Wrestlemania XIII

[Danny]

And now UWF presents...



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 Wrestlemania XIII! 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 the 13th annual Wrestlemania! I'm Mauro Ranallo here with my broadcast partners Tom Phillips and former International Champion Corey Graves!

Corey Graves: It's the biggest night in UWF and what better way tot celebrate than a clash of absolute titans in our main event! Royal Rumble winner LA Knight vs the most dominate champion in years, Drew McIntyre.

Tom Phillips: Almost all the gold is on the line tonight, and The Mighty Caleb will have a hell of a fight in store for him when he defends the Televison Championship in a 5 way match.

Mauro Ranallo: The new Intercontinental Champion will be teaming with Bayley to take on The Collapse. Rude just won the championship a few weeks ago and opted to team with Bayley to make sure O'Reilly has a fair fight later tonight.

Corey Graves: And let's not forget the most prestigious title, the Forever Championship. Sami will easily defend it but Owens doesn't even deserve to have a shot, that's why it's not on the line tonight.

Mauro Ranallo:Plus the drama between Roman Reigns, Tyler Breeze and Tommaso Ciampa gets settled tonight. I can see whoever wins that match being next in line for the world title.

Corey Graves: Any three would be a great choice rather than the sideshow act we're going to see tonight between Vincent and Kyle O'Reilly.

Tom Phillips: This match has been years in the making and now the two will finally settle it in what's sure to be a brutal all out war.

Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of brutal all out war, the stage is now set for the first match. A First Blood between two men that started with a simply comment made. Now they'll look to tear each other open. Let's head down to the ring!




As the anticipation reaches its peak at WrestleMania, The atmosphere is electric. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of helicopter blades fills the air, signaling the arrival of a true superstar. The crowd all turn their heads up to see...

Tom Phillips: "What's this a Helicopter flying into the Raymond James Stadium..."

Corey Graves: "Isn't this going to increase our insurance?"



High above the stadium, a sleek black helicopter adorned with "Swerve Energy" and neon descends gracefully, casting a dramatic shadow over the crowd below. The audience watches in awe as the chopper hovers above the entrance ramp, its presence commanding attention. Inside the helicopter, Swerve Strickland opens the door revealing himself to the Wrestlemania faithful. He exudes confidence as he prepares for what's to come...

Mauro Ranallo: "That's Swerve! He sure knows how to make an entrance and the sale of Swerve Energy will be through the roof!"

As the helicopter touches down on the entrance ramp, Swerve emerges from the helicopter, his presence captivating the audience, pyrotechnics explode in a dazzling display of light and color, heralding Swerve's arrival. All on cue "Big Pressure" begins to blare throughout the stadium...





Tony Chimel: "On his way to the ring... He is Swerve Strickland!"

Cameras flash and fans clamor for a glimpse of Swerve, As he takes his step towards the ring. The energy is palpable as Swerve basks in the adulation of the crowd, his aura unmistakable. Reaching ringside, Swerve ascends the steel steps with purpose, his focus unwavering. As he steps through the ropes and into the ring, He leans back and arms out he announces "WHOSE HOUSE"...

"SWERVE'S HOUSE"

With the stage set and the world watching, Swerve stands tall in the center of the ring, WrestleMania has truly begun, and Swerve Strickland is poised to steal the show.



“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: The following contest is a First Blood match. 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.

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Before things get underway, there’s one final announcement to be made…


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that this contest is now for the Prime Time Medal!


There’s a big pop from the Mania crowd as the stakes for this match just got a little higher.


LET BATTLE COMMENCE!


In what has become a deeply personal affair, Swerve starts things off by making sure that his voice is heard by mouthing obscenities across the ring, whilst Orton on the other hand is just standing in silence, taking it all in and contently waiting for his moment to attack. It’s the King of Swerve-style that looks to make the first move by darting across the mat to deliver a quick strike, but Orton reads the threat and counters with a kick to the gut before following up with a number of right hooks to the side of the head. One catches Swerve hard and knocks him down to the mat, but his in-ring savvy prompts him to roll out of the ring underneath the bottom rope in order to catch some breathing room. Orton however is keen to ensure that he doesn’t get it and so follows to the outside, but Swerve is on hand to catch him out with a strike of his own before grabbing a hold of the Viper and smacking his head off the steel ring steps. As he looks to seize control of the match by doing it a second time, Orton thwarts the attempt by driving his elbow into Swerve’s gut before grabbing a hold of him by the back of the neck and hurling him into the ring technician’s area.


Mauro Ranallo: A reminder here. Count-outs and pinfalls are a no go. The only way for one man to emerge victorious is to make the other man bleed. Simple as that.

Corey Graves: It might be simple, but it certainly won’t be pretty!


Things look like they could be getting worse for Swerve as he finds himself tangled up in some cables that were lying around in the tech area. It suits Orton to a tee though as he comes in and immediately starts to pull at some of the cables before wrapping a handful of them around Swerve’s arm and neck. The Apex Predator begins to pull at the cables with all his might and a helpless Swerve can only yell out in agony as there’s seemingly no way out. Just as it looks as though he's beginning to fade, the referee makes the call to interject in order to remind Orton that he can’t win the match this way. As such, Orton releases his grip of the cables and pulls Swerve out of the mess before picking him up and smashing his head off of the announcer’s desk. Swerve manages to stay on his feet but ends up staggering across the floor to the ring barricade. Orton’s predator nature knows no limit as he grabs a hold of his opponent and pulls him across to the other set of ring steps, but instead of smacking his head off of them he instead decides to try and force it down onto the corner in order to try and open up a flesh wound that way. Just as it looks as though contact is about to be made, Swerve manages to break free, but Orton responds by throwing him back first into the barricade. The King of Swerve-style is now in a much more vulnerable seated position and Orton looks to take advantage of this by pulling the ring steps apart and wielding the top half as a weapon. As Orton grabs hold of the now free chunk of heavy metal, he knows exactly what he wants to do with them as he turns around and launches them directly at where his opponent is sitting. The loud bang can be heard all around the arena as the barrier can be seen vibrating in some sections, but on closer inspection it’s observed that Swerve was able to roll out of the way right before the steps made contact.


Tom Phillips: Good god! Orton just about took Swerve’s head off by throwing those steps like a damn shot put!


Orton can be seen laughing somewhat maniacally, perhaps indicating that he’s glad Swerve got out of the way so that the punishment can continue, but as he goes to pick his nemesis up and pulls him across to the ring post in order to try and use that as a means of inflicting damage, Swerve ducks underneath and grabs a hold of Orton’s arm before yanking it through the gap so that his pectoral muscle connects with the solid steel. As Orton puts his spare arm over the area that just took the impact, Swerve uses both of his hands to then smack the side of Orton’s head off the post this time. Whilst it does knock him off his feet, it hasn’t opened up a cut in this instance, meaning that the match continues. Sensing that he can’t let his rival regain control, Swerve picks him up before throwing him into the bottom half of the steel steps that were left when Orton initially took them apart. Orton now appears a tad dazed as Swerve picks him up and rolls him back into the ring before hitting him with several stomps that keep him grounded. The Tacoma native seems to know though that it’ll take more than that to keep him down though, and with impressive strength on show he hauls Orton up in a quick motion and plants him back down with a JML Driver. As some of the Mania crowd show their appreciation for the way the move was executed, Swerve gets back up and heads across to the corner in order to remove one of the pads from the turnbuckle.


Mauro Ranallo: Well under normal circumstances the official would step in to prevent Swerve from taking the ring apart, but in this instance they’ve gotta accept that things are gonna get broken.

Tom Phillips: I will say that it was pretty brave of them to step in and stop Orton from doing more damage with those cables!


With the pad ripped off and tossed away, Swerve goes back to Orton and hauls him up to his knees. As he looks to execute a chop, Orton gets his arms up to make the block, and the two then exchange a flurry of back and forth hits. Before The Viper can find a way back up to his feet though, Swerve pulls him up with two hands of his own accord before pulling him across to the corner and smacking his head off the exposed turnbuckle. Orton falls back and is seen clutching his head, prompting the referee to check and see if blood has been drawn. As he pulls Orton's hands away and sees that the wound wasn’t fatal, the match is allowed to continue and Swerve quickly follows up by hitting Orton with a flurry of right hooks directly to the forehead. Despite the hits, Orton’s face isn’t turning red, and the frustration is starting to show from Swerve who responds by driving his right knee into the side of Orton’s skull which drops him down to the mat in a heap. The King of Swerve-style will not be deterred in his efforts to prove his superiority though as he drags the battered Apex Predator up and pulls him across to the exposed turnbuckle once more. Swerve goes to smash his opponent's head off the exposed metal once again, but this time Orton is able to get his leg up onto the middle rope in order to stop the attack and keep the match alive. The resurgence completely catches Swerve off guard and Orton follows up by pushing him back first into the exposed corner. The painful yell can be heard all around Raymond James as Orton flips his opponent round and returns the favor from earlier by drilling his head off the exposed turnbuckle. The impact doesn’t open Swerve up but does send him staggering across the ring and in a seeming state of not knowing where he is. He soon knows exactly where he is though as he shakes his head, turns around and walks right into Orton’s Snap Scoop Slam.


Corey Graves: I’ll admit, these two guys are made of something else.

Tom Phillips: You can’t help feeling that it may well take something truly brutal or emphatic to bring an end to this one.


After pacing around the canvas for a few seconds, it quickly becomes apparent as to what Orton’s next intended move is as he drops down and begins to pound the mat with his fists, begging his opponent to get back up. The head of Swerve Enterprises slowly returns to his feet, but as he turns around and sees the crouched Viper waiting to pounce, he effectively dives across the mat and straight to the outside, denying Orton the chance to connect with the RKO. The St Louis native isn’t going to let that lie however and goes to follow him to the outside, but Swerve’s quick thinking allows him to pull a steel chair out from underneath the apron. As Orton rolls out of the ring, Swerve gets up and swings the chair with full force, only Orton reads it and ducks out the way, forcing chair to connect directly with ring post instead. The vibrations force Swerve to drop the weapon, and Orton uses the opportunity to throw him into the barricade with force. Swerve ends up in a face down position on the ground and Orton already has his next move in mind as he takes several big steps backwards. As the King of Swerve-style gets up onto his knees, Orton looks to seize the moment and like a raging bull charges in to deliver the Punk Kick, but once again Swerve ducks out of the way, forcing Orton’s boot to connect directly with the barricade instead. The force of the impact can be heard several rows back as Orton falls and lets out a very painful sounding groan.


Mauro Ranallo: Orton may have just broken his foot trying to execute that Punt Kick.

Corey Graves: I’m genuinely not sure what hit the barricade harder, the steel steps or Orton’s boot. Either way, Swerve has managed to avoid two very nasty predicaments tonight.


Both men look to return to their feet with Orton slowly getting up whilst trying to soothe the pain in his foot and leg and Swerve looking to grab hold of the steel chair again. The two rivals get back to a standing position and turn to face each other, but it’s the sound of metal connecting with skin that’s heard this time as Swerve successfully smashes the chair off of Orton’s skull this time. The Viper collapses to the ground, however as the referee goes over to inspect, there’s still no sign of a cut, meaning the match must go on. Swerve seems to have an attitude of “whatever” about him as he hauls Orton up and rolls him back into the ring. Before following though, he takes a walk around the ringside area and spots a handful of fans in the front row enjoying some beers. They’re having a good time of it, have obviously paid big money for their tickets and appear to be freely drinking out of real glass bottles instead of plastic cups, but Swerve isn’t interested in their fun as he grabs one of the bottles from them before reentering the ring. The bottle appears half drunk but Swerve doesn’t spill a drop as he stands over Orton who is once again slowly getting back up to his feet. The Apex Predator doesn’t seem to have clocked what his opponent has in his hands though, but it quickly becomes apparent as Swerve lifts the bottle up and takes a swig of the contents before bringing it down with full force and smashing it across Orton’s head.


Mauro Ranallo: Ohhhh!!! What a devastating shot!!


Orton falls into a heap once again as Swerve stands tall over him. The referee goes to inspect the situation and observes that in amongst the broken glass lies a cut on Orton’s head from where the glass made its impact. With blood now gushing out of the open wound, the bell is then called for.


HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW PRIME TIME MEDAL HOLDER, SWERVE STRICKLAND!




Once it dawns on him that it’s over, Swerve heads straight for the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope to raise his arms up in victory as the referee calls for a trainer to help Orton out.


Tom Phillips: It seems we were both right on this occasion, Corey. It wasn’t pretty, and it ended up taking a brutal shot to seal the deal.

Corey Graves: That it did, and now Swerve has both victory in the war and the Prime Time Medal in his possession. That’s what you call a good night.


Speaking of the medal, Prince Nana has shown up and has the medal in his hand as he enters the ring. The referee notices this and tries to take it off of him in order to make the handover official, but Nana pays no attention to him as Swerve drops down to the mat and is presented with the medal by his confidant. He raises it into the air with his right arm as Nana dances alongside him, reaffirming that it’s a good night to be part of Swerve Enterprises.




We go backstage where Tyler Breeze is staring into his phone as usual, admiring his gorgeous features as he begins to speak.



Tyler Breeze: Hello everyone...Tyler Breeze here. Over the past couple of months uggos and dumb dumbs have made me so...angry that...flames...on the side of my face. Normally, duh why would I care about the publics opinion. But there's one thing I cannot stand. And that is being ignored, after defeating the Wrestlemania Main Event multiple times you would think people would learn to respect my name. But over these past few months people have stopped talking about Tyler Breeze and started talking about TomuchofA Chumpa winning a match for once in his life. They are talking about Leakee Lames spearing DOmos, or Paul Heyman and Solo Sikoa. Whatever you can think off besides...Tyler Breeze and that is no good. I am the main reason to watch, I am the definition of Delish, and what was all this for anyways? Lames wanted to get some kinda payback because I gave his family Money that he wasn't providing as the head of the table, Chumpa wants to get psycho on us because I held him by the hand and led him to victory. I honestly can't understand why an0yone is even against me.

Alexa Bliss steps into frame, closing her fist with a smile on her face as she looks up at Breeze.



Alexa Bliss: Easy, Jealousy. But let them all be jealous, because that is what fuels our fire. People take one look at you and they know they can never be what you are, and it makes them upset and want to belittle you. Now was I a little upset that I wasn't privy to this deal you had with Paul Heyman? Sure, but with time to process it all. I understand completely, you hire the best for what they can bring to you. I'm here to manage your life, while Heyman was being paid for some insight. And now look at what it's brought for you, the opportunity to have your name be the top billed one on this show. Because with all you've accomplished already, there will be no more deniability possible after tonight. Everyone that people are talking about has fallen to you, be it: Vincent, Kyle O'Reilly, LA Knight, Drew McIntyre, hell even Ciampa has a buzz around him after what he's done to the UWF Champion and you've beaten him before as well. Tonight you beat both Roman and Tommaso, and it will open the door towards your future in UWF.

Tyler Breeze: A future, paved in gold. Because as promised, after tonight I will become the belt hunter. Once I've made short work of Lames and Chumps, I will be destined for greatness...I will be set to become a champion of champions. Everyone knows it takes determination, hard work, perseverence...and more importantly...it takes being absolutely gorgeous to be a True champion. We haven't had a True champion in a long long while, but worry not Wanna-Breezes. Because Tyler Breeze shall cure everyone of their Breeze-withdrawals. And that's by taking my spotlight back tonight, and making the rest of this year my Era of Gorgeousness. But before we get to that, I did get each and every one of you a gift...And it's getting to look at me, walk away.

Breeze does a model 180 turn on his heel and walks away as Bliss smirks and looks into the camera.

Alexa Bliss: Tyler Breeze, is about to take over.




The cameras fade to black before the sound of creaking wood can be heard and a dim flame lights the scene. In the middle of this scene, with his back to the camera is the Television Champion, The Mighty Caleb, he has runes written down the back of his bald skull, running down his neck, he can be heard murmuring to himself.

The Mighty Caleb: Allfather I stand humbly before you as your chosen warrior of the realm, I come to you seeking strength, seeking guidance. I wish for you to make my steel as sharp as the teeth of the Fenriswolf. I wish to have your foresight all father, to see those who wish to strike me so I may strike them first. I wish for the strength of Thor and his mighty hammer Mjolnir so I may strike down my opponents no matter how many there are. And I stand before you Odin, mighty all father I call upon your wisdom, might and power to protect me in my battles and offer me Valhalla if I shall fall. I long to feast among your mightiest warriors should this day be my last. With your blessings I will stride forth upon the shores of Tampa, Florida to conquer all who stand before me, to claim my victory on this realm's greatest battlefield...

Caleb turns to face the camera, his eyes almost glowing with excitement for the battle ahead.



The grandaddy of them all... Wrestlemania.

The camera fades into thundering waves and cloudy rain soaked sky as we are in the middle of the ocean. The scene lingers for a short while on a patch of fog in the distance until soon a Dragon ship comes sailing through the fog, standing on it's bow now is The Mighty Caleb, draped in a red cape with a mighty axe in his hand which he points at land. The clouds part to reveal sunny skies and calm seas as land reaches sight to the frenzied Caleb who swings his axe in the air as his ship seemingly moves forward by the will of the Gods alone.

To Florida we go!, to battle we sail! - onwards to Wrestlemania! SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!









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

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, Making his way to the ring from Pensacola, Florida being accompanied by Solo Sikoa. The Tribal Chief Roman Reigns!

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

The lights in the arena go down turning a dark blue, after a few seconds a spotlight hits the stage shining on Alexa Bliss standing center stage.



Alexa Bliss: Ladies and Gentleman, Tyler Breeze is entering the building.



The three time MTV Euro Award winning music video begins to play on the titantron, as the sounds of camera flashes fill the arena. We get a shot of the infamous, and still so totally in, furry boots strutting across the stage before they line up. Once the theme hits Breeze does a perfect turn to the crowd with one of his signature looks, allowing them a gaze upon him for a few moments before his attention is turned to the phone in his hand as he stares at his image on his phone. Breeze cocks an eyebrow and points at his forhead, to which Bliss immediately uses her metal hand accessory as a comb to brush the hair into place for him. As this happens, behind Breeze and Bliss lumbers out the Colossal Omos, hidden in the shadow of Breezes spotlight so seeming like a giant shadowy figure behind the Gorgeous one. Breeze begins to walk down to the ring with Bliss keeping up and Omos following behind him.



Tony Chimel: Weighing at 204 pounds, from his Seasonal Residence in Monte Carlo, Monaco: Tyler Breeze!

Tyler struts down to the bottom of the stage and pauses, looking around at his 'adoring' fans. As he pauses Bliss continues walking around the ring. Breeze follows her around as Omos walks the opposite side and to the steel steps. Bliss jumps up on the ring apron and stands there as Breeze arrives, Bliss holds onto the ropes and twirls her legs back through the ropes, at the same time Breeze leans against the ring apron and spins his feet beneath the bottom rope to twirl to his side on the ring apron as Bliss lands in the ring twisting herself all the way in before she steps up on the bottom rope and leans over the top posing as Breeze relaxes on the ring apron staring at his phone. Behind them walks up Omos who is so giant he merely stands behind Alexa who is standing on the bottom rope and is still towering over them with his arms crossed. Bliss bounces herself off the bottom rope and Breeze rolls into the ring. Omos steps over the top rope and to the ring apron as Breeze walks the ring and turns to the hard camera just in time to mouth along with his song the line this is perfection "Personified". Once done he backs up into the corner and stays lovingly staring at his phone, as he kicks his feet up in the air and lays across the ropes like a hammock. Breeze gets off the ropes continually staring into his phone, Bliss snaps her fingers and Omos reaches over to delicately take Breezes designer vest off of him and step off the ring apron as Bliss gets hold of the phone in Breezes hand, holding it in place so Breeze can still keep looking at himself before Breeze simply turns to his opponent and Bliss immediately puts the phone away and steps out of the ring.

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


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



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


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


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DING DING DING

The bell rings, Roman affixes his gauntlets as Ciampa is pulling on the ropes while stepping forward holding himself back from rushing in while Breeze is still laying across his own corner staring into his phone. More concerned about his hair than the two competitors in front of him, the referee himself goes to him and tells him to get off the ropes to start this match up properly. Breeze waves him off and snaps his fingers, signaling for Omos to pull himself up onto the apron and step over the ropes into the ring.

Corey Graves: Well looks like Tyler is tagging out of this one.
Tom Phillips: This isn’t a tag team match.

Omos steps up and Solo Sikoa slides into the ring and gets in front of Roman to stare him down with his thumb at the ready threatening him to step up. Now that both men are in the ring, Oba Femi takes the cue to climb up and enter the ring himself. Smacking his chest at both men in front of him, Omos raising an eyebrow looking down at him.

Mauro Ranallo: This is not the Triple Threat we were expecting, but it is quite the meaty appetizer.
Corey Graves: We witnessed how big this Oba Femi is at Rebellion, but damn is it a sobering sight to see even that huge monster compared to the Colossus Omos.

Oba Femis shows no fear and goes for the attack but is stopped by Omos’ giant hand grabbing him by the throat, Omos muttering to him in anger if he’s seriously challenging him before he catches Solo coming in by the throat as well. The Nigerian Giant holds both of them in his grasp until Femi uses both his arms to hammer down onto his arm and break the grip, Oba follows up with a big clothesline across his Omos’ chest. The impact backs the giant up, making him let go of Solo from the shot that stumbles him back.

Corey Graves: Oh ho ho, Oba Femi just hit Omos as hard as I’ve ever seen anyone get hit and it just backed him up.

With Solo freed, he seems ready to strike but before he can Ciampa rushes in and pump kicks him on the side of the head knocking him down on the mat. While this occurs, Femi seems to grow in anger that Omos didn’t go down and he runs and hits the ropes to get some momentum behind his strike. This backfires as he walks right into an Omos big boot that knocks him down onto the mat, and right as Femi hits the mat Ciampa rushes Omos. Smacking him with open hand shots onto the chest and neck relentlessly attacking the giant, but this only grows his anger enough to make him grab Ciampa by the head with both hands to stop him. He goes to lift him up until Roman suddenly bursts out of the corner and leaps up hitting a Superman Punch onto Omos, making him groggy and letting go of Ciampa. Ciampa hits the ropes and rushes back in with a leaping knee right under his jaw, and Omos even more so now is dramatically waving his arms around looking ready to tumble over backing up onto the ropes. Oba Femi has gotten back to his feet, and he charges in a rage hitting a huge clothesline that tumbles Omos over the ropes and to the outside.

Mauro Ranallo: It took a series of shots but Omos is finally out of the ring, maybe we can properly start this match.

Oba Femi is waving his arms up in celebration of his great show of strength, this keeps him distracted from seeing Solo behind him who turns him around and then hits him with a Samoan Spike right onto the neck that makes him fall through the ropes and to the outside himself. Sikoa holds his arms up and lets out a primal yell, when Ciampa grabs him by the leg from behind and heaves him up and over the ropes and falling onto the ring apron awkwardly and to the outside.

Tom Phillips: Finally we can get to the actual Triple Threat here.
Corey Graves: It’s been going on this whole time Tom, I mean I feel like at this point Tyler is winning. He’s exerted the least amount of energy.

Once everyone is out Ciampa and Roman turn to face one another, turning to their right to look at Breeze who is still laying across the ropes not having reacted to all the commotion. Breeze looks over from his phone and realizes the two opponents are staring at him, he seems annoyed that he has to do something now as he steps off the ropes and places his phone to the corner. The three men begin to circle one another in the ring jockeying for position. Neither of the three wanting to make the first mistake, keeping their eyes on each other. That is until Bliss taps Ciampa on the shoulder to get his attention, once he turns she blows glitter from her hand right into his face blinding him. Ciampa writhes in pain holding his face, this glittery interference even grabs Romans attention. In that split second of opportunity, Breeze rushes forward and leaps up hitting a huge Beauty Shot on Roman in the middle of the ring. The crowd go wild just from seeing a finisher essentially start the match as Breeze goes for the pin!

Corey Graves: Brilliant! Tyler Breeze Wins!

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Ciampa stops the refs hand!

Completely blind, Ciampa uses the sound of the referees hand smacking the mat to find his waving arm to grab it and stop it from finishing the match.

Tom Phillips: Tommaso Ciampa just saved the match while completely blind, Tyler Breeze almost stole the whole damn thing with one move.
Mauro Ranallo: The Model Manipulator orchestrated this opening sequence perfectly but he didn’t account for Ciampa showing off his personal Daredevil skills.

Breeze looks up at Ciampa holding the referees arm with his arms closed tight, Tyler releases Reign's leg and tackles Ciampa in a fit of rage. He starts to pummel the blinded psychopath down on the mat, while Ciampa can only cover up as he can’t see any of the shots coming. Breeze stops his forearm shots and starts to stomp down on him as Ciampa has no choice but to roll away until he goes under the ropes and to the apron. Breeze stops his onslaught once he can’t hit him through the ropes until he hits the ropes and hits a baseball slide that knocks him off the apron and into the announcer table.

Corey Graves: Even if he saved the match, this is easy picking for Breeze I mean what can-Hey! What are you doing? That's my water!

Ciampa in his blind shuffling finds a bottle and opens it, pouring it into his eyes desperately to clean out the glitter. As he’s washing his eyes out, Breeze comes out of the ring after him. Grabbing him by the head to pull him into the ring, Ciampa responds with an elbow to the ribs. Grabbing Breeze by the head and slamming him face first onto the announcer table, with his vision back Ciampa begins to bounce Tylers head onto the announcer table over and over again dribbling him like a basketball.

Mauro Ranallo: Tyler Breeze might need a few touch ups after this!

After so many bounces Ciampa finally stops long enough to throw Breeze back into the ring, Breeze is almost drunkenly trying to get up from the rattling of his brain in his head from the table as he stumbles into the corner. Ciampa rushes him and hits him with a forearm shot to the side of the head, turning and hitting the ropes at full speed to come running back for another forearm shot. This chaotic pace from Ciampa doesn’t stop as he hits the ropes again seemingly going for more, but Breeze manages to catch him coming in with a big Super Kick that stops him dead!

Tom Phillips: Super-Model Kick! It caught Ciampa out of nowhere!

 Just as Ciampa drops, Roman slides into the ring and leaps up for a Superman Punch but Breeze catches him with a dropkick in mid-air.

Corey Graves: And Roman is Dropkicked out of the sky…

Solo enters just as Breeze gets up and walks right into a Beauty Shot to knock him out. Breeze crawls as quickly as possible to Ciampa for the cover.

Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia!

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Tomasso Ciampa kicks out!

Breeze starts to slap the mat in frustration, having pulled together a string of perfect moves and it still not enough driving him mental! Tyler looks around and calls for Omos to get up, the giant now back on his feet on the outside shaking himself back into focus. He’s about to climb into the ring but he is blindsided by a vicious tackle from Oba Femi sending both nigerian giants crashing into the steel steps. They loudly flip over as both men fall to the floor.

Mauro Ranallo: This Beast of a man Oba Femi has just taken Omos out alongside our steel steps.

Tyler stares at his fallen giant before he turns around and sees Roman trying to get himself up, he grabs him from behind trying to lock in the crossface chickenwing but Roman keeps fighting him off. He rushes to the ropes and uses the momentum to roll Breeze off of him and through the ropes to the outside.

Tom Phillips: The Tribal Chief takes Breeze out of the equation, this is his chance.
Corey Graves: He’s got Tommaso Ciampa right where he wants him.

Roman turns to a dizzy Ciampa and backs up into the corner to measure him up, waiting to cut him in half with a spear. He goes for the attack but Ciampa kicks him in the face coming him standing him up straight. Ciampa hooks his head for the Broken Diamond seemingly but Roman uses his strength to shove him off, creating distance to go for a Superman punch. Ciampa avoids the fist and hooks Roman coming down around the waist by his arm, spinning him out and pulling him into a leaping knee right to the face.

Mauro Ranallo: This match has been in a constant state of ramp up, everyone is so rushed to get the win it’s chaos!

With Roman dropping to a knee from the impact, Ciampa puts him in position for the Fairy Tale Ending. Once he’s hooked both arms up, he lifts him up and Roman kicks his legs to counter landing back on his feet and backdropping Ciampa out of the ring. The Sicilian Psycopath lands on the ring apron, just as Breeze slides back into the ring and leaps up on the second rope to hit a triangle dropkick that knocks Ciampa off the apron. Breeze is in the corner and Roman goes right after him but Tyler dodges his initial attack and hits a leaping enziguri to knock him loopy.

Corey Graves: Roman can’t seem to get out of the blocks here, might have something to do with that initial big blow.

Breeze hooks Romans head and arm and goes for a double turn neckbreaker, but Roman spins out on the second turn and pulls Breeze in hooking his arm over his shoulder and lifting him high up with one arm hitting a big Uranage. Immediately he goes for the cover.

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Tyler Breeze kicks out

Roman looks frustrated, like the kick out is a sign of disrespect but he moves along grabbing Breeze by the head and hitting him with a forearm shot. Looking down at him and starting to talk down to him.

Mauro Ranallo: This was the inciting issue that started this whole match up, Roman Reigns’ issues with Tyler Breeze and looks like he’s giving him an earful.

Pulling Breeze up by his head as he’s talking down at him, he pushes him towards the ropes with one hand and then lifts him up onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop. Breeze however kicks his feet to slide himself off behind him, hooking his arm and wrapping his arm around his face and locking in the crossface chickenwing in the middle of the ring.

Corey Graves: There it is, the Cross-Visage! He’s beaten top names with this!
Tom Phillips: Roman got caught, he shouldn’t have let his emotions distract him here.

Roman is reaching out to try and find the ropes as Breeze wrenches on his face and keeps his arm hooked back, almost looking crazed with the way he’s pulling on the hold. Reigns drops to his knees, his big hands grabbing at Tylers arm trying to pull the hold off but unable to as he seems to be fading.

Mauro Ranallo: Roman Reigns has nowhere to go now, this is- Wait a moment!

Just as Reigns is fading, a chair comes flying in. Tyler lets go of the hold and catches the chair, instinctually protecting his gorgeous face. With the chair held in front of him, Ciampa runs up with a big knee into the chair smacking it straight into Breezes face with a loud smack!

Corey Graves: Ah! Not the face!

Breeze rolls out of the ring from the shot and Ciampa grabs the chair, looking down at Roman grabbing his arm in pain from the crossface chickenwing. He brings the chair down onto his other shoulder with a loud thud and then slams the chair down onto the mat, he hooks Romans hurt arms up and heaves him up in the air dropping him down with a Fairytale Ending straight down onto the Steel Chair! He goes for the pin!

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DING DING

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tommaso Ciampa!



Ciampa shoots up and climbs the ropes pointing at his celebration and telling everyone this is his time. Outside the ring Bliss is checking on Tyler Breeze making sure his face is okay as he's holding it in a panic.

Mauro Ranallo: Tommaso Ciampa with another Huge Victory! This past month has been a coming out party for him and tonight he just shined at the grandest stage of them all!

Oba Femi rolls into the ring, getting behind Ciampa as Tommaso stands tall letting the audience soak in his victory.




A hyped Ciampa walks out into gorilla position, Oba Femi bringing up the rear. Ciampa grabs some water from a production assistants desk and pours it over himself, the duo continue to walk down the corridor.

Ciampa: Told you we'd do it big guy, you were great out there.

Ciampa sees Renee approach them and picks her up into a wild hug and kisses her cheek.

Ciampa: AHH RENEE MY FAVORITE INTERVIEWER… I DID IT I WON.

Ciampa drops Renee who seems taken aback by the kiss but she chuckles it off.

Renee Young: Yeah you did, congratulations. Big win here for you tonight.

Ciampa grabs a mic

Ciampa: Huge win, this time last year I was getting booted out the door by Sami and now look at me, what a time to be alive.

Renee chuckles

Renee Young: Well you just beat two men who were probably the favorites more than you entering the match but you pinned Roman to win, even after getting blinded early on by that glitter.

Ciampa chuckles

Ciampa: Yeah, I'll hand it to Alexa, she's clearly the brains of that whole operation for a reason and she almost cost me but everyone always counts me out, Roman, Breeze, Knight and McIntyre all called me “The Dark Horse” heading into Mania but this Dark Horse just took the whole race.

Renee nods before leading into her final question

Renee Young: Well now that Breeze and Roman are behind you for the foreseeable, what's next?

Ciampa laughs

Ciampa: What's next is, Oba and I are gonna kick back, have some cervezas and watch the main event closely and Renee, find yourself with some time to spare, more than welcome to join us, Oba let's go.

Ciampa throws the mic over his shoulder and walks away, Oba following him, leaving a giggling Renee by herself.




The scene opens with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams sitting down at the barber shop.



Trick Williams: Hey Melo, ya know tonight is your big night man.

Carmelo Hayes- Hell yeah.

Trick Williams: I see you got some competition tonight in your match for the UWF Television CHampionship. We all know you are good right?

Carmelo Hayes: Of course. I got this all planned out Trick. Ya know me extremely well. Everything is going to go smoothly the way I plan it.

Trick Williams: I can't wait to see the look on their face when you come out on top as the brand new UWF Television Champion.

Carmelo Hayes: Ya got that right.

Trick Williams: Caleb, Jamie, Finn, and Eddie Guerrero got nothing on you Melo. All they get are peanuts when it comes to their pay grade. You got to pay millions to your name.

Carmelo Hayes: That is why I am one of the most popular UWF Superstars and highest paid. Like I said before Trick. They are just jealous of me. They don't want to admit to themselves that I am way better than them. I am way more talented than them. They don't want to see that they are jealous that I am the real deal. They all know everyone came to see me and that is why I was the most talked UWF superstar more than everyone on the roster.

Trick Williams: Melo, tell them what your thoughts are on your opponents.

Carmelo Hayes: Sure, why not Trick. Caleb. You have been holding that UWF Television Championship for a long time buddy. But I have already proved to you and everyone else that you don't have the talents to be a real champion. I already prove you are nothing but a fraud. Stop hiding behind the makeup and pretending to be something you are not. We all know you love portraying yourself as a Viking and living your so-called fantasy in the whole world. But the truth is you are nothing but a pretender and not a true champion. UWF needed a real champion that deserved to treat the UWF Television Championship more than a minor belt. It should be respected as a whole and equal. Caleb, you may look a total joke whenever you show your face on every TV and PPVs in UWF. Nah, that is not how it's going to go down brother. Ya got to treat it with respect. That is why when I do defeat you once again. I am gonna show you and everyone how to rule UWF like a real UWF Television Champion. I am not going to be a fake one hit pretender like you. Nah. I am gonna put you and everyone in their place when I become the new UWF Television Champion. AFter that, you all will have no choice to bow down your new UWF Television Champion at WrestleMania.

Jamie and Eddie, what can I say about you both. Jamie is extremely talented and you are not afraid to fight. But despite you having a bodyguard in Rhea Riphley has helped you win some matches for sure. All the talk about you getting your revenge and fighting to win a championship is nothing but a joke. Ya think ya have been quiet after trash talking for several weeks. Eddie Guerrero used to be one of the most talented UWF Superstars in the past. Not anymore. He has lost his touch. He isn't what he used to be. He is just embarrassing himself every time he shows his face on TV. He is nothing but a huge joke and he deserved to retire already. I defeated both you and Eddie easily. You two are so below my level and not even in my league. Ya see you both don't have the ability to be a real champion. Unlike you both, I do have the wrestling abilities and qualities of championship material. That proves why I am more capable of holding a championship than you two are. Everyone knows you two don't stand a chance of defeating me tonight at WrestleMania. Even If you and Eddie decide to try to make a huge comeback to win the match. It won't be enough to stop me from becoming the new UWF Television Champion. Both of your dreams are already doom from the start. So ya better start packing your bags because I am gonna send both of ya home to the hospital after WrestleMania when I am done with you two.

Finn Balor, you are well respected and popular in the indies. Yot got amazingly talented. I must admit that as much as I enjoy your promo. Ya think Ya are untouchable? Ya think ya can't be touched? Just because you have your boys Judgement Day backing ya up. Please, it is gonna take more than that to get past me man. All I have been hearing from you is all talk and no play. Ya see, I have been watching you since the beginning and I have already proven ya got a weakness. I have seen you fail in accomplishing your goal here in UWF before. So it won't take a genius to notice that. Despite you being overly confident and making people fear ya. Ya love, everyone to believe you can win tonight. Guess what buddy. Ya got another thing coming my man. Not going am I going to defeat you. I am going to show everyone why you are just another piece of the puzzle that can be easily gotten rid of in order to put the pieces together and win the UWF Television Championship. Ya think I don't get what it takes to beat ya. What ya think ya are? Ya think ya are Superman. Please, if ya are Superman and then I am your Kyrnopite buddy. I am going to make sure you suffer the worst beating of a lifetime and making you suffer is just going to make my victory as the new UWF Television Champion even sweeter. Ya Judgement Day boys can help ya in anywhere they can. But no matter what happens. Like I have gone through Celeb, Jamie, and Eddie easily. I am gonna do the same exact thing to you and your boys tonight. If they get in my way, They are gonna suffer the same fate as ya, Finn Balor.

UWF Universe, just want you all to know something. Whatever ya have been thinking since I have debuted here in UWF. I have never wrestled for ya. I only have done it for me. I have proven to all that I am one of the most popular UWF Superstars here. No matter whether ya love or hate me. Ya got to respect me because I always tell ya the truth. Ya is gonna witness the end of an era and the beginning of a new era where a new champion would be crowned tonight. Ya think all my opponents may stop me from winning tonight. Ya are nothing but haters. Ya have doubted me and my wrestling abilities since the beginning. After tonight, I'm gonna shut ya all up and prove ya all wrong. I am gonna prove to ya and everyone that this is my house. UWF belongs to me. Once I win the UWF Television Championship and I come out with the championship around my waist. I am gonna bring prestige to the Television Championship whenever I defend it. That is something no other champion of the past has done. They have made it look like a total joke and that is why nobody has any respect for it. Ya think Mighty Caleb has put any respect on it? Please. He hasn't made it look even better. That is why UWF needs a real champion to hold and defend that UWF Television Championship. That man is standing right before ya. I am what this company needs to bring pure greatness to the future. Nobody can do it better than me. I have proven this is my time and the time is to start right now. Right now is the time for ya people to open ya eyes and to witness the greatest creation that is standing before ya. I am everything ya need. I make ya money all the time. I put money in ya pockets every time ya put me on tv. I am always the talk of the town. I can promise ya that once WrestleMania is over, everyone is gonna be talking about me. Why? It is because I am the future and I am gonna be your UWF Television Champion tonight. Nobody in that locker room or in my match can't prove me wrong. When I step into the ring and that bell rings. Ya better believe I am gonna go hard and I am gonna give everything I got. No matter what I do. Ya won't be able to miss anything because I am the spotlight and the spotlight is always. Just remember this. Whenever Melo shoots, Melo always scores while everyone misses. After WrestleMania ends tonight, everyone will witness a brand new era and everyone will witness a new UWF Television Champion. That man is nothing other than Carmelo Hayes and the future is him.

The scene fades and ends with Carmelo Hayes smiling with Trick Williams






The titantron swtiches from the UWF WRESTLEMANIA XIII graphic to a live feed from backstage. Bayley is shown getting ready in the locker room, taping up her wrists ahead of her Mania debut alongside The Ravishing One, Rick Rude.

She's in the zone. She's focused as all heck. This is bigger than Slammiversary. Bigger than WarGames, even. As she visualizes the fight that's coming down the pipe, there's something not all that different in her eyes than the UWF Universe has seen in her step-bro's over the years -  a specific brand of will-to-will she must have picked up somewhere along the way.

A knock at the door snaps her out of that violent trance.

Bayley: Yeah... coming... I'll be right there, Rick.

The door swings open. How rude! But not like her partner. No, instead, its another old, familiar, nWo face that comes through the door.

Aahahahahahahaha!



It's Mr. Twelve Large himself! The former UWF Champ - the one and only Larry Sweeney! Like the hosting state, his natural sleaze is hidden under blinding smiles and sunshine as he struts his stuff into the locker room presumptuously.

Bayley: Larry? What the hell are you doing here?

Sweeney: Ha! What the hell am I doing here? Sweetheart, I could ask you the same thing! You know how many people ever made it to Wrestlemania with less than ten matches on their resume? I gotta tell ya honey, I've seen magic tricks that didn't even surprise ol' Larry that much!

Bayley stands up and gets in his face like she wants to show him exactly why she's here tonight. Never one to not talk his way out of a fight, the former self-proclaimed Triple Champ puts his hands up defensively.

Sweeney: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa... whoa... pump those breaks, Lightning McQueen. I meant that as a compliment, see? Who else but the best o' the best could manage that? Huh? You're one of a kind, Bay's. One in a million! So how's about you save that spice for the ring tonight and settle for some sweet talk in the mean time?

Bayley: I got a boyfriend, actually. Old friend of yours. Remember? That guy you spent your whole reign ducking by teaming up with him?

Sweeney: Sheesh! Talk about hostile! You and me might remember history a little different, but sure, I know Rick. Great pal. Wouldn't dream of getting between you two's. Besides, that's not why Dr. 12 Large is making a house call tonight. No, see, Larry Sweeney doesn't go anywhere unless someone's paying for a first class flight and you'd better believe that podcast shmuck Conrad dished out top dollar to have yours truly hanging around the finest convention centers in town for meet-and-greets all weekend. Wrestling is one thing, but being retired? Ha! That's the real work, mama! My wrists never been so sore after a couple hundred autographs -



Bayley: Jesus do you ever shut up? I've got a match to get -

As The "Good Guy" tries to step past him, Larry puts an arm up against the wall to block the way. Bayley looks like she might rip it out of its socket before Sweeney hurries towards his point.

Sweeney: Sorry! Geez! Relax! I'll get to the point! Since I was in town anyway, I figured I'd come pay my respects backstage and say some hello's. Turns out my old buddy Kyle isn't taking visitors at the moment, though, and who can blame him? The Good Lord knows what kinda stunts that maniac Marseglia's got planned! I'd stay locked up until I had to make the walk too!

Bayley clears her throat, urging him to hurry up. Pro-Wrestling's Used Car Salesman carries on.

Sweeney: Now a little bird told Larry Sweeney that you and Kyle aren't exactly on speaking terms these days and that's why I'm here.

Now I know you and Ricky Rude are doing everything you can to help the guy out. But whatever Kyle's been saying about this... this god damn blood feud he's got going on, he's in over his head. That's just how it goes with that psycho Horror King. The man belongs in an asylum! I've been saying so for years!

Another looks from Bayley. She's listening, but losing patience.

Sweeney: Look... all I wanted to say to you is that trouble's come to town and no matter what he's said or done, that knucklehead brother of yours - my best good friend in the whole wide world - needs help that he just ain't asking for, capiche? Me? I'm to retired to do a god damn thing. And that slimeball Joey Janela makes slimeballs look bad. And I would know! Ahaha! Chips on the table? Ol' Larry thinks its gonna be up to you to save the day and if the greatest UWF Champion of all time could offer up any advice for a greenhorn rookie like you on this, the biggest night of your professional career... aha... well... I say be there for him, if that's not too much to ask.

She takes a deep breath now that Sweeney has finally stopped talking. Its clear she's chewing that gum, but there's no time for blowing bubbles just yet. She's got work to do first.

Bayley: Yeah... yeah... I uh... I got a match.

Sweeney: You sure do.

Bayley steps around Larry and heads towards gorilla. Sweeney watches her go, that signature smile of his looking a little uneasy as Wrestlemania XIII rolls on!







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 opponents to come out.



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



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.

Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside and stop. They eye the ring and the opponents gathered there 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.

The arena would be plunged into darkness for the time being, all would remain silent as the fans where upon the edge of there seats, waiting for the moment that something, anything at all would happen and it did, as the static would sound, smoke would come onto the stage and the music would begin to play, upon there feet they stand, knowing what was coming, who was coming, the demon prince himself, the one and only, Finn Balor.



He walks out onto the stage, looking to the crowd for the moment as he smirks, his hands brought up to the collar of his jacket as he flicks it lightly and would chuckle, before spreading his arms out to the side and spinning around to let everyone know, he was here, he has arrived and he was here to do what he does best, prove to the entire world that without a shadow of a doubt, he was the very best that there was, as he turns and walks through the smoke, the purple and red lights flashing around as he knows what he has to do tonight, and he was here to unleash the demon upon everyone.




The lights in the arena suddenly black out, the sound of oars crashing against the waves can be heard throughout the arena. Until finally it stops and only the sound of wood creaking can be heard as an unfamiliar song plays over the PA system.



The strange chanting and hypnotic folk instruments begin to play as suddenly smoke billows from the stage. The sound of creaking wood continues until onto the stage emerges a gargantuan dragon ship with it's mast displaying the insignia of The Mighty Caleb. The crowd go wild as the boat rises out of the stage and stands tall on the entrance way so that it may be visible from every seat in the stadium.



The music continues to play as men and woman pour from the boat carrying shields and axes, swords and other weaponry which they beat aloud to the sound of the music until Caleb himself emerges at the top of the bow standing proudly with his Television Championship high in the air. The crowd go wild as Caleb surveys his many Shieldmates in the arena before suddenly the lights go out and pyro shoots out of the boat into the night sky. The boat itself also begins to go into flames before the music suddenly changes.

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'Skullseeker' by Eternal Champion blares over the PA system as the lights now turn red and point at the stage where Caleb now stands at the bottom of his mighty boat. He looks dead centre into the camera taking deep breaths before his greatest battle to date. He then begins his march to the ring with the Television Championship draped over his shoulder and a drinking horn in the other. He fist bumps with the crowd who reach to him and chant 'SKAL!' as their favourite barbarian makes his way down to ringside.

Caleb then climbs up onto the apron before hitting the top rope, slamming his mead from the drinking horn before spraying it in the air and raising his Television title aloft for the whole stadium to see as he flames continue to emerge from his mighty ship. Caleb then steps down and prepares for the battle ahead.

Tony Chimel stands amidst the gathered competitors to get this party started.

Chimel: The following contest is a Five-Way Match and is for the Television Championship!

Introducing first, being accompanied by Trick Williams... from Boston Massachusettes, weighing in at 210 pounds... Carmelo Hayes!

Next, representing the LWO... from El Paso, Texas, weighing in at 228 pounds... Eddie Guerrero!

Being accompanied by Rhea Ripley... from Southampton, England... Jamie Hayter!

From Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland... weighing in a 190 pounds... Finn Balor!

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

For all the mixed reactions to the different superstars, the Champ's might be the loudest and most positive. A "SKAL" chant fills teh arena again as Tony exits the ring and the Referee holds up the prize to remind everyone what's one the line here. The competitors eye one another up, bracing themselves for the chaotic match to come as the Ref calls for the bell.





DING DING


Just cause the bell sounds doesn't mean the SKAL chants stop. The relentless support of the UWF Universe ferries The Mighty Caleb towards the center of the ring like a Valkyrie carrying the honourable dead to Valhalla. Our reigning, defending TV Champ takes a stand in the center of the squared circle, head bobbing in time with the chant while he beckons on all comers at the same time.

His four opponents - Balor, Guerrero, Hayes, and Hayter - they're each standing in a different corner, looking from one another to the the big man in the middle. They're hesitant to trust anybody going after the same prize they are, but they share a silent agreement that teaming up to take on ol' Stormbringer might not be such a bad idea.


Phillips: I'm not so sure about this strategy of The Might Caleb's - I know the guy likes a good fight, but daring the field to take take a shot at him together right off the jump?!?

Ranallo: I think its worth reminding the viewers now that The Champion doesn't need to be the one pinned or submitted to lose the title. Perhaps Caleb is determined to involved in that process, one way or another. For the Vikings, dying in battle is about as good as it gets.

Graves: He's not a Viking, he's a tool, and he's about to be on the wrong side of gangland beat down.


Former International Champion and proud representative of the LWO Eddie Guerrero is the first one to make a move towards Caleb. Maybe its just cause he's the fastest, or maybe the others are waiting for a better opening, but Latino Heat gets to the Champ way before the others.

The Mighty Caleb catches him coming in and holds the wriggling legend across his broad bod like he's setting him up for a World's Strongest Slam or something. Jamie Hayter rushes in next, downright determined to finally make good on her mission to win that TV Title. The Champ sees her coming and uses Eddie's body to knock her back. He then pivots to use Guerrero's boots to rearrange Finn's teeth when the Irishman endeavours to sneak up from behind.

With bodies flying hither and tither, that young buck Carmelo Hayes aims to carve a path through the chaos and capitalize. He fairs no better than the rest when The Might Caleb 360's and creams him Eddie's body too. The man from the Northern Realms keeps on spinning, building some extra momentum before pulling Guerrero up and driving him down into the mat with a Hel Rider!


Ranallo: Hel Rider to Guerrero! This could be over already!

Phillips: The Mighty Caleb just cleared everybody out like it was nothing!


After nailing his patented Swinging Side Slam, The Might Caleb lands atop the pancaked Guerrero to make the cover...



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All three of the other challengers dive in to break up the count simultaneously! Once again, teamwork makes the dream work.

What follows is a bowling-shoe-ugly beatdown of the Champ, with Finn and Jamie and Hayes hammering away on The Hammer's back with forearm clubs and heabutts and whatever else they can fit in there to soften up the big fella. At first, all he can do is turtle up and weather the storm. When they start to tire themselves out, though, The Might One fires back with some storm of his own, exploding out of the mess of bodies with a barbaric yawp, sending them all scattering away.

The fans can't believe the unhuman feat of power and tenacity. Another SKAL chant! Cause why not? Caleb's eyes are black and red with berserker bloodlust. He's snarling like the great wolf Fenrir. He looks around for someone to exercise some wrath on and clocks Carmelo Hayes as his first victim.

The Mania debutant has retreated back to one of the corners. He's using the ropes to help himself back to his feet. A little too woozy to see the trouble coming his way, his life partner Trick Williams is right on the floor nearby to give him a helping hand. Williams shouts at his pal to get the heck out of the way just as The Mighty Caleb comes barreling in that direction. Hayes dodges the meat torpedo by mere inches while Caleb's Gungnir Spear sails clear past.

The Champ crashes shoulder-first into the turnbuckle post with a crunch. It shakes the dang ring. Caleb collapses at the base and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor while Hayes thanks his lucky stars he wasn't caught between a dude and a hard place there.


Graves: That oughta put The Mighty One down for the count.

Ranallo: Its wide open for the other four now!


Back in the middle of the ring, Hayter comes over to pull Eddie Guerrero up. She hooks an arm and a head for a suplex. As she's lifting Latino Heat up, though, Guerrero slides out, rotates over and lands on his behind her. Big pop for the hella athletic counter from that salty old dog.

Eddie turns Jamie around, grabs a wrist and sends her into the ropes, then catches her on the way back with an arm drag. Hayter thuds into the mat but is quick to find her feet again. She goes for the ropes by her own volition this time but suffers the exact same fate when the LWO member takes her down again. Before she can recover, Eddie lands a knee in her head, hoists her up, hits a second knee in the guts then snap suplexes her.

When Guerrero holds on to the head and rolls through for a follow up, the Tampa fans jump to their feet to bust out the Viva La Raza dance. Eddie feeds off that energy and uses it to nail a consecutive suplex on Hayter.


Phillips: Eddie's going for the Three Amigos!

Graves: Speaking of, where's his stupid little gang at tonight, anyway? Hayter and Hayers both pals in their corners - so where's the LWO?

Ranallo: I would have thought you'd be happier not having them out here, Corey.

Graves: No - it just raises my suspicions. You can't just anyone who was ever Cartel. Then. Now. Forever.


Eddie gets up again, eager to finish off the trifecta. Hayter's rattled as a snake tail, helpless to stop it from happening. That doesn't prevent Balor from getting in there.

When Guerrero elevates his opponent for that last suplex, Finn swoops in and takes his legs out from under him with a low shotgun dropkick. Robbed of his base, Eddie collapses and crashes into the canvas. Hayter lands on top of him for an impromptu pin. The Official is right there to count it...



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Balor isn't letting that happen. The former Mafia leader yanks Jamie off of Guerrero and tosses her through the ropes. She lands unceremoniously (as if there were any other way) on the covered Buccaneer turf. Rhea Ripley rushes over to check on her whilst Finn shoots the half on Eddie...



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Hayes dives on top to break up the count at two!

Balor pries himself out from under Carmelo with a dag nasty grimace on his face. He's not too happy about the robber, and decks the robberer across the mush with a forearm shiver to communicate that.

With Hayes wobbled, Balor pulls him up to a vertical base and starts to set him up for a Bloody Sunday. Hayes has the gosh dang wherewithal to get himself out of that predicament by pushing Finn away and landing a sharpish knife-edge chop across that shredded chest. Finn winces, turning around like it hurt real bad but then is like -SURPRISE! - and flips himself backwards head-over-heels to connect with a Pele Kick. Soccer!

Melo staggers away with all the mental capacities of wasted starfish. Balor flings himself into the ropes to get some speed then sprints in to take the guy out with a Slingblade. Well, Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a kaiser blade. It's kindly a long wood handle, kinda like an axe handle, with a long blade on it shaped kindly like a bananer. Mmm hmm. Sharp on one edge, and dull on the other 'un. Mmm hmm. It's what the highway boys use to cut down weeds and what not, y'know.

Anyway, it doesn't matter anyway, I reckon, on account of Carmelo shrugs off the attempted attack then grabs himself ahold of Balor to go for a suplex. He switches things up last-second when he's got the two-time TV Champ up in the air by transitioning into a Cutter instead. The sudden reroute gives Finn exactly zero time to brace his body for the unexpected impact. Tack on to that that the prodigal young talent hits the impressive maneuver flawlessly, and its looking like this could be over...


Graves: Nice work by Hayes. This kid might have a bright future ahead of him yet.

Ranallo: And what a statement it would be to pin the man who spent the majority of last year holding the Television Championship!


Hayes hooks the leg while the sixth man comes in to count it...



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There's nobody nearby to break it up...



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Balor gets a shoulder up at two!

Hayes kneels next to him, holding up three fingers while the Referee shakes his head, insisting that the kick-out made it on time. Not too far away, Williams slaps the apron, encouraging his partner to keep it up. Carmelo nods to himself ands sets his eyes on higher ground.

He gets to his feet and heads over to the nearest turnbuckle, gripping the top rope to help himself ascend while tens of thousands of people chant his name. He hasn't always been the most popular star with the UWF Universe, but here, at his first Wrestlemania, Hayes finds himself ingratiated to the masses by way of him opting to pull off some high-flying daredevil shit.

Maybe it's too much hype.

Carmelo pauses at the zenith, soaking it what could well be a once-in-a-lifetime moment, eyes closed as he takes in the adulation. Balor's prone and wide-open to take the hit - but Hayes has forgotten about the rest of the opponents.

He's rudely reminded of them when a recovering Stormbringer rattles the post he's standing on by slamming Trick Williams' head against it. The quaking knocks Carmelo off balance. He has to crouch lower to keep himself from falling off. The Television Champ hops up on the apron, then scales the first two rungs of ropes to meet him there. Hayes is too off-kilter to put up much of a fight. The Mighty Caleb grabs him and with a grizzly bear shout, Biel Throws him clear through the air and straight through THE SPANISH COMMENTARY TABLE~!


Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

Phillips: That was too close!

Graves: Better them than us.

Ranallo: The Mighty Caleb living up to his name by tossing Carmelo Hayes at least fifteen feet, decimating our colleagues' work station in the process!


The Spanish Team looks pissed. And they should be. The Mighty One isn't bothered, though. He pumps his fist to get another SKAL chant going as he comes over the ropes to enter the ring.

Balor is just getting to his feet again while nearby, Guerrero has used the ropes to help himself stand. The two of them look at the Champ, then each other, sharing a cautious nod.


Ranallo: Its no secret that Finn Balor and Eddie Guerrero has some bad blood. The Mafia and the LWO went to war last Summerslam. It was just one year ago at Wrestlemania XII that they competed against each other - among others - in a hellacious ladder match for the same title they're after tonight -

Phillips: But if it means taking down the tank that is The Mighty Caleb, then maybe they can put those differences aside for a minute.


They certainly try to. Eddie and Finn rush the reigning champ, the former going with with strikes while Balor lights up his tree trunk legs with kicks. Caleb takes a few hard shots but promptly cuts off the assault by grabbing both men around their throats. Their eyes go wide as the air supply is cut off. The Mighty One goes for the double Chokeslam but they pry the grips off before he can connect.

Guerrero and Balor then hit stereo knees to The Hammer's midsection to bend him over. With another nod, the veterans come up with a silent plan to combine their efforts for a suplex. They hook the head, crossing arms while using their other hands to hook some trunks. Heave though they do, however, The Mighty Caleb keeps himself grounded. Not only that, but he counters!

Amazingly, the Television Champ lifts both of his attackers over-head and brings them down into the mat with a shared suplex! All those pounds of human hitting the ring shakes it like a milkshake in an earthquake. The Mighty One stands up over his flattened enemies and raises a fist to the sky, riding the high of glorious battle.


Phillips: On a roster with the likes of men like Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, even Braun Strowman - I don't think its a stretch to say that The Mighty Caleb might just be the pound-for-pound strongest man in town.

Graves: If only our company drug test covered for those crazy Viking mushrooms.


Before Caleb can follow up and do some more damage to either man, Jamie Hayter rolls back under the ropes. He turns around just in time to take a BRUTAL HAYTERADE that turns the behemoth inside out. Its the first time somebody has knocked the guy off his feet all night!


Ranallo: HAYTERADE BY HAYTER! HAYTERADE BY HAYTER!

Phillips: Will Jamie Hayter finally get that pin on The Mighty Caleb?


She falls on top and hooks a leg while the crowd goes bananas at seeing her finally pull off the win on the man she's been feuding with for months. The Official slides in for the count...



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Guerrero dives in to make the save at the last second, breaking it up.

Obvs that doesn't sit too well with Jamie, who was fractions of fractions of a second away from winning that belt. Beating Guerrero to a standing position, she drops him to his knees with a wicked headbutt and follows up with a succession of retaliatory knee strikes. After the tenth lands, she tosses him over the top rope to the floor.

Despite that beating, Eddie tries to crawl back in the ring to continue the fight. Rhea Ripley won't let him. Hayter's pal grabs him by the legs and pulls him right back to the exterior when he crawls under the ropes. Guerrero is stunned by the interference, leaving him open to stiff European Uppercut from Ripley. That proves to be a bridge too far. The former International Champ is out on his feet, and Rhea decides to take care of that business by going for a Riptide.


Ranallo: I'm sure Ripley was a massive asset to Jamie Hayter in preparing for this match. As a former stablemate of Balor's, she would have plenty of insight to offer on that front, and if she takes out Guerrero now, that would only boost her friend's chances of walking away with the belt.

Phillips: Wait! Who's that coming down the ramp??!?


Rhea's got Eddie all wrapped up and ready to go but help is one the way! Guerrero's babymama Eve Torres runs down the ramp and brother, she's pissed. Ripley lets go of Latino Heat to fend off the new threat, but it doesn't matter. Eve starts beating the snot out of her pronto, grabbing a fistful of hair with her left and feeding right hooks until Ripley goes limp, at which point she tosses her over the barricade and into the delighted crowd. After that, she goes to check on her hubby.

Back in the ring, Jamie's trying to pull Caleb up so she can deck him again. A recovering Balor attacks from behind, jumping on and applying a Sleeper Hold. She flings him off with a flip so that he lands on his spine in front of her, then scoops him up in a Fireman's carry to execute and Ushigaroshi. The crown of his head ricochets of her waiting knee on the way down, stunning him. Finn instinctively rolls away to the ropes to avoid any more damage, leaving the lane clear for Hayter to go after Caleb again.


Ranallo: The ring is starting to clear out and as these superstars get more beat up, its going to be harder for them prevent their competitors from scoring the pin.

Graves: The key to winning these kinds of matches is waiting for the best moment to strike. There's no way anyone is landing a three count early on.


With no shortage of effort, she hoists The Hammer off of the canvas. Jamie finally gets Caleb to his feet. She tries to soften him up with an elbow to the side of the head - the shot has the reverse effect of the intended one. The Champ gets fired up when he takes the hit and responds in kind, decking his archrival with a forearm shiver of his own. Hayter backs up a step, then uses that extra space to get a little more umph on her follow-up. The Mighty One's head snaps back with the impact. Gritting his teeth, he gets even more mustard on his next reply.

Back and forth they go, exchanging hits in a game of shot-for-shot that has the crowd cheering heavy for their favoured sides. Even in the swampy dregs of Florida, the Viking is the more popular of the two. A fresh round of SKAL chants help him find the energy he needs to work his way to an advantage. When one of his strikes wobbles Jamie too much for her to clap back, he starts stringing more together in a battering combo that is punctuated by Spinning Lariat!

That rotating blow knocks Hayter clean off her feat. Caleb doesn't let her stay there for long. Rather than going for a pin, he scoops her back up and whips his foe into the ropes. Hayter mechanically bounces off the far set of cables and stumbles back, hardly even aware of what she's doing. The Mighty One thinks he can catch her coming in with a Hel Rider but survival instinct kicks in and Jamie meets him with a lariat instead.


Ranallo: ANOTHER HAYTERADE!

Phillips: She just wiped The Champ out!


Her second big lariat on Stormbringer has him flattened on the canvas. She knows that on this - the Grandest Stage of 'Em All - the extra mile is surely necessary, and so foregoes the deciding pin to pull the TV Champ right back up to his feet. He can hardly stand on his own, but he doesn't have to for long anyway cause Jamie just smashes him with a third HAYTERADE!

That crowd goes apespit as Caleb meteors into the canvas. Jamie sprawls on top and hooks both legs deep for the win...



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Carmelo Hayes breaks it up with a Fedora Frogsplash outta nowhere!


Graves: Where the hell did he come from?

Ranallo: I don't know but Melo just shut down what surely would have been the deciding pin!


Hayes rolls to the side to clutch his banged-up ribs while Hayter goes in the other direction, gasping for air. Williams - who is sporting a nasty goose-egg from his encounter with the ringpost earlier on - shouts at Carmelo to capitalize. Seeing that Caleb is still down and out, the Bostonian rolls back on top to make the cover...



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Finn Balor goes to intervene but Williams grabs his leg to stop him!



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Graves: Hayes is gonna steal it!

Phillips: New Champ! New Champ!



No! Eddie Guerrero lands on top of the heap with a Frog Splash of his own!

Latino Heat lands so hard that he actually bounces back up off the stack of bodies. Both he and Hayes recoil with battered torsos.

Then something impossible happens.

To the shock of absolutely everybody in that sold-out arena, The Might Caleb - after enduring two HAYTERADES, two Frog Splashes, a Gungnir-gone-wrong and a bunch of other junk on top of that - rises to his feet. His whole body is shaking. His teeth are bared. His fists are clenched. Somehow, someway, he's still in this fight.


Graves: How the hell even??

Ranallo: They don't call the Champ "Mighty" for nothing!


Guerrero can't believe his eyes! He exchanges bewildered glances with his wife, but then she yells at him to go take care of business. Eddie charges at The Mighty One but just like at the start of the contest, he gets caught by the awaiting barbarian. Lifting him high into the sky for a suplex, Caleb then drives him into the mat with the Valhammer!

Caleb stays on top for the pin...



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Hayes pulls him off just as that first count falls and hauls him to his feet. He barely has time to hit one strike when The Mighty Caleb shoves him off. The Champ follows up with a crushing headbutt. That nearly knocks him through the ropes - lucky for him, Trick hops up on to the apron the hold him steady. Caleb scowls, sprints across the ring, rebounds of the far set of cables and comes back at ramming speed to take the both of them out with the Gungnir Spear!

The Television Champ tackles Carmelo clear through the ropes while taking Williams out on the way so that all three of them smash into the arena floor in a heap.


Phillips: There are bodies flying all over the place!

Graves: These multi-man TV title matches have become a staple for Mania and they always turn into car wrecks. No wonder Hot Topic won't sponsor them anymore.


Eddie's still beat up as heck from that Valhammer and Jamie Hayter is right there to make the most of it. She's not about to win this thing without putting her own stamp on it, though, so pulling Latino Heat up of the canvas, she -

NO! WAIT! Eddie catches her with the school-boy pinning predicament! The Referee slides in to count it!



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Hayter escapes just in the knick of time! Both of them spring to their feet but Jamie just friggin levels Guerrero with a HAYTERADE! The lariat folds him like laundry! She shoots the half!



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COUPE DE GRACE~!


Ranallo: MA    MA    MI     A!

Phillips: Balor with the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge stomp!


Finn Balor shatters Hayter's hopes of winning the match with a diving stomp to her back! The pin is broken up and he hastily disposes of her by tossing her through the ropes, in doing so taking out future Hall-of-Famer Eve Torres like a bowling pin. The former two-time Television Champion then peels Eddie's smushed body off the canvas, hooks a head and an arms to make this Sunday Bloody with a 1916!

Eddie's heat careens into the canvas with extreme prejudice. Balor sits on top of his chest, hook the leg with one arm and holds three fingers up to the hard cam with the other as the Official counts it off...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
AND NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION
FINN BALOR!


Balor's music hits the PA while Raymond James Stadium gets filled up with some serious boos. The Irishman basks in the vitriol - its music to his ears, the sad sobs of all the people who were dumb enough to deny his talent. The Referee raises his hand in victory and supplies him with his newly re-acquired title belt.


Ranallo: For the second year in a row, Finn Balor leaves Wrestlemania with the Television Championship. In doing so, he ties The Big Show's record in holding that strap three times, and notably becomes the first man in the history of Revolution to do so.

Graves: His record in these chaotic matches with multiple challengers is astounding. Finn Balor thrives in chaos. Anyone who thought he would be less dangerous with the Mafia or Judgment Day by his side - think again.

Phillips: The Mighty Caleb's impressive reign ends at nearly 150 days, which by my count is in the top five longest of all time.  He put up a helluva fight, but Finn Balor bested him and a field of elite competitors to raise his profile here tonight at Wrestlemania XIII.

Ranallo: One final word on the matter - I would argue that Jamie Hayter had this match won multiple times over, including right near the end before Finn swooped in to get the pin on Guerrero. Something tells me that the tenacious Brit won't be giving up on her quest to win that title any time soon.


While the other contenders recover in and around the ring, Balor continues to celebrate by hitting all four posts, holding his title belt high at Wrestlemania XIII continues elsewhere.




The scene opens on The Collapse standing together backstage with Sinn on the left, Abadon on the right, and Vincent in the center.

Vincent: Tonight, the two of you are stepping into the ring with competition stiffer than Decay were, and it’s Wrestlemania so you’re looking at wrestling a longer match than we did at Rebellion and Sinn did a few weeks ago on Revolution. But you can do it, you can not only greatly harm Rick Rude and Bayley, you can defeat them.

Sinn: They think we’re just a couple of pushovers, but we’ll show them! We won’t let you down, Vincent, so you can focus entirely on the Barbed Wire Massacre!

Sinn gives a thumbs up to Vincent while Abadon just nods.

Vincent: Good, because the consequences for failure will be great. Now, go get ready for your match. I’ve got some mental preparing to do.

Sinn and Abadon leave the room as Vincent looks directly into the camera now.

Vincent: See, it makes no difference if Rick and Bayley win tonight. If Sinn and Abadon can’t get the job done, they’ll suffer the consequences, but so will the likes of Rick and Bayley. I’ve said it before: if I can’t rule over the UWF as king, I’ll see to its destruction and if I have to do it single handedly, so be it. However…it does matter if Kyle wins tonight. And that’s why I have to do everything in my power to make sure he doesn’t.

Vincent turns and walks offscreen as WrestleMania continues elsewhere.




We're taken to a black and white feed of Kevin Owens in his locker room tapping his wrists, getting ready for his war with former best friend Sami Zayn later tonight.



Kevin Owens

WrestleMania. The grandest stage of them all. A night where dreams are realized, where legends are born. For some, it's a chance at immortality. For others, it's the pinnacle of their careers. I have a lot of good times at WrestleMania, and I've had a lot of heartbreak at WrestleMania. You know a lot of people still refer to me as the greatest UWF Champion ever and honestly I'm flattered. That goes all the way back to WrestleMania 5 when I pinned Roman Reigns to become the new International Champion. Of course the next year at WrestleMania 6 I'd fail to recapture the gold against Spike Dudley in the main event. Hey, Spike, how ya doing?

Kevin waves to the camera.

I'm also no stranger to facing friends at WrestleMania. Or… so called friends like Sami Zayn. WrestleMania 7 I was in one of the most infamous matches in UWF history. A brutal bloody war. A match that could only be described as “The Cage of Death” against Jimmy Jacobs. So Sami I'd say you got off easy tonight not having to meet me inside the cage of death.

Kevin chuckles to himself.

And then of course there was WrestleMania 8 where I faced off with AJ Styles but we don't need to talk about that one. So there's definitely been highs and lows but tonight feels different. Tonight feels like a rebirth. No cage of death. No titles. Just a 20 year friendship turned sour. Two former best friends going out on the grandest stage of them all to finally put to rest who is better. Sami I'd be lying if I said I never wanted this. I mean I never could have guessed the whiny, delusional little bitch you'd become but in the back of my mind when this journey started this felt like the goal right? Me and you. WrestleMania. And now it's here. It's been a long time since I've stepped into the ring at WrestleMania. If I'm even half the man I was at WrestleManias in the past then tonight is going to be a long night for you. You said you're going to kick my face off of UWFs Mount Rushmore? Sami… you're not strong enough to climb this mountain.

Kevin finishes tapping up as the feed ends.




We head to the ring where Sinn and Abadon, The Collapse are already in the ring waiting for some fresh meat.




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...





Her name flashes across the titantron and when the disco groove kicks in, Bayley O'Reilly struts out on to the ramp, shooting vibrant finger guns at the crowd.

Chimel: Weighing in a 125 pounds, from San Jose, California... Bayley!

Climbing up into the squared circle, The "Good Guy" cracks her knuckles and gets prepared for the match ahead.

OWWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!





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




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



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

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

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

Rude: Cut my music!

Once the music dies down Rude continues.

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

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




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


DING DING DING


Rude and Bayley discus who wants o start the match off but it doesn't really matter as both Sinn and Abadon bum rush them like a couple of goons. Abadon practically spears Bayley through the ropes and they go flying to the outside. Sinn meanwhile has Rude in the corner and is wildly swinging at the champ Rude covers up as best he can until he sees an opening. He catches an arm and whips him to the other side of the ring. Rude then runs at him but Sinn gets the boot up. This staggers Rude back a few paces and Sinn pushes himself up to the second rope and comes off with a Dropkick!

On the outside, Abadon has Bayley and is dragging her around by the hair. Bayley pulls away and manages to rip herself free but upon looking at the Living Dead Girl, she sees that she's still got a handful of hair! Bayley freaks out and rushes her attacking her all over with overhand shows but Abadon eats them and just grabs her at the waist and rushes with her back first into the steel steps! Rude hears this and exits the ring to check on her. Abadon backs up, staring at Rude like the freak she is, weird goop drooling down her face. Rude looks at her and looks disgusted. She snaps at him and he puts his hands up. Abadon slowly walks closer to him and examines him.


Mauro Ranallo: I think Abadon might like what she sees.

Corey Graves: Look at Rick, how could any woman resist?

Tom Phillips: I don't think Rude really feels the same way.


Abadon puts her face right up to Rude who turns away, trying not to look disgusted. The Living Dead Girl slowly licks the side of his face and women can be heard screaming in the crowd. A black streak of...something is slicked across Rude's face where Abadon licked him. He looks like he's about to hurl but he's thankfully? saved by Sinn who hits him with a Baseball Slide to knock him into the barricade. He's slid all the way out and he and Abadon face one another. Bayley however pushes him form behind and the two conk heads. Sinn walks over to the barricade while Abadon quickly regains herself and runs at Bayley the Good Guy trips her up with a Drop Toe Hold and she face plants into the steel steps!


Corey Graves: Remember when Bayley said she didn't need weapons or any junk like that. What a hypocrite.

Tom Phillips: It's not her fault Abadon slipped into some steel steps...


Bayley grabs Sinn and tosses him into the ring. She slides in after him and grabs him from behind to deliver a German Suplex! Sinn crawls over to the corner and picks himself up. Bayley runs over to give him the Running Back Elbow. She brings him out of the corner but he suddenly grabs her face and just starts maniacally laughing in it. She gets a bit freaked but quickly grabs his arm to turns around him into a Hammerlock. Sinn tries to throw a Back Elbow but she makes sure to duck and avoid it. He's trying to reach around but she keeps putting on the pressure and moving with him, keeping him centered in the middle of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: Bayley said once she gets him in a Hammerlock, he won't be able to get out until she says so.


Sinn tries reaching over his shoulder but no luck. He tries to walk to the ropes but Bayley just wrenches back even more to bring him right back to where she wants him. Abadon comes into the ring and runs at her. Bayley lets go and Abadon ends up tackling Sinn. Bayley puts the boots to her while she's down and kicks her out of the ring. She focuses back on Sinn but he Headbutts her in the gut! He follows that up with a Jumpscare DDT! An ode to his running mate or just a move because he has no profile, I'll never tell. Rather than go for a pin, Sinn drags Bayley over to the corner where he makes the tag to Abadon.


Corey Graves: The Living Dead Girl is about to put this loud mouthed bully in her place.

Mauro Ranallo: Well I wouldn't be so sure Corey, looks like she has other plans.


Abadon has picked up Bayley and tosses her across the ring. She points to Rude and gestures that she wants him. Bayley stands up and tells her that she ain't touching him. Abadon retaliates with a Headbutt that sends Bayley reeling into the corner and Rude tags himself in. He slowly comes into the ring as Abadon watches him, head titled to the side like a curious animal.


Corey Graves: I'm not one to usually critique Rude's judgement but this can't be a good idea.

Tom Phillips: It's a wrestling match Corey, he needs to get in there and allow Bayley to recover.

Corey Graves: No telling what kind of diseases Abadon already gave him with that nasty tongue of hers.


Rude comes up to Abadon and reaches a hand out for a test of strength, wanting to keep this match on track. She looks at it curiously and reaches out with her own hand. She suddenly lunges forward and bites down on it! Rude yells out in pain and then starts punching her in the head over and over but she won't let go. Bayley comes out of the corner and gives her a Spear! Rude checks out his hand and thankfully there's no flesh missing. Bayley rolls out of the ring and Rude picks up Abadon enough to grab her and hit a Spike Piledriver! He goes for the pin!



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Abadon kicks out at 1! Rude shuffles backwards looking surprised as all hell. Abadon reaches her arms overhead and lifts up into a Spider Walk! She slowly walks towards Rude upside down but Rude shakes away the fear and stands, giving her a Jumping Knee Drop to her face as she's upside down! She rolls onto her stomach and Rude sits on her back, reaching over to lock in a Camel Clutch! Normally this would work wonders but not for someone so...bitey as the Living Dead Girl who decides it's time for another snack and bites down on Rude's fingers! If this wasn't bad enough, Sinn comes into the ring and Boots Rude in the side of the head!

Rather than leave the ring both members of The Collapse just start attacking Rude all over, smothering him with a series of blows. Bayley slides back in and grabs Abadon by the back of her head and throws her down to the mat. Sinn turns to her and swings away but she ducks it and when he turns around she wraps her arms around and and sends him to the mat with Bayley to Belly! She helps Rude to his feet and together they grab Abadon and give her a sweet Double Suplex. She rolls over to all fours right away, refusing to stay down so Bayley decides she's gonna make her. She runs over to gives her the Step Sister! She stands guard as Rude makes the cover.



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Abadon kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Whatever they do, they just cannot keep Abadon down!

Corey Graves: She's a freak, and not the good kind Rick Rude is used to.


The Living Dead Girl is already stirring bask up to her feet. Rude knows he's gonna have to make her stay down so he comes up behind her and places her in a Sleeper! She grab's Rude's arm wrapped around her neck and starts digging her fingernails into him. You can see blood start to trickle down and the agony of that on Rude's face. Bayley grabs her arms and pries them away but Sinn comes up behind her and gives her a Dragon Suplex! It's not as pretty as her step brothers but it'll do. Rude tosses Abadon to the side and kicks Sinn as he's coming at him with a Double Axe Handle. He lifts him up overhead and gives him a Military Press slam to the outside! He lands with a hard thud and wipes off his hands like he just took out the trash.


Corey Graves: Time for the circus to get out of town!

Tom Phillips: I wouldn't be so sure of that Corey!


Abadon rises up behind Rude and he can sense it. She's breathing heavily like Jason Voorhees and Rude turns around slowly and Abadon lets out a blood curdling scream. She charges him but Rude blasts her in the face with a European Uppercut! She stumbles backwards and he continues on, uppercutting her over and over again until she's hunched over. He shoves her head between his legs and hits another Spike Piledriver! The problem is she's staying upright on her feet while her head is spiked down. She somehow lifts herself upright and Rude looks shocked but quickly is awakened when Bayley spikes Sinn on the steel steps with the Rose Plant. Rude gets to his feet while it looks like Abadon is out on hers. He takes her head and spins her around before hitting the Rude Awakening! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, the team of Bayley and the Intercontinental Champion, Rick Rude!





The duo embrace and raise their hands but Abadon is already beginning to stir. They decide to get outta dodge as Sinn slides back into the ring. Bayley throws up a big L on her forehead at them as they backpedal to the back, making sure not to take their eyes off of them as Revolution rolls on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Wrestlemania XIII graphic to a live feed from backstage where Renee Young is standing by.



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kyle O'Reilly.

The Diabetic Dragon walks into the frame, already ready for his match later on with his gear and tape on. He's been waiting for this one for a long, long time - he's chomping at the bit to get in the ring and get it started. Dude can hardly stand still as he joins the Ace backstage correspondent for the interview.

Young: Kyle, thanks for joining me. Throughout your career, you've competed for world championships, at WarGames and in the Royal Rumble and Aztec Warfare, inside Hell in a Cell, you name it - and yet you've said this is the biggest, most important match so far. Why is that?

KO'R: I've had so many people ask me the same stupid question in my career. We're talking in ring before they fight and they say "What happens when you lose? What then?"
Kyle shakes his head. Annoyed. Still in disbelief. Then he points at his own chest.

KO'R: This. This is what happens. Tyler Breeze tapping me out sucked soooooo much. But that wasn't the worst night of my life.

Drew McIntyre knocking me out cold in my first one-on-one UWF title match sucked maybe even more. But that wasn't the worst night of my life.

L...A...mother...effing...Knight taking the Prime Time Medal I worked my ass off to beat Batista for? Shoot, not even Batista attacking my family. Or getting fired. Or being told I was never allowed to fight for the tag team titles again for the rest of my career. Like... those are all really, really terrible things that would probably be the bottom points for most people's careers. And like... every time before those happened, I got that question. What then's and what next's...

But the truth is that ever since Vinny Marseglia... or Vincent like he likes to call himself now... ever since he damn near murdered me on my wedding night... I've been defined by that one night. I've been living in the aftermath ever since. I'm stuck in the "what next" of that moment and even though I've got the chance to kick his ass a few times since then, it still isn't better. I'm still trapped in knowing that I'm the toughest wrestler in the world and I haven't made him pay for it yet.

Renee tries to get a word in to stop Kyle's ranting from hijacking this interview, but he keeps rolling.



KO'R: And even with the stuff I've been able to do, like win that Medal or King of the Ring or the tag titles or whatever the hell else... maybe I haven't lived up to my potential cause I haven't been focused enough. Maybe there's a part of me - something in the back of my mind - that's been thinking about Vincent for the past five years.

And you wanna know what really pisses me off?

Young: Well I -

KO'R: When he came back last year, it wasn't even for me. He was here Bray Wyatt. And Trevor Lee. The other monsters. Those were the guys he wanted to prove himself against. Was he even thinking about me? To him I was probably just some other victim like the other nWo guys standing between him in Larry Sweeney back in the day. To him... to him I don't think I meant anything. Even when he came out to answer my open challenge... I think that was fun... maybe even funny for him.

I know Vincent doesn't take me seriously. I know he thinks I can't win. I mean shit... when was the last time I even won a big match by myself?

But tonight? Tonight I'm done being haunted. I'm a Catholic and this is an exorcism. We've got bad blood and I'm gonna drain every last drop of it out until all that's left is the Real Kyle O'Reilly that's been stuck in the shadows for five years. There is no room for that son of a bitch monster in the sport I'm trying to be the best at. None. Whatsoever.

Kyle finally takes a deep breath, wrapping up the tirade. Renee waits a beat before asking the follow-up.

Young: The other day at Rebellion, you told Joey Janela you wanted to handle business on your own tonight. Nobody in your corner.

KO'R: Yeah, that's right.

Young: Do you think that's a wise idea? Given Vincent's penchant for... well... doing what he does?

KO'R: This match doesn't mean anything if I don't fight Vincent on my own. Joey gets that.

Renee gives him a look like that might not be as true as he thinks it is, but it doesn't register with Kyle. He's too fixated on the fight ahead.

Young: Alright... well... best of luck tonight, Kyle.

KO'R: Honestly Renee? I don't think I've ever been lucky once in my career. I gotta be better than lucky. I gotta be better than unlucky. I gotta be better than I've ever been and that better be better than Vincent otherwise I dunno like... yeah... I just better be better.

On that note, Kyle walks off to face his archnemesis in a Barbed-Wire Massacre Match. Wrestlemania XIII rolls on!




In a darkened room there is silence, and inside the imposing figure of Drew McIntyre can be seen sitting and reflecting. It’s a big occasion for the company, but a huge one for him as he turns his head to look directly into the camera.



Drew McIntyre: Wrestlemania 12… no match, forced involvement in order to feature on the show… Wrestlemania 13… main event, defending and longest running world champion in recent memory… Yet despite quickly rising to the top of the UWF and proving week after week that I deserve to be there, I’m still given little to no credit, both from clueless fans, but also jealous peers. The sight of me being in the position that they so desperately want for themselves clearly doesn’t sit right, but considering that none of them have what it takes to actually change the current flow of things, they instead have to resort to petty verbal slurs against me in order to maintain the illusion that displacing me is a possibility. Deny it all you want, but if what I’m saying wasn’t true then someone else would be sitting where I am right now, in pole position, ready to defend the greatest prize in the industry at the biggest show of the year.

Drew McIntyre: Now there’s a big difference between being a realest and being someone that goes around having major doubts about anything and everything, and the way that I’m the former is that I know that this current run won’t last forever. All good things do come to an end and then things change. It’s part and parcel of life inside the ring, but also outside of it. So have I prepared for what life will be like after I’m no longer in possession of this title?.. Yes… Does that life begin when this show ends?..

McIntyre doesn’t answer but instead just smirks, indicating that he’s fully confident of walking out of Wrestlemania victorious and with the UWF Title still in his possession.

Drew McIntyre: If there’s one thing that LA Knight has done very well over these past couple of months, it’s selling the idea that there is indeed much more to him than his fortuitous Royal Rumble match victory originally suggested, and that there’s a very good chance he could walk out of Wrestlemania tonight as the new champion. For the past several weeks he’s found the right means and the right people to push all of my buttons and get me to the point where I’ve had to calculate and plan both my physical and verbal responses very carefully, which on the face of it did come at a cost on a couple of occasions, but still didn’t have the major impact that he originally hoped it would. Why? Because I’m smart enough to know and realize that this entire run from Rumble’s end to Mania’s end was never going to go entirely my own way, so I allowed him that additional leeway to do his thing without immediate repercussion, and naturally build up his belief and confidence that he could go all the way, knowing in my mind that I was going to go out there tonight and prove him wrong by kicking his head right off shoulders and crushing his dreams in front of the entire watching world.

Drew McIntyre: And whilst I had initially hoped that physicality between us could have been avoided until the bell sounded tonight, the way things went down on Rebellion made that impossible. It served as a warning though that when you play around in traffic, eventually you’re gonna get hit, and if you thought that Knight had a bad experience that night, then it’s gonna pale in comparison to how things go tonight when he crosses onto the Dale Mabry Highway in his Wrestlemania finery and finds himself getting flattened by the man who moves like a sports car and is built like a reinforced truck. Also known as, the greatest Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion that ever lived... The Destroyer... Drew... fucking... McIntyre!

McIntyre continues to stare directly down the camera lens with a look of determination and intent, indicating that he is ready for what’s to come as Wrestlemania rolls on.




Corey Graves: Are you guys ready for our following contest? It's one I've been looking forward to. Best friends turned bitter enemies.

Tom Phillips: Sami Zayn has been making Kevin Owens life a living hell. Tonight, the Prizefighter looks to gain some form of revenge. 

Corey Graves: Personally, I can't wait to see our Forever Champion beat some respect into that low life Kevin Owens.

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




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.



Tony Chimel: And his opponent...



Tony Chimel: From Marieville, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at Two Hundred and Sixty-Six pounds, Kevin Owens!

"Fight" begins to play and out walks a determined Kevin Owens. The look on his face says it all. He's been waiting to get his hands on Sami Zayn for months. Now, it's finally time. Owens takes everything in for a moment before cracking his neck and letting out a primal scream. 



Owens marches down the ramp, his expression never changing. He quickly slides into the ring and gets straight into Sami Zayn's face.

DING
DING
DING

The bell sounds and our contest is underway. Both Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn meet in the center of the ring. These two men have known each other pretty much their entire adult lives. But tonight, there is no love lost. As they stand nose to nose, both men begin jaw jacking, throwing the best insults at one another. This continues for a moment until Sami Zayn pie faces Kevin Owens. The crowd "Oohs" at the mere disrespect and the disbelief is written across Kevin Owens' face. After the initial shock wears off, Owens wastes no time kicking Zayn in the gut and looking for the Stunner. Zayn is ready for it and as Owens hooks his head, Zayn pushes KO in the back before sliding out of the ring and to the floor...

Mauro Ranallo: Kevin Owens was looking to end this early! Luckily Sami Zayn, the ring general that he is was ready.

As Zayn bails, Owens demands he gets back into the ring. The Prizefighter tries to go outside, but the official holds him back. With Owens restrained momentarily, Zayn feels it's safe to try to re-enter the ring. He jumps onto the apron, but as he does, Owens moves the referee aside and goes right for Sami. Zayn sees this coming and drops back down to the floor. The Florida crowd is just as frustrated as Kevin Owens is and they make it known. Back inside the ring, Owens can be heard yelling at Sami, "you're a coward".

Tom Phillips: Look at this! Sami Zayn is afraid to get in the ring with Kevin Owens!

Corey Graves: He's not afraid Phillips! Sami Zayn is a master strategist; he's just figuring out the best point of attack!

Sami once again climbs onto the ring apron. Owens goes after him again, the time Sami is wise enough to see this coming and grabs Owens by the head, draping him throat first on the top rope. Owens coughs and gasps for air as Sami slides back into the ring and goes for the attack. He pummels Owens in the back with forearms that send Owens into the corner. Sami grabs Owens by the arm and Irish Whips him to the opposing corner, but KO reverses. Sami hits the corner back first and Owens charges in. Sami is ready and delivers a boot directly into Owens' face which knocks him backwards a step. Sami capitalizes by pushing himself off the mat and to the middle rope before leaping off and delivering a missile dropkick right to Owens' chest. With the Prizefighter down, Zayn goes for the first cover of this Mania contest...

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Kevin Owens kicks out!

As Owens kicks out, Zayn wastes no time lifting the Prizefighter to a knee. Sami delivers a right hand before gaining some distance and speed and connects with a Shining Wizard to Owen's face. Owens goes back to the mat and Sami goes for another cover...

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Owens kicks out again!

Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Sami is trying to get this match over as soon as possible. 

As Owens kicks out, he rolls to the corner again. Owens begins to pull himself up and as he does, Sami sees that KO is exactly where he wants him to be. Sami gets on the opposite side of the ring from Owens and as KO makes it to his feet, Sami runs across the ring, looking to end this quick with a Helluva Kick. But KO is ready for this and charges out of his respective corner and drops Sami with a clothesline. This turns Sami inside out and Owens goes for a pinfall...

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Sami rolls a shoulder!

Not it's Sami Zayn who is on the back foot. After he kicks out, he rolls back outside to the floor and motions for a timeout.

Tom Phillips: This is WrestleMania! There are no timeouts!

Corey Graves: Sami probably just needs some water Phillips.

Sami needs a moment for himself but Kevin Owens won't allow it. Instead of waiting for Zayn again, this time KO leaves the ring and goes right after Sami near the announce desk. Owens grabs Zayn by the hair before delivering a right hand and bouncing his head off the announce table. Owens isn't finished though. As Sami's head bounces off the desk, Owens turns 180 degrees and aims Sami towards the steel ring post. Getting a running start, KO fully intends to drive Sami face first into the steel. But Sami counters, spinning around and instead he drives KO in the ring post. Owens' body stops in its tracks as he hits the steel and Sami quickly rolls into the ring. Zayn demands that the official begins counting Owens out, hoping to get out of here with an easy victory...

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KO shakes off the cobwebs and rolls back into the ring. Zayn is ready for him and begins laying boots into Owens' back. Zayn then quickly applies a side chinlock on KO, trying to cut the circulation off from the Prizefighter. 

Corey Graves: Look at our Master Strategist go! He knows you can't fight if you can't breathe.


Zayn squeezes as tightly as he can on the chinlock, but is outweighed and overpowered by Kevin Owens. Owens begins to get to a vertical base before shooting Zayn off, breaking the chinlock in the process. Sami hits the far ropes and comes back at Owens, who lowers his head and sends Zayn flying high into the air with a back body drop.

Mauro Ranallo: Look at the elevation!

Zayn crashes hard onto the canvas and Owens follows up with a running senton, landing directly onto Zayn's midsection. As Sami gasps for air, Owens goes for another cover...

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Sami kicks out!

Now, it's Kevin Owens in control. He grabs Sami off the canvas by the neck and tosses him into the corner. A frustrated Owens punches Zayn square in the jaw while screaming "I've been waiting for this!" He decks Zayn again, this time yelling "You're going to fight me!" Sami is technically in the ropes so the official begins to threaten Kevin Owens with disqualification via counting...

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The referee has to pull Owens off of Zayn. 

Corey Graves: Owens has always had an angry problem. It almost cost him right there.

The official tells Owens to respect his rules. KO moves the zebra out of the way and goes back on the attack, but with the referee's view obstrcuted, Sami Zayn is able to strike with a well placed thumb to the eye...

Tom Phillips: Oh come on!

Owens is blinded. And Sami Zayn is quick to take advantage of. Orton tries to swing on Zayn but is missing wildly. With one of the misses, Sami is able to duck under and hoist Owens off the ground, spinning and planting him with a Blue Thunder Bomb!

Mauro Ranallo: Blue Thunder Bomb!

Corey Graves: Sami Zayn is going to pull this off!

The back of Owens' head slams off the canvas. Sami hooks the near and the referee drops down to count...

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Owens kicks out!

As Owens kicks out, Sami turns to the ref. The official just holds 2 fingers up. Sami isn't deterred. Instead, he watches as Owens tries to pull himself to his feet. As he does, Sami comes at him and clotheslines Kevin over the top rope and to the floor. Kevin's body hits the floor. He starts to recover. He makes it to a vertical base and as he does, Sami Zayn runs the length of the ring and dives over the top and lands on top of KO with a Tope Con Hijo!

Tom Phillips: What a Somersault by Sami Zayn!

Mauro Ranallo: Love him or hate him, you have to acknowledge Sami's athleticism. 

Sami lands on his feet after the dive and quickly grabs Owens by the back of the neck. He lifts him off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. Sami follows suit and quickly goes for another cover...

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Owens kicks out again!

As Owens rolls the shoulder, Sami gets back to his feet and begins taunting Owens. Owens gets to a knee and Sami starts to slap him in the back of the head. Sami is the one yelling at Kevin now. "You want to fight? I'll fight you!" Sami switches from slaps to his foot directly to Owens' face. He's not doing a lot of damage, but he's attempting to embarrass Owens. Sami laughs and as Owens tries to get up again, Sami grabs him by the arm and hoists him up in the air before dropping KO on his head with a Brainbuster! The crowd pops for a move they don't see too often. Sami ignores them and floats over, going for another cover...

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Owens barely rolls his shoulder!

Sami Zayn has Kevin Owens in a bad way. As Owens barely kicks out, he rolls over to the far corner to try and recover. Sami sees this and oncc again prepares to put the nail in the coffin. Kevin Owens finally does pull himself up and Sami rushes at him a second time, looking for the Helluva Kick again...

Corey Graves: Sami's looking to end this!

For the second time, Kevin Owens is ready for the Helluva Kick. As Sami is charging in, Owens catches him with a superkick right under the jaw. The kick staggers Sami and allows Kevin to strike. He quickly follows up with a kick to Sami's stomach, putting Sami's head between his legs, hooking both arms and hoisting Sami up before dropping him on his head with a Package Piledriver!

Tom Phillips: Owen busting out some old things from his repotoire.

Owens spikes Sami and rolls him over, going for the pinfall...

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Sami kicks out!

Sami barely kicked out that time. He's a little dazed. He barely knows where he's at. He rolls to the corner, but KO is right on him. Owens stomps Zayn in the chest several times before backing away and charging back at Zayn, leaving his feet and delivering a running cannonball. Owens wastes no time rolling Zayn out of the corner before exiting the ring and climbing to the top turnbuckle,

Mauro Ranallo: Owens is going to fly!

Owens leaps off the top rope, looking for a Swanton Bomb. But Sami Zayn has it scouted and gets his knees up, driving them straight into Owen's back!

Corey Graves: Beautiful counter! After Twenty-plus years of friendship, these two men know everything the other is going to do!

Owens grabs at his back. The momentum he gained from the failed Swanton was enough to send him out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Sami sees this and rolls underneath as well. Sami watches from the other side of the ring as Owens pulls himself up. Sami waits patiently, stalking his prey. Owens makes his way to his feet near the ring post, but he's unaware that Sami starts darting towards him before diving throw the bottom two ropes, hooking Owens' head and hitting a Tornado DDT on the floor!



Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

Raymond James Stadium fills with chants of "This is Awesome!" as both men lay on the arena floor. The referee looks on in amazement before releasing he has a job to do and begins counting both men out...

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Tom Phillips: We're getting really close to the count of ten!
Corey Graves: This match can't end like this!
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Sami climbs onto the apron and rolls back into the ring...
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KO crawls back and is able to drag his upper body onto the apron...
10...NO! Kevin Owens rolls back in at the very last second!

Mauro Ranallo: And Kevin Owens barely makes the count!

The fans pop again that this match is continuing. The competitors show wounds of battle, but neither man is ready to stay down just yet. Somehow, someway, they try and get back to their feet. In almost poetic fashion, they assist one another just to get to their knees. From there, it's a simple slugfest between the two former best friends. Sami throws a right hand first, followed by Kevin throwing a right. Back to Sami, then Kevin again. Back and forth we go. Slowly but surely, both men get to their feet, but they never stop throwing hands. This has broken down into a good old fashion Hockey Fight! The fans of Tampa, Florida chant "Fight Forever" as the two go back and forth. The right hand exchange ends when Sami throws one and Kevin ducks, lifting Sami off his feet and hitting a Blue Thunder Bomb of his own!

Corey Graves: That's got to be some form of gimmick infringement!

Owens wastes no time following up. He leaves the ring again through the ropes. Tis time he quickly runs across the apron and scales the ropes, before leaping off and delivering a huge Frog Splash! All 266 pounds of Prizefighter land hard on Zayn's chest. The air is driven out his lungs as KO hooks the leg and goes for the win...

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Sami kicks out again!

Tom Phillips: No way!

Way! Sami Zayn just kicked out again! I don't know how he did it. Neither does Kevin Owens! He grabs Zayn by the neck and lifts him to his feet. Zayn is on spaghetti legs as Owens looks his former best friend in the eyes and yells "This is Over!" before tossing Sami at the far ropes...

Corey Graves: Oh No! I think the end is near for Sami Zayn!

The momentum brings Zayn back to Owens, who is able to lift Sami high in the air, looking for the Pop-Up Powerbomb...

Mauro Ranallo: If Kevin hits this, it's goodnight Sami Zayn!

Once again, Zayn is ready and as KO pops him up, Zayn is able to land on his feet behind Kevin. Before the Prizefighter is able to realize what happened, Zayn wraps his arms around KO's waist and lifts him overhead with a German Suplexing. The back of Owens' head and neck hits the mat hard as Sami bridges and goes for another cover...

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Owens rolls the shoulder!

Tom Phillips: Unreal!

Corey Graves: Kevin Owens wanted a fight! Sami Zayn is bringing it to him!

Once again, Raymond James fills with applause as both men lay on the mat. The official begins countig down men out once more...

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Sami crawls to one side of the ring...
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Owens crawls to the corner opposing Sami's
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Both men pull themselves to their feet at the same time. 

Mauro Ranallo: And we are back to square one!

Both men stare at one another as they catch their breath. There's so much hatred in their eyes. Sami makes the first move and runs across the ring towards KO, but Owens catches him with a back elbow. This stuns Sami and KO pushes himself off the mat and to the second rope. Owens reaches for Sami's head, trying to apply a front face lock for a Tornado DDT, but Sami catches him off guard with an enziguiri to the side of the skull. Owens' body goes limp and Zayn goes on the attack. He delivers a right hand to Owens' face before pushing the heavyweight from the middle rope to the top rope. Sami climbs up to the top as well, delivering right hand after right hand. He tosses Owens' arm over his shoulder and tries to bring the Prizefighter off the top with a Superplex, but Owens holds onto one of the ropes. Zayn tries again, but again Kevin holds on. Sami tries a third time, but this time KO counters by lifting Sami up and driving him down with a Fisherman's Suplex off the top. Both men's bodies bounce off the mat but Sami definitely took the brunt of the fall. KO has enough energy left in the tank to drape his arm over Sami's shoulder and go for the cover...

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Sami gets his foot on the bottom rope!

KO thinks it was 3! The official motions to Sami's foot and an exasperated Kevin Owens can't believe it. What does he have to do to put Sami Zayn down this evening. Kevin Owens looks around for answers and as he stares at the outside of the ring, it hits him. KO gets to his feet and grabs Zayn by the leg. Owens gets to the edge of the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope before pulling Zayn out the same way. With both men on the floor, Owens grabs Zayn and lifts him to a knee. 

Tom Phillips: I don't like what Kevin Owens is thinking here.

Owens put Sami's head between his legs and hoists him up in position for a powerbomb. KO turns towards the apron and plans on delivering the fatal blow...

Corey Graves: Don't do this Kevin!

Before KO can drive Sami onto the apron, Zayn grabs one of the ring ropes to protect himself before delivering elbows to the top of Owens' skull...

Mauro Ranallo: Sami Zayn just avoided sure disaster!

Zayn is safe on the apron. He kicks KO in the skull, which stuns him. Sami uses this opening to turn around and use the middle rope to springboard and take Owens down with a moonsault. Zayn lands on his feet yet again and grabs KO, rolling him back into the ring. Zayn climbs onto the apron and climbs to the rope. He wastes no time leaping off and hitting the Swanton Bomb that Kevin Owens was going for earlier. Zayn comes down hard on Owens and goes for anothcr cover...

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3...NO! Owens barely rolls a shoulder at 2 1/2

Tom Phillips: Kevin Owens will not stay down!

Corey Graves: These two are taking Tampa's request to fight forever very seriously!

Sami looks towards the official who holds up the two fingers. He shakes his head, whether it's out of frustration or disbelief, nobody knows. Either way, he gets to his feet and looks down on his opponent. Kevin Owens is trying to make his way up too, but he's worse for wear. Owens claws at Zayn, trying to use Sami to pull himself up. Sami just looks down and yells at Kevin "You wanted this! You asked for a fight!" before pushing KO's hand off him. In what may be a final act of defiance, KO uses his last bit of remaining strength to force himself up and try a clothesline. Sami is ready for this and ducks under, going behind KO, hooking him by the arm and tossing him overhead with a half and half suplex!

Mauro Ranallo: That may be it! We know what the half and half is a pre-cursor to!

Owens flies to the other side of the ring. His body lands in a heap. Sami is ready to end this. He goes over to KO's body before dragging the dead weight to his feet in the corner. Once he gets Owens up, Sami slaps him across the face and says "Remember you asked for this" one more time. Zayn runs back to where he was initially standing. He lines KO up and charges out of his respective corner. For the third time in this match, Sami Zayn is looking for the Helluva Kick. But unlike the previous two times, he connects it flush on Owens' jaw!

Corey Graves: Helluva Kick! It's over!

Sami almost knocks Kevin Owens out. But before Owens can fall to the canvas, Sami catches him and pushes him back into the corner. Once Owens is standing again, Zayn backs up and charges again, delivering a second Helluva Kick! You can see the spit fly out of Kevin Owens' mouth with the second one. 

Corey Graves: That's it Sami! Cover him!

Sami doesn't heed Corey Graves' words. After the second Helluva Kick, Sami does not let Kevin fall to the mat again. This time, Kevin Owens just flops onto Sami Zayn's chest.



Zayn can end this at any time. But he remembers KO's motto of "Fight Owens Fight". That's what Kevin asked of him earlier in this match. Kevin told Sami that they were going to fight. Kevin even went so far as to call him a coward. Who's the coward now? It certainly isn't Sami Zayn. Sami knows what he needs to do. 

Mauro Ranallo: What is Sami Zayn thinking?

Sami plops Owens back up in the corner one more time. Owens is out on his feet. Once again, Sami backs up to the opposite corner of Kevin Owens. He's looking for the kill shot. He runs in, but the third time is not the charm because somehow, some way, Kevin Owens had one final shot left in the tank. As Sami rushes in, Owens is able to propel him into the air with his patented Pop-Up Powerbomb!



Tom Phillips: Pop-Up Powerbomb! Out of nowhere!

The arena erupts as KO hits the powerbomb. The Prizefighter barely has any strength left. He simply falls on top of Sami Zayn and the referee drops down to make the count...

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Mauro Ranallo: Did he get him?

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Corey Graves: Kick out Sami!

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DING
DING
DING

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner via pinfall, Kevin OOOOOOwens!!!!



"Fight" plays again and the official helps an exhausted Kevin Owens get to his feet. KO has his arm raised almost in disbelief. It takes a moment for it to register but when it sets in, Kevin Owens begins to celebrate. 

Mauro Ranallo: Kevin Owens came to WrestleMania looking for a fight. It wasn't easy and there were times when it looked like he was down and out. But in the twelveth and final round, Kevin Owens proved that he is indeed a Prize Fighter!

Owens leaves the ring and heads up the ramp celebrating as WrestleMania continues.




The titantron switches from the UWF Rebellion graphic to a live feed from the beaches of Tampa Bay! Its Spring Break time, baybay! Shameless co-eds are gallivanting around, clad but scantily as they document their debaucherous hooliganery on Tik Tok or whatever the heck.

Amidst the drunken crowd are a pair of sore thumbs - fully adult men who's blacked-out aviators and sus moustaches suggest that they're there to creep on young women. Fortunately, that's not the case, and in fact, they're hear to work a case that's been stuck not only in their craw, but the collective craw of the UWF Universe for like... what? Two years now?
Invisible Stan: And they'll never find me! Bwahahaha!


Jones: Moondog, full transparency - I'm not sold on this plan of yours. I just watched a seagull eat vodka puke, fly to a food truck, and actually get served a burger. Nobody tried to stop any of it.



LeCavlier: That's just how they do things here in Florida, J.J. This place is as low as America gets - spiritually and on the map. Its just like the bottom bunk of a bunk bed in that God either can't or simply refuses to see it. But trust me, its worth it. Just think about it - we're on a beach. If Invisible Stan shows up - no - WHEN Invisible Stan shows up, we'll be able to see his footprints coming and going! He won't be able to sneak around this time. We'll catch him for sure.

Jones: Right. Of course. Its just that I always figured us as like... Noir detectives, ya know? Midnights and rainstorms - not beaches and date rapes. This vibe is all wrong.

LeCavlier: The ends justify the means. Now all we have to do is wait. If you get bored, there's a fun Florida-related game you can play. What you do is type "Florida Man" into google followed by your birthday, and sure as this beach is a dumpster fire of humanity, a news headline as surprising as it is hilarious will pop up. Go ahead. Try it!

Jones pulls out his phone and starts typing. You can try this at home, too, if you want.

LeCavlier: I gave it a shot earlier. Mine said "Florida man charged after slapping hot coffee on McDonald’s drive-thru employee".

Jones: Huh?

LeCavlier: What?

Jones: Mine just says "Florida man googles birthday".

Why am I not surprised?

An inflatable beach ball rolls up beside the two of them and pops, and out comes their on-again-off-again investigative journalist rival, Scoops McCallahan.



McCallahan: Surprise, surprise. Just like you two to be on google instead of guard for Invisible Stan. He could be running laps around you bozos while you're surfing the web.



Jones: Oh my gosh, look Moondog! Its a beached whale! Should we save it?



LeCavlier: Scoops, this is no time for femcel rage. This case has been cold for months and if the Florida sun can warm it back up, I'm worried we'll never find Invisible Stan.

McCallahan: For once we agree on something. Its a big weekend. We need to focus. We can't afford any stupid distractions like -


HEY GANG!



Yikes Carumba comes walking over, her husband Rhino on one side and forever third wheel Heath Slater on the other.

Carumba: Don't you just love it here? I love it hear. The ocean is like my wet home. I'm a Capricorn - obviously - so my fish half feels most comfortable when its under water. That's why I never go past the hips. Did you know there's never been a documented case in America of a goat drowning in the Atlantic ocean? There's no way I'm gonna be the first!

McCallahan: What the fuck are you even talking about?

Carumba: The stars, silly! And speaking of stars... there are so many out for Wrestlemania Weekend! I think my braces are tingling! I can feel a RUMOR coming on!

Yikes rubs her braces sensually. Her eyes roll back into her skull and her voice drops an octave with the prophecy of some hot gos.

CARUMBA: DID YOU HEAR THAT PRINCESS KATE'S DISAPPEARNCE HAS FINALLY BEEN -

A rogue beach volleyball flies out of the ether and knocks Yikes upside the head, snapping her out of her trance before she can reveal the mysteries of the missing Royal Family member. Rhino walks over to rip the arms off the poor idiot who just hit his wife. Yikes rubs the growing goose egg, wondering if a concussion will hamper her plans to go skydiving later.

Jones: Right, so anyway, like I was saying -

Before Jaytherious can say anything, another interruption!



LeCavlier: Wait... where are you?



Jones: What do you mean where am I? WAIT! Where are you?



McCallahan: Where the hell are you guys?

The three journalists look around and realize only now, halfway through the segment, that they can't see each other.

Slater: Maybe the Invisible Sorcery is contagious after prolonged exposure. That happened to a friend of mine, once.

McCallhan: We've been chasing Invisible Stan for two years. How have you never brought that up before?

Heath shrugs. At least he's still visible.

McCallahan: Rhino, did you know anything about this?



Rhino: Gore.

LeCavlier: Unbelievable. You two are what the military would call a couple of buddy fuckers. Let me guess, Sting has that knowledge too?



Sting: I’m retired.

Jones: And we’re invisible! Can we focus on finding a solution for that, say, before next Wrestlemania?

Rhino: Gore.

LeCavlier: Throw paint on us? That’s only going to make us temporarily visible, you one word using, numbskull!

Slater: Look. We're not gonna solve anything by standin' around and twiddlin' our thumbs. What need is some sciencetists to solve this problem with some good ol' fashion logic and firgurin'.

Jones: Right. And just where the hell are we supposed to find two scincetific brain cells to rub together in this, the armpit of America?

Carumba: What about over there?

Yikes points to the street nearest the beach, where a convention center is hosting the 72nd Annual Tampa Bay Geniuses of Tomorrow Science Fair.

LeCavlier: Hmmm. I knew I smelled virgin.

McCallahan: Gross. You and them, Moondog. But if I gotta rub shoulders with a bunch of nerds spending their Spring Break getting their volcanoes off instead of their rocks to get this invisibility thing fixed, then dammit, I'll do it.

The gang moseys over towards said science fair and heads inside. Sure enough, thick-glasses'd dorks and pencil-necked geeks are busy endeavouring to impress the judges with their inventions. The gang wanders down the aisles, looking for one that might know how to reverse their invisible issue.

Lucky them! They stumble across a booth with a banner that says "I HAVE SEEN INVISIBILE PEOPLE AND I CAN PROVE IT"

Jones: Perfect! Just we we need!

Rhino: Gore.

Carumba: You're right, honey. We are blessed and highly favoured.

They shove the judges and nerds aside to get close at which point they realize that they know the person responsible for this exhibit.



Jones: Nicholas?!?!?!

McCallhan: Fucking of course it is.

LeCavlier: There's no way you're  a Genius of Tomorrow. Fraud. Imposter. Poser. Dilettante.

Nicholas: You guys are just like all the other haters - all the kids at school who never believe me. Nobody ever believes me. I always say "Nobody at school is gonna believe this" and I'm always right. Just like I'm right about Invisible people.

Rhino: Gore.

Slater: Wait... can you see J.J. and Moondog and Scoops right now?

Nicholas: Uhhhh yeah, of course I can. They're standing right there.

McCallahan: But we're invisible!

Nicholas: If you say so.

Jones: But if we're invisible and you can see us, that means you can see Invisible Stan, too?

Nicholas: Obviously.

LeCavlier: Then how did you know he was invisible?

Nicholas: Cause his name is Invisible Stan. Stupid question man, real stupid question.

LeCavlier: I oughta slug you.

Jones: No time for that. And frankly, I think if we hang around here any longer I'm gonna catch dork syphilis. Let's grab the kid and bounce.

Slater: I've got kids.

Jones: Yeah but we need one with The Sight. Nicholas Joel Osment here is the key that cracks this case. I guarantee it.

McCallahan: Wait... is this an abduction? I wish I would've known. I would've brought my trusty abduction gloves.

LeCavlier: Relax, nobody's gonna miss him. Kids go missing in Florida all the time. Have you ever heard about any? No. Wanna know why? Cause the gators. People allllllllways assume its just the gators. No further questions, your honour.

Jones: Rhino, grabs the nerd and lets skiddadle. We've got a mystery to solve!

Nicholas: Nobody's gonna bel -

Rhino knocks the kid out cold with a swat upside the head then tosses him over his shoulder. The gang escapes out the back door before anyone knows what's what. Wrestlemania XIII rolls on!




Wrestlemania moves forwards as we cut to the victorious Swerve Strickland sitting down as his friend Nana walks into frame...

"Prince" Nana: "We..in...the...money...We..in...the...money..."



Nana is dancing along to the song of his own creation, Emotions running hot as Swerve Enterprises celebrate their well earned victory,  Swerve seems entertained as Nana raises the Prime Time Medal above his head like Simba from the hamlet rip-off, Lion King. Swerve wipes the sweat from his brow. Nana kneels before King Swerve offering the Medal to it's rightful owner. Swerve takes the medal from his comrades hands as he holds it tight.

Swerve: "Nana when you said you needed to discuss business with Carter, I should known you'd pull something like this. That's why you're my right hand... man. You were able to orchestrate this, I may be alot of things but one thing I am at the moment: is proud. Proud that Swerve Enterprises day to days are run by a man such as yourself. You see I handle business in the ring and you handle it outside. Swerve Enterprises is on the up and with this medal it's a gurantee that Swerve will have a title around his waist..."

"Prince" Nana: "Swerve thanks my friend, Next week we worry about your defences as tonight Swerve Enterprises hits the town and we my friend with gold like that are V.I.P wherever we may end up..."

The two men laugh, They are clearly having a good time, Swerve takes a sip of a indistinct bottle; clearly it's alcoholic as Strickland is blushed, Nana takes a sip of his own drink. The tension in the room rises as a familiar figure steps into frame, It's Damien Priest. Swerves face takes a moment to register his appearance...



Damien Priest: "Mind if I tag along..."

Swerve stands up and gives Priest a warm welcome, The crowd in the arena pop for the show of comradery, It's usually not like Swerve but it's clear Priest accepted the offer to be in Swerve's inner circle, Swerve reaches into the cooler and pulls out a cold brewski and hands it to his new left hand, Priest. Damien accepts as the three men stand  facing each other...

"Prince" Nana: "To Swerve Enterprises"

The three men clink each others bottles together, as they all tag a big swig, Swerve smacks Nana on the back "First rounds on you buddy". The three turn and begin to walk towards the exit. The scene moves onto our next segment...




As the crowd waits in anticipation for what’s going to happen next, suddenly the lights go out. A lone spotlight shines on the stage now as a single red balloon comes floating out. It pops loudly, audibly startling many within earshot of it, as the PA system then comes alive.



”Continuum” by Imminence begins to play as the lights come up, Vincent making his way from the backstage out to the Mania stage as he starts walking down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vincent!

Vincent keeps his eyes on the ring as he arrives at the end of the ramp and then enters the squared circle and gets ready for the match ahead.

The lights around Raymond James stadium dim. Tens of thousands of fans in attendance scooch up to the front of their seats, eagerly anticipating the next big match of the night.

It sounds like rainfall, but there aren't any clouds over Tampa tonight. The sound is coming from the speakers - it matches the scene on the titantron.



BLUE-EYES
DIABETIC DRAGON

When the riff from "Boiler" kicks in, Kyle O'Reilly storms out on to the ramp. Highlights of some of the finest fights ever put to screen air on the big screen over head as the Diabetic Dragon pays tribute to a lifelong influence of his style with a Nu Metal DBZ AMV.



The Human Swiss Army Knife is all alone tonight. No Joey Janela. No Bayley. No El Desperado. No partners. No teammates. Nothing but him and his opponent and the violence.

Chimel: Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 206 pounds... Kyle O'Reilly!

He doesn't pander or play to the crowd. The Canadian Psycho is a hundred percent dialed in ahead of this clash with his arch nemesis. Kyle steps through barbed-wire ropes and takes to the center of the ring just as the chorus line comes in, jolting that capacity crowd with an adrenaline rush to get them even more pumped up for what promises to be an absolute bloodbath.

O'Reilly walks over to the barbed-wire perimeters of the ring and grabs hold of the strand that has replaced the top rope. He squeezes until it draws blood, preparing himself for the feeling of shredded flesh as his music fades out.

DING! DING! DING!

Kyle and Vincent are both activated like android 21 or something as both men charge one another, Kyle goes for a low kick but Vincent sees clearly as he stomps right down on the knee which Kyle essentially gave to him on a platter, Vincent pulls Kyle by the leg towards the turnbuckle, Kyle gets a few good boots into the face of Vincent who twist the ankle of Kyle around the turnbuckle Kyle is struggling to pull his foot free as the barbed wire begins to break through the leather of his boots, Vincent uses the turnbuckle for leverage as he jumps up and plants his boot right on the ankle of Kyle, O'Reilly just about passes out from the pain caused by this one move...

Corey Graves: "Kyle try as he might, Kyle tried to use his skill to out maneuver the sick mind of Vincent but Kyle is going to have to sink to Vincent's level if he wants a chance in a match like this."

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle did say he wanted violence but when you're dealing with a purveyor of violence you need to as the kids say; Be one sick kinda fuck"

Tom Phillips: "Vincent caught a few stray boots while dragging Kyle and almost like something Friday the 13th Vincent is impervious..."

Vincent stomps down on the foot once more, The crowd and those at home watching wince, Some would even turn off the televison set. Kyle's shoe begins to fill with blood as it oozes out the holes that have begun to open further with the subsequent stomp. Vincent is able to reach through the barbed wire, The barbed wire tears at his skin a little but nothing like O'Reilly, Vincent grabs hold of a light tube that's leaning against the steel post, This little detour is enough for O'Reilly to push himself up foot still in wrapped in the turn buckle, Blood on his hand from his own reminder, O'Reilly wipes the blood down his cheek, He grabs hold of the shoulders of Vincent before planting a massive headbutt into the nose of the sadistic freak, Vincent falls back still holding the light tube...

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle getting himself time to get free..."

Vincent is quick back to his feet his nose is deviated ever so slightly, Kyle has begun to hop on one foot, Vincent smiles as he moves in for a quick  strike with the light tube as it passes his face, Kyle reveals he has been feigning being stuck as he swings around on his good leg and connects with a bloodied boot forcing the light tube to explode right in Vincent's face...

Tom Philps: "Holy hell shards of tube exploding in the face of Vincent..."

Corey Graves: "It's Vincent To-"

Mauro Ranallo:"IT'S INHUMAN IS WHAT IT IS VINCENT JUST TOOK A LIGHT TUBE TO THE FACE AND HE'S... HE'S... SMILING!"

Vincent smiles as blood trinkles down his eye lid, He catches O'Reilly with a forearm to the side of the head which sends Kyle dangerously close to the barbed wire ropes of the ring, Vincent goes to clothesline Kyle into the "ropes" but the D.Dragon knows whats up as he ducks the clothes line attempt, Kyle quickly pushes Vincent forwards causing  Vincent to go chest first into the barbed wire, Vincent, is attempting to remove the wires embedded into his chest but Kyle has his arms wrapped around his stomach as he rips Vincent from the wires as he plants him with a German Suplex on the top of his neck, Vincent rolls through onto his knees where he looks up to O'Reilly already back on his feet before Kyle connects with a kick right into the jaw of Vincent...

Mauro Ranallo: " Trying to take what ever it is to keep Vincent down..."

Kyle is quick to go to the corner of the ring and which under, He pulls the unexpected from the corner,  It's a samurai sword... Well a fake sword but whats not so fake is the barbed wire it's wrapped in. Kyle spins it around as if he has been practicing using a samurai sword, Vincent's has already got back to his feet smearing the blood dripping down his face and chest making it indistinguishable what's from where, Kyle hobbles towards Vincent as he swings with expertise towards Vincent who casually side steps the sword...

Tom Philips: "Kyle is trying to use sword covered in wire..."

Vincent tries to block the attack but Kyle connects to the shoulder of Vincent, The Diabetic Dragon tries to rip the sword from the shoulder but Vincent grabs it bare handed as he moves in closer as he hits Kyle with a vicious looking headbutt, Kyle falls backwards into the turnbuckle, Wire embedding in Kyle's back, Vincent removes the sword hanging from his shoulder, Vincent lifts up Kyle into a stalling vertical suplex, Vincent falls back as he sends Kyle head first into the turnbuckle...

Corey Graves: "Kyle taking the full frontal force of the headbutt. Most men wouldn't be standing Kyle saved by his ring position..."

Tom Phillips: "You say saved but falling into barbed wire does hurt hell of a lot..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Brain buster on the barbed turnbuckle..."

Kyle O'Reilly dazed and vulnerable, with barbed wire now embedded in his back and the back of his head. Vincent stands over him, a sinister grin plastered on his bloodied face as he relishes in the pain he's inflicted.  As Kyle struggles to regain his bearings, Vincent grabs hold of a steel chair that's been left near the corner of the ring. With sadistic intent, Vincent unfolds the chair, Vincent stands over Kyle, taunting him with a mocking laugh before he hoists him up into another vertical suplex, He than plants him down with a sudden inverted ddt onto the open chair...

Mauro Ranallo: "The Shining!"

Vincent seizes the opportunity to further inflict punishment upon his fallen adversary. With a sadistic gleam in his eyes, Vincent begins to unravel a length of barbed wire from the ring ropes, his intentions clear as he approaches Kyle's prone figure.

Mauro Ranallo: "Vincent is a man possessed in this match up..."

The crowd watches in horrified fascination as Vincent drapes the barbed wire across Kyle's chest, entangling him in a web of sharp steel. With a sickening smirk, Vincent presses his boot down onto Kyle's throat, applying pressure as he leans in close to taunt his helpless opponent. As the wire presses into Kyles neck...

Tom Phillips: "Kyle O'Reilly is at the mercy of Vincent, and it looks like there is no intention of showing any mercy tonight"

But just as it seems that all hope is lost for Kyle, a defiant glimmer flashes in his eyes. Summoning every last ounce of strength within him, Kyle grits his teeth against the pain, He uses his thumbs to move the wire upwards towards his mouth as he bits down on the wire as even Vincent is taken for surprise by the unorthodox approach of escape...

Tom Phillips "Vincent is just trying to maim Kyle rather than go for a win..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Both guys if they could would be beating each other until this time tomorrow but tonight we have to have one survivor of this Barbed Wire Massacre..."

As Kyle O'Reilly desperately bites down on the barbed wire, causing both pain and a semblance of freedom from Vincent's chokehold, the crowd erupts into a mix of shock and admiration for O'Reilly. With blood trickling down his face, his mouth and with his body battered and torn, O'Reilly summons his remaining strength to push himself up, Vincent releases his grip on the barbed wire, Vincent moves to the busted chair from earlier as he lifts it up off the canvas, He turns to O'Reilly who spits out the barbed wire who ducks the chair causing the strike to hit the turnbuckle, Vincent is slow to respond to a jumping superman punch from O'Reilly who while in the barbed wire choke hold had wrapped his hand in wire itself...

Tom Phillips: "When did Kyle have the time to prepare his hand?"

Mauro Ranallo: "When he was in the barbed wire choke-hold!"

Kyle wraps his other hand with the other side of the wire as he takes a boxing stance, He begins taking every open shot he can, One to the abdomen, two to the hip, as one spot opens Kyle is already striking the open body part, Vincent tries block every shot but to no avail. Vincent is bleeding from every shot as Kyle's hands take a brunt of each strike, Both hands now covered in tears as O'Reilly connects with another stiff strike, As soon as Vincent's guard drops, Kyle seizes the opportunity and delivers a devastating roundhouse kick to the temple, staggering Vincent backward. With blood streaming down his face and barbed wire still wrapped around his hands, Kyle unleashes a flurry of strikes, each one fueled by years of pent-up frustration and animosity.

Mauro Ranallo: "Vincent has never dealt with Kyle like this; An angry pissed off O'Reilly"

Vincent falls into the barbed wire ropes, They cut deep, Vincent pulls himself through the wire to the apron where he reaches below, Kyle is on the hunt to finish this once and for all, Vincent pulls a bag from under the ring, He pulls out what seems to be a sauce bottle or something akin, He aims and squirts the mysterious liquid into the eyes of Kyle.  O'Reilly usually cool as a cucumber begins to try and clear whatever was squirted into his eyes, he tries to unwrap his barbed gloves so he can wipe his eyes, Kyle is able to get free of the wire as he is able to clear one eye, Kyle can see a flash of fire from the hands of Vincent as the flames engulf his face, Usually that it but the fire begins to burn the liquid on his face...

Mauro Ranallo: "Did Vincent just use gasoline to blind O'Reilly!"

Tom Phillips: "Vincent is one sick fuck a fireball should be enough but he obviously had this planned from the start"

Corey Graves: "This is what happens when you come ill prepared into Vincents own personal fun house..."

With Kyle O'Reilly temporarily blinded and in agonizing pain from the fiery assault orchestrated by Vincent, the crowd watches in horrified silence as the Diabetic Dragon struggles to extinguish the flames engulfing his face and the gasoline burning his skin. Meanwhile, Vincent is able to get to his feet as he stares down at his fallen adversary, a twisted grin plastered on his bloodied visage as he revels in the chaos and suffering he's inflicted.

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle O'Reilly is in serious trouble now, folks. Vincent has taken sadism to a whole new level with that despicable attack!"

Tom Phillips: "You can see the agony written all over Kyle's face. He's fighting to put out those flames and regain his vision, but Vincent is showing no mercy whatsoever."

As Kyle desperately tries to regain his composure and assess the extent of his injuries, Vincent wastes no time in capitalizing on his advantage. With malicious intent, Vincent reaches under the ring once again, pulling out a baseball bat that's been wrapped in barbed wire. With a sadistic glint in his eyes, Vincent advances towards Kyle, who's still struggling to clear his vision.

Mauro Ranallo: "Vincent is not done yet. He's got that barbed wire-wrapped bat in hand, and he looks like he's got some more punishment in store for Kyle!"

Vincent lines up and swings for the fences as the bat hits between O'Rielly's legs, Vincent laughs as Kyle winces in a few octaves higher than normal. The crowd collectively winces as Vincent's assault continues, He smacks the bat right off the back of Kyle who has no choice but to give up clearing his vision. Vincent kicks O'Reilly over onto his stomach, Vincent begins offloading strikes with the bat into the shoulders and back of Kyle, With vision still impaired, Kyle begins to drag himself away from Vincent, Kyle begins to pull himself through the barbed wire ropes.  He is able to get a moment of freedom as he kicks Vincent in the knee as he struggles to keep away from the King of Horror...

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle is trying to survive"

Kyle reaches under the ring, He grabs hold of two important objects, Vincent though is already grabbing his blood soaked boot as he pulls him back through the wire with one hand and bat in the other. Vincent  goes to lift up the bat with both hands to swing for a homerun but Kyle turns and blindly throws one of the things he grabbed, Vincent is caught off guard as a baseball wrapped in barbed wire catches him in the eyes...

Tom Phillips: "Strike!"

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle using a last ditch effort to help him..."

Tom Phillips: "I don't think Vincent wants to win this match through conventional methods I think he wants to win through stopping the heart of O'Reilly..."

Kyle knowing he has a small amount of free time uses the other object he aquired, It's a bottle of Orange Juice, Kyle quickly twist the lid of as he uses the juice to clear his eyes, He uses about half the bottle to clear his eyes of gasoline as it must sting but it's nothing compared to the previous, Kyle skulls the rest of the glass bottle of juice as Vincent is met with a glass bottle to the side of the head, Vincent steps back as shards of glass penetrated his scalp and temple. Kyle is feeling a rush, a sugar rush to be exact, Kyle gets to his feet as the Horror King is stunned momentarily. Kyle grabs hold of Vincent's arm and whips him toward the barbed wire ropes with all his might.

Tom Phillips: "Kyle O'Reilly is looking to end this once and for all! He's got Vincent on the ropes, quite literally!"

Vincent, caught in the unforgiving embrace of the barbed wire ropes, cries out in agony as the sharp steel tears into his flesh. With blood dripping down his face and his body battered and bruised, Vincent struggles to free himself from the deadly trap. O'Reilly charges at Vincent, Kyle connects with a busaiku knee, As Kyle O'Reilly and Vincent crash through the barbed wire ropes and tumble out to ring side...

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle is throwing everything to keep Vincent down..."

Kyle is able to get to his feet, feeling the effects but the coursing adrenaline is what's keeping him moving. Vincent, meanwhile, struggles to regain his bearings, the effects of the grueling match taking their toll on his battered body. With blood streaming down his face and his movements sluggish, Vincent knows that he's in a precarious position, with Kyle O'Reilly closing in for the kill.

Tom Phillips: "This is bloody affair..."

As Kyle stalks towards Vincent, something poking from ringside catches his eye, He pulls from the apron a pack of light tubes, He has an idea, He grabs two chairs from under the ring setting them up facing eachother open, He places the Lightubes across the chairs. Kyle looks to lift up Vincent for some sadistic move, Vincent connects  with a headbutt right under the chin of O'Reilly who falls back onto the chair and tubes...

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle is draped over the chairs and light tubes this can't be pretty..."

Vincent has a sadistic smirk, His teeth covered in his own and his opponents blood, Vincent climbs up the steel steps, He looks down to Kyle as he jumps he is going for REDRUM but Kyle instinctively moves out of the way last moment. Vincent crashes through the light tubes, shattering them into a shower of glass and sparks as he lands hard on the unforgiving chairs that buckle under his weight...

Mauro Ranallo: "VINCENT MISSED THERE IS PANDEMONIUM RINGSIDE..."

Vincent is down. Or that's what you'd think not long after going through the pain, Kyle who is still reeling from the previous headbutt, Vincent rises to his feet, Blood pouring from every surface imaginable, The scene from Carrie would say this is too much blood but it ain't pigs its a mixture of Kyle and Vincents blood painting a bloody portrait. Vincent grabs hold of  Kyle bringing him to the the steel step, Vincent  forces Kyle to bite down on the step with a boot to the back of the head, O'Reillys two front teeth chipped. Vincent revels in the blood, He notices not too far away in the ring the barbed wire from earlier, He puts his hand through the "ropes" and begins to wrap the barbed wire tightly around the head of O'Reilly giving him a crown of barbed wire...

Tom Phillips: "What's this sicko got in mind!"

Corey Graves: "He won't stop at just winning this match..."

As Vincent tightens the barbed wire around Kyle O'Reilly's head, the crowd watches in stunned silence, unsure of what twisted plan he has in store for his adversary. With blood dripping down his face and his vision blurred, O'Reilly struggles against the relentless assault, but Vincent shows no signs of mercy.

Tom Phillips: "A crown of thorns!"

With a sadistic grin etched on his bloodied face, Vincent drags O'Reilly back into the ring, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. With Kyle's head ensnared in the deadly barbed wire crown, Vincent positions himself behind him with the chair from earlier positioned in front, He runs up going for the Bow Down, His foot is about to be on the back of the neck of O'Reilly, Kyle has other plans as he moves out of the way, The chair bends around the foot of Vincent who is stunned for but a moment.

Mauro Ranallo: "A new steel chair shoe for his troubles..."

Vincent goes to lift O'Reilly as he attempts to hit a headbutt to regain control, but Vincent is met with a headbutt of Kyles own making, The Crown Of Thorns turned against Vincent who loses out to the strike, which he'd normally win. Vincent is blinded by the crown of barbed-wire as Kyle O'Reilly seizes the moment of vulnerability, his adrenaline-fueled instincts kicking into overdrive. With Vincent momentarily stunned by the unexpected reversal, O'Reilly takes advantage with an Ax kick that puts Vincent to the mat...

Corey Graves: "Kyle just throwing out a headbutt and thanks to his crown Vincent was on the losing end of the meeting of minds..."

Tom Phillips: "Kyle needs to extend this slight reprieve.."

With blood streaming down his face and his body battered and bruised, Kyle O'Reilly stands triumphant in the center of the ring, his adrenaline-fueled determination propelling him forward despite the odds stacked against him.

Mauro Ranallo: "It's like something out of a horror movie, but tonight, Kyle O'Reilly is the hero of this story!"

With Vincent lying prone on the mat, Kyle O'Reilly wastes no time in capitalizing on his advantage. With the barbed wire crown still wrapped around his head, Kyle stumbles back his foot knocks the samurai sword wrapped in barbed wire, He picks it up he looks at it, His face lights up his smile clear even through the crimson mask, O'Reilly grabs the blade as he begins to unsheathe the hidden blade, It's not a fake sword it's real as can be, O'Reilly used the guise of a fake sword to sneak it under the ring...

Mauro Ranallo: "WAIT YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! IT'S REAL!"

Corey Graves: "How did he sneak that into the arena..."

Tom Phillips: "Trojan horse, You think it's all fun and games but Kyle is a genius..."

Kyle swings wildly towards Vincent with a downward thrust, Vincent opens his legs as the blade comes too close, The sword gets stuck in the canvas. Vincent's eyes look for something to defend himself, He sees it, he dives for the barbed wire bat, The diabetic dragon slashes towards Vincent who is able to get the bat up the metal bat is enough to block, Vincent scrambles to his feet as Kyle is already back to swinging the other direction. Vincent is able to block, but his face turns to pure enjoyment, He likes that this side of Kyle is being unleashed...

Tom Phillips: "I don't think I've witness a real life duel of fates..."

As Vincent revels in the escalating violence, Kyle's relentless assault with the samurai sword leaves him on the defensive. With the barbed wire bat in hand, Vincent manages to block Kyle's strikes, Vincent blocks a few over heads and side sweeps but decides it's time to go on an offensive, Vincent begins indiscriminately swinging the bat no rhyme or substance behind it, O'Reilly focuses on protecting the face but Vincent does get a few good shots into the abdomen of Kyle...
 
Tom Phillips: "Vincent bludgeoning his way through this duel."

With blood streaming down their faces and adrenaline coursing through their veins, Kyle goes for one big overhead swing, The samurai sword and the bat have had enough, They both break from the impact, The sword cuts most of the way through before the blade shatters, Tiny shrapnel fly towards Vincent catching him on the arms and back. Kyle looks at the hilt and throws away the broken shard before just unloading, Vincent follows suit as the two men are in the middle of the ring trading rights, Both men are unloading.

Corey Graves: "Both men are giving everything their final stand..."

As the relentless exchange of blows reaches its crescendo, both Kyle and Vincent dig deep within themselves, drawing upon every last ounce of strength they can muster.  Both men are tired and worn out but the match isn't over, Vincent hits an european uppercut that sends Kyle falling backwards almost back into the barbed wire. Kyle has one final trick as he puts his hand down the ring apron skirt, He pulls out a whip guess what it's wrapped in barbed wire like most of this match..

Tom Phillips: "How many toys did Kyle bring to this dance!"

Mauro Ranallo: "I wouldnt be surprised if we got barbed wire wrapped in you guessed it barbed wire!"

Kyle cracks the whips as it slashes across the chest of Vincent leaving a huge wound, Kyle whips once more causing Vincent to buckle as it wraps around his knee. The Dragon begins to unload with whip after whip the crowd wince with every strike, Vincent  looks unrecognizable with each and every strike bringing more blood and pain to the King Of Horror...

Corey Graves: "Vincent looks like some horror movie monster, He is unrecognizable and his pain tolerance seems to have reached a new height..."

Despite buckling Vincent stands back to his feet, his arms wide open as he relishes every strike of the whip, This frazzles Kyle who may be fucking crazy but he ain't this crazy to willingly be whipped, Vincent slowly begins to step towards Kyle who puts more into each whip to put down this man...

Mauro Ranallo: "VINCENT'S smiling the sick fuck..."

Vincent the man barely standing mere moments ago is closing the gap with each whip only slowing him down ever so slightly. Vincent gets close to O'Reilly  who can no longer gain enough momentum to whip Vincent, Vincent takes the whip forcefully from O'Reilly's hand who retaliates with a spinning heel kick to the abdomen, Vincent just takes the blow as he wraps the whip around Kyle's neck, He ties the whip around, He flicks the whip causing the knot to tighten and the wire to dig in....

Tom Phillips: "Vincent seems hell bent on choking out Kyle..."

Vincent smiles as Kyle grabs at his throat, Vincent tightens the grip on the whip, his sadistic pleasure evident as he watches Kyle O'Reilly struggle for breath. With blood pouring down his face and his body battered and bruised, Vincent places a boot on Kyles chest causing more leverage for the choking, Vincent revels as he hears Kyle spurt and sputter...

Corey Graves: "This is getting hard to watch..."

Kyle is losing oxygen quickly, O'Reilly digs deep and manages to grab hold of the whip with both hands, with all of his strength Kyle wrenches the whip free from Vincent's grasp, breaking free from his clutches and sending Vincent staggering backward. Gasping for breath, Kyle collapses to the mat, the barbed wire crown still digging into his flesh, but alive. Vincent is still a problem though he is still standing, He moves over Kyle as he lifts him up he locks in a Dragon Sleeper, we all know he is looking to finish it here...

Mauro Ranallo: "Looks like Vincent is going to finish it here..."

Tom Phillips: "But what is Kyle dong...."

Kyle grasp at anything he grabs the crown of barbed-wire on his head he removes it before placing it upon the one true king of horrors head, Vincent is taking back a bit by the unorthodox choice, but it's made clear as Kyle full sends his head back smacking the bridge of the nose and forcing the barbed wire crown into Vincent's head. Vincent releases his death grip. Kyle moves around Vincent before hooking the arms and lifting him up and planting him with a Dragon Suplex, Kyle bridges into the pin attempt...

One...

Two...

Three...

With bloodied and battered bodies, both men lie spent in the ring, the aftermath of their brutal encounter evident for all to see.As the bell is tolled on this barbed wire massacre. Neither man moves a muscle the ring looks as if it's painted red. Kyle with extensive damage all around as Vincent doesn't look much better either...

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: "The Winner of this match... Kyle O'Reilly!"

Kyle is too exhausted to stand both men are in a pile of their own blood as it pools on the ground. O'Reilly begins to slowly ascend to his feet as Vincent lies eyes wide open looking at the ceiling with a grin ear to ear. Kyle is barely standing at this point as he raises his hand in victory, He can only just about do that as he moves to the turnbuckles using those as a crutch to stay on his feet...



In the aftermath of the massacre, Kyle O'Reilly stumbles his way towards the center of the ring, hardly able to stand for loss of blood and getting banged up so bad. The fans give it up for the Diabetic Dragon's effort in the fight, but that outpouring is interrupted by an unexpected an uninvited guest.







Joey Janela stomps out on the stage when the riff kicks in. He's got two fistfulls of White Claw and he's heading down to the ring. All those cheers for Kyle take a sharp 180 to let The "Bad Boy" he isn't welcome - even in Florida. The bright lights reflect of the murky, gasoline-tint of his signature Pit Vipers. Janela's smiling from ear to ear despite the reaction. He's coming to celebrate.


Ranallo: Kyle O'Reilly made it crystal clear to Joey Janela that he didn't want him at ringside for this match tonight.

Graves: To be fair, he waited until it was over...

Phillips: I'm surprised they even let him in the building.

Ranallo: Maybe he broke in.


Janela scales the stairs and steps through the ropes in time with the chorus. He's bobbing his head from side to side, enjoying himself immensely despite the fact nobody else is. Kyle's too compromised to react much as Joey throws an arm around his pal's neck, celebrating the big stage with his pal. O'Reilly winces with the contact.

Its hard to hear the words exactly under the roar of the crowd and with The Cult blaring throughout the arena, but it looks like Joey says that he's "got something for that" as he hands Kyle a White Claw, doing him a favour in opening it first. Janela cheers's his own can against Kyle's, sloppy and aggressive like he already pre-gamed with a few backstage, then takes a big swig. O'Reilly doesn't even sip his.

Joey insists. Tells him to drink up. Kyle shakes his head and now he looks a little annoyed that Joey even bothered to come out to the ring. Janela's smile fades.


Phillips: Janela looks a bit offended that Kyle's not taking him up on the White Claw.

Graves: Brain-damaged Canadian Psycho won't even have a drink. What a scathing and entirely appropriate indictment of that frat house sewage water.

Ranallo: Fellas, I think there's some trouble brewing in that ring.


Joey nods and shrugs, making like he's taking the snub in stride as he takes Kyle's drink back and throws it over his shoulder without a care. Janela turns around to give Kyle the ring back and his moment in the spotlight...

THEN BOOM! SUPERKICK OUTTA NOWHERE!

Kyle O'Reilly goes down in the blood-soaked ring. There was no way he stopping or avoiding that hit. Not in the shape he's in. The boos somehow get even louder as Joey Janela towers over the broken Dragon.


Ranallo: That son of a bitch Joey Janela just stabbed Kyle O'Reilly in the back!

Phillips: And why? Because he didn't want him at ringside tonight? What a creep!

Graves: Clearly Janela has been using that idiot all along and he just ran out of use for him.


Joey takes one more sip of White Claw then pours the rest out on Kyle's KO'd body, adding some insult to injury. Janela then tosses his glasses aside, revealing crazed, deranged, vengeful eyeballs. He peels O'Reilly off the mat and sets him up for his most deadly maneuver - the Package Piledriver.

After everything else Kyle has been through tonight, that might could be enough to put him on the shelf indefinitely. That's exactly what The "Bad Boy" wants.


Ranallo: Where's security?!?

Phillips: This is disgusting!


Joey hooks the legs, smiling as he does so. Just as he's lifting Kyle's helpless body into the air...





Bayley comes running down that ramp! The crowd goes nuts! If the stadium had a roof, they woulda just blown it off!

The "Good Guy" dives into the ring and gets to her feet to confront The "Bad Boy", who has to ditch his attempt on Kyle's life to handle the incoming threat. He tries to get a shot in but Bayley swats his hand out of the way. Then she punches him in the face! Then she punches him the face again! Shot after shot, loaded with months and months of pent up frustration for the man that drove a wedge between her and her step-brother like Gollum did to Frodo and Sam on the steps to Cirith Ungol.

Joey's punchdrunk in a matter of seconds. His arms are flopping around like one of Bayley's old wacky inflatable arm-flailing tube men. She slips a grip under those arms to apply a Full Nelson, following that up with a vindictive Blue-Eyes White Dragon that lands that dirty dog right on top of his head!

The UWF Universe is cheering their guts out as Janela rolls out of the ring into the abyss. Bayley stands in the middle of the ring, breathing heavy for the effort while Kyle uses the ropes in the corner to pull himself to his feet.

He notices her for the first time. Big eye contact. Awkward silence between them. Bayley outstretches her arms. The crowd wants some friggin reconciliation here.

Kyle tilts his head back. Sighs big. Closes eyes for a sec. Blood's dripping off him. Lots of blood. The crowd's still cheering. Still expecting. Bayley's standing there waiting. He starts walking...

Straight into...


THE HUG~!


The crowd goes maximum ballistic as the step-sibs finally get cool again!


Phillips: Look at that!

Ranallo: Listen to the ovation... for Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley! What a brother... and what a sister!

Graves: You gotta be freaking kidding me...

Ranallo: They're back, Corey! The O'Reilly's are back at Wrestlemania!


It doesn't take too long for Kyle to just about fall over on account of he's still bleeding way way way too much. Bayley throws his arm over shoulder and helps him up the ramp to go find a doctor somewhere. The crowd keeps cheering till they're backstage and then some. Wrestlemania XIII rolls on!




--The titantron switches from the Wrestlemania graphic to a black screen, lightening up with a figure standing behind glass causing a shadow silhouette--



A frog in the well knows nothing of the great ocean. Remaining in your comfort zone will never bring about anything big to your life, and for my life I've remained comfortable. I will no longer be comfortable, I will dwell in and make discomfort my new normal. In doing so, I bring discomfort into the lives of all of those around me. Look around you and let sink in where you are, what you are seeing. You are part of Wrestlemania right now, the night dreams are made of. It is fitting for me to be here, I saw this night and planned to make it a showcase.  I know now to embrace something different than tonight, because the spectacle that is Wrestlemania is a blinding light I stared at for too long. I must make everything else special, change my view and make nights like tonight mean more because of what lead to it instead of because of it. You will see people live out their wildest fantasies, but you will also see people broken. A nightmare is but a dream not going your way, and I am here to bring those to light to more and more people. Sleep tight, for your nightmares have only just begun.

--Wrestlemania Continues--




As WrestleMania rolls on, we're prepared to go to the ring for the UWF Championship Match between the Challenger, LA Knight and the most dominant Champion in recent memory, Drew McIntyre. We're backstage where we see the Challenger making his way to the ring. He's mic'd up and the cameraman plans to follow his trek. Let's tune in. 




Mauro Ranallo: And there he is, the winner of the 2024 Royal Rumble Match, LA Knight.

Tom Phillips: Tonight may be the biggest match of LA Knight's career as he looks to end arguably the most dominant Championship reign in UWF history. 

LA Knight: For almost Sixteen months, L....A...Knight has been going out to that ring and telling anyone that would listen that he is the absolute best in this business. For sixteen months, L...A....Knight has had to scratch and claw his way to the top. There have been tons of hurdles along the way. The PrimeTime Medal being the most obvious. But it's not the only time L...A....Knight has faltered. L...A....Knight had to watch King of The Ring go to a guy that can't even lace his boots. L...A....Knight had to look up and watch as his Money in The Bank contract went to someone else. L...A....Knight has to watch as other undeservig so-called "Superstars" jumped in line ahead of him. L...A...Knght knew the only way to get what he wanted was to correct another failure. 

Knight turns the corner and starts walking towards the Gorilla position.

LA Knight: Last year, L...A....Knight came so close to being in this exact position. He could damn near taste it. And yet, it slipped right through L...A....Knight's fingers. If there was one thing the Million Dollar Megastar knew for sure, it was that losing couldn't happen again. L...A....Knight had to punch his ticket because the only guarantee that L...A....Knight would ever get a shot like this was by winning the Royal Rumble. Now, there are people out there that love to discredit L...A....Knight's Rumble victory since he won it from the Number 30 spot. L...A....Knight doesn't care if it's envy that L...A....Knight accomplished something that they never could; the fact of the matter is, L...A...Knight made history. 

Knight climbs the steps and waits near where the wrestlers make their entrance.

LA Knight: But just winning the Royal Rumble is not enough. Sure, L...A....Knight's name is in the record books, but there's still one job left. And that's to actually win the big one. And to do that, L...A....Knight has to end the most dominant Championship run in UWF history. In order to become Champion, L...A....Knight has to do the unthinkable and beat Drew Mcintyre. In one on one competition, there are very few men that can say they have gotten the best of Drew since this run has begun. But in order for L...A....Knight to stand where he believes he should be, he has to go through Drew. 

LA Knight: In the buildup to tonight, Drew McIntyre and L...A....Knight have done a lot of talking. And it's obvious that Drew doesn't think L...A....Knight deserves to be here. In his words, L...A....Knight is nothing more than a minor player that's just getting his fifteen minutes of fame. Everyone that has stepped to Drew has failed. The list is long. The list is impressive. But those men that Drew defeated were not the Million Dollar Megastar. Those men don't have the drive that L...A....Knight has. And it's that drive that will propel to victory and the UWF Championship for the very first time. 

LA Knight: Drew McIntyre is on record saying that L...A....Knight needs to win this match. And in a weird way, he's right. L...A....Knight does need this. L...A....Knight does need this because L...A....Knight can't wait another sixteen months to get his shot. L....A.....Knight can't wait for the Royal Rumble to come around again next year. L...A.....Knight needs to win tonight because that Championship should be held by someone that can say they are the absolute best this business has to offer. And L...A....Knight knows at the bottom of his heart, that is not Drew McIntyre. 'Ya looking at the best. 'Ya looking at the man that works twice as hard as everyone else, including Drew. 'Ya looking at the next UWF Champion. 

LA Knight turns to the curtain that separates backstage from the fans.

LA Knight: In a few moments, L...A....Knight is going to walk through that curtain as a Challenger. But when L...A....Knight walks back through, he'll be coming back as Champion. We didn't come this far just to come this far. Tonight, the era of Drew McIntyre ends. Tonight, we crown a new Champion. Tonight ends with Tony Chimel, Raymond James Stadium, Tampa, Florida and every wrestling fan around the world saying AND NEW! UWF Champion...

LA Knight doesn't finish his sentence. He simply holds his finger up as the intro to his music begins playing. 




DING DING!

Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UWF Championship! Introducing first…



"Knight Vision" begins to play throughout the arena and the capacity begins to groan because they know what time it is. It is time to titillate their juices with the arrival of the "Thursday Night Thriller". This is the "Million Dollar Megastar". This is LA Knight. Knight does not take long bursting through the curtain and out onto the stage. The reception he receives isn't warm whatsoever but LA Knight does not care. He soaks in the atmosphere while the jeers rain down on him.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Million Dollar Megastar", L...A....Knight!

As Chimel announces the brash star from Baltimore, Knight spells his name out in the air just to make sure that everyone knows exactly who he is.



Knight continues down the ramp towards the ring. The entire time he talks trash to all the people in the front row. He's not here for them; he's here for himself. As he reaches the end of the aisleway, he heads towards the hard camera before leaping onto the ring apron and posing for everyone to see him. There is no shortage in confidence in Knight tonight, as he enters the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws up the "LA" hand sign.



Knight leaps off the top rope to the canvas and continues to prepare for the upcoming match he has.

Tony Chimel: And the opponent…



As the sound of metal clashing echoes around the building, “Wish It Away” by Psycho Dalek starts to play and out from behind the curtain steps the reigning UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. With the title belt strapped around his waist, The Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp and after taking a moment to stop and look at the ground, he tilts his head up and raises both fists in sync with two fire pyrotechnics either side of him.

Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is the Ultimate Wrestling Federation Champion, The Destroyer, Drew McIntyre!



The master of the Claymore walks down the ramp and upon reaching the end makes a turn towards the steel ring steps. After taking a brief pause, he smacks the top of them with his open right hand, not once, but twice, before climbing up and entering the ring through the middle rope. Once inside, McIntyre heads for the opposite turnbuckle, climbs to the top rope, unclips the title and perches for a moment before raising it high into the air with his right hand. As more fire pyro goes off from the stage, McIntyre dropping back down to the mat and unclips his ring coat with his spare hand in anticipation for the upcoming contest to begin.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, champion and challenger approach one another and meet in the middle of the ring. Drew immediately pie faces Knight, pushing him away, as Knight comes back from it and slaps Drew across the face. “The Destroyer” looks none too happy but doesn’t get to process it long as LA slaps him across the other side of his face with his other hand. Drew is incensed as he seizes the neck of his opponent with both hands and starts choking and shaking him like a rag doll. Knight grabs Drew’s hands with his hands and begins prying them away whilst being choked and shaken as Drew suddenly raises his knee up into the, “Million Dollar Megastar”’s abdomen, causing him to hunch over as Drew hooks the head and the arms and absolutely spikes LA with a Future Shock DDT. Confident, Drew rolls Knight over and covers him, hooking the leg.

O…

NAH NAH, DUMMY!

It isn’t even a full one count before Knight gets the shoulder up. McIntyre grabs Knight from the mat with both hands and hurls him through the air into the nearest corner, LA hitting hard as Drew charges and sandwiches him in between the turnbuckle and his body weight. Drew backs up as Knight falls forward, the champ catching him around the head as he hooks the arms and plants him into the mat with another devastating Future Shock DDT. McIntyre again rolls Knight over, covers him, and hooks the leg.

O…

NAH AGAIN, DUMMY!

Once more, it’s not even a full one count but this time LA kicks out. McIntyre furiously creates some distance between them, standing in the nearest corner as LA gets to his feet.

Tom Phillips: Drew McIntyre trying his damndest to end this one quickly.

Mauro Ranallo: It’s going to take more than that to snuff out the Royal Rumble winner, as he’s showing us.

Corey Graves: Desperation and frustration are no doubt consuming Drew but he hasn’t been UWF Champion this long for no reason, and that’s why we’re seeing cooler heads prevail as he takes a moment to regroup and collect himself.

Champion and challenger approach each other again and this time begin circling one another. Drew lunges forward and goes for a Glasgow Kiss but Knight moves to avoid it, managing to simultaneously get his knee up into the abdomen of his opponent. However, it’s seen that Drew moved his hands in time to block the knee as he pushes up, sending Knight staggering off balance into the ropes. LA catches himself on the ropes as McIntyre charges, Knight going low and sending Drew up and over. The UWF Champion lands on the apron though as he blasts Knight in the back of the head with a forearm that sends him staggering forward as Drew leaps over the ropes and plants the, “Million Dollar Megastar” with a Bulldog.

“The Destroyer” gets up to his feet after this and scrapes his boots on the mat in front of where Knight was planted as though he were kicking dirt in his face, then turns and grabs Knight by the hair and pulls him up to a vertical base, LA smacking his arm away before delivering a straight jab with his other arm. Drew flinches as LA lays in another straight jab, and another, then another before leaning his head back with a hearty, “YEAH!” before dropping a Bionic Elbow on the top of his opponent’s head. Drew is knocked downward to one knee as he has one hand on the mat as Knight brings his hands together like you would for a Double Axe Handle then swings forward, connecting with Drew’s face and knocking him flat on his back.

LA goes to follow up with a Jumping Elbow Drop but Drew rolls out of the way and Knight hits nothing but mat. As he pops up holding his elbow, McIntyre shoots up from the mat like he was spring loaded and absolutely clobbers the number one contender with a Glasgow Kiss. Knight staggers into the ropes again, blood running from his nose because of the angle Drew’s head connected as he catches himself on the ropes. The, “Scottish Psychopath” charges again, going for a Big Boot but LA moves and Drew gets hung up on the ropes, Knight diving at the knee of the other leg and taking Drew down to the mat.

The number one contender goes to dive on his opponent but McIntyre rolls backward onto his feet and stands up, avoiding the attack. LA hits the mat with both fists in frustration but is quick to shake it off as he gets to a vertical base himself, Drew running into him, the force of the collision sending Knight through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Tom Phillips: Oh my!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia, that had to feel like getting hit by a truck!

Corey Graves: That’s the only offense of Drew’s that Knight didn’t telegraph. If the champion is smart, he’ll stay on him.

As Knight is on the floor, Drew steps through the ropes onto the apron and leaps off, going for a Meteora of sorts but LA gets out of the way and Big Mac’s knees hit the outside floor. As the big man writhes in pain on his side, LA gets to his feet and delivers a stomp to the side of one of Drew’s knees, causing him to cry out in greater agony. LA grabs Drew’s ankles now and starts dragging him across the ground, but only gets a few drags before Drew pivots to the side, throwing Knight head first into the edge of the ring. LA hits hard and falls to the ground as McIntyre goes to stomp on him but Knight rolls underneath the ring, causing Drew to rip the ring apron. As he does, LA pops up quickly and delivers a thumb to the eye, then pushes Drew with both hands, creating some distance so that he can follow up with a Discus Punch that sends McIntyre staggering into the barricade.

Knight runs and goes for a Big Boot but Drew jumps out of the way and then grabs Knight as he brushes past, dumping him over the barricade into the crowd. Drew goes after his opponent now but as he gets one leg over, LA pops up suddenly and blasts him in the face with a nearby fan’s drink, then clobbers him in the side of the head with a punch to knock him to the ringside area floor. As Drew hits the floor, he gets up to his hands and knees as Knight leaps over the barricade and executes a Leg Drop across the back of his neck. With Drew laying flat on the floor now, Knight heads over to the ring and climbs up onto the apron, plotting his next move out as Drew starts to get up. Knight goes to jump but McIntyre is up and lands a punch to the stomach, causing LA to hunch and fall forward as Drew catches him and delivers a modified Future Shock DDT!

Tom Phillips: Oh my again!

Mauro Ranallo: There may be nothing left of the, “Million Dollar Megastar”’s vertebrae after that landing!

Corey Graves: I don’t know what Knight was planning but it may be a risk he wishes he didn’t take in the long run of this match!

Drew pulls a limp Knight up to a vertical base and rolls him into the ring, then follows after. Instead of going for the pin, McIntyre seems to have something more sinister planned as he reaches down and feeds his arms under and around Knight’s, then in one quick motion pulls him upward and sets him on his feet, a submission very familiar to the audience and LA alike applied: the Adonis Lock.

Tom Phillips: Dastardly!

Drew rocks Knight back and forth so that no matter how much he struggles, he can’t get free. LA manages to stomp on Drew’s foot despite this, causing him to loosen the hold a bit as LA slinks down to get free then pops back up and turns around, clobbering Drew with a punch right to the mouth. Drew staggers into the ropes as Knight hauls off and connects with another one, Drew flipping backward over the ropes but he lands on the apron and dives through the opening between the top and middle rope, taking Knight down with a sort of Spear. Drew stays on Knight as he grabs his head with both hands and starts beating it repeatedly against the mat furiously.

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia! LA Knight’s going to have a concussion by the time this match is over with!

Drew relents after an uncomfortable amount of slams, then gets to his feet and walks over to the corner diagonal from Knight as he sizes him up.

Corey Graves: “The Destroyer” is looking for ultimate destruction here!

Knight sits up woozily as he places his hands on the mat at his sides and starts back to a vertical base. LA is on spaghetti legs as he returns to his feet and the second he does, Drew comes barreling towards him and it all looks to be over. But just when it looks that way, Knight falls to the mat and is pulled out of the ring. McIntyre, as a result, ends up hitting the Claymore to the turnbuckle and falling to the mat. LA turns and sees “The Masterpiece” Christopher Adonis pulled him out of harm’s way as the two men embrace to a mixed reception from the crowd.

Following the embrace, Knight re-enters the ring and stands in the same corner Drew was just in as he starts sizing up the UWF Champion. Drew gets up to his feet and turns around and as he does, LA Knight charges him and goes for the Claymore but suddenly someone slides into the ring and gets between him and Drew, taking the brunt of the move himself!

Tom Phillips: Stokely Hathaway just jumped on a grenade for Drew McIntyre!

Mauro Ranallo: I don’t think anyone watching would argue that Drew’s reign was just rescued from the jaws of defeat!

Corey Graves: At least that’s the case for now! The match isn’t over yet!

Knight and Drew look at the downed Hathaway, then at each other, as Drew gets up and drags Stokely to the ropes, rolling him out of the ring with Knight taking advantage of the distraction as he delivers a Running Double Axe Handle to the back of Drew’s head as he then turns him around and hooks the head then the arms, planting Drew with a Future Shock DDT! LA leans back and covers Drew cockily.

ONE!


TWO!

NO!

Drew kicks out and LA can’t believe it. LA creates some distance, hitting the ropes and going for a boot to the face when he comes off of them but McIntyre grabs him and reverses into a ring shaking Spinebuster. Drew goes to the corner again now and sizes up Knight once more. As he waits however, suddenly LA kips up as he gestures for McIntyre to bring it. Drew angrily responds by going for a Pump Kick but Knight sidesteps it and  hits a picture perfect Standing Dropkick.

Knight is up to his feet again quickly, clearly enjoying a second wind, as McIntyre angrily gets to his feet and walks up to Knight, unloading on his sternum with the stiffest chop he can unload, Knight wincing from the impact before firing off a Headbutt as Drew winds back for another chop. As Drew is dizzied, LA pounces on him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts unloading on him with furious rapid punches.

Tom Phillips: Shades of Stone Cold Steve Austin!

Mauro Ranallo: A former UWF Champion and someone LA Knight has had a few interactions with in the past!

Corey Graves: If Drew doesn’t knock this second wind out of Knight, his reign is in trouble I feel!

LA gets up and moves to the head of McIntyre, throwing up his signature hand gesture before hitting the ropes. When he comes off of them, he stops at the head of McIntyre again with an utterance of, “YEAH!” before connecting with a People’s Elbow! As Knight gets up from this, Drew suddenly sits up and looks at him with viciousness. LA is frozen in his tracks as McIntyre returns to his feet, going to goozle his opponent but it turns out the, “Million Dollar Megastar” was just acting as he sidesteps this and reaches back to grab Drew as he connects with a Side Russian Leg Sweep.

As Knight gets up and goes to follow up by grabbing his opponent, Drew connects with a kick to the abdomen and gets up, taking LA down with a Short Arm Clothesline. Drew heads to the corner again as LA starts to get up to his feet.

Tom Phillips: Don’t get up!

Mauro Ranallo: Stay down!

Corey Graves: Hey, that’s my line!

Despite the pleas, LA gets up and this time when Drew comes barreling towards him, he connects with the Claymore and absolutely turns the number one contender inside out. McIntyre licks his lips as he makes the cover.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

BUT WAIT A MINUTE!

The ref counts three but before the ring bell is sounded, a ringside official comes over and chats with him. The referee motions Tony Chimel over and he then makes an announcement.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, LA Knight’s foot was on the rope so this UWF Championship match will continue!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction and Drew looks furious as he returns to the corner. Knight grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself up, his back to McIntyre who is practically trembling with anticipation to deliver another Claymore. Knight gets to his feet now and instinctively turns around as Drew barrels towards him but Knight jumps out of the way and, just like earlier in the match, “The Destroyer” hits the turnbuckle. LA heads over and grabs Drew, guiding him up and then delivering a Blunt Force Trauma into the turnbuckle! Knight grabs Drew and drags him away from the ropes before collapsing on him.

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

DING DING DING!

Tony Chimel: Here is your winner and the NEW UWF Champion, L…A….Knight!



Tom Phillips: He did it! He actually did it!

Mauro Ranallo: It’s been a long, tough road for LA Knight but now he has reached the summit and can enjoy his moment in the sun!

Corey Graves: Hell of a reign by Drew McIntyre, that can’t be understated. He was a great UWF Champion.




END OF SHOW


Credits

UWF Championship - Dresden
Breeze vs Roman vs Ciampa - Rawisrey
Bayley/Rude vs Collapse - Danny
First Blood - AndyDNU
Owens vs Zayn - CWalker
TV title 5 way match - Fauche
O'Reilly vs Vincent - Jye

[Dres]

First and foremost, my apologies for holding the show up. I always take on the task of a match and tell myself I’ll start on it early, then I get busy mostly but also procrastinate and then once again I find myself writing it in pretty much one sitting. I wrote about 1,300 words of it last night and put together the other half whenever I had the chance during downtime at work. Thanks to Danny for letting me contribute and for letting me have this match. All these years after Cwalker as head writer put the UWF Championship on my Austin, I’m happy to be the writer for the match that he wins the same title. A lot of hard, quality work has finally paid off. YEAH!

Like I put in the commentary though, Andy was a hell of a champion. I threw my best material at him during our feud and still couldn’t conquer him so that’s personally how good I know he is. What a character and strong performer. Congratulations on a great reign and putting out so much great material during that time and being the very definition of a fighting champion.

Next I give my love to Fauche, someone else I threw my best material at, especially trash talk three and five. But you won, brother, Kyle finally has the Marseglia monkey off his back and what a post-match feel good moment with Bayley. Great stuff!

I was going to take some time off honestly but Danny has told me what’s next and I’m excited to stick around for it. This run has let me feud with a lot of fun opponents and the future shall be no different.

Thank you to the other five writers that helped write matches and took some workload off of Danny. You all wrote splendid matches. What a spectacular Mania!

[Fauche]

I've been super super outta the loop lately, busy as heck, not reading much of anything, didn't even think I'd have time for promos or Rebellion till some other stuff fell through. That's what Drake calls "God's Plan" cause it all worked out in the end. Anyway, just thrilled for us to be having a WM13. The numbers make you think about how long this has been going on. That's a lot. Six since Revolution started. The biggest shout outs to Danny for keeping this boat afloat for that long. Quick thoughts. Saving juicy scoops for podcast if and when.

Heck yeah we got us a Prizz Tizz Mizzle back on the scene. I like the helicopter special entrance and "LET BATTLE COMMENCE". Jye the 1st and now 20th guy to hold that PTM isn't that neat? Later on he brings Damien Priest on board. Love a heater. But alas, poor Damien. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

At first I thought Rey was putting some kinda secret code into this Breeze promo but its just Breeze being bad with names and haphazard capital letters. Unless...

The Mighty Caleb invading Florida via Viking ship. TMC is the best babyface on the roster.

The only way to get wins on Breeze is attack the face. Code cracked. This dude is dead meat. Shout out to Gunn for just building up so much gosh dang steam with Ciampa, getting him right back to where he was when he got dropped about a year ago. Would love to see Tommaso get hisself a crack at that world title some day soon.

Evolution J I saw that maybe you're thinking about dipping out again and I hope you don't. Your Carmelo Hayes is just dandy. But also its an abomination to have him and Trick talk in the same font colour and it makes me sick to my stomach and I promise if you change it I'll ask Jimmy to book you to win all the time.

I really wanted to take this five way backstage and bring Squirt Angle back into the mix but then I figured there was gonna be so much hardcore match stuff tonight this one should be a little more chill. Was stressed about not getting a start on it earlier but then just had a blast writing it Sunday morning. Five way different characters that were interesting to mix up, hope everyone feels like they got some shine in. Shout outs to Sam on what I think officially clocks in at a 150 day reign which I think is fourth longest of all time. That's rad. Congrats to ada on picking up that title, a win no doubt in large part thanks to you finally getting that profile up.

Downright touched by the nods to the past with this Owens promo (also Danny bringing in Callihan for Rebellion). Tapout's doing his typically excellent working making this character his own. Excellent match by Cwalker. Loved them gifs.

Bummed as bummed gets that we're missing out on Crann this Mania season, but the tag thread we got as a last minute replacement was a lot of fun. Working with Dres and Mattchewie is the best. Massive props to Dres for posting two tt's to keep up with our one each for multiple rounds. Love doing the oldschool short zingers, trying to make less count instead of being all long-winded and stuff. Also this is a fun match by Danny. Makes you wanna see way more Abadon. Makes you wanna see a profile page for Sinn.

Big ups to Jye for writing a really really really fantastic Barbed Wire Massacre match. All the sharp stuff you ever wanted plus a bat versus sword fight you never knew you needed. Love Vincent trying to maim Kyle rather than going for the pin ever. Love the gore. Love the effort you poured into this. Feuding with Dres is always a blast, this time was no different. Got some nice little co-promos in even though we were both supes busy, but more important, that thread was so much fun. Getting to mix it up with this fresh iteration of his character while digging up so much history was cool. His last two tt's especially were unreal - classic Mania season Dres stepping up to bring that extra spicy heat. Looking forward to whenever we get to do it again.

MYSTERY PROMO! I love a good mystery promo! Lots of nightmare talk. Could it be a Cody? Are we getting a Cody again? Who knows!

Huge congrats to Cwalker winning that UWF title against the stiffest competition in town. Love when the guys holding the top belt are dropping promos every week and commenting on shows all the time and tt'ing like fiends and setting the bar for what going full tilt looks like. Getting that from champ and contender heading into the biggest show of the year is as ideal as ideal gets. LA Knight's been chasing that strap for - as he says - sixteen months. Finally made good at Mania. That's beautiful. Also the first world title for Cwalker since Matt Morgan like ten years ago! Retirement is for suckers.

Shouts outs to Andy for a 259 day reign as UWF Champ. Longest reigning UWF Champ on Revolution and also I think of all time. That's unreal. Being able to pull off an ass-kicker monster champ means you gotta be good and consistent and that's a hard thing to do for a long time. You killed it. An all-timer run on top. Most dudes fall off or switch characters after a stint like that cause its exhausting, but if there was ever a guy to rebound and become the first ever character to win the world title twice on Revolution, it might could dang well be McIntyre.

Seven matches with seven writers is the best. Everyone write more matches all the time so we can do at least thirteen more of these.

[Cwalker]

13 Manias. That’s so impressive. Kudos to everyone that has made this possible. It’s quite the achievement.

I don’t know where to start with this show. It’s massive.

Big ups to Jye winning the Prime Time Medal. I’ve been saying for weeks that you can tell when someone is really just feeling his character. And Jye is in that mode right now. I’m interested to see where Swerve Enterprises goes with Priest now in the fray.

If Jye is the hottest guy going right now, Gunn has to be a close Number 2. Ciampa has been on a roll as of late. He picks up a huge win. Shame that Chase couldn’t get involved in the thread but things happen. Breeze and Ciampa’s futures should be very fun to watch.

Ada ends Sam’s reign with the TV title. Sam worked his ass off throughout that run and wouldn’t be surprised to see him try and get that belt back.

The Barbed Wire Massacre was probably match of the night in my eyes. Brilliant writing by Jye. Really put over Vincent’s sadistic side. O’Reilly gets a huge win, payback and a WrestleMania moment with his sister.

And now for my match. Man Andy, this was a lot of fun. We bounced ideas off one another very well and I hope we have one more match down the line. Your Drew is impeccable and a damn near 260 day reign as Champion proves it. It’s been an honor to work with you.

As Fauche so kindly pointed, it’s been over 10 years since I’ve been UWF Champion. To be honest, I didn’t think it was going to happen. Another honor to hold the top title. The hard work is just beginning though.

Let’s keep moving forward! The future looks very bright

[Evolution J]

Well. What a amazing show and it was well written as usual. I honestly must say I have enjoyed while I am still rusty. I pretty much knew I was going to lose. But I have try my best. I honestly am not sure if I will continue rping as Carmelo Hayes, or start using a different character. I might just quit altogether. I haven't made my decision yet.

But things haven't been easy because the rusty have been killing my rping skills of late. I am still surprised everyone actually enjoyed my stuff. Over all. Congrats to Ada for winning the Television Championship. Also congrats to Cwalker for winning the big one. You deserved it and you have worked your ass off. I am proud of you despite only knowing you for a year.

Congrats to Jye on his win. He have been killing it every since he started using Swerve. It's a perfect and I am enjoying your work.

Despite Jamie not winning. I am pretty sure Jamie will win a championship sooner than later.

Congrats to Fauche on winning his match against Dres. You both have absolutely killed it. That's why I enjoyed both of your work.

Rey is killing it as Tyler Breeze. Win or lose. He still got it.

Sucks to hear about Chase. He was doing good with Roman Reigns. Hope he gets everything sorted out and make a grand slam return.

Congrats to Tapout on winning his match. He still got it.

Enjoyed Andy's work as Drew. He had a awesome run as UWF Champion so far. I won't be surprised if he is coming back for that championship. Looking forward to seeing what is next for him.

Whoever the mystery guy is. Looks pretty dope. I thought it was Karrion Kross.at first. But I wouldn't be surprised if.it is Cody Rhodes l like Fauche said.
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Overall. Everyone did a amazing job. Props to those who help write the show. It wouldn't be the same without you all. Anyhow that is all I got to say at the moment. Later.

[AndyDNU]

It's been said already but still worth mentioning that thirteen UWF Mania's says so much about the dedication and love that goes into all of this, so nothing but praise for everyone that has and continues to contribute to make these spectacles feel special.

I tried to write the first blood match as more of a fight than a conventional wrestling bout by favouring actual attempts from both guys to try and draw blood rather than them showcasing their grappling talent. I hope it felt a bit more real in that sense and folk enjoyed reading. The PTM stipulation was added fairly late on but it added an interesting twist to what had been one of the more personal rivalries on the fed in recent times. Congrats to Jye for picking up the win and doing some solid work with Swerve of late. Tough loss for Xander on this occasion, but I've got faith that he'll turn things round with Orton and get him firing in due course.

Nice triple threat bout and Ciampa once again proving that he's probably the deadliest guy on the roster when it comes to utilising steel chairs, and now that he's got Oba Femi watching his back he's quickly become an even deadlier threat. Hopefully Chase missing out on TT'ing is just a temporary blip and he'll be back to continue the work with Reigns and the new Bloodline. Not sure what's next for Breeze but given that Rey always delivers excellent work I'm sure there's still big things to come. Then we had the TV title 5-way was a fun affair as expected and the ending sets up the potential next feud for the title. Always an interesting scene and it was good that this thread got responses from all participants to show that the desire to win it was there. Then jumping over a match momentarily to highlight Owens vs Zayn, a contest that's always fun to watch on TV and was great to read and imagine playing out as well. Great to see extra effort go into the thread as well and hopefully the win for Tapout will serve as a momentum boost to get a nice run with KO on the go.

Onto the dudes pulling double duty in Dresden and Fauche with the mixed tag bout and then the barbed wire massacre. Shoutout also to Mattchewie who contributed to the tag match and was still able to be involved in a way that fitted nicely after the original plans in place appeared to be changed. Two awesome threads for two different and very fun bouts, each nicely written. You know when Dres and Fauche start cooking that everyone eats well and it was pretty awesome to see two UWF stalwarts go full pelt and make a proper occasion of it. Can't wait to see the next steps that both guys take with their characters, and big up that golden Mania VII ending with Kyle & Bayley reuniting ala Macho Man & Elizabeth.

Thank you to Dres for writing a killer main event and big thanks to Cwalker for working such a programme with me over the past number of weeks. Really pleased with the work we were able to do in building this up and making both of our guys strong credible threats, and I think the match certainly rewarded those efforts. Knight winning I think is proof that sticking with a character for a lengthy period and working through the ups and downs can indeed bring you the ultimate reward. Congratulations Cwalker on the win and I look forward to seeing how you fare with Knight now that he's in the driving seat.

Proud of the reign that I was able to have with Drew and all the programmes that I've been involved with since picking up the character a year ago. The good thing about how this run played out and the timing of it is that I still feel like there's so much more to say and do with him, so I'm looking forward to seeing what's next and what scope there is to develop things further. Not sure what the immediate plans are, but in the long term I'm already thinking ahead, and with a hopefully good year behind me I'll be able to go into the next Mania still in good form and can ideally bring an end to the losing streak that has now creeped in (0-5...).

Will close by giving thanks to all the match writers and folk who submitted promos, and of course Danny for continuing to keep these shows running and well organised. Can't wait to see the fallout on the next show, but until then, have a good rest of the week guys.

[Jimmy Uso]

that Fatal Five Way was fantastic but if Rhea Ripley wouldn't drag Eve's Papi Eddie's foot then he would've been a three time UWF TV Champion but instead Eddie would've probably be in a feud with Finn and The rest of The Mafia down the road or near the future but most important is that Guerrero could be next in line for an InterContinental Championship or an UWF Champion from The Megastar LA. Knight but whatever next for Latino Heat he'll find out sooner or later at the next Revolution 

and hopefully that Eddie's Wife Eve could make her first in-ring debut against Rhea Ripley for the first time on Revolution 

[gunn]

Won't be able to get a big review up till I'm back from Tenerife but great show everyone, I'm shocked Ciampa picked up the win honestly but thanks to my dance partners for the night.

Congrats to all our new champions and fellow winners tonight and here's to the next few months. LA Knight better keep looking over that shoulder

[Chase]

I want to apologize for no showing Mania. Mentally I haven't been myself and I need to be myself to TT the best I know I can. I hope to be back to form but even if I was in form I think the right person won.

I am happy for Fauche, and Cwalker specifically. Two of my favorite reads on this brand and they got rewarded with two huge wins. Really great reads and the quality was top notch for the matches.

Winning at Wrestlemania is a big deal so take pride and joy in it

Thank you Danny and every writer who contributed and put on an amazing show.

[mattchewie]

First of all, I'd like to apologize for somehow missing sending in a promo for Mania.  I've been unusually busy as of late and just lost track of time as well as allowed it to completely slip my mind!

Next, huge congrats to all of the winners and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW champs we've got rolling!

Such a big bummer that Crann wasn't available for our IC match that was planned, hope you're doing well buddy!  Regardless, it made up for it getting to do some joint stuff with Fauche and Dres, it has been a minute since we've been able to do it as a group, going back to the nWo days.  Super excited for the plans ahead, though!

Swerve and Ciampa have def been on a roll as of late, and I'm enjoying every second of it.  

To me, the most "up for grabs" match of the card was the TV title, as I saw that going a variety of ways.  Glad to see Balor win some gold here, but sad to see Caleb lose.  It was a great reign, buddy.  Who knows, you may find yourself going for the IC title in the near future, aways a pleasure to mix it up with you and that goes for anyone else who didn't pull off the win in this match.

Always a pleasure to watch Fauche and Dres go at it, I've been around for a while and have had the pleasure of watching it go down SEVERAL times, and it NEVER disappoints!

HUGE props to Andy for such a successful and record breaking(if my math is correct) reign with the top title!  And major congrats are in order for Cwalker on the win with his marvelous LA Knight!  Long may he reign, but watch it, pal.  Rude doesn't let just anyone pull off a win over him without getting even, we've even got a draw between us, so there's even more fuel to the fire!  lol  

Enormous props to the match writers on a fantastic job, so nice to see that Danny didn't have to pull double, triple, or quadruple duty this time!  It's such a testament that this is the THIRTEENTH mania for us, just goes to show how great Danny is for keeping this place running along with the pillars that help uphold it!  Big hugs and love to everyone!