as the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Bad Blood graphic to a live feed from backstage. Big ol' pop from the fans when they see their boy Kyle O'Reilly sitting in the locker room taping up his wrists ahead of his match with Tyler Breeze. Why is there always a camera guy in the room when he's taping up his wrists? What's up with that? Regardless, Kyle acts like that dude isn't even in the room with him and only looks up from the task at hand when Bayley walks into the room!

He's done trying to convince her that she isn't allowed in the men's change room. He just chin-nods at her as she enters and then gets back to work on that tape job.

Bayley: Heeeeeeeeeeey...

The "Good Guy" greets him all tentative like, as though she's handling dynamite. But with her words. The nuance of social cues is lost on Kyle on account of the 'tism probably, so he just replies with a blunt "sup".



KO'R: Sup?

She sits down next to him. Thank gosh you can't get koodies from your sister, even if she's a step-sister. He allows it.

Bayley: Are we like... I mean are you...

She's struggling to find a way to find out the best way to ask if everything is cool between them. Kyle isn't helping much - he's hyper-fixated on the wrist tape. Finally, she just sighs and more or less bites that bullet.

Bayley: I'm still cornering you for the match tonight, right?

She bites her lip, nervous about the answer. Kyle scoffs like its the dumbest question he ever heard.

KO'R: Uhhh... duh! Yeah. Obviously. I need you there to punch that Alexa chick in the stomach if she even tries to get on the apron.

Bayley: Right. Yeah. I mean. sure. Definitely. Its just I thought maybe your new pal Joey Janela might -

KO'R: Oh Joey's busy tonight.

Just when it looked like there was wind in her sails, Bayley's deflated again.

Bayley: He's busy? So you asked him to be in your corner, too?

Again, Kyle acts like that's a big dumb question.

KO'R: Frick - are you even paying attention? Tyler Breeze has a girl sidekick and another big dude watching his back. So obviously it would make sense if I had that many people on my side, too. Its just math, dude.

Bayley: Sure. But why not ask Despy -

Third time, third stupid question.

KO'R: Uhhh, cause that would be gay.

Bayley: But you two are gay marired?

KO'R: Yeah but we're not like... ya know... that kinda gay.

Not having any idea what that even means, Bayley pivots to another option.

Bayley: So give Mark a call! Its been a while!

KO'R: Oh man, Bayles, it would be so racist if I brought Mark back just cause Tyler Breeze has Omos. Sooooo racist.

Bayley: Would it?

KO'R: And before you even say Larry, don't bother, cause last I heard, he was in prison. And besides him, who would I call? Bobby Fish who it turns out still wants to be friends? Oh, wait, Tyler Breeze totally murdered him at Rebellion! That's why I wanted a Bad Boy to even the odds. But whatever. It is what it is. Just you is fine I guess.

Bayley: Just "me" is "fine" you "guess?"

Ooooh that struck a nerve, but it doesn't register with Kyle. Finishing his tape job, he stands up and claps her on the shoulder.

KO'R: Yeah for sure. Like I told this super model dork already, he's gonna be what I assume a piece of cake is. I wouldn't know. I've never had cake. But its gonna be a slice. Of it. That. Cake. Probably. Easy. Just... ya know... eyes on Alexa, right?

With that, he heads off, leaving Bayley with some confusion and some hurt feelings. Dang. Bad Blood rolls on anyway!




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!

For a few seconds, all is silent in the arena, as the lights dim into darkness. The fans are left with nothing to see, nothing to feel but anticipation...and as a technological-sounding tune begins, a lone spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp, paving the way for an opening to form, and for one man to rise from beneath.

Coming from his own domain, the former UWF World Heavyweight Champion has his arms outstretched, his attire bathed in white, with flowing robes of purity having been donned by the one and only God of Professional Wrestling...



As the build finally comes to a close, with a much more energetic beat forming...and as soon as those first words sound out?

"THE ROAD I WALK IS PAVED IN GOLD"
"TO GLORIFY MY PLATINUM SOUL"

THAT is finally what begins the entrance of the God of Professional Wrestling.

Chimel: Introducing first, from Harlan, Kentucky, weighing in at 220 lbs...he is the God of Professional Wrestling...'Mister' Trevor Lee!

With God himself having emerged from beneath the stage, Trevor walks on with a massive grin on his face, basking in this moment as he would all others, knowing that down in Harlan, there is more than enough support to counteract anything and everything thrown his way by this crowd. No matter what is given to him, though, Mister Trevor Lee would take all that they emotionally possess; their hatred, their vitriol and their disdain, and he simply turns the other cheek, just as his fellow Gods had taught him.

Even then, though, there still remain scars. Scars of past performances. Scars of Harlan gold stripped away from him, his pantheon temporarily under siege by those bearing their own swords and crosses. For Mister Trevor Lee, this is more than enough reason to go through with what's to come. He hops onto the apron, turning with an omnipresent smile as he throws two fingers to the sky, beckoning for those in attendance, as well as those watching at home, to watch as he ascends once more...

"TO THE MOON!"



Entering the ring, Trevor would spin himself around quite a few times with his arms outstretched, before dropping down to his knees with a massive grin on his face. His head tilts up to the sky, eyes closed with a big grin on his face, before slowly bowing his head. Muttering a silent prayer to himself, Lee would take the moment...before popping up to his knees, and heading off to the corner, his smile faded, and the only thought remaining on his mind being his goal: bring back the Gold that escaped his hands, no matter who stands in his way.

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.

Tony clears out of the ring in record time to make way for this fight. Knowing full well that this fight has been brewing for a loooong time, and the only people more desperate than the fans who want to see it are the two men who want to do it, the Official calls for the bell to get it started.


VS

DING DING


The chiming bell washes over the capacity crowd like a reality bath. Its a pinch-me-I-must-be-dreaming moment for the UWF Universe - this bout they never expected to actually see go down. And now, somehow, some way, it actually is, made official by the Official waving his hand like a magician instigating the impossible. What can the people say except "HOLY SHIT!" over and over again at the top of their lungs.

That reaction comes in spite of a lack of action in the ring. The competitors are approach the center of the squared circle slow and steady. Gone is Trevor Lee's cocksure, politician, baby-kissin' grin - as is Vinny's teasing, Kruger-esque, smirk. It serious as a funeral when they come nose-to-nose in the middle of the ring.


Phillips: Despite the accusations flying both ways headed into this one, I don't think either man looks scared of the other.

Ranallo: Certainly not, Tom. And just listen to that crowd! This is one that the UWF Universe has been wanting to see for a long, long time. Vinny Marseglia is coming off a brutal Last Heart Beating Match that saw him defeat The Fiend once and for all. And in the other corner, the former UWF Champion in his first match since losing the title some months ago. Corey, fair to say that up until Final Battle, Trevor Lee was a lock for Wrestler of the Year with his winning the Royal Rumble, claiming the big belt in the Main Event of Wrestlemania and following up that victory with a defense against an otherwise unstoppable Sharkboy. Since he's been gone, Marseglia has been the dominant force on Revolution -

Graves: Exactly - with Lee out of the picture, Vinny was free to run roughshod. But as dangerous as the Devil is, he's no Wrestling God. Trevor Lee has come back to reclaim what was always his. He set his sights on the one guy on the roster that nobody else is calling out and with a statement win over the man he's been compared to since picking up the Television Championship, he'll no doubt be next in line for a world title opportunity.


So there's a lot at stake here. In lieu of a grappling contest to start this encounter, Trevor Lee dares Vinny to take his best shot. The Tattooed Maniac isn't a man who needs a reason to be violent, and no sooner have the words "Lets see whatcha got" left Trevor's lips that his jaw is clamped shut by whipcrack of a European Uppercut.

The Mayor of Harlan staggers back. If he was expecting a test of strength via game of shot-for-shot with the Horror King, he's gonna be disappointed. Marseglia doesn't stand around waiting for Trevor to return fire, but rather follows up while Lee is still shaking the cobwebs. He locks up the back of the former World Champ's head in a clinch and feeds a knee lift straight into his face. The first is followed by a second identical blow, and that combo is punctuated by another European Uppercut to get Lee upright again.

Stumbling backwards towards the corner on wobbly legs. Vinny drives him into the post with a casual Pump Kick to the chest that hardly even interrupts his regular gait. Lee finds himself with his arms draped over the intersecting top ropes, too dazed to fight back, chest wide open for the first of what are sure to be many Axe Edge Chops from the Horror King. The fans wince as his palm leaves an instant welt across the chest of the Kentuckian.


Phillips: Yikes! What a shot from Marseglia!

Ranallo: So far its been all Vinny. An interesting note here - The Horror King played against type by demanding an ordinary wrestling match against Lee tonight. We've seen him in every manner of ultraviolent contests, but instead of going back to that well, he challenged the so-called Wrestling God to a regular bout. Is that in and of itself a mind game from Marseglia?

Graves: No, I think Lee's point about Vinny being too afraid to go into the deep end with him are spot on.

Phillips: I wonder if Trevor was trying to turn this into a brawl right off the bat by goading Vinny the way he did.

Ranallo: Well if that was the strategy, it sure backfired.


Trevor remains draped on the ropes as Vinny pops another blistering chop across the sternum. From his position at ringside, Lance Cade shouts at the Referee to get in there and do his job. The Third Man is one step ahead of him, coming in to call for a rope break. Marseglia cold shoulders the guy but nevertheless pulls his opponent away from the edge of the ring, yanking him into open water before hooking his head and elevating with a vertical suplex. Mareglia holds him up there for a long time, allowing the blood to rush into his head before finally driving him into the canvas with a Sudden Rush!

The ring rattles under the falling weight of the Mayor. Vinny hooks a leg and the Referee comes in for the count...



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Lee gets a shoulder up right after two. Vinny responds by grabbing him on both side of the skull and bashing his head into the mat over and over again until the Referee threatens him with a disqualification. That warning sees the Horror King back off. He gets to his feet and stands tall over the Mayor, the once raucous crowd nearly stunned silent by what has so far been a one-sided affair.


Phillips: I don't think the fans were expecting to see Vinny Marseglia dominate like this.

Graves: Lee just needs to shake off the ring rust then he'll run away with this thing, trust me.

Ranallo: Or perhaps Trevor Lee has bitten off more than he can chew in making a comeback after a tough loss against a white hot opponent.


The Tattooed Maniac takes a handful of hair and uses that to haul his rival to a vertical base. Lance Cade gets up to a knee on the apron, hollering at the Referee about that foul play. While the Official comes to tell off Vinny, Trevor waves off his heater, mustering what consciousness he has left to insist that he can handle this on his own.

By the looks of things, nothing could be farther from the truth. Per the Third Man's orders, Marseglia lets loose his grip on the scalp, but only so he can sink in a headlock. Its prime position for a DDT but this psycho adds some sadistic spice by way of elevation and snap. The crack of the Mayor's skull against the canvas earns a gasp from the sold-out arena - one appropriate for a move he likes to call the Jump Scare.

After denting the squared circle with his foe's forehead, Marseglia rolls the body over and shoots the half, leg hooked deep as he makes an emphatic pin...



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No! Lee kicks out before that third count.


Ranallo: Trevor Lee is still in it, but for how much longer?

Graves: Even after asking for a standard rules match, Vinny is just cheating up a storm in there! You wanna talk about mind games, how about luring an upstanding citizen like Trevor Lee into a gentlemen's engagement and then catching him off guard with foul play. I personally find it disgusting.

Phillips; Right, cause Trevor Lee has never taken the low road before.

Graves: Two wrongs don't make a right, Phillips!


Vinny gets up and once again towers over his foe, staring down at this man who has been compared to him ad nauseum - this man who has uttered his name in vain time and time again - this man who has goaded him and attacked him and dared him - and after all that, Marseglia finds himself utterly unimpressed.

Lee's hand reaches for Vinny's boot - its kicked away. Marseglia is done with this. He turns his back on the fallen Wrestling God and heads towards the corner. Once again, Lance Cade heads for the apron to intervene, but by now, the Referee is expecting as much from him. He yells at the guy to back off or get kicked out. A fuming Cade backs away and reluctantly turns his efforts away from hindering the Horror King to cheering his boss on.

Marseglia scales the turnbuckle and perches at the top like a gosh dang gargoyle. Lining up the victim in his sites, he rises slowly to cast a terrifying shadow over Lee.


Phillips: Redrum incoming...

Ranallo: That'll make two consecutive massacres for the man who spent the first half of the year running roughshod over Revolution.


Just as Vinny is about to come off the top, however, Trevor somehow finds the tenacity to roll out of harm's way. Marseglia scoffs, amused, finally, and then lowers himself off the top. There's more than one way to skin a cat, and for a man with a playbook as long and as deadly as any major horror franchise, the Tattooed Maniac is more than able to pivot on a dime to find another way to finish this fight.

He stalks the crawling Mayor across the canvas, catching up to him on the other side and pulling him up to his feet with ease. From there, Vinny goes to lock in a Reverse Dragon Sleeper - he isn't able to bid a Farewell to Flesh, though, on account of Trevor slips out of his grip, rolls through and around, and gets around behind the Horror King in a flash!

It could be that the Wrestling God was playing dead, or that threatened with a bitter end, he's found a second wind. Whatever the cause, his desperate energy propels him around his opponent and from there, he applies the version of the Million Dollar Dream he calls "Political Aspirations".

And brother, he sinks that sucker in tight and good and fast.


Ranallo: Lee with the choke! Lee with the choke!

Phillips: How the - how did he even -

Graves: Ha! I told ya so, boys! He was just waiting for his opening!


Vinny's fingers scrape and claw at the arms wrapped around his head to no avail. Trevor's eyes bulge out of of his head. He foams from the mouth. You'd think he was the one being suffocated, but nah, that's just the look of a man pushed to the brink who is more than willing to go a mile too far to get the job done now.

Marseglia's resistance comes frantic at first, then in spastic spurts, like a sputtering engine running on fumes, fighting to stay alive. The colour in his face is all wrong. His eyes twitch open and closed. His knees shake like stocks in an corn maze.

Reaching out for the ropes like Carrie grabbing an ankle, Vinny's attempt at escape is disrupted by Trevor twirling him away from safety. The Mayor is screaming at him to give up now - to tap out and admit to the world who the better man is and always has been.

Finally, this conversation that hung over Lee's entire UWF tenure like a storm cloud could be lifted - the one that started when he staked his claim as the greatest Television Champion of all time, which was but one of the Horror King's many crowns. The one that continued when he the Rumble, just as Vinny has years prior. The one that only grew when Trevor, like his rival, claimed the game's top prize in the marquee match of the biggest show of the year.

Its a conversation that the Kentuckian fanned time and time again. Its a conversation that brought Vinny Marseglia back into the fold. Its a conversation that the fans worried fate and circumstance would rob an answer just when it seemed like it might finally be possible. And now, here, at Bad Blood, the bruised and battered Trevor Lee is about to end the conversation of which one is best by choking the very life out of Vinny Marseglia.


Ranallo: Vinny might not tap out, but he's going to pass out any second!

Graves: Shades of his Barbed Wire Massacre match with Shibata here - no denying the grit of Marseglia, but sometimes, no matter how tough you are, you meet your match.


The Referee is right there ready to call this thing off. Cade is hammering the ring apron, excited as a cowboy at the rodeo. Trevor is squeezing like he never has before to bring a conclusion to this and - OH SNAP!

On the verge of passing out, Vinny throws the entirety of his dying weight backwards, sending both him and Lee tumbling through the ropes to the arena floor! The crash landing breaks up the hold, saving him from defeat at the cost of a rough impact. The fans jump out of their seats to get a better look and find neither man quick to get up again.


Graves: Vinny was done! He cheated again!

Ranallo: Hardly, Corey! His body went into survival mode. I think whoever gets up first will have to be the one to end it now - I don't think either man has much left.


The Referee leans over the rope and quickly starts up a ten count, running a tight ship given the past shenanigans of both competitors.



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Lance Cade circles the ring to check on Trevor. Lee is barely conscious, but that's enough for the big guy. He shows some initiative by turning around and clearing off the commentary table with one big swipe, knocking the monitors and papers aside.



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Graves: Whoa! Easy there Cade!

Ranallo: I think we'd best give these guys some space!


The trio at the table clears out at Lance prepares a sacrificial alter of sorts.



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Between counts, the Referee is shouting at Cade, demanding he backs off. All the commotion stirs Lee from his foggy state. He sees Cade telling him to get Vinny to the table. Rather than taking immediate advantage, though, his brow furrows and he tells Lance to back off, insisting he can handle Marseglia on his own.



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Cade at first looks dejected, but then that cultish reverence sets in and his total and utter belief in Lee takes over. He humbly backs off, apologizing for overstepping. Lee doesn't have time to rebuke any more or forgive right now. The Wrestling God groggily gets to his feet and limps over to Vinny to get back to work...



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Lee pulls the Tattooed Maniac off the arena floor and gets him standing. Vinny swats him away with a futile Axe Edge Chop. There still isn't enough air in his body to get much power going. When he tries for another, Trevor whips him around, hooks hands around his hips, and leans back to send him back into the ground with a Cumberland German.



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The effort of the move takes a toll on Lee, too. He needs the help of the ring apron to get himself up again, eyes clouded over after so much head trauma.



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The count of the Official cuts through that mist, though. Sure as the most certain sure, there's a count-out victory to be had. Vinny isn't moving a muscle on the floor. But Trevor ain't about to win like that. Not in a match like this. Not against his ultimate rival. He goes over to collect Marseglia off of the floor and puts forth a tremendous effort to lift him up again...



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With a great heave, Lee shoves the body of Vinny under the bottom rope and then dives in right after it to survive along with him. This garners a big pop from the crowd who are as eager as the men involved to get a definitive conclusion to this encounter.


Graves: Alright, now just hook that leg and end it, Trevor. Get that pin!

Ranallo: I think he still wants to put a stamp on this one, Corey.


Lee doesn't even go for the pin as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He shoots a glance towards the cleared-off announce table, a sort of "what could have been" look on his face for half a second before he commits all his energy and focus into climbing the turnbuckle.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he gets there. The fans are on their feet with him as the Wrestling God stands on the top buckle. Down below, Vinny is lying in wait to be crushed under his feet. The Coup D'état is right there, and what better way to smother the coals?

Except Trevor doesn't come down with that move. Instead, amazingly, he leaps off with enough force and torque to flip midair. Its a Senton Bomb!


Phillips: REDRUM FROM LEE!

Ranallo: He calls it a Holy War, but in this contest of "anything you can do, I can do baaamma MIA!


Mauro finds his catchphrase popping in midsentence to exclaim his shock when Vinny gets his knees up! Trevor's spine crashes into the shin bones of Marseglia, who saves himself from defeat in the knick of time.

Lee rolls away, nursing his back in pain while Vinny rises off the mat like the undead. He doesn't even hit the ropes to build up speed as he sort of staggers and stumbles into a clumsy yet vicious version of the Bow Down, planting Lee's mug into the mat with a Curb Stomp. From there, he lifts Trevor back up in that Reverse Dragon Sleeper, whips around in a circle and then drives him into the ring with a Farewell to Flesh!

The Horror King lands atop the Wrestling God and hooks a leg deep to make that final pin...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
VINNY MARSEGLIA!


The Tattooed Maniac's tune hits the PA and the crowd isn't sure how to respond to that match just yet. From the early dominance to the drama of the ruthless submission attempt, to Lee having the match in the palm of his hand to Vinny stealing right back from the jaws of defeat - perhaps not the bloody encounter they though they might see when these rivals finally met, but a ruthless encounter nevertheless.


Ranallo: Vinny Marseglia has defeated Trevor Lee. So its settled then. The Horror King -

Graves: Settled? What's settled? If Trevor Lee was half the cheater Marseglia is, he'd have won the whole thing! If he decided to use the table, it woulda been over right then in there. Hell, if he'd come off the top with the stomp, we'd be hearing a different song in the speakers right this minute. You run this one back a hundred times, I promise you that the Wrestling God wins the next ninety-nine times!

Phillips: Sounds like a lot of excuses, Corey, whereas Vinny just gave us a result. That's two massive pay-per-view victories for Marseglia in a row now, toppling living legends and former world champions.


Marseglia stands tall in the ring - His Kingdom - while Trevor Lee slowly rolls to outside near the ramp, where Lance Cade is waiting for him. The big man helps Lee to his feet, and then on the way up the ramp. Once again, Lee spurns the assistance, stubbornly insisting he can leave on his own power, even if its on shaky legs. Vinny watches him go, and as though he can feel that gaze burning his back, the Wrestling God turns around to face the victor.

Just like the onset of the contest, there's a bitter stare down before an enraptured crowd. This time, however, Lee manages to crack a smile. But why? He just came up short, didn't he? The sudden temperature drop with the fans gives Vinny a hint, but by the time he checks his six, its too late.

"The Butcher" Andy Williams lays Marseglia out with The Slice!


Ranallo: MAMMA MIA ITS THE BUTCHER! THE BUTCHER IS BACK!

Graves: And he's about to carve up some meat!


The already battered Marseglia is laid to waste by the visceral lariat courtesy Lee's thug. As if that weren't enough, Williams hauls what's left of the man to his feet before turning him inside out with a follow-up shot while the fans boo the roof off of the place.

Security, some agents, a few extra referees and whoever else was on hand rush down to break things up, but Williams' work is done. He exits the ring and brushes past the mob, ignoring them all as joins Mister Trevor Lee and Lance Cade on the ramp. The reunited trifecta departs while victorious Horror King is left for dead in the ring. Bad Blood rolls on!




We head backstage where an unfamiliar face is standing by for the first time in years.



Devin Taylor: Please welcome my guest at this time, Tyler Breeze.

She turns to her side, but instead of Breeze, it's Alexa Bliss who steps up and looks directly at her with a stern authoritative face.

Alexa Bliss: Before we get to that, I'm just here to remind you that you were hired as Tylers personal backstage interviewer, so if you don't work out there's a line of people ready to take over for you. Try not to do anything too stupid, and fall in line, ask any question you want but as soon as you belittle or in any way hint at making my client look bad, you're out of a job. Understood?

Devin just nods her head and Bliss snaps her fingers and leaves off screen, Breeze steps into frame holding his phone.



Devin Taylor: Thank you Mr. Breeze, for your time.

Tyler Breeze: You're welcome. And Please, please, call me...Tyler...Breeze.

Devin Taylor: Of course, Tyler Breeze, tonight you make your long awaited Pay-Per-View return. How has UWF Changed since you were last here?

Tyler Breeze: Well there's multiple 'since I was last here's, but from when it mattered most I can't really say. I'm far too busy paying attention to actual things of importance like, my hair...my outfits...me...so I haven't really been on the lookout to see what has changed around this company. The people around me here changing is the same as the lightbulbs being changed, I don't really care if it happens as long as the big spotlight remains on me. The only change that matters, is a change of UWFs hierarchy. A Change to the face of this company, right now you have barbarians and soulless loser uggos as the headlining marquee match of a pay-per-view. Now can you imagine the success of this entire business if instead of hairy greasy vikings and Seth Rogans cousin we had this gorgeous face on the marquee, this beautiful image on the poster? I'm here as much for the betterment of this business as I am for my own recognition, and people don't seem to appreesh the nobility of my actions. But what can you really do, there's no accounting for Taste, I mean just look at your outfit.

Devin Taylor: Well, ahem, at Rebellion, you had an impromptu match with Bobby Fish where afterwards at your direction, serious injury was perpetrated towards him. Why did you feel it necessary to do that?

As Devin puts the mic to Tyler, his eyes go to one side as if he's totally caught off guard by the question itself before he finally says something.



Tyler Breeze: Sorry, um, what are you referring too?

Devin Taylor: Rebellion, when Omos sent Bobby Fish crashing through a mirror to the outside.

Tyler Breeze: I have no idea what you're talking about, DOmos! What did we do?

From off screen you can hear a booming voice answer, so giant in his stature and speech that its' picked up even off mic.

Omos: The last match you won.

Tyler Breeze: Oh...oooh yeah I remember beating someone a couple days ago that's right, well I mean if he got seriously injured maybe he should find a new line of work. I don't really remember him being all that important anyways, just like I'm sure after tonight I won't remember Kenny Ophelia's name either. When you're life is spent being the most important person at all times, little blips on the radar like these guys don't really take up space in your mind. So did I feel it necessary to take out Robby whatever you said? No, but like I also don't feel it necessary to step on the floor when I walk. It just kinda happens, and people being taken out is just going to happen as I rise to my sparkly, studded, chic throne.

Devin Taylor: With that in mind, Kyle O'Reilly did earn a tag team victory over you, he is the current King of the Ring, he's proven to be one of the more deadlier athletes in this company. What exactly maintains your confidence when facing someone with all these accolades?

Tyler Breeze: What maintains my confidence? Look at me and then look at him. Does he look like this? No, He's not Prince Pretty, he's not the definition of delish, he's absolutely not the most super good looking piece of gorgeousness that you are ever going to see. And people question why I think I'm going to win against him, um hmmm let me think about it. Maybe it's because I'm better looking than every single person in every single room that I've ever walked into in my entire life, Maybe that's why...Or...Maybe it's the fact that every time I step into the ring I get the job done, maybe that's one for you huh Take your pick. Kenny is a man who patterns his life over earning 'respect', just like his uggo friends now and the uggo friends that have left and or turned on him. What they don't realize, is that when you have respect...you will draw the line at how far you are willing to go to win. Me, on the other hand, I don't have that problem. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want, people saw that a couple days ago and tonight I open more eyes towards that fact. And all eyes will be continuously opened until every single one of them are on me, and only me, as I stand atop as your Gorgeous face of UWF. He's going to find out that Tyler Breeze is much more, than just a pretty face.

Devin Taylor: So are you saying you're going after-

Tyler Breeze: Wait, hold on a moment...do you...do you feel that?

Devin just shakes her head in confusion.

Tyler Breeze: Yeah I can feel, that this interview is Done. So shoo away now, I've got some post match after party outfits to look into.

Breeze keeps looking at his phone, his eyebrow raising as he looks into it as Devin just walks away. Bliss reenters with a clipboard and holds it out for Tyler, who doesn't look at it at all keeping his eyes on his phone and simply points at something on it. Bliss marks it and walks off, Breeze does a big sigh as if he just finished an 8 hour shift and he motions with his finger to someone. A random lady comes up and wipes the sweat from his brow, as another woman comes in with Fuji water to hand to him as the scene fades away.






“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 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.


The referee turns to call for the bell, Balor moves as the referee turns he catches Orange Cassidy in a roll up pinfall attempt...

DING! DING! DING!

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Tom Phillips: "Cassidy not letting Balor getting the cheap win right out the gate"

Corey Graves: "It's not cheap if you win, Especially when both titles are on the line!"

Before the bell could have rung Balor had rolled OC into a neat little package but Orange isn't phased as the Mafia leader circles the ring looking to take an easy win. Balor runs full speed at the King of Sloth Style, Balor jumps and connects with the missile dropkick that sends Cassidy back first into the turnbuckle. Finn lifts up Cassidy into a vertical suplex, He falls to his back bringing the knees up as Cassidy is spiked into the knees of the Television Champion...

Corey Graves: "Balor causing some serious brain damage..."

The King of Sloth Style summons his trademark nonchalant swagger, trying to regain his composure. Balor, however, senses the shift in momentum and charges at Cassidy, aiming for a devastating sling blade. With lightning-quick reflexes, Orange sidesteps the attack, sending Balor crashing into the ropes.

Corey Graves: "Balor with a mis-calculation!"

Seizing the moment, Cassidy springs into action. He bounces off the opposite ropes and launches himself at Balor, connecting with a picture-perfect Orange Punch! The impact sends Balor sprawling, and the crowd erupts in anticipation. Sensing victory within his grasp, Cassidy drapes an arm over the downed champion.

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Mauro Ranallo: "Orange PUNCH!"

Cassidy surprises everyone suddenly kicks it into second gear, He propels himself off the ropes and executes a perfect Orange Crush, planting Balor face-first into the canvas. The crowd gasps at the impact, and Cassidy hooks Balor's leg for the pin.

Tom Phillips: "Second Gear for Orange Cassidy!"

Mauro Ranallo: "These two have been going back and fourth during the last few weeks, Cassidy is putting on the moves"

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Balor is stunned but Cassidy still running on second gear, runs to the ropes and on the rebound connects with Balor, and just as he gets to his feet, with a massive clothesline. Balor is taken by surprise, Cassidy decides to say fuck second gear as he goes and skips straight to fourth gear. Cassidy lifts Balor to his feet as he pulls back and connects on the chin with a massive superkick. Cassidy goes for the pin...

Corey Graves: "Cassidy isn't giving Balor a chance!"

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Cassidy is possessed as he places the head of Balor between his legs, He shrugs as he jumps up bringing Balors head around spiking it off the canvas with a Canadian Destroyer. Cassidy gets to his feet as the mafias young boy makes himself present, Dominic gets up onto the apron instead of a distraction Cassidy is already on it with a massive orange punch that sends Dominic crashing to the outside...

Tom Phillips: "Ex Con Dom getting put into his place!"

Balor goes for a cheap shot to the back of the head but it's blocked by Cassidy as Freshly squeezed and plants a boot into the abdomen of Balor. OC sends Balor cross country into the corner, Orange Cassidy jumps connecting with a body splash into the corner, Cassidy is on another level he whips Balor into the ropes, He comes in hot just behind as he wraps his arm around the neck of Balor, who goes down hard to his own sling blade move used against him...

Tom Phillips: "Slingblade by Freshly Squeezed Orange Cassidy!"

Freshly squeezed looks to the top rope, He wants this double title match over, He ascends to the top rope, He looks down as he does a leap of faith, He rotates as he connects onto Balor with a rolling senton from high above. Orange Man hooks the leg of Balor...

Tom Phillips: "Cassidy floating effortlessly with the senton!"


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Corey Graves: "Balor kicks out!"

Orange is on another level as he quickly gets to his feet once more, Cassidy, undeterred by the near falls, shifts his focus back to Balor. He pulls him up with precision and speed, Cassidy executes a series of lightning-quick strikes, keeping Balor on the defensive. Each punch and kick is delivered with a precision that only the King of Sloth Style can muster.

Tom Phillips: "Balor is out of his depth Cassidy showing up with the champions courage, Real recognise real these two have been dominant champions each in their own regard.."

As Cassidy rebounds off the ropes he goes for another Orange Punch, Balor ducks under it and counters with a lightning-quick Pele kick that rocks Cassidy. Cassidy stumbles shell shocked by the sudden kick...

Corey Graves: "Pele kick catching Cassidy off-guard"

Balor connects with a picture-perfect dropkick, sending Cassidy crashing back first into the turnbuckle with a resounding thud. The impact rattles Cassidy, leaving him stunned and vulnerable. Balor drops Cassidy with a sudden and quick DDT, Cassidy sits up dazed, Balor jumps and connects with a double dropkick to the back of Cassidy's head. Balor jumps and plants both boots into the chest of Cassidy with a double foot stomp leaving Cassidy breathless, Balor hooks the legs...

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Tom Phillips: "Cassidy kicking out with some power!"

Balor lifts Cassidy to his feet he lifts him up for Bloody Sunday, but Cassidy is able to get his way out of it, Cassidy whips Balor to the turnbuckles, Cassidy makes his way over before unleashing a chop to the chest, Balor follows up with his on irish whip to the corner where he hits his own chop, Cassidy copies the idea as he launches Balor at the other corner, He hits one chop, two chop and three chop, Balor has had enough as he whips Cassidy to the other side of the ring, He follows up with a chop...

Cassidy goes to block but Balor whips him to the other side where he chops Cassidy once more, Balor decides to flex his superior cardio as he runs and chops once again, This becomes a bit of a game as Cassidy looks to become more fatigued with each go around Balor seems like he could still run circles around OC. Balor goes for a chop but Cassidy reverses with his own chop. Balor though uses his whole body to send Cassidy across the ring with a monkey flip...

Tom Phillips: "Monkey see and monkey do!"

Cassidy crashes hard onto the canvas, Balor seizes the opportunity to regain control of the match. He ascends the turnbuckle with lightning speed, positioning himself for the Coup de Grâce. As he readies himself to leap...

Tom Phillips: "COUP-DE-GRACE!"

But just as Balor launches himself, Cassidy summons his last ounce of strength and rolls out of harm's way, leaving Balor to crash painfully into the mat.


Tom Phillips: "Cassidy evacuating the scene of the crime!"

Seizing the moment, Cassidy springs to his feet and propels himself off the ropes. With remarkable precision, he connects with a devastating Orange Crush, driving Balor even further into the canvas.

Cassidy hooks Balor's leg, the referee slides into position.

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Tom Phillips: "BALOR KICKS OUT I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!"

Cassidy, his face etched with determination, pulls Balor to his feet once again. He locks eyes with the champion, a fire burning within him. With a burst of energy, Cassidy whips Balor into the ropes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As Balor comes hurtling back, Cassidy lunges forward, attempting another Orange Punch.

Tom Phillips: "Cassidy with the ORANGE PUN-"

But Balor, showing his championship pedigree, ducks under the strike and counters with a lightning-fast Sling Blade! Cassidy is sent sprawling across the ring, stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Corey Graves: "Balor with the quick response!"

Balor doesn't waste a moment. He grabs Cassidy and hoists him up, setting him up for the Bloody Sunday. As Balor lifts Cassidy into position, the arena holds its breath, anticipating the devastating move. But Cassidy summons every ounce of resilience he has left. With a burst of energy, he manages to wriggle free from Balor's grasp, landing on his feet behind the champion.

Seizing the opportunity, Cassidy quickly locks Balor in a standing sleeper hold, squeezing with all his might. The crowd erupts, sensing the potential submission victory. Balor, his face turning crimson, is able to break free as he hip tosses Cassidy. Balor picks up Cassidy as he plants him with a Bloody Sunday, Balor hooks a leg...

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Balor, now fueled by the near fall, rises to his feet, his eyes locked onto Cassidy. He knows he needs to dig deep to put an end to this grueling match. With a fierce intensity, Balor signals for the end. He moves Cassidy into the corner once more, positioning him for the Coup de Grâce...

As Balor ascends the turnbuckle, the anticipation in the arena reaches a fever pitch. Balor takes a breath, focuses, and leaps...

But just as he's about to make contact, Cassidy rolls out of the way once again, narrowly avoiding the crushing impact. Balor crashes hard into the canvas, the shock waves reverberating through his body...

Tom Phillips: "Cassidy hasn't been in the crash zone twice and has left Balor with broken knees!"

Dirty Dom gets onto the apron as a sudden appearance from Mami slides the intercontinental title into the ring. Balor stalks Cassidy who stumbles to his feet from the corner, Balor, title in hand, He looks to the referee who is now distracted by Rhea at ringside, Balor turns but Dirty Dom noticed something we all mist...

Dirty Dom enters the ring pushing Balor down causing him to fall to his hands and knees as Orange Cassidy unleashes a mist of Orange juice into the eyes of Mysterio. Dom unleashes his own mist of Orange Juice at the same time blinding Cassidy. Both men are blinded but auto pilot takes over for Cassidy as he plants Mysterio with a Canadian Destroyer...

Tom Phillips: "Both MEN ARE BLINDED!"

Mauro Ranallo: "CANADIAN DESTROYER TO THE WRONG MAN!"

Balor takes advantage of the distraction as he lifts Cassidy up and plants him head first onto his knee. Balor scrambles to the top rope, He jumps he sours through the air before connecting to ground zero with a impactful Coup De Grace. Orange Cassidy feels his soul leave his body as Balor hooks the leg...

Corey Graves: "Balor is going to do it!"


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DING! DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: "HERE IS THE WINNER AND NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! FINN BALOR!"

Balor is shocked for a moment sudden realisation kicks in as both Mami and Dom Dom bring the Television and Intercontinental Titles both under the Mafias roof. Balor holds both titles in his hands as he lifts both titles up in his hands showing them off. Dominic is still removing O.J from his eyes or is he crying we will never know. The Mafia celebrate as Cassidy rolls out of the ring. Cassidy must go back to the drawing board but that doesn't bother Double Champ Finn...






Backstage the cameras pick up on Drew McIntyre watching footage from Rebellion as he prepares for his UWF title defense. As the cameras focuses, it’s clear that he is watching footage from Stokely Hathaway’s appearance on show. As McIntyre turns the TV off with the remote, Hathaway sheepishly walks into frame as McIntyre turns around to face him.



Drew McIntyre: You wanna tell me what the hell that was all about?

Stokely Hathaway: That right there is a shining example of the kind of headaches that we’re having to put up with in this company. That joker ruined a good suit of mines last week, I tried to teach him a lesson, and somehow I still wound up looking like the fool in that situation.

Drew McIntyre: Ya think? I know the wrestling side of things isn’t exactly your forte, but come on Stokely, losing to that? Really?

Stokely Hathaway: Well it’s not like you were around to lend a helping hand, were you?

Drew McIntyre: You’re damn right I wasn’t. I’ve got bigger problems to deal with, as well you know.

Stokely Hathaway: Oh sure, bigger problems like trying to appease these fools that are buying show tickets every week? Don’t think I haven’t noticed your attempts to try and play the fan favorite role lately, Drew…

Drew McIntyre: I’m not trying to play anything. I don’t give a rat’s arse what the crowd think or want. It just so happens that lately I’ve been dealing with somebody that they appear to dislike more than me, which takes some doing I have to say, but I guess it just shows how simple minded they are when they are comparing me to Satan one week for cutting the head off their precious king, and then the next week they are showering me with praise for making a fool out of the resident court jester.

Stokely Hathaway: Be that as it may, it isn’t exactly adhering to the image that we’ve tried to set out from day one.

Drew McIntyre: Oh give it peace. At the end of the day it’s my actions in the ring that tell the story. Always has been and always will be.

McIntyre turns his gaze away from Hathaway and instead directly towards the camera lens in order to say his next words to everybody watching.

Drew McIntyre: Sami Zayn thinks he’s got the edge because he views me as nothing more than a flash in the pan that’s eventually going to fizzle out into nothingness, which I guess is easy to say when you’re the longest serving member of the UWF roster and have seen many others go that way along the road. But in this particular case he has very much misunderstood the gravity of the situation that he finds himself in, because tonight is not the end for Drew McIntyre, nor will it be tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next century, so on and so forth... This run doesn’t end because a small punk with a big mouth wants it to, this run ends when I say that it ends. I am very much the master of my own fate and no amount of bumps in the road are going to change that. Tonight I punish the number one contender to my championship and make him wish that he hadn’t spent weeks wasting his time pushing the wrong buttons…

As McIntyre throws the UWF Championship belt over his shoulder, the camera feed transitions elsewhere to allow the show to continue.




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.




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

Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... the winner of 2023 King of the Ring Tournament, Kyle O'Reilly!

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


DING DING DING


Breeze is still lying on the ropes when Kyle rushes him and hits a Flying Knee right to his exposed side! The phone flops onto the floor and Tyler along with it as the crowd goes crazy. Breeze picks himself up and holds onto his side while limping over to the barricade. O'Reilly runs to the ropes to build some momentum and comes flying out with a Suicide Dive onto Breeze! Bayley is hyping the crowd up but there's no need as they are fully on his side. Kyle picks up Tyler and throws him into the ring and slides in after him. Prince Pretty isn't looking too good...metaphorically of course. He crawls over to the corner and uses the ropes to help him up. The Diabetic Dragon is eagerly waiting his the corner to strike and when breeze turns around, he's met with a Harpoon Torpedo Knee! The crowd is in a frenzy as he hooks both legs for a deep cover!



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Mauro Ranallo: And just like that, this match almost came a close!

Corey Graves: This isn't fair. Breeze wasn't ready for that blatant assault.

Tom Phillips: The bell rang and he had his eyes off of his opponent.

Corey Graves: If you had the option of looking as good as Tyler Breeze does, you'd rather look at yourself too rather than that uggo Kyle O'Reilly.


Kyle stands up and pulls out the dragon dagger, looking to end things right away. The crowd sings along with the tune as Breeze slowly rises. Kyle gets him in the Full nelson from behind and pops his hips but Breeze flips over and lands on his feet. O'Reilly pops back up but eats a Leaping Enziguri! The King of the Ring winner stumbles over to the corner where Breeze hits a Running Dropkick in the corner. Tyler ends up landing on his side and grabs at his kidneys again. Kyle falls to his knees and Breeze takes his arm and wraps it around his neck before flipping him over onto his own knees for the Haute Couture! He pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin.



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Corey Graves: Look at the heart of Breeze, willing to fight on despite an injury.

Mauro Ranallo: If there's one thing I had to call attention to for Tyler Breeze, I think Heart would be at the bottom of the list.

Tom Phillips: I'd say vain, egotistical, narcissistic, conceited, self absorbed.

Corey Graves: No I said Breeze not Bayley.


The Human Swiss Army Knife grabs Breeze by his beautiful head of hair and pulls him up. He rubs his thumbs across his throat which can only mean certain death for the model. He picks him up in the air, perhaps a Brainbuster but we'll never knows as Breeze brings down a knees to the top of his head and lands behind him. He shoves Kyle forward and he runs to the ropes, coming off them as Breeze goes for the Supermodel Kick! Kyle however is able to stop dead in his tracks and catches Tyler's foot. The Gorgeous One tries to reason with him and Kyle actually seems to be a bit receptive. That is until he quickly twists his leg and sends Breeze face down into the mat with the Ankle Lock!


Corey Graves: No! He needs that ankle to walk the runway!

Tom Phillips: More like to run away judging by his last match...


Tyler is scrambling towards the ropes as best he can but Kyle is able to keep him firmly in the middle of the ring. Alexa gets on the apron to try and get the ref's attention but Bayley comes running over to pull her down. The two start jacking jaws and Bliss' plan works as the ref is focused on those two and doesn't see Omos get onto the apron from the other side of the ring. Kyle breaks the hold and bum rushes Omos but the Giant grabs onto his throat with one hand. Kyle looks cared but then remembers oh yeah, i'll just rip this dude's arm off. He flips upside down and hangs onto Omos' arm in an Armbar. Breeze hobbles up and gives Kyle a Supermodel Kick while he's hanging upside down! He falls head first and Breeze drags him away from the ropes. Omos gets down and holds his arm while Breeze yells at the ref to come make the pin.



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Corey Graves: Kyle will do whatever it takes to win this match and that includes taking the low road and attacking an injury to gain an advantage.

Tom Phillips: Did you not see Omos get involved to help Breeze?

Corey Graves: I saw a friend get on the apron and give his pal words of encouragement. It's not Tyler's fault Kyle got distracted and tried to attack his friend.


Kyle brings Breeze back up to a vertical base and places him in the Bramble Scramble! He yells at Breeze to give up but he won't. Kyle starts making matters much worse for him by bringing down elbows onto his side. While this does a lot of damage, it also causes Breeze's body to go limp and he kind of just slumps out of the hold. Kyle follows that up by mounting him and proceeds to deal Palm Strikes to the face. Alexa is screaming in horror not to hurt his face while Kyle is smiling. The ref counts to 4 and has to pull him off of breeze who may no longer be the King of Cuteville.


Mauro Ranallo: And it looks like Tyler may need to find a new look after his face just got rearranged!

Tom Phillips: He probably won't because it's all the same look!


Kyle lets out a guttural yell and the crowd is fully on his side. Tyler crawls over to the corner and rests against the turnbuckles. Kyle slaps his knee and then runs right at him, looking to ram his face in. Breeze moves out of the way just in time and the King of the Ring slams his knee into the turnbuckle! He limps away and Breeze pulls himself up. Kyle turns around and eats a Dropkick to the gut. He falls to his knee and Breeze grabs his head and then runs to the corner to give him a much needed Face Lift! Kyle's head is rammed into the turnbuckle and he falls back onto the mat. Breeze climbs to the top rope and waits as O'Reilly is getting to his feet. Once he's up, Prince Pretty leaps off with a Missile Dropkick but nobody's home as Kyle moves out of the way! Breeze lands hard on the mat and Kyle grabs his legs and places him in the Lion Tamer!


Mauro Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly is just looking to break down every part of Tyler breeze's body.

Corey Graves: He'a jealous. He knows he can never look that good so he's doing the only thing he can do. Try to ruin his temple.

Tom Phillips: Or you know... trying to win the match.

Corey Graves: You can't seriously believe he can beat Breeze.


Breeze is once again scrambling towards the ropes but this time Kyle is only able to keep the hold on for a little while as his knee gives out from the earlier turnbuckle collision. Breeze crawls to the ropes to pick himself up as does Kyle. O'Reilly sees him and runs over with a Flying Knee. Breeze looks rocked and Kyle grabs him at his side for the Insulin Injection but Breeze actually headbutts him! This stuns him long enough for Breeze to grab his arm and spin him into the Double Turn Neckbreaker!


Corey Graves: Here he goes! He's about to be 2-0 against the nWo!

Mauro Ranallo: Didn't you used to love them?

Corey Graves: Kyle taints everything he touches.

Tom Phillips: Yeah they're no Cartel.

Corey Graves: Fuck The Cartel!



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Mauro Ranallo: Good grief what a sickening thud Kyle's head just made.

Corey Graves: Considering how empty that head is I think it can only improve his quality of life.


Breeze pulls him back up once more but Kyle grabs onto his arm and attempts the Snake Bite. Tyler however is wearing arm guards so it doesn't do anything and Breeze goes to just knee him in the face. Kyle catches his knee though and stands up, pulling him for an Insulin Injection! Breeze grabs the back of his head and tries to crawl to the ropes but Kyle stays on him, picking him up and kicking off the ropes for the Tornado DDT into the Brainbuster to complete the Halo 2! He makes the cover!



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Mauro Ranallo: Prince Pretty now lies in wait and it may be time for the Prince to dethrone the King!

Corey Graves: I'm all for regicide.


Kyle gets up and turns around and Breeze goes for the Beauty Shot! Kyle ducks it but Breeze only pretended like he was going for it. Kyle stands back up and instead eats a Leaping Knee that knocks him back through the ropes onto the apron. He manages to hang onto the ropes and pulls himself up only for the Definition of Delish to run past him and springboard off the ropes, turning in mid air for the Triangle Dropkick! Kyle falls to the floor and Breeze exits onto the apron and measures Kyle as he's getting up. He runs across the apron and hits the Runway Kick to the chest of O'Reilly's except Kyle ends up catching the leg. He then throws it forward and the momentum swings Breeze so that he face plants on the apron! Kyle pulls him out of the ring enough to hold him in place for a DDT to the floor!


Corey Graves: What does this mad man think he's doing? He could end the modeling career of the world's greatest model!

Tom Phillips: Well maybe he should just go back to modeling then.

Corey Graves: How classist of you Phillips. I remember the good ol' days when lots of people had second jobs like The Mountie, IRS or the Repo Man.

Mauro Ranallo: Those were the good old days?


O'Reilly picks up Tyler's limp body and rolls him back into the ring. Breeze doesn't move but Kyle is out for blood. He manages to hoist him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry before he takes him down with the Dynamite Plunger!


Mauro Ranallo: Whale Breach Zero: Code of the Deep ~ Drink The Ocean, Kill the-


By the time Mauro started that sentence, Kyle both pinned Breeze and Tyler kicked out at 2. He goes to pick up Breeze but Bliss gets on the apron once more. The ref tells her to get down but Bayley has seen enough. She runs over and yanks Alexa off the ring apron and starts to attack her! Omos comes lumbering over though and grabs Bayley by the waist and picks her up off of Bliss. She swearing and flailing around while the ref is trying to gain control but as this is going on, Breeze hits Kyle with a blatant Low Blow! Kyle falls to his knees and Breeze grabs his head and just shoves him back to the mat. He then takes his leg and flips him over into the Single Leg Boston Crab.


Mauro Ranallo: An ode to his trainer Lance Storm.

Corey Graves: I think it's more just a really effective move. Breeze is smart and he's learned from the best.

Tom Phillips: Well Kyle is a master of submissions so if there's anyone who can get out of this-

Corey Graves: Don't mistake knowing how to do a lot of holds with being a master. This could very well be the only submission in Breeze's arsenal so I bet he's mastered it more than any submission Kyle can do.


The situation on the outside has been resolved for now as Bayley runs to where Kyle can see her and is trying to cheer him on to make it to the ropes. Kyle picks himself up enough and starts crawling hand over fists, moving breeze along with him until he finally reaches the ropes, though Breeze makes sure to make full use of the five count. The Diabetic Dragon pulls himself up and Breeze runs at him only for Kyle to go low with a Dropkick to the knee that makes Breeze hang himself on the middle rope. Breeze gets out of them quickly but his choking. Kyle spins him around kicks him in the gut to hook both arms in for a Butterfly Suplex. You know he ain't just gonna do one as he rotates back up and goes for the trifecta known as the Stampede of the Butterflies! He makes the pin!



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Corey Graves: Someone needs to get this wild woman under control!

Mauro Ranallo: Can you blame her, Alexa and Omos have been consistently getting involved in this match.

Corey Graves: She's just mad she's too dumb to think of a way to help her step brother.


Meanwhile, Kyle turning back to face Breeze who springboards into the ring with a Dropkick! Kyle stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off them, coming back with a big Clothesline as soon as Breeze gets up! Both men look up at each other and begin to seethe. They force themselves up and begin slugging it out. On the outside Omos can't quite get Bayley off his back and the ref has to go and actually help. Kyle is winning the exchange in the ring but one Leaping Knee catches him off guard and he stumbles backwards into the ropes. Alexa reaches up and grabs Kyle from behind and digs her nails into his eyes! She jumps down and essentially slingshots him forward using the ropes right into a Supermodel Kick! Kyle doesn't go down though, instead on jell-o legs until Breeze follows that up with the Beauty Shot! He yells at the ref who still can't gain control of what's going on outside but sees a pin is being made so he rushes in to make the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tyler Breeze!




Corey Graves: Yes! After all the adversity, Prince Pretty comes up with the win!

Tom Phillips: Adversity? He cheated! Like a lot!

Corey Graves: When you're as talented as Tyler Breeze, he is the cheat code.


Bayley jumps off of Omos and runs inside the ring to tend to her step bro. Alexa and Omos come into the ring and celebrate with Tyler while Bayley looks on with fire in her eyes as the show moves on.




We open up in a smoky ring, there are bright lights surrounding it. This feels almost like a dream, but there sitting in the corner is a familiar face.



There is no sound for a moment as you take in the sight of the newcomer and then a familiar voice comes from out of nowhere, calmly…but the tone also strikes to your bone.

Bryan Danielson (VOICE OVER): There are names that ring in the air; Bob Backland, Bret Hart, William Regal, Dean Malenko, Chris Benoit, Kurt Angle. These names of men who are notorious for what they do.



Bryan Danielson (VOICE OVER): They pick their opponents apart, piece by piece. Limb by Limb and leave them different than before the bell rang. These men have always stood out among their generation, a part of their soul loving to hear the screams of agony from other men. To be the best technical wrestler is to enjoy the sound of tearing ligaments and bone. To sleep better knowing someone’s career might be shortened just by getting into the ring with you. This generation needs their Hitman, their Crippler, their Man of a Thousand Holds….their Wrestling Machine.



Bryan Danielson (VOICE OVER): That man is coming to the UWF. That man has seen all he needs to see and is ready to rip through those in his way. It is time for wrestling to be brought back to professional wrestling, it’s time to bring the pain. It’s time for Wheeler Yuta to take his place at the top of the mountain.






We cut the feed to two now familiar police officers, Detective Parker and Officer Jones as they cautiously enter a familiar abandoned warehouse. Their flashlights pierce the darkness, revealing the remnants of Leytons transient dwelling. The air is tense, in a hushed whisper Jones says to the detective...

Officer Jones: "This place gives me the creeps, Detective."

Detective Parker: "Keep your guard up, Jones. We need to find any trace of Buzzard."

Parker gives a nod of agreement as the two sweep the area, their steps echoing in the cavernous space. Suddenly, Officer Jones seemingly finds an envelope resting on a makeshift table. Its front bears the words "For Trevor Lees Eyes only".

Officer Jones: "Look at this, Detective."

Parker strides over and examines the envelope, his expression growing serious. He carefully opens it, revealing a letter inside. As he reads, his brow furrows in confusion.

Detective Parker: "This... this is a cipher of some sorts."

'Svool low uirvmw zmw ulv R dlfow olev gl tvg xolhfiv yfg wlxgli blf orvw'

Officer Jones: "A cipher? What could it mean?"

Detective Parker: "It's a message, but it's been encoded. We'll need to decipher it to find out what it says."

They exchange a understanding look at each other at the sheer absurdity. The cipher may hold a key to understanding Leyton's motivations and the extent of his delusions.

Detective Parker: "Seems like Buzzard isn't here at the moment I want men stationed here in case of any movement, He may be back..."

Camera pans out, capturing the detectives in the dimly lit warehouse. The officer and detective filled with a sense of urgency...



DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UWF Championship! Introducing first…



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.



Tony Chimel: And the opponent…



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

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



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

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Sami struts up to McIntyre and the two have a bit of a staredown before Sami slaps Drew across the face as impactfully and disrespectfully as he can muster. Drew’s head rocks to the side with the impact of the slap, causing the shit eating grin on Sami’s face to widen, until the UWF Champion’s head snaps back to looking forward, the daggers Drew’s staring through the Forever Champion enough to make Sami’s grin melt away. McIntyre seizes the throat of Zayn with his right hand, goozling him but holding him there, squeezing tight as Zayn is trying desperately to pry Drew’s fingers loose.

Corey Graves: Somebody stop this monster before he pops Sami’s Adam’s apple!

Tom Phillips: I hope the fans in the front row brought ponchos.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, that’s a gross visual.

Drew pushes, releasing his hold as Sami is launched into the ropes behind him. Sami outstretches his arms, one to each side, as he catches himself on the top rope but unfortunately for him it’s just as McIntyre is charging him as Zayn gets blasted with the champion’s boot to the face as he rocks with the impact, the ropes getting twisted as Sami’s arms are now bound in them as Drew takes a side stance before him and winds back his arm, connecting with a Knife Edge Chop to the upper body, then continues to light into his opponent’s body with repeated strikes like this.

Tom Phillips: Sami’s upper body is about to be as red as his hair!

Corey Graves: Only you would make a joke at a time like this! Sami’s suffering right now, Phillips!

Mauro Ranallo: Weeks of animosity being unleashed right now!

Drew winds back as far as he can now and unleashes one more chop, Sami crying out in agony that’s uncomfortable even to the ears of those that want to see him suffer. McIntyre grabs a fistful of Zayn’s hair now and, in one quick motion, pulls Sami from the ropes and throws him to the mat. Drew stalks his prey as Sami is crawling away desperately, then Drew reaches down with his right arm just as Zayn rolls onto his back and brings his leg in as he does, straightening it out once he’s on his back and hitting McIntyre as he’s coming down square in the face like it was spring loaded. Drew staggers back into the ropes, catching himself with one arm as Sami kips up. McIntyre goes for a Clothesline but Zayn ducks underneath the arm and delivers a Pele’ Kick, sending Drew forward into the opposite ropes as he outstretches his arms in front of him and stops himself on them. As he does, Zayn comes running up and delivers a Running Knee to the kidneys, then turns a flinching McIntyre around and plants him with a DDT.

Corey Graves: Yeah! Ride that momentum!

Tom Phillips: Sami Zayn needs to in order to stand a chance at winning the championship!

Mauro Ranallo: I’m just surprised he’s fighting fair.

Corey Graves: Shut up, Mauro!

Sami rolls Drew over cockily and goes for the cover.

ONE!

Drew kicks out and Sami can’t believe it as he creates some distance between them and starts sizing the UWF Champion up for a Helluva Kick. Sami goes after Drew with the attempt as he gets up but Drew reverses and hoists Sami up into the air, delivering a Buckle Bomb as Zayn hits and comes staggering near drunkenly towards the champ as Drew takes him to the mat with a Short-Arm Clothesline then follows up by bringing his arms together above his head and connecting with a Falling Double Axe Handle. McIntyre hooks the leg as he goes for the cover.

ONE!

Just as defiantly as his opposition, Sami kicks out as Drew creates some distance between them. Sami gets to a vertical base and dares the bigger man to attack as Drew obliges, charging Zayn but Zayn sidesteps and uses Drew’s momentum against him with a Drop Toe Hold, then rolls him over and hooks the leg.

ONE!

Drew pushes Sami up off of him with both hands, then throws him to the mat beside him before sitting up and climbing back to a vertical base. Sami gets up to a vertical base as well as both men charge at each other, connecting with a Clothesline simultaneously as both men are now on their respective backs. McIntyre and Zayn each kip up near at the same time but as they do, Sami connects with a Helluva Kick as he scrambles into the cover again.

ONE!


T…NO!

Corey Graves: Almost two! Come on, Sami! Stay on him!

Tom Phillips: I’d like to take this opportunity to remind my colleague that we’re supposed to be neutral and unbiased commentators.

Mauro Ranallo: Ordinarily I’d have your back on that one, Tom, but if this was WARHORSE’S match, you’d be just as biased.

Sami charges at Drew as Drew gets his foot up and kicks him in the stomach, stopping him dead in his tracks in a hunched over position as McIntyre grabs him and hoists him up Gutwrench-style before holding him under the arms, falling forward and delivering a Cross Buckle Bomb. Zayn hits the turnbuckle hard and finds himself slumped down in a seated position at the bottom of it as the big man charges and leaps up, bringing both legs together as he hits Sami directly in the chest with both feet. As Drew gets up and pivots around so that he’s facing his opponent again, Zayn is on his side holding his chest with his left hand and gripping the bottom rope with his right.

Drew kicks Sami in the head as he falls flat on his back, then grabs him by the ankles and drags him away from the ropes. Drew reaches down and goes to grab Sami but Sami grabs him and manages to roll through and roll him up in a pin attempt.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Drew kicks out of the predicament with authority as the two men separate, then go back towards each other as they lock up collar and elbow style, each man pushing to gain ground over their opponent.

Corey Graves: He got two that time! Keep it up and it’ll be three, Sami!

Tom Phillips: You’re insufferable.

Mauro Ranallo: Once again the pot calling the kettle black, Tom.

At this moment, both men break up the tie-up as Drew blasts Sami with a hard right to the face. Zayn goes to fire back but stops short of connecting, then delivers a thumb to the eye using his other hand. As Drew holds his eye, Sami delivers a Savate Kick to the body, causing the champ to hunch over again as Sami puts Drew’s head between his legs and floats over, landing with Drew in a folded up pinning predicament.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Drew kicks out and gets to his feet, looking to take Sami’s head off with a Lariat but Sami reverses into an Arm Drag, putting the big man on the mat as Sami then does a Standing Senton, hooking the leg after landing.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Drew gets the shoulder up and then pushes Sami off of him. Sami rolls and gets to his feet as he and Drew run at each other, Drew hitting Sami in the chest with his shoulder as Sami gets launched into the ropes, Drew grabbing Sami as he comes off them and pivoting as he slaps on a Sleeper Hold but Zayn slips downward out of it and throws himself onto his back, then kicks his legs backward, looking to hit McIntyre in the abdomen but McIntyre grabs him around the waist, avoiding the kick, as he hoists him up and brings him down, looking to drop Zayn on his face but Zayn manages to roll through, clipping Drew’s face as he does, and land on his feet as he springs backward off the mat and throws his arm backward, catching McIntyre in the mouth with the point of his elbow. Sami now spins around so that he’s facing Drew and grabs the back of his head with both hands, falling onto his own knees as Drew is launched backward into the ropes, Sami popping up quickly and delivering a Clothesline over the top rope as both men now find themselves on the outside floor.

Tom Phillips: What a sequence of events! I’m admittedly a bit dizzy from following it.

Mauro Ranallo: Right you are, Tom. And Sami needs to get this back in the ring because the title doesn’t change hands on a countout.

Corey Graves: It’s not often I agree with you, Mauro, but you’re making a lot of good points tonight.

As both men get to their feet, Sami blasts Drew in the nose with his forearm, then grabs the back of his head and drives his face into the top of the ringside barricade as the referee begins his count.

ONE!

Sami goes to repeat this but Drew gets his hand down to grip the barricade and stops it from happening.

TWO!

Drew smacks Sami in the chest, causing him to release the hold he has on Drew’s head.

THREE!

The UWF Champion connects with a Glasgow Kiss, then does a Biel Throw on Sami into the crowd, fans moving so that he crashes into a pile of chairs.

FOUR!

Drew slides into the ring and stands up as Sami is getting to his feet.

FIVE!

Sami scrambles for the barricade and climbs over it before falling to the floor.

SIX!

Sami gets up and slides into the ring as Drew starts stomping on his upper back. After a few stomps, Drew grabs Sami and hooks his head as well as both of his arms as he connects with the Futureshock DDT. As impact is made, McIntyre keeps everything hooked as he stands back up and delivers another Futureshock DDT. Drew lets go of Zayn this time as he dusts his hands together and gets up to a vertical base, walking over to the corner diagonal from Sami and sizing him up for the kill.

Tom Phillips: Sami’s endured a lot of punishment so far but Drew’s looking to end this one.

Mauro Ranallo: Things certainly look bleak for our Forever Champion.

Corey Graves: Would you two quit eulogizing a man that still lives and breathes and, therefore, still has a fighting chance? What’s wrong with you?

As Sami gets up and dizzily turns around, Drew barrels toward him and it looks to all be over but the crying, but then someone slides into the ring and pushes Zayn out of harm’s way, taking the Claymore themselves!

Corey Graves: That’s El Generico! El Generico diving on the metaphorical grenade here! What a true friend!

Tom Phillips: Sami better take that man to Applebee’s after this or something.

Mauro Ranallo: On a date night?

Corey & Tom: Shut up, Mauro!

As Drew looks down at Generico, shocked by what he’s seeing, Sami takes advantage of the distraction and blasts him with a Helluva Kick! Sami rolls Drew up as tightly as he can roll him and even pulls on the tights.

ONE!


TWO!


NO!

Drew kicks out right before the referee begins to say three, albeit not with as much gusto as earlier in the match. As Zayn gets up and creates some distance, he’s looking worn as well. McIntyre gets to his feet and slaps himself a few times before letting out a scream as he looks fired up. Sami does the same thing, albeit less fiercely, as both men now look ready for more.

Corey Graves: It’s second wind time, boys!

McIntyre goes for a Pump Kick but Sami does a Matrix-style dodge and when he straightens back up to a vertical base, goes for a Spinning Backfist but Drew catches his arm and sweeps the leg, putting Sami on his back as he looks to follow up with an Elbow Drop but the Forever Champion moves, leaving the Scotsman to hit nothing but mat. As McIntyre comes up holding his elbow, Sami goes for a kick, but Drew grabs it and holds it under his other arm, forcing Sami to leap and turn himself as he kicks Drew in the side of the head with the other leg. Zayn is back to a vertical base as he leaps, hooking the head of his opponent but Drew catches him at the height of the leap and dumps him up and over onto his head except Zayn grabs the ankles of his opponent and manages to roll through into a pin.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

As Drew rolls onto his feet, he blasts Sami in the mouth with his knee, knocking him back onto his back as he lies there in a daze. McIntyre climbs into the mount now and palms Sami’s face with one hand as he starts dribbling his head against the mat like it’s a basketball.

Corey Graves: This is just sickening! How does Drew know about basketball anyway? They don’t have it in Scotland!

Tom Phillips: Well, actually…

Corey Graves: I don’t want to hear what your dumbass Google search brought up, Phillips! And I don’t want to hear from the peanut gallery of useless knowledge either so keep your mouth shut, Mauro!

After dribbling Sami’s head for an uncomfortable amount of time, Drew lets go of Sami’s head and face and stands up, grabbing the wrists of his opponent and pulling him upward just to put a boot on his face and push down as he’s pulling in the opposite direction on Sami’s arms. Some fans are mortified by what they’re seeing the Forever Champion endure while others start up a, “You deserve it!” chant. This causes Corey Graves to rise from his seat.

Corey Graves: He absolutely does NOT! Stop being so bloodthirsty, you animals!

Tom Phillips: Sit down, Corey. You’re making more of an ass of yourself than usual.

Mauro Ranallo: Agreed.

After repeating the stomping/pulling combination a few more times, Drew again lets go of his hold on Sami, this time going to the nearest corner again and sizing Zayn up. El Generico climbs onto the apron now but is reprimanded by the referee as the two of them start arguing. While this is going on, La Luchadora appears from under the ring and slides Sami the Forever Championship. McIntyre sees all the commotion and gets angry, running over and punching Generico off the apron but doesn’t see the other hijinks go down as Sami blasts him in the back of the head with the title before discarding it quickly as he rolls Drew up.

ONE!


TWO!


THRE…NO!

Drew kicks out at the last possible millisecond as Sami and the others can’t believe it. Zayn creates some distance as he actually starts stomping the mat, then walks over to the corner and starts striking the turnbuckle padding before then shaking the ropes.

Tom Phillips: Oh come on! Are we actually seeing a grown man, live on pay-per-view, throwing a temper tantrum?

Mauro Ranallo: It certainly seems that way, Tom.

Corey Graves: It certainly seems like you two can eat a dick! Sami’s right to be upset, he had the UWF Championship won just now!

Tom Phillips: He blatantly used a foreign object! You’re going to defend that?

Corey Graves: I can defend my argument better than Drew’s defending his belt thus far, I know that much!

Sami looks at Drew now with a seething rage as he stomps towards him and brings him up to a vertical base, then whips him into the nearest corner. Sami charges and goes for a shoulder to the abdomen but McIntyre moves and Sami hits nothing but buckle. As he lingers there for a moment, Drew grabs him and pulls him towards him before exploding with a forceful Belly-to-Back Suplex. Zayn hits the mat and rolls onto his feet, straightening up but as he does, McIntyre nearly takes his head off with a Lariat. As Sami is folded up, Drew grabs him and hoists him upward as high as he can before pivoting and delivering another Buckle Bomb. Zayn comes staggering out of the corner as McIntyre connects with a Glasgow Kiss as Sami goes down and Drew covers him.

ONE!

NO!

La Luchadora and El Generico both dive on McIntyre to knock him out of the pin. They each get up and start putting the boots to him but he starts getting up despite this. As Drew gets to his feet, he delivers a Glasgow Kiss to Generico, then one to La Luchadora, before he tosses them both out of the ring. McIntyre walks over to Sami now and slaps on the Iron Maiden.

Corey Graves: NO! NO! Break out of it, Sami! Break out!

Tom Phillips: I’m afraid Sami’s only way out of this just got tossed ringside, Corey.

Mauro Ranallo: I think you’re right, Tom.

Sami has no choice as he starts tapping out.

DING DING DING!

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



As Drew celebrates his win and successfully secures the retain, one thing is for certain and that’s that it’s going to take a lot to end his reign.


END OF SHOW


Credits

WARHORSE vs Knight - AndyDNU
Marseglia vs Lee - Fauche
Zayn vs McIntyre - Dresden
Viking Rules, Balor vs Cassidy - Jye
Hayter vs Rude, Stark vs Reigns, Breeze vs O'Reilly - Danny

[Cwalker]

Wonderful read. A lot of great promos. O’Reilly’s and Breeze’s stood out for me.

The matches were top notch as well. Vinny and Trevor probably being my favorite. While the main event wasn’t really in question, it was extremely enjoyable.

I’m sure there will be a lot of new stories coming out of this show; as well as some continuing. Let’s see what the future holds

[Chase]

Very happy to pick up another big win on a PPV. Bummer Gunn couldn't feud but thank you for the good match Danny. I was trying to get a Roman promo in but didn't have time to sit one and bust one out.

Nice win for Finn Balor becoming a double champ is so hard to do in efedding. Especially with one character. Normally you want to keep a balance of where the character is at but hey if the guy earned it he definitely earned it.

Loved the Main Event, and Vinny vs Trevor both matches were written really well. Good on Dresden and Fauche for writing some enjoyable matches.

Rey's Breeze, and Fauche's short Kyle promo were my two favorite promos of the night.

Let's keep rolling UWF.

[AndyDNU]

Such a fun show to read through. Nice to kick things off with the Viking Rules contest and I think Jye channeled the aspects one would hope for from this sort of thing very well.

A shame we’re losing Gunn for a bit but looking forward to welcoming him back in future. Reigns looking good though and great to see Chase still bringing the goods.

Been a while since I wrote a match that wasn’t a Rebellion write off piece so apologies for any rustiness in certain areas. Enjoyed putting it all together though and happy to have contributed on that side of things. Adonis coming in to join forces with Knight has some great potential for sure.

Shame Hayter couldn’t show but glad to see from D’cord it was just technical issues and they are still sticking around. Rude still keeping that hot momentum going and now back of the road to another potential IC title reign.

Lee vs Vinny was quality and proof that Fauche really seems to be in his element when he’s writing for the latter. Another ending with shenanigans means this one likely ain’t done and I’m all for it.

Never thought I’d say the day where we get a double champ in UWF but here we are. Big win for Willy who continues to do interesting things with Finn and The Mafia. The group influence in this one leads me to believe that O.C. may have some unfinished business to chase up over the coming weeks.

Arguably the toughest one to call on the thread front next but a quality match between Breeze & O’Reilly. Loved the promos beforehand and some great action conveyed in the bout. O’Reilly can hopefully bounce back in a big way but it’s still a good result for Prince Pretty.

Enjoyed reading the main event and thank you Dres for putting it together. Enjoyed the feud with Danny with the highlight being the celebration party segment on the last Revolution as that was a lot of fun to put together. Pleased to retain but also looking forward to seeing what Sami does now.

Hopefully the coming Revolutions will keep bringing the goods on the match and promo front as a few weeks ago things were really cooking on the latter part with everybody delivering some top quality work. As Chase said, let’s keep it rolling.

[Fauche]

I already wrote a buncha stuff about the show in that predictions thread and if some day we do a lil podcast about it all I'll probably say even more stuff then so just a couple things rn

Big ol congrats to the new champs / medallers in Willy and Chewie. We've had dual UWF / IC Champ before, but I don't think we've had us a dual IC / TV Champ so that's just great. Crann had a rock solid run with that gold, where that OC gonna go next? Real glad Jamie is still with us. That Rude promo was top notch. Mans gonna be a tough nut to crack.

We got us a Chris Masters for the first time since like 2016 this is big news. Even with the different last name. Heels gotta have heaters if you wanna make it to the big times. Good move by Cwalker. Dangerous Knights Crew. Nice win for George regardless.

I was late as heck getting my match in supes sorry for holding things up but that's Canadian Thanksgiving for ya. Kinda rushed through it and it wasn't the all out war I was figuring on writing but seems like this thing ain't done so maybe chapter two gets more blood idk.

Big thanks to Danny for writing a banger match for Breeze / O'Reilly. Just the perfect kinda finish for the on-going step sibling saga and the perfect kinda result given how gosh dang good Rey's Breyze is. Its unreal. Loved seeing a rare Whale Breach make it into the mix.

ALL GIF PROMO. That's called trendsetting. Glad Xander is back. Big pivot from MJF to a Danielson-backed Yuta, looking forward to seeing what that's all about.

I cracked that friggin cypher first thing this morning I ain't gonna spoil it but ask Jye if you don't believe me I swear to gosh its true.

Still don't even know what exactly the Iron Maiden is but that's another big ol win for Drew regardless. Who is even next for this guy? Reigns? OC? TMC? Balor coming for more belts? Warhorse cashing in? A cool Breeze blowing through town? Who's to say? Anyway, Andy is an unstoppable monster so whoever's got next gonna have to step up to keep up and that's just great for business.

There ain't no good reason on Gord's green earth why Danny should be writing three matches for a ppv when we got so many creative writers around here. Shout out to Jye for double dipping. Obvs not everyone can write a match every week, and maybe you (yes YOU) can't write a match even that often but shoot maybe we gotta try some more to make it so one dude isn't doing all the heavy lifting all the time.

[Dres]

Really enjoyed this show. The Viking Rules match was very creative and played out like I imagined it would and then some. L…A….Knight bringing in Chris Adonis is cool, I think Chris Adonis will have some entertaining run-ins with Tyler Breeze and Rick Rude. Congrats to the winners, especially Willy Two Belts. Thanks to Danny for letting me write the main event, I wrote most of it during my downtime at work so that and the length made it a nice challenge and I’m glad to see it’s been well received. Looking forward to what’s next for the UWF!

[Jye]

BAD BLOOD 2023 REVIEW BY Jye™

Viking Rules- My thoughts.

I wrote this match with the idea of "upgrading" the existing Viking Rules match while keeping a certain charm and not making it yet another no DQ match like WWE has made it become. I really loved giving majority of the offense in this match to Sam's character. I felt that Reed should feel like a "Deicide" essentially that The Mighty was going up against the Collossus and it was something to overcome and not endure. So I gave a few cheap no sells to start the match to set the tone that this match isn't about the damage inflicted from every move but to feel like it was a real challenge to get Reed down. I liked adding near the end with Waller coming back in to even stack odds further against Caleb. I also had the idea that Grayson has avoided being attacked/hurt throughout this feud taking shots behind the massive frame of Reed, So I feel Caleb hitting the Valhammer that he was going to hit on Rebellion during the match tied off that really well.

Shout out to Sam for this feud and giving me the reins to take it in a direction I wanted to.  For those of you who think Reed is done you may need to think again!

WARHORSE IS RIGHT!-

George taking the time to remind us in this interview with Renee that WARHORSE has the briefcase and is on the outside waiting for his  moment. I really enjoyed this read, while I do agree I don't respect George Warhorse.

Blink and you'll miss Marseglia-

Not again not since Batista, This short promo had a proclaimation that the match against Lee is only the start, I really do love these concise and to the point promos Dres has become a master at. He began doing it with Tista but he seriously improves with his efficiency of words, like a true wordsmith.

Reigns Wins lol-

Sucks to see Gunn take a sabbatical but the guy has promised he will be back, Congrats on the win Chase and I really want to give my first thanks to Danny, He pulled three different matches out of his magicians hat and I respect the hell out of it. Danny adding in the line about gold is that what's next for Chase, We'll have to wait and see.

Rude Orders-

Matt hasn't missed a beat with Rude, He hits the mark with feeling like a total prick while also coming off as very charismatic, This gave me some off vibe though it felt very off the walls as Rude talked to himself as if he was having a back and fourth chat at the very beginning(Even though he was presumably a monologue to the camera but it was intriguing to read it that way at first)

Horseman Vs Las Finest

R.I.P my chances of sleep tonight, George winning? The worst thing since George himself. The match itself was greatly written though, I enjoyed the constant pinfall attempts throughout the match. That's something I feel I never add enough of because they can add so much to keeping a match feeling spontaneous. The finish is a simple distraction into an ASSRULER but the post match, BOY there is a lot to talk about, Adonis as Knight's heater? I never thought of pairing off Knight but this pairing is like a fine wine and cheese, Also bonus points for beating up George. Cwalker has made me excited for the exploration of this relationship. Can't wait good shit from both guys, don't tell George I think he deserved this win and had a hell of trash talk.

Mafia Business

I wanted to give my apologies to willy bounce for my match because reading this promo I realized Finn had said he wanted to become champ by himself. I really dig the judgement day trying to help but Finn wants to go solo. I had a second thought on my match maybe Dom/Rhea didn't listen while Damian took heed and planned a good celebration, This is just spitballing ideas, I'd have loved to have them not interfere. But no spoilers so onto the next thing.

Rude Vs Hayter
Congrats on picking up a win here and the prime time medal. As others have said good to see Hayter is still with us and this was only a technical mishap. Thanks Danny again for writing a decent squash match that did what it had to.

Punch that alexa chick...

Fauche has a way of always making me smile while reading his Kyle/Bayley relationship, I feel he does interpersonal relations between his characters better than anyone else, Take no offence Fauch is just a demon at being able to make relationships that feel unique and real. Just great stuff, I agree with Kyle it'd be gay for Despy to watch, Not that kinda gay, I mean you cant get better than this. Fauche I love reading your stuff, Rereading it for this review is making me chuckle all over again...

Marseglia Vs Lee

This feud I have been keeping my eyes on, for no reason. These two have been putting in work,  Butcher return post match made me excited for what's to come I've been waiting for this fools return. Marseglia could use a hand or two. Though enough about the stuff around the match, Fauche two compliments in a row, jesus, I feel like everytime I take the effort to review I give you so much compliments on your writing but I suppose thats what you get for being very entertaining to read.

Breeze, Tyler Breeze

Okay I just did something stupid I accidentally backed out of my review losing my progress. So from here thoughts may be rushed and not as indepth. I love this Breeze character, It like Fauches stuff makes me smile ear to ear, I mean I am worried for Tyler though he may have become an amnesiac, Or maybe he is too busy caring about himself that he doesn't even comprehend those around him, They are just bots after all to his fashion. Domos could of also blocked the view you never know!

Cassidy Vs Balor

This match was expertly written... Nah I just joke, I really enjoyed writing this match. As previously mentioned I wish I had snuck a preview of the Bad Blood promos because Willy's Trashtalks could of won him the match without the interference but I do still think this can work at adding to the strain on the Mafia. Though I do have to give props to where props is due, Crann has been on fire with his whole Orange Cassidy run, I don't see this loss impacting the run he has had. I think Crann has found some new strain of crack cocaine that has unlocked his ability to go even further beyond, His always had a way with words but this character feels truly inspired, Ever since our mania feud he has gone and made it hard to keep up with him. Will I do also have a lot of props to give to you, You have been a true mvp for the UWF the last 6 months with your feud with Evo to even now your feud with Cassidy you have truly taken the Television Title and pushed it even further like those before you, Marseglia, and heck even Lee. I am glad to get to see both these two characters on runs that are truly special. Congrats boys.

Drew is on fire!

Andy you started the Drew Character and were thrown a wrench as you were given the World Title on a fresh character and boy you've ran with it, It is insane how quickly you have gone from Danhausen into McInHausen, jokes aside I really have loved reading your McIntyre and it makes me reminisce on my run as Drew boy, Now I feel even after the smoke has settled I will never be able to pick up what you left off.

Breeze Vs O'Reilly

Rey vs Fauche whats not to love? As previously stated Rey's Breeze has a very similiar essence to a diabetic dragons, I love the supporting cast for both characters. Danny wrote a perfect match for the two of you, I really do appreciate all that Danny does because despite having to put the show together and write three matches he can still write a banger of a match in half the time of anyone on Gods green earth. Sublime.

Welcome Back Xander

I feel this Yuta character is very much a ROH pure type of character and complete 180 from MJF which is an intriguing situation, I really can't wait to see the damage you do with this duo.

Cipher
Fauche was able to complete the Cipher not even 10 minutes after the show went live, I swear. I have been enjoying these Leyton promos and I will give the key to complete the cipher for those who want to solve it before the next ppv, here you go

SPOILER: Click to show

It's an AtBash Cipher (Reverse Alphabet) Normal ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Reverse ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCB

Zayn vs McIntyre

 The end of this match was completely overbooked, The way god intended. Dresden has a way with writing violence like no other before, While reading Fauches matches can be fun and descriptive, I find Dres has a way to write matches that feel violent and descriptive, Both are great writing styles but they do really make reading PPVs and Weeklies fun as they feel different and both are great. Danny deserved this title sucks to see Zayn get so close because I really do think Danny has been consistent with a character while also running the day to day of the UWF, Massive fucking props.

Reward Gif Judgment day vibing talking about Bad Blood 2023(Probably, you cant prove it):

[crann]

Don't have a ton of time this week (my schedule loosens up after the weekend), but I wanted to get up some brief thoughts about this show because it was super rad and a fun read.

First, Danny, my man. I don't understand how you have been doing this for so long, so consistently, carrying the extra load, and still getting everything live mostly on schedule. The UWF at this point feels like it must be a passion project for you, and we're all blessed that you keep putting your work in because it wouldn't work without you. So thanks for that. And thanks for covering the match I dropped the ball on (even if it was a squash).

Next up, Willy - congratulations, man. I had the sense you'd have me beat, especially given how long that thread sat 1/1, but also because you've been carrying our feud for a few weeks now while life has been being silly for me. And your Balor is top notch! It's not everyday someone becomes a double champion around here, you've 100% earned those flowers, and you should be very proud of the achievement. All that said, if Danny does book a rematch, I'm coming swinging and looking forward to the challenge!

Last of all, thanks to everyone for the positive comments about my OC run thus far. I've really been focusing on just having fun this time around and not worrying too much about chasing titles, and I think that's been having good results with the PT and IC runs, so I'm gonna keep focusing on that. At the end of the day, belts are nice but I really just do this as a creative outlet that lets me blow off some stress week to week, and it makes me happy to know that others dig what I'm laying down.

Onward and upward, boys.

[Sam]

Incredible show top to bottom as always guys. I know I need to make the effort to leave more comments week in week out but rest assured everything you guys do is most definitely appreciated.

Shout out to Jye who wrote a really great, imaginative match for our guys. He's always great to go toe to toe with in threads so it was really fun to have a month long feud with him and hopefully we'll do it again.

Major congratulations to Willy who's been consistently excellent for months now and it's paid off with being double champ which I don't think has happened often in the rich history of the UWF. Interested to see the rise of The Mafia now they hold the majority of the gold on offer.

Sad to see Gunn take some time off but I'm sure he'll be back and firing on all cylinders sooner than later. Chase's Tribal Chief is typically great and I'm looking forward to seeing where he goes from here.

Obviously Fauche and Rey delivered the goods in the thread and the match was a good read. The Rick Rude promo was also a brilliant read, lots of strong characters right through the show at the moment.


Also looking forward to seeing where Dres and Leedles take their feud from here and where CWalker is headed with Adonis and Knight paired up, maybe continuing the feud with WARHORSE who picked up another big win. And of course Andy's McIntyre continuing a dominant run on top and it'll be interesting to see who's next in line with loads of contenders up and down the card.

Thanks once again to all the writers and to all yous guys who show up week in week out and keep this place going, excited to see what's next for The Mighty Caleb on his quest and what's next for the UWF.