Revolution 3/1/24

[Danny]

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



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to Revolution! I'm Mauro Ranallo alongside my partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves.

Tom Phillips: We've got a lot of action set for tonight so let's get right to it!  






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

Tony Chimel: From El Paso, Texas Weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds Eddie Guerrero



As the arena plunges into darkness, the sound of a thunderous guitar riff reverberates through the arena, signaling the imminent arrival of Kevin Owens. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the pounding beat, creating a mesmerizing visual spectacle. Owens steps out with a look of intensity etched across his face, and let's out an almost primal-like roar. His eyes firmly locked on the ring and he makes his way down.



Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Marieville, Quebec, Canada, Kevin Owens!

Kevin stomps up the steel steps leading the ring. He wipes his feet on the apron before quickly getting into the ring. Once again he let's out a warcry as he prepares to do what he was put on this earth to do, Fight.

VS


DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Owens goes for a kick to his opponent’s stomach but Eddie sidesteps the kick and delivers a kick to the right hip. While Kevin winces from the strike, Eddie grabs him by the collarbone with both hands and pulls KO towards him as he brings his knee up into the, “Prize Fighter”’s abdomen, visibly knocking the wind out of him. As Owens is hunched over, Guerrero hooks the head and launches into a Suplex, then swings his legs around and returns to his feet, but before he can launch Kevin with a second, KO slips out of his grip and steps back quickly, delivering a Superkick right on the button.

Guerrero falls to the mat as Kevin charges and goes for a Running Body Senton but Eddie moves, leaving his opponent to connect with nothing but mat. As Kevin pops up holding his back, Eddie is there as he leaps up, locking his legs around Owens’ head, and then spikes him on it with a Poisonrana. The former International Champion is seeing stars as Guerrero, a former International Champion in his own right, heads over to the turnbuckle diagonal from Owens and ascends it.

Tom Phillips: Eddie Guerrero looking to end this one!

Eddie does his trademark upper body shimmy, then goes for the Frog Splash but Owens gets his knees up and Eddie lands on them. As Eddie holds his ribs and abdomen, KO gets up and pushes him into the ropes. When Eddie comes off of them, Kevin goes for the Pop Up Powerbomb but as Eddie lands, Kevin catches him awkwardly and botches the follow through.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh no, that injured arm is coming into play!

Kevin holds his arm in pain as Eddie gets up and blasts him in the face with a forearm. As KO is dazed, Guerrero grabs him by the bad arm and forcefully whips him into the farthest corner, Kevin hitting face first. As he staggers out of the corner, Eddie leapfrogs over him and lands on the top turnbuckle, pivoting around as he leaps off and connects with a Meteora. With Kevin down, Guerrero returns to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, this time connecting with the Frog Splash. Eddie makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Kevin kicks out right after three but it’s too late, the match is over.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Eddie Guerrero!



Tom Phillips: Well I think it’s safe to say that if it wasn’t for the bad arm coming into play, this would have gone differently.

Mauro Ranallo: I agree.

Corey Graves: And that is why you don’t mess with The Dynamic Duo!




We cut backstage; It's Swerve wrapping up his wrist, Swerve looks up as the one and only Prince Nana walks into frame. Swerve gestures to take a seat next to him, Swerve lets Nana speak first..

"Prince" Nana: "Swerve, I know what you wanted but Carter wouldn't budge an inch, That Rumble contract is as tight as can be. Swerve, I know you've wanted to deal with the Orton problem by yourself but I think I can assist in making sure Orton is as vulnerable as possible, You see our expansion has had a LOT of interest from prospects but as you know we can't just have anyone become an associate of ours, I figured out a way they can prove themselves to us, so if you will listen; How about we have Orton go through a gauntlet and whoever in that Gauntlet deals with the Orton problem, Gets a contract with Swerve Enterprises they possibly can't refuse. . ."

A look of frustration comes over Swerve's face, Swerve is impatient and wants what is rightfully his. Swerve looks ready to blow but his face turns to contemplation as the details of the gauntlet are revealed...

Swerve: "Nana, I told you. I want to be the one to send Orton packing, and plus if I know anything about Orton: It's that he'd never take the Gauntlet challenge without something in it for him. So Nana unless you have something he couldn't refuse I suggest you get out of my face and figure something else out. . ."


Most men would flinch at such a response but not Nana he has this all planned out.

"Prince" Nana: "Glad you asked, Swerve, I knew you'd say that, That's why when I was discussing with Carter the particulars of Wrestlemania for Swerve Strickland, I came to him with a second proposal. Swerve versus Randy Orton at Wrestlemania. All eyes will be on you and the way we handle business in Swerve Enterprises. And that other matter, Swerve, the gauntlet will come with some conditions that Orton will be unable to resist that pertain to your Wrestlemania co-main event, If Orton survives the Gauntlet; He gets dealers choice of match stipulation.

Swerve: "So you've given him an inch here, Nana, and if he takes a mile it's on your head but can't say I don't respect that creative solution. I'd do have to say I'd have loved to pick out a torture myself but imagine how Orton will feel when he has picked the instrument of his own down fall at Mania. I can't help but find that thought... appealing... Nana I am putting my trust that this contract will be air-tight especially with the exceptional legal I have you working with. Swerve expects results and tonight I may have Orton in my corner but I will address that later, I need to prepare to show him what Swerve is all about in this tag match..."

Swerve taps Nana on the back who get's the picture; Nana stands up and leaves promptly as Swerve thinks over this Gauntlet...




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Before the camera can see anything (besides those concrete corridors that make up the bowels of the Spectrum Center in Charlotte, North Carolinaaaaaaaa), is picks up the sound of catastrophe. Clanging and banging resonates down the hallways. It sounds like shelves falling over. Doors being slammed. Things being tossed. And sure enough, as the camera operator braves their way around the next corner and into the locker room, they find Kyle O'Reilly throwing a gosh dang fit in there. All the other superstars must have peaced out already, not wanting to get in the way or deal with what The Diabetic Dragon is going through right now. The only other person in there with him is his best pal, Joey Janela.

Kyle boots a size twelve dent in a locker door then flings somebody's luggage across the room. Their suitcase smashes into smithereens against the brick wall.

KO'R: I had him! I had that stupid loser Swerve dead to rights! He was done for! And then Vinny Mar - or Vincent or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days... what's he do? He starts playing with dumbass balloons again while I'm trying to do me.

Living up to his namesake, Kyle punches a wall.

KO'R: I'm not even gonna wait till Wrestemania. I'm gonna find him and I'm gonna beat the piss out him tonight. All the piss. He's gonna be covered in it. Blood too.

Before Kyle can damage more property, Joey finally intervenes.

Janela: Hey man... you gotta relax. They way I see it, you've got that freakshow right where you want him.



Kyle stops just shy of ripping a locker door off its hinges. He turns around, breathing heavy as he waits for his buddy to elaborate.

Janela: If Vincent's trying to get in your head like that, it means he's scared of you being at one hundred percent. He knows that there's no way in hell he can take on the Real Kyle O'Reilly. So he's busting out all the magic tricks he knows to get you off your game, cause that's the only chance he's got of making it out of Wrestlemania alive.

You know what I say? Don't give him the satisfaction. Let it slide. Don't let him get to ya. That'll drive him crazier than he already is, a little bit more every single day until finally... at Wrestlemania... you go down to that ring and put him out of all our misery.

O'Reilly nods slowly, picking up what Joey's putting down.

KO'R: Right. Right. Yeah. Okay. I gotcha.

Janela: Now me? I got a match against that bum tonight. I'm gonna educate that poser on the finer points of Deathmatch wrestling. That guy is gonna be hurting in ways he didn't know he could, and bleeding more than thought possible.

But you? Kyle, buddy. You hang back. You let me take care of business tonight. That psycho is obviously obsessed with you. Don't let him get your attention. I'll do the dirty work, you take the night off. Seriously, this one's on me.

KO'R: You don't want me at ringside?

Janela: Nah it ain't that. Its that I'm sure that Vincent does. We gotta stay ahead of this guy. Besides, I ain't too worried about him. I've fought Onita, Zandig, Gage, Tremont, Parker, RSP... I don't think a chump like Vincent's got anything worse than what I've seen from them, and I'm positive I'm a lot more dangerous in match without rules than anyone he's ever fought.

KO'R: Well... alright man... if you say so...

Janela: I say so! Now go have yourself a night on the town, buddy!

The fellas dap up and Kyle leaves. Joey then gets to work taping his wrists up ahead of his match...

He's all alone now...

The lights flicker...

He looks up. Probably just a standard wiring problem.

They flicker again...

Were they doing that before?

More flickering...

Janela looks around, nerves on end now. Over his shoulder? Under the benches? In the lockers? There nobody there. Or is there?

Joey ain't about to risk it. He high-tails it out of the locker room, bumping into someone he wasn't expecting on the way out.

Janela: Ahhhh!

The crowd pops huge when it turns out that that person is Bayley!



Bayley: Oh... its you... what's your problem? Why are you sweating?

Janela: Just a little pre-match calisthenics. Cause ya know... I got a match tonight. Hey, speaking of, do you even work here anymore? Who let you backstage?

Bayley: I'm with Ri - well, actually, that's none of your business. I just came here to talk to Kyle. Its been weeks and he still hasn't answered my -

Janela: Yeah, I went ahead and blocked your number in his phone. See, Kyle's got his hands full with Vincent and Wrestlemania coming up. The last thing he needs is you screwing everything up for him again.

The "Good Guy" looks like she could slug The "Bad Boy", but instead, takes the high road. Mostly.

Bayley: Fine. Whatever. Oh, and uh... good luck in your match tonight, Joey. What's that old saying? Break a leg?

With that, she takes off. Joey smirks, feeling like he still got the best of that exchange. He pivots to go back into the locker room, except now, its pitch black in there, and the light switch isn't working. Janela peels off in the opposite direction as Revolution continues elsewhere.



The scene opens with Carmelo Hayes and Trick sitting down as they stare at the camera.


Trick Williams: What's up North Carolina. It's ya boy Trick and Carmelo Hayes. Ya know how we do here. We know ya have been missing us lately. Yeah, we have been on vacation as of late. Ever since my boy Melo lost his last match. Things haven't been the same and ya already know Melo had to get some rest to clear his head. Ya know his mindset will always be the same and he won't break even a sweat to accomplish his goals. That being said. Now Carmelo has a match against the legend himself who goes by the name Jake "The Snake" Robert. We all know he was extremely popular back in the days like Rick Rude in the ninetys. Now ya know Melo won't have any problem dealing with a man who enjoys playing with snakes if ya know what I mean. Melo knows Jake has been in the game too long and that doesn't mean he is gonna have a huge advantage over Carmelo. Do ya wanna know why? It is because ya boy Melo is young and fresh. He is even more capable of winning and that Jake doesn't stand any chance of winning tonight. If ya don't believe me and then watch Melo wipe the floor with him tonight easily. Anyhow, enough of my talk. Let the man of the hour speak for himself.


Carmelo Hayes: Yeah, that is right. My boy Trick isn't lying. He have been telling ya the truth the whole time. So yeah, things have been rough after my loss to that Judgement Day bastard. But it is ok. It doesn't bother me because I need the vacation anyway. I got to clear my mind and get some rest for a while. I forgot ya don't know because ya don't know how it feel to be one of the brightest superstars f UWF. But it's all good. Anyhow, so I have a match against one of the all time legends name Jake "The Snake" Robert. I honestly admit I grew up watching icons like him and that have inspired me to become a wrestler. But it is too bad that Jake got a match with me. We all know Jake isn't in the right mind at the moment. Ya know with the drugs and drinking. But hey, he is cool and all. It sucks that he is gonna get a huge wake up call tonight. Not only he is gonna get his ass kicked and pin for the three count. I am gonna make a huge statement out of hum. I already know ya guys are wondering what I mean by that. It's real simple. Whether tonight is my last night or not. I promise to deliver one of the amazing wrestling performance that not only gonna open your eyes. But I am gonna show y'all why I am the future of UWF.


I am gonna show you all why I have proven time and time again that I am one of the best wrestling superstars of UWF. I don't care if you or anyone agrees with me or not. Y'all are just hating because you all already know I am greatness every single time I step into this ring. Ya don't want to admit it because ya are just jealous of my good looks and my talent. Ya know I am champion material. But it is ok. Ya can keep on hating all ya want while I keep on shining. Ya better believe I put in the hard work that ya can't see because y'all are too blind. Ya are way too blind to see the future standing right in front of ya. Ya see I have no problem busting my ass every single day in this wrestling ring and putting in the work unlike others. But nobody ever gives me credit. It is because ya are just jealous that I am better than ya. Ya think I don't notice everyone is hating on me. I know. I see. I honestly don't mind. I see haters left and right. It is all good. Just remember this. All your hatred is just gonna push me to become stronger and faster. I ain't sweaty about it. I love it. Ya are just jealous that the spotlight is on me and that everyone enjoys talking about me. I already know I look good. I am fresh out of the oven and I got style. Don't hate the playa. Just hate the game man. But if ya think all the losses are just going to put me out for good. Ya have another thing coming. Ya haven't seen anything yet. Whether it's my last night or not. Just remember this folks. I am gonna give ya something that ya ain't gonna never forget about me and that greatness is gonna come full circle right before your eyes. But let me tell ya how my plan for tonight is gonna end. Tonight, when I am done sending Mr. Jake "The Snake" Roberts back to the retirement home that he belongs to. Ya better believe ya all are gonna remember me. Ya ain't gonna forget me and make everyone think I'm a one hit wonder. Nah. I don't play like that. After tonight, y'all are gonna witness the birth of the future of UWF. Ya gonna remember who the hell I am. Jake, I just want ya to remember this and listen very carefully because I am only gonna tell ya one time. Whenever Melo shoots, Melo doesn't miss. After I defeat you and pin you for the three count.  At the end of the night, everyone is going to witness that ya got pin by the future of UWF and that future is him.


The scene fades and ends with Carmelo Hayes smirking.








“Voices” begin to play as the fans rise to their feet.  The viper eyes flash on the screen as out walks Randy Orton. He stands at the top of the ramp looking out into the sea of the crowd.  He wipes his nose with the side of his knuckle. He walks down the ramp towards the ring with true purpose.

Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, weighing in at 250 pounds…from St. Louis, Missouri….He is the Apex Predator…RANDY ORTON!

Orton stomps up the steps and climbs into the ring. He immediately shoots to a corner and jumps to the second turnbuckle to raise his arms in a pose that has become synonymous with The Viper. He holds there as the music fades and he drops from the turnbuckle and turns inward toward the center of the ring.


WHOSE HOUSE?



SWERVE'S HOUSE!

Swerve's name is screamed louder and ever, Swerve in the back eats it up but now it's time to get to busines, Swerve walks onto the ramp, One hand in his jacket and another on a microphone, Swerve wants to address the Gauntlet he discussed with his confidant, Nana earlier in the night...



Swerve: "Tonight as I make my way to the ring, I want to give you piece of Swerve's mind, You see when in the future they talk about the G.O.A.T of UWF, Swerve will be undeniable, I don't think like the rest of the guy in the back do, Hell, I don't think any of them are on my level because when Swerve is firing, there ain't no surviving. Orton I know we have this match right now, So while you stand ringside watching me do all the work in this match why don't you think about that little proposal from Swerve Enterprises. "

Swerve: " Orton, I know you watch everything I do because you can't take your eyes of my shine, You already know we are set in stone for a match at Wrestlemania. Hell, we've even giving you dealers choice at any match stipulation you want, All you have to do is survive the bounty on your head in a gauntlet match, next week on Revolution. Swerve Enterprises is in the business of making names, You see if you make it out the other side of this Gauntlet, Your choice is quiet simple, Do you want to lose in a regular one on one match, Or before you lose do you want to hit me with a few weapons of choice, Or attempt to burn my back, Hell, do you want to gamble your life in a Last Heart Beating match, because Orton we both know you are ready to get back at me for humiliating you two weeks back, I ain't stupid, So when Nana came to me with this proposition, I thought to give you a choice in how your execution will take place..."

Swerve is walking and talking like it's second nature he begins to climb the steel steps as he gets to the ring post, He leans into the ropes where he continues...

Swerve: "As I always say, No matter you plans, Orton. Every move I make is calculated, every step I take is methodical before we even meet at Wrestlemania, this whole thing is already over. So tonight courtesy of Swerve Enterprises pull up a chair, I know you like those and watch Swerve handle Cassidy and Rude, while you think about if accepting the Gauntlet that's been laid out for you. And maybe you'll learn to respect WHOSE HOUSE THIS IS:

"Swerve's House" the call and response is louder than ever, Swerve has starved the crowd of their call and response fodder long enough. Swerve enters the ring, His mind moves to the task at hand, Carrying this tag team match while keeping his head on his shoulder as Orton can't be trusted...

OWWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!





The theme music begins to blare throughout the arena as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Eric Bischoff slinks out onto the entrance ramp through the pyro taunting the fans.




Bischoff turns back to the curtain and begins bowing over and over again before “Ravishing” Rick Rude walks out onto the stage.



Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff begin making their way down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Robbinsdale, Minnesota. Weighing in at 252 pounds, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!

Bishoff is the first up the steps at ringside and sits on the second rope for Rude as Rude steps into the ring. Rude looks out amongst the crowd for a second before requesting a microphone.

Rude: Cut my music!

Once the music dies down Rude continues.

Rude: What I’d like to have right now…is for all of you fat, out of shape, <insert derogatory comment here> to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these ladies what a real sexy man is supposed to look like! Hit my music!

Bump N' Grind continues to play as Rude begins to disrobe.




As the robe comes off, the camera zooms in to show that Rude is wearing tights that have Orange Cassidy’s face directly on the crotch. As Rude turns around, we see there is an airbrushed orange on each cheek of the rear of the tights.




As the riff kicks in to Jefferson Starship's "Jane," the man known only as "Freshly Squeezed" Orange Cassidy emerges from the back to an uproarious pop from the crowd. Sporting his aviators and his magnificently coiffed hair, Cassidy walks coolly down to the ring, hands in his pockets. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and as he reaches the end of the ramp, he pauses to offer a weak fist bump to a fan holding a thumb's up out over the barricade.



Tony Chimel: From... wherever... and weighing in at... whatever... he is the Intercontinental Champion, "Freshly Squeezed," Orange CASSIDY!

Cassidy then heads up the ring steps lazily and eases himself between top and middle ropes, before moving to the middle of the ring and throwing up a half-enthusiastic thumbs up to a pop from the crowd. OC heads to the corner and lounges there as he removes his aviators and awaits the beginning of the contest.



VS



DING DING DING


Orton and Swerve are busy staring at each other but Strickland puts his hands up and opts to leave the ring and let Orton start the match. Rude meanwhile is more than happy to not get his hands dirty and let Cassidy start the match. The two men walk to the center of the ring and Cassidy puts his hands up in the air. He starts to lower them into his pocket but Orton isn't gonna play his games. He gives him a Toe Kick and puts him in a headlock. Cassidy backs him into the ropes and goes to shoot him off but Randy grabs a handful of hair and pulls him back into another Headlock.


Mauro Ranallo: Orton is not afraid to bend the rules to gain an advantage.

Corey Graves: As he should. Especially against a goof like Orange Cassidy.


Cassidy hits him in the ribs a few times to break free and runs to the ropes. He ducks a Clothesline attempt and comes off the ropes once more into a Headscissors but Orton stays upright and instead manages to throw him off. Cassidy lands on his feet but eats a Dropkick right to the jaw. Orton leans down over him and starts pummeling away at him as the ref counts to 5. He backs away in order to not get disqualified but he comes right back and stomps on the right foot of the Intercontinental Champion. Then the right arm, the face the left leg, he goes around the entire body slowly and methodically hurting him.


Tom Phillips: Exciting action from Randy Orton as always.

Corey Graves: It doesn't matter how cool it is, what matters is if it's effective.

Tom Phillips: But is it actually ever? He could've like, DDT'd him instead in all that time.


Orton brings him to his feet but Cassidy shoves him away into his corner where Swerve makes the tag. Randy gives him a look but Strickland doesn't even bother looking at him. Instead he goes right at Cassidy and gives him a Pump Kick to the face that backs him into his corner. Rude doesn't tag himself in, instead lifting his hands up. Swerve runs over and gives him a Clothesline in the corner. Cassidy stumbles out and lands on all fours. King Swerve follows up with an Axe Kick to the back of the head! He makes the pin!



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Cassidy kicks out! Swerve washes his face with his boot, showing mad disrespect for the Intercontinental Champion. Cassidy looks to be getting angrier and and gets to his feet where Swerve slaps him across the face. Cassidy has had enough and he starts unloading on the cocky upstart, backing him into the corner with rights to where the ref actually has to pull him off. Orange is fired up as he backs away from the corner. He takes off full sprint but Swerve slides through the ropes onto the apron and gives him a Forearm shot that sends him reeling. Strickland climbs to the top rope and just off but he's Superkicked on the way down! Cassidy stumbles over to his corner and tags in Rude who wasn't even facing the ring.


Corey Graves: He wanted to start the match off but he utterly failed and now he wants Rude to pick up the slack. Typical.

Tom Phillips: Cassidy has been a fighting champion in UWF.

Corey Graves: Yeah whenever he decides to show up that is. He's been hiding from Rude ever since he got his ass kicked at the Royal Rumble.


Rude enters the ring as Swerve is getting to his feet. Rick lifts him up over his head in a Military Press but Swerve falls behind him and Dropkicks him in the face. Rude is knocked into the ropes but catches himself before he bounces off them. Swerve however runs over and Clotheslines him over! Rude falls to the floor but lands on his feet. He's a bit dazed and it gives Strickland enough time to come flying out with a Suicide Dive, knocking the former Intercontinental Champion into the barricade! Swerve throws him right back into the ring and climbs in behind him. Rude is getting up but Swerve grabs a hold of him and hits the JML Driver! He makes the pin!



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Rude kicks out! Swerve drags him closer to the corner before going to the top rope once more. Orton grabs the rope and starts to shake it. Swerve gives him a look and Randy just smiles. Swerve tells him to cut that shit out but Rude has recovered and levels him with a Forearm shot before he climbs up there with him. Swerve tries fighting him off but Rude just eats the shows and brings him down with a Superplex! He rolls over for the pin!



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Swerve kicks out!


Corey Graves: See? All it takes is some proper preparation and now Rude is back in the driver's seat.


Rude picks Swerve up but Strickland elbows him in the gut and goes to run to the ropes bur Rude grabs his hair and throws him back down into the mat. He jumps up for a Knee Drop but Swerve moves out of the way and goes to his corner to tag in Orton. Rude is getting up hobbling on his knee and Orton Clotheslines him. Rude gets back to his feet but Orton kicks him in the gut and throws him through the ropes, pulling him back in so his legs dangle on the ropes. He takes a little too much time twisting his neck around or whatever weird spasms he does and Rude gets his legs off the ropes and Back Body Drops Orton over the ropes.

Orton is able to land on the apron but Rude decks him in the face to stun him enough to bring him back over with a Suplex. He floats over to make the pin but Orton kicks out before a 1 count. Rude brings him back up and gives him a few punches to the dome but Orton responds and ends up taking control. He throws a Clothesline to take him down and Rude pops up to take another. He gets up a third time and Orton goes for another Clothesline but Rude ducks it and when Randy turns around, he's kicked in the gut and hit with a Spike Piledriver! He makes the pin!



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Orton kicks out! Rude backs up and waits as Orton is getting to his feet. He backs up a little too far though and Cassidy ends up tagging himself in. Rude looks pissed while Cassidy climbs to the top rope. They start arguing while Randy has gotten up. Cassidy brushes him off and dives at Orton but Randy catches him with the RKO! He makes he pin and Rude just watches on.



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Swerve Strickland and Randy Orton!






Orton and Swerve get their hands raised. They stare at one another and Swerve goes to leave but Orton grabs him and tosses him over the ropes! Strickland lands on the outside hard and Randy slithers out after him. He lies in wait as Swerve gets to his feet and is hit with an RKO! Orton grabs a mic from ringside.

Randy Orton:Your little gauntlet match? I accept.

Orton drops the mic and leaves Swerve laying on the outside. Inside the ring, Rude looks down at Cassidy and shakes his head. Everyone is surprised when suddenly EC3's music hits.


Ladies and Gentlemen
 
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trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble trouble
trouble trouble trouble
 
The Owner of UWF steps out from the back with a mic in hand ready to step in.
 
EC3: Cassidy, you've been a fighting champion in UWF but there's been radio silence from you and your camp since the Royal Rumble in regards to Rick Rude's challenge. As a result, you will have to put that title on the line against him. It was going to be at Wrestlemania but I think that's a match I'd rather se right now. Ring the bell!

VS


DING DING DING!


Mauro Ranallo: What!?

Corey Graves: Yes! Get him Rick!


Cassidy is busy looking surprised and when he turns around, he's kicked in the gut and turned around to eat a Rude Awakening! Rude makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW Intercontinental Champion, Rick Rude!




Corey Graves: He's done it! Someone call Peter Jackson because we have the real Return of the King!


Cassidy left laying while Rude celebrates with the Intercontinental Championship once again as Revolution rolls on!




As our show rolls on, we head backstage once more where we are met with a familiar interviewer. Once again, he stands by as he waits for his cue. Once it's received, he begins to speak.

Interviewer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Number One Contender to the UWF Championship, LA Knight!

LA Knight walks in all smiles. But that smile quickly turns to a look of confusion. 

Interviewer: Now LA, you accepted Stokley Hathaway's challenge for an Arm Wrestling Competition later this evening aganist Braun Strowman. Do you think that's...

Before this poor man can finish his sentence, LA Knight places his hand over the microphone. Knight can be seen mouthing the words "Do I Know You?"

LA Knight: Hold on, before 'ya go any further, where does L...A....Knight know 'ya from?

Interviewer: Uh, well, I've worked here for about six years. So I'm sure you've seen me around. 

LA Knight: Six years? That can't be it. L...A....Knight got it! 'Ya the jabroni that interviewed L...A....Knight last week, ain't 'ya?

Interviewer: Yeah, that was me.

LA Knight: L...A....Knight knew it! 'Ya know, L...A....Knight's social media was blowing up last week after our interview. Most of it was 'bout yours truly of course, but there were actually some people out there that wanted to know 'bout 'ya. 

Interviewer: Really??

LA Knight: No! Shut the hell up and hold the microphone!

Well that was rude.



LA Knight: Now, it's time for another edition of story time with L...A....Knight. Let L...A....Knight pose 'ya a question. Have 'ya ever heard of the Three Little Pigs?

Interviewer: Yes, actually it's my daughter's favorite bedtime story. 

Knight just stares at the man blankly. It takes him a minute before comig back to the land of the living.

LA Knight: 'Ya should be ashamed of yourself. 'Ya sitting here live on National Television in front of millions and 'ya lying to the world. Talking 'bout it's 'ya daughter's favorite story. We both know nobody would lie down in a bed with 'ya, let alone reproduce with someone as squirly looking as 'ya. For shame!

LA Knight: Now, as L...A....Knight was saying, the Three Little Pigs is a story we're all familiar with. Well, tonight, L...A....Knight is going to tell 'ya the sequel to that story. And it's called "The Three Little Dummies!"

There's a slight chuckle that comes from the Interviewer and camera man.

LA Knight: Our first Dummy, let's call him Stokley. 'Ya see, Stokley is a dummy that thinks much higher of himself than everybody else does. But the truth of the matter is, Stokley suffers from a very bad case of little man syndrome. From a physical perspective, Stokley is always the smallest Dummy in the room, so he has to be the loudest just so his voice can be heard. The problem lies in the fact that nobody wants to hear Stokley's voice, so he comes off as a nuisance. Stokley also has a tendency to wear cheap cologne and his daddy's suits, so all in all, it's just not a good look for this dummy. Stokley the Dummy also has a bad habit of using that annoying voice to run his mouth at the worst times. But what Stokley fails to realize is that quality is going to get the lips slapped right off his face if he's not careful.

LA Knight: Then we have our second Dummy. Now this Dummy is the pride of the Dummies. This Dummy is big. This Dummy is bad. This Dummy shows up to work in a skirt. We'll call this Dummy, Drew. Now all the other Dummies listen to Drew. They come to him for advice. He protects them from danger. And because of this, Drew has this underserved sense of superiority. Undeserved is the key word in that sentence though. 'Ya see, Drew wants to think he's capable of protecting the things that are close to him, but he's not. Drew couldn't even keep Stokley the Dummy safe. But by being the pride of the Dummies, Drew has been awarded the Holy Grail. And he holds onto that Holy Grail with all the strength and might he has. But Drew has started to figure out what every other Dummy already knew, as much as he loves that Holy Grail, he can't protect it forever. The Protagonist of our story wants it. And because of that, Drew went out and recruited a third Dummy.

LA Knight: And that Dummy is the Dumbest of all Dummies! He looks Dumb. He smells. And if we're being honest, I'm not even sure he can form a complete sentence. We'll call this Dummy, Braun. Now Stokley and Drew turn to Braun for protection. The problem with that is Braun can't even button a shirt, let alone protect anyone. But Stokley wants the Giant Dummy to try and one up our story's protagonist. 

LA Knight: Now, let's get to our story's protagonist. He's handsome, he's talented and he's the next holder of Drew's Holy Grail. And tonight, our protagonist goes out to that ring, embarrasses a couple Dummies and heads onto the capturing that Holy Grail. 'Ya know the name of our protagonist? 'Ya should and 'ya will be hearing it tonight and on the biggest stage when its announced at the top of the people's lungs with EVERYBODY saying...

L...A.....Knight! YEAH!

And with that, Knight gives the random interviwer his microphone back before walking off as Revolution continues. 




Following a short break, a clip begins to play from an episode of Ken Bruce’s mid-morning show from this week with a the tail end of a familiar tune playing in the background.



Ken Bruce: A Flock of Seagulls there with I Ran, the official theme song of this year’s UWF Wrestlemania which is being held in the wonderfully warm Tampa, Florida. And joining us here on GHR at this time is someone who will be playing a big part in the event proceedings and will be hoping to make it an extra special night as they look to successfully defend their UWF Championship in the main event. I am of course referring to an original native of these shores and now a worldwide superstar, the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion…Drew McIntyre… Drew thanks for taking the time to come and pay us a visit.

The reigning UWF Champion is seen sitting across from the established presenter and DJ and seems to be in calm and generally respectable spirits.

Drew McIntyre: Very happy to be here, Ken. It’s nice to be able to share the space with a fellow well respected Scot, as that’s quite a rarity for me these days.



Ken Bruce: I can only imagine with your very busy schedule, mind you it’s a shame that you weren’t able to bring some Florida sunshine back with you on this cold London morning.

Drew McIntyre: Well being the UWF Champion gives me a lot of additional pulling power in places, but unfortunately that doesn’t extend to controlling what behaviour the sky chooses to exhibit.



Ken Bruce: Indeed, but talk to us about this championship reign, as I understand that you’re close to equalling and breaking some records? Although thankfully not any musical ones!

The joke provides McIntyre with a small chuckle as he prepares to answer the question.

Drew McIntyre: That’s right. I am on course for the longest reign of all time with this iteration of the Championship, but truthfully Ken my current thoughts are veered less towards the number of days that I’ve had the gold physically in my possession, and more so about continuing to assert dominance by whatever means necessary on an industry that I’ve taken by storm from the day I returned to the UWF on the eve of last year's Wrestlemania. So fast forward to this years event, it’s shaping up to be a huge night both for the company and myself.

Ken Bruce: I tell you what, having looked back at how things have all played out for you over the past year, there have certainly been lots of memorable moments on offer, although it’s come with a very strict and determined attitude that hasn’t really sat all that well with the viewers, has it?

Drew McIntyre: Nope, but then I ask myself, if I’d have came back and done my best to pander to people that can’t seem to make their minds up about what they actually want and take a hot and cold approach to varying scenarios every week, would I have accomplished the same amount of success?.. I’m incredibly doubtful! I’ve stuck to my guns throughout the entirety of this run and I’m continuing to reap the rewards of doing so, and if people don’t like that, tough spit…

The Destroyer appears firm with his answers as the next question follows.

Ken Bruce: Well that’s certainly one way of putting it! But moving on to Wrestlemania itself, you’ll be defending your championship against LA Knight, the man who won the Royal Rumble match last month. Things between the two of you certainly seem to have gotten heated lately, wouldn’t you say?

Drew McIntyre: That was always inevitable in my mind. Situations like these when there’s a great deal at stake always tend to get heated, and this is very much a powder keg situation that is all set to blow up in a big way in Tampa. Naturally my title challenger rates his chances of victory very highly on account of the fact that he won the Royal Rumble match like you said, but if he thought that he had to endure in a big way on that occasion then he’s truly got no idea what’s in store for him when that bell rings for our hotly anticipated encounter. You see, Ken, one of the main differences between him and I is that he thinks he’s got being a world champion all figured out, whereas I actually have it nailed on. It’s why he’s probably in his home right now looking in the mirror and yelling at it in order to try and convince himself that he’s the best, whilst I’m here in a completely different part of the world, with the UWF Title in my possession, promoting this show and it’s main event. That’s the difference here, Ken, I mean do you see anyone else here trying to get more eyes on the UWF and this match?…

There’s not even a chance for the host to attempt an answer to the return question as all of a sudden out of the blue…

Radio technician: Sir, excuse me sir! You can't go in there. There's an interview going on...

With that, the door to the radio room flies open and in walks the last person Drew McIntyre expected to see, it's "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis!

Radio technician: Ken, Drew, I'm sorry. This mad man just burst in here even though I tired to stop him.

Adonis doesn't feel like listening to this annoyance anymore and shoves the technician through the doorway that he just entered. The snall man lets out a Wilheim scream for all the Star Wars fans out there before Adonis begins speaking.

"The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis: Did I just hear you say that you have it all figured out when it comes to being a World Champion. You've got to be kidding me! The real World Champion is at the arena right now, getting ready to embarrass your said excuse for a bodyguard. That would be LA Knight. Since we're on air right now, let's be honest McIntyre, the only reason you've held that Championship for as long as you have is because LA Knight never got a chance. You'd rather defend against nobodies like Sami Zayn and Eddie Guerrero.

Adonis: But at WrestleMania, the opportunity to run and hide from the Million Dollar Megastar is long gone. That Championship is coming with us. And he's going to make you look like a fool; the same way he's going to make Braun Strowman look like a fool at his own game. And if we're being transparent, you're lucky LA Knight has to deal with your lackey tonight. Because if he didn't you can beat your ass, he'd be here right now. But he left that to me. And I thought to myself, why should LA Knight have all the fun. Stokely decided to put forth a challenge to LA for this little Arm Wrestling Challenge, well maybe I should issue a Challenge of my own. 

Adonis: So how bout it Champ? What do you say, maybe next week, you prove you have a set of balls and set in the ring with The Masterpiece. Do you think you can break the most dominant and unstoppable hold in UWF History? If you do, we can make it official right here in front of your sorry countrymen. Will you, Drew McIntyre accept the Adonis Lock Challenge?

The room gets silent. A petrified Ken Bruce stares back and forth between both men before the Champion responds. 

Drew McIntyre: You know by all accounts I should be pretty ticked off at being interrupted on what is technically my time, but I actually somewhat admire the fact that you’ve clearly gone well out of your way to come all the way across the pond just to get my attention. Pretty ballsy all things considered, so on account of the fact that you’ve traveled a considerable distance and have caught me in a good mood, I’ll play ball with you Chris.

McIntyre turns his chair so that he’s looking directly at Adonis who is awaiting the answer to his challenge.

Drew McIntyre: It seems to me like you’re trying to be the center of attention in a situation that’s frankly got nothing to do with you. In you’ve stormed, uninvited, trying to get some additional eyes and ears your way by questioning my integrity as a champion. Maybe you didn’t hear whilst you were in the midst of earning yourself a lawsuit from building security, but I’ve been the holder of this championship since the middle of last summer, meaning that I was kicking challenger’s heads off long before you slid into LA Knight’s DM’s begging him to let you be his resident bag carrier. And whilst I didn’t necessarily choose who I defended the title against each time, I still stepped up and did it, and I’m going to do it one more time when your boy comes calling at Wrestlemania.

At this point McIntyre decides to get up from his chair, prompting Adonis to be on high alert, but the Scotsman does not seem interested in turning things physical at this moment.

Drew McIntyre: Now I can see that you’re certainly not short on the confidence front, but if I were you I’d think about treading very carefully moving forwards. You say the title is coming back with you and LA, but do you honestly think that he’d willingly share that glory with you should the unlikely outcome occur? Sure, winning the UWF title would significantly change his life, but yours?… meh. The only thing you’ve got going for you is the Adonis Lock Challenge, and when I step up and end up breaking it, it’ll be officially labeled redundant, and then you’ll be left exactly what you deserve… nothing!…. So for the sake of clarity, yes, I officially accept your challenge Chris. I’ll see you next week.

Adonis looks pleased that his long trip has been worthwhile as McIntyre looks at him in a cold manner. As the two men stare off, the host steps in to break the silence.

Ken Bruce: Well that’s a twist that I don’t think any of us were expecting, but you’ve officially heard it here first folks. Next week Drew McIntyre will be taking on the Adonis Lock Challenge. Unfortunately though we are out of time here, my thanks to you Drew for coming along this morning, hopefully we’ll be able to get you back in future so you can test yourself on Popmaster. And thanks to you too Chris for popping by, albeit unannounced. Safe travels to you both and best of luck for the weeks ahead.

The mid-morning show then cuts to its natural break which draws the clip to a close and allows the regular Revolution live feed to resume.




We head to the ring where Jake "The Snake" Roberts is already in the ring waiting for his opponent.




Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Trick Williams... from Boston Massachusettes, weighing in at 210 pounds... Carmelo Hayes!

The scene opens with “Melo Don’t Miss” by Def Rebel hits as Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams come out to a chorus of boos. The two men walk down the entrance ramp and they stop in the middle of the entrance ramp. Trick Williams points to Carmelo Hayes as Carmelo Hayes flexes his muscles and you can hear the women screaming while the guys boo them. Then they continue to walk down the entrance ramp and they turn to the right. They walk up the steel steps and they walk along the ring ropes as they stop in the middle. They walk through the ropes as they get into the ring and they both stand in the middle of the ring. Carmello walks up to the turnbuckle as he shows off his muscle and punches his fist into the air while Trick is shown pointing at Carmello Hayes. Then Carmello gets down from the turnbuckle and he walks to the middle of the ring. Carmello’s theme music stops playing and he waits for his opponent to come out.

VS


DING DING DING


Hayes runs right at Jake and Dropkicks him into the corner. He climbs to the middle rope and hammers away at him while Roberts gets his hands up to try and block the onslaught. He hops off before the 5 count from the ref and goes to Irish Whip him to the other side of the ring but Roberts reverses and sends him running instead. Jake runs after him but Carmelo gets the boot up and kicks him in the face. The Snake walks back a few paces and Melo jumps off the second rope into a Cutter! He makes the pin!



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Roberts kicks out! Carmelo brings him back up to his feet but Rude fights back with some shots to the gut and a Headbutt. Hayes is dazed and Jake kicks him in the gut and sets him up for the DDT! Melo senses the trouble he's in and rushes forward, knocking him back into the corner. He gives him a few Shoulder thrusts before seating him on the top rope. He goes up with him to the middle rope and jumps up, wrapping his legs around huis head for a Hurrincanrana from the top rope! Carmelo goes right back to the top and climbs up. The Snake hasn't moved as he dives off for the Fedora Frog Splash! Jake however gets the knees up and Carmelo ends up hitting them hard and rolls out of the ring.


Tom Phillips: The wily veteran really showing his wits there.

Mauro Ranallo: Carmelo might be moving a little too fast this early on but you gotta stick and move when it comes to someone like Jake "The Snake" Roberts.


Roberts leaves the ring and walks over to his bag where he pulls out Damien! The crowd goes wild and Trick backs up. Jake tries to taunt him with it and Williams bails. Jake laughs but turns around right into a Superkick! Damien falls and ends up slithering under the ring. Carmelo picks up Jake and throws him back into the ring before heading to the top once more. Jake is getting to his feet but Hayes leaps off for Nothing But Net! Roberts' head goes crashing into the mat and Carmelo makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Carmelo Hayes!



Trick comes into the ring, not even wanting to spend another minute ringside where Damien might be. He and Hayes celebrate the win as Revolution rolls on.




Backstage at a Revolution; Damien Priest stands around looking down at their phone, They are sending a text as if the person they are awaiting is running late. They are about to hit sound as a familiar voice comes from behind the camera; It's non other than "Prince" Nana.



"Prince" Nana: "Hey thanks glad to see you got my message big guy..."

Nana shakes Damien Priest's hand as he looks up, Nana has a bit off hesitancy in his eyes...

Damien Priest: "I mean you said it was urgent and you had something to give; now give it before I take it."

Nana puts a hand into his coat pocket; from which he pulls a piece of paper. Damien Priest takes it quickly from Nana's hand as he opens it he begins reading as Nana begins to speak...

"Prince" Nana: "No need to rush things but I am sure that offer is going to be worth your time, Swerve Enterprises is looking at an expansion. And you my friend will be the foundation of that expansion. Swerve can do it all but with us having his back there ain't nobody who can stop the Enterprise; Now we can always fine tune the agreement but-"

Damien Priest: "Working with you is fine but Swerve, I don't owe him a thing. I owe you my life though brother but that doesn't mean I am exactly jumping at this offer because Swerve is the devil. In short I don't trust him so how about I take this "offer" and take it home and mull this over a nice glass of whiskey. Next week you may have your answers but we need to talk about the Randy Orton problem, He tried to take me and my family out but I don't know if I want to sign with the devil himself to get back at him. . .

Damien Priest walks out of frame as he leaves Nana smirking thinking he knows exactly what is needed to close...




The scene opens on Vincent in an undisclosed area as he’s seated and smiling in the direction he’s looking offscreen.



Vincent: My anticipation for tonight is like a giddy child looking forward to Christmas morning, only instead of opening gifts I’ll be opening up Joey Janela’s flesh and leave him bleeding like a stuck hog. It’s funny, because I’m sure that he didn’t intend or expect to be a warm-up for Kyle in any respect and have to face me, but when I’m the one holding the cards I get the deal I want every time. Tonight, Joey, you get a taste of what real violence is and feels like, until I rip out your tongue, anyhow…

Vincent stands up, looking down at the camera.

Vincent: As for you, Kyle, watch closely because I’m going to maim you and your entire family. First Joey, next who knows. Maybe Bayley, your grandparents, or Despy.

Vincent smiles before walking offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The cameras open up with Stokely Hathaway standing inside the ring along with a referee and a table that’s been set up with elevated cushioned donut holes placed on opposite sides. The master of ceremonies for the evening has his cane in one hand and a microphone in the other as he looks to get proceedings underway.



Stokely Hathaway: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, pricks and peasants alike… At this time it is my esteemed pleasure to welcome you all the very first Arm Wrestling Extraordinaire. The Ultimate Wrestling Federation’s ultimate test of strength event. It’s unfortunate that the premiere had to take place in such a stinking shitpile of a city that is Charlotte, North Carolina, but hey, I don’t make the schedules around here!

The cheap heat generates an unsurprisingly cold and hostile response from the Charlotte crowd with a mixture of boos and “you suck” chants being issued to the business associate of Drew McIntyre, who knew exactly what he was doing and appears unfazed by the reception as he continues to promote the upcoming contest.

Stokely Hathaway: So without further ado, allow me to introduce you to the man, nay, the monster that will be winning this inaugural extravaganza and proving to the entire world that few can measure up to his truly god-like strength and power. He is the epitome of a true powerhouse, the root cause of people’s nightmares when they sleep, and the reason why I am officially the safest man in the world right now. Get on your feet and show some appreciation for the insurance policy, the Wrecking Machine, Braun Strowman!..



The monstrous theme begins to play and seconds later Braun Strowman powers through the curtain and makes his way down the ramp. Hathaway can be seen applauding him, giving further proof that impartiality isn’t likely to be on offer this evening. Strowman hops up onto the apron and enters the ring over the top rope before thrusting his fists into air and issuing a signatory battle roar as the music then comes to a close.



Stokely Hathaway: And introducing the man that will be challenging him this evening, the guy who will be challenging Drew McIntyre for the UWF Championship at Wrestlemania after lucking his way to victory in this year's Royal Rumble, LA Knight…

L...A.....Knight!



The funky bass of "Welcome to LA" begins to permeate throughout the arena and everyone in attendance knows that means the self proclaimed "Man of The Hour" is about to make his presence known. Sure enough, just as Stokely asked for, here he is. The man that will challenge Drew McIntyre for the UWF Championship on the grandest stage of them all, this is LA Knight. As usual, Knight isn't exactly enamored by Stokley's ramblings, but then again, who is. Knight marches down the ramp with purpose, talking trash to both Stokley and Braun along the way. The Number One Contender leaps onto the ring apron and scales the turnbuckles, throwing up his trademark signal

 
Knight leaps down and enters the ring before asking for a microphone. As he receives it, he motions for the music to be cut. As it is, we prepare to hear from the Number One Contender. 



LA Knight

'Ya know something Stokley, L...A....Knight must admit, he's a little disappointed by this here shindig that 'ya got going on. I mean 'ya go through all the trouble inviting L...A....Knight, and while yours truly really appreciates it, it feels like 'ya skipped on the pomp and circumstance. Where are the fireworks? Where's the band? And don't get L...A....Knight started on that lackluster introduction that 'ya just gave him. Come on Stokley, this is the first ever Arm Wrestling Extradonaire and 'ya telling L...A....Knight that 'ya couldn't even foot the bill for some entertainment? Lord knows we need it cause there's nothing entertaining 'bout 'ya or that big DUMMY! over there! YEAH!

Knight points towards Strowman, who is super intense and focused. This may not be the guy to atangonize.

But don't 'ya worry, L...A....Knight is here to save 'ya little showcase. The same way L...A....Knight plans on saving the UWF Championship from 'ya so called "Destroyer" come WrestleMania. And when the Million Dollar Megastar drops the Scottish princess on the top of his head with a little Blunt Force Trauma, I guess that'll make him the second one of 'ya monsters that L..A...Knight has embarrassed. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of...

Stokely Hathaway: Woah, woah, woah. Didn’t you get the full memo? This wasn’t an invitation for you to come out here and run your big mouth, buddy! All these poverty stricken clowns in the arena tonight didn’t spend this week’s food allowance on a ticket to see you talk, rather they wanna see you get your elbow in that table slot and see how you fare against this industry's equivalent of Godzilla. So how’s about you put a sock in it for a few minutes and we get down to business, capiche?

Stokely gives Knight a look that lets the challenger know he means business. It doesn't take long for the Million Dollar Megastar to respond. 

Let's make one thing perfectly clear. 'Ya interrupt L...A....Knight again and he'll slap 'ya $2 ass so hard that it'll make change. Capiche?

Stokley's face just reads "How dare he!" as Knight brushes by him and prepares for Strowman. 

Both Knight and Strowman take up positions at the table and put their elbows into the slots before locking hands. The referee places his hands over the lock and prepares to count down for the contest to begin, only for Knight to break away at the last second. Hathaway doesn’t appear impressed as The Million Dollar Megastar paces around the ring for a moment before stretching out his wrist and deciding to apply some gripping powder. As he returns to the table and locks hands again, the referee begins to count down once more, only for Strowman to break away this time.

Tom Phillips: It seems like both competitors in this challenge are in the mood for some mind games.

Corey Graves: That’s clearly the beauty of the Arm Wrestling Extraordinaire, it’s a true test of both your physical and mental strength.

The hypocritical Hathaway doesn’t seem bothered in any way by Strowman breaking away as he decides to apply some of the gripping powder too. The usually emotionless Wrecking Machine does appear a tad smug and evidently comfortable in his element as he approaches the table once more. The two participants lock hands for the third time and this time the count is completed, signaling that the contest has begun.

Stokely Hathaway: Let’s go Braun! Cook this fool!

For a good twenty seconds or so there’s nothing to indicate that either participant has control, but the facial expressions and gritted teeth indicate that both are giving their all to try and be the one to come out on top. As the thirty second mark hits, perhaps a little surprisingly it looks to be Knight that’s coming out on top as Strowman’s arm starts to gradually sink.

Stokely Hathaway: Come on big man! You got this! Unleash that mighty power!

The arm keeps going down and Knight looks to have the thing won, until Strowman manages to push back up until both arms are level again. It seems that the Thursday Night Thriller wasn’t prepared for the push back and now Strowman looks to have seized control as Knight’s arm begins to go down. It looks to be within touching distance of being forced down completely, but Knight manages to keep himself in the contest by holding firm and pushing back up to give himself a little more breathing room.

Stokely Hathaway: That’s it! Force him down! Finish him! FINISH HIM!!

It’s becoming apparent that Knight is growing tired of Hathaway’s verbal distractions.

Hey ref, you wanna consider shutting this dummy up??

Acknowledging that it’s more of a hindrance than help to proceedings, the referee turns away in order to tell Hathaway to keep a lid on things, but with his back turned, Knight uses the distraction to poke Strowman in the eye with his free hand. The wrecking machine yells out in pain and uses his own spare hand to cover his face, but as the referee turns back to face towards the table, he only catches sight of Knight forcing Strowman’s arm all the way down to the table. With no foul play observed from the official, the bell is subsequently called for.

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner of the Arm Wrestling Extraordinaire, L…A…Knight!



Hathaway stands there in stunned silence as Knight punches the air in recognition of his victory. There’s little time to celebrate though as an understandably pissed off looking Strowman has his sight fully regained and evident eyes for making Knight pay for his actions. Anticipating that the large human equivalent of a raging bull is about to charge right towards him, Knight acts to quickly flip the table over, which blocks Strowman’s path to him and allows for him to make a hasty getaway underneath the bottom rope.

Mauro Ranallo: I think it would be fair to say that probably didn’t go the way that Stokely Hathaway initially envisaged it would!

Tom Phillips: Right you are, Mauro. One has to wonder if Drew McIntyre is somewhere watching how that all just unfolded.

Corey Graves: Well if he is then he’ll perhaps do well to appreciate that Knight’s the kind of guy who will go to whatever means and lengths necessary to pick up a win, and that can only make for a more chaotic Wrestlemania main event in my mind.

As Knight heads up the ramp and takes the time to gloat over getting one over on McIntyre’s cronies, Strowman starts to smash up and break apart the table in a fit of rage. Stood next to him is Hathaway, who can only shake his head disapprovingly at being bested in a setup that he was clearly certain he and his wrecking machine would come out on top of. Some sections of the crowd can be heard laughing at the sight of the Harlem native getting figurative egg all over his face as Knight continues to milk his success atop the stage before the feed cuts out to a break.




We go backstage where we see a pacing, ponderous Mighty Caleb who stops for a while before speaking.



The Mighty Caleb: It has been now two weeks since The Mighty Caleb issued his open challenge to the Revolution Realm. An open invitation to come and take their best shot at becoming the UWF Television Champion. Now there is no doubt in Caleb's mind that the Great Halls of the UWF are filled with capable warriors. From wonderfully skilled strikers and submission grapplers... to the most monstrous giants, devilish demons and everything in between but to The Mighty Caleb's knowledge his mighty offer to all those who deem themselves as worthy has thus far been left as just that... an offer. I do not know if perhaps my message has not reached the many ears in the UWF's Great Hall or if it is indeed filled with cowards rather than the greatest warriors known to this realm. But I must warn them all, and all those who can hear this message that The Mighty Caleb is growing tired, The Mighty Caleb is growing angered that his challenge has not been answered - I came to this realm to fight, and I have fought well but I wish to fight MORE!

Caleb snaps and glares with great intensity - almost staring right through the camera lens and into the souls of those at home. 

I know there are potential suitors to my prize... Finn Balor has remerged from the pit I sent him too months ago. Perhaps in shedding the deadweight of JD McDonough he deems himself worthy... perhaps he shall step up to challenge The Mighty Caleb to claim the prize I took from him. Or perhaps his lackey. JD McDonough, the very man I rag dolled and bludgeoned last week will emerge from the shadow of his leader and dare step to The Mighty Caleb. Perhaps the Shieldmaiden, Jamie Hayter will strive one more time to try and prove she can defeat The Mighty Caleb. Last weeks battle proved once again that there is no doubt that she has the warrior spirit needed to compete with The Mighty Caleb and I for one would enjoy shedding blood on the battlefield once more. But I must warn Jamie, I must warn Finn, JD, whoever it may be... that The Mighty Caleb is a lot of things but a patient man is not something I can claim to be. Soon the brightest lights of the realm will shine on the Wrestlemania stage and I want competition. I want a bloody good fight and I want to prove my might on this grand stage. 

Caleb smiles and looks longingly at his UWF Television Championship which he holds aloft.



I wish to go down in the annals of history in this realm as the greatest Television Champion there ever was. I long for sagas to be written, songs to be sung in beer halls throughout the land as men, women and children alike sing of my glorious battles and mighty triumphs. Do not deny me the chance to establish my legacy, to fufil my fate as my realm's greatest warrior. Come one, come all, the floor remains open - come and test your might, come forth the strongest warriors of the realm and do battle with The Mighty Caleb. Send them all, send every warrior in the realm... and I will conquer each and every one of them with the most glee... I will have my Wrestlemania moment - I will have my legacy, I will establish my legend and I will conquer all I see in the name of my Shieldbrothers and sisters, in the name of the Northern Realm and in the name of the UWF Television Championship, SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!




A pre-recorded segment begins to play and opens up in a darkened room, where the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre is stood collecting his thoughts. The Scotsman seems at first to be content with just reflecting in silence, until he turns his head toward the camera and decides to share his thoughts with the watching world.



Drew McIntyre: Oh yes. I’ve listened to the noise. I’ve heard the doubts start to creep in. I’ve gauged the general belief that following last week's events, Drew McIntyre’s title reign is now suddenly in real jeopardy… It seems to me like the average simpleton’s mindset has gone out of control, because anyone that actually knows what they are talking about would appreciate that anybody involved in that match could have been susceptible to taking a fall in the chaos that ensued. It just so happens that yours truly was the one to do so, and you know what… not a problem! I’ve known right from the beginning that the longer a run goes on, the bigger the target on your back becomes, meaning it was inevitable that somebody was going to strike lucky gold one day. So congratulations Tommaso Ciampa, take the time to enjoy doing what no one else was able to do for the last eight months, because as far as achievements go that’ll probably be the biggest thing you accomplish all year.

McIntyre appears to have a generally calm demeanor about him as he continues to express his views on recent goings on and what awaits him in the weeks to come.

Drew McIntyre: And speaking of accomplishments, I suppose congratulations are also in order for my new pal LA Knight who managed to literally hold the UWF Championship for a short period that very same night. I hope you enjoyed your brief spell with the gold buddy, because that’s the only time you’re gonna have it in your possession whilst I’m still in pole position and calling all of the shots around here. I suspect though that the sensation of just touching the title has already gone to your head, and when paired with the fact that I was the one to lose our team the match, it’s probably driven you in to an internal frenzy whereby you’ve now reached a point where you can’t vision anything other than leaving Tampa as the champion. Whatever keeps you going I suppose… The way I see things, and very rarely do I see them incorrectly... as satisfying as it may be to break someone down physically and emotionally before a big match is due to take place, it does admittedly pale in comparison to the sight and feeling of watching someone walk in to an event like Wrestlemania brimming with confidence and all the hopes of the world on their shoulders, only to be met by a guy like me smashing and dashing them, and proving that I am very much the ultimate master of this craft. So I beg of you, LA... please... keep going around the place acting like this issue between us is a foregone conclusion and enjoy what remains of your Road to Wrestlemania... Just know and remember that the end destination is going to be the furthest thing from the pleasurable experience that you initially dreamt up from the moment you raised your finger to point at that sign.

As McIntyre turns his head away, the camera slowly zooms out and eventually fades away before transitioning back to the live show feed.




Chimel: The following contest is a No Disqualifications Match!



When "Fire Woman" kicks into gear, The "Bad Boy" arrives on the scene!. Joey bobs his head from side-to-side in time with the music as he storms down the ramp, spotlight reflecting off of his signature Pit Vipers.

Chimel: Introducing first,  from Asbury Park, New Jersey... weighing in at 200 pounds... The "Bad Boy" Joey Janela!

Once he steps through the ropes, Joey 360's and puts his hands out into the air, giving the fans a taste of what he's about to dish out. Ditching his jacket and shades, Janela then gets ready for the match in his corner.



As, “Continuum” by Imminence begins to play, out comes Vincent onto the stage as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He starts walking down the ramp now, making a bit of a beeline towards the ring, as he slides in under the bottom rope and stands up.

Chimel: And his opponent, from Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vincent!

Vincent eyes the stage with a smirk on his face and a hunger in his gaze as he prepares for the match ahead.

The Official is giving these two maniacs a wide berth as he falls for the bell

VS

DING DING


Janela comes out of the gate fired up and then some. Eager to establish himself as a singles competitor again and to help his best buddy out by making a statement here, The "Bad Boy" is beckoning his opponent in for a fight, calling him all sorts of names and such to get him riled up.

Vincent looks bemused by the taunting. He scoffs at the apish mannerisms and steps towards Janela, more than happy to take him up on the offer. The moment he moves in that direction, Joey drops down to his stomach and rolls to the floor, earning some serious boos from the capacity crowd in doing so.


Phillips: So much for being the so-called "Deathmatch King". Joey Janela won't even stand toe-to-toe with Vincent.

Ranallo: Discretion is the better part of valor, Tom, and squaring off against a man like Vincent in a match without rules is a veritable death sentence. If anyone's up to the task, it may be Janela, but he's going to need to be clever about it.

Graves: After what Vincent did to Bray Wyatt and Trevor Lee last year, I'm hoping for another execution courtesy our resident serial killer.


Joey's abandoning the squared circle isn't without purpose, nor is it simply an act of cowardice. The "Bad Boy" walks over to the apron, pie-faces a jeering fan then reaches over and snags their chair once they've been shoved out of the way. He turns around with the seat folded up, bangs it against the apron and challenges his opponent to come get a piece of him now.

Vincent climbs out the far side of the ring, grabbing himself a steel chair from the timekeeper's area to fight fire with fire. He rolls back under the ropes and meets Janela in the ring. The New Jersian dashes at Vincent, taking a wild swing like he's trying to knock one outta Yankee Stadium. The former UWF Champ ducks under the homerun shot.

The "Bad Boy' needs a few steps to regain his balance. When he does, he turns around to find Vincent coming straight at him. Joey subverts expectations by launching his chair low and fast into his foe's knees. Metal cracks off bone with a sickly thud, tripping Vincent. Janela then runs in, grabs him by the dreads and gives him an X Factor on to his very own chair!


Ranallo: Joey wasn't shy about bragging about scoring wins over legends on the indy circuit. There's a nod to one such man right there.

Graves: Yeah, I'd be a little more careful in throwing that word "legend" around if we're talking about Sean Waltman.


After slamming his opponent's face off the steel, Joey rolls him over and shoots the half...



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Vincent powers out at one, sending Joey rolling away with a stunned look written all over his face. Its like the hit didn't even register.

Joey tries to stay on the offensive and sprawls to land some clobbering forearms across the other man's head. Vincent shakes him off as the both of them get back to a vertical base. Once they're standing, the one-time Rumble Winner slams a knee into his foe's midsection to take the wind out of his sails. Vincent then hoists him up with a headlock in suplex position before spinning that around and connecting with an Inverted DDT!


Ranallo: Vincent with The Shining!

Phillips: This could be over already!


That signature maneuver hits flush. Vincent rolls Joey over and makes a cover, his twisted eyes looking up to find the hard cam like he's sending a message to Kyle O'Reilly with this one. The Referee comes in for the count...



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2...



No! Vincent pulls Joey's shoulders off the mat before the third fall lands! There's a mixture of gasps and applause from the crowd, who are eager to see this maniac's psychosis take a toll on the irritating New Jersian.

Leaving the crumpled Janela in his wake, Vincent again exits the ring. This time, he crouches by the apron and goes looking beneath for some new toys. The fans are chanting for tables because they're unoriginal chumps. When Vincent pulls out a bag full of thumbtacks instead, though, they're pretty stoked about that.


Graves: Joey lambasted Vincent for what I believe he called being a "TV hardcore" specialist. I don't care if you're in an arena or a bingo hall or on cable or a shoddy Triller stream - any way ya slice it, thumbtacks are about as awful as it gets.

Ranallo: No disrespect to Joey's resume, but if he's been in anything more extreme than a Last Heart Beating match, I must have missed it.


Vincent climbs backs on to the apron, ready to take this to the next level. Joey back up and at it, albeit on shaky legs. Dude is seeing stars. When his opponent moves to come through the ropes, however, sheer instinct has Janela firing back with a Superkick! It clips Vincent's head and knocks him back out to floor, bag of tacks still unopened in his hand.

Joey picks up one of the chairs from earlier, stumbles over to the edge of the ring, and throws it down on Vincent to hurt him a little more before rolling out to join him on the outside.

Stepping over the former Champ, The "Bad Boy" clears off the commentary table, knocking off the monitors and notes and such.


Phillips: Hey! Get out of here!

Ranallo: Actually Tom, perhaps we're the ones who should get a move on.


The three commentators clear the scene while Joey picks Vincent up off the ground and spreads him out on the table. Janela then hightails it back to the ring, climbing the apron and then the turnbuckle with so crazy intentions in mind.

Even though they've been booing him all night, the fans are pretty stoked to see the guy going for broke. There's some big cheers for the spectacle and the moment and the stupidity of it all as Janela lines himself up atop the turnbuckle, clearly aiming on taking out the prone Vincent from there.


Graves: Typical crash test dummy mindset from a backyard wrestler. Why am I not surprised?

Ranallo: Let's not forget, Corey, that Joey's game plan coming into this one wasn't so much to win as it was to soften up Vincent ahead of the Barbed Wire Massacre Match with Kyle O'Reilly at Wrestlemania XIII. So even if its costs him his own wellbeing, he's risk a move like this to put a hurting on Vincent.


Janela cracks a wry - some would say goofy or idiotic or self-impressed - grin before launching himself off the top rope with reckless abandon. He soars through the air with a Swanton Bomb, popping the crowd like a gosh dang firecracker.

He slams through the table. Vincent is long gone by the time he gets there.


Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

Phillips: He missed!


Having rolled away while Joey was mid-air, Vincent, who was clearly playing possum, gets himself back to his feet. While Joey's writhing in pain, Vincent walks up to a member of the crowd and steals their beverage away from them. Its a beer bottle.

A glass beer bottle.

Vincent pours the remaining contents out on Joey's face to wake him up from his unconscious state. Joey comes to but can't do much before Vincent pulls him to a standing position. While Janela's gasping for air - cause he just banged the heck out of his ribs - Vincent shoves the beer bottle into his mouth and pushes it half-way down his throat.

Janela's eyes go wide and his faces turns red as he begins to suffocate. He's grabbing at the bottle, trying to pull it out while Vincent keeps pushing it further and further down.

Fans with weak stomachs turn away, disgusted by the sight of it. Children weep frightened tears. Nasty marks cheer in awe. Vincent shows no remorse at all as he gives it one last little push to get it stuck in the gullet of his opponent.


Phillips: Vincent is choking Marseglia with a beer bottle! Have we ever seen anything like this?

Ranallo: Not outside of an Eli Roth movie, no.


Joey stumbles away, trying in vain to get the bottle out while he's choking. Its lodged in there, though. Downright stuck.

Vincent pursues him, not letting him get too far away. He wheels Joey around. The "Bad Boy" is staring at him with desperation in his eyes. Vincent alleviates his suffering - in a way - by helping him out with that choking problem.

An Axe Edge chop to the clogged trachea shatters the glass bottle inside Joey's throat.

Mortified gasp from the crowd. Several folks leave the arena. Family-friendly sponsorships are surely lost.

Joey spits out a mouthful of bloody glass shards as he gasps for air. He's in not state to fight back as Vincent collects his previously-dropped bag of thumbtacks off the arena floor. The former Champ pours a pile of those in one hand then shoves them in Joey's face, rubbing them in his eye sockets with extreme prejudice as The "Bad Boy" screams in pain.


Ranallo: Enough already! This is going too far!

Graves: Don't act like Joey didn't ask for this!


With blood fountaining from his mouth and his eyelids pinned shut with tacks, Joey pulls away like a bucking bronco and rolls into the ring to escape the wrath of his opponent. Vincent follows him in there, hitting his blinded enemy in the stomach to set him up in powerbomb position. From there, he flips Janela up and transitions into a Reverse STO, slamming Joey's already supremely compromised face right into the canvas.


Ranallo: And there's that new move in Vincent's already devastating repertoire - he calls is Post-Mortem and that about sums it up.

Phillips: If Joey was hoping to weaken Vincent going into Wrestlemania, he messed up big time. This one's gotta be over.


Vincent hooks a leg. The Referee makes the count from as far away as possible...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
VINCENT!


Vincent stands over his massacred foe while his music hits the PA. The audience is split - half too sickened to cheer, another half ecstatic about the brutality of what they just witnessed.


Graves: If that's any indication of what we're going to get at Wrestlemania, I can't wait to see it.

Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly is a man with nothing left to lose. We saw earlier tonight that the outrage towards Vincent he's kept simmering for years has boiled up once again. Lord knows he's coming into Mania with bad intentions and clearly Vincent is going to meet him on that level.


EMTs rush out to attend to Janela, who Vincent leaves in his wake without a care. The Most Dangerous Man in the UWF head backs up the ramp, a trail of blood that isn't his own dripping off his hands as he goes. Revolution rolls on!




Backstage an unsurprisingly ticked off Stokely Hathaway is sat down talking on his cell phone following what went down in the Arm Wrestling Extraordinaire.



Stokely Hathaway: Did you see that farce go down?! That was a bigger disaster than that Wonka experience everyone’s talking about on X. We’ll never run again. That cheat! You gotta be alert for him pulling a similar stunt on you at Mania man, he truly is a nasty piece of work!

It’s apparent that Hathaway is on the phone to Drew McIntyre, who has been away this week doing some promotional work.

Stokely Hathaway: Oh yeah, you can bet that I’ll be having words about that referee. What right does he have to tell me to tone it down? I was the hype man, it was my job to hype up the experience and make it the spectacle that I promised it would be. He prevented me from doing that, so you can bet that I’ll be bringing lawyers in if that’s what it’s gonna take to get some sort of justice. Urgh…

A heavy sigh follows, solidifying that the man isn’t having the best of nights.

Stokely Hathaway: Please tell me you’re back next week?..

Listening intently to what McIntyre is saying on the other line, the negativity Hathaway is expressing is slowly turning slightly more positive.

Stokely Hathaway: Well that is a very interesting development… one that I think could work nicely to our overall advantage if played right. That said, I’ll leave the calls to you if that’s alright, I don’t got the headspace right now to come up with a solid strategy after tonight’s fiasco… alright… drop me a message when you’re back stateside and we’ll talk again then.

Hathaway hangs up the phone and already seems in much better spirits than he was when he first started talking as he takes the time to smirk before the feed transitions to another part of the building.




We head backstage where Renee Young is standing by with Sami Zayn

Renee Young: Sami, two weeks ago Becky nearly broke the arm of Kevin Owens and earlier tonight he suffered a loss when it became clear that the arm was still a problem. Do you feel satisfied with your revenge?



Sami Zayn: I know what you're thinking. After what we saw earlier tonight, I'd be smiling, brimming with excitement for just how low Kevin Owens has fallen but at this point, it's not funny. It's just sad. This man was my best friend once upon a time and now? He's just a shell of his former self. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very angry with him. He cost not only me but the entire world the true main event of Wrestlemania. But me being the very good friend that I am, I'm willing to forgive and help Kevin succeed. That's why I'm officially challenging him to a match at Wrestlemania. I want to bring the fight back out of him. I want him to remind the world that he truly is the greatest World Champion in UWF history...

And then I want to prove that I'm still better and beat him.

A smile comes back to his face as the camera fades out.








As Shadow Moses blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, hood up and  focused on the ring. He is beseeched by boos from the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp.


Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring  from Boston,  Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs he is  The "Psycho Killer" Tommaso Ciampa.



Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa keep a stoic face on as he looked at the ring, clearly focused on the match at hand and blocking out all noise from the audience. He gets to the ring steps and climbs to the second one before slamming it twice with his hands and whipping his hood down.


Getting into the ring, Ciampa would climb to the second turnbuckle and outstretch his arms as he keeps his eyes closed before hopping down and taking his jacket off, waiting in the corner for his opponent.



Head of the Table hits the PA System and out comes Roman Reigns. All alone doesn't have his problem solver no Wiseman just the Tribal Chief in all his glory.

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

Reigns and company make there way to the ring and the reception is mixed for the Tribal Chief. Roman is taking his time to get in the ring showing little urgency. Roman finally gets into the ring and he looks out to the crowd. Roman Reigns throws up the one into the crowd as the fans give more boos than usual for the Tribal Chief. Roman Reigns looks ready to fight his opponent.

The referee checks on both men before he goes to signal for the bell, when the lights suddenly go out.



To quote the award winning theme song: “Look everyone, it’s Tyler.” Who emerges on stage, Alexa Bliss and Omos in tow as Ciampa and Roman look towards the stage frustrated that their match is being interrupted.

Mauro Ranallo:: What is Tyler Breeze doing out here?
Corey Graves: That’s a funny way of showing gratitude for being graced by the Gorgeous ones presence Mauro, Who cares “Why”. Just sit back and enjoy it.
Tom Phillips: Even when he’s not booked on the card, he needs to take the spotlight for himself.

Tyler Breeze makes his way down the ramp, walking at his own pace as he task his Breezetourage to keep up with him. He walks around the ring and pauses, turning his head away from his phone to look at the two men in the ring. He scoffs and turns back to his gorgeous image as he continues to make his way around the ring and heads to the announcer table.

Corey Graves: You see Mauro, if you simply show some patience the “Why” will answer itself, it seems we’re being joined by Tyler Breeze on Commentary!

Breeze looks down at the announcers for a moment, nodding his head in their direction. Alexa Bliss snaps her fingers and seemingly out of nowhere two women suddenly appear, wiping down the announcer table as fast as they can. Bliss snaps again and they run off, Breeze lifts a foot up as if he’s taking a step and holds it there while still looking at his phone. Omos steps up and puts his hands under his arms and effortlessly lifts Breeze up so that he steps up onto the announcers table, turning around and making sure he’s got the spotlight on him.



Tom Phillips: I’m sure he’ll be impartial and provide tons of insight.
Corey Graves: I’m sure he will to, isn’t this great?

As Graves fails to recognize the sarcasm, Breeze steps down from the table. Having proven his point about getting all the attention on himself, sitting down on commentary as Bliss reaches down and places a headset on him and stands beside him as Omos takes a spot standing behind him his chair. Roman is staring down at Breeze with an angry look on his face as Ciampa is stretching in the corner, ready for all the show to finish so we can get to the match. The referee now takes control and rings the bell.

VS

*Ding Ding Ding

Roman shakes his head and turns around towards Ciampa as both men step up to one another in the center of the ring, beginning to trash talk one another.

Corey Graves: Tyler, thank you for joining us on commentary this evening, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence?
Tyler Breeze: Obviously it’s the Road to Wrestlemania, So the main event of Revolution needed SOME starepower. Afterall, I did just defeat the UWF Champion for the second time and his Wrestlemania Opponent…for the Second time as well.

Roman and Ciampas words seem to start getting heated as they become more animated as they talk to one another, until Roman suddenly puts his hand on Ciampas face and shoves him back facepalming him. Ciampa gets a smile on his face, chuckling at the disrespect shown to him as Reigns is still talking down to him. He goes so far as to facepalm him again, asking him if he really thinks he belongs in front of him. You can see a vein starting to grow on Ciampas head as he grows angry now, but he’s seemingly maintaining his composure not letting Reigns' tirade get to him. It seems Reigns is working himself up into a rage, almost frothing at the mouth as he belittles Ciampa. He reaches forward to facepalm him again but this time Ciampa grabs his right arm coming in and switches over, hooking his arm and pulling him downwards seemingly for an armbar. Reigns gets caught and is trying desperately to keep himself from being brought down fully, as they walk in a circle around the ring jockeying for position.

Mauro Ranallo:: Roman shouldn’t underestimate Ciampa and this is exactly why.
Tyler Breeze: It’s just so easy to do when you look like that uggo.

Roman is brought down to one knee, but keeps himself from being brought down fully as Ciampa wrenches on his arm. Reigns is able to take a second to stop the panicked struggle to find his footing, standing himself back up and shoving Ciampa off of him, rolling him backwards. Tommaso rolls up to his feet and charges at Reigns, ducking under a clothesline and hitting the ropes at full speed. Roman goes for a back elbow but once against Ciampa ducks it and hits the ropes. As he comes back he baseball slides under Romans legs smoothly, standing him and spinning around as Roman turns to face him. Turning straight into a rolling elbow to the jaw that staggers him backwards, Ciampa rushes after him hitting him with forearm shots that send him back into the corner. The Sicilian Psychopath climbs up onto the second rope and starts to rain down shots on Reigns, the crowd counting along with each punch. 1..2..3.. Until Ciampa kicks it into high gear and starts peppering the Tribal Chief with frantic rights and lefts that the crowd try and count along with at a fast pace.The referee is trying to get him to get his opponent out of the corner, but it’s Reigns who finally uses his strength to shove Ciampa off of him. Tommaso lands in the middle of the ring and rolls back right to his feet and immediately rushes towards Reigns driving his shoulder into his sternum in the corner, he quickly pulls back and drives his shoulder into him again. Before he can continuously do it, Reigns answers back with a clubbing forearm to the back that stops Ciampa. Reigns still in a daze shoves Ciampa back away from him, Ciampa spins back and slides across the mat almost drifting across the canvas to get distance before he rushes back to an unsuspecting Reigns with a elbow to the side of the head in the corner.

Tom Phillips: Last week might have lit a fire under Ciampa, he is relentless tonight.
Corey Graves: He’s got Roman Reigns on the backfoot here.
Tyler Breeze: That’s the magic teaming with Tyler Breeze works, it’ll boost anyones confidence to get to feel even a bit of the success I’m capable of by riding my designer coattails.

Ciampa grabs Reigns arm and goes to whip him across the ring, but Reigns quickly counters and sends Ciampa into the corner instead. Roman goes to charge at him but Ciampa meets him coming in with both feet to the face to stumble him backwards, grabbing at his jaw in pain Ciampa quickly runs towards him. Roman sidesteps and manages to send him sailing through the ropes and to the outside. As Reigns finally gets a second to breath, Ciampa landed on his feet outside and quickly climbs back up on the ring apron. Reigns sees this and goes towards him but runs right into Ciampa driving his shoulder into his ribs again to double him over, Ciampa quickly grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over it into the ring and behind Reigns quickly hooking him by the waist and going for a German Suplex. Roman manages to hold on to the ropes to prevent himself from going back, after the initial big attempt at a heave, Reigns quickly strikes with a back elbow to Ciampa, getting him off of him. As Ciampa staggers he tries to quickly get back into it, blindly running into Roman’s big boot straight to his face. Roman doubles over holding his ribs and then feeling his jaw with his hand, shaking off the onslaught. While he does so, Ciampa has crawled over to the corner and pulled himself up thanks to the ropes. Roman closes the gap and hits a corner clothesline on Ciampa, rearing back and immediately following it up hitting clothesline after clothesline.

Corey Graves: Tommaso Ciampa came out strong, but it was only a matter of time before Roman got things going at his pace..
Tyler Breeze: Slow, boring, and ugly. Nice change of pace from fast, messy, and ugly.

After several clotheslines in the corner, Reigns finally stops and Ciampa falls out of the corner face down to the mat. Reigns grabs at his chin moving his jaw around, almost insulted that Ciampa got as much offense as he did on him as he looks down at him with a look of disgust. Roman gets Ciampas head and starts to pull him up slowly, Ciampa quickly springs to action shoving Reigns hands off of him and hitting him with open hand smacks across the face and chest. Hitting him with both rights and lefts catching him off guard with this barrage until he ends it by leaping up with a knee straight to the jaw, this staggers Reigns knocking him loopy on his feet. Ciampa quickly grabs Reigns arm and pulls it over as he slowly goes to lift him up onto his shoulders, struggling a bit with the bigger man but getting him up all the same. The more time it took Ciampa to get him up, allows Reigns to wake up and start to hit elbows to the side of his head to get him to put him back down. Right as he does however, Ciampa fights through letting out a primal yell and heaves Reigns up onto his shoulders again. Tommaso shifts him down to hook his head for an Air Raid Crash, But Roman is able to shift his weight enough and keep himself from being hooked up until he slides down Ciamps back to the mat and rolls over schoolboying Ciampa.

Corey Graves: What a counter here we go

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The referee stops the count as Reigns isn’t looking for a roll up, he just needed to find his footing and lift Ciampa up from the school boy position with his arm up high enough to sit out into a powerbomb that covers him.

Mauro Ranallo:: No no, he wanted assurance

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Kick out

Tom Phillips: Impressive strength by Roman Reigns but Ciampa doesn’t seem to have an ounce of quit in him tonight.

Ciampa kicks out, turning his whole body around and away from Reigns, who grabs at his wrist from the strain of lifting a full grown man up with one arm. Ciampa makes his way to the corner in a familiar way, as he gets himself up by the turnbuckles Roman looks over at him and measures him up. Roman rushes in and goes for a corner clothesline, just as Ciampa raises his fist up causing Reigns to clothesline both of his forearms. Reigns rears back in pain, the distance created giving Ciampa the chance to rush out of the corner and hit a bicycle kick right to his face. The sudden shot sends Reigns tumbling through the ropes and to the outside.

Tyler Breeze: This is absolutely magnificent.
Tom Phillips: Tommaso Ciampas tenacity has even impressed you, Tyler?
Tyler Breeze: Who? I was talking about this handsome man on my phone.
Mauro Ranallo:: That’s just your reflection-
Tyler Breeze: Finally, someone recognizes greatness around here.

Roman is pulling on the ring skirt to get himself back up, Solo steps up and helps his Tribal Chief to a vertical base by his arm. As he does, Ciampa has hit the ropes in the ring and charged forward. He leaps with both feet forward through the ropes, Solo instinctually shoves Reigns off to one side just in time for Ciampa to land with both feet onto Sikoas chest. Solo drops down to the floor as Ciampa lands through the ropes sitting on the ring apron with a smirk on his face, until his eyes meet with Joes. The stare off of familiarity doesn’t last long, as out from the side Reigns boots come flying in as he lands on the ring apron with an apron driveby to Ciampa that knocks him off the ring and to the floor. Reigns sits up straight on the ring apron and claps his hands, patting himself on the back mockingly.

Corey Graves: That’s all it takes, how valuable is Samoa Joe to Roman that he doesn’t even have to get involved to gain him the advantage.

Roman hops off the apron, when Tyler Breeze catches his eye. He walks towards the announcer table as you can see Omos almost bulk up at the sight of Reigns, ready to take some revenge. Bliss puts a fist up, this signal preventing Omos from moving forward as Breeze eyes Roman.

Mauro Ranallo:: Things are starting to get a little tense out here.
Tyler Breeze: Tense? Puh-lease, Roman isn’t going to do anything. Can’t you see, our backs aren’t turned.

Roman starts to talk out to Breeze, loudly enough for it to be picked up by their microphones.

Roman Reigns:Ya think you’re funny huh? Messing with My family behind my back, you think I wasn’t gonna find out?

Bliss cocks an eyebrow, still unsure of what tension there is between Roman and Tyler. The crowd starts to stand up behind them, seeing Roman grow in anger as he slams his hand onto the announcer table cover. Omos is ready to fight, Roman seems ready to take Breezes head off, and Breeze himself looks pretty riled up. But before this powder keg blows, Ciampa is back up and grabs Roman by the hair and slams his face straight down onto the announcer table. Once Reigns head bounces off the panel, Ciampa grabs it and slams it again dribbling his head onto the table like a basketball over and over again.

Mauro Ranallo:: Giving new meaning to the Head of the Table, Tommaso Ciampa is making Roman regret turning his back on him!

After a couple more slams Ciampa swings Roman around and throws him back into the ring, Ciampa turns back around and looks at Breeze and gives him a quick “Up Yours”  arm gesture as a ‘thank you’ for the distraction. Sliding back into the ring.

Corey Graves: What was that all about Tyler?
Tyler Breeze: no comment
Tom Phillips: This IS Commentary.
Tyler Breeze: Ugh whatever, if you must know I hired some past associate of his for advice.

Once back in the ring, Ciampa goes for a quick cover.

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Corey Graves: Why would Roman hold a grudge over that?
Tyler Breeze: Well they were still associated at the time.

Roman lifts his arm straight up to pop his shoulder up, and instantly Ciampa grabs that arm and pulls him over before flipping across his back and locking in his Bridging Fujiwara Armbar.

Mauro Ranallo:: He’s got Roman trapped, that Bridging Fujiwara is going to pull that arm right out of its socket!

Roman is in trouble as his arm is being bent in a manner it shouldn’t be, he’s desperately attempting to claw at the canvas and push himself up to find some way to power out or slip out of this hold. But Ciampa is wildly wrenching onto the arm keeping him put, Reigns pushes up off the mat with his free hand and manages to shift his body forward enough to reach forward and grab the bottom rope.

Tom Phillips: Roman is able to get a rope break, but what damage has he done to the arm.
Corey Graves: When you say former associate Tyler, are you referring to Paul Heyman?

Bliss gives a look of bewilderment down at Breeze, hearing that he was getting advice from someone without her know as Breeze keeps looking straight ahead trying not to acknowledge Bliss as it’s precisely why he was keeping hush about the whole thing. Back in the ring Ciampa releases the hold on Reigns and stands up straight, he grabs Roman and pulls him up bringing him in and hooking his arms up looking for the Fairy Tale Ending.

Mauro Ranallo:: This is the move that defeated Drew McIntyre!

Before Ciampa can go to lift him up, Reigns manages to unhook on of his arms and spin out of Ciampas grasp. As he does he creates the distance to go for a clothesline, Tommaso ducks it smoothly wrapping his arms around his waist and in one swift motion heaving him up and hitting a German Suplex onto Reigns. Roman is folded up rolling backwards to his knees, Ciampa stands up thanks to the ropes. Reigns holds the back of his neck and stands up from the mat toughing through the German to take a step forward and leap up hitting a Superman Punch on Ciampa, Reigns immediately grabs at his arm in pain from the focus on it all match as Ciampa staggers backwards and into the ropes bouncing off them and back to his feet. The hurt arm diminishing the power in the Punch enough that Ciampa is able to stay vertical as he bounces off the ropes does a bicycle motion hitting a huge Knee to Reigns that drops him straight back to the mat as Ciampa collapses himself. Both men down in the center of the ring.

Mauro Ranallo:: Both these men are not giving an inch, Reigns’ Power game is undeniable but Ciampa is out to prove himself and it’s truly a sight to behold here.
Tyler Breeze: The only sight to behold around here is me, duh. I don’t know why you’re all talking these two up so much. A mid chief and a loser. I’m the one who owns victories over the Wrestlemania Main Event, I’m the one who owns a pinfall victory over Drew Drew.
Tom Phillips: Um, not to be that guy but it’s Tommaso Ciampa that pinned the UWF Champion.
Tyler Breeze: In the record books it reads Tyler Breeze and Tomato Chumpa Pinfall Victory over Drew Drew and K.Y. Itso-Facto, I own a pinfall victory over the UWF Champion.

Ciampa and Reigns start to stir, crawling towards the ropes on opposing corners. They stare at the ring across from one another, Ciampa with a sick smile on his face as he hits the side of his head telling Reigns to bring it. As Reigns holds his jaw and gets a chuckle, they charge at one another towards the middle of the ring. Reigns goes for a right hand but Ciampa ducks it and hits him with forearm shots, after a couple shots Reigns throws a punch to the ribs. Reigns grabs him by the back of the head and sends him to the ropes, as he comes back Roman goes to lift him up on his shoulders for a Samoan Drop. Ciampa quickly throat sharp elbows to the side of the head, he kicks his legs enough to fall off his shoulders to his feet behind him turning him around and lifting him up on his shoulders quickly and hitting a Air Raid Crash. The impact of which bounces Reigns to one side rolling to the outside.

Tom Phillips: Tommaso Ciampa is going to use the momentum from last week to propel himself into another huge win.
Tyler Breeze: I’m the one who propelled him into this, what’s so great about him?
Mauro Ranallo:: He’s done the seemingly impossible and is now holding his own against one of the top superstars on the roster, it’s hard to deny Ciampas crowning moment Breeze.
Tyler Breeze: Crowning…what…this isn’t his spotlight…

Breeze is frustrated and takes his headset off.

Corey Graves: Look at what you two have done now, you’ve offended our guest!

Breeze talks to Omos and Bliss, Reigns is pulling himself up by the ropes on the ring apron. Just as he does Ciampa grabs his head and pulls him through the ropes and hooks his head under his arm to go for Willows Bell. Just as he’s about to drop back however, Reigns’ leg is pull off the apron by Omos the grip Ciampa has on him pulling him forward and hanging him throat first across the top rope and bouncing off to the center of the ring. Roman looks at Omos and then back into the ring quickly sliding into the ring and running past Ciampa hitting the ropes, Ciampa holds his throat and coughs from the sudden whiplash turning around to try and keep his eyes on Reigns but it proves to be his downfall as he turns right into a monstrous Spear from Reigns in the center of the ring. Roman quickly hooks the far leg.

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Roman Reigns rolls off of Ciampa victorious.

Corey Graves: The Head of the Table with a major victory.
Mauro Ranallo:: Chalk the assist to Omos of all people, I think Tyler Breeze couldn’t stand the idea of someone else getting too much of the spotlight and sicked his bodyguard to interfere.

The referee goes to raise Romans arm, once it goes up high enough he winces in pain and pulls his arm away. Motioning him to come around and raise his other arm in victory.

Here is your winner: Roman Reigns!




Tyler Breeze stands up and heads to the ring, climbing up the stairs and entering the ring just as Roman turns to face him. Both men staring off, Solo Sikoa enters the ring behind Reigns. To follow suit, Omos pulls himself up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope standing behind Breeze with a horrific angry look on his face.

Corey Graves: Things are looking dicey again here, Tyler Breeze and Roman Reigns seem ready to go here.
Tom Phillips: I’d say it looks like Omos is mostly ready to go, Breeze looks as always indifferent.

Breeze puts a hand up seemingly backing away to fight another day, turning around and telling Omos to back down. Reigns takes a step forward and this triggers Omos to go into business for himself. Ignoring his orders and going for revenge he reaches forward and grabs at Reigns head with both hands. Solo immediately goes forward and starts to hit right hands on him, Omos shoves Reigns away and blocks a right hand from Solo hitting him with a big right hand that staggers the Problem Solver. Before Omos can follow up, Reigns comes back in and hits a huge uppercut on him. Solo Sikoa reaches up to grab Omos by the throat and sticks his other hand out showing his thumb for the Samoan Spike as Reigns nods at him and hits the ropes to pick up some speed for a spear. As he comes back he runs into a Super-Model Kick that stops him dead in his tracks, The distraction to Solo allows Omos to slam his arm down onto Solos to break his grip on him. Omos takes a step forward and hits Roman with a big boot that knocks him down to the mat, Before Omos can follow up Solo smacks him across the back to turn him around as they begin to brawl.

Tom Phillips: Things are breaking down here!

Omos shoves Solo back off of him and immediately goes to follow up but Solo low bridges him sending him tumbling over the ropes and to the outside, Tyler Breeze stands in the center of the ring fixing his hair. Seemingly not caring at all that Solo and him are left standing, Solo takes a step forward to make him regret it but he suddenly falls straight down onto the mat as Omos grabs his foot from outside and drags him out. As they continue to brawl, Roman is getting himself up in the ring. Breeze cocks an eyebrow and smirks seeing him vulnerable, he puts his hands up into a square frame measuring him up ready for him to get up to put him back down. As Roman gets vertical, Breeze goes to strike but is tackled down by a recovered Ciampa.

Corey Graves: Why won’t Ciampa mind his business, Tyler was about to get even on Roman.
Tom Phillips: He just cost him the match, I’d say Tommaso has plenty to get even about.

Ciampa is hitting frantic shots down onto Breeze as he tries to cover up his face as best he can, Breeze manages to finally shove Ciampa to one side off of him. As Ciampa gets up frantically to get back at him, Breeze, not effected by a match, is able to catch him coming in with a leaping enziguri that staggers him backwards. Once Breeze gets up, Roman comes flying in hitting a Superman punch to Tyler that sends him into the corner. Roman flips his hair back and shakes his hand up and down in pain, before he can do anything Ciampa comes charging back and hits him with a knee to the face. Roman falls back onto the ropes as Ciampa shakes his head, he turns towards the corner only to be met with a Super Model kick. Reigns bounces off the ropes and comes back fighting with Breeze, as they trade blows with one another Ciampa shakes his head and rushes forward throwing hands as all three men fight in the middle of the ring. As the crowd cheer at the three men all throwing hands in the center of the ring, security suddenly rush down the ramp and slide into the ring and begin to separate the three men.

Mauro Ranallo:: We’ve got an all out war here!
Corey Graves: we’re going to need more security to stop these guys.

As security grab at the three men in groups they pull them all apart into separate corners. Breeze is shouting “Don’t Touch me!” Once separated, Breeze slips away from the securities hands and gets out of the ring to leave as Ciampa is trying to move forward away from their grasp to keep fighting as Roman just stands in his corner looking fuming. Security desperately trying to maintain control is the last scene we see as we fade out of the show.




END OF SHOW


Credits

Guerrero vs Owens - Dresden
Janela vs Vincent - Fauche
Roman vs Ciampa - Rey
Rude/Cassidy vs Swerve/Orton, Hayes vs Roberts - Danny

[Dres]

First and foremost, sorry for delaying the show. I planned on getting my match done last night after work but had my kiddos overnight and fell asleep. Secondly, sorry for the match being so short, I wrote it at work so I was in a hurry so length and quality suffered.

Anyhoo, great show despite that opening hiccup of mine. The build to Mania continues to be heavy as well as entertaining. Thanks to Fauche for what I’m calling No DQ, part one. It was a fun thread and a fun match to read.

If you had any contributions to this edition, thank you and I enjoyed what you wrote. I have to be vague because I’m still at work and rushing through this comment.

[AndyDNU]

Quality show once again to keep things ticking along nicely for Mania, thanks as always to this weeks writing contributors.

Biggest shock twist coming in the form of the IC title changing hands. A bummer that we’ve presumably lost Crann for the time being but the title is in very safe hands with Mattchewie. Looking forward to seeing how Rude fares in his second run with the gold.

Had quite a busy week of it but very pleased with the work Cwalker and I were able to do this week with our joint segments. Hope you guys enjoyed reading and seeing how they unfolded.

Another manic ending to proceedings with a tasty written main event and fallout. Both this and the Vincent/KOR feud have really picked up steam and I have high hopes for the future matches and threads to follow.

Have a good weekend folks.

[Cwalker]

Another good build to Mania.

The Main Event was chaos, which is a good thing. Glad to see Chase back in full form.

I hope everything with Crann is well. Will be waiting for him with open arms whenever he is ready to come back.

Vincent/KOR continues to develop as we get closer to the big show. Really looking forward to that thread.

Happy to have shared a lot of promo time with Andy. He’s had some really good ideas so far and we bounce off each other pretty seamlessly. Can’t wait to show what we have planned next.

Overall good show, great job everyone that pitched in