Post by Danny on Oct 27, 2023 4:11:47 GMT -6
We head to the arena where the pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.
Tom Phillips: We're hot off the heels of Bad Blood but the horror isn't over as tonight is Halloween Havoc!
Corey Graves: What better way to celebrate than to see the so called Horror King get put in his place by The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre
Mauro Ranallo: Plus Wheeler Yuta debuts against Tyler Breeze and our new double champ puts his Televison Championship on the line against the Mighty Caleb!
Tom Phillips: And lets not forget our annual Halloween Battle Royal! That's sure to be a fun one so lets get the show started!
“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.
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.
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Caleb starts beating his chest right away, the crowd chanting "Skal!" with each hit as he pumps himself up for his biggest match so far. Balor doesn't want to give him any chance to hype himself up so he runs t him with a Forearm that knocks him into the corner. Balor proceeds to hammer away at him until the ref has to pull the double champion off. Balor argues with him but gets blindsided by a Clothesline from Caleb. Balor rolls out of the ring to regroup with The Mafia but Caleb goes out there to meet him. He comes walking up behind him but Balor grabs onto his tights and pulls him into the steel ring post!
Mauro Ranallo: I knew Vikings liked cold hard steel but not like this!
Corey Graves: I hope he likes precious metals because our illustrious Double Champion isn't above driving Gold right into his face.
Tom Phillips: So you're admitting he needs to cheat to win?
Corey Graves: He doesn't need too, it's just more fun that way.
Balor grabs Caleb and throws him back into the ring. Caleb tries to crawl to the corner but the Double Champ puts a stop to that with a Basement Dropkick to the face. Caleb rolls out onto the apron and Balor comes over and picks him up. He going to Suplex him back inside the ring but TMC hangs on and prevents it. He instead lifts Balor up and looks to Suplex him out but Balor is able to reposition himself and land on the apron behind Caleb and gives him a German Suplex to the floor! He lands with a sickening thud and Balor i quick to throw him right back into the ring and make the pin.
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The Mighty Caleb kicks out! The Mafia ringleader brings his opponent back up to his feet but The Hammer lives up to his name and starts swinging with some shots to the gut to catch him off guard. He shoves Balor backwards into the ropes and Finn comes off them right into a Tilt-a-Whirl Sideslam! Balor rolls away to the corner and picks himself up. The Mighty One starts beating his chest again and then rushes over to give him a Splash in the corner. Balor bounces out of the corner from the impact ands right back into Caleb's arms who throws him over with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Caleb then lies in wait as Balor grabs at his lower back, trying to stand up. He gets to his feet and turns around but is met with Gungnir! Caleb makes the pin!
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Balor kicks out!
Tom Phillips: We almost crowned ourselves a new champion!
Corey Graves: Be forreal, he's the first double champion in years. It's going to take a lot more than that to take out Balor.
Mauro Ranallo: The downfall of almost every champion has been hubris and that's one thing Finn Balor has in spades. He needs to be careful if you ask me. Especially against a guy he's come out to the losing end to twice.
Caleb drags Balor to the center of the ring and decides to go up top. The champ hasn't moved as Caleb gets his feet set. He slaps his head a few times and then jumps off with the Skull Seeker! The only problem is his skull only meets the mat as Finn rolls out of the way! Caleb's head bounces off the mat and he holds it as he gets back to his feet only to get caught with the Slingblade! He rolls to the outside to get away but The Mafia isn't going to let him get far. Priest blocks his path and Caleb turns around to see Dom and Rhea blocking the way behind him. He's looking at them all and doesn't notice Balor come flying out with a Somersault Senton! He throws him back into the ring and makes the pin once more.
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Caleb kicks out! Finn drags him to the center of the ring and then looks over to the top rope. He walks away to presumably go to the top but Caleb grabs onto his ankle. Balor kicks his leg free and starts to just beat down the Viking Warrior. He's telling him that he's never going to take the title off of him and slaps him in the face. Caleb seems to come to from that slap and sits up staring the champ down. Balor gives him another slap but all it does is piss off The Hammer. Balor backs away and tries to play nice as Caleb gets to his feet. Balor goes for a punch but Caleb catches his arm between his side and his arm. Balor throws another with the left hand but Caleb catches it same way. Balor has nowhere to go as he;'s face to face with the Mighty One and Caleb starts hitting him with Arm Trap Headbutts!
Tom Phillips: Now I'm not a wrestler but I think the last thing I'd ever want to do is piss off a viking.
Corey Graves: There's a difference between pissing off an actual viking and a cosplayer. This chump may have the upper hand now but trust me, he'll be staring up at the lights before the night is over.
Balor falls to his knees, his legs unable to support him any longer from the Headbutts and Caleb simply pulls him back up and tosses him across the ring. Balor lands so that he's basically leaned over the middle rope. Caleb grabs him and traps him between the ropes and starts to pummel his chest in with clubbing blows. After a 4 count, Caleb pulls him out of the ropes and lifts him straight into the air for the Valhammer. Rhea gets on the ropes to try and distract him and Finn is able to bring his knee down on top of his head and manages to slip behind him. The ref is trying to get Rhea off the apron and Balor hits Caleb with a Low Blow! The crowd is all over Finn as he smiles and points to his head. With Caleb down, he looks back to the ropes again and exits out onto the apron to climb up. Balor is perched up on the top rope ready to come off for the Coup De Grace when suddenly...
Corey Graves: What the hell is this goof doing out here!
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the former Intercontinental Champion just wants to get a good look.
Balor looks at Cassidy comes out onto the stage, hands in his pockets. Priest and Dom rush out to go meet him up the ramp but inside the ring, Caleb has recovered and he runs to Balor and blasts him in the face ith a hook. H then climbs up to the top rope and grabs a hold of him, sending him crashing down into the mat with the Arrow of the Gods! While the Mafia is busy getting in Cassidy's way, they don't notice that in the ring, Caleb has picked up Balor and gives him the Hel Rider! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW Television Champion, The Mighty Caleb!
The Mafia quickly turn and run back to the ring. Caleb gets out of dodge before they come in and he's handed the Television Championship. He goes through the crowd and celebrates with the fans, all of them chanting "SKAL!" with him. Balor sits up to see Cassidy smiling at the top of the stage. He turns and leaves the way he came while Balor looks pissed as the show moves on.
As Stokely Hathaway can be seen walking backstage with a roll of paper in his hand, he comes across a wet floor sign that’s been placed on the ground. A rush of bad memories appear to come flooding back as he shuts his eyes for a few moments before reopening them and walking around the sign. Suddenly the resident UWF janitor Kikutaro comes into frame and can be seen mopping the floor, however he stops when he sees Hathaway approaching. The two engage in a silent and somewhat awkward stare off before Kikutaro opens his hand and stretches out his arm.
Kikutaro: No hard feelings?
Whilst the man from Japan seems keen to put any past differences aside, Hathaway simply looks down at the hand in disgust before walking straight past it. Kikutaro seems a little hurt by the rejection at first but doesn’t let it bother him too much as he simply goes back to mopping up the floor. Hathaway continues down the hall and enters into a room where the UWF Champion Drew McIntyre is sat inside. Having seen that he now has company, McIntyre rises to his feet as Hathaway hands over the roll of paper that was in his hand. The Scotsman begins to read some of the contents as Hathaway provides his own insight.
Stokely Hathaway: You can read through all of that at your leisure, but the gist of it is that whatever issues there were when you came back six months ago can now pretty much be laid to rest. There are however a small handful of catches attached, per Carter’s request…
Drew McIntyre: Such as?
Stokely Hathaway: Well, if for example you put your hands on a staff member who is employed in a non-wrestling capacity, the company has the right to pursue further legal action. That does however only extend to unprovoked altercations, so you don’t have to worry about some bum in the TV truck deliberately trying to antagonize you in the hopes that you going after them will end up getting you fired. But considering that it’s been over three months since anybody last reported any sort of grievance, I’d say it’s the least of anyone’s problems.
Drew McIntyre: Anything else?
Stokely Hathaway: Yeah… you know that return match you had before Wrestlemania this year? That’s been expunged from the records. I’ve also been informed that Danhauser or whatever the hell his name is, has reportedly agreed to some sort of deal with Carter whereby he can still sell t-shirts and crap like that through the official UWF channels. I have it on quite good authority that he’s still not in a position to lace up a pair of wrestling boots and quite possibly never will again, but I figured it best to let you know just in case you stumble across any of that god awful merchandise in passing one day.
Drew McIntyre: Y’know it doesn’t surprise me that Carter would resort to such desperate measures if it ensured that he’d turn a profit at the end of it all. So as far as I’m concerned he can have his little shop window piece, it doesn’t change the fact that there’s nobody sitting prettier in this company than I am at present, and there ain’t nothing that’s gonna change that any time soon. Now, unless you’ve got something of actual significance to bring to my attention, we have a far more pressing matter to prepare for…
McIntyre gets up out of his chair, throws the paper to one side, grabs the UWF Title and exits the room as Hathaway follows suit. A short walk follows which the camera keeps track of as the Scotsman turns a corner and walks through a dark curtain.
The music fills the arena and a mix of cheers and boos come with it as McIntyre walks out onto the stage with Hathaway alongside him. The champ raises his title in the air with some pyrotechnics going off at the same time as Hathaway claps him on in appreciation. A slow walk down the ramp follows as Hathaway heads across to the timekeepers area to pick up a microphone. Both men then enter the ring and McIntyre stands right in the center before raising the championship up once again. The music fades out and McIntyre takes the microphone away from Stokely, but the crowd noise certainly isn’t letting up. Drew doesn’t seem all that impressed by what’s going on before him and is keen to emphasize those feelings.
Drew McIntyre: You see this is why I have zero regard for any of your opinions. One side of the camp is delighted that I’m still out here as champion, and the other half can’t stand that fact. A real sorry charade if ever there was one folks… So let me reiterate that I’m not out here for anybody's satisfaction other than my own. The lay of the land still belongs to me, meaning that I’m gonna take this time to stand right here in the middle of this ring and do nothing other than enjoy the fact that I am still the UWF Champion, and the man of the never ending hour.
As Drew lowers his microphone, shuts his eyes and clutches his championship closer to him, the select number of fans that were cheering him have now hopped over to the booing side, and in unison they jeer him as he continues to stand there doing nothing other than looking like a million bucks. Hathaway also keeps his eyes closed out of respect for the champ, not allowing himself to be antagonized by the disrespect being shown from the paying customers. Almost a full minute passes and Drew hasn’t moved, but the crowd still keeps the level of noise going. Eventually the sixty second mark is passed and the crowd noise begins to simmer down slightly, at which point McIntyre opens his eyes and raises the microphone up again.
Drew McIntyre: Now that right there was an ample opportunity for anyone in the back to come out and stake their claim for a shot at immortality, but the fact that it’s still just me and my associate stood here means that the number of people on the roster that have a death wish is clearly at a minimum, and additionally goes to show that people are smartening up to the fact that I am the last person anyone should be looking to antagonize at present. You saw how first Kyle O’Reilly and then Sami Zayn each tried to play smartarse games in the hopes that it would upset the apple cart, but they were both ultimately shut down in emphatic fashion despite putting in some respectable efforts, which leads me to believe that given their standings in the company, there’s no one else out there that has the guts to step up and try their hand at playing the game with the highest stakes on offer.
The strong views from the man that’s very much set in his ways does not go down all that well with the crowd as he continues to emphasize his points with venom.
Drew McIntyre: Even someone like Finn Balor who is sitting pretty in the title picture at present still doesn’t have the gall to try and add the only championship that actually matters to his collection, the same way that the idiot in the jeans who he defeated for his new prized possession has clearly had second thoughts about coming back and proving that he can do more than just beat me by disqualification. It just goes to show that minus the odd entity or two, the overall standard of competitor here is a complete and utter joke. Guys would rather waste time dolling themselves up to extreme levels or dressing up as vikings for show instead of putting the work in to reach the same level that I’m on right now.
Even without the specific name drops, it’s still pretty obvious who McIntyre is referring to with the latest scathing assessment of the current situation.
Drew McIntyre: But as poor as the competition options are at present, I’m not so stubborn as to refuse putting this championship on the line, providing it’s against someone that’s got what it takes to come out here and show me that they at least have the makings of a set of cojones on them. So forget the subtle hint dropping, consider this an official invitation to anyone back there that’s feeling brave enough to prove me wrong, make your way down that ramp, enter this ring, plead your case and present me with some real food for thought.
McIntyre lowers his microphone and turns his gaze towards the stage, waiting to see who if anyone will respond to his call. Some sections of the crowd begin to chant various names of the roster in the hopes that at least one of them will make an appearance, when suddenly…
The fans give a mixed reaction as Roman Reigns theme hits over the PA System some fans are throwing up the one while others have thumbs down, but out comes Roman Reigns and he is flanked by Paul Heyman and his personal problem solver Solo Sikoa. Roman Reigns smiles, showing off those beautiful white teeth as he looks at the UWF champion in the middle of the ring. Roman Reigns walks down the ramp and is followed by his two cohorts. Roman Reigns enters the ring and Heyman grabs the microphones. Roman Reigns enters the ring and he stares at Drew as his music dies down. Roman Reigns looks at Drew as the music is done. The two men staring each other down as the fans are going crazy at the staredown between these two heavyweights. Roman Reigns gets a microphone handed to him and he speaks.
Roman Reigns: Nashville, Tennessee!
Fans in the Nashville area cheer and some boo at Roman Reigns and the fans cheer like crazy.
Roman Reigns: Acknowledge me!
Fans give a mixed reaction as Roman Reign’s hasn’t taken his eyes off Drew when doing his usual introduction.
Roman Reigns: Drew McIntyre, just like Nashville Acknowledges me. I want to say something I don’t normally say to people but, I acknowledge you. I look at what you have done here in the UWF and man I am impressed with what you have become here as the UWF champion. You see when I came back to the UWF my goal was to help not only reestablish the family name but reestablish this company and reestablish that belt you have right now.
The camera takes a shot at Drew’s UWF Championship.
Roman Reigns: Though Drew you have done that for me, and quite frankly you have become some sort of the boogeyman here in the UWF. Yeah, a boogeyman. Nothing scares you. You fear nothing. You take on all challengers no matter how big or how strong. You do just that. You say yes because you know none of them can hurt you. You may get rocked you may fall down but in the end, just like the boogeyman you get up and you keep on fighting. And the boogeyman not only is not afraid he scares everyone else in the world. People check underneath the bed afraid of the Boogeyman. Though I don’t check underneath the bed for the boogeyman. You see if you’re the Boogeyman and you scare the opponents then I’m Freddy Krueger because I will be in your nightmares.
Paul Heyman leaves his mouth agape at the cold line by Roman Reigns as the Tribal Chief continues.
Roman Reigns: Everything you worked for everything you did Drew I respect it. But as you lay your head at night, you will always have this replay in your head. And NEW UWF Champion Roman Reigns. Drew everyone here in the UWF, they fear Roman Reigns. They will talk a big game and act like they’re not afraid but then each day that passes by they end up being afraid because even when I am not in their presence, they’re afraid of me. They know in the back of their subconscious that I am always going to be there, and I am going to wreck them and take everything they try hard to protect. Drew McIntyre, I am going to do just that. I am going to take everything you ever worked for, and worst of all it will all be better off left in the hands of Roman Reigns. So Drew I accept.
Roman Reigns extends his hand towards the current champion, but the latter averts his eyes and begins to slowly pace around the ring before wagging his finger back and forth.
Drew McIntyre: You… I had a feeling that if anyone was going to try and step up to the plate, it was gonna be you. The Tribal Chief, The Head of the Table, and one of the UWF’s hottest acts from this past summer.
A mixed crowd response meets McIntyre’s assessment of his potential new challenger as he stops pacing and looks Reigns eyes to eye.
Drew McIntyre: Now whilst I am in no way backing down in my assessment of that locker room as a whole, you have at least found a way to stand out from the crowd to a degree. And dare I say I somewhat respect the fact that we appear to share similar viewpoints about certain aspects of this business. It’s why I didn’t name drop you in amongst the riff raff just there, because I’ve seen enough of you to figure out that you don’t fit in with the worst of the undesirables. Although with that said, and speaking with complete truth and honesty, as hot as you may think you are, I can’t help feeling there’s something that’s missing from this particular version of you. I mean don’t get me wrong, what I see before me is impressive, but clearly something went wrong when considering that it’s a face painted sideshow that currently holds the Money in the Bank briefcase instead of you…
An “Oooh!” echoes around a large chunk of the arena following the not so sly dig from the Scotsman, but it doesn’t appear as though he’s keen to draw any additional attention to it as he recognises that there is still a credible enough threat stood before him.
Drew McIntyre: But I get it, you’re not out here to reflect on past shortcomings. You’re out here with an outstretched arm because you want the next shot. You want to be the guy who gives me that food for thought I was asking for, and your assessment of the situation has certainly done that. But as far as I’m concerned…
At last McIntyre reaches out and shakes Reigns outstretched hand.
Drew McIntyre: The final outcome will be no different to the previous ones!
The two men engage in an intense stare off as the crowd pops for the seeming confirmation that Reigns is next in line to challenge for McIntyre’s title.
Mauro Ranallo: It appears to be on folks, and all I can say for now is fasten your seatbelts, cause this one’s gonna get bumpy!
Tom Phillips: Regardless of whether you love or hate these two individuals, knowing the pride that’s at stake you can already tell that they’re gonna leave it all in that ring when the time comes to do battle.
Corey Graves: For once I actually agree with you wholeheartedly, Phillips. This is one to truly get excited for people!
Both men back away to opposite ends of the ring as their respective counsels whisper words into their eyes, with neither man breaking eye contact with each other as the show cuts away to commercial.
As Revolution rolls on, we head backstage where we run into a certain "Million Dollar Megastar". It seems as though he's in an intense debate with a young woman. The audio begins picking up their conversation midway through.
LA Knight: Now, listen here sweet cheeks! Who the hell do 'ya think 'ya are to come up to L...A....Knight so care free and reckless? What''s ya name?
Woman: It's...
LA Knight: If L...A....Knight wanted to know 'ya name, L...A....Knight would tell 'ya what 'ya name is. Now what do 'ya want? An autograph? L...A...Knight doesn't do those! Especially not for ring rats. But if 'ya want to make yourself useful, go grab L...A....Knight a Pastrami sandwich on rye, extra spicy mustard. Do 'ya think that 'ya cute little blonde head can handle that assignment?
Woman: I'm not your assistant. And I'm certainly not a ring rat. I just wanted to talk to you about your loss to WARHORSE at Bad Blood?
LA Knight: What did 'ya just say?
Woman: I said...
LA Knight: No, 'ya shut up! L...A....Knight knows what 'ya said. Let L...A....Knight ask 'ya a question. Did 'ya actually watch Bad Blood? Cause if 'ya did, 'ya would realize L...A....Knight wasn't the loser. The way L...A....Knight remembers it, when all the dust had settled and all the smoke had cleared, that big DUMMY! WARHORSE was laying at L...A....Knight's feet. And L...A....Knight doesn't want 'ya to hurt yourself, but if 'ya think back, that's exactly what L...A....Knight said was going to happen. The match itself is inconsequential. Now unless 'ya gonna grab L...A....Knight his sandwich or his favorite bottle of The Dom, L...A....Knight recommends 'ya leave his presence.
The dejected and insulted young lady stares at Knight before walking off. Looks like the camera man is about to leave too, but LA Knight stops.
LA Knight: Where the hell do 'ya think 'ya going? Nah, nah, nah, 'ya leave that camera right here. Matter fact, pan in real close.
The camera man follows LA Knight's instructions and focuses solely on his face.
LA Knight: WARHORSE, I hope 'ya don't think we're done. No, no, no, far from it actually. L...A....Knight knows 'ya memory might be a little hazy after 'ya took an unplanned in the middle of the ring of the ring at Bad Blood. But trust L..A...Knight when he says, 'ya got very up close and personal with L...A....Knight's new associate, Christopher Adonis. And let L...A...Knight tell 'ya, that was just the first of many times. So let L...A....Knight tell 'ya what's going to happen a little later. L....A....Knight and Chris Adonis are going to go out to my ring and we're going to make a statement. We're going to give the UWF a preview of what's to come. L...A...Knight told 'ya that we're playing a new game. And WARHORSE, I'm afraid that 'ya all out of lives. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!
LA Knight: Now! 'Ya can get that camera out of L...A....Knight's face.
Knight pie faces the camera man and the shot goes black as Revolution moves on.
A video package plays it's Grayson Waller with all the tags that perfectly describe him...
#Blessed #Over #Influencer #Phenomenal #Stunning #Showstopper all appear as moments from of Grayson Wallers career...
Grayson Waller Effect is live as the final graphic flashes, The music dies down as the arena is dark, Spotlight circles the arena. Kayla Braxton voice begins to radiate through out the arena he announces:
Kayla Braxton: "Ladies and Gentle please welcome, The most talked about sensation ON REVOLUTION, He is the Moment Maker, The Aussie Icon, YOUR HOST OF THE GRAYSON WALLER EFFECT..."
"Say So" begins from the start as Grayson Waller arms splayed out as the spotlight christens the ring, It's adorned with palm plants and a desk right off center facing the hard camera, Grayson Waller cockily dances to the music as the crowd gain an instant disliking to his loudmouthed antics and grand staging...
"GRAYSON WALLER"
Waller gives the cue for the production crew to turn off his theme for a second time in a short time as he picks up a microphone with his logo all over it, He lifts the microphone to his lips as he looks towards the ramp to get the show on the road...
Grayson Waller: "Welcome to the Grayson Waller effect live from "FIX BEFORE RELEASING PROMO", This is a truly Iconic second showing for the Waller Effect, I mean it's got Grayson Waller on the show. This week I have a guest that I actually respect, unlike that caveman, The Mighty Wanker. This man has been a staple of the UWF for the last few years and just now he finally gets a break in this company, I mean to be champion has only got to be a fraction of the exposure this explosive personality will come in contact with, So without further ado my esteemed guest...
Waller ushers his hand towards the entrance…
Grayson Waller: “SAMI ZAYN”
"Pair of Headphones" begins playing, Zayn comes onto the stage Forever Championship in hand, He swings it side to side, As he shows it to the crowd. Zayn enters the ring microphone in hand...
Sami Zayn: You know it's about time I was treated with a little respect around here. Did you know that originally I was only going to get a minute pre recorded interview scheduled for tonight? To go from main eventing a Pay Per View to barely getting screen time the next week. So I did what I do best and I took matters into my own hands. I looked at the rundown and said who's time can I encroach- err...who's smart enough to realize Sami Zayn's greatness. To know that when I'm on screen, the numbers go up. So I looked at everything and I saw one man willing to step up to the ridiculousness of this company. A man who doesn't want to see children play Halloween dress up as a Viking. So I called you up and said hey, let's make history.
Waller seems excited about Zayns happy with Zayn's response…
Grayson Waller: "You know, it's rare that someone truly gets what it means to be on the Grayson Waller show. It's not just any platform, it's a stage for the best of the best. And you, my friend, you've got that spark. But let's see if you've got what it takes to keep up with the future of this industry."
Waller takes a moment as he makes his way over to his desk; he sits down on the executive chair as he ushers Zayn to take a seat on the “guest” chair…
Grayson Waller: “So, Zayn, at Bad Blood you came this… close to glory and dethroning that no-good Scottish wank pheasant…”
Sami Zayn: Look I hate to interrupt but calling him a wank pheasant is still too kind. He's a good for nothing lowlife scumbag. Yeah I said it and you all know deep down that it's true. You can't stand the guy either, you just hated me. But now that he's off to wreak havoc on the rest of the UWF, it's only going to be a matter of time before these sheep start begging me to end his reign and you know what... I'll do it. That's right I'm not going to just sit by and let you suffer even though that's what you deserve. I'm a bigger man than that. I'm not going to just sit idly by and wait for another opportunity. I'm taking matters into my own hands and I will make the UWF a better place.
Even more boos from the crowd as they want it to be known that they don't stand for Sami's self pats on the back.
Grayson Waller: “We’ve also tried to get change around here, For all the good we do for this company what do we get? I’ll tell yo-”
Sami Zayn: Nothing right? Excuse my interruption but you deserve better. I sit in the back and I hear people laughing at you. They're calling your guy fat slurs and saying you're some low rent Miz but they just don't see what you really are. Those suits backstage only care about one thing and that's making a quick buck. They'd rather make thousands today than millions in a year. You and I, we're all about the bigger picture. I mean Viking Rules? What kind of idiot comes up with that idea? EC3 sees wrestling as a circus. A bunch of sideshow acts rather than actual real competition. I hope whoever pitched that match gets fired.
Grayson is suspiciously quiet but it's not like Sami is giving him any room to talk anyways.
Sami Zayn: We need to bring wrestling back into its glory days. Ever since EC3 took charge, this place has gone downhill. Say what you will about how crazy Randy Orton was thinking he was a vampire a year ago but at least when he was running things, we had 3 prime time shows running while he was busy getting blowies from Eva Marie backstage.
A deep cut from UWF lore but a welcome one.
Sami Zayn: UWF needs someone to save it from itself. For once I realize that I can't do this on my own. This place is so corrupt that I need a little help.
Grayson Waller: “I agree and it’s a travesty, I do have to ask, How are you feeling, and I mean REALLY feeling?”
Sami Zayn: Honestly? I'm pretty peeved. You'd think after all I've done for this company, they'd have given me some time to vent rather than make me go out of my way to be on some second rate-....ted talk show of all time! It's clear that they're trying to silence me but I don't know if you know this, but I'm pretty hard to silence.
Understatement of the year.
Sami Zayn: My mom always said that I was one of the fastest talking, smoothest people she'd ever met and I like to think that's transitioned to the ring as well. I make it look easy and I think that's why I've faced such disrespect. It's happened my whole career. I remember stepping foot in my first day of training school and-
Grayson Waller: “If... I may... Interrupt-”
Waller leans back as the crowd begin unleashing an "Shut The F--k up Chat!" at the Australian, The crowd continue for a moment as Waller lets them go on. Waller stands up from his executive chair as he moves around the huge desk in the corner. He moves towards Zayn…
Grayson Waller: “Woah... That was uncalled for. I was going to address you has-nots for a matter of a fact but now you can shove and wait til Grayson Waller decides you get a ticket to the Grayson Waller Effect, It's been revoked. I mean for has-nots such as yourselves, It's no different than when you have to line up for food stamps because you aren't Grayson Waller who has a million downside guarantee on his contract. That means I get paid no matter your feelings but talking about the pencil pushers…”
Grayson Waller: “The has-nots, You cheered when I was attacked for no reason during Viking Rules. Last time I checked I wasn't a warrior in that match, So how about you listen up Mr Carter the Third Douchebag, Yeah you in the back you're just as guilty as these has-nots the only difference is you are a has-been. You had it but then you fumbled it worse than Brisbane in the Footy Grand Final…”
The crowd rudely interrupted with a sharp "What?"
Grayson Waller: “Aussie Rules you guys know nothing about culture, Geez why do I even bother bringing you people the Full Body Grayson Waller experience, It's like you don't appreciate the man, the myth, the legend that is Grayson Waller. I will be the culture shock the UWF needs…”
Waller smiles before placing his arm around the shoulders of Zayn, as he pulls Zayn in closer despite The Forever Champion's uncomfortable demeanor with a slight smile from the underhanded compliment...
Grayson Waller: “Now Sami you're a man who has been done hard by Bad Blood like Bronson and myself. I understand because you see at Bad Blood the biggest upset in UWF history has happened, Not our new double champ cuz' ya know if Grayson Waller wanted to be Intercontinental Champion I'd have ended that Orange Chumps title reign much earlier. The Waller express has a clear path and I don't think you are ready to see Grayson Waller because with me as champion, it makes too much sense...”
Sami Zayn: You know I think you'd make a great Intercontinental Champion. Get you a nice high profile gig while still giving you room to grow. Maybe once my historic years-long reign with the UWF Championship ends, you can go on to be next in line for the vacated title. But while I do appreciate the offer and I did say I needed some help. I can't be a little too trusting these days. Wasn't too long ago Young Willy turned his back on me after I gave him everything and he cost me one of the biggest matches in my career. I made an example out of him but that doesn't change the fact that it was a setback. I watched your last little Waller Effect and Caleb seemed to trust you a little too quickly. You wouldn't try and pull something like that on me would you?
Waller almost seems offended as he has his mouth agape
Grayson Waller: “Sami, trust me... I ain't here to fight Bronson is busy in the back taking out his frustrations on a few of the locals who came to get a payday. I mean what's the ability to walk on two legs when you can get a cut of the Grayson Waller Gravy Train…”
The crowd begin a chant of "Copy-cat"...
Grayson Waller: “...What is that taken? Nah it's my thing now and that no good Knight can coddle up with that chiseled Adonis while realizing he has nothing on the Australian stick of Thunder. I mean no one in this ring on the microphone can touch me but Sami I came out here with two things. I have a proposition just for your ears, an exclusive scoop if I do say…”
Waller readjust the microphone…
Grayson Waller: “The thing I did want to ask you, Sami Zayn. Is that next week I have been able to do the Grayson Waller thing and we can get back at those two who committed injustices against us at Bad Blood. You can get one back on that Scottish loser and I can send that Viking back to the age where he belongs. I sense that you’re a man of high morale fiber and when I offer this olive branch you will snap it up… real quick and proper. I have been able to confirm next week that Drew McIntyre and “The Mighty” wanker get a piece of humble pie, so to say. I used my Grayson Waller Pull to get a tag match against those two degenerates, And Zayn what I want to say is…”
Grayson Waller gets onto one knee as the crowd begin throwing their beers at the ring, Waller pulls a contract rolled up from his back pocket as he unfolds it for Sami’s own eyes…
Grayson Waller: “Will you be my tag partner next week…”
Sami Zayn overplays it like he has been legit proposed to, He has his hand over his mouth…
Sami Zayn: “I do…”
Waller all smiles stands to his feet. Waller hands Zayn a pen and paper as he turns his back to Zayn pointing to his back. Zayn signs the slip of paper as the two embrace as confetti falls to the ground marking the landmark union…
As there’s a break in the action, things head to Batista.
”The Hollywood Animal” Batista: Halloween Havoc, the, “Hollywood Animal” has arrived and what that means for the poor bastards joining me in that Battle Royal is they’re going to get their asses kicked and kicked hard. And it doesn’t matter what’s up for grabs for the winner, because I want it and I’m walking out with it. Simple as that.
Detective Parker and Officer Jones huddle over a desk, the cipher spread out before them. Their expressions are focused, determination burning in their eyes. The room is illuminated only by the soft glow of desk lamps...
Detective Parker: "This has to mean something. Let's break it down."
Jones leans in closer, scrutinizing the cipher with a keen eye. They exchange theories and ideas, their minds working in tandem to decipher the hidden message.
Officer Jones: "Look here, this grouping of letters... it might be a start."
Parker nods, his fingers tracing the letters as they piece together the puzzle. Slowly, the message begins to emerge from the cryptic jumble.
Detective Parker: "Yes, yes... it's coming together. 'Hello old friend and foe, I would love to get closure but doctor you lied'."
They exchange a triumphant look, a mixture of satisfaction and revelation dancing in their eyes. The pieces have fallen into place, revealing Leytons hidden message. It's a revelation that could hold the key to understanding the depths of his delusions.
Officer Jones: "That's quite a message. He's addressing Trevor Lee from his past, and it seems there's a score to settle. That much is easy to understand but friend and foe, He says Dr.Williams was a liar. "
Detective Parker: "He believes the doctor had to have played a part in his delusions. What reason could she have to lie, Or is this something in Buzzards head. It's becoming harder to figure out the key behind Leyton's erratic actions..."
They rise from their seats, the camera captures their look of renewed faith in this case, with this new clue. The puzzle may be solved, but the mystery surrounding Leyton's actions deepens.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first:
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.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent….
"Born into Battle" begins to play and the fans jump to their feet. Slowly Wheeler Yuta walks out with his normal stomp of a mission. He rolls his neck around for a final loosening. He rotates his wrists to make sure he's ready at the top of the ramp. Right behind him follows Bryan Danielson, a similar scour on his face as this is game time.
Tony Chimel: Coming to the ring, he is accompanied by "The American Dragon" Bryan Danielson. Weighing in at 189 lbs and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Mr. Tap or Snap...WHEELER YUTA!
Wheeler gives one final look over to his mentor, manager and coach. Danielson gives him a nod and Yuta storms the ring a man ready to destroy. As he climbs the rings steps and goes through the ropes. He doesn't take time to pose, he doesn't look out to see the reaction of the fans, he leans into his corner and looks ready for his battle.
VS
As the bell rings, both corners are speaking to their respect corner teams. Danielson is going over the game plan with Yuta who is listening to his mentor intently, on Breezes side the conversation is less tactic and more Breeze and Alexa talking about the latest looks coming out of Milan this year. Eventually both competitors break from their corners and meet in the middle Yuta, ever the professional despite his being a rookie of the business, reaches a palm out to Breeze, looking for a handshake. Breeze just raises an eyebrow at him and brushes him off, turning his back on Yuta. Yuta does not take kindly to this insolence and turns Breeze round and hits a Knife Edge Chop to the tanned chest of Breeze. Breeze drops to the mat and acts like he’s been shot, crawling to the apron as quick as he can as Yuta looks to pick the ankle for an Ankle Lock but the referee backs Yuta off.
Mauro Ranallo: As usual, Tyler Breeze showing no respect towards his opponent, clearly trying to get in the head of Wheeler Yuta
Tom Phillips: Well he paid for that with that Knife Edge chop, you could hear that ring around the arena and Breeze dropped like he’d just gotten shot.
Corey Graves: Yuta might be new to this business, relatively speaking, but under the tutelage of Danielson, he’s going to go a long way but lets not forget that Breeze is a veteran, what he lacks in physical, he makes up for in mental.
The referee checks on Breeze who is overly selling his chest, Alexa helping to add to the concern via her pleas to the referee to back up Yuta who is just standing there shaking his head, not believing that the referee is falling for this. The referee looks to go over to the timekeeper area to call the match but suddenly as he moves, Tyler has a miraculous recovery, almost jumping to his feet and catching a slightly off guard with a Leaping Knee which knocks Yuta for six slightly. The referee looks at Breeze and shakes his head but allows it. Breeze walks over to Yuta, who has crawled into a corner and picks him up, hitting a chop of his own to Yuta and screams “How do you like it”
Mauro Ranallo: Tyler Breeze once again using that machiavellian mind of his to get one over on Yuta and the referee
Tom Phillips: While his skills as a model cannot be questioned, Breeze really needs to work on his acting skills, I could see from here that he was faking it. I think Omos has shown better abilities than that
Corey Graves: How dare you Phillips, that was some A plus acting there, I was on the edge of my seat, I had truly thought that Yuta had cause Breeze to have a minor coronary
Back in the ring and Breeze is lighting Yuta up with chops but as he goes for a fifth chop, Yuta front rolls out the corner, causing Breeze to backhand the turnbuckle. Breeze grabs the hand in pain and turns round into a Running Knee from Yuta, which blasts Breeze into the corner. Yuta backs up into another corner and charges Breeze, who is standing dazed in the corner, with a Dropkick. Breeze drops to the floor and Yuta lets out a scream of anger, beating his chest to hype himself up, Danielson just stands and nods approval for his protege. Yuta grabs Breeze by the ankle as Breeze tries to crawl away and pulls him back to the centre of the ring, Yuta locks in an Ankle Lock as Breeze screams in pain.
Mauro Ranallo: WHEELER YUTA FIGHTING WITH THE HEART OF A WARRIOR. HITTING BREEZE FAST AND HARD
Tom Phillips: The training of Danielson is definitely paying dividends for Yuta, a young man with a bright future here in the UWF and one i’m excited to see play out.
Corey Graves: Don’t count Breeze out just yet folks, he’s always got something cooking up.
Back in the ring and unless screams of pain help Breeze think, Corey’s prediction seems to be off. Yuta has the Ankle Lock locked in deep and if Breeze doesn’t get out of this soon, the match will be over, it doesn’t help that Breeze has locked eyes with Danielson who is mouthing “Tap” to him, just as all seems lost for Breeze, he manages to flail and arm just close enough to the rope for the referee to call for the break but Yuta holds on till the count of four but eventually lets go. Breeze shimmys into a corner and uses the support to pull himself up to his feet. Just in time as Yuta goes for another corner knee but Breeze manages to lift Yuta up and onto the apron, hitting Yuta with a Runway Kick which threatens to send Yuta to the floor but the young competitor hangs on. Breeze tries to hit another kick but Yuta gets an elbow up and Breeze is sent back into the middle of the ring. Yuta climbs to the top rope and goes for a Crossbody but Breeze hits him flush with a Dropkick, going quickly for the cover.
Mauro Ranallo: PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK FROM TYLER BREEZE, SENDING WHEELER YUTA TO THE MAT,
Tom Phillips: Yuta taking a risk by going top rope, sometimes it pays off but its times like these when it doesn’t were it effects you the most.
Corey Graves: Wheeler could have had the match won there if he’s hit that Crossbody but that veteran instinct of Breeze came into play there, if Yuta loses here, Danielson won’t be happy.
1….2…..2.5….Kick Out
Yuta gets the shoulder up to a thunderous cheer from the crowd who are behind the younger man. Breeze slams the mat in frustration and contests with the referee if it was definitely a 2 and a half and the referee nods. Breeze grabs Yutas leg and attempts to lock in a Single Leg Crab but Yuta manages to push Breeze off and into the ropes, getting to his feet and hitting Breeze with an Atomic Drop as he returns which sends Breeze into the corner, Wheeler doesn’t waste time and charges to hit a Stinger Splash on Breeze, who seems spent. Breeze drops to the mat and Yuta drags him to the middle of the ring and locks in a Sharpshooter. Its all over but the crying for Breeze as he looks to tap but as he does, the bell doesn’t go. Alexa Bliss has jumped up to the apron, distracting the referee from the tap. As quick as he’s probably ever moved, Omos gets into the ring and hits a surprised Yuta with a Big Boot and then a Chokeslam before placing the prone Breeze on his opponent before getting out the ring, Alexa hopping off the apron. The referee looks confused but drops to make the count.
Mauro Ranallo: Yuta almost had Breeze there but a timely distraction by Alexa Bliss and assistance by Omos has secured a victory
Tom Phillips: Breeze even tapped but Alexa distracted the referee long enough for Omos to get in and get the win for Breeze
Corey Graves: See I told you both, Breeze always has a plan and that plan always plays out.
1….2…..3…..
Tony Chimel: Your winner of this contest…… Tyler Breeze
The referee lifts Breeze's arm as he hobbles out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp with Omos and Bliss supporting him. Danielson gets in the ring and places an arm round Yuta, whispering something to him as Yuta nods and Revolution moves on.
As there’s a break in the action, things head to where Vinny Marseglia is sitting.
Vinny Marseglia: At Bad Blood, I got the better of Trevor Lee but a lot of people are saying he got the last laugh because of what happened to me at the hands of The Butcher. But it’s like I’ve been saying, our fun isn’t over so the last laugh hasn’t yet left anyone’s lips, you see. But it’s not just Trevor I’m going to have more fun with, it’ll be Lance Cade and The Butcher too. After all, I don’t let sins go unpunished. And while that will soon be obvious, none of you will have to wait for him to atone for those sins, because I’m going to make it obvious tonight when Drew’s sins draw forth punishment. Drew, you call me a lot of things: a nostalgia act, an underdog, a shell of my former self. But when you get met with a Farewell to the Flesh, you’ll be calling me by my rightful title, the, “Horror King”. Revere me. Fear me.
As Vinny’s statements conclude, Halloween Havoc continues elsewhere.
They are escorted to a dimly lit interview room within the asylum. A figure sits at the far end of the table, their back turned to the detectives. The harsh fluorescent light casts long shadows, obscuring the identity of the person.
Detective Parker: "Thank you for seeing us. We're here to ask about Leyton Buzzard."
???: "Buzzard's feathers ruffled more than the good doctor's heart, hmm?"
The voice is tinged with an excitable energy. Detective Parker exchanges a concerned look with Officer Jones, realizing they're about to navigate a delicate conversation.
Officer Jones: "We understand you have some insight into Leyton Buzzard's past. Specifically, we're interested in the events surrounding Dr. Williams' untimely demise."
???: "The doctor danced with shadows, trying to hold Leyton's fractured pieces together. But shadows have a way of slipping through fingers, don't they?"
The detectives lean in, trying to decipher the cryptic response. The figure's words feel like riddles, leading them deeper into the enigma that is Leyton Buzzard's history.
Detective Parker: "Can you help us understand the circumstances surrounding Dr. Williams' death? Leyton's involvement, in particular?"
???: "Leyton... he believed the doctor held keys, but the keys were forged in the blood. Missteps, misinterpretations... tragic echoes in a fractured symphony. Leyton's dance led him to a final note.
As the interview continues, the figure's revelations remain veiled in cryptic metaphors. The camera subtly captures the emotions etched on his face without revealing the face of this mysterious patient. He whispers with certainty...
Detective Parker: "The key of blood... Interesting maybe you can elaborate on that?"
???: "In the blood, yes... secrets, curses, they flow like rivers. Williams held threads of fate, tangled and frayed. She had to fade for the tapestry to reveal its truth."
The detectives exchange uneasy glances, realizing that the patient's mind operates in a realm of dark conviction. Jones leans over his whispers barely audible
Officer Jones: "Parker I don't think we are going to get much out of this man, Maybe we could try speaking with one of the orderlies..."
Parker takes a moment, He seems unweary on the decision to move on from question this patient, His stomach tells him it's a good idea to follow this lead but time is of utmost importance, He slams his pen putting the period at the end of his notes.
Detective Parker: "Thank you for your time..."
Officer Jones stands and knocks on the door, Two Orderlies walk into the room as they restrain the tall figure as they lead him out the room...
The fans filter back into the arena from the concessions and merch stands, finding their seats to continue enjoying the holiday supershow. Just when they thought they were about to get treated to another exciting match, though, a trick! Its not more wrestling, its just Bayley!
The "Good Guy" walks out on to the ramp to a decent pop. This is a crowd desperate to see Drew McIntyre square off against Vinny Marseglia in a Resistance throwback match for the ages, but they'll settle for Kyle's step-sister for now. She's notably flying solo tonight, and she's not the happy-go-lucky Bayley you get most weeks, either. Worth mentioning that despite the occasion, she isn't in costume this evening.
Ranallo: We've been told that Bayley requested a few minutes of ring time tonight to address the controversial result of the match between her step-brother and Tyler Breeze at Bad Blood.
Graves: Ugh, do we have to? Can't we just let these goofy Canadians' contracts expire and move on to bigger and better things? By all rights, a once-in-a-lifetime superstar like Tyler Breeze should be vying for championship gold - not stuck putting up with these dorks.
Phillips: Kyle O'Reilly was well on his way to victory when Alexa Bliss got involved and gave Tyler Breeze the big assist to get the win, Corey. If -
Graves: Don't "IF" or the fans watching at home, Phillips, and don't you dare try and tell me that the guy that made his name by blindsiding contenders to pad Larry Sweeney's reign is hard done by because of a little interference. Besides, it was Bayley's job to watch Alexa and she was busy trying to get freaky with Omos, so who's fault is it really?
Ranallo: I imagine we're about to find out.
Bayley climbs in to the ring. She's already got a mic in hand. In case you didn't see it before. She totally does. Earth, Wind and Fire fades out and the crowd clams up so that the Doctor of Huganomics can speak her peace.
Bayley: Okay people, listen up - we've got a looooooooot to talk about and not a lot of time.
She walks around the ring while she speaks, like there's a real bee in her bonnet.
Bayley: But first... I would remiss not to mention what a great job people have done with their costumes this year. I saw a lot of folks out in the line-up coming in some fantastic get-ups. Quite a few Macho Man's - that's a classic. A Danhausen or two, may he rest in peace, and even what I think was a single mom doing her best Hardcore Holly with all her kids dressed up like squashed jobbers. Beautiful stuff.
Let me tell ya, though - there's some good ones backstage in that locker room right now, too. Like LA Knight has the most convincing sex offender outfit I've ever seen. Vinny Marseglia? Spare no expense. The man is covered in spiderwebs and hobo clothes. Its as disgusting as it is horrifying.
Gotta say though, there's one that stands out head and shoulders above the rest...
Bayley: Tyler Breeze...
The fans boo the name drop alone. Bayley spits it out with a mouthful of piss and vinegar, her face all soured up like even just mentioning the guy makes her sick to her stomach.
Bayley: Blegh. I know. Honestly, I hardly recognized him when I saw him, but I suppose that being a model means being able to pull off a lot of looks. You're not gonna believe this, though - right now, right this very moment, he's waltzing around backstage dressed up as somebody who actually - I know this is gonna sound crazy - but his Halloween costume is that he's going as a Guy Who Thinks He's A Better Wrestler Than Kyle O'Reilly! Unbelievable, right?!?!
More hissing and jeering from fans. They're flabbergasted and mortified in equal amounts.
Graves: Yeah, pretty sure Tyler just proved he is, actually, but go off on your cute little tangent.
Phillips: Shhh Corey! Quit trying to silence women you two-timing weekend dad.
The "Good Guy" flips her hair back and goes on.
Bayley: And me... well I'm still so bummed out by the travesty of injustice that went down at Bad Blood that I just couldn't find the heart to celebrate Spooky Day this year. You can't eat your dessert without eating your vegetables, and before I can celebrate anything, there's business to take care of.
Cause I've got this theory that if you ran back Kyle O'Reilly versus Tyler Breeze ninety-nine more times, you'd prove emphatically and definitively what a freak accident fluke that was at Bad Blood. Literally a one percent AT BEST kinda scenario for that ludicrous supermodel prick.
I think its only fair we run it back to find out for sure. Test the ol' hypothesis. Now I don't expect an apology for him and his little hussy pulling a fast one, and I don't expect them not to try to cheat their way to the top all over again. So what do we do? Some mixed-tag team action. Or how about a submission match so you can out exactly how outgunned you are by a real, honest-to-God in-ring tactical master? Anarchy Rulez? Huh? Maybe test your mettle against Kyle in a match he's never lost before? Last Man Standing, Texas Death, Ring of Fire, the Hell in a Cell with dogs, a Transatlantic Trampoline Match, House of Natlav, Two-Outta-Three Falls, Three-Outta-Five Falls, Four-Outta-Seven Hockey Play-off Falls... just name your game, bubba!
She takes a big deep inhale to catch her breath after listing off all those gimmicks then looks directly down the hard cam as she addresses Tyler head-on.
Bayley: Hell, it could even be a runway showdown and Kyle'll beat you at supermodelling too if that's what it takes to put you in your place. Everybody except you and your Breezetourage know what's up. I know it. Kyle knows it. These fans know it. And I think even this boss man EC3 must know it because he gave me the go-ahead to call your ass out tonight with an open contract.
Its Dealer's Choice, Tyler. Tell us what you want for dinner and we'll shove it down your throat. If you're really all that and a bag of potato chips. prove it. And if you're too chicken to come back for seconds, well... aha... that's too damn bad cause we sure aren't done with you yet. Kyle hasn't known a good night's sleep since you screwed him over and I promise you that as of tonight, you're not going to know one either until we get what we want...
Justice.
On that note, Bayley tosses her mic aside. Her tune hits the PA and after levying one last searing glare into the camera, she heads out of the ring and up the ramp.
Phillips: There you have it folks - The O'Reilly's have waged war against the Breezetourage. They want some kind of rematch and they don't care how it happens.
Graves: You don't a crystal ball to figure out how that's gonna turn out for them. And talk about digging your own grave - I don't think I've ever seen anyone set themselves up for failure so pigheadedly in my entire career, and I was around when Jimmy Jacobs was promising to win a world championship.
Ranallo: As much as I'm looking forward to the next chapter in this saga, what interests me the most is that its Bayley - and ONLY Bayley - out here tonight. I can't help but wonder how involved Kyle even was with this decision.
Graves: Probably not at all. He's bee too busy lighting off firecrackers in toilets with Joey Janela to focus on his career lately, the friggin burnout.
Ranallo: Maybe so Corey, maybe so. More exciting action coming soon folks, stay tuned!
Bayley heads backstage and Halloween Havoc rolls on!
Renee: Ladies and gentlemen, here I am with the newly crowned Prime Time Medalist, “Ravishing” Rick Rude.
Rude: Prime Time Medalist…has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I’ve come quite accustomed to being Mr. Prime Time for the majority of my career. Ya know, it is quite a shame about Jamie, however. I mean, I’m also quite accustomed to being disappointed in my encounters with women such as her, but I just feel as if it were far too easy for me to defeat her that night, oh well.
On to bigger and better things; however, the next item on the agenda is to defend this medal at least 5 times in order to cash it in and reclaim my Intercontinental Championship. I am a bit morose; however, I was truly looking forward to taking it from Pockets, himself. That kid sure has a lot of spunk, but who’s to say he won’t have it back by the time I’ve got 5 defenses in on this medal. Either way, the end results will still be the same no matter who is holding that title when I come back to bring it home where it rightfully belongs. Only this time, instead of just being focused on having the longest reign, I will be able to focus on how much more I can accomplish during this run. I’ll weasel may in to the World Title chase, somehow and I’ll nab that championship for myself as well. You see, I’m a bit of a collector….Intercontinental, Television, Prime Time. That just leaves one title up for grabs, as the tag titles are no more. So, I’ve only got one thing left to do before becoming Grand Slam champion.
Renee: So, you’ve obviously got your sights set fairly high, Rick. Next question-
Rude: I’m going to have to stop you right there, Renee. Ya see, I’m taking this night off extremely seriously, as there are about a dozen of Nashville’s finest ladies waiting for Eric and I to return with the booze for one hell of a Halloween party!
Rude walks off as the feed switches back.
What a crazy night we've had so far. As Revolution continues, we head back to the ring, where the commentary team is ready to fill us in on what is next.
Corey Graves: Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been given the pleasure to inform all of you that up next, we have something very special for each and every member of the UWF Universe.
Tom Phillips: What? I was informed of anything special.
Corey Graves: I'm not surprised, Phillips. Half the time, they don't even want to tell you the venue for the next show. But nevertheless, as you can, there is a competitor in the ring, And as I've been told, this young man will be given the opportunity of a lifetime. I'll let Chimel take over from here.
Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, in the ring for our next contest, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 180 pounds, Paul London!
London stands there as he receives little to no reaction.
L...A....Knight!
Mauro Ranallo: What the hell is this?
Corey Graves: You know what it is, Mauro! It's the Million Dollar Megastar!
"Welcome to LA" plays throughout the entire arena and the fans begin to jeer and boo because that music can only mean the arrival of one person. And sure enough, LA Knight comes bursting through the curtain. Surprisingly, he's in his ring gear. He's not slated to compete tonight. Knight stands on the top of the stage and confidently reminds the entire world exactly who he is.
Corey Graves: I know it's close to Halloween but I think we're about to get ourselves an early treat!
Knight marches down towards the ring like a man with purpose. Normally, he climbs to the top rope and throws up the "LA" signal, but not tonight. He stands he walks around ringside towards the timekeeper and grabs a microphone. Knight hops onto the ring apron and enters the ring. He motions for his music to be cut as he walks in a circle around Paul London. As the music fades, the "Million Dollar Megastar" begins to speak.
LA Knight: Let Me Talk To 'Ya!
The crowd groans and moans as LA Knight starts with the usual jargon.
LA Knight: Shut up, a star is talking! Now earlier tonight, L...A....Knight told the world that he was going to come out to this ring and make a statement. And L...A....Knight meant it. He was going to give this kid his 2 minutes of fame and send him back to the gymnasium he was wrestling in yesterday. And speaking of 2 minutes, that's probably how long each and every one of 'ya fat, toothless bastards spend pleasuring 'ya wives. And 'ya wonder why they want to be with the "Million Dollar Megastar". 'Ya don't believe L...A....Knight? Just ask Bayley! Cause not a week goes by where L...A....Knight's name is not on the tip of her tongue. It's the L...A....Knight effect. But luckily for all of 'ya, L...A....Knight wouldn't touch any of 'ya wives with a ten foot pole.
LA Knight: But let's back on track. L...A....Knight fully planned on coming out, putting this jabroni on the Gravy Train back to irrelevance and proving he is still the most dominant force the UWF has to offer. But then it dawned on L...A....Knight. Why should he have all the fun? At Bad Blood, the world was re-introduced to Christopher Adonis. And Chris left WARHORSE unconscious in the middle of this very ring. Hell, L...A....Knight enjoyed that so much....let's replay the footage....
Knight points to the tron, where he see a replay of what happened at the culmination of the Knight/WARHORSE match...
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.
The replay ends.
LA Knight: Now in L...A....Knight's eyes, that's a thing of beauty.
LA Knight: So L...A....Knight thought to himself, Chris earned this at Bad Blood. So tonight, Paul London, 'ya will not be having a match with L...A.....Knight. As a matter of fact, 'ya won't be having a match at all.
Tom Phillips: What? I'm confused.
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips and let the Man of The Hour explain!
Mauro Ranallo: Do you have any integrity?
Corey Graves: Integrity is for suckers!
As the commentary team bickers, we focus back on the ring. Focus is still on LA Knight.
LA Knight: But before we get to the point, L...A....Knight needs two things. First, Tony Chimel, L...A....Knight needs 'ya to get off 'ya fat ass and give L...A....Knight that chair that 'ya sittin' on.
The camera pans to Chimel and he's got that look on his face that screams "What does this have to do with me?"
LA Knight: L....A....Knight said give him the God damn chair or 'ya gonna be the guinea pig!
That's kind of all it took to get Chimel out his seat and he's slide the chair in the ring. Knight nods at Chimel before grabbing and sitting it upright in the center of the ring. London is still in the corner, trying what the hell is going on.
LA Knight: Now L...A...Knight told 'ya there was two steps. That was step one. The second step is introducing the UWF Universe to L...A....Knight's brand new associate. Now, Gutter Trash and Ring Rats, L...A....Knight won't keep 'ya in suspense much longer. Allow L...A....Knight to introduce 'ya to the man the man that's gonna change the game. Allow l...A....Knight to introduce 'ya to a man that is Six foot, four inches tall. He is Two-hundred and sixty-five pounds. He is built out of granite. The Greek Gods wished they had a body like his. Incels and Ring Rats alike, I give to 'ya...The Masterpiece, The Reflection of Perfection....Christopher Adonis....
Knight points to the stage. The lights go out briefly but music then begins to play.
Tom Phillips: Christopher Adonis, the man that viciously assaulted WARHORSE after he earned a he earned victory at Bad Blood.
Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips! Can't you see we're in the presence of even more greatness.
The music continues to play and we see a figure standing in the entrance way. He's down on one knee but eventually rises up and once he does, he begins flexing. As he flexes, pyro begins going off behind him.
Adonis marches down the ramp towards the ring with a stern loon on his face. Adonis steps into the ring and London has a scare look on his face. As the music faces, Knight begins speaking again.
LA Knight: Ladies, Gentlemen and DUMMIES alike, allow me to introduce 'ya to my cohort. This is Christopher Adonis. He is Six, Foot Four. He is Two-Hundred and Sixty Five pounds of muscle. There is nobody in this building that is built better than Christopher Adonis. He is the literal definition of a Masterpiece.
LA Knight: So London...what we're going to do, kid, is something we've dubbed the "Adonis Lock" Challenge. Chris is going to put 'ya in the same hold he put WARHORSE in at Bad Blood and if 'ya can escape, L...A....Knight will give 'ya $50,000. Are 'ya down?
London nods, accepting the terms.
LA Knight: Great. All 'ya gotta go is sit in the chair. Chris is gonna put the Adonis Lock on. 'Ya break out, 'ya $50,000 richer. 'Ya don't? "ya just the first victim.
Mauro Ranallo: This sounds like a trap.
Corey Graves: You're just jealous Mauro, You want the $50,000 for yourself,
London hesitates but he sits down in the planted chair. Knight looks at Adonis and smirks. The game is about to begin.
LA Knight: Paul London, all 'ya have to do right now is hold 'ya arms up. Chris is gonna apply the Adonis Lock and if 'ya break it, 'ya $50,000 richer.
A reluctant Paul London sits on the chair; hoping to get this paper. Adonis gets in position as London sits down.
LA Knight: Jezebels and incels alike, L...A.....Knight gives you the first ever "Adonis Challenge".
And with that....Adonis locks in a Full Nelson on London and starts swinging him around. London fights for dear life. Trying to break the hold, but you can tell he's not strong enough. Ten seconds in and he's already down to a singular knee, In the background, you hear LA Knight.
LA Knight: Come on kid, 'ya got it. It's $50 grand! Let L...A....Knight motivate 'ya!
With that, Knight grabs the chair that London was essentially sitting on and drives it directly into his stomach as Adonis keeps the Adonis Lock on...
Mauro Ranallo: This is disgusting!'
Knight does it a second time, and this time Adonis lets go off the Lock. Knight orders Adonis to hold London up. And when he does, Knight grabs London by the skull and drives him face firs into the mat, delivering the Blunt Force Trauma.
Corey Graves: BFT! And just like LA Knight said, he and Chris Adonis would be standing tall ove....
Before Graves could finish, the music of Mister Money in The Bank cuts him off...
WARHORSE comes running out with the Money in the Bank briefcase in hand.
Mauro Ranallo: Finally here comes someone to stop this!
Tom Phillips: THIS AIN'T JUST SOMEONE JACK! TIME FOR SOME HEAVY METAL JUSTICE!
Knight high tails it out of the ring while Adonis manages to duck a wild swings with the briefcase. He also escapes through the ropes while WARHORSE stares the two men down. Knight brushes the dirt off his shoulder like he's no big deal and just casually walks up the ramp with a smile on his face. WARHORSE checks on London and calls for some help as the show moves on.
The titantron switches from the Halloween Havoc graphic to a live feed from backstage where Kyle O'Reilly and Joey Janela are hanging out. Note that they aren't preparing for a match, taping wrists, stretching, game-planning or warming up - they are Hanging Out. Also notable is that The "Bad Boy" is dressed up in ratty slippers and a tragic blouse and has his hair tied back frantically and is wearing kitchen gloves, per his costume for the annual Double-H Supershow Battle Royal.
KO'R: Oh my gosh, dude - your costume is killer! Haha! I can't believe you're going as YOUR MOM! That's straight up lethal, man!
Kyle is clearly just tickled pink about what a sick burn it is. Joey just grins like he's too cool for school pretty much as he adjusts the get-up a little.
Janela: These spray-tan, nerdburger college athlete types that they called "wrestlers" here in the UWF are so fulla shit, Kyle. Sometimes you just gotta knock 'em down a peg, ya feel me? I thought, what better way to tell them they suck then by dressing up like their own stupid mothers?
KO'R: Yeah man. Classic. Cuh-lassic.
Janela: By the way dude, I've been meaning to tell you - you don't have to say "Gosh" anymore. You're not a six-year-old. You can use the Lord's name in vain. Who cares?
KO'R: Haha, yeah... no... definitely not me. Definitely not me. I'll probably do it later for sure.
Kyle uneasily laughs his way through an uncomfortable situation where his Catholic conscience conflicts with wanting to impress his super cool new friend. Luckily for him, Joey's quick to move on.
Janela: Honestly, Halloween is a stupid baby holiday for fatsos who love candy bars too much and all its good for is showing scary movies to chicks to freak 'em out and make them wanna cuddle up tight in the movie theater... but if putting on a crappy costume and winning some bullshit Battle Royal is what it takes to get EC3 to give me my contract back, that's fine. I just hope he knows that this time next week, I'm gonna be back to Bad Boy Business as its supposed to be.
KO'R: Totally dude. You should totally be signed.
Janela: Like just think about it man - if I had been there for you at Bad Blood, you woulda never lost that match! Even with your step-sister horndogging all over Omos, I'm tellin ya, if I saw that Alexa Bliss chick creepin up behind you, I woulda Superkicked her teeth into the front row. Next thing ya know, you're pinning Tyler Breeze and then you're back in the main event where you belong.
KO'R: Oh for sure. That's exactly what would have happened. Its like... that would have been really great. Cause Tyler Breeze had two partners and I only had one, so obviously the math didn't add up at all.
Joey waves that off with a dishgloved hand.
Janela: Forget about the math! Math is for nerds! The point is we oughta be running this show, a couple of Cool Guys like us. Speaking of...
Joey looks around to make sure nobody is watching them (besides the camera filming this) and once he's positive the coast is clear, he extracts a little somethin' something' from his blouse pocket. Bah Gawd. Its an Open Pack Of Cigarettes~! Kyle's eyes go owl-wide and he gulps big time.
Janela: I know we've talked about this a few times but I feel like you're almost ready for your first cigarette, buddy. Maybe once I win this God Damn Battle Royal we can celebrate, huh?
KO'R: Uh... aha... no... yeah... we uh... we could maybe do that... its just that I... uh... well...
Joey laughs and claps him on that shoulder of his.
Janela: Tell ya what buddy, we'll talk later. I wanna walk around catering a bit and get everyone pissed off about how much like their Mom I like before the match, throw them off their game a little.
KO'R: Psychic warfare? Count me in!
Joey pockets the darts again and the two Cool Guys head off towards catering to cause a ruckus. Halloween Havoc rolls on!
The participating wrestlers begin funneling out of the back and marching down the ramp in their holiday best, which is to say, some mother effing spokified costumes.
Chimel: The following contest is the Third Annual Halloween Battle Royale! All contestants will begin the match in the ring and will be eliminated once they are thrown over the top rope and have both feet touch the arena floor. The final person standing in the ring will be declared the winner!
The ol' squared circle fills up fast, its foundations creaking like the floorboards of a haunted house under the weight of most of the roster plus a few special guests for the occasion. Once the last of them has stepped through the ropes, the ringside Official calls for the bell!
DING DING
The bell sounds off like the spooky chiming of spooky church bells, not like the regular chiming of regular church bells.
Chaos ensues!
Look, you've seen the start of a Battle Royale before. You know the deal. Its absolute bedlam. Its textbook tumultuousness. Disarray be definition. Its havoc... Halloween Havoc. There are bodies everywhere going every which way and what's more is that they're all in costumes. The laymen is left gobsmacked by the overwhelming spectacle of it all, while even the eagle-eyed smart mark struggles to figure out what's happening.
Its sensory overload. There's too much. Its like the Denny's menu - how can the mortal mind consume, much less comprehend such a generous bounty?
Graves: So who the hell do we even have in this thing?
Ranallo: Alphabetically?
Graves: Sure. I guess? Can I have it any other way or -
Ranallo: Batista, Curry Man, Eddie Guerrero, El Generico, Elton Prince, Jinder Mahal Joey Janela, Kit Wilson, La Luchadora, The Miz, Samil Singh, Solo SIkoa and Sanir Singh.
Graves: Howawfully meticulous.
Phillips: Ooooh... unlucky thirteen!
Graves: Have you been counting this whole time?
What Mauro's list failed to communicate was that even though only one person (odds are a man, but we'll say person) can win this thing, there are some teams in there. Obviously Generico and Luchadora are thick as thieves, but promotional debutants Pretty Deadly are also here as a unit, while Jinder Mahal has the advantage with two lackeys at his side.
Or so you would tthink!
Cause see, the so-called numbers advantage has proved to be a numbers disadvantage when everyone who didn't bring a partner bands together to take on the folks who tried to stack the deck. Batista levels the Bollywood Boyz - dressed as 3MB - with a clothesline on either side while Jinder is shoved over a jumpsuit-clad, knife-wielding Curry Man by way of Eddie Guerrero dropkick.
Mahal collides with Luchadora, knocking her down. Generico can't help on account of he just got taken out by an oldschool Mizard of Oz courtesy the former Intercontinetnal Champ. Miz then sets his sights on the blonder of the Pretty Deadly's, giving up the easy elimination of the Pale Luchador to provide an assist to Solo Sokoa who is being double-teamed by the Zoolander'd up tandem. Not that the Samoan needs the help, though, because no sooner does Miz get over there than Roman's enforcer swats the snazzy Brits away like flies.
Miz stares down Solo and stares him down right back. The crowd buzzes. This could be the A-Lister's chance to get back in the company, but Gosh, that's a big ol' scary ol' son of a gun standing across from him. That intimidating Polynesian reaches out and grabs Miz's shades off his face and crushes them in his hand, wanting to look his meal in the eyes before feeding time.
"Those were five hundred dollar sunglass, asshole" says The Miz before somehow doing the splits and punching Solo right in his where his dick is!
Phillips: He did the thing from the movie!
Ranallo: Shout out to Linden Ashby who I'm sure is watching at home.
Solo doubles over, his Chucky costume doing nothing to protect him from a blatant lowblow. Miz gets up and turns around to find out he's part of a crowd about to be on the receiving end of a crossbody from Eddie! A bunch of the guys go down like a sack of potatoes! In fact, the only one standing in the ring is a guy who snuck out to the floor under the bottom rope when the bell rang.
Its Joey Janela, and he's dressed up as Your Mom, and he's Ultimo Hombre in a squared circle full of downed opponents. The "Bad Boy" smirks from ear to ear. He's in the driver's seat now, and he's about to run roughshod over -
Hey wait a sec! Here come the Bollywood Boyz! Those 3MB looking sons of guns, the least likely of threats go after him like mistletoe to Balder and toss him out together while he's totally unawares!
JOEY JANLEA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY SAMIR AND SUNIL SINGH
Ranallo: So much for those grand ambitions or reigniting his UWF career.
Phillips: That guy is like bad foot fungus, Mauro. I doubt we've seen the last of him.
Joey slinks off, dejected and pissed as all heck. But back up in the ring, life goes on. Luchadora smacks Elton Prince across the gob with a forearm and then dumps Jinder with an impressive Mexploder to fight her way back to her partner. She helps Generico to his feet and Sami's goons proceed to level a recovering Guerrero with a double clothesline. La then points towards Batista, suggesting they take him out next. Generico is about to follow after her to do so but then gets yanked back and tossed clean over the top by Curr Man by surprise!
EL GENERICO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY CURRY MAN
He does a little dance or whatever the heck his deal is. Luchadora shuts that nonsense down pronto with a running boot to his masked face. She's not happy about seeing her partner go down like that, and yells at him to get back in the ring and get back to work.
Phillips: Wait, what? That's not allowed!
Graves: Why not?
Ranallo: It would be dishonorable, but its technically permissible.
Graves: So what's the big deal then?
Its not a bad plan. Surely one concocted by Sami Zayn. They might have even done something similar at the Rumble. Who knows? And who can even check without having their computer crashed by way of thirty youtube videos uploading simultaneously? You'' notice this Battle Royale only had one youtube video.
Anyway, Generico doesn't even have the chance to climb back on the apron cause Batista, who got left in the rear view, comes up and snags Luchadora from behind, scoops her into prime position and then Batista Bomb's her right on top of her fell lucha libre'r, taking her out of the contest and her pal out of commission.
LA LUCHADORA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY BATISTA
Graves: Ooof! Big statement by Batista. You know the only thing stopping him from coming back and dominating this show again is his busy Hollywood schedule, right?
Ranallo: Of course. He could have had the title shot at Final Battle but audiences worldwide were dying to see Stuber 2, so, naturally, duty called.
Phillips: Just glancing at your notes here Mauro, it says that Batista has the record for not once but also twice racking up five consecutive eliminations in the Royal Rumble.
Ranallo: That's right you shameless rubber-necker. If past is prelude, Big Dave is just getting started.
How's The Animal supposed to rack up more frags, you might wonder, once Solo Sikoa tackles that son of a gun clean through the ropes by way of Spear? The both of the big fellas crash into the arena floor, although they aren't eliminated, because again, they only went through the middle.
Not so far away, The Miz enlists the Pretty Deadly's to help him take on Jinder and his gaggle of thugs, who are gameplanning in the far corner. Tragically, The Miz is betrayed by his new friends just as he's leading them into battle, with the taller one pulling him back and attempting to throw him over the top. The A-Lister catches himself on the top rope and skins the cat. Kit Wilson aims to finish the job except oh no, here comes Eddie Guerrero with another dropkick! His boots smash into Wilson's face and over he goes as Miz holds the top rope down!
KIT WILSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY EDDIE GUERRERO AND THE MIZ
Ranallo: Nice move by Eddie, and also we would to extend our congratulations to him and Eve Torres on the birth of their child, which, regrettably, happened off-camera some time ago, apparently.
Graves: What's his costume supposed to be anyway? A wrestler that's still relevant in this day and age?
Sick burn Corey, you heartless jerk. Obvious Elton Prince isn't happy about Eddie doing that so he superkicks him right in the face. That's a move he probably does, and if he doesn't, Bah Gawd, he nails it on his first try here tonight. Miz climbs back into the ring and takes one, too. Prince is on fire! Here comes Curry Man looking for trouble and brother, he finds it, cause that's three consecutive Superkicks and the third time must be the charm cause it knocks that Michael Myers looking dude loopy enough for Prince to ditch him clear over the top!
CURRY MAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY ELTON PRINCE
Miz crawls back into the ring. Eddie's getting back to his feet, nursing a smashed up jaw while a fired-up Prince is looking to take on all comers. Just when it seems the three of them are on a collision course, they catch Jinder and The Bollywood Boyz standing across the ring and realize that if they don't live together, they'll die alone, just like the Cast of Lost. Putting their differences aside and celebrating what connects them, Guerrero, Prince and Miz meets the 3MB Reunion Tour in the center of the ring and start trading blows.
On the outside there is also action! The Big Bois are playing shot for shot. Just as Batista hammers Solo with a huge punch, the Samoan fires back with one of his own. The Hollywood Animal ain't about to risk too much damage to his money maker. He calls for his old lackey Miz to come give him a hand but Miz is back to being a solo act now so he pretend he can't hear him I guess. Plus he's busy with Jinder.
Anyway, Solo goes for a Samoan Spike but Big Dave swats that away and then kinda half-Spear half-shoulder blocks the dude into the ring apron. Sikoa winces and while his guard is down, Batista grabs his arm to whip him into the ring post. Solo counters and does that exact same thing to Batista instead, ringing his bell against the hard steel post and then whipping him all over again except this time into the barricade.
Ranallo: Solo Sikoa is an absolute monster! Not many men can go toe-to-toe with The Hollywood Animal!
Graves: Even outside the ring, he might be the smart pick to win this whole match. The Tribal Chief wouldn't have anyone besides an absolute killer as his enforcer. Don't sleep on Solo Sikoa.
Eddie's got the crowd going wild as he Three Amigo's Samil into smithereens. Prince has laid out his brother in the corner and since come over to help Miz in dumping Jinder over the top rope. They get the dude up and over only for Mahal to land on the apron and latch himself on to that bottom rope with a death grip. Elton's ready to get down and dirty and pry him off, leaving him wide open for a stab in the back from the former Intercontinental Champ and also Tag Team legend and 2014 Slammy Award Winner. The Miz tosses the alliance out the window and Elton over the top.
ELTON PRINCE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY THE MIZ
The crowd gasps, but they shouldn't be surprised cause that guy has always been a dirt bag. That said, Miz also shouldn't be surprised when karma hits him like a Samoan hitting from behind, which is exactly what happens when Solo rolls back in the ring and blindsides him clear over the top with a lariat!
THE MIZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY SOLO SIKOA
Ranallo: They're dropping like flies now!
Phillips: You need to have eyes in the back of your head in a match like this. And also the front. And the sides, too.
Tom's right, but nobody dressed up as the Eye Guy from Power Rangers this year. They would have been unstoppable. Instead, its Solo in his Chucky costume who's messing fools up. Jinder attempts to crawl into the ring unnoticed by notice him Solo does. He picks Mahal up and biel tosses him into a nearby turnbuckle, punctuating what was already a substantial impact with a running splash.
Eddie runs over to take on this new threat but takes a nasty uppercut for his troubles. Solo proceeds to launch the lucha legend and new father into the opposite corner, and then obviously polishes him off with a Stinger Splash, too. Wouldn't you know it, the Singh Bros are recovering in the remaining corners so it only makes sense that they get splashed, too.
Sunil gets smushed but Sumir has the good sense to dip out of harms way in the nick of time. As such, Solo takes a chest full of turnbuckle uninterrupted and that sucks for him cause it hurts a lot. Even though they all just got crushed, the winded boys in the ring combine their effort to converge on Solo and together they're able to get the lummox over the the tops and then over the top!
SOLO SIKOA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY EDDIE GUERRERO, JINDER MAHAL AND THE BOLLYWOOD BOYZ!
Eddie ain't about to let himself get tripled up on by these fellas, either. Just as soon as they have Solo out of the picture, he reaches down and sauces them Bollywood Boyz right out there with him!
THE BOLLYWOOD BOYZ HAVE BEEN ELIMIANTED BY EDDIE GUERRERO
The crowd is going nuts! Eddie's on fire! And then he's a man in a chokehold! An irate Jinder wraps him up tight in a Cobra Klutch so he can hit his finisher. The Kolos or whatever, I ain't googling it to find out.
Ranallo: Eddie Guerrero is in big trouble!
Graves: Try sneaking your way out of this one, Eddie!
Its actually not that hard Corey. Everyone knows that a proper luchador can convernt any standing submission into a rolling armdrag and that's exactly what Eddie does to escape. He's got Mahal tumbling head over heals. Jinder's quick to recover, and quicker still to retaliate. The proves to be his downfall, however, cause when he rushes in, Eddie dips down and Biiiiiig Back Body Drops that sucker up and over!
JINDER MAHAL HAS BEEN ELIMIANTED BY EDDIE GUERRERO!
The fans erupt even louder! Problem is, The Bollywood Boyz are back with a vengeance. They slide into the ring and start to beat down Eddie, doing all their hardest and harshest moves on the guy before putting the boots to him.
Phillips: What a bunch of poor sports!
Graves: Eddie's motto is "Lie, Cheat, Steal". He isn't a good person, he's a bad one, and bad things happen to bad people, Phillips.
Jinder eventually comes back up into the squared circle to participate, but just when its about to get real ugly...
The LWO arrive on the scene to save the day! Rey Mysterio, Santos Escobar and Zelina Vega sprint down the ramp to even the odds. And who's that at the head of the ramp? Its Eve Torres with her and Eddie's baby in arms! What a moment!
Zelina and Santos have no trouble dispatching The Bollywood Boyz. Jinder takes a run at Mysterio, learning nothing from last time. He ends up on the wrong side of a hurricanrana then sends him through the ropes all over again. The LWO ain't about to risk these guys coming back for more so they pursue them out to the floor and then into the crowd, running them clear outta town.
This match ain't done yet, though. Eddie's getting back to his feet on wobbly legs, bruised and battered. He turns around to see Batista climbing into the ring looking a lot fresher than him.
Ranallo: That's right, folks. Batista is still in this thing, and after that beatdown Eddie just went through, I'm not sure he has what it takes to handle the Hollywood Animal.
Phillips: I think Big Dave was just biding his time on the outside waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Graves: Oh so now you're hating on guys for having good game plans too?
Batista smirks cause he knows he's got this thing in the bag. Eddie sighs heavy, but then, out of the corner of his eye, spots his baby and babymama and feels rejuvinated! Too bad he gets Speared in half by Batista anyway. Dang.
Big Dave scrapes whatever's left of Eddie off the canvas and hoists him up into Batista Bomb position, deciding to dispose of him in the most brutal fashion possible. He strolls to the ropes and lets loose, sending Eddie down to the arena floor...
EDDIE COUNTERS WITH THE HEADSCISSORS TAKEOVER~!
The cocky Batista is caught off balance and sent crashing out of the ring while Guerrero manages to just barely catch himself on the ropes!
BATISTA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY EDDIE GUERRERO!
DING DING
THE WINNER OF THE THIRD ANNUAL HALLOWEEN HAVOC BATTLE ROYALE...
EDDIE GUERRERO!
Eddie's music hits and the place comes friggin unglued for the feelgood win of the year. Eve and Eddie Junior rush down to celebrate in the ring with Papi and are soon joined by the rest of the LWO too.
Ranallo: Incredible! In what might be his biggest win since his days as International Champion, Eddie Guerrero has won the Halloween Havoc Battle Royale, joining the likes of Eddie Kingston and Edge!
Phillips: For anyone who wrote this legend off, rest assured, he's still got some gas in the tank, and you had better believe he'll be asking for big things coming off a win like this!
Eddie and his family and the LWO continue to celebrate as Halloween Havoc rolls on!
The arena suddenly goes dark as the titantron lights up with a video. It seems to be being recorded with a handheld video camera, the camera is focused on a box that is locked with chains, suddenly a garbled voice speaks.
Voice: I thought I could lock up my past. Keep it imprisoned and try to change the man who I was and become something different. Someone new.
On the titantron bloody imagery and cut up hands would flash up.
Voice: For a while it worked. I became a changed man and found a new lease on my life, my career. The thing is while these changes may seem good at the time, eventually something breaks and the clock resets.
The titantron then cuts to an hourglass running out
Voice: When the clock resets however, it allows you to go back to the beginning and realize were things went wrong and for me it went wrong when I tried to be something I wasn't. When I tried to deny my true nature, the nature that led me to success.
The titantron would then flash up with the prime time medal and Intercontinental Championship.
Voice: That change cost me everything that I worked my ass off for and always at the back of my head I knew it was a bad decision but no more bad decisions. Its time I took my fate back into my own hands.
A figure would walk onto screen and look at the locked chest. Pulling out a pair of bolt cutters, they would cut the chains off the chest and open it up. As they do a heartbeat begins to be heard. The figure then closes the chest and picks it up, carrying it off. The titantron would then fade as the heartbeat fades out.
As the capacity UWF crowd awaits what’s next, suddenly the lights go out. After a moment of silence, a familiar voice is heard over the PA system.
”REVERE ME.
FEAR ME.”
As soon as these words are spoken, somber guitar music begins to play as the lights come up to a dark blue hue with smoke covering the stage.
As the vocals of, “Broken Needle” by Marilyn Manson begin, out walks Vinny Marseglia with his axe in his right hand resting on his shoulder as he takes a look to the end of the ramp and into the ring before beginning his walk down it.
Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is the, “Horror King”, Vinny…Marseglia!
As the introduction concludes, Vinny stops at the bottom of the ramp, lowering his axe to his side as he climbs up onto the ring apron and then steps through the ropes. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle and, with one swift swing, buries the axe in the turnbuckle pad before leaping down and getting ready for the match ahead.
As the sound of metal clashing echoes around the building, “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek starts to play and out from behind the curtain steps the reigning UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. With the title belt strapped around his waist, The Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp and after taking a moment to stop and look at the ground, he tilts his head up and raises both fists in sync with two fire pyrotechnics either side of him.
Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!
The master of the Claymore walks down the ramp and upon reaching the end makes a turn towards the steel ring steps. After taking a brief pause, he smacks the top of them with his open right hand, not once, but twice, before climbing up and entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside, McIntyre heads for the opposite turnbuckle, climbs to the top rope, unclips the title and perches for a moment before raising it high into the air with his right hand. As more fire pyro goes off from the stage, McIntyre dropping back down to the mat and unclips his ring coat with his spare hand in anticipation for the upcoming contest to begin.
VS
DING DING DING
The bell rings and both men stare each other down. The crowd is on their feet for this meeting of titans. They cautiously approach each other, both men giving the other at least some respect for their respective dominance. Vinny makes the first move and decks Drew right in the face. McIntyre keeps his head turned and slowly looks back at Vinny with a smile. He tells him to do it again but Marseglia doesn't bother getting into a swinging contest with someone bigger than him. He instead knees him in the gut and starts clubbing his back. Drew pushes him away but Vinny runs right back at him. He's got his arm stretched out for a Clothesline but Drew just takes his head off instead with a Big Boot! He looks down at Vinny and gives him some words but all it does is make Marseglia pop back up and get right in his face.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like both men are really out to prove their worth.
Corey Graves: The two biggest egos in UWF history but I think I gotta go with McIntyre here because he doesn't use cheap tricks like Vinny.
Vinny ends up grabbing Drew's face with both hand and just burrows his thumbs into his eye sockets! Drew shoves him back hard so that he falls onto his back but he just rolls back up to his feet. The UWF Champ is blinded as he grabs at his eyes. Vinny runs right back at him and Clotheslines him over the ropes but Drew hangs on. He still can't see but his long reach is able to grab Vinny and hold him in place. He lifts him, up to Suplex him to the outside but Vinny ends up twisting and landing on the apron next to Drew. He gives him a few elbow shots to the ribs to hunch him down a bit before he a delivers a Swinging Neckbreaker on the apron! He rolls Drew back to the middle of the ring and slides in after him to make the pin.
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McIntyre kicks out! Marseglia waste no time in bringing him back up to a vertical base and gives him a Headbutt that sends him scrambling to the corner. Vinny runs over and gives him a Corner Forearm Smash and then proceeds to put the boots to him. He gets Drew down to a seated position and just starts to choke him out with his boot. The fans cheer him on as the ref pulls him away as he risks disqualification if he continues.
Corey Graves: Look at these clown cheering this guy for his blatant bending of the rules. Weren't they just cheering for Drew at Bad Blood? Fickle!
Mauro Ranallo: Make no mistake about it, these fans were only rooting for him because of how much they hate Sami Zayn but he's done some real reprehensible things.
Vinny comes back and pulls Drew out of the corner and throws him to the ropes. McIntyre hangs on and so the Horror King rushes at him but Drew hits back with a Big Boot! Marseglia doesn't go down, instead staggers back to the ropes but he bounces right off them and runs back at Drew only this time getting caught with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Rather then slip his knee out from under him, he presses down on Vinny's chin and leg to bend his back, trying to break him in half. The former UWF Champion is in a precarious position with no way out due to Drew's size and strength. Vinny does the next best thing and manages to grab Drews' hand by his chin and push it slightly up so he can bite down on his hand! Drew releases the hold and walks away holding his hand. Vinny runs at him but eats a Glasgow Kiss for his troubles! He's knocked out and Drew makes the pin!
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Marseglia kicks out! Drew brings him back up and takes him over to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. Marseglia turns around and Drew picks him up, seating him on the top rope. He climbs up there along with him and sets him up for a Superplex but Vinny fights back with some shots to the ribs and Headbutts Drew off. The UWF Champion lands on his feet and simply walks away and turns back only to get botted in the face. He turns away from the impact but Vinny wraps his legs around him and falls back over the ropes, choking Drew out with his legs. The Destroyer ain't going to just take that shit though. He grabs onto his legs and manages to pull Vinny away from the ropes and bring him to the center of the ring where he uses his power to hoists him over and deliver a Reverse Alabama Slam! Vinny's face gets planted into the mat and Drew turns him over, putting his forearm right in his face as a show of disrespect as the ref drops down to make the count.
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Marseglia kicks out!
Tom Phillips: Looks like Marseglia is seeing stars after that one.
Mauro Ranallo: I didn't think he could be anymore loopy but we may need someone to adjust the loopy meter!
Corey Graves: ... What the fuck are you talking about?
Drew leans down and starts hammering away at Vinny with some closed fists which draws the ire of the ref. One quick look to him backs him off though, similar to the effect Vinny has on refs. He grabs the Horror King by his dirty dreads and brings him in for the double underhook. Vinny can sense trouble and rushes forward to tackle him into the corner. There he gives him repeated Shoulder Thrusts and then stands up to deliver some good old fashioned Axe Edge Chops. This just pisses off The Destroyer who retaliates with a chop of his own sending Vinny back a few paces. He follows that up with a Big Boot but Marseglia ducks it. Drew turns around and falls victim to the Jump Scare! Marseglia hooks both legs for the deep cover!
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McIntyre kicks out! Vinny jumps on him and now it's him pummeling the champ. He backs off after a 4 count though and instead goes out to the apron. He climbs to the top rope and gets himself situated but on the outside he sees The Butcher come out from the back. The ref sees this and tells Lee to go to the back but while he's doing that, Trevor Lee shows up and throws Vinny off the top and he tries to catch himself but ends up landing neck first on the top rope! He turns around choking only to see Drew take off and hit him with the Claymore! Drew makes the pin and yells at the ref to get his attention.
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Drew McIntyre!
Lee and The Butch happily make their way up the ramp. Drew sees the two and realizes what happened. He shrugs and turns away to have the ref hand him his title but he's cut in half with a Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: Good God what a Spear!
Tom Phillips: Looks like the mutual respect that was shown to kick off the night is now out the window!
Corey Graves: Good! I want to see these two beat the holy hell out of each other!
Roman stands over the champion and picks up the UWF Championship. He lifts it up high, letting everyone know what's coming as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
Credits
Yuta vs Breeze - Gunn
Halloween Battle Royal - Fauche
Caleb vs Balor, Vinny vs McIntyre - Danny