Rebellion 3/22/24

[Danny]

As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the fans from all around the world gathered for the UWF's newest show, Rebellion! The camera pans over to the commentary team where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.



Mauro Ranallo: Hello and welcome to another edition of Rebellion! I'm Mauro Ranallo and with me as always, former International Champion Corey Graves and Tom Phillips!

Tom Phillips: It's the show where anything can happen and anyone could walk through those curtains.

Corey Graves: But how many of them actually make a difference? You'd think these guys would learn by now.

Mauro Ranallo:Well it allows some of UWF's most hard working wrestlers to show off their skills and get the people talking before the biggest show of the year. But speaking of big,,,






Good vibes? Guess again! There's trouble brewing as the music plays and out steps Braun Strowman from behind the curtain. Accompanied by Stokely Hathaway who claps him on whilst looking on in awe, Strowman stands at the top of the stage, clenches his fists and raises both arms into the air before letting out a battle roar. Hathaway takes a moment to move in front and begins his walk down the ramp as Strowman lowers his arms and immediately follows.

Tom Phillips: Well in an interesting twist, there’s no sign of the UWF Champion, but it does appear as though the large and imposing inhabitant of his corner is prepared for a fight of some sort.

Corey Graves: That doesn’t bode well for one unlucky soul if true.

As they reach the bottom, Hathaway goes to enter the ring via the steel steps whilst Strowman hops up onto the apron and enters by grabbing the ropes and lifting his legs over the top. As a ringside technician passes a microphone to Hathaway, Strowman poses in the center of the ring with clenched fists and arms raised as the music comes to a close. The crowd makes their dislike of the two individuals crystal clear as Strowman folds his arms and watches on as Hathaway begins to slowly pace back and forth directly in front of him whilst looking out at the arena.

Stokely Hathaway: I’m gonna cut straight to it. This year’s Road to Wrestlemania has not played out the way that either Drew McIntyre or myself had initially planned it out. Sure, we expected there to be a few instances of shenanigans from the Royal Rumble winner, but it’s all the excess crap on top of that which has made the experience and preparations less than ideal. From LA Knight’s right hand ass kisser ruining pre-arranged interviews to Tommaso ‘Chumpa’ trying to make all of this about him, the situation has become nothing short of a joke in my mind. Those laughs are gonna come to a swift and sudden stop tonight though, after Braun Strowman demolishes some in-ring competition and reiterates that this camp is the only one around here that means serious business.



Some smartass fans in the crowd can be heard putting on some exaggerated laughs just to try and wind Hathaway up, but the Harlem native is smarter than that and doesn’t even give them the time of day as he continues to express his views.

Stokely Hathaway: And to prove that’s no lie, I challenge not one, not two, but three competitors from anywhere to prove their bravery, make their way down that ramp, and try their hands at attempting to dismantle my personal Human Wrecking Machine. I don’t care where you’re from, whether it’s Florida, Florence or Timbuktu, just march your asses out here and show the watching world what you’ve got. Hell, you can even all be in the ring at the very same time if you think it’ll help your chances, because that’s the kind of offers that only an upstanding nice guy like myself could make.

Hathaway smirks and is met with a round of jeers from people who know that he’s full of it.

Mauro Ranallo: You said one unlucky soul, Corey, but it looks as though you may have miscalculated slightly.

Corey Graves: Mathematics aside, you guys had better hope that these seats we’re in fall just outside of what is about to become an active warzone!

As Hathaway lowers the microphone, all eyes are suddenly fixed towards the stage…



Ask for three competitors and you shall receive, although in this instance the term "competitor" is used in a much looser sense as The Mean Street Posse of all people come out from behind the curtain. The crowd aren't really sure what to make of this development as Joey Abs, Pete Gas and Rodney stand and wait for a pop that isn't really forthcoming. Undeterred, the upper class Greenwich bad boys make their way down the ramp at a steady pace and a slight strut in their step before entering the ring via the steel steps.



The three men enter the squared circle and Gas mimics the swinging of a golf club whilst Abs and Rodney let out a self-congratulatory cheer with arms wide open. Hathaway appears somewhat intrigued by their presence, whilst Strowman is not fazed in the slightest and looks to just be waiting for the bell to ring so that he can get his expected rampage underway. The music comes to a close as the Posse raises their arms in sequence and Hathaway exits the ring so that the official can call for the bell.


THE BELL HAS BEEN CALLED FOR!


After taking a moment to try and discuss strategy, Rodney charges forward in a bold attempt to catch Strowman by surprise, but the Wrecking Machine smashes him to the ground with one hit that does somewhat surprisingly liven the crowd up. Abs and Gas are quick to follow up with a combined flurry of attacks, but none of them seem to be making much of an impact as Strowman pushes them away in opposite directions. Abs tries to come back with a follow up attack and is punched down to the mat, then Gas attempts to the do the same and receives a big boot for his trouble. As Strowman notices Rodney getting back up to his feet, he reacts by hauling Abs up by the back of his neck and launching him right into his running buddy, sending them both crashing back down to the mat in the process.


Tom Phillips: Do you think these guys are having any regrets about answering this challenge yet?

Corey Graves: All I can say is that I'm glad they stepped up to it. I had the fear for a moment that you were gonna do something stupid and volunteer us instead!


As Hathaway watches on at his personal bodyguard taking care of business, Strowman spots Gas pulling himself back up to a standing position with the help of the ropes and the turnbuckle. There's no time to even think about regaining composure though as Strowman charges across and hits a splash that looks to have taken the air right out of Gas' lungs. As he turns around, he notices Abs doing the same thing in the opposite corner, and so to keep the momentum going Strowman runs in and hits another splash that achieves the same desired result. Both Abs and Gas are still standing, albeit barely, and so Strowman follows up by performing the same sequence two more times to each man. With the pair of them now collapsed in a heap on the mat, Strowman takes the time to let out a massive roar with arms raised as Hathaway can be seen applauding and smirking on the outside.


Mauro Ranallo: I sure hope these guys took out health insurance before coming out here tonight!

Corey Graves: Honestly, I don't even think the best suppliers would give them coverage for this predicament.


With two thirds of the Posse in very bad shape, Strowman turns his attention to Rodney who appears to be barely stirring himself. Seeing an opportunity to display his superb strength, Strowman hoists Rodney up from the ground with ease and transitions into a standing suplex and one nasty landing for the Greenwich native. It's less a matter of if the Posse can win and more a matter of when their suffering will stop now as Strowman yanks Gas up off the mat and throws him to the outside through the middle rope. The Wrecking Machine takes a moment to admire his handiwork, oblivious to the fact that Abs has managed to somehow get back to his feet behind him. An attempted sneak attack follows, but the shot from Abs is less than ineffective really as Strowman turns around and takes a moment to just look at Abs, who appears all out of ideas in the situation. Strowman delivers a right hook to Abs and makes sure to catch him before he falls to the mat before grabbing him with both hands and hoisting him up into a gorilla press position. There's no way out for Abs and the panicked expression on his face confirms it as Strowman walks towards the ropes and launches him over the top. The fall is broken by Gas who managed to get back up to his feet, but the impact of Abs crashing right into him leaves both men down and out on the outside. That just leaves Rodney left in the ring all by himself, but even he looks to be all but done as Strowman walks across and picks him up with no struggle whatsoever. Hathaway's muscle man looks to have had his fill of this "contest" as he pops Rodney over his shoulder before running across the mat and planting him down with the power slam. The lifeless leg is hooked and the referee goes for the cover...


ONE...


TWO...


THREE!


HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BRAUN STROWMAN!



The bell sounds and Strowman gets back up to his feet in order for the ref to raise his arm to confirm the victory.


Tom Phillips: I think we know now if we didn't before just why Stokely Hathaway likes to keep Braun Strowman close by!

Mauro Ranallo: Agreed. A dominant first showing from the man aptly named The Wrecking Machine here tonight on Rebellion.


Hathaway re-enters the ring and looks down at the seemingly lifeless Rodney who is now being checked on by the referee before standing next to Strowman who has both arms raised as he lets out another battle roar. The other Posse members are still down on the outside, and The Harlem native stands there smiling, indicating that he's having a very good night now that business has been taken care of just the way he wanted it to.




The titantron fires up with some raw, live footage from the hallowed halls of the Backstage Area. More specifically, the feed is being broadcast from what looks like the site of a tornado landing. Its a dingy, dimly lit room with things like barbells and a heavy bag astrewn. Tables are tipped. Chairs wobble in the indoor breeze if they aren't tipped over entirely. The walls are stained. And not just with blood.

This is... or was once... The Strong Dragons Dojo.

If you look it up, it was once explained that since said Dojo was just a repurposed nWo clubhouse, the black-and-white faction had it in their contracts that it needed to be set up as-is in every arena the UWF visits. Its been in this disheveled state every since the Undisputed Era trashed in it in 2021. Now I know what you're thinking - there was an nWo reunion in the club house not that long ago. But actually that was a different room set up with old nWo stuff because nobody wanted to clean up the destitute dojo.

So here we are. In the wreckage. And there sits Kyle O'Reilly in the middle of it all.

And here comes Joey Janela.

Janela: Kyle! Buddy! How's it hanging!

Kyle looks around the ruins of his old team's training ground. He isn't sure which piece of derelict furniture Joey is referring to specifically.

Janela: Man... this place is a bummer! You want a dart? That oughta lighten you up?

Bad influence that he is, The "Bad Boy" offers Kyle a cigarette. Where once Kyle would have hummed and hawed about some kinda excuse to stay looking cool in front of his friend, this time he emphatically shakes his head.



KO'R: Nah, I'm good.

Joey shrugs and lights his own.

Janela: Suit yourself.

Kyle looks around the room again.

KO'R: You ever wonder how much a person can possibly lose?

Janela: Huh?

KO'R: Like... coming up short of actually just dying... how much can a person lose of what they got? Like stuff. And friends. And family.

Joey takes a big drag of his ciggy.

Janela: I dunno man. That sounds like crazy talk. But don't worry, I know what'll cheer you up. Let's go on down to the ring and pick a fight with someone. Guaranteed some friggin jobber will pull up, cause that's how they always do at Rebellion. We can kick the shit out of them for some practice before Mania. Maybe try out some tag moves to use on that stanky virgin Vincent.

KO'R: Hmmm... nah. Not tonight. Plus besides, I wanna fight Vincent alone anyways.

Joey nearly swallows his cigarette.

Janela: AHHH! What? Whaddya mean "alone"???

The Diabetic Dragon bends over, picks up an ancient, empty bottle of Gatorade, considers it for a sec then tosses it over his shoulder.

KO'R: Ya know. Alone. By myself. To prove my point.

Janela: What point?

KO'R: All of 'em, I guess.



Janela: Dude, that's nuts. What's his nuts and what's her face might be a cupla dweebs, but they're gonna keep Vincent's goons busy. That means we could double-team him no problem. There's no rules against that in a Barbed Wire Massacre Match. There's no way he could take on both of us. We'll kick his ass!

KO'R: If its easy, then it doesn't matter. And if I don't beat him solo, then it doesn't matter.

Janela: And what if he pulls some sneaky shit? What if he's got more clowns in his army or more magic tricks or more -

KO'R: Who cares? If I can't be better than that, then it still doesn't matter.

Janela: Matter? To who? I promise ya, that crowd doesn't care how it gets done, they wanna see Vincent get bled out. The boys in the back? EC3? The sponsors, the shareholders, everybody would rather see you kill him then have it the other way around. So this "code of honour" thing you're pulling right now? Pointless. I'm tellin ya, you're the only one who thinks that.

KO'R: Yeah, well... then I guess I'm the only one left I have to worry about.

Kyle claps Joey on the shoulder, leaving him in a stunned silence as he walks past him to leave the dilapidated dojo behind. Janela nervously lights up another cigarette, unsure what to do with that cold shoulder as Rebellion rolls on.




Mauro Ranallo: Welcome back rigside. Are you guys ready to jump into our next contest. 

Corey Graves: With WrestleMania right around the corner, everyone is looking to step up and impress. Let's see what our next set of superstars have to show us.

DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...




Tony Chimel: From, Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Five pounds, Tyson Kidd!

The catchy "Right Here, Right Now" begins to play and all the fans turn their attention towards the stage. Soon enough, out walks one of the last members of the famous Hart Family Dungeon, Tyson Kidd. Kidd is sporting matching trunks, gloves and a hoodie. The crowd pops for someone they haven't seen in a long time. Kidd can't hear them however as he has his classic "Beats By Dre" headphones on. He bops down the ramp until he reaches the steel steps. He ascends the steps and climbs up the nearest turnbuckle before dropping his hood and posing. 

Tony Chimel: And his opponent...

The lights in the arena go off. The only illumination is a singular spotlight on the top of the stage. 



The aptly titled "Masterpiece" takes over the arena and in that spotlight is a man kneeling. He has a cape draped over his shoulders. As the music reaches a certain point, the man rises to his feet and sheds the cape. The lights return to normal and fireworks shoot off from the stage. This is the one and only "Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis!



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

As the fireworks cease, Adonis begins to strut down the ramp towards the ring. The fans boo him as Adonis shows off his peaks. Adonis doesn't care about their reactions. He's got a huge 72 hours ahead of him. Adonis slides into the ring and poses once more as he awaits the bell. 

Mauro Ranallo: We hvaen't seen Adonis in the ring since Drew McIntyre bested him in the Adonis Lock Challenge. 

Corey Graves: And Adonis has been in a foul mood ever since. I would hate to be Tyson Kidd rught now.

The two competitors stand on opposite sides of the ring from one another but choose to meet in the middle as the official calls for the bell. Adonis looks to strike with a clothesline first, but Kidd is too quick for him and ducks under. Kidd hits the near ropes and as Adonis turns around to keep pace with him, Tyson leaves his feet and delivers a Tilt-A-Whirl Head Scissors. The momentum of the move causes Adonis to roll under the bottom rope and to the floor. Adonis doesn't stay down for long tbough, and as he gets to his feet, the first thing he sees is Tyson Kidd charging at him through the ropes and taking him back down with a suicide dive. The crowd comes alive for Tyson's explosive start. Kidd flexes on the outside of the ring, mocking Adonis. Kidd grabs "The Masterpiece by hair before lifting him to a knee and throwing him back into the ring. Tyson climbs onto the apron before propelling himself back into the ring and delivering a springboard elbow drop right into Adonis' chest. After the collision, Kidd hooks the far leg and goes for the first cover of this contest...

1...
Adonis kicks out!

After Adonis kicks out, Kidd leaves the ring and climbs to the top rope. He patiently waits for Adonis to get to his feet and as The Masterpiece does, Tyson leaps off the top and takes Adonis down again with a Crossbody Block. Once more, Kidd hooks the leg and goes for another cover...

1...
2...
Adonis kicks out again!

Tom Phillips: Adonis can't get out the gate!

Corey Graves: You have to wonder if Drew McIntyre breaking the Adonis Lock is having some psychological effect on The Masterpiece.

After barely rolling a shoulder, Tyson Kidd looks to stay on Adonis. With Adonis trying to get to a knee, Kidd looks to deliver a Shining Wizard. But as he comes in, Adonis is able to give off his knee and deliver a short arm clothesline. The clothesline almost takes Kidd's head off and turns him inside out. 

Corey Graves: Bradshaw is smiling somewhere after that clothesline!

Adonis shakes the cobwebs off and goes for a cover of his own...

1...
2...
Kidd kicks out!

Adonis wastes no time following up. He grabs Kidd off the mat by the neck and tosses him into the nearby corner. Adonis begins hitting Kidd in the abdomen with rights and lefts. With each blow, you can see the air leaving Kidd's body. Adonis' fists leave the last son of the Dungeon red. With Tyson gasping for air, Adonis takes a few steps back and charges at Kidd. Tyson is ready for him and catches Adois with a boot to the face. Adonis staggers backwards and Kidd uses this free moment to lift himself off the mat and onto the second rope. The Masterpiece makes his way back over to Kidd and as he does, Tyson hooks Adonis'head and leaps off the middle rope, spiking Adonis skull first onto the canvas with a Tornado DDT. Adonis goes limp for a second and Kidd goes for yet another cover...

1...
2...
Adonis kicks out again!

Kidd doesn't want to accept it and goes for another cover... 

1...
2...
Another shoulder rolled by The Masterpiece!

Adonis rolls to the corner, trying to get away from the onsaught of Tyson Kidd. Adonis uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. As he does, Kidd charges across the ring, using the side rope to propel himself into the air and deliver a step up enziguiri. Adonis is stunned and as he drops to a knee, Kidd hooks his head and flips backwards, hitting a standing sliced bread! Kidd takes Adonis to the mat and covers him again...

1...
2...
Adonis brealy rolls a shoulder!

Corey Graves: We almost had a monumental upset on our hands!

Mauro Ranallo: I think you're right Corey; Adonis hasn't shaken off having the one thing that meant most to him taken away. 

Kidd can't believe Adonis kicked out again. But he stays focused. He steps out the ring and onto the apron before climbing to the top once more. Adonis is on spaghetti legs. As he makes it to his feet, Kidd leaps off the top, looking for yet another Corssbody. But this time, Adonis has the wherewithal and the strength to catch him in midair...

Tom Phillips: Look at the power!

Adonis marches around the ring with Kidd in his arms momentarily before tossing him backwards over his head and nailing a Fall-A-Way Slam. The ring shakes with impact as Adonis hits one of the only offensive moves he's had in the match so far. Kidd flew halfway across the ring. Tyson has to use the ropes to pull himself up in the corner and as he does, Adonis charges at him. The Masterpiece hits another sick clothesline and Kidd staggers out the corner, right into Adonis' waiting arms. The Masterpiece hoists his opponent up off the mat and drives him spine first back down with a sidewalk slam. The Masterpiece hooks the leg and goes for cover...

1...
2...
Kidd kicks out!

Adonis gets to his feet and motions at the referee that was a 3 count. The ref disagrees and tells Adonis it was only 2. They go back and forth before Adonis decides this is futile and looks to go back on the attack. What Adonis is unaware of is that all that jaw jacking with the official has given Tyson Kidd time to recover. As soon as Adonis turns around, Kidd charges right at him. But The Masterpiece is ready for it and counters by catching the charging Kidd and lifting him off his feet, hitting a huge Spinebuster. 

Mauro Ranallo: You could hear that impact!

Adonis doesn't go for the cover.Instead, he just gets to his feet and begins stalking his opponent.

Corey Graves: Adonis has that look in his eyes.

Tyson Kidd is trying to get to his feet. His back is to Adonis, so he has no idea what The Masterpiece has planned. As Tyson gets to a knee, Adonis throws up a sign that everyone is familiar with...



Mauro Ranallo: The Masterpiece is calling for The Adonis Lock!

Corey Graves: Maybe he hasn't lost confidence in the hold!

Before Kidd is even able to fully get to a vertical base, Adonis snatches him up and applies a Full Nelson. Everyone knows the Adonis Lock is coming. Adonis locks his hands and begins swinging Kidd around like a rag doll. But something is different about this. Normally, Adonis loves to apply pressure until his foes submit. But tonight, his gameplan seems to be different. Instead of trying to force Kidd into submission, Adonis lifts Tyson high in the air and brings him back down with a vicious Full Nelson Slam!

Tom Phillips: He calls that "The Rebirth"!

Corey Graves: Leave it to The Masterpiece to add a new wrinkle to the gameplan.

As he hits the canvas, Kidd's body goes limp. Adonis drops down and goes for the cover, hooking the leg in the process...

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

DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis!



Mauro Ranallo: And just like that, Adonis is back on track!

The Masterpiece has his arm raised by the official in victory. Tonight may not have been as easy as he initially projected, but he will take the win. Adonis leaves the ring and gloats about his win as he makes his way up the stage and Rebellion moves on. 









DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six-person tag team match! Introducing first, already in the ring: Abyss, Crazzy Steve, and Rosemary. DECAY!

The three pose to cheers from the crowd as they get ready for the match ahead.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents…



As, “Continuum” by Imminence begins to play, out comes the trio of Abadon, Sinn, and Vincent as the crowd gives them a mixed reaction. The three make their way down the ramp, their eyes fixated on their opponents in the ring.

Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island, Parts Unknown, and The Big Top respectively. Weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and fifty-eight pounds. The team of Abadon, Sinn, and Vincent. THE COLLAPSE!

As the trio enters the ring, they get ready for the match ahead.

DING DING!

Vincent and Sinn each step through the ropes, one of them on each side of the ring post signaling that Abadon will start the match for their team. On the opposite side of the ring, Steve and Abyss do the same thing, leaving Rosemary to start the match for their team. Rosemary starts moving to the side as though she expects a circling to happen but Abadon just stands there, looking at her hungrily. Rosemary charges the, “Living Dead Girl” now and blasts her with a forearm to the face, Abadon’s head rocking with the impact as Rosemary looks proud until Abadon whips her head back around, teeth bared as Rosemary now looks like she’s just made a mistake she strongly regrets.

Rosemary starts backing away as, in one motion, Abadon pounces on her, taking her to the mat and trying to bite the female of Decay.

Tom Phillips: I’m starting to think that Abadon really is a zombie.

Mauro Ranallo: Well then Rosemary better hope for more than one reason that the bite doesn’t connect!

Corey Graves: Come on guys, I know we’ve seen a lot of off the wall things in the UWF but a real life zombie? Bit of a stretch.

As Corey says this, Abadon gets past Rosemary’s defense and sinks its teeth right into the neck as Rosemary screams out in pain, trying her best to fight Abadon off as the other members of Decay enter the ring as well as the other members of The Collapse. Vincent starts trading blows with Steve as Sinn does the same with Abyss. Meanwhile the feasting on Rosemary is continuing as fans cover their eyes in horror and disgust.

After an uncomfortable amount of time, Abadon seems satiated as it gets up off of Rosemary, a sizeable wound left on the neck as Rosemary covers it with her hand to stop the bleeding and medical officials run down to help her out of the ring and to the back. Abadon watches this happen when Abyss suddenly blasts Sinn with a Big Boot, knocking him into Abadon as he falls to the mat and Abadon is knocked into the ropes. As Abadon comes off the ropes, Abyss plants them with a Black Hole Slam to cheers from the crowd.

Vincent sees this and delivers a thumb to the eye of Crazzy Steve, whipping him upstage into the ropes and executing a Black Hole Slam of his own when he comes off of them. Vincent and Abyss walk towards each other, jaw jacking at one another and trying to coax the other man into throwing a punch.

Tom Phillips: Well it seemed to be a case of, “Anything you can do, I can do better” at first but now it looks like two hotheaded masochists about to go to war!

As Abyss takes a swing at Vincent, he sidesteps and Sinn is there to catch the punch. Sinn pushes Abyss’ fist back towards him and then takes him down with a Clothesline. Abadon, Vincent, and Crazzy Steve have all gone to their respective spots on the apron as in the ring, Abyss is back to his feet as he delivers a Headbutt to Sinn, who fires back with a Headbutt of his own as Abyss staggers into the corner upstage from his and Sinn charges, delivering a Body Splash. As Sinn backs away, Abyss suddenly goozles him, then pulls him toward him before hurling him backward towards the ropes. As Sinn comes off the ropes, Abyss connects with a Black Hole Slam. Abyss gets up, eyeing Vincent as he heads to his corner and tags in Crazzy Steve.

Sinn manages to crawl over and tag in Vincent as well. Vincent enters the ring as Crazzy Steve runs at him. As he does, Vincent sidesteps and sticks his foot out, tripping Steve as he hits the bottom turnbuckle pad of the corner face first. Vincent grabs Steve and drives his head into the turnbuckle pad repeatedly, then moves him up and does the same on the middle turnbuckle pad, then moves him up again and does the same on the top turnbuckle pad. Vincent turns Steve around as he looks dazed and sprawled out in the corner, then lays into his chest with an Axe Edge Chop, followed by another, and then a third.

Vincent backs up as Steve comes gingerly walking forward out of the corner holding his chest. Vincent kicks him in the stomach now and hooks his arm around his head before lifting him straight up and holding him there for an uncomfortable amount of time before slamming him to the mat, following through with the maneuver known as the Sudden Rush. As Steve lies there helplessly on the mat, Vincent grabs him with both hands and pulls him up to a vertical base just to deliver the Meeting of the Minds as Steve falls back to the mat, busted open by the collision of Vincent’s surgically repaired skull with his.

Vincent drops a knee into the abdomen of Steve now and holds it there as Steve visibly struggles to breathe within a matter of moments. Abyss enters the ring now and rushes over, blasting Vincent in the back of the head with his raised leg as Vincent falls forward to the mat. Abyss helps Steve up and the two begin laying in the stomps to the prone body of Vincent. After several have connected from both men, they relent as they roll Vincent over onto his back, then Vincent sits straight up laughing. Vincent climbs to his feet quickly, delivering another Meeting of the Minds to knock down Steve, then as Abyss goes to goozle him, he sprays red mist into his eyes, the crowd gasping as Vincent then brings the big man down with a Jump Scare.

Mauro Ranallo: Vincent is a one man wrecking crew!

Abyss rolls out of the ring to the floor as Vincent walks over to Steve again. Vincent leans down and grabs him, bringing him halfway to a vertical base before putting his head between his legs. Vincent hoists Steve up and connects with Post-Mortem as he then covers Steve.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here are your winners: The Collapse!

As Sinn and Abadon join Vincent in the ring, the trio celebrate as Rebellion continues.











"Block Walk Talk" begins to bless your eardrums, Nana full of something comes walking out on to the entrance way, Nana has an almost bounce to his step which just looks odd but who's going to tell him? Not me because he is as happy as can be, He walks to the ring knowing he has the go ahead to deal with some Swerve Enterprises business, He climbs up the steel steps, Almost as if it calls to him the allure of leaning back and asking whose damn house this is, It's too strong... "WHOSE HOUSE"....



"Swerve's House" the crowd yell almost bursting poor Nana's eardrums but he ain't going to let that get him down as he enters the ring paper in hand, He ask the ring crew for a microphone and they oblige, Nana takes center stage as he begins to speak folding the paper in one hand, Only he and Swerve know the contents of this paper. He lifts it to the crowd before he begins to speak freely...

"Prince" Nana: "We're happy to have our answer from Priest but as is standard in business, we've done business off camera, So you fine folks can wait with baited breaths, While what's not on camera is the business I've been sent out here to get underway. You see we've decided upon an aggressive expansion plans and while Swerve deals with the Orton problem, I have been tasked with an important task; Create the inner circle of Swerve Enterprises which we will build the whole foundation atop, We don't want any has-been Joe walking off the street, No we want a specific kind of individual..."

"Prince" Nana: "Swerve has entrusted me with the task of hand-picking individuals who embody the ethos of our organization. Not a Brian Cage, who might I add HAD potential... Nor will it be any of the other gauntlet participants, who not just let me down but more importantly let Swerve down. No... If I am being one hundred percent honest, The contract those in the Gauntlet fought for was minuscule in terms of reparations that we, Swerve Enterprises, are willing to pay to the right individual..."

Nana is getting into the speech as his body movements become more passionate...

"Prince" Nana: "So I have not one but TWO reasons to come out tonight in front of the Swerve faithful, Firstly, I've come out here to announce a preview of our potential candidates, In an exhibition match sponsored by Swerve Enterprise which will be broadcast later tonight. And more importantly I've got some massive news in regards to Swerve Enterprises acquiring a massive intellectual property, You see at Swerve Enterprises nothing is off the tables, I mean we've gone through every I.P that could make us that could make us profit, from merchandise to media rights. And tonight, I stand here proud to announce that Swerve Enterprises has secured the intellectual property rights to none other than... "Villain Energy""

"Prince" Nana: "I mean have you tasted the drink? It's not good so to say but it is addicting and it's sale will help fund Swerve Enterprises into the future.  All we need is a rebrand so to top off that energetic announcement so from this moment on, in every major and non-major supermarket, The newly minted "Swerve Energy" will be available for purchase. So a toast to this ground breaking announcement..."

Nana pulls a "Swerve Energy" from his coat jacket where he raises it to the crowd, He takes a sip and almost instantly spits it out into the front row. He quickly fakes a smile as he points towards the logo on the can. As a branding image for Swerve Energy appears...




As Rebellion continues, things cut to where Vincent is standing in a room surrounded by barbed wire. He looks at one area of it in particular as he begins speaking.

Vincent: Barbed wire, barbed wire on the wall. Who’s the most dangerous of them all?

Vincent looks directly into the camera now with a sadistic smile.

Vincent: We’re a few days from settling that debate, but before we do, let me settle something else. You think I’m panicking, Kyle?

Vincent laughs.

Vincent: And to think, I thought you’d recognize an adrenaline rush when you saw it. I’m not panicked, man. Why would I be? Because you’ve been victorious in the past? Rest on those laurels while you can, Dragon, because at Wrestlemania there’s not going to be any rest for you until the final bell. Not to mention, this stipulation? These circumstances? It’s different, and if you think you can outdo or outlast me just because you did in regular matches, you’re fooling yourself and you’re about to have as much egg on your face as you’re going to have blood.

Vincent smiles again.

Vincent: Because I welcome pain like it’s a beloved relative and enjoy feeling it as much as I do inflicting it. You think you can say the same thing about yourself, but they’re just words when you say them, it’s a lifestyle when I do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a match tonight…

Vincent walks out of the shot as Rebellion continues elsewhere.




Rebellion returns from a commercial break to Ciampa already standing in the ring, dressed in street clothes and a mic in his hand. Also in the ring is a local competitor by the name of Johnny Tampa, a small skinny looking man. Ciampa raises the mic.

Ciampa: How we doing tonight Tampa, only a couple of days left till Wresltmania and I promised you something big tonight and as you know I am a man who keeps his promises and I promised to show off my counter measure to Solo Sikoa and Omos and my good friend here, Johnny Tampa has offered to help me.

Ciampa points to Johnny Tampa, who seems confused as he’s given a mic

Johnny Tampa: Wait wait, you told me I was wrestling you tonight dude but you’re out here in street clothes and now you tell me i’m facing someone else, not cool dude.

Ciampa shrugs



Ciampa: I got a big match at Wrestlemania. Just so you know Johnny, Wrestlemania is an event that you can watch on PLE and dream of maybe being on the pre show wrestling some other unimportant person. Anyway before I was rudely interrupted by Mister Tampa here, I was going to introduce my new insurance policy, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce, weighing in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds and at 6 foot 6, the true “Nigerian Colossus”....... OBA FEMI.


Hands of Fate plays over the speakers as the big man from Lagos makes his entrance, the crowd stunned into silence at the size of this man. The camera cuts to Ciampa smirking evilly as he grabs Johnny Tampa and forces him to watch the force of nature that is approaching him.



Mauro Ranallo: HOLY HELL LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS MONSTER.

Tom Phillips: Ciampa forces poor Johnny Tampa to watch this force of nature walk towards him and Oba does not look like a friendly guy.

Corey Graves: Ah well, at least Johnny Tampa can be assured he is paid tonight as for his medical insurance well… I don’t think it covers forces of nature.

Oba enters the ring, the bell ringing, and Ciampa immediately throws Johnny Tampa into his arms and Oba pops up Tampa for a Pop up Powerbomb and Oba places a foot on Tampa’s chest, the referee diving for the cover



1….2….3…



Ciampa: YOUR WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND THE GREATEST GIANT IN UWF HISTORY….. OBA FEMI.

Ciampa drops the mic and lifts Oba’s hand, the big Nigerian looking nonplussed about his victory over the local talent. Ciampa whispers something into Oba’s ear and the big man turns round and picks up Tampa, hitting him with a hellacious powerbomb and then another.

Mauro Ranallo: Someone has to stop this before Johnny Tampa is wheeled out of here on a gurney, the guy was already knocked out from the first Powerbomb

Tom Phillips: This is truly an insurance policy capable of matching the size of Omos and the power of Sikoa.

Corey Graves: Once again the mercurial mind of Tomasso Ciampa coming into play here guys and all I can say is well done Ciampa and thank you for bringing us this monster.

Ciampa lifts Oba’s hand as the camera focuses on the big guy and we fade as Rebellion continues on.











Sami Callihan comes out from the back looking like a man on a mission. Some fans are surprised to see him and try and reach out to slap hands but he brushes right past them.

Tony Chimel: From Dayton Ohio, weighing in at 200 pounds, Sami Callihan!

He slides into the ring and paces back and forth just waiting for his opponent.




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.




DING DING DING


Mauro Ranallo: I've heard that Sami Zayn personally called Callihan and requested a match with him.

Mauro Ranallo: It looks like Callihan wants to step up after Zayn besmirched his old running mate.

Corey Graves: Well it's good to know after all these years that the OTHER Sami is still an idiot from all that brain trauma.


Sami runs right out of the gate looking for a Helluva Kick in the corner but Callihan rolls forward to avoid it. Sami 1 turns around only for Sami 2 to give him a throat thrust. Zayn backs into the corner choking and Sami 2 gives him a Shoulder Thrust in the corner. He does this multiple times, trying to take the air out of him and it's even harder to breathe when your throat is crushed. Callihan grabs his head and delivers a Bulldog out of the corner. He turns him around to go for the pin right away,



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Sami kicks out! Callihan grabs his opponent by the beard and drags him over to the corner. He sits him against the turnbuckles and runs to the other side of the ring. He comes darting back for a cannonball but there's no one home as Zayn rolls out of the way. Sami 2 gets to his feet looking a little dazed and Zayn catches him with an Exploder Suplex! Sami 2 rolls out of the ring to get away but Zayn carefully watches him as the walks around ringside. Zayn takes off after him and leaps over the top with a Somersualt Senton, taking down the TIOC member! Sami looks over to the camera man and yells into the camera. "What's about to happen, this is all your fault Kevin!". He turns around and to his surprise Sami 2 is up and decks him in the gut. Zayn walks away to retreat. He turns around just in time to see Callihan running at him. Zayn is able to pop him up and give him a Powerbomb on the apron!


Mauro Ranallo: Pop up Powerbomb! Shades of Kevin Owens!

Corey Graves: Zayn is out here sending a message to that hack.


Sami smiles and taunts the crowd, trying to start a Kill Zayn Kill chant. Nobody bites but Sami doesn't care. He picks up Callihan and tosses him back into the ring. Sami 2 gets to his knees and Sami 1 kicks him right back down. He looks at the ropes before running to them. He comes back with a Senton but Callihan gets the knees up. Zayn rolls over to the corner and picks himself up. Callihan runs over and gives him a Crossbody in the corner! He picks up Zayn and delivers the Switchblade Special! He makes the pin!



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Zayn kicks out! Sami 2 brings Sami 1 up to his knees and talks some trash before delivering a Pump Kick to the face! Zayn folds back but springs back up. He motions for more and Callihan happily obliges, giving him another one! Sami still refuses to fall over and asks for more. Callihan looks around smiling and then just spits a huge loogie right on Zayn's face!


Mauro Ranallo: Call him Robin Williams because Zayn's got Flubber on him!

Corey Graves: What a disgusting piece of trash. I'm glad we haven't seen him in a UWF ring for years.


Callihan runs to the ropes but Zayn pops up to his feet and ducks the Clothesline, getting him from his back and hitting the Half and Half Suplex! Sami 2 is dumped right on his head but he still tries to get up. The Forever Champion takes him from behind once more and spins him out into the Blue Thunder Bomb!



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Callihan kicks out! Sami stands up, the loogie still stuck in his beard. He wipes it off and tosses it at Sami 2 who is crawling towards him. He reaches up and Zayn just looks down at him looking disgusted. He picks him up straight into the air and drops him with a Brainbuster! He walks over to the other side of the ring and just patiently waits for him as Callihan crawls towards the corner and goes to pick himself up. Zayn sprints over and delivers the Helluva Kick! He doesn't let Sami's body fall though, he keeps him upright only to give him an STO and lock in the Koji Clutch! Callihan is just limp so the ref calls for the bell.



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner by submission, Sami Zayn!



Sami doesn't let up on the hold. He keeps Callihan tied up ad is wrenching back more. The ref tries to step in to stop it but Zayn isn't letting go.


Corey Graves: Teach that nobody that he doesn't belong in the same ring as you Sami!

Mauro Ranallo: Can we get some help out here!


Sami is laughing while he chokes out Callihan until...



Owens comes running down the ramp full steam. Zayn lets go and rolls out of the ring right away. He quickly runs up the ramp while Kevin slides into the ring and checks on his old fallen teammate. Sami is all the way up to the stage and watches on. Kevin walks over to the ropes and looks at him, daring him to come back down and face him man to man. Sami smiles back and wags his finger. There's a commotion in the crowd and Becky Lynch hops the barricade and slides into the ring. Owens can however feel the ring and he turns around right as Becky lunges at him. He cuts her off with a kick to the gut and then sends her packing with a Stunner! She goes flying and rolls out of the ring as Kevin turns his attention back to Zayn who's smile has faded.


Corey Graves: What a cheap bully!

Tom Phillips: She tried to attack him from behind!

Corey Graves: You don't know that. For all we know, she was going to give him a hug!


Zayn stomps off like a scolded child while Kevin helps Callihan to his feet as the show moves on.




Sponsored by: Swerve Enterprises.

We cut to a dark lit room, A whole litany of folk shrouded by darkness stand at the base of a raised stage,  Middle of the stage is a throne, Swerve, sits on his throne as he looks down on those who've worked up the courage: to be in the presence of greatness. Swerve has his hands folded as he begins to speak up his voice calculated and void of any emotion leaving us at an unsettling unknown of his emotional state or thought process. He begins to speak...

Swerve: "This here is what some would call a screening process, You see Swerve Enterprises is going on what we like to call an aggressive expansion. So I don't care how you do it but only one of you is moving forwards..."




Those who are awaiting, begin to become unsettled by the sudden announcment of only one spot, Swerve stands up from his throne, He holds out his hand as an unnamed henchmen hands him a pool cue, He brings up his knee as he snaps the cue on his knee, He throws the two halves of the pool cue into the center of the pack, This sets off the pack as one of the smaller figures scrambles for one half of the pool cue, But he is cut off as he is met with a boot to the back of the head from another competitor. The room erupts into chaos as the contenders begin to brawl, each fighting tooth and nail for their chance to impress Swerve and secure a spot in the inner circle of Swerve Enterprises. As the king retakes his seat he begins to watch over the exhibition...

As the fight rages on, bodies collide, and the sound of grunts and thuds fills the room. Some contenders form temporary alliances, only to betray each other moments later in a desperate bid for survival. Others fight alone, relying solely on their own skills and cunning. Meanwhile, Swerve leans back in his throne, seemingly unperturbed by the violence unfolding before him. He watches with a detached curiosity, as if the outcome of the brawl holds little consequence to him personally.

Swerve's gaze remains fixed on the chaos below, his expression betraying no hint of emotion as the contenders continue to pummel each other mercilessly. His silence adds to the tension in the room, the only sound being the grunts and shouts of the fighters as they struggle for dominance. As the brawl intensifies, alliances shift and betrayals abound. Contenders are thrown into the air, crashing into nearby objects or the ground with bone-jarring impacts. Blood is drawn, bruises bloom on skin, but still, the fighters press on, driven by the promise of a coveted position within Swerve Enterprises.

Occasionally, a particularly impressive move catches Swerve's attention, prompting a subtle nod of approval or a faint flicker of interest in his eyes. But for the most part, he remains a silent observer, content to watch the contenders prove their worth through brute force and cunning.

Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as the battle rages on unabated. Eventually, as exhaustion begins to take its toll and the number of contenders dwindles, a clear victor emerges from the chaos. His hands covered with blood, As sweat rolls down his fingers, he stands tall amidst those who couldn't last...



He looks for approval but Swerve inscrutable as ever. Simply nods, a gesture that the whole exhibition is coming to a close, Swerve sits back as the figure is shown the way out of the room to a back room. The feed cuts back to Rebellion, Swerve looks on at the chaos around as he orders his grunts to begin cleaning up the room.






The propulsive, enthusiastic, downright bombastic brass and woodwind's of the best band to ever blow'em hums through the PA, sonically sprawling out over the arena like the sun rising at dawn. It ain't the evening news, it ain't Sunday football - the anthemic horns serve to welcome the one and only...



Bayley marches down that ramp with a microphone in hand. The "Good Guy" is getting some serious support from that capacity crowd on this go-home show before her Wrestlemania debut.

Ranallo: Looks like we'll be hearing from Bayley ahead of her tag team match at Wrestlemania. Of course she'll be facing off against Sinn and Abadaon in a tag team match with her - well, I'm not sure if they're officially official yet, so let's just say her good pal Rick Rude.

Graves: What a travesty that an all-time great Intercontinental Champion is spending the biggest night of the year tagging with this ditz against literal freakshows.

Phillips: Bayley and Rude have found themselves wrapped up in the collateral damage of Kyle O'Reilly and Vincent's feud, but I think its become a lot more personal since this match was announced a few weeks ago. Sinn has stated that his team isn't looking to wrestle so much as commit a massacre on the Grandest Stage of 'em All, and whether or not his title on the line, you can bet The Ravishing One is going to let that sort of trash talk go unaddressed.


Climbing up the stairs and stepping through the ropes, Bayley finds herself a spot in the center of the ring and lifts that mic to talk at the UWF Universe.

Bayley: People... I gotta level with ya. Things haven't been so great for The "Good Guy" these past few weeks. Maybe even these past few months. I dunno, it's... it's kinda hard to say when its mostly just been one big blur of suck.

A couple supportive cheers ring out from the crowd. Bayley nods in acknowledgement then continues.

Bayley: If you would asked me at the start of the year if I thought things woulda played out the way they have... nah... nope... never woulda guessed it. But sometimes, hell, most times, things don't go according to plan, huh?



Bayley: It bums me out that I can't be ringside with my step-bro Kyle when he finally gets to take on Vincent in the kinda match where he can finish him off for good. It sucks chunks that I can't be enjoying that ride with - like maybe I coulda been out here tonight doing a Ding Dong, Hello! and doing Vince dirty like I did Stokely before Summerslam. That woulda been great. But for all the bad, there's some good, too, right? Cause yours truly is about to have her first ever WRESTLEMANIA MATCH!

Another pop from the crowd when The Doctor of Huganomics points up at the big WMXIII sign hanging from the rafters.

Bayley: That's right, people. Bayley on the Big Stage! First time evah! And what's more, I get to tag it up with a very, very good friend of mine. Y'all know who I mean. So let's bring the man out here! Ladies and gentlemen and everyone around and in between and besides that... lets give it up for the Intercontinental Champion... "Ravishing" Rick Rude!

She directs all attention towards the entrance ramp ahead of the IC Champ's arrival...



Phillips:There he is!  The man of the hour! The man with the power! Too sweet to be sour--

Graves:Jesus Christ, Phillips. This isn't Randy Savage!

Rude saunters down the ramp, Bischoff in tow while holding the Intercontinental championship. The two waste no time entering the ring. Once inside the ring, Rude grabs the hand of Bayley and places a kiss upon it while Bischoff gets a microphone. Bayley blushes and begins fanning herself immediately. Rude takes the microphone from Bischoff's hand, gives a wink to Bayley and holds up the microphone.

Rude: Bayley, always a marvelous introduction and always an absolute pleasure to share a ring, among other things with you.

Rude winks slyly at Bayley before turning to face Ranallo at ringside.

Rude:And just in case you've forgotten, Ranallo...the feed is live backstage and I heard every word of that.

Graves: HAHA! YES! GET HIM, RICK!

Rude turns his attention back to Bayley.

Rude: While there may be a fool at the commentary table who is obsessed with applying labels to things, we're not going to let that get in our way, are we? Speaking of fools, what a duo we find ourselves facing up against in just a matter of days. I don't doubt our ability to take them on, take them out behind the shed, and put them down and out of their own, as well as anyone that they come into contact with's misery. However, I do want to point out that it isn't your fault that you're not ringside for Kyle's big match. While I could say that we could slide on down to the ring after our victory over Vincent's lot, I've got a surprise for my girl.

Rude raises his eyebrows a few times and slides his hand into his pocket. Bayley nervously bites her lip to conceal the smile that is breaking out across her face.

Graves: Oh my god...is he going to do what I think he is?!

Phillips: Maybe I summoned something whenever I did the Macho Man thing...

Graves: Don't do it, Rick!  You're too big to be tied down!

Rude's hands slides out of his pocket and he retrieves three slips of paper. Bayley looks a bit disappointed, but curious all the same.

Rude: Three ringside tickets for Wrestlemania. One for me, one for you, and one for our third wheel, Eric.

Bayley squeals in excitement and leaps onto Rick, latching her legs around his waist as she gives reason to her being the Doctor of Huganomics.

Graves: Ranallo, I'd be ashamed of myself if I were the one that put that thought out there that Rick was about to propose!

Ranallo: You were the one who suggested it?

Graves: Oh. Well, this is awkward.

Rude: I told you months ago that you would be ringside for it, and I am a man of my word if nothing else. So, we will win our match then after we go to celebrate, we will come back to ringside and watch Kyle's match as close as we can get to the ring. Only thing about that is, dealing with those two clowns that we find ourselves--

SURPRISE INTERRUPTION! The titantron fires up and a song never before heard in the UWF rings through the PA...



The Insane Clown Posse come out on to the stage, getting a pop from the contingent of Juggalos who are present at every single wrestling show ever, but receiving everything from confused indifference to straight up vitriol from the members of the audience who graduated high school.


Graves: Is security on Spring Break or something? How did these guys even get backstage?

Ranallo: Excellent question, Corey. I believe protocols are a bit more relaxed for these Rebellion events - if memory serves, there was an email about it.

Graves: I never read company emails.

Phillips: WOOP WOOP!


Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope saunter on down to the squared circle, rolling in to join the party. They've brought some microphones and even under all that make-up, they don't look too happy.



S2D: YO! We gotta talk.

VJ: You two bitches have been running your mouths about us non-stop for weeks and its about time you got checked for it.

Rick and Bayley exchange confounded glances.

Bayley: Guess you guys are a little upset about us invoking your name to trash talk Sinn and Abadon, huh? Okay. Fair enough. Our bad. If I knew that you guys had TVs in your crackhouse trailers and were watching, maybe I would've dialed it back. But you're gonna wanna do yourself a favour and 180 right back up that ramp to Clown Town before I smack the make-up right off both your dumb ugly faces.

The ICP boys shake their heads.

S2D: Nah nah nah nah... its too late to go back now.

VJ: We're gonna teach you two a lesson you're never gonna forget! Lets get a Referee down here!

On cue, an Official hustles down the ramp. No complaints from Rude or Bayley - even if they weren't planning on competing tonight, they're game-ready 24/7. Bischoff takes Rick's title and heads on down to ringside while Bayley and Shaggy 2 Dope go out to the apron. The Ref calls for the bell moments after sliding under the ropes and into the ring.


DING DING


Violent J gets his hands up like he's ready for a fist fight. Rude rubs a hand over his face, already exhausted by this silly affair. When the ICP member rushes in at him, the IC Champ grabs a hold of him and whips him down to the mat with a headlock takeover. He gives a little extra squeeze before letting go and standing back up, condescendingly asking the Clown if that's the best he's got.


Phillips: You never know what you're going to get at Rebellion!

Ranallo: The ICP are about as much of an unknown as Sinn and Abadon are as a team - this might be the perfect warm-up match for Rude and Bayley before the big night.

Graves: Asking Rick Rude to wrestle a white trash rapper is like asking Gordon Ramsay to cook a Big Mac.


Violent J springs to his feet and runs at Rude again. He throws a reckless lariat at the Ravishing One, who easily dodges beneath the arm. The force spins J around, allowing Rick to snag him from behind, hoist him up, and mess up his tail bone with the Atomic Drop. Maybe the reverse one. Can't remember which way is which.

Jay stumbles forward towards his home corner, where he tags his partner. Shaggy 2 Dope vaults himself over the ropes. He marches straight up to Rick and chops him across his muscular chest. "OOOOH" says the crowd. Clearly a big mistake. The expression on the Champ's face suggests as much, too.

When Shaggy goes for a follow-up, Rick catches his wrist and twists his arm around at an awkward angle, making him cry out in pain. Rude shakes his head at the Clown then knees hum in the tummy to double him over. Now that his opponent is winded, Rude takes the neck, spins around and drops him with a savage Rude Awakening.


Ranallo: This one is over already!

Graves: Who would've thought?

Phillips: You never know, guys. ICP might have some Miracles up their sleeve

Graves: Get out Go. Leave the table. You're grounded. I don't wanna see you again till Backlash at the earliest.


Though the pin is right there, Rude gets up and tags in Bayley, offering her the honour. She tag the tag, climbs the buckle, and enters the ring in style - coming off the top with a Flying Elbow Drop!

She lands the aerial maneuver flush to Shaggy 2 Dope's heart. Violent J hurries back into the ring to break it up, but Rude shuts that down with a rolling elbow to his head, followed by another Rude Awakening.

Bayley shoots the half as the Ref counts it...



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DING DING

YOUR WINNERS...
RICK RUDE AND BAYLEY!


Bayley gets up quick cause she doesn't wanna be making physical contact with that guy any longer than she absolutely has to. She high-fives her partner, and while Eric is coming into the ring with the Intercontinental belt, The "Good Guy" calls for some Faygo's. Of course, Tom Phillips has some on hand, and he passes them up like a couple of Steveweisers. Bayley cracks 'em open and rattlesnakes the diabetes-inducing sodas, then takes what's left in the canisters and dumps the neon fluid all over the flattened Posse, adding insult to injury.


Ranallo: Faygo Bath for the ICP!

Graves: Jesus Christ Phillips, do you always have that stuff with you?

Phillips: Usually, yeah.

Ranallo: I'm a hundred percent certain that Sinn and Abadon will be pose a much bigger and more dangerous threat at Wrestlemania, but that was a dominant performance by Rick Rude and Bayley in their first tag team match together.


The team continues to celebrate in the ring while Rebellion rolls on!









It has been one hell of a battle between Eddie Kingston and Finn Balor. Both men have battered one another to the point of exhaustion and the crowd where firmly on the side of Eddie Kingston, like him or hate him, they just did not want Finn Balor winning this match. Coming up to the end of the match, Eddie Kingston had Finn Balor back against the ropes, laying into him like a wild beast who could sense the end was near, it was as if blood was in the air and Eddie Kingston knew he had this match in his hands, Eddie Kingston goes for one more strike, but Finn Balor pushes him backwards and then runs for a clothesline, but Eddie Kingston moves out of the way and Finn Balor takes out the referee!

Eddie Kingston then hits a dropkick on Finn Balor and the demon prince hits the mat, but rolls out of the ring. He lands on his hands and knees and right away he starts to look under the ring for a weapon. Eddie Kingston then backs up in the ring and then runs and comes over the top ropes for a dive, but Finn Balor moves, but to the shock of the crowd Eddie Kingston hits the ground and hits it hard, but was right back up, but as he turns around, Finn Balor drives the sledgehammer he took from under the ring right into his gut.

He then throws it away and yanks Eddie Kingston up and rolls him into the ring. Finn Balor then grins and rolls into the ring and yanks Eddie Kingston up, but Eddie Kingston starts to lash out on Finn Balor with hard strikes, he then locks up with Finn Balor and looks to set up his finisher, but Finn Balor breaks free and out of nowhere connects with the Super Kick! Finn Balor then spins him around and hits the 1916 before he drops down and makes the cover.

1!

2!!

3!!!

“Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this contest, FINN BALOR!”

The crowd would start to boo right away as Finn Balor stands up. He has the biggest grin you ever did see plastered all over his face. He stands over the fallen body of Eddie Kingston and looks down at him in disgust. The referee then takes his hand and raises it upwards in victory, but Finn Balor yanks it back and shoves the referee out of the way. This was his victory, his moment, no one else's. He raises an arm up and lets out a laugh as the crowd start to boo him for what he had done. You would be shocked to see that the smirk did not fade, instead it grew wider and wider with each chant. Finn Balor then moved and rolled out of the ring and walked towards the announcer’s desk. He leans over it and snatches a microphone and then turns around to address the crowd.



“You are booing me? You really mean that? Do you have any idea what you are saying, that what you are chanting means nothing to me? How do I look stupid? I won my bloody match. I just kicked Eddie Kingston head clean off and made him look like the little weak fool he is. All you people here, you look stupid. Each and every single one of you are stupid for believing for a second that I was not going to win this match. That somehow someone as weak as Eddie Kingston was going to defeat me. It would be laughable if it was not so pathetic. I mean you all gave him false hope, your little chants gave him the hope he did not deserve, you all made him believed he had a chance, when he had no chance at all. So, to say that I look stupid, the man who won the match, the man who is still standing, smiling and claiming a major victory before the biggest show of the year, it makes me smile, it really does. This night, it does not belong to Eddie Kingston, that much is clear, it belongs to one person and only one person, it belongs to me!”

He would go to place the microphone down, but the crowd would keep booing him, so he stood there and just smirked at them, he even folded his arms for a moment to wait until they were finished and when it started to die down he licked his lips and looked around the crowd and decided that he had a few more words to say before he departed.

“I want this match here, this beating I gave that sorry excuse for a wrestler in that ring to be a message. I want everyone in this company, be it man, hell even woman, or the idiots in charge to take notice. What happened tonight, this beating I gave this man was just a small sample of things to come. I have been looked down for far too long now and enough is enough. I have been pushed to the side when over the hill and injury prone losers like LA Knight and Drew get to main event and fight for championships. Where is my championship match? Where is my reward for everything I have done? For killing Eddie Kingston? For breaking that little fools’ spirit. For putting everyone who has come up against me into their place. I deserve everything this company has to offer. I am the best wrestler here and I will get what I want. People don't give a rat ass about people like LA Knight and Drew. Deny it all you want, but all you people here and the millions watching live, you all tuned in to see Finn Balor, you all tuned in to see my victory and to see my rise to the top, heh, that's the truth of the matter, that is the facts. This show, this company it is all about me, no one else matters and with that thought in your head – come Wrestlemania, I’ll become the champion I deserve to be!”

His theme music then blasts out of the sound system as he throws the microphone over the table and right at the announcers. He raises his arms outwards and slants his head backwards and lets out a loud and powerful scream as the crowd boo. He said what he wanted to say, he said the truth, this show, it was all about him and now with another victory under his belt, especially on a show such as this, things where indeed going in his favour, UWF was indeed all about the Irish Prince, Finn Balor!




--The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a black screen, lightening up with a figure standing staring down at this shadow on the ground--



The mouth is the origin of disasters. From the mouths of your heroes will spew lies they perpetuate, from the mouths of the powerful come words without a second thought that effect the world around them beyond their comprehension. Every year we have one man outlast an entire roster of people to point at a sign and promise he will become champion, while that champion promises to remain at the top of the mountain for the foreseeable future. Every year one becomes a liar, who must live with the weight of their broken promise hanging over them forever. From their own mouths they place upon themselves a burden they may never recover from, all because they failed to watch what they say. They bring their own disaster, but it is nothing compared to what I bring. I choose my words very carefully, and my promises won't be broken. What I promise, is a beautiful disaster.

--Revolution continues elsewhere--




We come back to Rebellion with announcer Corey Graves already in the ring. 



Corey Graves: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Rebellion. I am here at behest of UWF management to oversee the official contract signing for this Sunday's WrestleMania Main Event, which will see "The Destroyer" Drew McIntyre defend the UWF Championship against the brash and ever confident LA Knight. I will be beinging both men to the ring and we will start with the Challenger. He is the winner of the 2024 Royal Rumble Match, LA Knight!

L...A....Knight!



"Welcome to LA" starts and the arena gets loud. It's not a positive reaction; it's not a negative reaction, but it is deafening none the less. Here is the Number One Contender to the UWF Championship and the man that hopes to put Drew McIntyre in his place once and for all this Sunday. This is LA Knight. Per usual, Knight is full of nothing but confidence and swagger. The crowd is electric as Knight marches down the ramp straight to the ring, talking trash all along the way.



As he reaches the ring, Knight leaps onto the apron before scaling to the top rope and throwing up the hand signal that he's become famous for.



Knight leaps down and has a seat at the table that's been set up for tonight's festivities as his music fades.

Corey Graves: And now for the Champion. Your reigning, defending, Undisputed UWF Champion "The Destroyer" Drew McIntyre!



The crowd mood doesn't exactly lift as "Wish It Away" by Psycho Dalek begins to play around the arena and Drew McIntyre walks out onto the stage at a steady pace. Accompanied by Stokely Hathaway, the UWF Champion takes a moment to take in the surroundings before lifting the title belt into the air to a mostly negative reaction. As Hathaway looks to make his way down the ramp, McIntyre holds his arm out and stops him from advancing. The two have words which the cameras aren't able to pick up, and a few short moments later Hathaway makes a confident looking nod in acknowledgement before turning around to head back behind the curtain as McIntyre heads down the ramp on his own.

Tom Phillips: It looks like the UWF Champion is going to be conducting business tonight without the assistance of his associate.

Mauro Ranallo: It's a bold strategy Tom, let's see if it pays off for him.

McIntyre reaches the bottom of the ramp before climbing up the steel steps and walking across to the middle of the apron to enter the ring through the middle ropes.



The Scotsman only has eyes for the man that will be challenging him this weekend as the music fades out and he takes his seat at the table. With both competitors now present and the championship placed at the top for everyone to get a good look at, Graves precedes to get things underway.

Corey Graves: Now gentlemen, as you both know, we are here to make the UWF Championship Match legally official. I am hoping that this contract signing can go off without a hitch.

LA Knight: 'Ya hoping it goes off without a hitch? Something's telling me that 'ya have never seen a contract signing before in 'ya life. Well, L...A....Knight is going to do 'ya a little favor. 'Ya can save 'ya breath, fix 'ya hair, hell do one better and leave the ring. Because L...A....Knight doesn't need a moderator. 

An offended Graves does exit stage left. 

LA Knight: Now that we've gotten the side characters out the way...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

There's still a split reaction to one of Knight's trademark catchphrases. 

LA Knight: Everyone here knows that this contract signing is a mere formality. This match was official the second L...A....Knight proved the world wrong and won the Royal Rumble. This is something that a lot of people don't realize. Drew himself hasn't even realized it yet. He's already lost the UWF Championship. He lost it January Twenty-Ninth. Sure, that night, Drew may have defeated Vinny Marselgia but in the main event, when the lights shined brightest and Number Thirty entered the Royal Rumble, Drew's Championship reign was over. And for the last seven weeks, L...A....Knight has simply been allowing Drew to say his goodbyes to that title. Because in Seventy-Two hours, it's coming home where it belongs. 

LA Knight: Over the past seven weeks, both 'ya and L...A....Knight have said a lot of things. 'Ya think L..A....Knight is unfit to hold that title. L...A....Knight thinks 'ya so full of crap that the whites of 'ya eyes should be brown. But as far as L...A....Knight is concerned, the time for talking...is over. L....A....Knight has had seven weeks to talk. L...A....Knight has had seven weeks of fantasizing 'bout whoopin 'ya ass and taking the thing that means more to 'ya than anything else. L...A....Knight is done waiting. So here's what's 'bout to happen Champ. L...A....Knight is gonna sign that contract; L...A...Knight is going to flip this table and L...A....Knight is gonna give 'ya a preview of what 'ya can expect this Sunday.

And with that, Knight snatches the contract and signs it before tossing it back to the Champion.



Mauro Ranallo: There's the Challenger's signature. Now, we just need the Champion's and this Sunday's clash wull be binding. 

Before the Champion signs, he can only smirk as he grabs his microphone from off the table. 

Drew McIntyre: Having fun, are we?

There's no vocal response from Knight to the question, but his facial expression gives off a rather obvious "What do you think?" type look as McIntyre follows up with a more detailed response.

Drew McIntyre: I’ll give credit where it’s due. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than I initially believed you to be. Hell, if this were a marketing industry and Wrestlemania was the sales pitch then there’s no denying that your quota has been well and truly smashed. The only issue here is that for all you may have justified earning your place in the main event, all of that hard work you've put in still isn’t gonna grant you the big payday that you think you deserve. Already you’ve been trying to change the way the throne room looks whilst turning a blind eye to the fact that the king is still very much alive and continuing to rule with a rock solid iron fist.

There's almost a groan like response from most of the crowd in acknowledgement that there's some truth to what McIntyre is saying, and that for now he is still in the top spot despite Knight's earlier remarks that suggested otherwise.

Drew McIntyre: Now you could say that the biggest mistake I've made over the past several weeks has been to allow you effective free rein to say and do whatever you damn well please without the fear of immediate repercussion. But what some people see as a mistake, others see as smart strategy, because from the moment that Tyler Breeze's feet hit the ground first in January, I wanted you to enter into this journey with the belief that you were in complete control of the narrative and that victory at Wrestlemania was a surefire guarantee. Why exactly? Well let's just say that I've got more to gain satisfaction wise from beating someone that thinks they've got it all figured out over somebody that constantly thanks their lucky stars for being in the position that they are in. Those are the kind of calls that you get a say in when you're the longest running UWF Champion in recent memory, also recognized as a position of power that you will never get the chance to experience.

The split crowd reaction kicks in there as McIntyre takes a moment to gloss over the contract on the table before bringing his eyes back to his title challenger.

Drew McIntyre: It was never LA Knight's time. It will never be LA Knight's time, because Drew McIntyre's time is nowhere near being done. So if your plan is to try and go out with a bang tonight by wrecking this current setup that we're in, then go ahead and be my guest. Just make sure that you try and enjoy it as best you can though, because when that bell rings on Sunday, the only person here that'll be enjoying anything will be me, after I take everything that you've ever hoped and dreamed of and completely destroy it!

As McIntyre throws the microphone down to the side and picks up the pen in order to sign the contract, Knight interjects.

LA Knight: Blah, blah, blah, real riveting stuff. 'Ya think 'ya the first person to doubt L...A....Knight? There's an entire locker room praying for L...A....Knight's downfall this Sunday. And 'ya know what? It ain't but motivation to The Million Dollar Megastar. But like L...A....Knight said, all this talking is moot. I ain't tryna wait til WrestleMania!

And just like that, LA Knight does what he says and flips the table and charges the Champion. The quickness catches McIntyre off guard and Knight is able to take him down with a double leg. With the Number One Contender having the advantage, he rains down right hands directly onto the Champion. Drew covers up momentarily before swatting Knight off of him. Both men get to their feet at the same time and this time it's McIntyre that takes Knight down with a double leg. The Destroyer returns the favor and starts pummeling The Thursday Night Thriller with repeated blows to the top of the skull. 

Mauro Ranallo: This whole situation was a powder keg just waiting to explode!

Corey Graves: I've got to be honest, I'm kind of glad LA Knight kicked me out of the ring. I wouldn't want to even try to think about separating these two!

McIntyre and Knight roll around the ring; both men continue to counter and get the better of one another for brief spurts. The hard camera cuts to the stage and we can see about ten referees scampering down the aisle way. As they enter the ring, they all try and separate the two combatants. McIntyre is on offense at the moment and six referees immediately come in and use all of their might to pull the Champion off his rival. The officials drag McIntyre to the far corner as the other four zebras get Knight into the opposing corner.

Tom Phillips: Thank Godness! The officials were able to regain order of this situation. 

Out of nowhere, Drew breaks free from the refs and charges across the ring, hitting a Stinger Splash on Knight and the other officials.

Corey Graves: Well so much for that!

Drew continues throwing right hands as the referees try to pull him off again. This time, the Champion has had enough of the men in striped shirts. Every time one of them tries to stop him, Drew proceeds to throw an official through the ropes and to the floor. It's only a matter of time before he dispenses with the last official. But as he does, LA Knight attacks him from behind with an axe handle to the back of the head.

Mauro Ranallo: And this is what McIntyre has been talking about for weeks. LA Knight is an opportunist!

Corey Graves: LA Knight creates opportunites Mauro. There's a difference!

Tom Phillips: Didn't he just kick you out the ring?

Back to the action. That axe handle to the back of McIntyre's head drops the Champion. Knight begins laying the boots into McIntyre as he lays in the corner. After driving a considerable amount of his size 13's into the Champion's abdominal region, LA Knight decides he's had enough. He exits the ring and heads over to the timekeeper's area.

Mauro Ranallo: Now what?

Let the Number One Contender answer that question for you. He goes to the timekeepers area and grabs a steel chair before sliding it into the ring. Knight psychs himself up for his next attack, until he suddenly hears a roar...



Tom Phillips: Uh oh! Here comes the Wrecking Machine!!

Braun Strowman charges onto the stage and down the ramp before sliding into the ring just as Drew is starting to get to his feet and Knight is preparing to drop the him with a steel chair. Before Knight can deliver the knockout blow however, Braun punches the chair out of Knight's hands and sends it flying! Now, standing face to face with the Wrecking Machine, LA Knight isn't as confident as he once was. He can't poke him in the eye this time. Knight begins backing off, telling Strowman "Just calm down, big fella. We're all friends here." But The personal bodyguard of Stokely Hathaway isn't having any of that. Knight begs off, till he realizes he has nowhere to go. Then with zero hesitation, Strowman grabs LA Knight by the throat...

Corey Graves: LA Knight has been goozled!

Braun has Knight high in the air, preparing to deliver an unbelievable chokeslam. But before he can, someone clips him from behind with a chop block...'

Tom Phillips: Christopher Adonis!!

LA Knight's right hand comes to save his bacon. The chop block causes Strowman to drop LA Knight and he himself falls to a knee. The two dasterly heels begin laying fists and feet to Strowman, but Braun muscles both men away. He shoves LA Knight through the ropes and to the floor. Then as Adonis looks to attack, Braun swats him away with a chop to the chest!

Mauro Ranallo: That's got to be like getting his with a frying pan!

The echo of the chop radiates throughout the arena. It knocks the wind out of Adonis and allows Strowman to get to his feet. Once he does, Adonis charges in again, looking to strike. But Braun is ready for him. As Adonis gets close, Braun is able to scoop him off his feet and onto his shoulders. Braun wastes no time circling around the ring and dropping Adonis spine first onto the mat with a running Powerslam! Adonis immediately rolls to the floor as Braun stands tall and lets out a lion-like roar. Braun doesn't stand tall for long, because he fails to realize that LA Knight has grabbed the chair from earlier and snuck back into the ring. It takes only a second for Knight to spin Strowman around and crack him over the head with the chair! 

Corey Graves: That was a Megastar sized Home Run!

LA Knight stands tall yet again. The boisterous loud mouth begins to jaw jack and celebrate. But he's forgotten someone. That someone has been watching everything transpire. That someone is now locked and loaded, ready to strike. That someone is the UWF Champion! Knight continues to celebrate. But that would be his downfall. The same way Braun Strowman turned around into a steel chair shot, LA Knight turns around. But it's not a chair that's waiting for him. It's a charging Destroyer that comes right at him and delivers a vicious Claymore Kick!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! The Claymore heard around the world!!

The arena erupts. Drew McIntyre just laid out LA Knight. The Champion's music begins to play. He is handed his title and stands tall with it as the bodies lay all around him.

Corey Graves: On our final stop on the Road to WrestleMania, Drew McIntyre has made the most empathetic statement yet! UWF is Destroyer Territory!

Rebellion goes off the air with Drew continuing to pose with his Championship.







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Great job to everyone that put the work in to make this happen. Mania is right around the corner. Wishing everyone good luck