UWF Presents Resistance — Episode 5 (10/22/15)

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THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM VILLAIN ENTERPRISES



“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Good day ladies and gentlemen. If you’ve not been paying attention as of late, things haven’t been going the Villain’s way on Resistance. Since the start of this so called “brand” I’ve not managed to pick up a win, I’m in debt, and I can’t trust people. The only one of those three I care for is trust. If you have the Villain’s trust, you mustn't tarnish it. Nevertheless. When people prove untrustworthy, the Villain must dispose of them.”



“Hit the lights Nigel.”

Nigel McGuinness hits the lights and the camera quickly rushes over to a man smothered in blood. He is almost unrecognisable and then he stares upwards. It’s Post Malone.



“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Trust is something this man has tarnished. Post Malone, a man I was going to back with the whole industry of Villain Music, proved his untrustworthy ways when his agent pulled out of our contract. So consider this to be the last time you see Post Malone.”

Post Malone:
“Please! Please… Marty… I’ll go back on it. I’ll sign with you for free… just… please… I’m begging you.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“The time for talk has ran out for you, Austin. This isn’t about you, this is about what you represent. What you try and be. What I’m not. That’s why, in front of the whole of the UWF, this will be your last day on planet earth. And that… that’s a promise.”

Post Malone snaps his head down and begins to start crying, what a wuss. He did this to himself. The tears begin to mix with his blood spread across his face and Marty gets a ladder. He sets it up.

Post Malone:
“You don’t have to do this Marty… you’re a good guy inside, I know it!”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“A good guy. A good guy? Hold on a second. Who do you think I am? I’m not some hero. This isn’t a fairytale where your arse gets out of this, this tale. This tale end is far to go, and it’ll run straight over you Austin. There isn’t 1% of hero in me. I’m 110% villain.”

Post Malone screams out as Nigel and Marty grab a hold of his arms and then position him up to the top of the ladder. They zip tie his feet in between tightly and then suddenly bound it together more with tape.

They bring out two umbrellas and then chuck them underneath the ladder. Marty climbs up the opposite side of the ladder and then locks in the Crossface Chicken Wing. Nigel climbs up on the side of the ladder where Post is being wrenched back on and Marty lets go of his grip.

Nigel grabs a hold of Post Malone’s neck and then sends him smashing down crashing against the ladder with the Tower of London! Marty grabs both of the umbrellas and then they begin to swing at the chest of Post Malone!

Strike, after strike, after strike. Post Malone starts to cough out blood onto the floor below as he pleads with them.

Post Malone:
“P-p-p-lea-se. S-t-op.”

Villain Enterprises ignores the bloody man and continues to strike at him. Nigel suddenly starts swinging at the head of Post Malone, causing a massive gash on the top of his skull. Noticing that he was now unconscious, although still drooling blood, they untie his legs.

Post Malone’s lifeless body falls onto the floor head first. Nigel begins to carry it out as Marty addresses the camera once more. The lights fall to original stature.



“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Trust. Is an important thing to the Villain. Break it and you’ll end up like that so called celebrity that’s taking a trip to Lake Superior. The villain rules strong. You either join us, or you suffer.”

Marty almost walks off to the car about to drive off when he seems to have forgotten something.

“Oh yes. I almost forgotten. LONG! LIVE! THE VILLAIN!”





The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.



Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with my broadcast partner Matt Striker LIVE from the Target Center in Minneapolis and welcome back to Resistance!

Matt Striker: Yes, indeed, we're coming to you from the Mill City here tonight and we've got an exciting night ahead of us as the Prime Time Championship is again on the line, this time in a triple threat contest.

Mauro Ranallo: That's right, Matt. That's not all, though! We will also see Resistance crown the captain of its Survivor Series team here tonight when Jeff Hardy and Kenny Omega do battle for the honors.

Matt Striker: Vinny Marseglia, the Horror King of the Ring, will be trying to restore the fear of his name when he goes toe-to-toe with our International Champion and we'll be joined by Survivor Series challenger Seth Rollins on commentary for that match.

Mauro Ranallo: And Vampiro will be on a similar mission against Joe Hendry here tonight.

Matt Striker: We'll also see Juventud in action against Billy Gunn and the debut of Bo Dallas, but first things first, we've been told that Jimmy Uso has called a family meeting to discuss his future so let's see what we can expect from the former champion.

[Scene opens where Jimmy meets his Family in the hall for asking him some advice before his next match]

Jimmy|Uso: Yes I know I'm a failure I mean why is everyone gets to win around here I mean I just lost four freaking matches from Resistance and Genesis and what's next Um another F-in match.

[Roman steps up to the plate and ask his Cousin Jimmy Uso for example about losing)

Roman Reigns: Cuz I saw your match with Grado last Monday and I got Gored by his two goons and now it's time for all three of us or six of us are gonna march down that ring and call out The World Warriors to a six on six tag match at Survivor Series.



Rikishi: you go out there Son and give them hell and do this for your Family hell including your Wife Naomi cause I know she saw your match as well in that is why you got Jey and Roman Reigns beside you and you three are gonna go out there to that ring and ask The World Warriors to accept your offer at Survivor Series in a six man tag for the No'1 Contender for the Resistance tag Champs on Survivor Series.

Naomi: Your Pops and Cuz are right babe you need to head out there and bring that fight to them so that way you can get your revenge for what they did to our family and even they did to Roman Reigns after they Gored him outta nowhere so go make us all proud out there me and your Father will be back here watching you three tear the World Warriors limb from limb at Survivor Series.

{Jimmy circles around and thinks about what his family done told him about revenge)

Jimmy|Uso: you're absolutely right we need to destroy World Warriors for what they did to our Cuz Roman Reigns and we will face them in a six man tag to determine the next No'1 Contender for the UWF tag belts at Survior Series on UWF.

Jimmy|Uso: Now lets go out there in call out the World Warriors for a match at Survivor Series PPV.

[The Usos and Roman Reigns headed straight for the Resistance ring before they cal out The World Warriors}

[Done with that hit's when Jimmy and Jey Uso already in the ring holding a Microphone in there hands while speaking to the UWF Universe]

Jimmy|Uso: Settle down we won't be out here that long just hand us out for a Min last Monday I lost my match to Grado and his group and I had him beat right here in this middle ring where I stand today but now he's facing Bo Dallas this Monday on Resistance.

Jimmy|Uso: But enough with this Grado mess you see he thinks him and his crew of World Warriors think they can beat The Flushing Bloods I don't think so in that is why starting next week me and Jey Uso will be at ringside helping Bo Dallas get a victory win over Big boy Grado for what he did to my family in that special person that got gored last Monday was my flashing blood Roman Reigns.

[Jimmy still Continues talking)

Jimmy|Uso: and since we're both out here then lets welcome to our group he is apart of my Family and our Flushing blood himself my Cousin Roman Reigns.




Truth of Reigns hit's when Roman comes out from the front entrance he looks at the fans and starts walking towards the ring with his family Jimmy and Jey Uso and he gets inside of the ring and ask the timekeeper for a Mic

Fans chants Roman, Roman Roman Roman!



Roman Reigns: Reason that my Cuz called me out here is because of what Grado and his boys did to me on Resistance his boys done Gore the sh*i outta me but that's alright though because they are not stupid enough to try that same move on me ever again

[Crowd cheers for Reigns again)

Roman Reigns: and that is why the three of us is pairing up as a faction in that is why at Survivor Series all three of us will be challenging the World Warriors to a six man tag tornado street fight match at Survivor Series

Jey|Uso: what Roman. just said are you three down for a real fight of the flesh and bloods are do we need us to grab one of your two boys in the back for Gore my Cousin Roman on Resistance.

Jimmy|Uso: nah that's alright fellas well see them on Monday when Grado fights Bo Dallas in this very ring when he loses to Bo Dallas in four days on Resistance.


Roman Reigns: Believe in Roman Reigns

Truth of Reigns hit's again

[before The Usos and Roman Reigns could exit out of the ring our Resistance General Manager comes out on stage stands with a microphone in his hands]



Drake seems none too impressed with the Usos' antics, but he's a fair-minded man. He looks out to the fans who are cheering for him and raises a hand to ask for their silence as he prepares to address the men in the ring.

DRAKE MAVERICK
Jimmy. Jey. Roman. I'm sorry to have to break the news to you, but I've no intention of booking you three in a six-man tag match against the World Warriors at Survivor Series. In part, I have no intention of doing so because I have other plans for Grado and the Boar at Survivor Series, but also, I can't do it because we don't strictly speaking even know where Low Ki is at the moment. So I'll have to work something else out, instead. And I have the perfect idea. Next week, Jimmy, I'm going to make a match. It will be you versus Bo Dallas, and the winner will take a spot on the traditional five-on-five Survivor Series team!

There's a mixed reaction to this announcement as the fans aren't particularly keen on Jimmy. The Usos themselves seem disappointed by the announcement. But Drake shakes his head and continues.

Now, you might be wondering what value there is in representing Team Resistance at Survivor Series but allow me to explain. I had planned to make this announcement later tonight, after the Kenny Omega-Jeff Hardy bout to determine the team captain, but since you've forced my hand: I really want Resistance to win this first Survivor Series match of the Ethan Carter era. Ethan and I are friends, and this is all in the spirit of healthy competition, but at the same time I'd love to win the bragging rights in the board meetings so if Team Resistance should win the Survivor Series match, I intend to reward each surviving member of the team with one personal favor. The sky's the limit on those favors. It could be a shot at the International Championship, control over the stipulation of an important match-up... anything at all, really. So trust me. You want to defeat Bo Dallas next week, and you want to help Team Resistance win at Survivor Series. I've been dealt a fair share of disappointment by you and your family lately, Jimmy. So don't disappoint me this time.

His announcement made, Drake lowers the microphone as the fans erupt with cheers at the big announcement, regardless of the fact Jimmy Uso himself could benefit from it. Grinning, Maverick nods and turns to head to the back. The feed moves along with the Usos and Roman talking in the ring.

The following takes place after last week’s episode of UWF Resistance at Billy Gunn’s residence in Orlando, Florida. You have been warned.

Gunn: “.....Oh my jesus christ, this goddamn game! Can I just get a single good item?!”

Kidman: “You had a triple red shell! If you saved them rather than firing backwards at me with the remaining two, you’d be able to take me out right now, don’t sit there and complain about not getting good items.”

Gunn: “No, I am going to complain because of this map! All I keep doing is either driving into the grass or hitting these cows!”

Sandra: “I thought you picked this map though?”

L: “You did pick this map, Gunn…”

Gunn: “Shut up, L! I didn’t know there were cows on this map!!”

Kidman: “How the hell did you not know there were cows on this map?! THERE WERE COWS SHOWN IN THE PICTURE OF THE MAP!!”

Gunn takes his eye off the screen, and is passed by Sandra, but he doesn’t care too much as he slaps Kidman in the face. BK takes his eyes off the screen as well, allowing for Sandra to get in first place, and slaps Gunn back, now both of them staring down each other and putting their controllers down. Sandra notices this and pauses the game, standing between Gunn and Kidman.

Sandra: “Whoa whoa guys, calm down! It’s just a game, remember?”

Gunn and Kidman both look to each other, and sigh before Kidman sits back down, Gunn peering into the windows of Sandra’s soul.

Gunn: “I-I’m sorry, I just…”

Sandra: “Just don’t. I get it, you’re a more serious type...I do have a question though.”

Gunn: “Shoot awa-”

Sandra: “Who’s Elle?”

Both Gunn and Kidman are stunned silent as Sandra folds her arms with an accusatory glance towards both of them, Gunn tries to stammer out some form of an answer but finds the words are caught by his tongue. Kidman doesn’t even try to answer the question, instead just uncontrollably sweating as Sandra looks at both of them again.

Sandra: “Well? I’m waiting, who is Elle?”

Gunn sits back down, still looking at Sandra while trying to stammer something out.

L: “Just tell her, I don’t care which of you do it, but if she knows then she knows.”

Gunn: “B-But I...I thought the whole point was for you not to be-”

L: “Revealed to the world, yeah we went over that but you screwed it up so you may as well just tell her.

Gunn: “Fine…”

Gunn clears his throat, and even through Sandra’s now glaring eyes, he stands back up and looks right into them.

Gunn: “I...know you won’t believe me, but...here goes. Elle is….well firstly, it’s L, not Elle-”

Sandra: “Like the letter? Just get to the point!”

Gunn: “Okay, okay, L is a sort of...spirit guide, for me and Kidman.”

Sandra: “Spirit guide…..how much have you been drinking tonight?!”

Gunn: “Sandra you’ve been here the entire time, you saw how much I’ve-”

Kidman: “Regardless of how much either of us have drinken, I can attest to what Gunn said. I discovered him first accidentally back in...April? Something like that. See, I got concussed in a match and soon after I began hearing...voices.”

Sandra: “And let me guess, he was guiding your every move?”

Kidman: “No, actually, he was narrating out everything and just generally being a dick.”

L: “Oh that’s just rude!”

Kidman: “But it’s true, L, you kind of were. I mean, remember that title celebration thing for Miz, how you forced me to be carrying around those damn party popper things?”

L: “Oh come on that was pretty hilarious.”

Gunn: “Anyways, I met him a few weeks later after Kidman essentially forced L’s hand into revealing himself to me as well, and he began trying to help us out whenever possible. I mean, if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be together. Me and Kidman meeting you and your friend at the club that night? That was entirely L’s idea.”

Sandra: “So, when you had said it was like destiny that we met…..”

Gunn: “Yeah, I meant that somewhat literally.”

Kidman: “How do you mean something SOMEWHAT literally?”

Gunn: “Y’know what I meant, Kidman.”

L: “Also sorry to correct, but I said it was like fate. Destiny is an entirely different beast, and a fictitious one at that.”

Kidman: “But I thought destiny and fate were the same-”

L: “THEY ARE NOT THE GODDAMN SAME!”

Gunn: “Okay L, jeez, calm down. Okay, so yeah the ‘fate’ that brought us together was L’s doing.”

At this point, Sandra is seeming more and more exacerbated with each word being muttered out of either Gunn or Kidman’s mouths, and she sits down.

Sandra: “So what you’re saying is that this magical spirit guide who you have NEVER actually seen before randomly poof’d into Kidman’s life after he suffered a concussion, entered into your mind later on, and began guiding you two through life so you wouldn’t end up as big of losers as you already are?”

Gunn: “Yeah, pretty much.”

Sandra enacts part of the art of the compromise, holding her nose and closing her eyes as she struggles to believe these two’s ridiculous tale.

Sandra: “Okay, fine, say that this...spirit guide thing DOES exist, I want proof. Have it enter my mind or something and talk to me, I don’t know, I just want to know if I’m gonna have to slap you or not.”

Gunn sighs a breath of relief and looks to Kidman.

Gunn: “Alright, L, just do what you did for my mind and then-”

L: “Not that easy, the higher up spirits got pissed at the stunt I pulled for Miz, spirits of my rank aren’t exactly allowed to go in more than 2 minds at a time…..”

Kidman: “Oh...well then just leave one of our-”

L: “If I do that, I can’t get back in.”

Kidman: “Oh shit.”

Sandra: “What? What oh shit?”

Gunn: “Well...apparently L’s hire-ups won’t let him access more than two minds at a time…and…..”

Sandra: “And what?”

Kidman: “AND if he leaves one of our heads to convince you he exists, then he isn’t able to get back into the head of the person he left.”

Sandra is absolutely, positively dumbfounded at the story that these two are trying to convince her of, and this is her breaking point as she stamps her foot down.

Sandra: “Nope, I’m done. You try to convince me of this voice in your head and he, she, whatever they are don’t even have the proverbial balls to prove their existence?! No, I’m just done with it. I’m going to bed, and in the meantime maybe you three can put your heads together and figure out a way to make me both not a skeptic and someone who isn’t completely pissed off at your lying!”

Before Gunn and Kidman can say anything to try and convince her otherwise, Sandra storms off, her footfalls sounding like an elephant stampede as they trail off upstairs, a door slamming shut and then nothing.

Gunn: “..........Well...what….what can we do?”

Only silence follows Gunn’s questions, all three of them trying to think of something, anything to how they can prove L’s existence to Sandra.

Kidman: “Could we potentially record you speaking, somehow?”

L: “One, my voice is in your head so nothing I say could be recorded using mortal devices, and two even if that was true it still doesn’t prove I exist. Anyone could say that stuff.”

Kidman: “Fair enough point…”

Some more silence, at this point the Nintendo Switch they were playing MK8 Deluxe on has shut off naturally

Gunn: “Could we somehow do like..IDK...a magic sequence of some variety to summon you from the spirit realm?”

L: “I mean...it has happened before-”

Gunn and Kidman’s faces brighten up as they believe to have figured out a way they could prove it, but…

L: “BUT it usually ends poorly since it would normally take years to learn the language of spirits and one wrong symbol placement can result in you guys summoning a whole different entity. Had someone in the past in a similar situation to this one who tried to summon me. He misplaced one of the symbols, and out came this...this freaking creature with bony arms and legs wearing a black cloak, almost like your idea of the grim reaper, but his face also just...wasn’t there. It was like a goddamn black hole. The poor guy stood no chance, as soon as he summoned the thing he just...fell over. Turns out that his soul got sucked out of him, and I only learned that because I got reprimanded by the spirit deities, as they were, for letting a human die under unnatural circumstances while under my watch. That’s why I can’t manage more than two people at a time now, in case you were wondering…...uh…...guys?”

Both of The Gunns are stunned silent at this bombshell of an answer from L, and they all go quiet again. The scene then fades out, the Gunns both worried about what their future holds.



As we come back from commercial break, “The Local Hero” Joe Hendry is already standing in the ring with a smug look on his face, adjusting his wrists and bouncing back and forth.
Suddenly the lights cut out and the arena in plunged into darkness. A cool chill grips the the audience tightly as a disturbing video begins to play on the big screen.....



After a few moments of this, Vampiro would be known to step out from the curtain, but as time passed on, he was nowhere to be seen. Hendry stood there confused, asking the referee what was wrong with this picture, but he was just as confused. A solid minute passed, and no Vampiro. Hendry was taking his time adjusting, and figured he’d step out of the ring for a chair to kick back and relax. As he’s on the outside floor, a hand suddenly appears from the bottom ring apron, tripping Joe, only for Vampiro to spring out like a bat from a cave and start nailing blow after blow!

Matt Striker: “Look at that! The mind games of Vampiro are at hand! Hendry fell for the trap, and now he’s paying for it!”

The crowd at first seem strongly confused on how to feel on Vampiro, especially when taking into mind who he was before being burned alive, but that’s all in the past, and this sick, new version of the monster is on full display as he’s relentless. The bell hasn’t rung, and he stands up, taking a quick stomp to Joe’s head. Vampiro cracks a smile with is crooked teeth, before picking Hendry up by the head, clutching Joe’s head under his arm, and dropping down with a DDT on the floor! He’s knocked silly, but he’s not done as he reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. The ref advises him to take this in the ring, but the former Intercontinental Champion is having none of it. He yells for Joe to get up, and after a few seconds, he eventually makes it to a knee, trying to shake his head and get a vison of what’s going on, but it’s soon lights out as Vampiro lefts the chair all the way, twisting his body to the side, before stepping forward, swinging with the force of God himself, and hitting a homerun on the face of “The Local Hero”! He’s rolled into the ring, his body gone completely numb at this point.

Mauro Ranallo: What IMPACT! Vampiro’s no man, he’s no monster, he’s just a vengeful spirit at this point!

The ref is checking on Joe, but Vampiro pushes him away, grabbing Hendry by the shoulders and pushing him up into the corner, standing him up and hooking his arms to the top rope, causing him to stand up while knocked out. The ref looks confused, but Vampiro shouts at him to start the match. He reluctantly rings for the bell.

-VERSUS-

DING! DING! DING!

Hendry’s slowly taking a few steps away from the corner, wobbly on his knees, and than gets shut down completely as Vampiro runs at him full force with a big boot to the chest that puts him into the corner. He keeps the onslaught going with his arm, hitting a lariat after a lariat with no intention of stopping. The ref gets too a five count before Vamp eases up, letting Joe just barely get out, dropping to his knees. He looks up at Vampiro, as if it’s some sign of begging, but he’s only met with a hand to the throat. Like Marvel’s Ghost Rider, Vampiro stares into his eyes with a pissed off look as he stands him up, before throwing the arm over his shoulder, and lifting him for Vampiro’s Bite, before slamming him down back to reality. Vampiro, still with his jacket on, cackles a loud cackle as the ref checks on him, only for Vampiro to take is thumb and slit it across his throat, before picking up Joe, and finishing this with a Nail in the Coffin, hooking the leg for the pin.

...1!




...2!




...3!

DING! DING! DING!

Michael Buffer: “Here is your winner… Vampiro...”



Even Buffer seems a bit uneased with this assault, and Vampiro doesn’t miss a beat, raising his arms up in victory. The fans are gripped by an unease before a man comes jogging down from the back: it's Joe Hendry's former manager, Leyton Buzzard!

Mauro Ranallo: Here comes Leyton Buzzard! He's been haunting the Revolution locker room for weeks looking for a replacement for Joe Hendry and now he's coming in his former client's hour of need!

Buzzard tries to slide into the ring but Vampiro moves threateningly in his direction and stomps at him and Buzzard retreats, backing away as he eyes the Daemon with fear plain on his face. Vampiro grins at Buzzard before moving to lay back against the corner, stalking and staring at Hendry. He’s clearly out of it, and for an uncomfortable pause, he barely moves, using what strength he has left to get up on his hands, pushing himself off the ground. Like a jaguar in the jungle though, Vampiro sprints towards him leaping forward with his leg back, and shoots it down like a shotgun with his version of the Curbstomp! Buzzard can only watch in horror as Vampiro looms over the twitching body of Joe Hendry.

Matt Striker: God forgives, but Vampiro does not, ladies and gentlemen. Whether that was directed to Seth Rollins, or the entirety of the UWF locker room, one thing’s for sure, there will be hell to pay. Let’s move away from this and, just get to something else.

The feed lingers awkwardly after Striker's call as Vampiro uses his boot to push the lifeless body of Hendry out of the ring, where Buzzard promptly drops at his side to try and tend to him as medical personnel rush down the ramp. The Daemon performs his signature cut-throat gesture and, with a flicker of the lights, he disappears. With that, the feed moves along.

The camera feed heads backstage as we find The Hired Gunns, both still in street clothes, walking back from the catering area, Gunn carrying a paper bag with there being numerous cans of Pepsi inside of it. As the two continue walking they bump into Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova, who are preparing for Grado’s match with Bo.

Kidman: “Woah, sorry, sorry, didn’t pay attention to where I, er, we we’re going.”

The Proletariat Boar: “Huh, oh it’s cool man, just trying to pump up Grado. I mean not like he needs it after we that’s right WE, ran off the Usos and their has-been cousin. I mean we pretty much beat three people, if anyone deserves tag belts, it’s us.”

Gunn: “Hey now, come on. Look who you are talking about, it’s The Usos! I mean, christ, they are the New York Jets of the UWF, we’re the ones that beat Steiner and Corbin last week. Hell, we’ve beaten Bobby Roode and Seth Rollins before! If it weren’t for us, Drake probably wouldn’t even be considering bringing those tag titles back!”

It seems tensions are running a bit high between these two, as Gunn and Boar stare down a bit, but Kidman tries pulling back Gunn from them.

Kidman: “Jeez, Kip, calm down. I get it, you’re defensive about the tag titles, just calm down. You got like 15 cans of Pepsi in there, just crack open one and relax.”

Gunn does so a bit reluctantly, now seeming content to stand back as Kidman does the talking.

Kidman: “Well, anyways, you guys definitely seem to have done well for yourself, and uh, sorry about making fun of your accent back when I faced Low Ki.”

Grado just chuckles as he puts his arm on the Boar to sorta hold him back.

Grado:” Oh it’s fine, Ah mean I’d expect somethin’ like that from a bloody Pepsi drinkeh! See me and Boar, we Gusta Cola!”

The Proletariat Boar: “Just like the best Japanese wrestler in the word Cima. Oh and you talk like beating two muscle bound idiots who are gonna beat the shit out of each other tonight is an accomplishment. That’s like bragging about beating Kirby on easy. Which I bet Gunn can’t do.”

Gunn: “Hey, I’ve beaten Kirby games on the hardest difficulty before...not 100%, but I’ve done it.”

Kidman: “You mean when we played Return to Dream Land together and I kept carrying you as DeDeDe?”

Gunn: “Doesn’t matter, it counts!”

Gunn then turns around back to Grado and Boar after the brief spat with Kidman.

Gunn: “Well, anyways, uh...Dragon Warriors? Is that what The Usos called you?”

Kidman: “WORLD Warriors, Gunn.”

Gunn: “Thank you, and I do talk like that is an accomplishment because Corbin and Steiner were actually working well together in our match against them, so it’s more like 100% completing Punch Out, as in all of the regular fights, all the title rematch fights, AND beating Donkey Kong, which I don’t think you can do, Boar.”

Boar stares down Gunn once again, taking his time to compose a rebuttal to this grave insult to his nerdom.

The Proletariat Boar: “You’re right I haven’t 100 percent completed the game, but out of refusal to progress after that DISGUSTING display of propaganda that is Soda Popinski. I mean I am a Proletariat after all, gotta show pride. Ok Gunn I’ll give you two the benefit of saying that beating not a real team is something to brag about. So we have two of the best teams in Resistance, and soon, we’ll be able to see who is the best, but not now. Grado has to deal with that

guy who said something about a Sandwich? What was his deal?”

Grado: ”Ay don’t know? I think he’s trying to fat shame me, real rich coming from a guy who looks loch New Years Baby Big Show, but ye what Boar said, we would love to have a chance to rough it up with you two Sitcom protagonists.”

Gunn: “Well, once I become European Champion and Drake makes our International House of Tag Team Titles official, then we may see The Hired Gunns vs The World Warriors in the tag team battle of the year!”

Gunn goes a bit overdramatic with some posing to emphasize his words, but then calms right back down.

Gunn: “But for now, you enjoy your match with Bo Dallas, and uh, I know you’re more of a Coke fan but at least try this, maybe it’ll give ya’ the needed boost.”

Gunn tosses a can of Pepsi to Grado, before him and Kidman walk off.

Boar grabs it before Grado has a chance to catch it.

The Proletariat Boar: “Well thanks for the Pepsi, and hey we just got Super Mario Party so anytime you boys wanna get angry, and have a party where nobody like anyone then give us a shout. Until then good luck with beating that Dream.”

Off that, Gunn simply spins around mid-walk and gives a thumbs up to Boar and Grado, the feed going elsewhere after a few seconds of focusing on it.

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The camera fades to see Susanna Reid and Piers Morgan sitting down at their desk for the UK’s popular breakfast television show, “Good Morning Britain”. A headline flashes up below reading “Villain Enterprises shocks the world” and Piers Morgan begins to address it.

Piers Morgan:
“You see, in the world there are common folk that enjoy brutality and violence. Generally we summarize them down as wrestling fans. Ever since the WWE closed its doors and the UWF risen from the ashes of it, there have been many, many people who have tried to replicate the past. To dwell on it if you will. But this man, that we have on the air right now, personifies change.”

Susanna Reid:
“Ever since leaving Britain, this Cambridge native has made bounds for his profession. He has become arguably, Britain’s best professional wrestler. Marty Scurll is on the air. Marty, how are you feeling today.”



The screen flashes up to a split screen set up as Marty Scurll is sitting on a armchair in the most relaxed position possible. He’s repping Villain Enterprises as always.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“I’m fine Susanna. Business may not be booming as much as I’d like but it’s nice to know where you’re going next. What move I’m going to make next.”

Piers Morgan:
“Cutting to the chase here, on the last edition of Resistance, fans haven’t been understanding what’s going on with you and this guy called “The Velveteen Dream”. Personally I haven’t heard of him, but what going on between you two Marty?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“I felt like you were going to ask me about him. In actuality, we’ve been at each other’s throats for so long I thought we’d form a common bond. We always took each other to the limit and that’s something you aim with for a partner, not only just an opponent. With the rumour emerging of a whole division arising for tag teams, I had to genuinely consider who around me I could share gold with. And to me, since my business partner isn’t medically cleared, I could only look towards the man who I can’t beat. That so happens to be Velveteen, and you know what they say, if you can’t beat ‘em. Join ‘em.”

Susanna Reid:
“On that note Marty, you haven’t been able to beat anyone since arriving on Resistance. Loss after loss after loss must be draining mustn’t it be? Are we ever going to see that change?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“I’ve gotta be honest with you Susanna, ever since I’ve stepped foot here on Resistance, I’ve tried to make that change. Maybe the people in management don’t like the Villain. Maybe the people in the audience don’t like the Villain. But in real terms, I haven’t gave them an opportunity to. I’ve lost… a lot. And yes, it has been draining. But the Villain powers through that, otherwise I’d never get out of bed in the morning. I know that I’m the world’s most gifted technical wrestler. That’s beyond fact. Losses have only been a set back in proving this.”

Piers Morgan:
“Not only match losses Marty, I do believe. When you tried to unite with the Velveteen Dream you were rejected in tasteless manor. How do you aim to seal the deal with him?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you in an instant. Because Piers, I don’t know. I can’t nail him down, as an opponent he’s the most predictable man in the world but when you cross the border of wrestling into the real world. He’s the most confusing man in the world.”

Marty takes a swig of the Villain Energy laying down on the coffee table beside him. He then places it back gently as he waits for another question.

Susanna Reid:
“If you do become partners with Velveteen, Marty, will he have an impact on your beloved Villain Enterprises? I do believe it’s quite an enterprise. You’ve opened two branching off brands, Villain Energy and Villain Music, both on very different ends of the business alley. Would you trust him with them?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Hah, the question isn’t about trust. I know who I trust and who I don’t. And right now, Velveteen isn’t on my bad list, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked for him to become my partner. Business wise? He’d have to earn that privilege. I mean after all, we’re in debt already. We can’t afford any mistakes from now on.”

Piers Morgan:
“Speaking of people on your bad list, we’ve heard that, allegedly, you have hospitalised Post Malone for pulling out of a Villain Music contract. Is there any truth to these rumours Marty?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“...I don’t know who’d make up something like that Piers. Whoever did clearly isn’t right in the head, next question.”

Piers Morgan:
“No, no, no. You can’t just skip over this allegation of a major crime here Marty. Did you injure Post Malone?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Negative.”

Susanna Reid:
“Cut it out Piers, Marty clearly doesn’t want to talk about potentially murdering someone on breakfast TV does he?”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Wait, wait, wait. Are you implying that I did actually kill Post Malone? Because that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. I mean you have the Villain on here on your minor league programme and you ask him absurd questions like that? Please, ask the Villain better questions, I mean I know you two are more than qualified to.”

As Marty finishes up ranting his thrustrations off on Piers Morgan, the two breakfast TV presenters enter a shock, completely wordless.



Piers Morgan:
“Actually, wait hold on. I have a question for you Marty. What if all of this ploy for you to be the Velveteen Dream’s partner is only for your gain? What if all of that is for you to hide the fact that you can’t win? The fact that you need someone else to hide that. Because honestly, it’s more than visible that you’re trying to do.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“Is that all you think of me Piers? Well, I expected nothing more than that from such an idiotic nobody. Or as I’d prefer to put it numpty. You don’t know all about me, what I do or what I’m going to. That’s what makes me unique, I’m not predictable. I know what sets people off, and sometimes that’s just a snap of a finger, or a little swing of an umbrella. And me? I look only positively into my partnership with Velveteen. I promise that this partnership will be a 50/50 effort. A true power team. And ego wise? I think you should have a quick reality check on that Piers.”

Susanna Reid:
“As much as we’d like to talk to you all day Marty, we have other topics we need to summarize for our viewers. I do believe that you’ll join us next week? Some time around there. And I do believe that you feel personally offended by Piers and we’ll allow you two to be face to face, rather than this exchange over well, Skype. Next up, we talk about bad music, should people just learn to accept it?”

As the topic changes, Marty is taken off the TV without wishing his farewells. Maybe he’s not done here on Resistance tonight? We’ll only find out as the A show of UWF continues, UWF Resistance.

Micheal Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

The arenas lights go off with an audible click as the lights do go out. All of a sudden a spotlight is in the middle of the stage

Bo Dallas walks out from the back into the spotlight with a microphone in hand to say his usual speel. Bo holds the microphone close as he moves his head out poking in a peculiar way.



Bo raises the microphone to his mouth as he begins to speak.

Bo Dallas: "Hello friends my name is Bo Dallas and I am the "Bo-sen" one, today I promise that I am going to beat my bo-opponent for tonight because I BOLIEVE! in the power of friendship. We're all friends here."

The crowd bolieve as they chant "BOLIEVE" as Bo Dallas says his world famous catchphrase. The lights flick on as "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter blares throughout the arena. As Bo's titantron appears behind...


Bo drops the microphone, Bo stretches his arms up as he points to himself, as the theme begins



Bo begins his way towards the ring. With a smirk on his face as he high fives the children/men in front row, he tells everyone he meets hands with to "bolieve".

He hits the ringside area and looks around to both sides of himself as he pulls his hair back and screams with his arms out "Bolieve in bo-d".

Bo Dallas looks forward than he makes his way towards and up the steel steps. Bo walks to the halfway point between the ropes he stops in place

He holds the top rope as he leans and points to himself as he is about to enter through the lower ropes.



Bo goes to one knee as he places his fist to his face while looking down.



Bo raises to his feet and flicks back his hair and raises his arms and points to himself one more time as he makes his way to the middle of the ring he smiles.

Micheal Buffer: And his opponent...



the famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make their way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into their Corner.

Micheal Buffer: “And representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”

DING DING DING!


The bell rings and Grado starts yelling at Bo in his weird Brogue accent but the Bo-sen one isn't having any of them, the men touched his Bo-loney sandwich and they're gonna pay, Bo charges Grado with a dropkick right in the jaw! Bo doesn't let up and immediately gets on top of Grado and starts driving his knee into Grado's chest! after like 5 knees Bo grabs Grado's leg in a pin

Mauro Ranallo: Bo Dallas going all in on his debut.

Matt Striker: The man is calling himself the Bo-sen one and is trying to prove the moniker here

1...
2..

NO! Grado kicks out!

Bo gets up to his feet and moves his hair out of his face as he starts circling Grado, waiting for him to get up and when he finally does Bo runs to the ropes and rebounds with a running forearm smash at Grado but the World Warrior manages to duck under it! he's now grabbing Bo from the back and starts lifting him with a German suplex but the OG Boliever elbows him in the head enough time to stop him dead in his tracks, the last elbows rocks Grado who releases Bo and turns his back to him which might have been a mistake as it's Bo's turn for a german suplex, he tries to lift Grado but he's too heavy!

Matt Striker: Well it looks like Bo was right, Grado IS fat!

Mauro Ranallo: He's got big bones that's all.

Bo tries for serval more times but with no success and Grado just yawns, that sounds was probably a motivation for Bo who goes for another one and this time actually lifts Grado! the Scottish sensation is caught by surprise and doesn't know what to do, lucky for him tho (or unlucky?) he's still fat and Bo has a problem with throwing him with the suplex, while Bo tries that Grado comes up with a plan as he grabs Bo's head and drops down to his knees with a Stunner! the crowd erupts into cheers and Grado starts flipping the finger anywhere like he's good ol Stone Cold, he ain't, Boar yells at his direction that he still needs to win the match, Grado realizes that Boar is right and goes for the pin

1...
NO!

Bo kicks out!

Grado takes a second to think about what he's going to do next and that gives Bo even more time to recover as he's now using the ropes to stand up and when Grado finally comes up with something to do he's on his feet, Grado walks over to Bo and starts with the famous punch combo landing a few good shots before doing the taunt and going for the grand finale, Bionic Elbow but Bo gets back to life quickly with a strong right hand on Grado's jaw!

Matt Striker: Oh dang, that must've really hurt.

Grado is dazed and turns his back to Bo while clutching his chin, that wasn't a good idea as Bo jumps on his back and goes for the Rear Mount sleeper! Grado goes into panic mode and rushes back first into the corner, smashing Bo against it, they both rebound off of it and as Grado sees that Bo is dazed he charges the ropes and comes back with the Wee boot just for Bo to suddenly come back to life and duck under and roll Grado up with a schoolboy!

Mauro Ranallo: LOOK! Bo caught him by surprise!

Matt Striker: Is Bo going to win here?

1....
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner:

BO DALLAS!



Bo leaves the ring and lifts his hand high in victory as Boar comes in to check on his best friend and the feed moves elsewhere
.

The live feed goes backstage where Renee Young is standing by.



Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Juventud.



Juventud: Hola Renee! Que pasa?

Renee Young: I just wanted to get your thoughts on your match this week. How are you feeling especially after the though loss last week.

Juventud: Tough loss? You think I can dish it but not take it? I'm not angry that Velveteen Dream beat me with help from Marty Scurll. As a matter of fact I'm happy it happened. It proves just how much better I am than Dream. He needed help to overcome me.

Renee Young: Well yes but you had help yours-

Juventud: Next question.

Renee Young: Ok. You made a remark about Marty Scurll getting what's coming to him. Do you plan on getting revenge against him?

Juventud: Revenge? No no no no no. The Juice doesn't bother himself with petty little squabbles like that. Marty Scurll is nothing but a cricket that I could squish under my foot. He calls himself of villain but he doesn't even know what a true villain is. I'm one of the most hated wrestlers in UWF history. Obviously I'm revered in Mexico but here, all you people see if a brown man "stealing" wins. And you know what, good! I feed off the hate. Marty only pretends he's a villain just because he snaps a few fingers. How about ending a few careers before you compare yourself to The Juice!

Renee Young: And what about your match with Billy Gunn tonight? How have you been preparing?

Juventud: Preparing? Well me and mi amigos through back about 40 cervesas last night jajajajaja!

The Mexicools all laugh and walk off, leaving Renee to just shrug towards the camera as the feed goes elsewhere.


The scene fades into the Velveteen Dream with Charly Caruso. It’s a interview filmed last week just after the Dream defeated Juventud and turned down Scurll’s handshake.



Charly Caruso: Velveteen Dream, you just won a huge match against Juventud, which was essentially a huge handicap match if you would like to put it that way, but some are saying Juventud had you beat until Marty Scurll helped you. Was this planned, and if not what do you have to say?

Velveteen Dream: Charly, the Dream has an idea why Scurll was out there, but let the Dream let you know that was not planned. Quite frankly, the Dream is insulted. Juventud did not have me beat, if anything, the Dream had him beat. Yes, Super Crazy was just about to attack me, but the Dream was ready, but Scurll decided to weasel his way into my match even though the Dream and Scurll are done. Our feud is over, the Dream came out on top, but he feels as if he wants to continue it, but the Dream is letting the UWF universe know right now: The Dream will never ever align himself with a loser. Especially when the Dream teamed with him before and he costed us our chance for the International Championship.

Charly Caruso: Well Dream, you said you had an idea on why he helped you. Can you clarify?

Velveteen Dream: Did you not see him earlier today? His business is in a rut. Scurll was selling his energy drinks at his own lemonade stand. He blew all his money on record labels and selling drinks, but look where it got him! It got him so much debt. Now, look at the Dream. My business is booming, the Dream is making tons and tons of money right now, and you know why? It’s cause the Dream knows not to waste money on parties for when he wins titles, unlike Marty. It’s obvious, Charly, he wants to hang with the Dream so the Velveteen Dream Experience will rub off on him and he can finally get back on track. The Dream bets if he aligned himself with Scurll, he’d be asking the Dream for a loan right now.

Charly Caruso: So there’s really no chance of you two aligning with each other?

Velveteen Dream: The Dream would NEVER team with Scurll, he’d have to prove to the Dream that he can be trusted. He can be trying to get the Dream to a false sense of security and BOOM! That’s when he strikes. He’ll leave the Dream down on the ground hurt and bruised, all so he can get another shot for the Dream’s title. So, if you mind, the Dream needs to talk to Maverick. He owes me time off so the Dream can heal up these wounds from Genesis. The Dream will send postcards from Paris.

Charly Caruso: Wait, Dream! Before you go, how do you feel about your title match against Billy Gunn that's coming up soon?

Velveteen Dream: Who?

The scene fades out with the Dream smiling before walking off leaving Charly Caruso with her cameraman.

Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...



The engine of a lawnmower starting flow throughout the arena and the crowd is on their feet, booing the arrival of one of the nost hated factions in UWF history. It doesn't take long before the Mexicools make their way out on their custom Juan Deere's, driving down the ramp.

Michael Buffer: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Super Crazy and Psicosis, from Mexico City, Mexico, Juventud!

The Mexicools circle the ring in their Juan Deere's having fun and dancing along to their music until they park. They all slide into the ring with Psicosis and Super Crazy hyping up Juventud as he warms up in the corner.

The lights cut out, as the arena is bathed in darkness. The opening notes to "O, Canada" begin playing, and everyone in attendance knows exactly what to expect to come on next.



...IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID "I'M ANGRY"

The lights come right back on and the fans cheer as the Billies, Gunn and Kidman, run out onto the stage with excitement flashing in their eyes. The pair are almost taken aback by the amount of approval from the crowd, each taken a few steps back, accidentally bumping into each other. When they feel the bump into each other, the two decide to strike a pose towards the camera like they are on some sort of B-level buddy cop film that goes straight to DVD, both smiling for the camera with their arms crossed.

Michael Buffer: "Being accompanied by Billy Kidman, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 268 lbs he is 1/2 of The Hired Gunns, Billy Gunn!"

After the introduction, Gunn and Kidman begin walking down the ramp, continuing to play to the crowd the entire way down, giving out high fives, too sweets, the like.





They soon arrive at the foot of the ramp, and each take a corner of the ring by the entrance ramp. The two then run towards each other, and barely avoid each other as they slide into the other side of the ring, popping right back up to their feet and then onto the second rope where they pose once more, letting out a yell to the crowd to get them even more amped up, before then hopping down and preparing themselves for the match ahead (even if they are not part of it.)

-VERSUS-

DING DING DING!

The opening bell rings and immediately Juventud takes a run at Billy Gunn, but Gunn steps up and throws a stiff shoulder forward and he brings the luchadore down to the canvas with a stiff shoulder block. Juvi rolls to the side and quickly gets back to his feet, but when he does Gunn is right on him with thunderous rights that make an impact, audible even in the nosebleeds as each one lands hard on Juventud's jaw and sends him reeling toward his own corner. Gunn backs Juvi into that corner, than violently whips him across the ring to the corner opposite. Juvi impacts hard and stumbles forward as Gunn takes a run at him and grounds him with a Lou Thesz press, then starts raining even more punches down on his face, pugilizing Juventud until the official orders him to break it off. Gunn obliges, stepping up and walking away from Juvi as the Mexican rolls out of the ring and gives his head a good shake while he tries to get some sense back into his skull. The Mexicools round the ring to help him regroup on the outside, and after a brief pep talk and hype-up Juvi climbs back onto the apron. Gunn comes looking for him, but as he does Juvi rolls clean over him! As Gunn turns around, Juventud is right there and he hits a step-up enzuigiri! Gunn falls to the canvas hard as Juventud gets back to his feet and works the booing crowd.

Mauro Ranallo: We're still very much in the opening minutes of this match but for a moment there it looked as though this was going to be no contest with Billy Gunn using his size and power advantage to out-muscle Juventud.

Matt Striker: Indeed it did, but as we can now plainly see, Juventud was just waiting for a window of opportunity to open and now that it has I would expect him to do everything to keep momentum on his side.

Juvi immediately puts the boot to Gunn, stomping on him repeatedly. Gunn rolls out onto the apron, but Juvi intends to minimize the separation and so hits the ropes opposite, then comes right back for a baseball slide to the jaw! Gunn flops off the side of the ring onto the floor and Juvi quickly pops back to his feet. As Gunn slowly gets to his own on the outside, Juvi again hits the ropes opposite and comes over the top with a tope con hilo! He hits and Gunn crashes to the floor, Juventud's weight coming down in full on top of him. The luchadore rolls back to his side and pops back up to his feet, then pulls Gunn to his own and throws him into the barricade. Gunn crashes into it and ends up slumped against it, allowing Juventud to take advantage as he props Gunn up and unloads on his chest with a huge chop. The fans "wooo!" a la Ric Flair as Juventud again connects with a chop, this display repeated five more times before Juvi tires of it and rolls Gunn back into the ring. He slides in after the Number One Contender to the European Championship and goes for the cover.

1...

...NO! Billy Gunn gets a foot on the ropes!

Juventud rolls his eyes as he sits up, annoyed that Gunn is prolonging what he believes to be the inevitable. The luchadore quickly gets to his feet and then pulls Gunn up to his own, then sends Gunn into the ropes. Gunn rebounds and immediately he goes for a clothesline, but Juventud ducks under and hits the ropes opposite and when they meet again in the middle of the ring, Juventud leaps up onto Gunn's shoulders to hit a hurricanrana! Gunn, however, has this scouted and as Juventud lands he simply throws his weight forward and falls toward the canvas, bringing Juvi down with a powerbomb! Juventud's spine bounces off the ring surface with a loud thud and he immediately arches his back as he rolls onto his side, placing the back of a hand on his lower spine. Gunn's to his feet almost immediately as he poses with hands behind his head and gives his hips a little gyration. The ladies in the crowd whistle and the men get in with some cheering at the display as Gunn lines Juventud up, the luchadore getting slowly to one knee before standing up in a doubled-over position.

Matt Striker: Juventud is vulnerable and Billy Gunn knows it as he lines up the Fame Asser!

Gunn leaps up to hit his maneuver but as he does, Juvi pulls away and Billy gets nothing but canvas as he lands on his ass, a jolt shooting straight up through his spine as his eyes close in agony. Juventud then UNLOADS with an ugly kick right to the face that sends Gunn whipping back to a laid-out position. Juventud quickly hits the ropes as a groggy Gunn sits back up and punts him right in the face, again ringing the Number One Contender to the European Champion's bell before the former Intercontinental Champion hits a standing moonsault and hooks the leg!

Mauro Ranallo: Juventud avoided the Fame Asser and now he's in position to end this!

1...

2...

...NO!

The fans pop as Gunn gets the shoulder up. Juventud can't believe it; he runs a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and gives his head a wild shake. The fans respond by kicking up a "YES!" chant, which gets Juventud even more angry as he pulls Gunn up to his knees and then unloads with a nasty kick to the chest. Gunn reels, but stays on his knees, so Juventud grabs him in a DDT clutch. It's then that Billy powers to his feet, lifting Juventud clean off of his own, then throws Juventud overhead to send him crashing to the canvas. The crowd erupts in a massive pop as Gunn gets fired up, turning and walking over to Juventud. Juvi gets to his feet as Gunn grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes, then easily carries him through for a snap powerslam! Gunn again gets to his feet, lifting Juventud with him in a deadlift before putting him up overhead in a military press! The fans are buzzing as Billy turns toward the Mexicools and runs forward. Before Super Crazy and Psicosis even know what's going on, Gunn throws Juventud over the top and he crashes into them, sending them all to the floor on the outside to a huge ovation from the crowd!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA the sheer power of Billy Gunn there as he takes out not one, nor two, but THREE men with that huge military press slam!

Matt Striker: When he's focused and applies himself, there's very little that Billy Gunn couldn't achieve here in the UWF. This could be your next European Champion.

Gunn heads to the outside, pulling Juventud out of the wreckage of his teammates and rolling him back into the ring. Sliding in after him, Gunn goes for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO!

Juventud kicks out! The fans boo as Gunn quickly gets back to his feet, then pulls Juventud back to his own. When he gets Juvi up, the luchadore thumbs him in the eye! Gunn stumbles away as the official gives Juventud shit, but Juvi brushes right past him and takes a run at Gunn, only to be lifted up and dropped hard on his back with a spinebuster! Juventud again writhes on the canvas as Gunn walks over and casually drops an elbow on him. Gunn then pulls Juvi off the canvas and sends him into the ropes while hitting the ropes opposite; on the rebound, he goes for a shoulder block but Juvi leaps onto Gunn's shoulders and hits a headscissors takedown! The fans are really letting Juvi have it now as he kips right back up and heads for the apron, then scrambles up to the top rope! Just then, the Titantron and soundsystem flare to life:



“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”

Mauro Ranallo: What?!?

Matt Striker: It looks like Juventud's words earlier in the evening have been heard loud and clear and the Villain is about to make his presence felt again tonight!

The music plays but... nobody is coming. Super Crazy and Psicosis have moved to intercept the Villain and Nigel McGuinness and even Kidman's eyes are turned toward the stage. The distraction is just long enough to give Gunn the chance to get back to his feet and throw Juventud off the top rope! Juventud lands hard on the canvas and scrambles to get back to his feet but when he gets up to a doubled-over position Gunn runs and hits the Fame Asser and quickly goes for the cover! Psicosis turns just in time to see the pinfall attempt and moves to interrupt...

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Matt Striker: He did it! Billy Gunn steals the victory with a little bit of a distraction from Villain Enterprises!

Mauro Ranallo: The fans are cheering and delighted to see their man win but there could be no doubt that this week, Juventud was the victim of the same sort of cheap tricks he usually employs to get an advantage.

The fans are, indeed, cheering at Gunn's win as he and Kidman quickly roll out of the ring, leaving the Mexicools to attend to their leader inside. As Gunn and Kidman head up the ramp, Super Crazy helps Juventud get to his feet while Psicosis shouts obscenities in Spanish at their opponents for the week, believing them to have been culpable for the distraction. Just then the lights shut off leaving the Mexicools in darkness. A sudden screeching is heard, sharp and precise. The lights turn back on and then a man pans onto the titantron.



Mauro Ranallo: And the villain shows his face at last! What could he want?”

Marty slowly looks down to the arena and speaks slowly to the arena, not extremely loudly but enough to cause intrigue.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll:
“What a showing Juventud. What a night. It’s a shame what you seem to think. In regards to blasphemy towards THE Villain. And in Britain, they don’t recognise the word blasphemy too well, but what they do recognise is shit talk. In Ol’ Blighty another thing they do is have sayings for common acts. In this case it’s simply, chat shit, get banged. And not in the good way, like you bottom feeders often scurry for.”

“No, those days will be soon lost. Soon lost as the Villain takes over your life, homes. Muerte pura in other words. I knew that doing what I did last week would set off your short temper, I knew that. And I didn’t expect any other response. But one thing the Villain doesn’t do, is sit back and deal with numpties chatting shit.”

“No, no, no. I don’t take that. So if your feisty attitude can handle it, how about you and me. One on one. No interference. No bullshit. No so called alliances. Pure death. Think about it ese.”

“LONG! LIVE! THE VILLAIN!”

Marty disappears off the titantron and Juventud and the Mexicools are left squabbling in the ring.

The titantron switches from the UWF Resistance graphic to a live feed from backstage. There's a door with a piece of paper taped to it that reads "Trainer's Office". It opens, Jeff Hardy walks out and is caught off guard by the camera being there, and even more surprised when Renee Young approaches him.





Hardy: What's this about?


Young: Sorry to bother you Jeff, we were just hoping to get an update on your condition heading into tonight's match against Kenny Omega.


Hardy: My condition?


Renee gives him that don't-play-dumb-with-me kind of look.


Young: Yes. Your medical condition.


Jeff looks annoyed, but humors here. He checks his pulse, two fingers to the neck.


Hardy: Blood's still pumping. Guess I'm good to go.


He tries to walk away, but Renee cuts him off.


Young: No, wait, Jeff. Last week -


Hardy: Last week wasn't anything special. It's not the first time I coughed up blood, won't be the last, either. I've shattered both my legs, blown out my back, had surgery on knees and elbows and shoulders... all cause the way I fight is dialed up a notch. That's not gonna change any time soon.


Young: But -


Hardy: No. Ya know what? As much as I want my... ya know... like... as much I want my message to connect with the fans, I know that there's a lotta people out there who are just cheerin me on and buyin my t-shirts because I'm like the NASCAR or wrestling. Crash and burn. I get it. People love to watch somebody do the things they wish they could do, if they were only brave even or dumb enough to try them. That's fine. I can live with that. This is just me... givin them there money's worth. How many people would fight a man like Kenny Omega when they've got some busted up ribs and blood in their lungs? Not too many.


Renee takes a step back.


Young: That's surprisingly cynical, Jeff.


Hardy: No... not it's not that. It just is what it is. Living life to the fullest, fighting ever fight like it's your last sounds real great coming from a guy who's at a hundred percent. This is the other side of that promise. The hard work. The commitment. This is what it takes for me to be able to look in the mirror and see a life worth fighting for. This is me at my most honest. You wanna talk about conditions? Well here's one - everything or nothing. That's the ultimatum. That's the edge of the knife - the edge I'm standing on.


Now if you'll excuse me Renee, I've got a match to get ready for.


Jeff walks past Renee, who watches him go with some serious concern in her eyes. Resistance continues elsewhere.

The scene opens on Vinny standing in the daylight, his hair noticeably in his face as he stares into the camera.



Vinny Marseglia: Here I stand, the bearer of bad news in the flesh. I know a lot of you looked at wins and losses and based on that, you thought the success I had on Revolution didn’t translate. Then you breathed a collective sigh of relief, because you thought this hound had been neutered and Resistance was a safe product to tune into. And that’s the bad news. As long as Vinny Marseglia is about, it’s never safe and you should never get comfortable.

Don’t let the losses fool you, my redemption is coming and it’s coming sooner than you think. I wonder, Joe: did you give the hospital a courtesy call and tell them to get you a bed ready? No you’re probably still laughing at your own jokes in a firm state of denial that I can’t follow through on my words because it’s all a facade. Well many have said it’s bells and whistles, smoke and mirrors, and simple mind games. They’ve written this off as a guy that’s too into what he’s seen in slasher films, a guy celebrating Halloween year round, someone not rooted in reality.

You made the fantasy accusation a few times yourself, but the only fantasies at work are the lies you’ve told yourself. You’ve found solace in your own view of the world where Samoa Joe is a man capable of handling anything thrown his way. You live in ignorance so that you can feel invincible. But you’ve met your match. And you don’t want to hear that because of how in its infancy your UWF run is and so forth but it’s true: you can’t prepare, you can just grin and bear. Well, until you’re pushed past your pain threshold, that is.

Vinny cracks a brief smile.

Now for a word to our guest that’s going to be at the commentary table. Should you choose to follow through with the role you’ve been assigned despite my warning, Seth, just know that anything that happens to you is as much your fault as it will be mine. You like starting fires so much, then sit as cockily as you like and run your mouth, because I promise I’ll be paying you a visit. Counterproductive to squander your own contendership but after I get done with Joe, your title shot hangs in the balance regardless.

So you and the rest of the locker room, as well as all the other eyes that are going to be watching: pay attention. The, “Horror King” is back to prominence.

Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the captaincy of Team Resistance in the traditional five-on-five Survivor Series tag match! Introducing first...



A dissonant, down-tuned hum buzzes through the PA, slowly taking sonic shape in harmony with a blur on titantron transforming into a highlight reel for wrestling's legendary daredevil...





Jeff Hardy runs out on to the ramp, waving his arms around as the fans scream and chant his name. Strobe lights haphazardly illuminate his illustrated face, a mask of war paint that serves to highlight the intensity and devil-may-care nature of the soul beneath it.

Buffer: Weighing in at 225 pounds... from Cameron, North Carolina... "The Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy!

Hardy slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the turnbuckle, leaning precariously over the edge, arms spread as the Resistance fans cheer for him. Tool's rhythmic frenzy blares in the background as Jeff scans the arena, taking in the energy of the people as he prepares to wrestle the match as though it were his last.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

"-Forfeit the game / Before somebody else Takes you out of the frame / Puts your name to shame"



"Cover up your face / You can’t run the race The pace is too fast / You just won't last-"

Linkin Park's hit "Point of Authority" blasts through the PA system and the crowd go BERSERK for the meaning behind it. The hot bar dropped at the beginning passes, and as the theme kicks in, out walks in a cool swagger Canada's own Kenny Omega!



The sunglasses, the trench coat, all signs of "The Silver Bullet" are long gone. This is now just Kenny Omega, the man who fights not for money, not for himself; he fights for the people, and he's quick to show it, as he raises a single finger high overhead, before heading down the ramp as soon as his theme kicks in, slapping some fans' hands on the way down. The fans are enthralled with him, before he starts stepping up on to the apron and into the ring, cocking up a finger gun, syncing up his pose to the announcer's words.

Michael Buffer: "From Winnipeg, Canada, weighing in at 288 pounds, he is "The Cleaner", Kennyyyyyyy Oooooooomegaaaaaa!"



"BANG!"

Omega blows the imaginary smoke from his finger, before backing himself up in the corner, bouncing up and down and checking his wrists to get this thing to get started.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and immediately Kenny Omega crosses the ring toward Jeff Hardy, tying him up. The two jostle in a collar-and-elbow set up before Omega rolls out into an arm wrench, but Hardy rolls forward and uses Omega's one grip against him as he whips the Cleaner into the ropes. Omega rebounds and Hardy leaps, looking for a forearm, but Omega sidesteps and Hardy gets nothing but air. He lands like a cat on his own two feet, but Omega crashes in behind him with a lariat to the back that sends Hardy into the ropes and hits a bridging German suplex as Hardy comes back off of them for a cover!

1...

2...

...NO!

Hardy kicks out from the surprise pinfall attempt right after the two count and both men get to their feet. Omega takes a run at Jeff and goes for the clothesline, but Jeff slips under and as Omega turns he's caught with an enzuigiri. He falls to the canvas as Jeff quickly hits the ropes and comes back, dropping a leg on him. Jeff then pulls Omega to his feet but Omega tries to strike; Hardy avoids it and sidles up to hit the Russian legsweep! The Charismatic Enigma's fans cheer for the maneuver, but Hardy is far from victory and he knows it. He pulls Omega back to his feet and goes for a simple toe kick, but Kenny catches it and Jeff leaps before jumping up and catching the Cleaner with a dragon whip. Omega falls to his back and rolls out of the ring as Hardy gets to his feet with a grin, looking down on his opponent on the outside while the Canadian tries to massage some feeling back into the side of his face.

Matt Striker: In the opening minutes of this match we're seeing some promising maneuvers from both men and they're setting a breakneck pace.

Mauro Ranallo: You've got that right, Matt, and right now Kenny Omega finds himself in a dangerous space as the daredevil Jeff Hardy has been known to take flight in situations such as this one!

As if on cue, Jeff hits the ropes on the other side and comes back looking for a suicide dive, but as he dives between the ropes he's met face first by a high roundhouse from Omega that sends him crashing right back into the ring on his ass, with a bloody nose to show for it. Hardy blinks and wipes at his nostrils as they gush red, and Omega climbs up onto the apron at a somewhat leisurely pace as his fans cheer the brilliant counter. Kenny enters the ring and heads right over to Jeff, pulling him to his feet before sending him off the ropes. As Hardy rebounds Kenny plants his feet and holds a palm out in front of Jeff's face, screaming "STOP!" Hardy is somewhat bewildered and even asks, "What?" before Kenny leaps up and kicks him in the side of the head! Hardy falls in a heap to the canvas as Kenny leaps on top for the cover.

Mauro Ranallo: Flash Man's Timestopper! Kenny Omega busting out the old-school offense from his independent-scene days here against the Charismatic Enigma.

1...

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...NO!

Again right after the two, Hardy gets a shoulder up. Omega grins, knowing full well that a win off of the kick was unlikely. He had to try, though. He quickly pulls Hardy to his feet and sends him off the ropes, connecting flush with a kitchen sink on the rebound! Hardy flips and lands on his knees, clutching his gut as he pushes slowly back to his feet with an expression of pure agony on his face. Omega shows no mercy, leaping clean over Jeff's head and hitting the Kotaro Krusher! The Omega fans erupt with cheers and even some Hardy fans reluctantly applaud as Kenny gets to his feet and assumes the pose to call for the Haidouken! The fans are anticipating the move as Jeff slowly pushes up to his knees. Omega unloads, but Hardy sways to the side and Kenny gets nothing but air before Jeff pulls him into a small package!

1...

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...NO!

Matt Striker: Small package and Jeff Hardy was a heartbeat away from stealing a big win here to claim captaincy of the Resistance Survivor Series team!

Mauro Ranallo: Kenny Omega's offense has been potent but he's getting overconfident and telegraphing everything, and it is exposing him to counters like that pinfall attempt.

Both men get to their feet but Jeff takes a run past Kenny, dashing up the turnbuckles as Omega turns to face him in a state of confusion not unlike Hardy's earlier. Jeff catches him with the Whisper in the Wind! The Hardy fans now start to cheer as Hardy quickly gets back to his own two feet; he's firing on multiple cylinders now as he pulls Omega back to the vertical base and sends him into the ropes, then connects with a sleeper slam! Omega sits up bracing his neck as Hardy gets right back up and hits the ropes, then hits a low double-foot dropkick to the upper half of Omega's back, driving him hard forward before he snaps right back to the canvas, arching his back. Hardy allows no separation: as soon as Omega is down, he hits a standing moonsault and goes for the cover, but doesn't even net a one-count before Omega kicks out. Jeff seems frustrated by this, but he's not about to let it shake him as he heads for the apron and the top rope!

Mauro Ranallo: Jeff Hardy is going to the high-rent district and that can mean only one thing, Matt!

Matt Striker: If Jeff plans to hit the Swanton Bomb he's going to have to be quick about it so he doesn't suffer a repeat of the Elimination Chamber.

Hardy gets there and makes his two-handed gun taunt but as he does, Omega kips up and charges, leaping up onto the second rope! The Canadian takes merciless shots at Hardy's ribs as Jeff screams with every blow, his previously-sustained injuries there being aggravated by each hit. Out of desperation he swings a wild fist and catches Omega right off the side of the skull, causing Kenny to teeter precariously, before Jeff grabs him in a clutch and lifts him up, leaping off the top with a sitout gourdbuster that he converts into a pinfall attempt!

1...

2...

...NO!

Omega's turn to kickout, and Hardy falls onto his back holding both sides of his head as he coughs, a bit of blood flying from his lips but otherwise indistinguishable from the blood already pouring out of his nostrils. He rolls to hands and knees but as he does, so does Omega. It's clear which of the two is worse for wear as Omega makes it to his feet first, walking over to Hardy who is up to one knee and breathing heavily. He grabs Jeff and pulls the weakened Enigma to his feet, but as he does Jeff grabs him around the neck and hits a sitout jawbreaker! Another pop from Hardy's fans as Omega flops onto his back and thrashes around like mad, selling the move like it's life insurance. Jeff rolls to the apron and uses the ropes to get back to his feet while Kenny is still down, clutching his jaw; knowing he has to seal the deal now or never, Jeff grabs the ropes and springboards for a moonsault, but Kenny gets the knees up and Jeff lands on the ribs-first all over again in an ugly crash and burn! His fans gasp as Kenny's cheer, but Omega takes little pleasure in putting Hardy on his back to hook the leg.

Matt Striker: Here comes the end!

1...

2...

...NO!

There's a stunned silence for a few seconds as the fans take a moment to process how unlikely it is that Hardy could have kicked out, and then a huge wave of cheers floods the arena as everyone takes to their feet. Omega feels the energy. Jeff, his ribs well and truly fucked now, feels it too. Kenny grabs Jeff by the hair to pull him to his vertical base, then smashes the face with a forearm. Hardy reels, but Omega keeps him upright. Kenny throws him into the corner, then sits him up on the top rope. It's time for the finish and everybody in the arena knows it, but the fans don't want it yet. They start to chant, "FIGHT FOREVER!" Omega shakes his head. He positions Jeff for the One-Winged Angel. He walks out with Hardy in electric chair position but as soon as they clear the corner, Hardy falls back and hits an unexpected reverse frankensteiner! The fans hit Hardy with some heat for the stolen move.

Mauro Ranallo: Someone call the police because Jeff Hardy just picked Kenny Omega's pocket with his own maneuver!

Both men are down. There's nothing left for either of them, just the urge to finish things off. Dragging themselves off the canvas, they find themselves standing on wobbling legs as they move slowly toward one another. Omega runs and leaps, looking for the V-Trigger, but he's slow and Jeff sidesteps. Hardy tries a kick to the gut to set up the Twist of Fate, but Omega catches it and spins him round, then goes for a spinning heelkick. Jeff ducks under that and comes back up with a Russian legsweep clutch, but Omega rolls out of it to grab him in a dragon rush clutch. Jeff rolls forward, using his weight to escape as he somersaults for the ropes. He catches himself in a standing position and turns into a superkick attempt from Omega, but catches it, then spins Omega around a full 360. Finally, then, Hardy catches the toe kick to the gut and quickly, he drops Omega with the Twist of Fate! The fans are speechless from the impressive sequence of back-and-forths and barely react as Hardy throws an arm over Omega.

1...

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...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,

JEFF HARDY!

Mauro Ranallo: It was a heavily contested match-up between the Cleaner and the Charismatic Enigma and Jeff Hardy was just half of a step ahead of his opponent here tonight.

Matt Striker: Hardy may have won here, but Kenny Omega has just shown Team Revolution a glaring weakness in Resistance's captain. Those ribs are going to be a massive Bull's Eye for the opponent at Survivor Series.

Hardy rolls out of the ring and, with a hand bracing his lower ribs, starts hobbling up the ramp. He foregoes the celebration but high-fives a few fans as he makes his way gingerly toward the back, leaving Kenny Omega to watch from inside the ring. The feed moves along.

[crann]

The Camera cuts backstage, where the camera shakily looks through a dark hallway until it finds a figure sitting up against the wall. The Camera focuses and as it adjust it shows Samoa Joe with dark outfit on, facepaint, and staring at a blade in his hand his fingers running across the steel.



Samoa Joe:

Vinny Marseglia, you think you're the Horror King...You think you know about Violence. I have a Nation of Violence, and I'm going to bring it to you one on one...I'm going to bring to you Horror and Pain, and then I'm going to introduce you to this steel in my hands so that you will NEVER forget the way your Kingdom fell to MY Nation. Cut that Redrum, cause Samoa Joe is going to drag you out of that ring, hang you up and introduce you Pain you've never even fathomed, And all you'll be able to do, as you helplessly hang upside down and all the blood rushes to your head as I prepare to introduce you to the Nation of Violence, is Try to Scream. I say Try because you will Try desperately to scream Vinny, but nothing will come out...That Vinny is the Sound of TORTURE and you will become very familiar with that sound until you will BEG and You Will PLEAD...for Joe To KILL you.



Joe stares down the camera for a few seconds before a switch seems to go off and the face he is putting on goes away for a normal look, he tosses the blade in his hand to one side hitting the floor as he stands up and takes his jacket off. Getting a towel and wiping it on his face, seemingly something already being on it to get the face paint away quickly as he uses his other hand to tug at the metal necklace around his neck popping it easily causing the metal spheres to hit the floor finishing up with his face paint and flipping the towel over his neck.

You see Vinny, It's easy to do what you do. To paint something, hold a weapon, dress a certain way and make Threats. And you love that, You love it so much that it is entirely your driving force in this match tonight...To let everyone know you're a Threat. But Vinny, a Threat is just a statement of intention to inflict pain. So it fits you to a T, so there's no need to worry about it any longer. You're the Intention of injury and Pain and Malice...but that's all it really is. Intent, Talk, Descriptions of things you COULD do...but never will. I could do what you do, I could carry around an Axe, a Machete, A knife and turn the lights down and the fog machines on and do all these Killer Threats every week...but I'm not here to play games, or fulfill any Horror King Fantasy. I'm here to be International Heavyweight Champion and bring Reality back to this business.

Joe flicks his nose with his thumb, holding out his pinky as he does in his usual Shaka hand signal.

While New guys want to hit the big time right away, while Seth and Vinny desperately try and do what they think looks cool to get more T.V Time...I'm here to destroy Human bodies and put people to sleep. Not in the Best looking way, not with fancy entrances or big time showmanship...Simply by being the best in the ring. Vinny, you are a Great star, a Great wrestler, and a Great player of mind games. But all your shine, is going to be slapped in the face and you're going to be exposed. The Horror King will be stripped down and broken down into just a regular human being, in the wake of my reign. And You will learn your place in the new reality around UWF.

Joe smirks.

The best part? is that Seth Rollins is going to be sitting right at ringside to see it, to witness the changing of the guard first hand. Because the chaos of the Elimination Chamber, the grandiosity of the steel and glass it distracts people. But tonight, there is only Vinny and I in the middle of my ring. And don't have any doubt about it, that ring is My ring. So I want Seth to look close, to pay attention and look at what is next for him. Because Vinny threatened me, and he is going to be put to sleep because of it, but you Seth...you want to come after my International Heavyweight Champion, you want to take what's mine at Survivor Series and for that your reality is going to be a lot more grim. Because You're going to see what I'm capable of, and then you're going to wait...wait...and Wait for weeks knowing what is to come. You will convince yourself that you know what I'm about, that you can step up to it, that you can overcome it and become champion...but in the back of your mind You will know what is to come. You're going to learn that all your hard work, all your ability, all your Amazing Athleticism wasn't enough to stand up to Samoa Joe.

BURN IT DOWN!!!



The fans all begin to get extremely antsy when a large amount of pyro goes off at the top of the stage shaking the entire arena. Seth Rollins soon emerges from behind a large cloud of smoke as the fans all begin to cheer and scream at the top of their voices. The ovation is ear splitting, earth rattling, and flat out deafening. Seth Rollins slowly steps out from the back, very slowly and methodically. A slight grin emerges from the corners of his mouth as he recognizes the fans adoring love for him. Seth walks down the ramp as the love from the fans continue to pour down upon his shoulders. He makes contact with a few fans in the form of handshakes and handclaps and he makes his way into the ring. He stands on second turnbuckle and throws both of his fists in the air as the crowd continues to scream until their lungs collapse.



Michael Buffer: Making his way down to the Ring, hailing from Davenport, Iowa, weighing in at 220 pounds.. He is the Architect: Seth Rollins!!!

Seth Rollins: “Another week has passed us by, and once again I left Vinny Marseglia on the canvas gasping for air. For the second consecutive week, I made sure that the destructive and chaotic force that WAS Vinny Marseglia, was left choked out and knocked out. Last week He was unable to compete and keep fighting, I knocked him out cold. I locked him in the vice grip of the Demon Slayer, and I applied pressure until Vinny was unable to breathe on his own. Not once did I put him to sleep, but twice I left him in need of medical attention. There is one big glaring difference between this second time and the first time that it happened however. The second time I put Vinny down, I earned the opportunity to headline Survivor Series and challenge Resistance’s own: Samoa Joe.”

The crowd pops at Joe’s name, the International Champion.




“Samoa Joe is a guy that preaches about Patience, and how it’s a virtue. Samoa Joe is a guy that everyone can get behind and relate too. He’s a guy that was overlooked and over passed for years. Samoa Joe is a guy that has been in this company for many times and has never seen a lick of success until now. Samoa Joe is truly a guy who knows not only how to strike, but when to strike. Here he is, a man that has relished in his current run and made the most of the opportunity and the cards that have been dealt his way. Joe didn’t wait for anything to be handed to him, he went out and grabbed life by the horns and starting driving it himself. And after watching him uncover the blueprint and use it to perfection, it’s time that I do the exact same thing. You see, Joe is a man that as you all now, not only has just returned to the company and joined Resistance, but he has done all of this while taking no losses. Yes, Our World Champion is a man that is undefeated and truly riding a magnificent wave of success that is filled with endorphins.”

“But after every high is a down, and I can guarantee you that Samoa Joe’s downfall is going to be as fast, sudden, emphatic, and jaw dropping as his come up. I’ll admit, seeing Joe achieve all of this success in such a short time has been a great story for Resistance, but I think watching his shield and armour slowly crumble and deteriorate every week is going to make for a much bigger story. The damage that I’ve done to Vinny’s throat and his ego are going to pale in comparison to what I have planned for Samoa Joe. Defeating Joe and crushing his pathetic Cinderella story is the only task that stands before me before I can raise the International Championship over my head once again.”

Seth pauses for a moment before continuing.



“You can bet your heart, house, soul, and your family that I will do exactly just that. I’ve been waiting idly and patiently on the damn side for far too long. I have been waiting for this chance far longer than I should have, and far longer than I ever planned too. The last thing I’m going to do is let some overweight sumo wrestler who treats this company as if it’s a revolving door to an AA meeting stop me from achieving my goal at Survivor Series. To hell with that. Samoa, as Vinny, Jimmy Jacobs, and Vampiro all found out, I fear nothing, and I fear no one. When you stand in front of my way with something that I want on the line, I will leave you defeated and destroyed in the middle of this damn ring. You have something that I want, and I’m going to take it from you. There isn’t a damn thing that you can do to stop it either. Tonight, the weakness in your armor is going to show."

His piece said, Rollins hands the microphone off and exits the ring, heading to commentary where he is welcomed by Mauro and Matt as he puts on his headset. They banter back and forth as Buffer enters the ring to announce the next match.

Michael Buffer: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

Anticipation is at an all time high as the lights go out and as they do, a familiar song begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.

”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.

I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”

At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and out walks Vinny Marseglia with one of his masks adorning his face and his trademark axe and red balloons in his grasp.

Michael Buffer: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!

Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.

Following this, Vinny begins to remove his entrance gear as the referee hands the items off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

"Destroyer" starts to play through throughout the arena, the crowd cheers as the roar of the theme hits and you see the curtains fly open as Joe comes out on stage and starts to walk down the ramp with a swagger that matches each step with the beat of his music as he looks straight ahead with a serious face while the crowd chants in unison with the music "Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!". Joe turns towards the steps looks at the front row as the crowd are swaying back and forth to his theme shouting his name, he smirks before turning around and running up the steel steps.

Michael Buffer: From Huntington Beach, California, Weighing in at two hundred and eighty two pounds...He is the Samoan Submission Machine and the UWF International Champion...Samoa Joe! 

Joe steps into the ring and in time with the announcement of his name he spins around taking the towel off his neck and lifts up his championship belt.

Joe lowers his hand and hands the belt off to the official, then cracks his neck to one side stepping back into the corner. He hangs up his towel in the turnbuckle and bounces on his feet for a moment shadow boxing as he prepares for the start of tonight's match-up.

-VERSUS-

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and immediately Vinny takes a run at Joe, leaping up to hit a dropkick. Joe scouts it and swats the attack away. Vinny lands on the canvas and scrambles right back to his feet, then lays into Joe with right hand after right hand trying to budge the larger man. The Samoan Submission Machine barely reacts as the punches land, straight no-selling the strikes. Finally he reacts - by throwing out a palm in a hard strike to Vinny's chest that sends him staggering away. Marseglia comes back in to continue his assault, but Joe responds with a backhand to the face that has Vinny reeling, then lays into him with a combination of strikes that drive him back into the corner. Joe takes a few steps away and throws up his hand-signals, then charges back in to hit a CCS before spinning out into an enzuigiri! The fans pop as Vinny falls into a slump in the corner and Joe thumps his chest, then drags Vinny out of the corner to hook the leg.

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...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: A very early, very aggressive pin attempt by Samoa Joe there off of the CCS Enzuigiri.

Matt Striker: That sort of aggression and physical dominance is what has helped the Samoan Submission Machine climb to International Champion as quickly as he has.

Seth Rollins: Annnd he only has a few more weeks as Champion, don't worry.

Marseglia's kickout puts a smile on Joe's face. He nods his head and pulls Vinny to his feet, then sends him off the ropes. As the Horror King rebounds, Joe sets up to hit an inverted atomic drop, but Vinny leaps up and plants him on the canvas with the Jump Scare! The fans react negatively to the sudden turn of momentum but Vinny ignores them as he immediately gets to his feet, sitting Joe up and locking him in a chinlock to try and wear down the big man. Joe struggles against the hold but Vinny's got it locked in tight. Instead of trying to fight out, the Submission Machine powers to his feet, the fans holding their breath as he gets up into a doubled over position. Joe slides an arm around Vinny's waist and tries to lift him off the canvas, but Marsegia releases the hold and spins out to the side; when Joe pivots to follow, Marseglia leaps up and hits a picture-perfect dropkick that sends Joe crashing over the top to the outside! The International Champion lands on his feet, but spits from the kick to the face and moves back toward the ring — walking right into a suicide dive from Vinny that sends him crashing into the barricade! There's a pop as the action unexpectedly gets much closer for the front-row fans as the Horror King gets to his feet and starts stomping on Joe, who's slumped against the barricade, before putting a boot on his neck and blatantly choking him. The official counts to four and orders a break and Vinny steps away, then comes running right back to boot Joe in the side of the head!

Seth Rollins: Vinny is showing his aggressive side there with that maneuver.

Matt Striker: Vinny Marseglia is using his environment to influence this match and it's that kind of tactical prowess that we have come to expect from the King of the Ring.

Mauro Ranallo: He's certainly making more headway than he was at the start of the match, Matt!

Marseglia quickly rolls into and out of the ring to reset the official's count, then pulls Joe to his feet and whips him shoulder-first into the ringsteps. Joe hits them with a huge thud that dislodges the top step and Marseglia stalks Joe like a predator with its prey. Joe slowly gets to his feet and as he does, Vinny takes a run at him but Joe is ready for it and snap scoop powerslams him onto the steel steps! The fans gasp and then erupt in cheers as all of the wind is robbed from Vinny's sails on impact and he arches his back, actually screaming in pain. Joe wastes little time as he climbs up onto the apron, dashes along it and leaps off to hit a senton on Vinny on top of the steps! The crowd roars even louder at this display, knowing Joe is moving in for the kill as he hauls Vinny off the canvas and rolls him into the ring, then slides into a cover.

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...NO! Vinny grabs the ropes!

Mauro Ranallo: The Horror King just showed grit and determination kicking out of a brutal sequence of attacks from the International Champion.

Matt Striker: Vinny was right to note this week that people are starting to forget how dangerous he is. This is the man who ended Jimmy Jacobs' career and won a King of the Ring tournament by climbing over some of the best in the company today. He's always a threat and his toughness is part of the reason why.

Joe shakes his head as he gets to his feet and rubs his nose with his thumb, gritting his teeth. "All right, Horror King, you want it to be like that?" he shouts. The fans pop as Joe stomps on Vinny's stomach to sit him up. Joe then chops him hard on the back before hitting the ropes and coming back with a boot to the face! As Vinny falls flat on his back, Joe again hits the ropes and comes back with another senton! He stays on top for another cover...

1...

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...NO! Vinny puts a foot on the ropes!

Joe grins as he gets to his feet. He pulls Vinny to his own and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip, but rather than rebound Marseglia drops down and slides out of the ring. Joe, angered by the display, moves toward the edge of the ring and Marseglia leaps up onto the apron, grabbing his head and dropping down, pulling Joe's throat down on the top rope in a hangman! The fans boo and Marseglia is chastised by the official but he has all the opening he needs as he climbs back onto the apron and when Joe turns back around, he springboards off the top to hit the Horrorcanrana! Joe lurches forward and lands on his neck on the bottom rope, so of course vinny follows through by hitting the ropes opposite and comes forward, leaping up and landing knee-first on Joe's upper back, further choking him on the ropes! The official again reprimands Marseglia as the fans again boo, but Vinny doesn't much seem to care as he pulls away with a shrug and drags Joe off the ropes, then rolls him over and hooks the leg.

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...NO!

Matt Striker: A very near-fall there for Vinny Marseglia and his strategy is starting to come to the fore as he attacks Samoa Joe's neck.

Seth Rollins: Looks like Joe is starting to show some signs of weakness that I talked about earlier. It was only a matter of time.

Mauro Ranallo: He's trying to cut the head from the serpent and, generally, that's a sound plan. We'll see if it works here tonight.

Joe's kickout brings a grin to Vinny's face now. As the Samoan Submission Machine slowly gets back to hands and knees, Vinny casually walks over and stomps on the back of his head with a boot, drawing boos from the crowd. Joe doesn't fall over; he stays on hands and knees. Vinny repeats the maneuver. When Joe still refuses to fall, Vinny attempts it again, but this time Joe gets up to his knees and catches the boot — and then rises to his feet. The fans are buzzing as Joe holds Vinny's ankle trapped under one arm and wags his finger at the Horror King with his free hand, but then Marseglia grins and jumps up to hit a mule kick that sends Joe through the top and middle ropes to the outside! Joe lands in front of commentary and quickly gets to his feet, only to be dropped back to the floor under Vinny's weight as the Horror King hits a springboard corkscrew plancha! The fans erupt in a "HOLY SHIT!" chant as both men go down!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Corkscrew plancha!

Seth Rollins: What a hell of a move! This one might be over early folks.

Vinny is slow to his feet but Joe is still down and the Horror King gives Rollins a look as the Architect watches from commentary. Seth stares right back, not disturbed by Vinny as he moves to pick Joe back up. He does so, but the International Champion has fight in him yet and he grabs Vinny in a belly-to-belly clutch before charging forward and smashing his lower back into the edge of the apron! Vinny screams and thrashes as Joe pulls back and hits an inverted atomic drop. The Horror King lands hard and holds his midsection as the Submission Machine grabs him by his dreads and launches him over the commentary table at his Survivor Series challenger! Rollins has it scouted, though, and dodges out of the way, as does Striker, leaving Vinny to crash only into Mauro whose headset is promptly jarred loose from the commentary desk.

Matt Striker: Whoa! This fight just got a lot closer! Mauro, are you all right?

Seth Rollins: They better not get any closer.

Striker moves to help Mauro to his feet, his commentary partner quickly shuffling out from under Marseglia's weight as the Horror King rolls onto his back, wincing. Joe turns his focus to Rollins now, who has removed his headset to chirp the champion. The men go nose-to-nose and it looks like things might come to blows but then Vinny's hand grabs Rollins' shoulder and turns him around into a Jump Scare on the floor! The fans boo as Rollins lands skull-first. Joe is grinning as Vinny gets back up and looks down on his handiwork, then turns around into a MASSIVE haymaker that sends him careening into the barricade! Joe quickly steps over Rollins and grabs Vinny, then leads him to and throws him in the ring. He rolls in after Marseglia and stands up, foregoing another pinfall attempt that he assumes will come up short to instead lock in the Coquina Clutch!

Mauro Ranallo: My apologies for that unexpected interruption ladies and gentlemen but now Samoa Joe has trapped Vinny Marseglia in the Coquina Clutch!

Matt Striker: It's violent. It's vicious. It's near-inescapable. Joe has this match pretty much stitched up.

As Rollins slowly recovers on the outside, Joe constricts Vinny by crossing his legs over and wrenches hard on the hold. But the Horror King is as resourceful as he is resilient, and as Joe tightens his grip, Vinny rolls to the side and locks him into an extremely agonizing ankle hold! Joe starts to scream and releases his vise-like grip on Vinny, but Marseglia is still holding the ankle and so Joe balls up his fist and starts MMA-style pounding on the back of Vinny's head and shoulders until Marseglia breaks it off and rolls away! Both men are hurting too much to get up quickly, but using the ropes, they get there and take a run at each other! Joe goes for a lariat but Vinny ducks under and hits the Jump Scare again! Scrambling back to his feet and fuelled solely by adrenaline, he scrambles to the apron and up to the top rope to hit Redrum! The fans are booing as Vinny stays on for the cover.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner,

VINNY MARSEGLIA!

Mauro Ranallo: He did it! Mamma mia, Vinny Marseglia snaps his losing streak in style with a vital victory over the International Champion!

Matt Striker: It's a huge win for the Horror King an... wait a minute, look out!

Vinny rolls off of Joe to hands and knees, but before he can get to his feet Rollins charges and spikes his face into the canvas with a massive Curb Stomp! The fans start cheering for the Demon Slayer as he glares down at the man that attacked him, then over at the downed Joe. Rollins slides out of the ring to grab Joe's title, then enters and holds it out at his side to a huge pop!

After the noise subsides, Rollins looks at the belt's faceplate one more time, then drops it on Joe's chest. "That's coming to me soon, Joe!" he taunts, before leaving the ring, heading up the ramp as the feed moves along.

The scene fades into the Eiffel Tower that's a distance away. A graphic fades on the screen that says "yesterday." The Dream's signature ambient music plays in the background.

The Dream walks into frame and looks at the camera.

Velveteen Dream: Paris... Such a nice place. The city of love! You know who should come here? Billy Gunn and his "Girlfriend." Billy Gunn, don't think the Dream doesn't know who you are. The Dream may have pretended he didn't know who you were, but the Dream knows... Well he knows you used to be Miz's lackey and you're one half of the "Should Be Retired Gunns." So good for you? You're also the guy who somehow earned a shot for the Dream's European championship, and let the Dream tell you right now: Back out now. Save yourself from the embarrassment of getting decimated. You are an old man. You'll break your hip trying to do the Dream's signature "Famouser." Let's face it, the Dream does it better than you. In fact, the Dream everything better than you. I mean, look at you! You are running around with a fake tag championship. Who are you? Larry Sweeney? 

The Dream laughs. 

Velveteen Dream: The Dream won this championship legitimately. The Dream didn't need to make a fake belt just to feed his self esteem like you did. What did you even do to earn a shot for the Dream's title? You defeated the loser known as Matt Hardy. Not much of a feat when he hasn't won a single match on Resistance. It was pretty much easy pickings for you Gunn, but something you aren't going to pick off so easily is the Velveteen Dream. The Dream is undefeated in singles action and a joke like you is not going to end my streak. Sweeney, Balor, Scurll, Adam Cole, and more all tried their hand and they all failed. They all came up short, and those are supposedly some of the best wrestlers in the business, so what makes some washed up wrestler think he has a chance against the Velveteen Dream? Nothing. Your odds are negative -738473

to 100.

The Dream has a smug look towards the camera.

Velveteen Dream: Gunn, the Dream could be qualifying for Resistance vs. Revolution at Survivor Series, but instead the Dream is facing you. The Dream could've stuck it to EC3 and his team, but nooooo, the Dream has to make you experience the worst pain you'll ever feel. How does Drake Maverick want the Dream to elevate the European title when he keeps on giving me the losers of Resistance to defend it against?  It's pathetic really. Maverick is trying to symbolise that the Dream is a loser by having me face the worst talent on the card: Juventud, Scurll, and now you. It's sad. Especially when the Prime Time championship is overshadowing the Dream's title. That title is main eventing Resistance for the second time now, while the Dream is having all the odds against him. The Dream has to face you, then probably Drew McIntyre, and just to stack the odds against me even more, the Dream bet Maverick will book someone like Omega or Jeff Hardy for the Dream's title. Just so he can try and get rid of the best European champion he'd ever have. News flash, it'll never happen. The Dream will never lose to the likes of them in singles action nor will he lose to someone like you. Gunn, you better bring your "A" game cause at Survivor Series it's:

DREAM OVER! 

The Dream poses right by the Eiffel Tower in the distance before the camera fades out.

Fans in the arena are excited with the show when all of a sudden they boo like crazy as Constable Corbin is shown. It seems like Constable Corbin is in a make up chair. Corbin looks to be getting touched up and the camera comes close to him. Corbin looks in the camera and gives his trademark grin and Corbin excuses the make up woman and he sits up as he begins to speak into the camera

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Constable Corbin: Hello everybody this is your Constable here. You may be wondering what I was doing well in fact I was just getting some make up done before tonights appearance. I know so many of you uneducated men are going to go to your little social media and make fun of me for doing this, but a man like me has to look his best at all times. You think that I just get by on the bare mininum. No I have to look my best after all I am the eyes and ears of this brand.  I have to be ready for any situation. Which is why I gotta look my best. So go ahead losers tweet about me on your phones while you're on the clock at your part time jobs. It doesn't effect me in the slightest because at the end of the night I will accomplish what Drake wants me to do.

Fans boo as Corbin brings up Drake's name and Corbin begins to speak

Constable Corbin: The primetime championship is a belt Drake wants to bring to prominence here in the UWF. He wants that title to be the title people think of when it comes to the resistance brand. Yet, it is funny because right now I feel like that belt is just helping make the names of the people holding it. You look at Drew McIntyre the current champion and what is he exactly doing to elevate the title? He is just spewing nonsence  how he is on fire, and he is willing to do anything to show he is the best. Yet last week when he could have defended the title he couldn't. Why is that? Cause he had family issues. He couldn't defend that belt because of these issues. You want to know why I think he didn't defend the title. The issues weren't with his family members it was with Drew McIntyre.

Fans boo at what Corbin is saying and Corbin goes on as he continues to speak over it

Constable Corbin: It easy to say you have family issues it makes people feel sympathetic for you... cause if you admitted that you're afraid to lose your title.... Well I never knew anyone who has cheered for a coward. It is hard to want to support a coward, but a sympathetic badass now that is clever. That is someone people can get behind. I mean you people seemed to have fallen for the rouge. Not me though I know Drew didn't want to show up last week because he was afrad of losing his title. He knows without that title he just Drew McIntyre. I said this to him at the house show, and I will say it too him again. Drew needs the title cause without it he blends in with everyone else. The title is what makes him feel more important it just adds twenty pounds too his shoulder. It is something shiny that makes him standout. Yet he hasn't done anything to elevate that title. That title is making him he isn't making the title at all.

Fans boo as all of a sudden a light turns onto Corbin. The make up woman comes in and touches up on him some more as Corbin thanks her and then he speaks with the new light shining on Corbin

Constable Corbin: You see how this light adds something too me for you people that is what the title does to Drew. He isn't the one who is making the title shine brighter he is just using it to make him shine. The same goes for Scott Steiner. He holds the belt it will just be a walking meme holding the title. You might as well call that belt the internet championship because it will only be seen on the internet. We will hear the constant math jokes or how no one has a chance to beat big poppa pump at the gym. It will be something we don't need but that is why I am here, and that is why Drake trusts in me. Drake knows I get the job done. He asked me to take care of the Uso's and what did I do? I took care of the Usos. Now he is asking me to help elevate this title and that is what I am going to do tonight. I am going to make people talk about this championship. At the end of the night you're going to be hearing about how awesome the primetime championship is. After tonight when I win and Drake has a champion he can trust then whatever he needs next I am here. Remember my best interest is his best interest.

Fans boo as Corbin goes onto talk

Constable Corbin: Surivor Series team I'll do it. Defend my future title I'll do it. Teach another punk on the roster a lesson. I'll do it! There isn't anything I wouldn't do what the boss will ask me for. I am here to make the job easier for him, and having a champion who he knows will deliver for him well that just makes the job easier. So folks enjoy the show tonight because I see this being one of the greatest matches you will ever see, and with one of the best results in UWF history.

Corbin gives his trademark shit eating grin as his image fades away.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match for the UWF Prime Time Championship! Introducing first, a challenger...

The arena becomes dark as all of a sudden hellish flames appear on the tron a dark noise is heard and all of a sudden the the guitar riffs hard and out from the darkness come one man. The eyes, and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin. Fans in the arena boo as  Constable Corbin comes out. Corbin has a smug look on his face as he comes out in his dress clothes.

Michael Buffer: From Kansas City, Missouri. At 6'8'' and 285 pounds. He is the eyes and ears of the UWF Constable Baron Corbin.

Corbin is mobbing his head to the entrance music and as he raises the dark backgrund behind him and lights raise. The fans are just letting Corbin hear it but he doesn't care as he is soaking in the moment and looking arrogant doing so. Corbing gets in the ring, and he takes the center of the ring and raises his arms as fans boo. Corbins music dies down and Corbin is ready for his match to begin.

Michael Buffer: And his opponent...

HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME

The sirens start to blare across the arena as the Genetic Freak walks out of the curtain wearing his traditional chain mail head gear. Stands at the top of the ramp and flexes for all his freaks out there and kiss one of them. He goes down the ramp and lets all the women touch his muscles. 

Micheal Buffer: Now heading down the aisle. From Detroit Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 276 pounds. He is the Big Bad Booty Daddy, he is the Genetic Freak, he is Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner. 

He gets into the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle and once again flexes his muscles and gives the other one a kiss. As he comes down he takes off his headgear and makes sure he tells the usher where to put it as he waits for the champion.

Drew McIntyre comes out with his hair covering his face, wearing a kilt, as "Terminated Gallantry" plays throughout the arena...

Drew stops the top of the ramp...

Drew flicks his hair back as soon as Dun Dun Dun hits throughout the arena

Drew begins to make his way towards the ring...

Michael Buffer: Making his way to the ring at a height of 6'8 inches and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the UWF Prime Time Champion, Drew McIntyre!

McIntyre stops before hitting the ringside as he looks to the ring with an intense look, for his next battle...

McIntyre continues down to the ringside as he goes around the ring as he jumps to the apron before making his way into the ring...

McIntyre waits for the match to start as he removes his kilt and hands off his championship.

-VERSUS-

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and immediately Corbin takes a run at McIntyre, grounding him with a big boot to the face. McIntyre rolls to his side and covers up as Corbin tries to put the boots to him, but before long the Constable is under attack himself by an angry Genetic Freak as Steiner strikes at his upper back with clubbing blows. Corbin turns round to try and mount a counteroffensive, but Steiner replies by open-palm smacking him across the side of the head, causing Corbin to reel slightly. Steiner then grabs the wrist and pulls Corbin into a short-arm lariat! Corbin flops to the canvas as Steiner immediately sits on his back and locks in the Steiner Recliner!

Mauro Ranallo: Seconds into this match-up and Scott Steiner's going for an immediate finish!

Matt Striker: It's a genius move and if it pays off... look out!

Before Steiner can really apply any torque to the hold, he's booted in the back of the head by McIntyre, who then hauls him up and sends him into the corner before following in with a running face wash. Steiner falls in a seated slump in the corner and McIntyre turns back toward Corbin, who comes looking with a shoulder block but McIntyre has it scouted and the big Scot drops down, tripping Corbin up and sending him crashing on top of Steiner! With both men prone, McIntyre turns to the crowd and says, "Is this the best Drake Maverick could find to challenge for my title? Dream, I'm coming for you soon!" As McIntyre turns around, he finds both men are recovering. He takes a run for Corbin but as he does, Steiner erupts with a HUGE clothesline that turns McIntyre nearly inside out and the Prime Time Champion rolls out of the ring. Steiner then turns his focus back to Corbin and grabs him by the head, delivering punch after punch to the face as he backs the Constable into the corner before Steiner climbs up onto the second rope and starts pummeling Corbin's skull from above. The fans count along and hit "ten!" before Steiner climbs down and sends Corbin so hard into the opposite corner that he stumbles out of it, and when he does Steiner lifts him up clean in the military press and then starts pushing the Constable up and down before dropping him to the canvas!

Matt Striker: Look at the raw physical strength of Scott Steiner as he easily lifts the full 275-pound weight of Constable Baron Corbin with ease.

Mauro Ranallo: I don't know if that's truly all genetics, but his sheer muscle mass sure is impressive.

As Corbin rolls onto his back, Steiner stands beside him and lifts his arm into a flex, kissing his bicep before swiftly dropping a hard elbow right on Baron's chest. Steiner stays on for the cover.

1...

...NO! Drew McIntyre breaks up the pin attempt!

With a running stomp, the Scottish Psychopath forces Steiner off of Corbin. He then proceeds to grab Steiner, pulling him to the canvas before backing the Genetic Freak into the corner and unloading with an ugly chop that claps loud enough to be heard in the cheap seats. McIntyre smirks as he props Steiner right back up in the corner and then chops him again, and as Steiner lurches forward in reaction McIntyre grabs him and launches him overhead with a release suplex! Steiner rolls out of the ring to recover from the very physical assault as McIntyre flips his hair back and turns to look at Corbin, who had been considering a sneak attack. Corbin backs up and raises his hands in the air, shaking his head and smiling. McIntyre runs at him, but as he does, Corbin thumbs him in the eye! The fans boo loudly as McIntyre stumbles away, but when he bounces off the ropes the Constable allows no separation as he hits a brutal running lariat to the back of McIntyre's skull, sending Drew crashing to the canvas. Corbin immediately throws his arms out to work the crowd, who boo the Eyes and Ears of Resistance. He then moves to pull McIntyre up but as he does, McIntyre shoves him back and then straight up hits a big boot to the face!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! Someone call the cosmetic dentist because the Constable is going to need some replacement teeth after that boot to the face.

Corbin is truly seeing stars but before McIntyre can capitalize, he's grabbed from behind and lifted up and over into a German suplex by Scott Steiner! The fans are booing again as Steiner gets to his feet and shouts "HOLLA!" He then drags Drew by the hair to the corner, drawing more heat from the fans and a warning from the official, before sitting Drew up on the turnbuckle and putting the boot to his face to wash it mercilessly. Steiner keeps going for a solid 30 seconds, relentlessly grinding the heel of his boot against Drew's face, before pushing off and turning to deal with the Constable. As he does, Corbin comes full tilt at him but Steiner ducks and back body drops the Constable to the outside! Steiner immediately follows him there, pulling Corbin to his feet only to be shoved back-first into the barricade. Corbin then grabs Steiner and lifts him up before dropping him face-first on the barricade! Steiner lands in a slump against the steel, but Corbin's not done as he pulls Scott back to his feet and puts him up in the electric chair position, then throws him forward to land gut-first on the barricade, which topples over and sends the Genetic Freak into the front row of fans on impact!

Matt Striker: My God! Steiner may have just been gutted by that electric chair drop on the barricade!

Mauro Ranallo: No amount of abdominal musculature would protect you from feeling that brutal maneuver in the morning.

Knowing Big Poppa Pump is out of it for the time being, Corbin slides back into the ring to finish the champion and stake his claim on the Prime Time Championship. He finds Drew recovering in the ring and as he gets to his feet the champion charges, looking for a clothesline! Corbin simply steps into it and grabs Drew in a chokeslam clutch, however, lifting him up and slamming him down on the knee with a chokeslam backbreaker! Corbin pushes McIntyre off his knee and goes for the cover as the fans sit in stunned silence.

1...

2...

...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: Drew McIntyre kicks out!

The fans erupt in a pop as the Scot gets the shoulder up. But Corbin's not about to let his moment be ruined. He pulls Drew to his feet and grabs him in the End of Days clutch, except the Scot throws an elbow into the side of his head, and then another, and then a third before shoving free. Corbin is dazed as Drew lays into him with hard chops that force him back against the ropes, then whips him into the ropes opposite. As Corbin rebounds Drew runs for him, passing him before hitting the jumping neckbreaker! The fans cheer even more loudly as the big Scot gets to his feet and heads out onto the apron, then climbs to the top rope! When he reaches the top, Corbin groggily gets to his feet and catches a diving clothesline for the effort! He rolls out of the ring to the floor and McIntyre stands tall in the squared circle, throwing his greasy hair back as he raises an arm overhead and roars for the benefit of the cheering audience.

Matt Striker: The Champion has shown great endurance and a vicious streak here tonight, and unless one of his challengers can tap into some sort of reservoir of extra energy they might be outlasted by him.

Mauro Ranallo: After the beatings they have endured, I'm not sure either man is in any condition to conquer Drew McIntyre.

Steiner finds his feet in the crowd and grabs one of the fans' sodas, ripping off the lid and pouring it into his mouth before spitting it out. "What the Hell is that crap, Villain Energy?" the Genetic Freak shouts, then heading back to the floor to find Corbin crawling his way. Steiner pulls the Constable to his feet and starts clubbing him in the face with forearms but he's seemingly unaware of the threat that the champion represents as McIntyre runs the ropes opposite and comes back, leaping clean over the ropes nearest Steiner and Corbin to hit a tope con hilo! The fans erupt in a HUGE pop at the display of athleticism from the massive man as all three hit the floor!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! TOPE CON HILO FROM THE SCOTTISH PSYCHOPATH!

McIntyre is quick to his feet and when he gets there he finds Steiner up on his knees. Drew grabs Steiner in the DDT clutch and drops him with the Future Shock DDT right there on the floor! The fans pop as Steiner twitches, Drew grinning from ear to ear as he pulls Big Poppa Pump to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then slides in after to go for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO! Corbin drags McIntyre out of the ring!

The Constable immediately regrets the decision, though, as Drew leans in with all of his force to headbutt Baron in the face, sending him lurching toward the ring steps. McIntyre charges, but as he does Corbin shakes off the pain and lifts him up into a Deep Six on the steel step! McIntyre lands with a crash as the fans erupt in heat and one of them screams an anguished wail, feeling the champion's pain as he is unceremoniously slammed on that unforgiving steel. Drew rolls off of it bracing his spine but Corbin's not done as he goes under the ring and grabs a steel chair!

Matt Striker: And now here we go as the Constable himself is going for a weapon!

Mauro Ranallo: As much as I hate to see great matches spoiled by underhanded tactics, a triple threat is a No Disqualifications bout and weapons are absolutely permitted!

Corbin rounds the steps and lifts the chair up, bringing it down hard on the first part of McIntyre's body he can strike: the left shoulder. Drew thrashes on the floor and cries out, but his scream falls on deaf ears as Corbin hits him again with the chair, and again. Corbin's about to go for a fourth but as he does, Steiner hoofs him in the face with a baseball slide! Baron drops the chair as he stumbles away clutching his jaw, and Scott's out the ring and on him right quick, turning Corbin around and grabbing him in a suplex clutch before lifting him overhead, holding him there for a moment, and then bringing him down in a sitout on his skull with the Steiner Screwdriver on top of the chair he had just used to batter McIntyre! Corbin's skull makes a sickening thump as he hits the steel and dents it, then the rest of his body falls flat on the floor. He's completely out of it. Steiner grins as he gets to his feet, then flexes both arms before grabbing McIntyre and shoving him into the ring. Steiner climbs up on the apron and enters the squared circle, then drags Drew right to the middle before turning him over.

Mauro Ranallo: Scott Steiner has Drew McIntyre exactly where he wants him and it's time for the Steiner Recliner!

Indeed that seems to be what Big Poppa Pump has in mind as he looms over the champion and flexes, but as he performs his theatrics McIntyre rolls to one side and grabs the leg, dragging Steiner to the canvas! Scott tries to muscle his way out but Drew scrambles up and locks him in the Iron Maiden! McIntyre works the hold ferociously as he tries to finish Steiner, but the Genetic Freak refuses to break, forcing Drew to apply even more pressure. Steiner muscles his way up with his free arm and starts pushing toward the ropes, eventually seizing one and forcing the break! The fans turn from cheering to booing as McIntyre is ordered to release Steiner. Drew keeps the hold locked for two seconds before releasing and getting to his feet, then heading for a corner. Drew turns to face Steiner as he uses the ropes to get back to a vertical base at an agonizingly slow pace, then charges and hits the Claymore! The fans pop as McIntyre is moments from winning, but then Corbin grabs Steiner's ankle and drags him out of the ring! There's a loud boo as he does this, but the Constable doesn't care as he climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. When he does, McIntyre runs at him feigning another Claymore and so Corbin goes for a big boot, but McIntyre slides under and hits a drop toe hold! Corbin's face smacks off the canvas as Drew moves around to his head, then pulls him into the DDT clutch and hits the Future Shock! McIntyre rolls Corbin over and covers.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, and STILL

the UWF Prime Time Champion:

DREW McINTYRE!

Mauro Ranallo: He's done it, ladies and gentlemen! Drew McIntyre is another defense closer to being able to cash in his Prime Time title for a shot at the European Champion!

Matt Striker: We were promised a drag-down fight here in Minneapolis and that is exactly what these three men gave us, but the Scottish Psychopath walks out of it the victor here.

Drew's music is playing loud and clear as the official hands him his title and holds up his hand. The fans are cheering for the champion, and Drew climbs up onto the top rope of a corner to lift the title up to a massive ovation, the final image his smiling face as Resistance draws to a close.

-=END OF SHOW=-

Credits:

Promos - Respective TTers

Vampiro v.s. Hendry - Gurt

Bo Dallas v.s. Grado - Bodor

Rollins Commentary - Destructo

Everything Else - Crann

CONFIRMED FOR SURVIVOR SERIES

Traditional Five-On-Five Tag Match
Team Resistance v. Team Revolution

Singles Match for the International Championship
Seth Rollins v. Samoa Joe (c.)

Singles Match for the European Championship
Billy Gunn v. Velveteen Dream (c.)

OOC: We had a much better week this week for promos, but we fell a little short on my side of the deal with writing. What I've discovered is the immense value of having a few back-up writers who are available on short notice to help push the shows out. So, if you'd like to be put on my list (a few of you have come forward already and I appreciate that), that'd be fantastic. I put a ton of work into this show. I hope you all like it.

[Dres]

Very creative and enjoyable way to open this week’s edition. Certainly giving Vinny a run for his money on the violence with who else is on the roster. I mean Scurll’s beating people with his umbrella left and right, Seth is setting things on fire, Joe’s choking people out. It’s madness. But a good madness. I’m enjoying it.

I like the dedication of Max and Semi to whip up so many promos, especially with the differing nature of each. I find myself scrolling through the show like, “Wow, another one?”. Hats off to you for your hunger and dedication, gentlemen. If you can warrant doing more than one, I say what I’ve always said, do it.

However, solo promo peeps I love your work too, and not just because I’m also a solo promo peep. Love the comedy with the Hired Gunns and the World Warriors, especially since they’re marks for Mario games like I am.

Match wise, it sucks to lose another trash talker but having another guy to feed to Vampiro makes him look effective. Like he’s back but running through guys like this makes it truly feel like the rebirth he says it is. Having Buzzard run down was the icing on the cake.

Happy to see Gunn keep his word to Drake and keep the momentum going. Honestly when Scurll got involved I thought we were going to get the formation of a faction. Semi, Max, and Leedles together would kill.

Congrats to Bo on the de-BOt victory, and to Hardy on the big win. Any team with Fauche on it is a strong team. Of course I’d say the same for Gurt.

Great promos from Destructo and Rey. Thank you, Rey, for a great trash talking session. I truly feel like we tore the house down. I had a lot of fun and hope you did as well.

Big congrats to the Primetime Champion. One more successful defense and it’s a shot at the International. Good fight put up by Chase and Benito.

The star here is of course Crann though. I’m always impressed when one guy can write so much of one show. He shouldn’t have to, but I’m still impressed and grateful because this edition felt extra great for some reason. It just flowed better than usual, in an indescribable way.

So thank you, Crann. And thank you Bodor and Gurt for your matches as well.

[Chase]

Good promos by Scurll and Velveteen. Velveteen and Gunn is going to be a good thread to check out for the PPV.

Good hard fought win for Dredsen this week against Rey. Rey's Joe has been killer and that was a coin flip for sure. I was hoping the match was longer for it I am glad though that it wasn't booked to 50/50 and it made Dredsen's win over Rey legit and not just because Rollins was the main reason.

The team for Survivor Series is looking good for Resistance.

Idk why my promos come out like that guys sorry I might be coding something wrong.

Congrats to Jye I was bummed to have lost, but I know more opportunities will come soon.

[Fauche]

YO CRANN - Omega vs. Hardy, Joe vs. Marseglia, Gunn vs Juvi and that triple threat main event were all quality. Like, honest to God very well written matches, each doing different things, each telling important stories. Thanks so much for putting in all the effort. Four gosh damn matches. Heck. Heck darn. The Omega / Hardy match is a dream match as far as having material to work with coming out of it (also, there was a bunch of rad spots). Had a fun thread with Gurt there.

Speaking of, perfect dude to write that Vampiro squash, given his history with the character. Sucks to have a guy quit the fed, but heck, if they're gonna go, someone oughta go over strong. Stoked that Cairns is back with Vampiro. I loved that Matt Hardy, but this is also very rad. Also, Bodor wrote a match, and it was also good, and I don't want to leave him out of this writer praise session. Everyone who writes a match is special. It means a lot. You're all great.


Tired as fuck so in lieu of a full tilt review, I'll just that Semi is awesome and the amount of work he puts into different kinds of promos with Scurll every week is incredible and he's gonna be world champ by Mania probably or something like that cause he's great. Also, shout out to Dres for breaking that down streak with a win over Rey, whose Joe is routinely fantastic. Also, I love the Prime Time Championship, I likes it headlining Resistance, I like that Jye has found a solid groove with McIntyre. All good things.

[mattchewie]

Had some free time before starting on my homework and thought, hey, why not see what's happening on the other channel.  JK.  I read the shows every week, just don't get a lot of time to reply.

If L the spirit guide isn't La Parka, who then pulls a swerve and joins the Mexicools as their official "Chair-man", then I'm going to riot.  

I wish I had the free time to promo like Semi and Dream.

Anything that Rey touches is gold.  Really loving his Samoa Joe.  

I love when Fauche plays a serious character, like he did with Steen.  Hardy is impressing me.

Well written matches.  Crann, you're still my favorite match writer!

Really looking forward to TT'ing against you guys at SS!

All in all, another awesome show.

[mrleedles]

Oct 24, 2018 19:29:13 GMT -6 mattchewie said:

If L the spirit guide isn't La Parka, who then pulls a swerve and joins the Mexicools as their official "Chair-man", then I'm going to riot.  

goddamnit, there goes one plan down the drain. Thanks for spoiling it