Revolution 3/8/24

[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're getting closer and closer to Wrestlemania and we've got some big matches planned for tonight.

Corey Graves: Yes but also one hell of a Adonis Lock challenge. Can the UWF Champion be the first to break free?

Mauro Ranallo: Plus Randy Orton will have to run through a gauntlet. He won't have much time to prepare though as that takes place right now!  






“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.



Orton is ready but his met with a familiar tune, "Big Pressure" is playing,  Out walks Prince Nana all by himself. Prince goes  to the side of the stage where he reveals his had a chair specifically placed for himself, He smiles as he picks up the microphone sitting there. He "swerves" his way to taking a seat before speaking...

"Prince" Nana: "BEFORE WE BEGIN... "WHOSE HOUSE"



"Swerves House" the crowd respond so Swerve himself can hear it where ever he may be. Nana is giddy with excitement from the successful experiment...

"Prince" Nana: I always wanted to try that... Back to you Orton, Thank you for accepting our challenge, As you are well aware of the consequences of tonight's gauntlet match, If you Randy Orton are pinned or submitted during this match. We shall offer the man who beat you a contract with Swerve Enterprises but if you somehow manage to survive... I doubt it... Very unlikely... almost statistically impossible but if you do you shall have choice of stipulation for your match with Swerve himself at the Grandest stage of em' all, Wrestlemania.... And to start tonight off, l I thought long and hard who can take the first spot in this gauntlet... Than they came to me and they may be rough around the edges but true love conquers all... according to them at least..."

Orton is in the ring awaiting his first opponent. Familiar guitar rift wails out and "True Love" descends all over the UWF arena.


"Mike Kanellis and the First Lady Maria Kanellis"



Tom Phillips: "Didn't we get enough of these two after the Masterlock challenge?"

Corey Graves: "It's true love Tom!"

Tom Phillips: "I am surprised after the outburst from Maria that she is still by the side of Bennett"

It doesn't take long before the duo of Maria Kanellis and Mike Bennett, walk out to the ring. Maria has her headset on with microphone, She ask for the music to be cut so she can speak...

Maria Kanellis-Bennett: "My name is Maria Kanellis. And this right here is the love of my life, Mike Kaneellis. Mike has vowed on his love for me that he is going to make up for the disaster that is the master-lock challenge. He's going to claim that contract and with that money we will be going on our second honeymoon, Thanks to the Power of Love!"



The two love-birds eskimo kiss before Maria and Mike walk to ringside holding hands, Mike gets to one knee at the end of the ramp where he kisses Maria's hand as she swoons, Orton is getting frustrated in the ring with this display. Mike enters the ring he attempts to clothesline Orton as he turns his back before the match, The referee is already calling for the bell to begin the match, Orton catches Mike with the most destructive move in all of wrestling... R...K...O. Orton makes the cover as the bells ring out...

DING DING DING

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

"Prince" Nana: "Yikes... yikes I mean you saw what happened right there... He is banned from any other Gauntlet hosted by Swerve Enterprises..."

"Prince" Nana: "MIKE KANELLIS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!"

Tom Phillips: "Maria doesn't look happy with that embarrassing loss..."

The crowd come unstuck for the quickness of the first fall in this gauntlet for Randy, Mike rolls out of the ring as Maria stands in shock "YOU'RE USELESS" she screams, Mike begins pleading as he holds his neck in pain. Bennett is stunned as Kanellis connects with a swift boot to the family jewels. Bennett falls at ringside as Orton awaits his next opponent...

Mauro Ranallo: "You can say that again Tom!"

"Prince" Nana: "Next up is a Machine hell bent on destruction..."

Maria is still berating Mike as ring crew attempt to clear them from the ring. They are eating up time but the crowd comes off their feet as "Feed The Wolf begins to play...

WHO CAN STOP THE PATH OF CAGE!



"Brian "The F'n Machine" Cage"

Randy is in the ring, awaiting. There is no sign of Cage on the ramp. Orton is thinking this is going to be another easy win, but not for long, as a hulking mass of humanity enters the ring behind him. It's none other than Brian Cage, who just about puts his shoulder right through Orton's chest as he turns to meet the human wrecking ball. Orton doesn't get his chance to stand up as Cage already has him in a bear hug. Cage launches Orton across the ring as if he weighs nothing. Orton lands awkwardly on his shoulder.

DING DING DING!

Tom Phillips: "Brian Cage taking a shortcut in this match right out of the gate. It's not enough to fight 5 guys!"

Corey Graves: "Swerve Enterprises would be off to a great start with a signing of the caliber of Cage."

Orton begins to push up to a knee as he feels something off with his shoulder. Cage, however, smells blood. He runs and tackles the Viper into the corner turnbuckle with his own shoulder. Orton, thinking Cage is going to go for another shoulder thrust, is caught off guard as Cage hooks under his arms. Cage lifts him up with a release suplex that gets more air than the last...

Mauro Ranallo: "Cage brings a lot to the table for Swerve. His tactics to get the upper hand show that in spades."

Cage lifts up Orton, placing him on his shoulders. Cage moves to the center of the ring. His muscles flex almost on their own. The Machine spins Orton off his shoulder with an "F'n5" – some would call it an F5, but they'd have a piss fetish, allegedly. Orton is on the back foot. The fucking Machine ain't stopping, though, as he lifts the weight of Orton up and onto his shoulder before sending The Viper back-first into the turnbuckle with a devastating powerbomb. Orton rag dolls to the canvas...

Corey Graves: "I don't think I've seen someone dominate Orton this much since his return..."

Tom Phillips: "Corey, are you going to ignore the ambush on Cage's part, or do you have some short-term memory loss?"

Corey Graves: "Anything to join Swerve Enterprises. Swerve would be watching this. At this rate, Swerve might have Wrestlemania off..."

Cage is back on his man. The Machine lifts Orton to his feet. He pulls him up and over for a release suplex. Orton lands on the back of his neck. The Viper is struggling, trying to use the ropes to get back to his feet. Orton holds his arm as The Machine taunts him, "Get to your f'n feet...". Orton is the prey in this situation, an unfamiliar situation for the man. Orton goes to move towards Cage but is met with a discus lariat that sends him spinning mid-air...

Mauro Ranallo: "Orton trying to get back into this match, but the Machine is squeezing his advantage to its fullest..."

Tom Phillips: "Cage looking to be a very promising proposition for Swerve."

Corey Graves: "Can't understate how great a plan by Nana this is. If Orton wins at Mania, Swerve will be dealing with a broken man."

Tom Phillips: "At this rate, I don't see Orton making it to Wrestlemania..."

Cage picks up Orton to his feet. The Machine puts a foot down before hoisting him up onto his shoulder. Cage has Orton in a Gory bomb position. He falls back as he does; he connects with a Weapon X onto Randy. Orton goes face-first into the canvas as Cage turns over Orton, who seems like dead weight. Cage goes for the pinfall by doing a pushup on Orton...

One...

Cage lifts up Orton's head just after one. The crowd begins to give the piece of work a piece of their minds. Cage is playing with his food at this point in time. Cage stands to his feet, lifting Orton over his shoulder. Cage swings his man to his side as he plants him hard into the canvas. Cage looks happy to play with his food. He goes to the top rope. He doesn't have good intentions as he jumps and rotates like a cruiser weight, crashing into Orton with the moonsault. Cage is already back as he points to the crowd, running his thumb across his neck, indicating he has plans to finish off Orton...

Mauro Ranallo: "CAGE WITH THE MOONSAULT, WHAT AN ANOMALY!..."

Cage lifts up Orton. The Machine has Orton in a stalling vertical suplex. Cage flexes his muscles as he falls to his back, sending Orton down headfirst into the canvas between his legs. The impact leaves the crowd stunned. Cage hooks a leg...

One...

Two...

Mauro Ranallo: "Orton- No, he gets to the rope!"

Orton's foot gets to the rope. The referee, with the eyes of an eagle, calls for the rope break. Cage looks pissed as he begins arguing with the referee. Orton is pulling himself to his feet as Cage decides to send him over the ropes with a clothesline. Orton spills out onto ringside as he lands shoulder-first into the apron. Cage follows his prey. Cage looks towards Orton, who has used the steel post to get back to his feet as the referee counts...

1...

Corey Graves: "Cage isn't happy; he had that victory in his hands."

2...

Cage runs his shoulder into the stomach of Orton. Cage rams the Viper back-first into the steel post, which causes Orton to recoil in pain. Orton is in pain as Cage goes to grab his target once more but is met with a stiff uppercut to his jaw. The Machine stumbles back...

3...

Corey Graves: "That's got to piss off Cage. If you look closely he could have everything Swerve needs"

Tom Phillips: "Cage can't let his feelings get in the way of this job..."

4...

Orton is leaning against the ring post. In response to the uppercut by Orton, Cage almost by instinct spins around as he goes for his discus lariat once more. Orton ducks out of the lariat attempt as The Machine almost knocks the steel post down with his lariat. Orton grabs the arm before Cage can react. Orton pulls the arm into the steel post, causing Cage's shoulder to just about pop out of its socket. Orton still has the arm of Cage as he applies a wrist lock around the steel post. Brian Cage begins to try and get out, but Orton just tightens the lock...

5...

Tom Phillips: "Orton using the ring to his advantage to take out the power of Cage..."

6...

Orton has worn down the shoulder enough. He decides one final pull into the steel post is enough as Cage bounces shoulder-first off the steel post to ringside. Orton finally has his moment of respite, Orton looking to inflict more damage. He grabs Cage by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. Orton smirks as he delivers a DDT spiking Cage's head,  Orton gets back to his feet and follows up with stomps to Cage's injured shoulder. Orton continues his assault, relishing in the opportunity to dismantle his opponent. With Cage barely able to defend himself, Orton hoist him up by the arm and whips the machine into the ringside barricade which comes crashing down from the mass of humanity ramming through it shoulder first...

7...

Mauro Ranallo: "OH MY THE BARRICADE HAS EXPLODED"

Orton looks pleased with the destruction ringside the referee is up to seven, Orton knows his chances go to zero, So Orton plays it smart he rolls into the ring and rolls right back at the referee begins his count from the start once more...

Tom Phillips: "Orton using the rule book to make sure he get's what he wants..."

Orton walks over to the rubble of the ringside barricade but is met with  a sudden and forceful spear that just about leaves his boots planted. Orton is feeling the Machines wrath as Cage begins spiking Orton's head into the ground...

Mauro Ranallo: "Cage is playing basketball with Orton's head..."

Orton is fully out of it as Cage decides to bring the punishment back into the ring, Cage lifts up Orton and Guerrilla presses him over the top rope from outside the ring.  Cage enters the ring as he stalks Orton who is still dazed from the sudden mugging outside the ring. Cage  lifts Orton up going for the Weapon X but Orton slides out of it as he plants Cage with a  inverted headlock back breaker....

Tom Phillips: "Maybe too little too late, Orton is still down and Cage is already getting back to his feet..."

Orton is slow on the get up, so slow in fact the man who was just on the receiving end of the iconic back breaker is already on his feet by the time Orton gets up, Orton tries and succeeds with a flurry of rights that stun the big guy, Cage though meets Orton with a knee right into the abdomen,  Cage whips Orton into the turnbuckle where he meets him with a meaty splash/clothesline to the corner. The Machine is thinking super weapon x or something as he lifts Orton to the top turnbuckle...

Tom Phillips: "NOT A WEAPON X FROM THE TOP ROPE!"

 Orton is about to be murdered but he is able to slip free of Cage, The Machine is caught off guard as Orton jumps so high he is able to catch Cages head as he brings him crashing down into the canvas with an R...K...O. Orton makes the cover...


One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

Corey Graves: "There goes Cages hopes of joining Swerve Enterprises..."

Orton rolls off Cage, Orton is unable to will himself to his feet, His body is failing from the destruction caused by Cage. The Machine on the other hand while shaken is pissed, He lifts Orton up onto his shoulders, Cage plants Orton with a vicious power bomb. The crew run down to the ring they begin pushing Cage off Orton, Randy is pulled to the back as Orton is laid out. Orton is reeling on the ground as...

"Prince" Nana: "BRIAN CAGE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!"

"Prince" Nana: "The next beast who is vying for a contract with Swerve Enterprises..."



"IVAR"

Mauro Ranallo: "It's IVAR! What's he doing out here?"

Corey Graves: "He needs to pay for his Viking brethren's medical bills, I hear ERIK is still in care of the local medical facility"



Ivar walks out to the ring, He pumps his fist to the beat, IVAR gets to the ring, He enters swiftly, Unlike Cage before him, IVAR awaits in the corner for Orton to get to his feet, The viking has a code of conduct and he wishes to fight this battle with honor and pride. Orton is using the turnbuckles to arise. Orton is on his feet, The referee calls for the match to begin...

DING DING DING

Orton is the first to strike with an attempt at a lariat, but the big man moves like nothing as he cartwheels dodging the lariat attempt. IVAR grabs Orton by the waist he tries to lift the viking up for a German Suplex or a Viking Suplex in this case but Orton. Orton stops it as he grabs the arm of IVAR, He twist his way out of the grip of IVAR, Orton goes to plant him with a back drop but Orton can't lift the viking up, Orton hits his damned arm. IVAR spins around and smacks Orton with a forearm, IVAR runs to the ropes, He jumps up and hits a spinning heel kick that connects on the back of Orton's neck. Orton goes down like a sack of bricks. Orton runs the ropes he jumps and hits a running senton onto Orton...

Tom Phillips: "Ivar is playing by the rules but maybe Cage has done the damage needed to end Orton's night early..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Ivar is massive and talented to boot a dangerous combination."

Tom Phillips: "He really must care for his tag partner, ERIK, if he is willing to take a deal with the Devil, Swerve..."

Corey Graves: "You can make a deal with the Devil but you don't lose your morals"

Tom Phillips: "It's just taking advantage of a man who is strugging..."

IVAR picks up Orton, He has him in a up with a power-slam, IVAR plants Orton into the mat once more, Orton writhes in pain. Orton is putty in his Viking grip as he is placed on the shoulders of IVAR, The viking plants him with a Viking drop, IVAR makes the pinfall attempt...

One...

Two...

Orton kicks out at two!

Tom Phillips: "IVAR thought he had that contract in his hands and a way to pay for ERIK's much needed surgery..."

IVAR lifts Orton to his feet, He throws Randy like some rag doll with an underhook suplex, Orton lands on his back. Orton is struggling to get back to his feet as IVAR lets out a primal roar. IVAR is on his man like his some clearance MEAT. IVAR is going to the top rope he moonsaults like the agile fucker he is, IVAR comes crashing down as Orton's soul just about leaves his body, IVAR makes the cover...

One...

Two...

Mauro Ranallo: "MEAT-SAULT flattening Orton!"

Orton somehow kicks out at 2.5, He should be a pancake but Orton is still in trouble as IVAR lifts him up and whips him to the ropes, IVAR does a cartwheel into a back elbow that knocks some sense into Orton who goes down hard. IVAR lifts up Randy into a stalling suplex, Orton is sent into the canvas as IVAR drops and catches him mid air as he is slammed into the canvas with a powerslam. IVAR knowing this isn't enough for Orton goes up to the top rope, He looks down as he is about to launch...

Mauro Ranallo: "IVAR going for the MEAT-SAULT once more"

Tom Phillips: "If it ain't broke don't fix it!"

Orton knocks the top rope, The viking falls legs landing either side of the turnbuckle leaving some breathing room for the Apex of our sport. Orton pulls IVAR out of the turnbuckle draping his feet over the top rope before planting the big man with a spiking DDT, Orton is getting worked up as he feels adrenaline pumping. Orton is slow to get to his feet, IVAR on the other hand has already stumbled to his feet from the spiking DDT, Orton is circled as IVAR picks him up but Orton meets him with a back elbow to the nose, IVAR infuriated by the back elbow charges, Orton quickly turns his momentum against him as he hits him with a snap rebound power slam.  Orton begins to stomp every joint of the viking, each stomp deeper than the last. Orton is putting all his weight behind each stomp.  

Mauro Ranallo: "Vintage Orton on display here, The methodical approach, Taking back the pacing of this gauntlet.

Corey Graves:: "Brian Cage left him in shambles, I mean if I were in charge of Swerve Enterprises, I'd offer Cage a contract based on merit alone..."

Tom Phillips: "That is very true, Cage came in with the "anything to win" mindset needed for Swerve Enterprises..."

Corey Graves: "Now you have this good-two-shoes attempting to fight for valor and honor of his tag team partner, disgusting..."

Orton goes to the corner as the Viking gets to his hands and knees. Orton runs forwards, His foot barely misses as IVAR moves out of the way of the punt, Ortons foot hits the ropes, The Viking is back to his feet, He runs to the ropes, He jumps and springboards with more air than anyone could think this behemoth could muster, He attempts the spring board moon sault, Orton is already up and  catching IVAR with an R...K...O. Orton is pumped as IVAR lays there a wreck. He pounds on the floor getting up in IVARs face. Orton hooks both legs...

One...

Two...

Tom Phillips: "It's over just like that, Orton picks up the number three of five!"

Three...

Corey Graves: "This is what happens when you've got a bleeding heart, Tom. You get your ass kicked and your friends medical bills go unpaid. If only IVAR took note of Cage's approach..."

DING DING DING

Tom Phillips: "Cage didn't get the win here either Corey, So I am failing to see a benefit to that situation either..."

Corey Graves: "Shut up Tom!"

Orton is already back up to his feet, He is excited about the pinfall but knows deep down there is still two more. IVAR rolls out of the ring looking dejected. Orton though is feeling the pain.  Orton is on his stomach attempting to stand as Nana breaks the silence...

"Prince" Nana: "IVAR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!"

"Prince" Nana: "Up next, This man is great at running a great con so welcome..."

A cash register plays throughout the arena as Nana announces the next guy gunning for the contract...


 
"Ted Dibiase... Jr"



Ted Dibiase Jr walks out onto the entrance ramp, His hair a mess, Dibiase looks miserable, He had to sell his Million Dollar Championship for pennys on the dollar, His fraudlent ways catching up to him as he walks towards the ring, Orton is struggles to his feet, Dibiase goes for the lariat just as the referee calls for the bell...

DING DING DING

Orton ducks under it just in time. The Viper manages to evade Dibiase's initial assault, but his body is still feeling the effects of the gauntlet. Orton quickly retaliates with a snap kick to Dibiase's midsection, doubling him over. Despite the exhaustion from the previous matches, Orton's instincts kick in as he seizes the opportunity. He grabs Dibiase by the head and delivers a swift DDT, planting him face-first into the canvas.

Mauro Ranallo: "Orton not wasting any time here, he knows he's got to finish this quickly!"

Tom Phillips: "Absolutely, Randy's endurance has been tested tonight, but he's still showing his trademark ruthlessness."

Corey Graves: "The match has just started, Randy only has so much stamina..."

Orton doesn't relent. He pulls Dibiase up and whips him into the corner turnbuckle with force. Dibiase hits the turnbuckle hard, staggering backward. Orton charges at him, aiming for a clothesline, but Dibiase counters with a well-timed dropkick right to the chin, catching Orton off guard. Dibiase capitalizes on the opening, begins almost mockingly methodically stomping on every limb of Orton, one by one, until he looks down at the injured shoulder, Dibiase begins stomping over and over and over again, Nothing is stopping the onslaught of stomps on the injured shoulder...

Tom Phillips: "Dibiase is off the deep end, He is unhinged. He is looking to mock and embarrass Orton!"

Tom Phillips: "I mean getting caught funneling government funds to an off shore account will do that"

Corey Graves: "I mean even I don't condone that, This guy is a grade a prick, We finally agree on something Tom! He should of been funding Swerve Enterprises..."

Tom Phillips: "I think you don't agree with me the fact that it's wrong but the guy is a prick. So at least we are half-way there to agreeing, I suppose..."

Orton writhes in pain as Dibiase continues his assault. The referee tries to intervene, but Dibiase pays him no mind, absorbed in his ruthless attack. Orton tries to fight back, but his injured shoulder severely limits his movements. Dibiase grabs Orton by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. With an opportunistic grin, Dibiase hoists Orton up and locks in a devastating Million Dollar Dream, applying pressure to Orton's neck and cutting off his oxygen supply.

Mauro Ranallo: "Dibiase with the Million Dollar Dream locked in! Orton is in serious trouble here!"

Tom Phillips: "Orton's in a precarious position, and with that injured shoulder, he's struggling to mount any sort of defense!"

Corey Graves: "Dibiase is relishing in this, he may have that contract with Swerve Enterprises locked..."

Orton desperately tries to break free, but Dibiase's grip is tight, and the damage to his shoulder only exacerbates his struggle. Orton manages to summon the strength to power out of the hold, countering with a back body drop that sends Dibiase crashing to the mat. Both men are down...

Tom Phillips: "Orton refusing to stay down, he's digging deep to stay in this match!"

Orton manages to gain the upper hand with a series of stiff punches, but Dibiase responds with a low blow that goes unnoticed by the referee who had a fly in his face or something. Orton doubles over in pain, giving Dibiase the opportunity to hit the Dream Street...

Mauro Ranallo: "The Dream Street connects! Orton could be out cold!"

Tom Phillips: "This could be it for Orton! Dibiase is moments away from securing that contract!"

One...

Orton manages to kick out at one!

Dibiase can't believe his luck, Orton is hoisted to his feet, Dibiase locks in the Million Dollar Dream once again, applying pressure to Orton's neck. Orton struggles against the hold, his vision starting to blur as he fights to stay conscious. With one final burst of energy, Orton manages to reach the ropes, He uses all his strength to body drop Dibiase over the top rope onto the apron, Dibiase lands somewhat safely but Orton already has him by the head, pulling Dibiase between the middle ropes, Orton drapes Ted's legs over the ropes before planting him with Vintage Orton DDT right into the canvas.

Mauro Ranallo: "Orton with the spiking middle rope assisted DDT!

Orton begins to stalk Dibiase as he staggers to his feet, disoriented from the DDT. As he turns around, Orton strikes with lightning speed, catching Dibiase mid-turn with a thunderous RKO out of nowhere...

Mauro Ranallo: "RKO! RKO out of nowhere! That's gotta be it!"

Tom Phillips: "Orton with the cover!"

One...

Two...

Three!

DING DING DING!

"Prince" Nana: "DIBIASE JR. HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!"

Orton is on the canvas, Randy doesn't seem able to muster the energy to stand as Nana stands up once more from his chair atop the ramp, He has been enjoying the dismantling of Orton so far, He is a bit down Cage didn't get the job done, Imagine Cage in Swerve Enterprises but that doesn't dissuade his ever optimistic smile as he begins to speak...

"Prince" Nana: "So this last guy, I don't think  Orton has a chance to beat a freak like him at 100%"



Nana laughs uncontrollable as if he has set the final boss upon Orton, Lars Sullivans banger of a theme begins to play through the arena as Nana regains composure to finish his sentence...

"The Freak LARS SULLIVAN"

Lars Sullivan, firstly walks towards Nana looks apologetic for his name calling. Lars looks ready to take his head but he has business to take care of, Sullivan marches towards the ring with a mission in mind, Destruction. Sullivan enters the ring, He lifts Orton to his feet as he puts him up on his shoulders, He plants Orton with a power bomb,  Sullivan aint finished, He hoist Orton clean off the ground to over his head before dropping Orton into his shoulder and back into the canvas. Lars looks unconcerned about gaining a pinfall victory here as he lifts Orton to his feet once more. The referee has lost control but decides to call for the bell to start the final fall...

DING DING DING

As the sounds of the bell echo out, The Freak runs to the ropes on the rebound he hits Orton  with a spear  which sends Orton crashing to the mat with a sickening thud. Orton is barely conscious as Sullivan stands tall over him, reveling in his dominance. The referee checks on Orton, but it's clear that he's in no condition to continue.

Mauro Ranallo: "Orton is in serious trouble here, folks. Sullivan is absolutely decimating him!"

Tom Phillips: "It's like watching a  horror movie where everyone dies, There is no controlling this freak..."

Corey Graves: "Sullivan is a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it."

Sullivan pulls Orton up once again, seemingly unfazed by his opponent's weakened state. He hoists Orton onto his shoulders, looking to deliver his devastating Freak Accident finisher. Orton struggles weakly, but it's clear that he's outmatched. With a roar, Sullivan drives Orton into the canvas with bone-jarring force, executing the Freak Accident with frightening precision.

Mauro Ranallo: "Freak Accident! Orton is out cold!"

Tom Phillips: "Orton has been through a grueling gauntlet, and now he's facing the monstrous Lars Sullivan. Just remember if Orton somehow wins he picks the stipulation for his match at Wrestlemania with Swerve Strickland... If he makes it at this rate..."

Corey Graves: "I don't know if Sullivan even knows this is a match and whats at stake..."

"Freak" is heard from the crowds, Lars eyes turn to rage as he looks to the front row, He sees a mark probably named George, He looks annoyed as he rolls out of the ring, He pulls the fan over the barricade, The fan looks petrified, This is defcon 1 as officials rush to the ring, They begin pulling apart Lars, A few stray hands put down the officials trying but lucky for the fan all he gets is wet pants, As they are escorted to safety.  Sullivan enters the ring once more...

Tom Phillips: "Does our insurance cover this?"

Sullivan is playing with his food as he hoists Orton onto his shoulders once again, looking to deliver another Freak Accident. Orton, however, manages to slip out of Sullivan's grasp, landing behind him. Seizing the opportunity, Orton turns Sullivan around and connects with an RKO. Lars is stunned but is already starting to stand, Orton thinking quickly takes a few steps back before running full speed at the Freak, Orton connects with a boot to the temple of Sullivan, whose skull caves in from the power behind the punt...

Mauro Ranallo: "Punt kick from ORTON!"

Lars goes limp, his body unresponsive to the kick to the side of the head, Orton quickly moves Sullivan to the center of the ring,  Orton hooks both legs of Sullivan.  The crowd have gone quiet as Sullivan has still yet to move a muscle as the referee begins his count...

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

"Prince" Nana: "..."

Nana is stunned, No idea what to do his plan backfired. Orton still in ring but as Nana lays silent, A voice a familiar voice is heard over the arena announcing the winner...

Tony Chimel: "Here is your gauntlet survivor... Randy Orton!"

Orton slides off Lars, He is unable to stand on the power of his own two feet, but he has done it. Five men in one night and Randy Orton is walking into Wrestlemania with dealers choice, Orton is helped to his feet by the referee who raises his hand high...



Mauro Ranallo: "Orton is got Dealers Choice at Wrestlemania..."

Mauro Ranallo: "If I was Swerve and Nana I'd be sweating right about now..."

Corey Graves: "Ort-"

Orton is asking for a microphone to address Strickland, as Swerve from out of nowhere comes in with a diving drop kick from the top rope, Orton gets sent out of the ring as he stumbles at ringside; Swerve is quick as he drops Orton with a running dropkick, causing him to collide back-first into the steel post. Holding his ribs, Orton attempts to fight back, but Swerve is a man possessed with one thing on his mind: revenge. The audience is shocked as Randy is sent over the barricade with a power whip, crashing into the crowd, who reach out for the apex predator. Orton tries to cut off Swerve, who is still on a roll, running along the barricade before jumping off and executing a sick-looking senton that takes out Orton, alongside two overweight marks and a poor little girl.

Swerve looks down at the little girl crying. He smirks as he pushes her head to the side forcefully, prompting the crowd to boo at the heinous act. Orton scrambles to his feet, grabbing a fan's chair. He yeets it at Swerve, who sidesteps just in time. Swerve then takes a beer from a drunkard in the crowd and smashes the bottle over Orton's head. Orton scrambles backwards into the pyrotechnics area of the arena, Swerve uses Orton as a basketball as he bounces his head off the pyrotechnics table. The arena's firework budget goes off all at once as Orton's head is smashed into the buttons. Swerve moves over to the side of the table where he rummages a workers toolbox, He pulls out a pair of pliers as he places it on Orton's ear and begins to twist. Ortons ear barely holding on as the cartilage begins to have a small tear, Blood begins pooling out as Swerve smiles to the camera, He takes the blood covered pliers and has a taste to the dismay of the crowd...

Orton struggles back to his feet, but Swerve doesn't feel this is enough. He returns to the toolbox, this time retrieving not pliers but a chain. Swinging the chain around, he laughs as the first sound of chain meeting flesh reverberates throughout the arena, causing welts to almost instantly appear. Swerve cracks the chain whip once more as Orton tries to walk away, but he falls to his knees. The two men continue their brutal exchange, making their way around the arena. Swerve takes pleasure with each whip. After what feels like an eternity but was more like four or so whips, Orton's back resembles a road map of the US. Swerve wraps his fists with chains as he delivers blow after blow. Orton's face bursts open upon the third strike, with blood becoming darker and thicker with each subsequent shot.

Swerve and Orton make their way back to the ring. Orton is barely conscious as Swerve realizes it's time for the exclamation point of this beat down. With one swing, Swerve gets the chain over the ring post, fastening it around Orton's neck as Orton struggles to comprehend his surroundings. Swerve smiles as Orton becomes putty in his hands. Swerve pulls down the opposite side of the chain, hoisting Orton to his feet. However, Swerve isn't a murderer; he ensures that Orton, on his tiptoes, can still stand. Swerve gets in Orton's face, screaming, " This changes nothing..."

Surrounded by local police officers who have taken their time to arrive, Swerve realizes there's not much he can do. He puts both hands out, and the local police place him in cuffs as the crowd is left to witness a bloody Orton being cut down from his shackles.




Mauro Ranallo: "What have we just witnessed... A mugging"

Tom Phillips: "Orton had played by house rules and still gets burnt..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Swerve better hope that Orton doesn't make it to Mania..."

Tom Phillips: "Otherwise we are going to witness murder..."

The revolution logo flashes as we are left on a somber note...




As we make our way through another edition of Revolution, we see a little marker in the bottom right of our screen that reads "Earlier Today". Obviously this fottage was captured long before the show started. Either way, the footage begins to play and we see that we're outside in the parking garage. 




LA Knight: 'Ya ready for tonight?

"The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis: I've got to be honest with you LA. I've never been more ready for anything in my entire life. I can't wait to go out to that ring and show Drew McIntyre exactly who runs things around here. And even better, I get to make sure that he doesn't make it to WrestleMania at One Hundred percent. 

LA Knight: That's great Chris, but truth be told, don't worry about WrestleMania. Let L...A....Knight focus on WrestleMania. Tonight is 'ya night. Tonight is the night that the entire world finds out that The Masterpiece ain't nothin' to play with. 'Ya see, Drew walks around here like he's big and bad, but the truth of the matter is, there ain't nobody bigger or nobody badder than the combination of L...A....Knight and Chris Adonis. NAH NAH!

Chris Adonis: I already know! You've been saying it for months, this is the LA Knight and Christopher Adonis show! Everyone else is only here because we allow them to be here. Last week, you made easy work of that buffoon Braun Strowman...

LA Knight: Or as I like to call him, that big DUMMY! YEAH!

Chris Adonis: And tonight, I'm going to do the same to the UWF Champion. When I crashed his little interview, I told Drew that he's on borrowed time. He calls himself everything a true Champion should be. But we both know that's not true. He failed you in that tag team match a few weeks ago, then had the nerve to go do press. While on the other hand, you were right back to work. In the arena, staring a monster in the eye before you proceeded to neuter him. If anyone is a true Champion, it's you!

LA Knight: When 'ya right, 'ya right my friend. But it's only a matter of time before the world sees what we already know. Lets just get through tonight and after 'ya have made Drew passes to the most dominant hold this business has ever since, 'ya know what we gotta do.

Chris Adonis: We're going to hit the club?

LA Knight: YEAH! I've already called up Honey's Gentlemen's Club and made the arrangements. We've got the whole place to ourselves, Twenty-Five of their finest and L...A....Knight means finest dancers and Chris my boy, the Dom is on ice. We're not just gonna paint the town red, we're gonna paint it red, blue, green and whatever color 'ya can think of. Cause we're going to be celebrating. To the man that's going to break Drew McIntyre...

Chris Adonis: And to the next UWF Champion.

LA Knight: And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life! 

Chris Adonis: Haha! Let's go get in here.

Adonis starts to head towards the building but LA Knight calls for him one more time.

LA Knight: Chris!

Adonis stops and turns around.

LA Knight: L...A....Knight knows he said don't worry about WrestleMania, but if 'ya find yourself in the position for hurt Drew, L...A....Knight wouldn't be against it. 'Ya know what L...A....Knight means?

Adonis can only smirk and reply with one anoswer.

Chris Adonis: Yeah!

And with that, the duo heads inside as Revolution moves forward. 








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.




Red lights now focus on the stage as smoke billows from the entrance way. Out onto the stage walks The Mighty Caleb clad in armour and sporting a cape. He stands with his arms wide, his cape appearing like black wings against the red background of the stage. In one hand he holds a drinking horn which he holds aloft. As the glorious main riff kicks in Caleb drinks from the horn before raising it high in the air and yelling 'SKAL!'.

Tony Chimel: Introducing, hailing from The Northern Realms... weighing in at a mighty 235 pounds... the Television Champion, he is 'THE MIGHTY' CAAAALEB!

The Mighty Caleb then makes his march down towards the ring, he fist bumps members of the crowd who reach out to him and leads them in the 'SKAL' chant which turns the crowd into a frenzy. Caleb steps up onto the ring apron now and once again holds the horn aloft, pumping his fist as he does so to the rhythm of the crowd. Caleb then enters the ring and continues to pump his fist as he marches around, hyping himself up for the battle ahead.


VS


DING DING DING


Caleb walks to the center of the ring and extends his hand for a shake. A peace offering before the two warriors to go battle at Wrestlemania. Carmelo looks around and goes to shake his hand but then just slaps Caleb in the face. Carmelo decides to show boat but that's a bad idea as Caleb grabs his head with both hands and tosses him into the corner. Caleb starts ramming his shoulder into him over and over again before Biel Throws him across the ring. Carmelo lands with such force that he bounces back up and is knocked back into the opposite corner. Caleb charges at him for a Splash in the corner but Melo dodges and Caleb hits the turnbuckles chest first. Melo runs up from the side and gives him a Neckbreaker. He quickly makes the cover.



1 . . .



Caleb kicks out right away! Hayes puts the boots to him on the ground but the Television Champion fights through the kicks and catches one of his feet. He stands up holding it while Carmelo balances on one foot. He goes for the Enziguri but Caleb ducks it and grabs his other leg before giving him a Reverse Big Swing! Hayes ends up rolling to th outside and Trick rushes over to check on him.


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like pissing off Caleb to start this match may have backfired on him.

Corey Graves: He can try to act tough all he wants but at the end of the day, he's still a loser cosplaying as a Viking.


Caleb goes outside and Trick Williams gets in his face. The two exchange words but Carmelo blindsides Caleb with a Superkick! He drops to a knee and Killanova follows up with a DDT on the floor! Not one to just settle for a count out victory, Hayes picks up the champion and throws him back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and with Caleb in the center of the ring, comes off for the Fedora Frog Splash! He lands it flush and goes for the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



The Television Champion kicks out! Carmelo brings him back up but Caleb gives him a Headbutt to the gut. With him hunched over, The Hammer goes to live up to his name and lifts Hayes straight up into the air. Melo ends up bringing a knee down on his head though and falls behind him. He shoves Caleb into the ropes and he bounces off them. Hayes goes for a Clothesline but Caleb ducks it and continues running. Hayes turns around and gets caught by Gungir! Caleb makes the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



Hayes kicks out!


Tom Phillips: The Mighty Caleb is one tough SOB and I'm not sure if even 4 other opponents will be able to keep him down. He just keeps fighting!

Corey Graves: Melo isn't going to need the help of 3 others. He is him and he'll do it all by himself tonight.


Caleb leaves Hayes lying in the ring and decides to go up top. Despite the kickout, Melo hasn't moved and when Caleb reaches the top rope, he come flying off with Skull Seeker! Hays rolls out of the way just in time and Caleb' head bounces off the ring! Melo is still slow to get up as he holds his ribs. Caleb is up at about the same time and Hayes goes to swing on him but he catches his arm and then the other to trap him in for some Headbutts! Melo falls down and the ref checks on him as Caleb backs up. Trick gets on the apron and ends up clobbering Caleb with a punch to the face! He's dazed and Melo comes by with another Superkick to the jaw! Caleb falls to all four as Melo climbs to the top rope. Caleb picks himself up just enough for Melo to come off with Nothing But Net! He hits it flush and turns him over for the pin.



1 . . .



2 . . .



3 . . .



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Carmelo Hayes!



Trick grabs the Television Championship and brings it in to wrap around Carmelo's waist. The duo celebrate over the fallen Caleb as Revolution rolls on.




Backstage we see Braun Strowman stood with arms crossed watching over Stokely Hathaway who is in the middle of a conversation on his cell phone.

Stokely Hathaway: Well no I've not accounted for the losses because as far as I'm concerned, we are still in a position to be making major gains here... hold up, imma need to call you back...

The conversation comes to an abrupt end as Drew McIntyre can be seen walking into frame.

Stokely Hathaway: Champ! Good to see you. Welcome back.

Hathaway seems very happy to see the Scotsman, but the feeling doesn’t appear to be getting returned as the UWF Champion squares directly up to Strowman, who unfolds his arms and the two end up engaging in a silent but intense stare off for a good ten seconds or so before McIntyre decides to speak up.



Drew McIntyre: I hope you realize that what went down last week in my absence was embarrassing. For you, for him, but most importantly, for me! I step away for one week and damn near everything goes to shit. The alarm bells had better be ringing because the whole world now has a much clearer idea of just how bad this place could look if Loud Arse Knight flukes his way to victory at Mania, steals my title and wrecks everything that I have worked tirelessly to build. Tell me, is that the kind of UWF you wanna be a part of, big man?

McIntyre stands and awaits a response from Strowman, until out of the blue Hathaway pipes up instead.

Stokely Hathaway: Hell no!

The response doesn’t do anything for improving McIntyre’s mood as he then turns to look down at Hathaway who promptly backs down from following up with anything else.

Drew McIntyre: Don’t go thinking you’re off the hook here, pal. You organized that mess and now I’m going to have to go out there tonight and fix it by shutting down that runt Adonis and breaking his stupid lock challenge. Perhaps you might both learn something about how to put on a show when you watch me do what no one has else been able to do for months now, but you’ll be doing so from back here, because I do not want either of you out there thinking that you can earn your way back into the good books by providing me with a cheering section that is neither wanted or needed. So if you intend to make amends for last week’s farce then you’re gonna have to think of something different, because the best thing that both of you can do at this moment in time is to stay out of my damn way!

McIntyre shoots one more glance Strowman’s way before he walks away. As the Wrecking Machine crosses his arms again, a frustrated looking Hathaway offers one final parting quip.

Stokely Hathaway: Understood…

As Hathaway returns to his phone, Strowman just watches on contently as the camera fades to black.






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



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



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

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




VS


LET’S GO, RING THE BELL!


Right from the word go it appears as though Sami Zayn isn’t interested in sticking around for a long time this evening as he charges towards the opposite corner looking to deliver a Helluva Kick, but the ring awareness of Eddie Guerrero is already in effect as he ducks out of the way and looks to catch his opponent out with a quick roll up…


ONE…


TWO…


THR…


KICKOUT!


Zayn kicks out and both combatants quickly return to their feet before Guerrero catches him up with a side right elbow shot that knocks him back into the corner. As he approaches in order to try and capitalize, Zayn ducks and lifts Latino Heat over the top rope in the hopes of dumping him to the floor. Guerrero manages to land one leg on the apron though and uses his hands to grab hold of the ropes in order to regain solid footing. Zayn turns and notices this but is quickly met with a right hook that staggers him. Thinking quick offense could be the key to victory, Guerrero hops up to the top rope and launches into the air before connecting with a hurricanrana. The air time draws the appreciation of the crowd as Zayn staggers back up to his feet as Guerrero looks to try and follow up with a standing hurricanrana this time, but as he makes the jump, the Dynamic one counters by grabbing his elevated thighs and planting him down with a powerbomb straight into a pin attempt…


ONE…


TW…


SHOULDER UP!


Guerrero rolls the shoulder and Zayn can be seen grunting as he gets back to a standing position before grabbing the LWO leader by the neck.


Corey Graves: As far as I'm concerned this is Sami Zayn's match for the taking. Eddie Guerrero might think that he's in a good place after picking up a win last week, but really he's got the Dynamic Duo to thank for softening Kevin Owens up for him.

Mauro Ranallo: There's no denying that the injury to Owens' arm was a contributing factor, so it'll be interesting to see how things play out between these two fresh competitors.


Zayn decides to haul Guerrero back to his feet and delivers a right hook which knocks him back towards the ropes. A few more blows follow before Zayn grabs a hold of him and goes for the irish whip. The Forever Champion looks to connect with a clothesline, but Guerrero ducks underneath and on the return catches Zayn out with a dropkick. The counter brings another round of applause from the crowd as Zayn rolls to the outside underneath the bottom rope. Sensing that his opponent can still prove a nuisance at ringside, Guerrero goes across to the ropes and grabs a hold with both hands before springing himself over the top and down to where Zayn is standing in order to connect with another hurricanrana. Latino Heat gets back to his feet and passionately beats his hand off his chest several times before yanking Zayn up and rolling him back into the ring. As Guerrero hops up onto the apron and goes to the turnbuckle to climb up to the top rope, it looks as though he might be feeling a little Froggy, but in getting his positioning set up he fails to catch Zayn who flies across and grabs at his leg which knocks him down to the mat. The fall looks to be a nasty one and Zayn tries to capitalize on that by making the cover…


ONE…


TWO…


T…


KICKOUT!


Guerrero keeps himself in the match with the kickout, but Zayn has no intention of offering any respite as he picks the LWO leader up and throws him into the corner. The Dynamic one attempts to gloat by emphasizing that he is the superior combatant, only for Guerrero to hit back and twist so that now Zayn is positioned in the corner. Guerrero climbs to the second rope and begins to deliver some clubbing blows to Zayn’s head as the crowd counts along with every shot…


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


FOUR!


FIVE!


SIX!


SEVEN!


EIGHT!


NINE!


…TEN!


Zayn slumps down into a seated position after eating all the blows, but Guerrero remains keen to capitalize and pulls him back up in order to try and apply an arm lock. The effort is thwarted though as Zayn manages to twist free and follows up by grabbing hold of Guerrero before launching him in between the ropes and into the ring post shoulder first. The sound of the connection can be heard all around the building and the fans sound off in disapproval as Guerrero collapses down to the floor outside. Zayn appears impressed with his handiwork but then starts bemoaning the official to begin the ring count…


ONE…


TWO…


THREE…


FOUR…


FIVE…


Guerrero manages to halt the count by rolling back into the ring, but Zayn is immediately on hand to throw him back into the corner and deliver a flurry of lefts and rights. The referee is compelled to interject to allow Guerrero some breathing room, which serves to only irritate The Forever Champion.


Corey Graves: What did I tell you? Zayn is a true master at work. He’s got Guerrero right where he wants him and it’s just a matter of time before he does what that washed up blob Owens couldn’t.

Tom Phillips: I get that you’re Sami’s biggest fan, Corey, but I can’t help feeling that he’d do well not underestimate Eddie Guerrero’s heart.

Mauro Ranallo: I agree, Tom. As we’ve seen on numerous occasions, no matter how many times Eddie gets knocked down, he always seems to find a way back up.

Corey Graves: Well more fool him!


As Zayn goes back for more offense, Guerrero responds with an out of the blue kick to the gut before following up with some quick right hooks. Zayn appears to be staggered and Guerrero looks to get himself out of the corner position in order to capitalize further, but the time taken goes against him as Zayn ducks past and turns him around before he connects with a corner exploder suplex. Guerrero lets out a painful yell as Zayn decides to mock Latino Heat by doing his trademark arm jig which serves to only irritate the crowd further. As the official goes to check on Guerrero who took another pretty sore landing, Zayn takes the opportunity to go to the opposite corner. With the referee still distracted, Zayn unhooks the top corner turnbuckle pad and launches it out of the ring before heading back to pick Guerrero up. The referee is completely unaware of what Zayn has just done and watches on as The Dynamic One picks Guerrero up before whipping him directly into the opposite turnbuckle. Another painful scream follows as Guerrero’s back connects with the metal, but he’s given no opportunity to even attempt a recovery as Zayn immediately flies in with the Helluva Kick which connects emphatically this time. The sound of disappointed and heartbroken groans can be heard around the arena as Zayn drops to the mat and hooks the leg…


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!


HERE IS YOUR WINNER, SAMI ZAYN!





The referee signals for the bell and Zayn flies back up to his feet before climbing to the top rope with arms raised to celebrate his victory.


Corey Graves: As I predicted, the master prevails once again! So much for that heart of Guerrero!

Tom Phillips: Come on Corey, if it wasn’t for underhanded tactics then this could and very likely would have had a different outcome.

Corey Graves: Go cry me a river, Phillips. Sami Zayn showed that playing smart trumps playing fair, and that’s precisely why he’s gonna be the one to emerge victorious at Wrestlemania.

Mauro Ranallo: Time will tell on that one, but there’s no doubt that momentum is firmly rooted in the Dynamic camp right now.


As the referee goes to help a wounded Guerrero exit the ring, Zayn continues to gloat and celebrate, much to the visible annoyance of those sat in the rows closest to the ring. The Forever Champion isn’t bothered in the slightest by the negativity and drops back down to the mat in order to dance around the ring for a brief period before the camera feed eventually transitions to a break.




Priest is backstage with Sarah Schreiber, She begins the interview as such:



Sarah Shreiber: "Priest last week Prince Nana offered you a contract to join Swerve Enterprises, You seemed apprehensive last week now you've had time to think this offer through, What is your answer?"

Damien Priest: "Sarah, it's hard to say, I lost one family and now I have this other opportunity on my doorstep, You know I am loyal to a fault but seeing my familia move on without me and do their own thing, it hurts it really does. Now I have Nana a close friend of mine from way back, Coming offering me a place in his faction. I don't know how to feel because on one hand I got no one looking out for my back but the other hand I'd have the devil watching my back, As they say you never make a deal with a devil but sometimes it's nice to have someone willing to stop at nothing and willing to go to unimaginable depths watching to watch your back but if that mans Swerve, do I have to say anything else?"


Sarah Shreiber: "The offer would of been substantial so I personally don't see why you don't go ahead and trust your friend, Nana. Or am I missing something? "

Priest pulls the contract from his back pocket as he lift's it up to talk about it...

Damien Priest: "This offer is a lot of money but that's not what is keeping me at the table in this discussion, It goes down to one thing, I can talk about trusting Swerve but the one thing is:  revenge, You see Orton is the reason for all of this, So to get back at Orton it's a temptation that I just can't get over. The last week every time I've tried to think about this offer, my mind goes back to Orton and everything I want to do to him but I don't want to make this choice based on my emotions, This offer has many emotions attached whether it's longing, apprehension or hell even anger it doesn't matter, So I am sorry to disappoint but I still can't make this choice with a clear mind. . . "

Sarah calling the interview short as she got her answer as the Revolution logo flashes as we move onto...




The scene cuts back to the ring, which has been draped in red carpet along the mat and up the entrance ramp.  In the center of the ring stands a podium with a black box atop it.



The fans erupt into boos upon the music’s cue.

Corey Graves:  Oh, I’ve been waiting all night for this!

Mauro Ranallo:  I don’t doubt that one bit, Corey.

Corey Graves:  Shut your mouth, Ranallo!  Now, be quiet and give this segment the peace and quiet that it deserves!

Bischoff enters the ring and requests a microphone.  Bischoff signals for the music to be cut and waits for the crowd to settle down.

Tom Phillips:  Well, Corey these people don’t seem to share in your enthusiasm.

Corey Graves:  These people are a bunch of morons if they’re butthurt over Orange Cassidy losing the belt that this man’s client has always deserved!  

Mauro Ranallo:  Ah, but there are many followers online claiming that EC3 is on “Ravishing” Rick Rude’s side through all of this, and that his handling of the Intercontinental title incident wasn’t very professional.

Corey Graves:  I’ll give them that, it was a very Jack Tunney thing to pull, but at the same time Orange Cassidy was flaking big time on Rick Rude, none of you can deny that!  

Bischoff raises the microphone to his lips.

Bischoff:  Paradise, Nevada!  I have nothing but love for you people!

The crowd erupts into boos once more as Bischoff begins cackling off microphone.

Corey Graves:  Never change, Easy E…never change.  This is one of the qualities that I absolutely adore about this man!  You hear how these ignorant Nevadans are treating him?  All he did was express to these people how much he loved them?  And this is the thanks that he gets?

Mauro Ranllo:  Oh please…Tom, we’re never going to survive this segment.

Bischoff raises the microphone once more.

Bischoff:  Awww, come on!  Tell me how you really feel, Paradise!  Before I get carried away talking to you people, allow me to get back on topic here.  Now, you may be wondering why it is that we have this setup going on in the ring.  Ya know what, rather than explaining it to each and every one of you, why don’t I just say it is indeed my honor, my privilege to introduce to you the greatest Intercontinental champion of all time, as well as the new Intercontinental champion, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!

OWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!





”Ravishing” Rick Rude steps out onto the entrance stage and soaks in the mixed reaction from the crowd.

Tom Phillips:  Week in and week out, “Ravishing” Rick Rude keeps receiving these mixed reactions from the crowd.  He doesn’t appear to have changed any of his old habits to indicate that he is a good guy, yet here we see yet again that the crowd doesn’t really know if they love him or if they hate him.

Corey Graves:  I’ll simplify it for ya, Tom.  They feel neither of those things.  What they feel is respect for this man.  This man was on death’s door just a few years ago and thought he would never return to this ring.  Yet, here he stands holding the title that is synonymous with his name.  If people can’t respect that, they can take a long walk off a short pier.

Rude places his finger and his thumb on his chin to rub it slightly, as if he is forgetting something.  It dawns on him as he turns around with his hand outstretched.

Mauro Ranallo:  What’s this?  MAMA MIA!

A hand reaches out to grab Rick’s and it is that of none other than Bayley!  Rude spins her around as the two begin walking down the aisle.

Tom Phillips:  I wonder what Kyle has to say about his sister accompanying “Ravishing” Rick Rude to the ring?

Corey Graves:  She probably wanted to know how it felt to escort someone with actual success to the ring.

Mauro Ranallo:  Oh please!  Is this really a koscher thing for Rude to be doing?  His former NWO-mate isn’t going to be that pleased with seeing this, I would imagine!

Corey Graves:  Oh, come on!  Kyle is flat out clueless!  These two have flaunted their…..situationship for anyone to see.  It’s not their fault that the dude is completely oblivious

Rude is first up the steps as he parts the ropes for Bayley to pass through.  As her behind passes in front of him, he makes a wincing face with a wicked grin and looks over to the crowd.  A fan yells their disapproval at him and he makes a vulgar gesture and yells to him ”You’re just jealous because I’m hitting that and you’re not!”.  Rude enters the ring and walks over to grab a microphone.

Rude: What I’d like to have right now….is for all of you fat…out of shape…overweight…ugly…Paradise peons to keep the noise down while I show all of you what a real Intercontinental champion looks like!

Bischoff and Bayley unveil the box atop the podium in the ring.  The Intercontinental championship is placed upon the pedestal.

Rude:  Before this belt is placed around my waist, in its rightful place.  I’d just like to make one thing perfectly clear.  Orange Cassidy….I told you that I get what I want.  I told you that there wasn’t a damn thing that you could do to keep me from regaining this title.  You held onto it for a hot minute, you got lucky when my temper got the best of me.  But you see…all it took was for one single maneuver and it was all said and done.  There will be those who say that I capitalized on the shock left from EC3’s big announcement, that is why I am laying down the gauntlet, right here, right now.  Cass, whenever you lick your wounds and heal up from this devastating loss, I am more than willing to set up a defense against you so that I can show you how a real Intercontinental champion defends this title.  Now, Bayley and Eric, if you wouldn’t mind?

Rude unbuttons his sport coat as Bayley and Eric retrieve the Intercontinental Championship and begin draping it over to the torso of “Ravishing” Rick Rude.  Bayley has one end of the belt, while Bischoff has the other.  Rude has his arms outstretched as Bayley and Bischoff connect the belt around the chiseled waist of “Ravishing” Rick Rude.  The minute that the belt is connected, a lavish yet over exaggerated pyro display goes off.

Tom Phillips:  I mean, I get that this is a big deal, but isn’t this whole display just a tad bit too much?  Rude is out here celebrating like this is a hard-fought victory, whenever he basically just took advantage of the situation and excelled in the advent of Orange Cassidy’s surprise during the whole event.

Corey Graves:  Are you friggin’ kidding me?!  We’re talking about the Franchise of the UWF, here!  This man is a bonafide legend in his own right!  He broke the record for not only the longest reign BUT he also set the record for defenses of this title!  This man deserves every bit of pomp and circumstance that comes his way.  

Mauro Ranallo:  Will we ever see a day that Corey Graves isn’t “simping” for “Ravishing” Rick Rude?

Rude does a full circle showing off to the capacity crowd that the belt is indeed upon his waist.  The smirk upon his face shows off every bit of confidence that this man possesses.  He raises his hand and affectionately pinches the chin of Bayley, who blushes upon this.  WIth the other hand he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Rude:  If you people thought my first reign with this title was legendary, you haven’t seen anything!  With Eric by my side as my advocate, I was unstoppable.  What do you think will happen now that I have this gorgeous lady at my side as well?  Ethan Carter finally came to his senses to give me this opportunity, and as he knows…

Rude gives a sly look over to Bayley

Rude:  As well as Miss Bayley knows, “Ravishing” Rick Rude never disappoints.  It’s only a matter of time before Mr. Carter is booking me into the World Title position.  And you know what, I’ll just go ahead and give you a spoiler…I’ll win that title and set a record with it as well!  I’ll be the first to hold both the World Championship AND the Intercontinental Championship at the same time!  And it appears that I’m fresh out of options for an opponent on the grandest stage of them all.  I could find my way into the match between Drew and Knight, I could find my way into whatever the hell that I wanted.  Unlike some people that I know, I know exactly what I want…

Rude looks over to Bayley again.

Rude:  I know that I said that I would stay out of it, but I’m just going to go ahead and make a statement to my old buddy, Kyle here.  Kyle, it’s a damn shame that you’ve went and got into the mix with that midget swamp donkey Joey Janela.  I never liked that kid, you know that.  But seeing the way that he has treated your sister?  Come to your senses, man.  All that kid wants is to ride your coattails, dude!  Bayley is an absolute asset to have in the fray, a key to success.  If you can’t–




Rude is cut off by the sultry nu metal grooves of LB. The crowd pops for the arrival of Kyle O’Reilly on the scene, but that quickly turns to boos when The “Bad Boy” Joey Janela follows him out on to the stage

Ranallo: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe this is the first time we’ve seen the step-siblings in the same place at the same time since their unceremonious split-up following the Royal Rumble.

Phillips: We saw Bayley was looking to speak with Kyle last week - unfortunately, he had already left the building.

Kyle and Joey are both carrying microphones. They stay up on the stage as the latter lifts his to speak. O’Reilly is staring down at Rude and Bayley - maybe a little hurt, maybe a little confused, maybe a little betrayed - while Joey addresses the situation at hand.



Janela: Well, well, well - ah - ahem - ugh - ach - ACH -

The “Bad Boy” takes a second to clear his throat, then rudely spits up a bloody loogie right there on the floor. Yuck.

Janela: Scuse me. There’s still a little bit of glass stuck in my throat thanks to that savage animal… Vincent.

The name drop stirs up a spooked reaction from the UWF Universe. Joey continues to speak while Kyle continues to stare.

Janela: But that just goes to show how far I’d go to help a friend in need. Kyle here? He’s in for the fight of his life at Wrestlemania.

Rick - I hear you talkin’ about the nWo and that’s got me wondering… whatever happened to you guys a couple years back? Oh, nevermind. I remember. Vincent cut through your club one at a time just to get to Larry Sweeney. He stopped Mr. 12 Large’s heart when he finally got to him. Ended Bray Wyatt’s career after that. Burnt him up to a crisp, just like with Trevor Lee. The guy’s a bonafide psychopath and anyone who fights him has got a pretty good chance of being shipped off in a body bag when it’s all said and done.

So if you two care about Kyle so much… how come you’re out here having this crappy little pat-on-the-back soiree when his life’s in danger?

The crowd jeers cause they don’t like what Joey’s getting at here. That don’t slow him down none.

Janela: Bayley, you got kicked to the curb cause you’re more trouble than you’re worth. But you, Rick? We thought you were a real, honest-to-God pal. But its always just lip service with you two, huh? More concerned with mackin’ it up with each other than you ever were for Kyle’s well-being. In fact -

Before Joey can utter another syllable, Bayley snatches Rick’s mic away, leans over the ropes, and rebuttals against The “Bad Boy” to some serious cheers.



Bayley: Hey! Shut it, creep! If you think what Vincent did to your sorry ass last week was bad, just come on down to this ring and I’ll dish it out twice as worse.

More cheers! Rather than give Janela any more time of day, Bayley pivots to address her step-brother.

Bayley: Kyle man… I get that you need some time to figure stuff out. That’s fine. But I promise you… I guaran-damn-tee you that whatever problem you’re trying to solve or hole you’re trying to fill, The “Bad Boy” isn’t the one who’s gonna help with that.

You know me and Rick have your back anytime you need it - but you gotta ditch the dead weight, cause all that sniveling, worthless punk is gonna do is drag you down.

Joey lifts his mic to clap back but Kyle steps ahead of him. Janela backs down, offering the floor to O’Reilly, who’s looking conflicted as all heck. There are “DIE JOEY DIE” chants brushing up against “BRING BACK BAYLEY” ones.

Just as The Diabetic Dragon is about to speak…



As, “Continuum” by Imminence begins to play, the crowd gives a mixed reaction. It isn’t long before Vincent walks out flanked by Sinn and Abadon as Vincent raises the microphone he’s holding up to his mouth.

Vincent: Well isn’t this a cozy little family reunion? If I had a heart, this is the type of thing that would warm it. I mean, who doesn’t want to see burnt bridges repaired, hmm? Oh that’s right, me. See the fact of the matter is your foolish quarreling is going to get you killed because while Kyle here fights his feelings and tries to decide whether to go with Joey or Bayley, I’m going to reach into his chest cavity and pull out his conflicted heart. But before I do that, Abadon is going to make a feast out of Bayley and Sinn is going to make an example out of Joey. As for you, Rick, well you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time and pledging loyalty to the wrong cause, old man, and that’s why you’re going to perish as well.

Vincent smiles.

Vincent: But as fun as it would be, it won’t be here tonight. Instead I’m envisioning something else, a grander stage. I’m envisioning Sinn and Abadon versus Rick Rude and Bayley at Wrestlemania.

The crowd reacts positively to this pitch. Vincent goes to say more but is cut off.

Rude:  Old man?  Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie.

Rude lets out a slow, soft chuckle while shaking his head..

Rude:  If I had a nickel for every time someone stepped out here and attempted to attack my age as a means of upsetting me…hell, I’ve lost count by now.  Anyways, I can’t say that I’m not a bit shocked at you standing out here right now.  As long as you and I have been a part of this federation…we’ve only crossed paths solo on one occasion.  I still owe you one for that last encounter, by the way.  Who knows where we may find ourselves these days?  Next week, you might even find it in yourself to face me with a bit higher stakes?

Rude looks down to his waist and pats the Intercontinental Championship, this suggestion truly makes the fans come alive.  Rude looks to the crowd with a smirk then looks up to Vincent.

Rude:  However, since my loyalty was brought into the fold here…

Rude turns to look at Kyle.  The two exchange a glance and nod in respect at each other.

Rude:  I don’t think that there’s any doubt in the fact that Kyle and I are down for….life.  This shit stain?

Rude motions to Janela and scoffs.

Rude:  He’s just lucky that he’s with my boy, Kyle.  As for this fine work of art.

Rude winks at Bayley who bites her lip.

Rude:  I guess you could say she has my loyalty as well.  And anyone that messes with her…well, I really don’t think that I need to finish that statement.  As for your proposition for the tag match…

Rude looks over to Bischoff who throws up his hands as if motioning “it’s your call”.  Rude looks over to Kyle who is fixated upon a wrinkle in his shirt.  Rude finally looks over to Bayley.  The two share a glance for a few seconds, while Bayley appears to be mulling it over in her head.  After a few pregnant seconds pass, a smirk creeps onto her face.  She nods her head in agreement, which gets a positive reaction from the crowd.  Rude throws up his hands and nods his head, then raises the microphone to continue.  Before he gets a chance to speak with his decision, he gets cut off.

KO'R: That’s how you wanna do it?

Kyle finally speaks up, but it isn’t to his step-sister Bayley or his old pal Rick or his new pal Joey - it’s to Vincent himself. Janela has to hold his boy back before things can get physical. Kyle is shouting right past him at his archnemesis.

KO'R: Yeah? YEAH? Well good luck getting your stupid little crew to Mania in one piece after I rip your little buddy there in half like a phone book!

O’Reilly nods towards Sinn. They’re gonna fight later.

Mauro Ranallo: Phone books are of course notoriously hard to rip. So you can tell how serious Kyle is.

Tom Phillips: It seems like Vincent really struck a nerve there, targeting his step-sister and old friend Rick Rude.

Corey Graves: The best thing Kyle ever did was dump that dead weight. He’s still a dead man walking though. Just give it a few weeks. As for Vincent picking a fight with the Intercontinental Champion… well…

Joey’s still holding Kyle back. The Diabetic Dragon shoots one last glance up at the ring - to Bayley and Rick - but just shakes his head. Looking back at Vincent and his cronies, Kyle pulls a thumb across his throat - the universal sign for “I’m gonna kill you” before storming off with Janela.

Vincent: I hope you hear this even though you’ve stormed off like a spoiled child, Kyle: it’s a good thing Joey was holding you back just now or I would’ve had to go back on my word about this not happening tonight. As for you, Rick, you should worry less about me wanting your possessions and concern yourself more with the fact that I want your life. But you’ve shown where you stand and we’ve shown where we stand so I suppose all that’s left to say is see you at Wrestlemania.

As, “Continuum” begins playing again, Vincent and company take their leave as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We cut to the back as we see Roman Reigns who is still frustrated about the news that Solo Sikoa and even the Wiseman were taking money from Tyler Breeze and Samoa Joe speaks to him.

Samoa Joe: Should I bring him in Roman?

Roman notions yes and Samoa Joe goes and he opens the door and in comes Solo Sikoa and Solo sit next to Roman Reigns.

Solo Sikoa: Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns looks up, and Solo stops talking Roman Reigns speaks

Roman Reigns: Solo what you revealed to me this week was very disheartening to hear. I mean here I thought this whole time my cousin was here to help me. Only to learn you were taking money from Tyler Breeze. I mean I get it you had no official contract and you needed to get paid but why did you take that money? Why didn’t you ask me?

Solo Sikoa looks at Roman, and he speaks

Solo Sikoa: Roman look… I didn’t want to bug you for money…

Roman Reigns: Solo you’re family. You can bug me for money I would have easily paid you but the fact you took that money it… You know what forget it Solo. It’s in the past we looking at moving on for the future. I have a huge match with Omos a fine tune up before Wrestlemania and than we will smash and stack Tyler Breeze and Ciampa at Wrestlemania.

Solo Sikoa: So I am good my Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns gets up and signals Solo to get up and they hug. Roman Reigns pats his shoulders and he responds.

Roman Reigns: We’re all good. Now I need you to grab something for me. You think can grab me some catering. Haven’t eaten all day kind of famish.

Solo Sikoa: On it my Tribal Chief.

Solo Sikoa walks away and Roman’s smile turns to an angry face.

Samoa Joe: Do you trust him Roman?

Roman Reigns: Did you get the pay stubs yet?

Samoa Joe: Almost complete.

Roman Reigns: Then you will have my answer until then we will watch our back.

The segment fades away




We head back down to the ring where Finn Balor is already in the ring.



The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Once the opening lyrics are heard, Jamie Hayter steps through the entrance curtain alongside Rhea Ripley and they are met with cheering and jeering from the crowd. Jamie stops on the stage, bends down, and then quickly leans backward while raising her arms. At the same time, Rhea stomps on the stage. This triggers the pyro, which shoots up through the stage. The camera zooms in on the two as the start sauntering down the entrance while talking shit to their opponents.

Tony Chimel: "Accompanied by Rhea Ripley... From Southampton, England... JAMIE HAYTER!!!"

Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside and stop. They eye the ring before climbing up onto the apron. They enters the ring and look to the crowd. Jamie cups her hand around her ear, similarly to Hulk Hogan, and the cheers only intensify. Her theme slowly fades out.


VS


DING DING DING


Jamie takes off her jacket and hands it to Rhea but while her back is turned, Finn runs over and blindsides her from behind. He starts clubbing her in the back and when she turns to defend herself, he puts the boots to her and kicks her down into the corner until the ref has to pull him off. Jamie picks herself up with help from the ropes but Balor rushes back over and blasts her in the face with a Running Forearm shot. She's dazed enough that he brings her out of the corner and delivers a Brainbuster! He makes the pin!



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Hayter kicks out!


Corey Graves: Finn Balor has come swinging right out the gate and I can't blame him after Jamie has humiliated him and the Judgement Day.

Tom Phillips: The difference is she did it all by the rules. She didn't need to resort to underhanded tactics like attack them from behind before the match started.

Corey Graves: Are you kidding me? That walking Hot Topic billboard made it so she didn't have to.


Balor brings Jamie back up but she starts to fight back with some shots to the stomach. Balor retaliates with an Elbow to the back of her head to keep her dazed. He goes to whip her into the ropes but she reveres and sends him instead. He hangs onto the ropes but she ends up Clotheslining him out of the ring. She walks away and doesn't realize that he's landed on the apron. She turns around and sees him and runs at him but he lowers the ropes and she goes tumbling to the outside. Balor enters the ring and runs to the other side, coming off the ropes to build some momentum for a Somersault Senton on top of Hayter on the outside! He throws her back in and follows her in for the cover.



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Hayter kicks out! Balor grabs her by the hair and drags her over to the corner a bit. He exits out onto the apron and climbs up top. He's getting ready for the Coup De Grace but Jamie rolls out onto the apron. She's still lying down though and Balor just simply repositions himself before he jumps off for the Coup De Grace on the apron! Hayter rolls off the apron and Balor lands on his feet but she Clotheslines them and he ends up falling flat on his face! She grabs his head and pulls him out of the ring enough to give him an apron hung DDT to the floor!


Tom Phillips: And just like that, Jamie Hayter has taken control of this match.

Corey Graves: Yeah but for how long? Balor's got the weight of the world on his shoulders right now and he's not about to let the Judgement Day go 0-4 against her no matter what.


Rhea comes over and laughs in Finn's face before she and Jamie dap it up. Hayter brings him back up and rams him back first into the barricade! If that wasn't enough, she lifts him up and gives him a Front Suplex on the barricade! His upper half is leaned over the barricade as she makes her way back into the ring. She gets the ref's attention and Rhea comes over and hits a Running Knee Strike to the side of his head causing him to spill out onto the floor!


Corey Graves: Oh Come on, I know you guys saw that!

Mauro Ranallo: Well I can't really deny that one.


Hayter comes back out of the ring and picks up Balor, tossing him back inside. She climbs in after him and he's trying to crawl to the ropes. She grabs his foot and goes to drag him away but he turns over onto his back and kicks her away. She pops back up but Finn is on his feet and hits her with the Slingblade! She pops up only to get hit with another. She gets up a third time and this time gives him a Big Boot to the face! He's dazed enough for her to grab hold and delivers the Falcon Arrow into the pin!



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Balor kicks out! She stands over him and brings him back up from, behind. She reaches her arm around to grab onto his but sensing the danger he's in, he ends up Elbowing her in the side of the head to break free from her grasp. She stumbles back a few steps but it's enough room for him to flip backwards to hit her with a Pele Kick! She's knocked back into the corner where Balor delivers a Running Dropkick in the corner! She falls forward and Balor walks over to the opposite corner and waits for her to get to her feet. He's got her in position to knock her back in there as the prelude to the Coup De Grace. She gets to her feet and he runs at her but she catches him with a Spinebuster! She makes the pin!



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Balor gets the shoulder up at 2!


Corey Graves: Now that right there is the heart of a Champion!

Tom Phillips: I agree, Jamie Hayter just keeps fighting and taking advantage.

Corey Graves: Not her you idiot! Finn Balor is about to prove to the world that he doesn't need anyone else.

Mauro Ranallo: It only took him losing 6 people close to him in the span of a few months...


Hayter brings him up but keeps him bent over to give him some stiff Knee Strikes to the head to stun him. She grabs onto him for an Exploder Suplex but he starts to Elbow her in the side of the head to break free. She goes to punch him in the face but he ducks it and gives her a thumb to the eye! Rhea pops up onto the apron to yell at the ref for not catching it. Balor walks over to her and argues with her. Jamie can't see all too well and and runs over to deck Balor but he sidesteps her and she knocks Rhea off the apron! Jamie realizes what she's done but before she can react, Balor catches her with a School Boy! The ref drops down to make the pin and he puts his feet on the ropes!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Finn Balor!




Corey Graves: There you go Finn! Right back on track!

Tom Phillips: Of course he had to bend the rules to gain an advantage.

Corey Graves: Hey it was Rhea's fault she got on the apron.

Mauro Ranallo: And just like that Jami Hayter's win streak has come to an end but she could just as easily make it back to the top at Wrestlemania when both these challengers will fight for the Television Championship.


Balor has gotten out of dodge and walks up the ramp with a big smile on her face. Rhea comes in and checks on Hayter and her eye. They both seem to be ok as they stare down Finn as the show rolls on.











DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is a No Disqualification match! Introducing first…



As the theme music of Sinn begins to play, out walks the big man from behind the curtain. He begins making his way down the ramp when suddenly, he’s attacked from behind.

Tom Phillips: Oh my! Kyle O’Reilly with the surprise attack!

Kyle knocks Sinn to the ramp and starts stomping on him. After a few stomps, he grabs Sinn and guides him forcefully to a vertical base as Sinn lunges at him suddenly.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! He’s trying to bite Kyle’s nose off!

O’Reilly manages to fight Sinn off but sees blood dripping from the end of his nose. The, “Warlord of Weird” is smiling with blood stained teeth as he spits the flesh he bit off back at Kyle. Kyle smacks it away and blasts Sinn with a forearm to the face as Sinn returns fire with a hard right. The two men continue slugging it out as they move down the ramp towards the ring, both of them breaking away from the fight to enter once they arrive at it, then get up and stare one another down as the ring bell sounds.

DING DING!

The two men charge each other and collide, Kyle getting knocked to a seated position because of the size difference between them. Kyle is up quickly, ducking a Lariat attempt as he runs into the ropes, coming off of them with momentum as Sinn just lets him collide with him and again Kyle is knocked onto his butt. The, “Diabetic Dragon” lies down and rolls out of the ring now, flipping up the ring apron as he starts searching underneath for something to bash his opponent’s brains in with. While this is going on, Sinn exits the ring on the opposite side to do the same thing as he flips up the ring apron and starts searching underneath. Both men emerge simultaneously, Sinn with a cloth bag and Kyle with a kendo stick as each man slides into the ring. Kyle swings the kendo stick like a baseball bat, hitting flush with the gut of his opponent as Sinn actually hunches over, mouth agape. For the brief moment Sinn’s mouth is open, Kyle sticks the kendo stick in it and leaps up, coming down on the back of Sinn’s head with a Curb Stomp!

As the kendo stick splinters in an uncomfortable way, Sinn is rolling around in agony after the fact as O’Reilly grabs the cloth bag and pulls the string before turning it upside down, emptying the contents onto the mat: wooden mouse traps. Kyle grabs Sinn as he’s writhing and brings him upward, putting the, “Warlord of Weird”’s head between his legs before delivering a Spike Piledriver into the mouse traps. As Sinn’s body lands after his head, the traps go off, snapping in various places like his hands and upper body. KOR starts stomping on Sinn now, the large carny bleeding from his mouth and trying to regain his footing but to no avail because of the stomping.

Tom Phillips: Well it looked in the early goings like Sinn had a death grip on the driver’s seat because of his girth but now we’re seeing a different story.

Mauro Ranallo: Looks can be deceiving though, Tom. For all we know, Sinn’s enjoying this.

Corey Graves: I hate to agree with either of you, so I won’t.

Kyle relents for a moment as he spits on Sinn, asking him if that’s all he’s got. Sinn stands up at this, then blasts Kyle in the mouth with his right hand that has a mouse trap on it. O’Reilly staggers back into the ropes, and when he comes off of them Sinn catches him with a Black Hole Slam onto the mouse traps. Sinn gets up and removes the mouse trap on his right finger and throws it down, then does the same with the others on various parts of his body before exiting the ring. He flips up the ring apron again and immediately sees something as he grabs and pulls out a barbed wire wrapped piece of plywood, setting it up against the ringside barricade before returning under the ring and grabbing a trash can full of light tubes as he sets that next to the plywood. As he lowers the ring apron, he’s blasted in the face with the boots of his opponent as Kyle does a Baseball Slide.

The, “Human Swiss Army Knife” grabs one of the light tubes now, smashing it over Sinn as he’s returning to a vertical base. Kyle kicks him in the groin now, hooking his head when he hunches over and dropping him with a DDT into the trash can of light tubes. As Sinn lies there amongst the wreckage, now bleeding from his head and various other cuts on his body, Kyle returns to underneath the ring, emerging with a bottle of lighter fluid as he aims the bottle at the plywood and starts squeezing the contents all over it. After the bottle is empty, he discards it and asks if anyone’s got a light. A bloodthirsty fan in the front row gladly gives his lighter to Kyle as Kyle lights the fluid, engulfing the barbed wire and plywood in flames as he grabs Sinn and guides him up to his feet.

Kyle grabs Sinn around the waist and, in an impressive and explosive show of strength, performs a Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex into the flaming board!

Tom Phillips: OH MY!

Kyle looks coldly at Sinn writhing in flames as ringside officials rush over with fire extinguishers and start spraying. As the contents clear, there lies a bloodied and burnt Sinn amongst the splintered wood and barbed wire. O’Reilly grabs the dead weight of Sinn and brings him to a vertical base, then rolls him into the ring and slides in after him, making the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Kyle O’Reilly!



Tom Phillips: Well it wasn’t pretty but no one really expected it to be.

Mauro Ranallo: Vincent won his No DQ match and now Kyle has won his.

Corey Graves: I shudder to think what’s next on these sickos’ road to WrestleMania.













Ciampa's music hits the PA and Tommaso comes down the ramp with a shirt on, looking business casual. He circles around the ring to join the commentary team at their table ahead of this next match.


Ranallo: Welcome to the commentary table, Tommaso Ciampa!

Phillips: Ummm... why don't you sit over there, next to Corey?

Graves: Yeah that's probably for the best. Phillips smells like hotel shampoo. Its nauseating after prolonged exposure, by which I mean anything over five minutes.

Phillips: It was free!

Tommaso Ciampa: Thanks Graves, could smell him from the back. So are we ready for the titanic battle between these two?


Tommaso takes a seat as Tony Chimel steps into the ring to do what he does best.


Chimel: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening and is set for one-fall!




Shake the Ground begins to boom through the speakers in the arena, and out through the curtain lumbers out the Nigerian Giant Omos. He stands on the stage slamming his gigantic fist against his chest and lifts his arms up in the air as the camera shoots up at him.



Chimel: Introducing first, standing at over 7 feet tall, weighing in at over 400 pounds; From Lagos, Nigeria...Omos!

Omos marches down the ramp, as you can see everyone in the crowd cranking their necks up to see just how tall this Colossus is. Omos makes it to the ring, with a look of determination and anger written across his face. He walks over to the steel steps, slamming his giant hand down on the top of the ring post as he walks across the ring apron and simply steps over the top rope and into the ring. Raising his fist up in the air with a loud roar, he takes his gold chain and leather jacket off and places them out of the ring.




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.

Chimel: And his opponent, Making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida... 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.

Chimel steps out of the ring and after ensuring both men are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


Omos is standing tall and steady as a tree. A really big tree, though. Like one of those California Redwoods. Or maybe a Sequioa? I dunno. One of the ones that you and like three of your friends can all hold hands around the trunk cause its so thick. Unless they all burned down already. Who knows? But if there are any left that are so big and so thick it boggles the mind, then that's the kind of tree Omos is like. Sturdy as.

Roman Reigns is not like a tree. He's like a panther. Lean. Mean. Fighting machine. Sometimes panthers sleep in trees. Maybe most of the time? In this way, Roman is not like a panther insofar as Omos is like a tree. The Tribal Chief isn't looking to sleep on Omos, literally or figuratively. In fact, he looks prepared and amped up for this confrontation. Peppy, but with an edge. Like a panther, Roman pounces in, and while panthers often pounce from trees, this time the proverbial panther is pouncing at the proverbial tree.

Naturally, Omos greets the incoming Head of the Table with a collar-and-elbow lock-up because that's how wrestlers are supposed to wrestle. The spectacular size advantage of the Nigerian Giant is flexed immediately and with extreme prejudice when he shoves the Samoan back damn near all the way across the ring with what appears to be minimal effort.


Ranallo: Oh my... Roman Reigns has squared off against the biggest and the baddest this sport has to offer but - barring a certain COO's wife's boyfriend - we've never really had someone the size of Omos in the UWF before.

Phillips: No indeed, Mauro. Even though Roman is riding the momentum of a win over Tomm -

Tommaso Ciampa: Hey I didn’t lose, Tyler got into a hissy fit because he can’t accept that a new star has taken the spotlight and sent his man servant after me. Can we talk about how fucked up that is, that Tyler has a man servant in 2024.

Graves: The optics are admittedly sus but judging by the way Omos dresses I'd say he must be compensated well.


Reigns nods to himself like he was just testing the waters. In this metaphor, Omos isn't a tree anymore. He is perhaps the ocean.

At ringside, Samoa Joe and Solo Sikoa are looking on stoically. On the other side of ringside, Alexa Bliss is busting out that classic, cocksure, smirk-as-smirk-can smirks of hers like this whole affair is already foregone conclusion or something. Tyler Breeze, meanwhile, is texting or doomscrolling or selfie-ing on his phone, entirely disinterested in what's happening up in the squared circle.

And what's happening in the squared circle is this - Roman is coming back for seconds! Panther no panth, he'th comin' in thwingin!  After feinting like he wants another lock-up, Roman jumps through the guard of his massive foe and starts a'clobberin' him with forearms shivers and elbows and punches. The wanton swarm overwhelms the man who isn't typically one for being even a little whelmed, much less over.

The barrage backs the big fella into the corner cause even if Roman's giving up inches towards a foot and pounds getting towards the hundreds in this confrontation, he's still as rough and tumble as tumble roughs and he knows how to bring the fight to the yard.


Phillips: Roman Reigns is pouring it all out early on!

Ranallo: A frenzied, quick attack might just be what he needs to gain the edge on the Giant.

Graves: Tommaso, what's your game plan for dealing with the sheer physicality of Roman Reigns come Wrestlemania? Or those sneaky mind games of Breeze's?

Tommaso Ciampa: Am I at all intimidated by Breeze and Roman, hell no. Breeze got lucky enough that I decided to get myself DQ’d the other week and Roman hasn’t been relevant since like December, I'm shocked he’s wrestling two weeks in a row.


Reigns has landed like... twenty unanswered shots. Certain Referees in certain athletic commissions would have waved this thing off by now. Our Third Man in the ring tonight knows that Omos is still in the fight, though, and the Man-Tree proves it when he finally wards off the Head of the Table with a resounding Headbutt! (A devastatingly simply maneuver, Omos grabs his opponents head in his hands almost behind them backwards from how he holds them and then drives his massive head down onto theirs. Crashing down to the mat from the impact).

"OOOF" says the crowd, commiserating with poor Roman and his scrambled eggs. Alexa smiles but its more like a sneer, isn't it? Omos scoops up the dazed husk of man he's facing, and delivers a humongous Backbreaker! (Omos will pick up or catch his opponent in his arms, and drop to one knee with their back across his knee. He'll often hold them there and then use his massive hands to grab at their head and leg to stretch them across his knee even further.)

As if that weren't enough, the Giant then hoists Roman up to a vertical base, hooks his head and grabs some tights to execute an enormous Suplex Drop! (Omos shows off more of his strength by lifting his opponent up in a traditional Suplex manner, but turning them around in the air and dropping them forward in the angle of a Falcon Arrow but not dropping himself, choosing instead to toss his opponent down to the mat.)

After that trifecta of maneuvers, Omos stands tall over the kneaded Samoan and places his size eighteen probably boot on the guy's torso form the impromptu pin attempt...



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No! Roman kicks out at two, rolling towards the perimeter of the ring where Samoa Joe and Solo Sikoa are waiting to provide some counsel.


Ranallo: There was some serious controversy between The Breezetourage and The Bloodline this past week over past involvements with Paul Heyman. Roman Reigns has since replaced the so-called Wiseman with Samoa Joe in his corner. Tommaso, are your worried that Joe will be able to offer some behind-the-scenes insight on your game given he was once your cornerman?

Tommaso Ciampa: You know I thought that the elephant in the room would crop up but I expected it to be from Phillips dumb ass mouth. Yeah I came back to help Samoa Joe and he cost me a chance at a contract here and now he’s found a new mark to work in Roman. Roman is a bigger idiot than I thought if he actually trusts Joe.


Ciampa you shady son of a gun! Whatever advice Joe has for Roman, he doesn't get much time to expound it on account of Omos yanks Reigns up of the canvas and gives him the dread-double onesies! We're talking Snake Eyes! (Omos lifts his opponent up on his shoulder and walks into the corner, lifting them up to drop them face down onto it. This is always followed up by, but not necessary for the-) Big Boot! (Omos will hit this in various ways, when following up the Snake Eyes he'll hit the ropes as his opponent is stumbling out of the corner and hit them with the big boot.)

That double-whammy turns Reigns inside out. The crowd can't be this one-sided demolishing they're witnessing, especially of a bonafide stud like Roman.

Breeze is still caught up in his phone but Alexa's out there calling for the finish. Omos obliges and hauls Roman up to send him to the afterlife with the Jackknife Chokebomb! Omos grabs his opponent with both hands around their throat and raises him high into the air, holding them up for however long he pleases until he sends them plummeting down back and head first to the mat with a sickening thud!

Except this time he doesn't! On account of Reigns counters with a Superman Punch mid-air!


Phillips: Reigns saves himself at the last possible second!

Ranallo: He's got Omos hurt, too!


Omos stumbles back towards the ropes, bouncing off like a really, really, really big bouncy ball. Roman is hurt bad, but that don't stop him none from uncorking a second consecutive Superman Punch!

Once again, the Man-Tree teeters on timber-ing. He leans into the ropes and their elasticity rejects him right back into the awaiting arms of Roman Reigns! Rather than go for a third Superman Punch, our boy slides all 4 gajillion pounds of humanity up on to his shoulders...


Phillips: There's no way!


and...


Graves: He must be on the Soviet Sports Program Vitamin Regiment!


AND....


Ranallo: MAMA MIA!


SAMOAN DROP~!


Reigns smashes Omos into the ring with the weight of all his weight on him! The whole dang thing rattles like snake with a rattle tail. Roman leans back for the cover...



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Omos kicks out! How even? The bigger they are, the harder they fall (physics) so you know he was hurt bad. Alexa is losing her cool at ringside. Joe nods to Reigns nodfully and Roman rolls over and uses the ropes to help himself up.

The Giant's too dazed to see what's coming, even though Bliss is tryna warn him real bad. "OOOOOAAAAAAH~!" says Reigns! He darts across the ring and tackles Omos in the tummy just as the poor guy is getting to his feetskies.

The Spear lands flush and Roman lands on top for to shoot the half...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
"THE TRIBAL CHIEF"
ROMAN REIGNS!


Roman takes a couple big deep breaths before getting up to have his hand raised while his song plays.


Ranallo: Omos is a challenge unlike any other superstar on the roster but Roman Reigns rose to the occasion to get the job done after overcoming some heavy adversity early on.

Phillips: That's gotta pump the Head of the Table's tires on the Road to Wrestlemania.

Tommaso Ciampa: Well gentlemen, you’ve been great. Well Mauro and Corey have, Phillips maybe think about another line of work. I hear that R.L. Stine needs a new model for the killer doll, think you’d do great.


Ciampa ditches the headset and stands up, staring towards Reigns. Samoa Joe and Solo Sikoa roll up in there to join there boy lest any funny business goes down. Tommaso stays where he is, though, content to lets his daggers do the talking. Breeze, meanwhile, has finally looked up from his phone with some total annoyance all over the deadly gorgeous face of his. Bliss is tending to Omos while the three Wrestlemania opponents are locked in bitter triangle of searing, spiteful glares. Revolution over!






We find ourselves back in the trainer's room. It looks like they are trying to close up the gash in Orton’s head. Most of the blood has been wiped from his face, but the faint red staining of his skin is still there as a reminder of what has just happened. As soon as Orton sees the camera crew though he pushes past the working trainer and in doing so opens the cut back up a bit. Orton breathing heavy stares into the camera, a small stream of blood begins to flow down his face again.

Randy Orton: Enough is enough Swerve. I played your games, I won your match and now it’s you and I at Wrestlemania. And there’s honestly no one right now I would rather be in that ring with ready to destroy in front of the world.

Orton’s shaky hand raises to his face and touches the now fresh blood.  He seems almost mesmerized by it as he  plays with it between his fingers.

Randy Orton: I know you think this night ended with you on top. I won the many battles of the gauntlet match, but you won the battle that matters because you walked out with your head held hide and I was helped out in a bloody heap. That is the ignorance of youth, because in actuality what you’ve done is lost the war.

Orton brings his bloody finger to his tongue and tastes his blood.

Randy Orton: I beat your gauntlet and now I have your fate in my, red stained hands. So I hope you are very proud of yourself tonight Swerve. I hope Nana is proud of you. I hope you hold that moment in your heart, the moment of feeling top of the world standing over me. Because now the nightmare begins, now the hunt begins….now the predator has been awoken. Randy Orton versus Swerve Strickland, at Wrestlemania…..in a first blood match.

Orton stares into the camera, without blinking for a moment and you can almost see Orton changing from within through his eyes. The look of a wild animal who has been cornered and become crazed. As the scene fades.




DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: The following is an Adonis Lock Challenge. Introducing first...

The lights in the arena go dim and a single spotlight shines at the top of the stage. 




The appropriately titled "Masterpiece" theme begins to play throughout the arena and we can see a man kneeling in the aforementioned spotlight. With a cape draped over his shoulders, everyone knows exactly who this is. This is the one and only, Christopher Adonis. As the music hits the certain point, Adonis rises from his knee and sheds the cape. The lights in the arena come back to normal as Adonis flexes and pyro goes off behind him. 



Tony Chimel: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty-Five pounds, he is "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis!

Corey Graves: Look at this mountain of a man! It's been months since he's aligned himself with LA Knight and he has lived up to the nickname that Knight has dubbed him with. He truly has been "Walking Armaggeddon". The Adonis Lock has proven to be virtually unstoppable.

Adonis walks down the ramp with an unbelievable level of confidence and swagger. The people of Nevada jeer the Masterpiece, but Adonis is unbothered. He can only smirk as he makes his way over to ringside. By this point, Tony Chimel knows the deal and immediately gets to his feet and gives Adonis the chair he was sitting on. Adonis nods his head and snatches the chair before grabbing a microphone as well. The Masterpiece slides both objects into the ring and enters himself before setting the chair up and grabbing the microphone. Like his partner and mentor, LA Knight, Adonis motions for the music to be cut and it soon is. 



"The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis: Paradise, Nevada...The Masterpiece is in your city. 

This is met with the typical boos that someone like Christopher Adonis would receive. 

Adonis: Now, normally, I'd come to this ring and I'd trash whatever city I was in. I'd berate every single one of you and remind you how none of you could ever look like "The Masterpiece". I mean, just look at me. Six Foot Four, Two-Hundred and Sixty-Five pounds of solid muscle. Adonis just isn't my name; it's what I am. I am a Greek God. There's nobody walking this Earth will a physique quite like mine. And there's also nobody walking this Earth that can break the most destructive and undeniable hold in UWF History, the Adonis Lock. 

Adonis: You don't believe me? Take a look at the record books. It doesn't matter if you're some Vanilla Midget from Cleveland, Ohio. It doesn't matter if you're some love struck loser from Boston. It doesn't even matter if you're fighting for your country like that idiot in London. And it doesn't even matter if you're the UWF Champion.

Well that's a good segue.

Adonis: And that's exactly why we're here tonight. Drew McIntyre loves to think of himself as the toughest man on this roster. Honestly, I beg to differ. Last week, he had his handler and someone he thinks is a "monster" try and intimidate LA Knight and it failed miserably. But all the while, Drew was in the booth, sipping on tea or whatever it is those miserable Scottish folk choose to drink. So I took it upon myself to challenge his manhood. Tonight, I'm going to show the world that Drew McIntyre is not even half the man he claims to be. And I'm going to show him that come WrestleMania, he will be left lying and a new, much more deserving UWF Champion will be crowned. And his name is...



“Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek starts to play and out walks Drew McIntyre, who can be seen doing a finger wagging motion in response to Adonis’ claims that the UWF Championship will be changing hands at Wrestlemania.

Mauro Ranallo: I guess our Champion has heard enough.

The usual negative crowd response greets the Scotsman who pays little attention to it as he keeps his eyes fixed on Adonis as he makes his way down the entrance ramp.

Tony Chimel: And the Challenger, from Ayr, Scotland, weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty-Five pounds, he is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, "The Destroyer" Drew McIntyre!

The UWF Champion signals for a microphone and then hops up onto the ring apron before entering through the middle ropes. The music comes to a close and McIntyre stands silently for a few moments with a smirk on his face before raising the mic up to cut Adonis off more formally.

Drew McIntyre: You know, Chris, delusional beliefs aside you’re actually starting to grow on me a little. What you did last week, whilst brass by nature, still took balls. Not everyone gets the opportunity to directly square up to the champion of this company, issue them a challenge and then freely walk away without facing immediate repercussions right there and then. I guess in that regard you are perhaps one of the lucky ones, or at least you were, because that run of luck and good will fizzles out tonight when I bring this sorry Adonis Lock charade to an end.

It's unclear as to whether the mild feelings of warmth that McIntyre supposedly has for Adonis are genuine, or if he’s perhaps viewing him in a more favorable light in lieu of the fact that we previously saw how ticked off he was with Braun Strowman and Stokely Hathaway. What is for certain is that there is zero chance of a blossoming friendship blooming from this situation though, as the Scotsman still very much means business.



Drew McIntyre: It’s pretty clear to me that you’ve put this all together in order to achieve two main goals. To help give LA Knight an additional advantage going into Wrestlemania, and to make Chris Adonis a UWF household name. Now doing right by yourself as well as by a friend is an admirable quality on the face of it, but in this instance it’s more foolish than admirable when considering that you’re continuing to stand there and disregard the exact nature of the threat possessed by the person you’ve issued the challenge to. Whatever people thought of all the guys that tried and failed to break the hold in the past, as unique as some of them were, they all had one exact thing in common. They weren’t me! You see, by becoming the most dominant UWF Champion in recent memory, my mindset has gone beyond the thought of being fazed by the prospect of having to escape from a glorified full nelson, meaning quite simply that whatever mind games you played on participants in the past aren’t going to work this time around.

There’s clearly no shortage of confidence in that ring as McIntyre continues to try and assert his dominance on the situation.

Drew McIntyre: Now to his credit, your commander in chief has given me some food for thought over the last couple of weeks or so, but as for you, you’re little more than an irrelevant nuisance hoping to cause a distraction that will have major implications on the bigger picture, and I’m here to shut that down before it starts to grow arms and legs. I just hope though that you’ve had a chance to actually cherish the memories that you’ve created with this little circus act, because it’s not just the lock that I’m breaking tonight, it’s also the streak that you’ve built up over all this time. So when you see me standing tall in a few short moments having claimed them both, before you make your return to the land of obscurity, I hope you’ll be gracious enough to publicly acknowledge and accept that squaring up to Drew McIntyre was ultimately just you biting off more than you were ever capable of chewing.

McIntyre’s condescending approach seems to be going down well with a few small pockets of the crowd as he prepares to psych himself up for the challenge, but Adonis isn’t quite ready to get proceedings underway just yet.

Adonis: Drew, your bravado is appreciated. One of the best things about coming out to this ring week in and week out is humbling whoever my Challenger. And humbling you will give me such a great feeling of satisfaction. So, if we're doing talking, take your place.

Adonis motions to the steel chair in the center of the ring. Drew is cautious, but does take a seat. 

Adonis: Chimel! Count us down!

Tony Chimel: 3...2...1...

And with that, Adonis snatches McIntyre up out the chair...

Mauro Ranallo: And the Adonis Lock Challenge is officially underway!

McIntyre uses his large traps to try and prevent Adonis from locking his hands together and completely applying the Adonis Lock. To Adonis' surprise, the UWF Champion is much stronger than he appears. Maybe just as strong as Adonis himself. After a short back and forth, Adonis is able to lock his hands. His patented submission hold is now applied.

Corey Graves: It's locked in! It's only a matter of time now!

With the Adonis Lock now fully applied, The Masterpiece begins swinging the UWF Champion from side to side. It's obvious that he's trying to throw the Champion off his game and not let him gather his bearings. However, The Destroyer will not be fazed. He tries to use those large traps to break Adonis' grip, but to no avail. The Champion tries again, and again the attempt bears no fruit. Adonis will not be denied tonight. Not only is this a chance to soften up the UWF Champion just weeks before WrestleMania, but it's also an opportunity to prove that he is more than just LA Knight's right hand man. You can hear The Masterpiece yelling at McIntyre "This is useless; just give up."

Tom Phillips: Adonis is very confident tonight. Much more than normal.

Giving up is not an option for the Champion. Instead, he chooses to change his strategy. Instead of trying to use raw power to break out, he positions himself at an angle where both he and Adonis are back first facing the corner. McIntyre uses all his might to drive both men, a combined 530 pounds backwards into the corner. Adonis hits first and McIntyre hopes the impact will loosen Adonis' grip. At first glance, the attempt is futile. McIntyre, being the Warrior that he is, drags both men out of the corner before driving them backwards yet again. Again, there's no relenting by Adonis. So McIntyre, who is noticeably beginning to breathe heavily, drags both men out of the corner before repeating the process for a third time. Adonis crashes back first into the turnbuckle pad for a third time, but his grip will not be released.

Mauro Ranallo: Looks like it's back to the drawing board for the Champion.

Corey Graves: McIntyre can come up with any idea that he wants. This is the most dominant hold in UWF history we're talking about. It's all moot. 

Maybe Graves it right, but the Champion will not be deterred. He staggers back towards the center of the ring, bringing Adonis along with him. McIntyre desperately tries to throw back elbows in Adonis' direction. This proves to be more difficult than it sounds considering Adonis is in control of McIntyre's upper extremities.

Corey Graves: This is what people fail to realize about the Adonis Lock. It's not just the hold that tires you out; it's the fight that you put up trying to escape. It's almost like quicksand. Many men have tried to conquer this hold and have failed. Seems like only a matter of time before we add Drew McIntyre's name to the list. 

If you look at the Champion's face, you can see it turning a hue of purple. This is usually the first sign that the Adonis Lock is on its way to claiming another victim. Drew, however, will not go without a fight. Once more, McIntyre tries to use his traps to pry Adonis' hands apart, but it's still fruitless. That purple is now turning to a bright shade of red. McIntyre is in a bad way and he knows it. The Champion tries one more idea. He stops down on Adonis' right foot, hoping to distract "The Masterpiece" long enough so that he can break the hold. Adonis' face tells the story, but it's not enough to get him to release the hold. That being said, McIntyre tires again and while something like this simply hurts Adonis, he will not be denied. McIntyre goes back to his original strategy of trying to power out of the hold. Again, it's to no avail and McIntyre's body begins to give out on him. He drops to both knees...

Tom Phillips: The Champion is in trouble!

The end is near. Adonis stands over McIntyre with the Adonis Lock still applied. All the fight is seemingly gone from the Champion. His head falls and his arms are almost down to his side. Adonis is all smiles as the referee goes in to check on the Champion.

Corey Graves: This is going to be the biggest win of Christopher Adonis' career!

The referee grabs McIntyre's arm and raises it once. It falls. Adonis laughs, knowing that he's got this won. The referee grabs McIntyre's arm a second time and raises it. It falls again...

Mauro Ranallo: If the arm comes down one more time, this is over!

The referee goes in and grabs McIntyre by the arm. He raises it for a third time and releases it...It does not fall!!!

Tom Phillips: There's still fight left in our Champion!

Drew McIntyre is not dead yet. He starts trying to pump himself up as the Nevada crowd gets to their feet. Adonis has a look of amazement as Drew McIntyre is willing his way off his knees and back to a vertical base. 

Corey Graves: This is unbelievable!

As McIntyre stands, Adonis shakes his head no repeatedly. He tries to tighten his grip and subdue the Destroyer once more, but the Scottish warrior will not have it. The Champion lets out a primal scream before using his last remaining energy and breaking Christopher Adonis' clenched grip, powering out of the Adonis Lock!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!!!

The announcers cannot believe it. The referee cannot believe it. The people of Paradise, Nevada cannot believe it. The only person that thought this was possible was the UWF Champion. After the initial shock wears off, it finally dawns on the official. The Adonis Lock has been broken. The official calls for the bell.

DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Adonis Lock has been broken. Therefore, your winner, the UWF Cham...

Before Chimel can finish making the announcement, Christopher Adonis goes on the attack. He jumps an exhausted Drew McIntyre from behind with a forearm.

Tom Phillips: Look at this sore loser!

Corey Graves: Shut up Phillips! The Masterpiece was just embarrassed! You think he's going to let that go lying down?!

Adonis continues raining down blows on the Champion. He's got McIntyre in the corner and delivers huge haymakers over and over again. Still feeling the effects of the Adonis Lock, the Champion can barely defend himself. Adonis is going to town. Tonight was his night to prove something and he came up short. The official has to step in and pull Adonis off the Champion, hoping to calm the Masterpiece down. Adonis will not hear it though and he quickly lifts the official off his feet and tosses him onto the canvas, with the momentum sending him rolling out the ring.

Tom Phillips: That's going to be a fine!

After disposing of the official, Adonis looks to go back on the attack. He goes after McIntyre again, but this little breathing room has allowed the Champion to somewhat catch his breath. As Adonis looks to go back on the offensive, McIntyre catches him from out of nowhere with a sickening headbutt!

Corey Graves: Glasgow Kiss!

Adonis goes down like a sack of potatoes. The Champion stands tall and shakes off the cobwebs momentarily. McIntyre motions for his Championship but notices that Christopher Adonis is till trying to get to his feet. McIntyre waves off the belt for a moment and gets himself in position...

Corey Graves:  Oh no! This can't be good!

The Champion is chomping at the bit, waiting for Adonis to get to his feet. The Masterpiece manages to stagger up and as he does, McIntyre charges at him and delivers an empathic Claymore Kick that knocks Adonis out! 

Mauro Ranallo: Claymore! 

The Champion is fired up and so are the people of Nevada. Now, Drew wants his title. He receives it and climbs the top rope and poses with the title as Tony Chimel finally gets to make the formal announcement.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the WINNER of the Adonis Lock Challenge, the UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre!



McIntyre leaps down and continues to celebrate.

Corey Graves: Drew McIntyre just did the unthinkable! With all this momentum on his side, I don't see how anyone can stop him!

Mauro Ranallo: We thank you for tuning into another episode of UWF Revolution. For Corey Graves and Tom Phillps, I'm Mauro Ranallo and we'll see you...

Corey Graves: What the hell???!!!!

Just as we're about to go off the air, somehow slides into the ring...

Tom Phillips: It's LA Knight!

It most certainly is the winner of the 2024 Royal Rumble and the Number One Contender to Drew McIntyre's Championship. The Champion is unaware that his Challenger is in the ring. That is until Knight quickly spins McIntyre around, catches him with a quick boot to the stomach and delivers a Blunt Force Trauma!

Corey Graves: BFT to the Champion!

The Champion is down. The Number One Contender stands tall. LA Knight seems proud of his work. He prepares to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, something catches his attention. Knight walks across the ring, bends over and picks the item up. What is it, you may ask? Why, it's Drew McIntyre's UWF Championship. With the Champion down and out at his feet, LA Knight holds the UWF title high in the air.



Mauro Ranallo: Now is this what we're going to see some WrestleMania?

The last image we see before Revolution goes off the air is LA Knight holding the UWF Championship high.




END OF SHOW


Credits

Sinn vs O'Reilly - Dresden
Zayn vs Guerrero - AndyDNU
Omos vs Reigns - Fauche
Hayter vs Balor, Caleb vs Hayes - Danny

[Dres]

This show was jam packed with awesomeness! I mean a Gauntlet, a No DQ, and the Adonis Lock being broken all in the same edition? It’s definitely Mania season, boys! Had a lot of fun reading this and contributing to it. Double duty for Mania is going to be terrifically fun as well as challenging.

[Cwalker]

Tons of goings on. The gauntlet was a lot of fun. Poor Mike Bennett lol.

A lot of progression as we make our final few stops towards Mania. Nice to see a backup plan for Rude. A little mixed tag action is always fun.

Lot of matches besides my own that I’m looking forward to. Great job to everyone that stepped up and contributed

[AndyDNU]

That gauntlet opener was really nicely put together. Haven’t touched on it as much in recent weeks but it’s been nice to see the way the Orton-Swerve feud has developed and First Blood is an interesting stip choice for the match which likely means things gon get messy!

Been enjoying the callbacks/history lessons from the Vincent-O’Reilly feud and now things have taken a cool twist with Rude getting inserted into the mix to create an additional match with the other characters involved in proceedings.

Good to see more matches now confirmed for Mania meaning pretty much everyone now appears to be accounted for and we can start to build an idea of what to expect at the show of shows.

The good times roll on. Got myself two threads to respond to which I’ll hopefully be able to do either before the end of the weekend or start of the coming week. Great to see lots of guys writing some top quality stuff at the moment, keep up the awesome work.

[Xander]

I want to give all the credit to JYE who wrote the gauntlet match and did an awesome job

[Jye]

Review 4 Review 2.0
It's back, If you review the show I review your segments. This week I've decided to forego writing about matches as I've been very busy and haven't been able to give the show the time it deserves (In other words I had skimmed through the matches and just stuck to reading the promos, sorry, I do really appreciate those who step up to write matches. If you don't you should because they can be a really fun way to let out creativity in writing). To those who are looking to get their reveiw an expedited review once you've left a review you can dm me on discord for my initial thoughts (_jye).

Dresden:
Vincent/The freakshows(my name for them) has been fun, I really like the character direction change, It's similiar to what we know but it's what you know. The feud with O'Reilly has been really effective so far. You know it's going to be a good promo when you see Dresden and Fauche characters. I really love the delivery of your promos, It sucks that the fed has a Marseglia that is so ingrained because after getting to watch the real life counterpart he seems like a fun character to play. Your Marseglia is very different from the one at present but both are good, yours though may be even better. Also can't wait to see the feud with Rude/Bayley pan out. I like it all.

Cwalker:
Two things, firstly, The masterlock challenge being broken was honestly so well written, I've felt like there was a reason you'd be putting as much effort as you had for the challenge, Seeing Drew feels like this may have been a long term goal to have the challenge broken for your eventual UWF Championship match, We all knew it was coming not going to lie.  Secondly your promo from Knight was solid as always, The end of the show with Knight holding the title up high was a solid closing angle.

AndyDNU:
Two promos this show, One in the masterlock challenge but the first addressing Strowman and Stokely, I really dug this promo it was a good look into all of this. I liked it alot, Now onto the masterlock challenge I said before the action was written really well and honestly this felt like a main eventer stepping into the kiddies pool to absolutely destroy Adonis, I really dug how confident your Drew was in this segment. Good stuff from both guys

Xander:

I love your Orton, The promo after being busted open was really sick, I can't wait to go to war, I love the photo you used for the promo, I loved the simplicity of the promo and getting right into the matter at hand, I can't wait to elevate this feud even more, I really hope we can hit a home run with the rest of our feud.