Revolution 11/2/23

[Danny]

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



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves. We've got a big show tonight including-




The arena goes dark and the titantron lights up once again with that handheld camera footage, again focusing on the chest which is now lying open, the heartbeat being heard by all now. The figure from last week drags a steel chair onto screen and sits on it. In their hand is a beating heart.


Voice: You know coming back here and the memories start flooding back. I'd thought I'd come back and things would go back to normal but that's the thing, I don't want things to go back to normal.


The figure would look down at the heart.


Voice: I want to go back to the man that was feared. That when you heard me coming down the corridor you'd run the opposite way. I want to be the man again who cut a path of blood and scars to what he wanted, not just some follower of a snake oil salesman with a 5 dollar smile.





A picture of a diamond would pop up on the screen.


Voice: Nah screw that shit, it's time to get back in business folks and trust me when I say, it's going to be bloody, I'd bet it all on this Blackheart of mine that once its all said and done people are once again going to fear the name…..


The arena would suddenly light up and in the middle of the ring would be a familiar figure.





Tommaso Ciampa: Of Tommaso Ciampa.


The lights would go off again and when they come back up Ciampa would be gone, the only thing left in the ring being the beating Blackheart.




We go backstage where The Mighty Caleb stands with the UWF Television Championship belt in his hands, he has a wide grin on his face, proud of his achievements before he raises the title in the air.



The Mighty Caleb: Finally after arriving in this realm I have claimed my first prize!... the UWF Television Championship. A mighty offering which pleases the Gods no doubt. Those Gods shined most favourably on The Mighty Caleb this past week in the Revolution Realm. The odds were not in The Mighty Caleb's favour but when are they ever?. The band of rogues known as The Mafia played their numbers game and tried to use it to their advantage. They tried to foil The Mighty Caleb. They tried to deny The Mighty Caleb this mighty prize but The Mighty Caleb has allies in this realm. Not only with all of my Shieldmates who chant SKAL!... every week to power the strength of The Mighty Caleb... but also it seems among the many warriors of the Revolution Realm, The Mighty Caleb has found a friend in the most orange of mighty warriors... Orange Cassidy. Indeed if not for my citrus loving friend... perhaps The Mighty Caleb may have fallen victim to the pack of scavenging wolves but on the night justice was served and The Mighty Caleb stands before you the new champion of the Television Realm. 

Caleb looks at the title before placing it over his shoulder. 

The Mighty Caleb's education in the Television Realm is just beginning, indeed I have been told by my Shieldmates that there are many great pieces of entertainment, plays and music which come out of a bright and colourful glass screen - The Mighty Caleb has no such thing in his realm but I am becoming acquainted with this realms technology, but I will never be as well versed in the technology is this realm as I am with the simple tools of my own, the axe, the sword, the spear... and most importantly the fists and boots which crush my enemies before me. And it is these tools which have served me well in my time here in the Revolution Realm and now I have my first glory. But The Mighty Caleb never rests, the Gods never cease their callings for conquest and The Mighty Caleb knows no direction other than forward in search of battle and in search of glory... and I know that I have Finn Balor's number... and Finn Balor has another prize that The Mighty Caleb would like to claim... the Intercontinental Championship...

The Mighty Caleb looks ponderous - perhaps thinking of holding another belt on his other shoulder before he continues.

The Mighty Caleb knows the path to the Intercontinental Championship is through the Prime Time Medal - the way in which you earn your opportunity and in due time The Mighty Caleb will claim this prize and believe The Mighty Caleb - I wish to claim this prize soon... but let us not get ahead of ourselves. The Mighty Caleb plans to be a fighting champion - I will fight any and all comers, any warriors who wish to test their might against The Mighty Caleb. This belt is more than just a trinket, more than spoils of war - it's a status - a champion, one of the best and The Mighty Caleb wishes to prove his might in battle as often as possible. Tonight The Mighty Caleb tests his might alongside the great Chieftain of the Revolution Realm, the UWF Champion himself Drew McIntyre and we do battle against a familiar foe of The Mighty Caleb... 'The Colossus' Bronson Reed and a great annoyance to many a man, Sami Zayn. Perhaps Drew might think that The Mighty Caleb has one eye on his title... and perhaps Caleb does wish to claim the UWF Title in due course but tonight I only have one plan and it is to crush our enemies, vanquish The Colossus once again and prove the might of the Television Champion once again!... SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAAAAL!

Caleb raises the Television Title up into the air as he pounds his fist before we go elsewhere. 






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


OWWWW...SIMPLY RAVISHING



"Whatta Man" By Salt n Peppa blares throughout the arena as the fans erupt into boos. Eric Bischoff steps out onto the stage, pointing to his devilish grin and then pointing out to the fans, showing that he truly cares how much they adore him.



Bischoff sidesteps out of the way of the entrance stage and begins bowing over and over towards the curtain as "Ravishing" Rick Rude slowly steps out onto the entrance stage with an arrogant smirk, soaking in all the hate from the crowd.



Halfway to the ring, Rude stops to flirt with a beautiful woman in the front row. He starts to open up his robe for her as she reaches over the barricade, but he steps back and closes his robe, laughing in her face as security pulls her back over the barricade. He blows a kiss to her and keeps walking.

Rude steps onto the first steps of the ring steps and looks to a male fan who is shouting his distaste for him. Rude exchanges insults with this fan before wiping the sweat from his brow and flinging it at the fan. Rude motions for the referee to part the ropes for him out of respect. Rude enters the ring and hands off his Prime Time Medal while Tony does the announcing.


Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall and is for the Prime Time Medal! Introducing first, the Challenger, from El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero!

The crowd goes nuts for Eddie while he flashes a coy smile at the hard cam.

Chimel:And his opponent, from Robbinsdale, Minnesota accompanied by Eric Bischoff...weighing in at a "Ravishing" 240 pounds... the Prime Time Medalist,"Ravishing" Rick Rude!

All that love they UWF Universe was showing takes a sharp U-turn once Rude takes center stage. Such is life. Anyway, Chimel bails and the combatants return to their corners. After ensuring they're both good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


"LETS GO EDDIE" chants ripple up around the building the second that bell sounds. While never taking his eyes off of his opponent, Guerrero pumps his fist in time with the crowd's words, letting the people know that he hears them. While neither his baby mama Eve or the LWO are at ringside tonight, he's got all the support he needs with the UWF Universe there. Rude, conversely, only has one fan on his six - Easy E is trying to shout over the crowd at his boy, telling Rick not too let the fanfare heading in the other direction get to him.

The Prime Time Medalist doesn't even look a little bit bothered by the opinion of the audience. He's as cool and confident as it gets as he closes the gap to get this match started. Guerrero meets him in the center of the squared circle, offering a hand for a classic Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. The cocksure Prime Time Medalist gladly excepts the invite for a test of strength, and after locking up his right hand to Eddie's left, he puts forth the other to get both hands engaged.

Once they are, it takes the record-breaking former Intercontinental Champion no time at all to impose his size advantage, backing Guerrero down to a knee. Eddie commits to the momentum going against him, though, rolling on to his back and pulling Rick in that direction. The Ravishing One loses his balance, at which point Eddie plants two boots in his midsection to Monkey Flip him over.


Ranallo: Nice counter by Eddie! That will have to be the strategy going against a bigger opponent like Rick Rude - use that speed to keep him off-kilter.

Phillips: Guerrero is coming off a huge win last week at Halloween Havoc. If he can just -

Graves: Don't get your hopes up, Cole. Rick Rude is a dream killer. How many times have we see him knock bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed contenders down a peg?

Ranallo: Fair point Corey, but Eddie isn't an unexperienced rookie. The man is a former International Champion.

Graves: And he's fooled himself and these fans into thinking there's a lot more tread on the tires than there actually is. One lucky night doesn't mean he's back in his prime.

Phillips: Just out of curiosity, who was it that Eddie beat for that International Title back in the day?

Graves: Shut up Phillips! I'm trying to pay attention to the match!


Rude splats down on the canvas but recovers quickly. Eddie's up to his feet even faster. Rick rushes in at him a little too confidently and gets caught for it, with Guerrero pulling him back down to the mat with a snappy arm drag. The Prime Time Medalist hustles right back up to his feet only to get knocked into the ropes by an impossibly sudden dropkick from the lucha libre legend.

Bouncing off of the cables, the Ravishing One comes out swinging, aiming to give his opponent a new hair cut with a homerun lariat. Guerrero clocks it coming a mile away and ducks under the arm. He then drops down behind Rude and snags a leg to bring him down with a Schoolboy Pin! The Referee slides in to makes the count...



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Rude powers out at two! When he's trying to find his footing, however, Eddie sweeps his feet out from underneath him and hooks a leg fast to try for another flash pin. The Ref is still right there to count it...



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Phillips: Eddie looking to steal it again!



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Ranallo: Does he have it?


Nope! Rude powers out just in time to break the count, pie-facing the eager contender off and away from him while he rolls away the floor for a powder. Eric Bischoff hurries around to that side of the squared circle to confer with his partner, readjusting the gameplan as The Prime Time Medalist's facade cracks a little bit of flustered slips through.

Guerrero offers no quarter. After all, there's no time-outs in wrestling, brother. The LWO member sees a landing pad ready and waiting for him on the outside and doesn't hesitate to go for it. Springing to his feet, Eddie runs across the ring and vaults himself over the top rope once he gets there, landing the stunned Rude and Bischoff with a Tope Con Hilo!


Ranallo: Look at Eddie go! He's operating on another level out here!

Graves: That maniac just attacked Eric Bischoff! Fine him! Put him in cuffs!


There are bodies strewn around the ringside area. Eddie stands up, nursing his back a little bit before the roar of the crowd gets him back in the zone. There's a Medal to win here - he can worry about that sore back later.

The Official is starting up a ten count, and obviously he can't walk away with the desired prize if it goes down like that, so Guerrero elects to take the action back to the ring. Rude's mostly dead weight now, giving the former International Champ a hard time in hoisting up. Just as he gets the guy to his feet, he comes too, and before Eddie knows what's up, Rick finally gets some offense in by whipping his opponent towards the turnbuckle.

Eddie's head bounces off the hard steel post with a thud. As he stumbles back, Rude clobbers him from behind with a lariat to the back of the head that flattens him to the ground.


Phillips: Rude is resorting to any means necessary now that he's seen how game Eddie Guerrero is. He made it clear that he didn't consider Eddie to be a threat to is his reign with the Prime Time Medal - these desperate measures make me think that he realizes what a mistake that was now.

Graves: Eddie crossed the line first, Phillips. Rude is just fighting fire with fire.


The Referee hits a five on his ten count. Most nights, Rick might be content to win the match by count-out, but Guerrero's pissed him off enough that he feels a hard lesson in manners is warranted. Peeling the legend from El Paso off of the ground, Rude then rolls him under the ropes and promptly joins him back up in the ring.

Guerrero is up on his hands and knees when Rude gets through the ropes. He brings him down with an elbow drop across the traps. That's not enough to get a deciding pin yet and Rick knows it, so instead, he pulls Eddie up off the ground and shows off his strength and physique by elevating him with a Military Press.


Graves: My God... just look at the abs on this man.

Ranallo: Right up there with Johnny Morrison's, I say.

Graves: Are you kidding me? It isn't even close.

Phillips: I think there are too many. Abs, I mean. On Rick Rude, I mean. He looks like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

Ranallo: Which one?

Phillips: They all have the same body, Mauro. Its just the headbands and the weapons that are different.

Phillips: I'd give anything to be sharing a booth with Heenan or Ventura. Hell, I'd settle for Striker. Anything but this.


Rude keeps Eddie up there for as many as twenty seconds. When's the last time you held anything over your head for that long? Even if it isn't that heavy, its hard to do. As stunning as the feat is, the finish is clumsy and unconcerned, with Rick simply dumping Guerrero down on to the mat with a slam. His body bounces off the canvas and Rude drops down to make a cover...



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Eddie kicks out in time! Rude chastises the Referee but the man's not about to change his call.

Shaking his head, irked, Rick gets back up and does a quick check on Eric, who's still recovering on the floor. Rude decides its time to finish this one off for good now and goes back to pick Eddie off the canvas. He elevates the Contender by the scruff of the neck but not sooner is Eddie up than Rude finds a knee driven into those picture-perfect abs!

The Ravishing One doubles over as Eddie applies a front headlock. From there, with a tremendous heave, Guerrero brings him up and over with a massive suplex! The ring rattles from the impact and the crowd goes nuts!


Phillips: Guerrero hits the suplex and he isn't letting go any time soon!

Ranallo: Looks like Eddie is going to introduce Rick to his Three Amigos!


Rolling over with the headlock still on tight, Eddie pulls a wobbled Rude up with him and executes a second suplex to the delight of the capacity crowd. They start to chant his name again as he revs up the engine to make it a hat trick.

Guerrero rolls on more time, climbs to his feet, takes a deep breath and pops those hips to bring his opponent up and over for one more suplex. But somehow, someway, Rick lands on his feet on the other side with a high bridge. Eddie is caught off guard, even more so when Rick slips his head out of his grip, readjusts and applies his own hold.


Ranallo: Rude with the counter!

Graves: He's going for the Rude Awakening!


Corey's right! Rude snaps Eddie's neck down against his shoulder while driving him into the mat, effectively countering the Third Amigo with his patented Neckbreaker! The maneuver knocks the Contender out cold! Rude rolls him over and hooks a leg to end this one...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
AND STILL PRIME TIME MEDALIST
"RAVISHING" RICK RUDE!


His music hits the PA and Rick Rude stands tall over Guerrero, scowling down at the man who gave him a tougher fight than he ever expected. After being his handed his Prime Time Medal, Rude immediately exits the squared circle to help Eric Bischoof to his feet before taking him back up the ramp.


Phillips: Well, there you have it folks - Rick Rude retains the Prime Time Medal against Eddie Guerrero.

Graves: Guerrero was as confident and as sharp as he's been in ages and guess what? It still wasn't enough. Somehow, amazingly, this might be an even better version of Rick Rude than the one who ran roughshod with the Intercontinental Championship. The man's an ace.

Phillips: Yes, but - HEY! WAIT! WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!


As Eddie is starting to come to in the ring, a buncha goons run out from the crowd and slide in their to attack him! Its Jinder Mahal and The Bollywood Boyz! The Singh Brothers put the boots to Eddie while Mahal tosses the Referee over the top rope, keeping him out of the way.


Ranallo: What are these thugs doing out here?

Graves: A little payback for what went down in the Halloween Battle Royale last week would be my guess.


The Bollywood Boyz pick up the battered Eddie and feed him to Jinder, who locks him up then smashes him into the mat with a thunderous Khallas! The attackers stand tall over the body while boos come pouring in, but they don't linger long on account of security flooding the ringside area. On that dour note, Revolution rolls on!




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Kyle O'Reilly is shown in the locker room doing some seriously intense shadow boxing ahead of his main event match tonight.



Janela: That's right buddy. All you gotta do is hit 'em with that old one-two-one-two and he'll go down for ya faster than a Cheerleader on the Prom King.

The "Bad Boy" Joey Janela steps into the shot, sporting his Pit Vipers even though he's inside and its night time. Kyle gets off a few more combos before relaxing up a bit. His cool new friend Joey hands him a bottle to keep him hydrated.

Janela: Here man. Take some of this.

Huffing and puffing on account of his working out so hard, Kyle gladly accepts the offer and takes a swig. Once he does, his eyes go wide, his face goes red, and you'd better believe he spits that stuff right back out.

KO'R: Pffffffffffffft! Ugh! What the heck was that?!?!

Joey doesn't even seem offended. He just laughs it off.

Janela: Ahaha! Relax man! Its just a little something something to get you in the zone for your match tonight! Plus it'll put hair on your chest! Besides, where did drinking plain old Gatorade ever get you anyway, huh?

Kyle concedes that point with a meager nod and then takes a tepid, cautious second sip of Joey's custom liquid energizer. He can hardly hide his disgust, but he doesn't want his pal to think he's a totally wussy or anything either.

Who walks over into the scene next? Why its Bayley! She's got an armful of what appears to be DVD cases that she dumps on the floor one she gets over there.

Bayley: So I watched as much tape as I could get on Roman Reigns to find an angle on this guy, and that turned out to be a big waste of time because it turns out he does pretty much the same things every time he wrestles anyway. So I was thinking -

The "Good Guy" cuts herself off when she notices that Joey Janela is parroting her while she speaks, but doing so with a messed up looking face that's all kinds of condescending. Rather than addressing that problem head on, she turns to her step-brother.

Bayley: Does he really need to be here right now? You've got a big match to focus on Kyle. And what the the heck is this?

Having caught the vile scent of it in the air, Bayley snags the bottle of mystery drank from Kyle and takes a whiff before throwing it back over her shoulder, revolted. Joey manages to catch it before it spills.

Bayley: Blegh! What the crap is that? It smells like... I dunno... White claw and Faygo?

Janela: That's because its White Claw and Faygo, dummy.

Bayley: Wow. What a cocktail. Did the guys from South Park come up with that one? Kyle - you can't be drinking stuff like that - there's enough sugar in there to -



KO'R: Relax! I only took like two sips!

Janela: Yeah Officer Bayley, he was only nursing it. He barely had any.

KO'R: Well like... I mean... I could've totally had more. I was going to, too. Like I woulda drank the whole thing. I just didn't yet. And -

Bayley: You wanna crash mid-match against Roman Reigns? The Number One Contender? How are you supposed to get back into the title picture then, huh? How are we gonna convince that loser Tyler Breeze to show up for a rematch if you're on a three fight skid for the first time since you came back? I can't be worrying about your blood sugar and Paul Heyman and Solo Sikoa all at the same time! Sheeshkabob!

Janela: Yeah dude, its almost like Bayley can't quite handle the stress of being your corner man. If only there was someone else that could...

KO'R: Everyone chill! Its fine. I'm fine. Joey's just here to help out and hang out a bit cause honestly, things have been pretty sucky lately so something's gotta give. Bayley, you don't gotta stress about anything else besides making sure that nobody - and I mean NOBODY - sticks their nose in my match tonight. I gotta beat this Tribal Cheeseball straight up, one-on-one so that all the jerks around here who think I lost a step after Summerslam can finally shut the heck up. So its gotta be clean and its gotta be clear when I put him down for the three count. Got it?

Bayley's a little concerned and maybe a little offended by Kyle's tone of voice here, but she nods anyway, holding her tongue to avoid any more arguing. Joey's trying not to smile too much while this all plays out.

KO'R: Good. Lets do this frigging thing.

The Diabetic Dragon brushes past the others and heads off towards Gorilla. Once he's gone, Bayley sticks her tongue out at Joey, making it clear how she feels about him. He sticks his tongue out her, letting it be known that the feeling is mutual. With that gauntlet thrown down, she signs off with one last sneer before chasing after Kyle. Revolution rolls on!




The camera opens up in the backstage area with Renee Young standing by, microphone in hand.



Renee Young: I am currently standing outside the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre’s locker room and am hoping to be able to grab a quick word with him before his tag team match this evening.

Before Renee can knock on the door, it opens and out steps Stokely Hathaway, who doesn't appear best pleased to see Renee standing there. As he closes the door behind him, displeasure quickly turns to mild amusement as it appears as though he has some words to impart.

Stokely Hathaway: Oh look, it’s the resident paparazzi back on the hunt for another scoop. Ain’t you got anything better to do with your time?

Renee sighs...

Renee Young: I’m…



Stokely Hathaway: No, don’t answer that. The camera and microphone are on me, meaning this is my time, and on my time I expect respect and no shenanigans. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be disrespected in the same manner that the champ was last week by the new wannabe kingpin of the UWF. You know it really doesn't say a lot about a guy who can't handle listening to some home truths when he has to then resort to unnecessary violence against an upstanding competitor who had no time to prepare after just coming off a gruelling contest against a completely different entity. I suspect though that whilst it may have been Mr Reigns who came out and delivered the crushing blow, his inability to actually think for himself leads me to believe that it was in fact the hired counsel that was the brains behind that foul scheme. That's right Heyman, I'm talking about you buddy. The supposed Wise Man who made a very unwise call if you ask me. Because in allowing your hapless chieftain to go out there and pull a fast one, you have given the champ just cause to return the favor with some additional interest thrown in for good measure. And I for one cannot wait to see the look on your face when your boy gets knocked back into the land of obscurity where he belongs. Now as much as I'd like to stay and shoot the shit some more, me and my associate have other business to prepare for this evening, and so neither of us will be open to any further questioning at this time. As you were, blondie...

As Hathaway walks out of frame, Renee stops to reflect for a moment before raising her hand in order to attempt a knock on the door...

Stokely Hathaway: Nope! Do not even think about it!

Another sigh follows from the resident correspondent as the camera feed transitions to another part of the building.




Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is an "Adonis Lock" Challenge. The rules are simple. If the competitor in the ring can break the Adonis Lock, they will win the Challenge and also win Fifty Thousand Dollars! Allow me to introduce to you tonight's challenger. From Venice, California, weighing in at 175 pounds, "The" Brian Kendrick! 

Kendrick climbs to the second rope and receives a mild pop, unlike his former partner from last week. 




Tony Chimel: And now...from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is the "Reflection of Perfection", Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you...."The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis!

Corey Graves: Oh this is going to be great!



The lights in the arena proceed to go out as "Masterpiece" begins radiating through the arena. All we see is a single spotlight in the center of the stage. And momentarily, there is a man kneeling down in that spotlight. He waits for the music to his a certain point and when it does, he rises from his knee and begins flexing as pyrotechnics go off behind him. 



As the pyro begins to cease, Adonis walks down the ramp and towards the ring. This man is built like a Greek God. The irony of the name "Adonis" shouldn't be lost on anyone. Adonis walks around the outside of the ring and around ringside towards the timekeeper's area. He grabs a microphone before climbing the ring steps and entering the ring. It seems as though we are going to be hearing from "The Masterpiece" this evening. His music begins to fade and Adonis lifts the microphone to his lips. 



"The Masterpiece" Chris Adonis: If you are unaware, my name is Chris Adonis. And I am an associate of LA Knight. And originally tonight, I was going to help LA take care of that no good coward known as WARHORSE. But it turns out, my services weren't needed for that. LA Knight handled that all on his own. And I couldn't be more proud. So considering the primary objective for the evening had already been accomplished, LA told me that I could have my own personal....fun. 

Chris Adonis: And what could be more fun than an "Adonis Lock" challenge. Take a look back at last week. Paul London seemed to have the time of his life. 

Adonis looks over at Kendrick. 

Chris Adonis: And I know that you and Paul are very, very close. So I'm sure that you're here because he's told you that this is the chance of a lifetime. Where else can you win Fifty Thousand Dollars in 2 minutes? All you have to do...

Adonis snaps his fingers and a ringside technician hustles to grab a steel chair and slide it into the ring.

Chris Adonis: Is break my Adonis Lock. Now your little pal London had some fight in him. So I'm hoping that you do too. So, let me ask you. Are you sure you want to do this?

Kendrick looks out into the crowd. He's a little unsure but $50,000 is $50,000. He shakes his head in confirmation. 

Chris Adonis: Perfect! Well, this is real simple then. You see this steel chair. You're going to sit it in. I'm going to apply the Adonis Lock and if you can get out, you're Fifty Thousand Dollars richer. 

Adonis opens up the chair and puts it in the center of the ring. He motions for Kendrick to sit down and he soon does. 

Chris Adonis: Now just raise your arms. We're going to countdown backwards from Three. And then I'm going to put you in the Adonis Lock. Remember, all you have to do is escape. 

Kendrick nervously raises his arms in the air. 

Chris Adonis: Chimel! Count me down!

Tony Chimel: 3...2....1....

And with that, Adonis locks on the Full Nelson and lifts Kendrick out of the chair and onto his feet. Adonis swings Kendrick around feverishly, like a pit bull with a steak in its mouth.

Tom Phillips: I don't know how smart this way by Brian Kendrick.

Corey Graves: It's Fifty Grand, Phillips! Tell me you wouldn't get in there and give it a shot. I kind of wish you did!

Adonis has got the hold locked in tight. You can see Kendrick's face starting to turn a shade of purple. He drops to a knee. 

Mauro Ranallo: I would say this is the beginning of the end. 

Adonis keeps applying pressure and you can visibly see that Kendrick is starting to fade. Adonis is screaming in his ear the entire time, which makes it even more demoralizing. As Adonis keeps the hold on, Kendrick drops from one knee to both knees. He's fully at Adonis' mercy at this point. 

Tom Phillips: I don't think that Fifty Thousand Dollars is in Brian Kendrick's future.

Earlier, it was mentioned that Kendrick's face had turned a shade of purple. Now, he looks like a full blown grape. His body begins to go limp. The camera pans in on his face and you can see that his eyes are shut. 

Corey Graves: Kendrick is out!

A referee slides into the ring and goes to check on Kendrick. He raises Kendrick's arm once. It falls limply. The referee raises it a second time. Once again, it falls. And finally, he raises it a third time. And the third time, it falls without question. Kendrick is out. The referee motions for the official to ring the bell as the Adonis Lock Challenge is over. 

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to referee stoppage, the Adonis Lock Challenge is over. Your winner, Christopher Adonis!



Adonis has been declared the victor. But he does not release the Adonis Lock. He wants Brian Kendrick to suffer.

Tom Phillips: Come on! The challenge is over! Let the hold go.

The referee tries to pry Adonis off of Kendrick. But it's to no avail. Adonis only lets go when he chooses to; throwing Kendrick's lifeless body to the canvas. Adonis flexes his muscles as his music plays and the heat rains down on him. Revolution proceeds to move on. 




The feed cuts to Renee standing backstage with Eric Bischoff and Rick Rude.

Renee: Rick, I was hoping to catch your comments to some of the things that The Mighty Caleb had to say?

Rude smirks as he strokes his mustache.


Rude: Well, Renee it comes as no surprise to me that Caleb decides to call me out. It comes as no surprise to me that anyone else on the roster is gunning for me and my Prime Time Medal. As you can clearly see, defeating me is no easy task. And I hate to be the one who breaks it to you, Caleb…but you are leaps and bounds out of your league here. You can claim that it is a quick way to get to the Intercontinental title all that you want, but I’ve got just a bit of a Rude Awakening for you on that. It may be the quick way, but it damn sure ain’t the easy way.

However, if you think you’ve got what it takes to get in the ring with me, I’m not going to deny you the opportunity to face me for this medal. I’d love to have yet another easy defense.

Renee’s eyes widen as Rude is finishing.

Renee: Well, that answers it for me! Let’s go back to ringside!




The camera cuts to a pitch-black room. After a minute of eerie silence, a voice can be heard. “Bad Blood should have been a good night for me. I should have successfully retained the Prime Time Medal for the second time. I should be cashing the medal in for the Intercontinental Championship match that I deserve, but I’m not. I let my anger control me, and why?”

There is a flash of light, and in that flash, a picture of Rick Rude wearing the Prime Time Medal is shown while the crowd boos. “If there’s two things I can’t stand, it’s vanity and some sixty-five-year-old fuck thinking he’s thirty-five years younger trying to hit on me. Anyone else would use a loss like this to reflect. I’m sure there are those that think that I would use this loss to work on keeping my anger in check, but no. The more I think about what happened at Bad Blood, the more enraged I become. There’s only one thing that could make it right.”

The light turns on, showing an AI generated picture of Jamie wearing the Prime Time Medal. Also in the picture is Jamie placing one foot on the bloodied face of Rick Rude as the crowd cheers. The light turns off and back on. Once the light turns back on, the crowd cheers as the real Jamie Hayter appears on screen. “The source of Rick Rude’s vanity is his face, and the only thing I can do is destroy it. I want a rematch for the Prime Time Medal in a Taipei Deathmatch.”




The Revolution logo flashes across the screen before we are taken to commentary, where the team is sitting by.

Tom Phillips: Folks, earlier this week the former UWF Intercontinental Champion Orange Cass-

Corey Graves: Oh, who cares what that has-been has to say! The Dom already took him out of the picture! Why are we catering to his desperate attempt at maintaining relevance?

Mauro Ranallo: The fact of the matter, Corey, is that Orange Cassidy at Halloween Havoc cost a man some could consider his rival, Finn Balor, one of his two championships. The feat of becoming a dual champion in the UWF is a rarely accomplished one, and Balor as well as the UWF Universe would likely want to hear what Orange has to say for himself.

Phillips: Exactly, Mauro, thank you. Anyway, Cassidy had this to say when asked about it on The Late Show.

We're taken to a clip of "The Late Show" where Orange is lounging comfortably.



Orange Cassidy: So, listen, all right? A lot of people don't seem to understand why I would put my nose in Finn's business last week and cause him to lose his Television Championship, but the fact of the matter is, last week was just even stevens. Yeah, see, Finn likes to play the numbers game. That's how he took the UWF Championship of the Intercontinents from my backpack to his shoulder. He played the numbers game and got all of his little buddies involved in taking me out so that he could lift my belt at the end of the night. But I wasn't just going to take that sitting down. And that's saying something, because sitting down is like, my favourite position to be in. It's comfortable. Still, Finn, he used his man advantage to take something I cherished from me, and that meant I had to do something to get back at him. So I took something that obviously mattered to him. Or rather, I helped the Mighty Caleb take it. It's a little complicated, but you know, just stick with me here.

Orange leans forward, signalling each number with his fingers.

You like playing the numbers game, Finn? I've got one for you. It took you three men to beat me for the UWF Championship of the Intercontinents. It took me one walk-out to cause you to drop one of your two belts. Now, a man like you, that's got to sting the ego a little bit, doesn't it? Even all your buddies weren't enough to stack the deck and keep your hands on the Television Championship. And I was happy to let Caleb take it, because as far as I'm concerned, that belt isn't mine. But the one you still have? That one is, and I want it back. Which is why I want one more shot at that ten pounds of gold, and it's only going to take me a three-count to do it. You and me, Finn. A rematch for the UWF Championship of the Intercontinents. And this time, you can bring one buddy, you can bring two buddies, h*ck you can bring every single buddy you have in your phone but it won't matter, because me and the life-affirming power of Vitamin C are going to reclaim the thing we never truly lost.

With that, Orange seems to lean back in his seat again. It's hard to tell if there's a fire in his eyes because of the aviators, but it's easy to imagine there might be. The clip aired, the feed moves back to the team at commentary.

Ranallo: Some heated words from the former Intercontinental Champ-

Graves: Who cares! He's a loser! I hope he gets that rematch, because once Finn beats him a second time, what's he going to have left to cry about?

The show moves along.






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.



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.



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



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

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



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



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

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

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

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

Reed and Zayn are strategizing in the ring while Caleb and Drew are both on the apron. Drew tells Caleb that he doesn't want any part of this. Caleb tells him he's a real champion and he can handle both men on his own. Drew stares him down a bit but the tension is broken when...

Ladies and Gentlemen

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The Owner of UWF walks out from the back with a mic in hand. He motions for his music to be cut and begins to speak.



EC3: Last week I decided to give some TV time to Waller and he choose to bring on Sami Zayn as his special guest. The two have decided to team up and take this place by storm and so I signed off on this little tag match but truth be told, I've never had any intention of letting you two get what you want.

There's a pop from the crowd while Sam,i and Reed look angry. They walk up to the side of the ring near the stage and mouth some words at EC3.

EC3: As a mater of fact, I think we'd all rather see the EC3 special no? So how about instead of Drew McIntyre teaming up with The Mighty Caleb, we have him teaming with say... Sami Zayn! And Reed, you team up with Caleb. Ring the bell ref.


DING DING DING


Reed and Zayn are livid, as is Waller on the outside. McIntyre and Caleb are busy still staring each other down but with Reed still leaned on the ropes yelling at EC3, Sami quickly goes behind him and rolls him up into a School Boy! He's stacked up high and the ref can't see that he's got a handful of tights!



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Drew McIntyre and Sami Zayn!


Sami looks surprised but has a big smile on his face. Reed slowly turns to look at him with nothing but anger seeping out his pores. He charges at Zayn and takes him down with a Body Block. He then starts laying into him as Waller comes into the ring and tries to pull the big man off of him.


Corey Graves: What a sore loser! Waller needs to get him in check!


Waller gets him off of Sami but Reed shoves him down to the ground as well. Waller looks up at him shocked but it's clear that he shouldn't get in his way. Reed continues top pummel Zayn until El Genercio and La Luchadora end up coming out from the back. Reed decides that's enough and exits the ring as the two slide in. They check on Sami as Reed walks to the back without Waller. Grayson decides to follow him to the back.


The backstage area is a hive of activity,  Suddenly, the curtains part, and  Bronson Reed storms through, his face full of frustration.  Waller follows behind trying to stop "Big Bronson" Reed using some heavy hand on the shoulder, Bronson easily moves his shoulder out of Wallers hands as he turns around ready to strike...

Grayson Waller: "Bronson! Bronson, hold on!"

Reed still ready to strike but Waller puts up his hands ready to defend himself...

Grayson Waller: "This has gone on long enough. My plan was so simple but that conniving EC3, He fucked us over, Zayn best count his blessings.."

Reed backs down as he recomposes himself as he looks at Waller to explain himself...



Bronson Reed: "Hold on, Waller. I get it, mate. Caleb had been a thorn in our side, You had an idea and it back fired. But we can't just rush into this blindly. We need a plan, something that's actually going to work, Not teaming with a has been who runs around with his own personal fan club, I wouldn't be surprised if EC3 and Zayn had patched the tire that is their friendship."

Grayson Waller: "You're damn right it. We can't let Zayn keep getting this attention. I've got an idea, Bronson. We hit him where it hurts the most. We take everything and expose Zayn for the ugly son of a bitch that he is, You get me?"

Bronson Reed's eyes narrow in contemplation, considering Waller's proposal.

Bronson Reed: "Exposing Zayn, huh? It's a bold move, Waller. But it might just be the wake-up call he needs. He doesn't get in my business. And we'll need a backup plan, just in case things go south. I am not going to be made a fool again by your poor decisions, Got It Waller? Huh... "

Grayson Waller: "I hear you, Bronson. This isn't about ego or pride, it's about making a statement. Zayn's been pulling the strings for too long, and it's time we cut them. As for a backup plan, I've got it covered. We'll have eyes on every angle, and an exit strategy if things get too hot. We'll hit him with the truth, and let him deal with the consequences."

The two share a firm nod.




The live feed goes backstage where we see the face of a certain superstar, which sends the crowd into an uproar. That superstar is none other than Mister Money in The Bank himself, WARHORSE!




Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and Gentlemen, up next, we are in for quite the battle as Mister Money in The Bank goes one on one with the young upstart, Wheeler Yuta!

Corey Graves: Over the past few weeks, WARHORSE has been distracted by LA Knight and his brand new allegiance with Christopher Adonis. Can he put that behind him and focus on this promising kid?

WARHORSE starts walking through the backstage area, towards the ring. You can see the focus written all over his face. He's ready for Yuta tonight! With the Money in The Bank Briefcase in tow, he's only a few short feet away from the curtain. But before he can make it, he is stroke from behind with a steel chair!

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell was that?!

WARHORSE falls to the ground and the camera pans up to reveal his attacker. 



Corey Graves: Ha ha! That;s not a what, Mauro! You know who that is! It's The Million Dollar Megastar!

Knight stands over WARHORSE before lifting the chair over his head and driving it down on Mister Money in The Bank's back a second time. You can hear WARHORSE groan in agony, but Knight doesn't care. He grabs WARHORSE by the head and lifts him to his feet. 

LA Knight: Get up, dummy! Did 'ya think L...A....Knight was joking when he said that he wasn't done with 'ya?

As Knight gets WARHORSE back to his feet, he charges at full speed to his left and throws WARHORSE face first into one of the steel loading doors where the trucks make deliveries. You can hear the thud as WARHORSE bounces off the steel. But that's not enough for Knight.

LA Knight: Nah, nah, nah! No sleeping on the job! Get 'ya ass up!

And with that, Knight grabs WARHORSE off the ground and tosses him into the steel door for a second time. Then a third time. Then a fourth time. 

Tom Phillips: This is a brutal assault! WARHORSE needs help!

Corey Graves: Shut up, Phillips! Obviously, LA Knight feels as though WARHORSE deserves this!

LA Knight walks off. Everyone seemingly thinks this is over. 

Mauro Ranallo: Thank God! Now, can someone get back there and help that young man?

But what everyone has failed to realize, is that LA Knight is done. He just walked off to grab one of the nearby equipment trunks. He positions it right near the prone body of Mister Money in The Bank. Knight grabs WARHORSE again by the hair, throwing him onto the trunk. 

Mauro Ranallo: What does this sick man have planned now?

Knight leaps onto the trunk as well. He lifts WARHORSE to one knee before grabbing him by the arm and tossing him over his shoulder...

Tom Phillips: Wait...don't do this!

With zero hesitation, Knight leaps and falls backwards, dropping WARHORSE onto the equipment trunk neck first with The Gravy Train! 

Mauro Ranallo: Oh My God!

WARHORSE is out of it. Knight looks at his prone body and can only smile. Finally, UWF officials make their way over to the situation and try to get LA Knight out of here. Knight, completely content with what he has accomplished, backs away with his hands in the air. But not before leaving WARHORSE a message. 

LA Knight: Remember, L....A....Knight tried to tell 'ya that we're not done yet. The worst is yet to come, jackass! 

As LA Knight walks off, trainers and referees check on WARHORSE, who is struggling to even get to his feet. 

Mauro Ranallo: WARHORSE is supposed to have a match! How in the hell is he going to compete?

The scene fades as we're all left pondering that sane question. 




We cut to backstage, and we see Roman Reigns sitting there, and he is looking intense, and Paul Heyman comes in.


Paul Heyman: My Tribal Chief, is everything okay?

Roman Reigns: Wiseman… After I crush Kyle O’Reilly, I want a ceremony done next week.

Paul Heyman: A ceremony, my Tribal Chief?

Roman Reigns: Yes, Wiseman, a celebration of me becoming the new king here in the UWF. Look, that fool he disrespected me. Kyle went out there and said I was not worthy of his title. They keep bringing up my losing to Warhorse at SummerSlam. I want to take everything away from everyone.

Paul Heyman: Everyone?

Roman Reigns: Yes… Everything. It starts with Kyle I take his crown, and we crown me the new King of the Ring. Then at Slammiversary, I got after Drew, and we took away his UWF title, and finally, we will call Warhorse to the ring. We will bring him in, tell him to cash it in, and correct that mistake once and for all.

Paul Heyman: My Tribal Chief, don’t you think you’re being kind of rash with your thought process?

Roman Reigns looks pissed at the Wiseman, and Heyman goes on to defend himself.

Paul Heyman: We-we-well my Tribal Chief I want you to understand that this is something we need to take one step at a time you don’t want to have a mishap, and then we’re back to square one.

Roman Reigns: There is no square one. I am not overthinking it. I am envisioning it, Wiseman. See everything I have said minus one mistake I have made. I beat Jamie Hayter, I got rid of that doofus Ricky Starks, and now we are starting a new era of the UWF. And what I am saying now is going to happen. Wiseman… Do you doubt me?

Paul Heyman: No my Tribal Chief I never doubt you I just want you to be happy and I don’t think putting unnecessary pressure on yourself.

Roman Reigns: There is no pressure Wiseman… Not when you’re the Tribal Chief. The pressure is on everyone else. The pressure is on them to stop the man who is in GOD Mode. So tell EC3 that next week will be a ceremony we won’t forget.

Roman Reigns walks away as the Wiseman looks concerned as he has his phone out ready to call the GM of the UWF.




Earlier Today

The camera focuses on a door with a plaque that reads "Trevor Lee." The atmosphere is charged with anticipation and the faint echoes of the crowd can be heard in the background. As the camera slowly pulls back, a familiar locket is hung over the door.

Just as the camera holds on the locket, a hulking figure steps out of the locker room. It's "The Butcher" , Trevor Lee's imposing behemoth. His usual stoic demeanor is replaced with a look of concern as he notices the locket. He approaches it, his massive hand gently lifting the delicate chain.

He opens the locket, revealing its contents only for his eyes, they narrow as he studies whatever is inside, his expression a mix of surprise and intensity. The camera captures every detail, from the creases on Andy's furrowed brow to the mystery of of the locket.



The backstage area is filled with a palpable tension, as if the discovery of the locket has triggered something significant. The scene ends as Butcher enters back into the locker room.






"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.



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

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

The fans are surprised to see WARHORSE making his way out from the back with the Money in the Bank briefcase in hand as well as a few doctors urging him not to go down to the ring. He brushes them aside as he limps to the ring.


Tom Phillips: HELL YEAH MY GUY! SHOW THE WORLD YOU ASINT NO BITCH!

Corey Graves: This idiot is going to get himself hurt even more and you know what, I'm all for it! Show the world you aint no bitch Warhorse!


WARHORSE makes his way into the ring and hands off the briefcase. The ref asks if he's sure he wants to go through with this and he nods. Wheeler just wants a fight and is fine with this so the ref calls for the bell.


DING DING DING


WARHORSE walks up to Yuta and they go for a tie up. Yuta takes control right away and gets him in a wristlock. He puts his arm behind him but WARHORSE just elbows him in the side of the head to break free. He goes for a Clothesline but Yuta catches him with a Drop Toe Hold and then grabs his leg to put him in an Ankle Lock! Yuta knows WARHORSE was badly beaten but he's gonna win this shit his way and the Ankle wasn't hurt during the attack. WARHORSE fights through the pain though and manages to crawl his way over to the ropes top break the hold.


Tom Phillips: THAT'S RIGHT. THE MAN DON'T QUIT!

Corey Graves: He would if he knew what was good for him.

Mauro Ranallo: You have to think that the referee would step in and stop this if it goes on for too long.

Corey Graves: Oh it won't, trust me.


WARHORSE uses the ropes to get to his feet. Yuta runs at him but gets sent up and over. Wheeler lands on the apron though and hits his opponent with a Elbow Strike to the back of the head. WARHORSE retreats to the center of the ring and Yuta comes back in, grabbing him from behind for an Atomic Drop! Warhorse stumbles over to the corner and eats a Stinger Splash for his troubles. Yuta turns to Bryan and is asking if this is really worth his time. WARHORSE suddenly grabs him from behind and executes a German Suplex into the turnbuckles! WARHORSE exits the ring and slowly climbs to the top rope. His equilibrium seems off, like he can barely stay upright on the top rope and this costs him as Yuta recovers and brings him down with a Superplex! WARHORSE sits up from the impact and Yuta traps him and starts raining down Elbow Strikes to the chest. WARHORSE looks completely out of it as Yuta then forces him to the mat to place him in the Labell Lock. He's fully knocked out and so the ref just calls for the bell.


Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Wheeler Yuta!



The ref raises Yuta's arm for a short time before joining the people checking on WARHORSE. They try not to move him but he ends up rolling out to the apron. There are still officials swarming Warhorse who is trying to get to the back, but is obviously hurting. With “Born Into Battle” blaring over the PA system Wheeler Yuta is leaning into a corner with his hand raised in victory and Bryan Danielson rolls into the ring with a microphone. The music begins to fade as Danielson wants to talk.

BRYAN DANIELSON: That is what I’m talking about. This is the example I said Wheeler Yuta would set when there aren’t bimbos and giants running around the ring. This is what happens when you go one on one with the greatest technician wrestling has seen in this generation.

Danielson gives a pat to the back of Yuta and then hands him the microphone. You can hear the heaving breathing as Wheeler looks to the entrance way where Warhorse is making his way to the back.

WHEELER YUTA: WARHORSE!!!!! I did nothing but show you respect, I did nothing but give your praise this week. What did you do with that? You spat on my respect, you spat on my praise. You lied and twisted my words because you are a pathetic piece of garbage who needs to pretend he has a chip on his shoulder.

The anger in Yuta’s voice is very obvious.

WHEELER YUTA: I could’ve pointed out that you are nothing but another Ultimate Warrior wanna be. That you run out here spitting and yelling obscenities because you have nothing of worth to say. I could’ve pointed out what a sad state of affairs it is in the UWF that a man like you holds a blank check to the highest championship in the land. But I tried to go the high road, you wouldn’t allow it. I tried to respect that these fans for some reason respect you…you wouldn’t allow it. So what I had to do was let me actions do the talking. And that is why you tapped in the middle of this ring. That is why I took you beyond your limit and made you beg for mercy.

The fans are cheering some but also mixed because they do like Warhorse.

WHEELER YUTA: I humbled you, I let you know that you belong below me in the pecking order of wrestling. This wasn’t about ego for me Warhorse, I could’ve been fine having a good match with you, but you had to make it personal. You had to run that mouth of yours because you feel unstoppable with that briefcase at your side. But not only did I stop you…I heard the cracks, I felt the ligaments tear. I am Nostradamus and will tell these people….they won’t be seeing Warhorse for a little bit of time because he decided to make it personal. So now, being the man who beat the man who made Warhorse tap out, who definitely put the Warhorse on the express train to the glue factory. I should be the man who gets the briefcase, because I don’t see you doing anything with that any time soon. So bring me what’s mine…bring me my spoils of war.

Wheeler awaits. But is met by someone that I don't think he was expecting...

L...A....Knight!



"Welcome to LA" begins playing and both Danielson and Yuta look at the stage a little perplexed. 

Tom Phillips: This certainly isn't WARHORSE! And after what this psychopath just did, I'm surprised he hasn't been kicked out of the building yet. 

Soon enough, LA Knight walks out onto the stage, microphone already in hand. As he stares down both Danielson and Yuta, he motions for the music to be cut. As it is, he begins to address the victor and his trainer. 



LA Knight: Woah! Woah! Woah! Tell L....A.....Knight he's not hearing what he thinks he's hearing right now! L...A....Knight's ears must be deceiving him. But that can't be it, cause L...A.....Knight knows he cleaned out his ears this morning. So the only other possible scenario would be, that the two of 'ya out here spewing a bunch of hot garbage. So with that being said....Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

Knight proceeds to individually address Wheeler as he points directly at him. 

LA Knight: Now, Frodo, allow L...A....Knight to congratulate 'ya on 'ya victory. 'Ya beat the big dummy. That's something that L...A....Knight hasn't even figured out how to do yet. But here's something that 'ya and the hobbit standing in the ring next to 'ya fail to realize. 'Ya haven't humbled anyone. Cause 'ya see, the way L...A....Knight looks at it, he's the one that did all the damage. If it wasn't for L...A....Knight, that big walking syringe full of testosterone would have walked done to that ring and whooped 'ya ass. So what L...A....Knight recommends is that 'ya learn 'ya place and 'ya say "Thank You, Mister Knight". Cause next time, that could very well be 'ya ass. 

In the ring, you can see Danielson screaming at LA Knight, asking him "Who the hell do you think you are?"

LA Knight: Listen here Frodo, L...A....Knight recommends 'ya keep 'ya pet on his leash. Now, as far as that idiot's briefcase goes, L...A....Knight is going to make it real simple for 'ya. Easy enough that even the two of 'ya nitwits can understand. If anyone is taking that briefcase from that roid rage driven dumbass, 'ya looking at him. L...A....Knight is the one that has put all the work in. And L...A....Knight is going to be the one to reap all the rewards. That includes that briefcase. That includes FINALLY getting a shot at the UWF Championship. Because nobody here deserves it more than L...A....Knight! And if L...A....Knight has to go through 'ya to get what is rightfully his, he'll gladly send 'ya both back to Middle Earth where 'ya both can continue to stroke each other's "precious". And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!

And with that, Knight throws his microphone into the air as "Welcome to LA" begins to play again. In the ring, Yuta and Danielson continue to stare down the Million Dollar Megastar as Revolution moves on. 




We cut backstage where Breeze is looking at his phone and begins speaking to the audience without even looking towards the lens.



Tyler Breeze: Hello everyone, it's Prince Pretty here to give you you're weekly dose of Gorgeousness... So let us all take a moment to appreciate the finer things in life, and by finer things I of course mean...Me...Tyler Breeze.

Breeze pauses staring into his phone for a few moment before he turns and faces the camera to give everyone a good moment to admire him full on before he puts a finger up and turns his face back to his own phone.

That's enough for you, too much of me can be dangerous...If you don't believe that, just ask everyone I've stepped in the ring with. One by one I've shown them week in and week out, why the world is run by super good looking people like me and not uggo normies like them. I am a success in everything I decide to put my mind to, and because of that it's created jealousy and hatred from the locker room. I mean just because I have my own private locker room written unto my contract, doesn't mean you all have to be jealous. People seem to have problems with the way I talk or carry myself, and to those people like Bethany and Kenny I have only one thing to say. If it ever comes off like I think I'm better than you, simply know that it is because I am...better than you....in every way. With that in mind, my management received the little open contract you were touting around last week and I, for the life of me, couldn't think of any scenario in which me wasting time and energy on a loser like you again would benefit me in any way so...Why? But...

Breeze looks into his phone and stops talking as Alexa Bliss steps into frame with a smile on her face.



Alexa Bliss: I got it from here.

Breeze wanders off as Bliss turns to the camera and speaks directly towards Bayley herself.

I read through your little contract and I noticed how you signed off on it yourself Bayley, and since you did and you've been oh so very vocal throughout this entire thing...I mean Vocal is an understatement, you've been like a squawking bird every single week... but I digress, seeing your name signed on that paper gave me the best idea. It gave me an opportunity to fix the annoying little problem you've been causing personally. I mean since Kyle already got beat, and you seem to be the one that can't shut up about it, why not shut you up myself. If you want to wage some little war against us, you better recognize that Tyler Breeze represents an army of people under his employ all willing to do whatever it takes for his success. While you have been brother and sister for a couple years, so you don't know what it is to truly Fight for one another. And next week, on Revolution, I'll show you that first hand. Because it's going to be Bayley vs. Alexa Bliss, one on one and I'm going to take you out myself so that without you...Kyle can finish his little downward spiral he was set in before you precariously kept him afloat. And best of all show you why a "Good Guy' can't stand up, to a Goddess.

Bliss smirks as Breeze wanders back into frame still looking into his phone.

Tyler Breeze: Say the thing.

Bliss smiles and cocks an eyebrow before looking back into camera.

Alexa Bliss: Ladies and Gentleman, Tyler Breeze has Left the Building.

Bliss flicks her hair and walks off with Breeze as Revolution moves on.




As there’s a break in the action, things go to where Vinny Marseglia is walking down an undisclosed hallway.

Vinny Marseglia: It’s funny to me in a way, man, that after all this time they beat me down and are still surprised when I pop right back up. Trevor Lee, I understand why you and your cohort did what you did last week. It’s like I’ve said numerous times now, our fun isn’t over so I’m not mad nor am I surprised. However, sins like that don’t go unpunished so just know that while I understand, you’re still going to feel my vengeance come washing over you like a downpour of stinging rain. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, you won’t know how, but I promise you that I’m going to carry it out. Because unlike you that calls himself a god when you haven’t done anything godly and Andy calling himself a butcher when he hasn’t done any butchering, I back up the things I say. And that’s why I’m not done pursuing the UWF Championship either. Because Drew McIntyre…I had him so dead to rights that he was practically starting to go through rigor mortis. And Roman Reigns only got the jump on him because of me doing the heavy lifting so you’re welcome, “Tribal Chief”.

Vinny stops suddenly and looks offscreen with a smile before looking into the camera.

It’s going to be a bloody winter. Revere me. Fear me.

With that, Vinny walks offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We go backstage and standing there with smiles on their faces are Jinder Mahal and the Bollywood Boyz. They are obviously happy with what transpired earlier as Eddie Guerrero bore the brunt of a brutal attack. Jinder steps a bit closer to the camera.

JINDER MAHAL: Last week was supposed to be a one time event. I was asked if I wanted to come and have some fun, dress up, get some quick money. I brought in Sunil and Samir, we dressed up and had our fun. Then I got in the ring and had a match that meant absolutely nothing, a battle royal where you are in a costume. But as the bodies flew and I became closer and closer to winning, I could taste it. You do not reach the heights I have without being a competitive man.

You can see the intensity rising in Jinder's eyes.

JINDER MAHAL: That match became mine to win, except that Eddie and his little LWO buddies had to do what they do and cheat. And you know what, the match didn't really matter so who cares if I was cheated out of it. I got my money, I got my television time, I was ready to move on because Eddie Guerrero knows he couldn't actually beat on an even playing field, and that was enough for me.

Mahal taking a beat to really soak in the frustration he's obviously been feeling for a week now.

JINDER MAHAL: But then your dumb ass had to walk out and speak into a microphone. No acknowledgement that I should've been the winner, no acknowledgement that I took you to your limit so your little buddies had to interfere. AND AGAIN ALL OF THAT WOULDN'T HAVE MATTERED UNTILL.... Until you decided that you think that pathetic excuse for a win allowed you to become number one contender for the UWF Championship. Until you allowed your delusions to make you puff out that chest and act like you have any right to any championship, let alone the highest in the wrestling world. When you ran your mouth Eddie, it told me that my time is not over here, my job isn't done. Because obviously someone needs to give your a serious dose of reality. Obviously someone needs to take you down a peg or ten where you belong. Someone like me, needs to come along and cave in the puffed up chest of yours. But obviously you don't do anything alone because you are a coward. These people may be dumb enough to cheer you, but I see you and your little roaches for what they are. But with The Bollywood Boyz at my side that isn't going to ever happen to me again. And you keep that little veshya Zelina out of it or I'll have a surprise for her too. Eddie, when they finally bring your ass back to consciousness I want them to play this for you...I want them to let you know you did this to yourself. I could be back home drinking a beer watching the show, but you ran your mouth and now you are going to learn that has consequences. 

Jinder starts to laugh, while Sunil and Sumir give their own hyena cackles in the background as well.






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

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

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



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

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

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


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Unlike how most people thought this match might go, Roman is the one rushing Kyle right out the gate. O'Reilly gets caught by surprise ad eats a Clothesline the corner. Roman doesn't stop there though, he throws multiple Standing Clotheslines to him in the corner before walking away after a 4 count. He comes back and grabs Kyle's head with both hands and throws him across the ring. The former Prizz Tizz Medalist rolls to the corner and lays seated against the turnbuckle. Roman runs at him and goes to knee him in the face but Kyle rolls to the outside. Roman luckily stops himself from ramming his knee into the buckle. He exits the ring and goes on the attack.


Corey Graves: Look at Kyle running away like a coward. I thought he was a fighter?

Mauro Ranallo: Roman caught him off guard but so far he's done nothing illegal.

Tom Phillips: Kyle just wasn't expecting it but he'll probably regroup here.

Corey Graves: I think Roman has other plans.


Kyle doesn't notice that Reigns is stalking him from behind. He grabs him and puts his arm behind his back before throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring post! Kyle falls down holding his shoulder and Bayley rushes to her step brothers aid. Roman grabs Kyle by the legs and pulls him over to the steel steps. He then uses his strength to just swing him shoulder first into the steel steps. The ref tells Roman that they need to get back in the ring but he's busy smiling at his handy work. He finally grabs Kyle and throws him back into the ring but places his body outside of the bottom rope. He walks away and comes back with the Drive By Kick! He then goes back into the ring and pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin.



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Corey Graves: Look at that! A blatant breaking of the rules, he should be disqualified!

Mauro Ranallo: He could be but I'm sure Roman doesn't want that since he wants to make an example out of O'Reilly.

Corey Graves: You're right. It's only by our Tribal Chief's good graces that this match hasn't ended. We should be thankful.

Tom Phillips: I still can't get over just how much you hated this man a year ago.

Corey Graves: He corrected his trajectory. Now if only some other annoying commentators would realize how wrong they are.


Kyle is busy arguing with the ref when Roman lunges out of the corner with a Superman Punch! Kyle sidesteps just in time and uses Reigns momentum against him by grabbing the arm and dragging it down to the mat. He's going for the Fujiwara Armbar but Roman rolls over and sits up and kicks Kyle away. The Diabetic Dragon comes right back with the Orange Slice! He then picks him up right away and gives him an Insulin Injection right on his head! Roman sits up grabbing his head but once again Kyle picks him right back up only to hit Whale Breach! Now he makes the pin!



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Reigns kicks out! He turns over and crawls to the ropes but Kyle stands over him. He bends down and grabs him at the waist and actually manages to deadlift him, going for a German Suplex! Reigns manages to stop him with a few Elbows to the side of the head to break free from his grasp. He takes a breath but Kyle grabs him once more and throws him overhead with a Release German Suplex! Reigns lands high on his neck and rolls out of the ring to avoid any more punishment.


Tom Phillips: Now who's running away!

Corey Graves: I would too if I was in the ring with unsafe little wonder bread over there.

Mauro Ranallo: He said he was going to drop Roman on his head 6 times and he's halfway there!


Bayley is cackling at Roman nearby, basically ruining any chance of his equilibrium returning. He doesn't get much time to recoup anyways though as the Canadian Psycho lives up to his name by taking him out with a Suicide Dive! Roman is knocked into the barricade but it keeps him up. Kyle walks up to him but eats a big punch to the gut that brings him to his knees. Roman then just straight up knees him in the face. He grabs O'Reilly and tosses him back into the ring but waits a bit to regroup. After a bit he slides back in as O'Reilly is getting up. Kyle however catches him right away and throws him with the Regalplex! He makes the pin!



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Tom Phillips: What a huge Brainbuster by O'Reilly!

Mauro Ranallo: And that makes head drop number 6!



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But no! Roman gets his foot on the bottom rope! Paul Heyman casually walks away but Bayley ain't having none of that. She walks over and gets in that fat walrus' face.


Corey Graves: She better not lay a hand on the Wiseman!

Tom Phillips: And looks who's decided to come out here now.


The camera cuts to the stage where Alexa Bliss comes out. She's walking down the ramp with a purpose and comes up behind Bayley, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around. She gets in her face and Bayley gets excited and gets right back in her face.


Mauro Ranallo: We heard earlier in the night that Alexa Bliss has challenged Bayley for next week but we may get a special preview right now!

Corey Graves: Kick her in the face Bliss!


They're jacking jaws but Bliss digs her nails right into Bayley's eyes! Bayley turns away and Bliss goes on the attack. She's beating her from behind but Bayley grabs her and rams her back first into the barricade. They start brawling but Kyle exit's the ring and pulls Bayley free while security comes out and does the same with Bliss. They look like they want to tear each other apart but Kyle tells her to calm down. She says she's good and so Kyle comes back into the ring but he's immediately cut in half with a Spear! Roman hooks the leg for the cover!


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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Roman Reigns!



Bayley realizes she fucked up and has her hands in her hair. Bliss laughs from up the ramp and claps for her. Kyle rolls out of the ring and Bayley tends to him as Roman gets his hand raised. He walks over to the corner and stands on the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd to a shower of boos. He steps down and turns round but gets blasted in the face by a Claymore!


Tom Phillips: McIntyre has returned the favor!

Corey Graves: Oh I can't wait to see these two go at it!

Mauro Ranallo: Neither can the crowd and Slammiversary is coming up soon!


Drew stands over Roman and lifts his title up high as the show comes to a close.




END OF SHOW


Guerrero vs Rude - Fauche
Tag match, WARHORSE vs Yuta, Roman vs O'Reilly - Danny

[Cwalker]

A lot of promos on this show which you love to see.

The return of Ciampa is awesome.

Reigns and O’Reilly was the highlight in terms of matches. Chase continues to show why he’s the Number One Contender. I dig the progression of all the angles as we get closer and closer to Slammiversary

[Chase]

Thank you Danny for once again writing my match. Enjoyed it thoroughly and thank you Fauche for providing a good 2-2 thread.

Tribal Chief owes Alexa Bliss a nice assist that's for sure. It's different for Rey. I can't remember a time that he had a female valet with his character. Unless there was a time I missed. This is good stuff with Breeze and Bliss and glad he submitted a strong promo.

I don't know anything about Sam's character but I am glad he has a strong character. I am sure he will be in the world title scene sooner rather than later especially as he keeps finding the voice for the character.

Crann did great work with OC, and man Cwalker I need to get back to doing double promos all quality from the megastar today.

Thank you Fauche for helping Danny out and let's keep rolling.

[Dres]

Haven’t commented on a show in a little while, just been busy, but this seems like a good edition to pick back up on that especially with Danny doing most of the heavy lifting. Much appreciated on that front, brother. Ciampa coming back is great, I hope that it will help Gunn work through what caused him to step away because there’s a missing piece without him around here. Not sure who’s playing Jinder but having another faction in the mix certainly doesn’t hurt. More great stuff from Rude, Reigns, and my boy L….A…..Knight. I like seeing the Adonis Lock Challenge each week. Personally speaking it’s cool to be involved with the Trevor Lee stuff but also somewhat mixed into the UWF Championship picture too, gives me more to work with. Great edition!

[Fauche]

This show was solid. Think we're hitting that slow time of year but it came a bit latter than usual so that's kinda cool. Maybe having the more sparse schedule with the two big shows in a row made the difference, idk.

Couple of big highlights starting with the return of Ciampa after double Loser Leaves Town gimmick matches. The man will simply not die. I liked Gunn's Starks but as probably everyone knows by now, maybe sometimes things just don't click or feel right for you as a writer and that kinda sucks the energy out this. Gunn's Ciampa is an all-timer for Revolution, happy he's back, feel like he has unfinished business in that world title hunt but also him versus Rude as two Intercontinental legends is a heck of a dream match we could see now.

Stokely Hathaway getting heat the dirty way by being short with Renee. What a son of a gun. Andy's got a real good thing going here with playing two entirely different characters at the same time (and both v v well) that's how you keep things fresh.

This burial of the American Dolphins is abhorrent to me but Cwalker's got a beautiful thing going with the Adonis Lock challenge. Really different stuff from the typical promo and a great way to get the new character over.

Our boy Rick Rude keeping things to the point here with the promo as tight as that moustache. Calling out Caleb, who conversely, dropped an astounding call to arms earlier on in the night. Both excellent. Book these dudes against each other get that polar-opposite magic going on.

OH NVM Jamie Hayter's up next challenging Rude to a Taipei Death Match. We have never ever had a Taipei Death Match. Frigging let's. I love this. With all my heart. Thrilled Jamie is back home.

Rock solid promos just coming out the wazzoo tonight with OC crunching numbers in calling out Finn Balor. Why not make this a Taipei Death Match, too? What if we had a show like Lockdown but instead of them all being cage matches they're all Taipei Death Matches?

No shows got us with a mixed-up-at-the-last-minute squash but hope is not lost. We've got the best angle of the show not involving a Tapei Death Match coming out of this thing. Love this tension between Jye's guys with Bronson not really trusting Waller maybe and now they wanna go after Zayn and bah gawd just look all these fonts and colours that Jye is busting out here. Great stuff all around. But also, where's our detectives tonight? What's going on with the Buzzard saga? Not now, but later, we'll get our mystery-of-the-week fix from a lil something something with The Butcher and I think that's just neat too.

Roman Reigns promising a ceremony NEXT WEEK. Get it on the hype. Just friggin guttered he's taking the spiritual crown off my boy but also, what a thrill to mix it up with Chase again and finally get a crack against his Roman. I love this character, I love the energy Chase is bringing as a contender for the world title for the first time in a minute, I think him and Andy is a heck of a feud and they're gonna have a heck of a thread. Also big thanks to Danny for a great match, even with its unspecific Whale Breach, got those six head drops in there and that's what counts.

Where the heck is our WARHORSE? Glass half-full here - Yuta gets a great looking win to work with early on in this run and also now we got him and LA Knight circling like buzzard around that briefcase. Thrilling times. When was the last time somebody lost a MITB briefcase? 2014! And you know what happened then, don't you? The Cartel happened then. So you know the stakes are serious here.

Tyler Breeze is a loser and my guy Kyle is gonna kill him for real. Vinny Marseglia too but that beef is on the back burner right now plus here he is in this promo guaranteeing a Bloody Winter and shoot we should call a ppv that. Maybe the Taipei Death Match one.

Interested in this Jinder Mahal that Xander is rocking. I don't think we've ever had a Jinder, and I wouldn't even know how to play the dude and make him interesting but here he is talking about how he'd rather be back home drinking a beer but instead he's out for vengeance, so I'm really hoping the gimmick is that he's just like a regular Calgary dude from Calgary who likes Calgary stuff (beer, the Flames, NOT the Stampede cause the extra traiffic in their god-forsaken downtown core with all its terrible one-way streets, etc)

It would be great to have more people writing more often. Maybe this week wasn't a big deal on account of a couple squashes, but Danny writing 2-3 matches also isn't anything new. Totally understandable that real life is busy and comes first - you got other hobbies, you gotta sleep, you gotta keep things healthy and balanced and that's all more more important. But also, we're all expecting shows to get posted every week with good matches written and its unfair to expect one person to do most of that work most of the time. We're lucky to have someone who's been a great head writer and booker for a ridiculously long time - can't be taking that for granted. No reason anyone's gotta spend more than two hours doing a match for Revolution once or twice a month. Everyone's time is valuable, so that's not nothing, but its also not lots to commit to, and it could add up to help a bunch. This fed works better when more people are engaged and involved. Fall is usually the slowest time of year, it is what it is, but I think a concentrated effort on stepping up and pitching in is important. If you like having shows go up on time with a bunch of matches on the card, please be a part of that when you can so we can that this thing stays great forever and ever.

[AndyDNU]

Great opening with Gunn bringing Ciampa back. Feels like there is some unfinished business with that character so looking forward to seeing how this run goes.

The IC Title and PTM scene has really blown up lately. Cool to see the likes of Caleb, Eddie and Jamie express their interest in the latter thus making it feel important and desirable, even if Jimmy did slightly misunderstand it’s place in the picture.

The Bayley, Kyle & Janela deal continues to be entertaining and I’m intrigued to see where Fauche takes things with the unorthodox trio.

Another LA Knight heavy show and it looks like bringing in Adonis has helped to light a new fire in Cwalker’s belly as he’s really been bringing his A game with the segments lately.

Credit to Danny for tweaking two of the matches in show to make things work out on account of the late/no-shows as in doing so it provides everyone with content in which to build future promos and TTs on.

Great main event to close things out and progress two different feuds simultaneously. A nice little return favour from Drew on Reigns at the end to keep the heat burning there.

Many thanks to Fauche for his match writing contribution and Danny for putting together the other three. Never taken for granted and always appreciated. Hopefully we are just in a mini lull atm and as we get closer to the next PPV things will pick up again. Besides we’ve got plenty to look forward to already, including the potential Taipei Death Match which has got Fauche jumping for joy by the seems of it.