Revolution 4/4/24

[Danny]

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



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

Tom Phillips: Wrestlemania has come and gone and we've got new champions, new rivalries and new wrestlers looking to make their mark tonight.

Corey Graves: Not to mention an incredible main event when Sami Zayn takes on Tyler Breeze! Can you think of a better main event? Who do you root for?

Mauro Ranallo: Well the crowd will certainly have trouble deciding that but we got Jamie Hayter going up against Randy Orton and The Mighty Caleb taking on Swerve Strickland for the Prime Time Medal.

Tom Phillips: Plus Rick Rude is filling in for Finn Balor to take on Kevin Owens.

Corey Graves: Talk about unfair. Rude didn't have any time to prepare.

Mauro Ranallo:That's the name of the game Corey, you have to be ready for anything much like people need to strap in for our first match tonight. It's Vincent vs Eddie Guerrero and that match starts right now!  






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

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

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



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

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


VS


DING DING DING

Guerrero is out the gate, He comes flying from his corner with a barrage of overhead punches, Vincent raises his arms up as Guerrero's assault forces his back into the corner of the ring, Vincent is unable to keep up as Guerrerro is already rebounding off the ropes, He connects with a dropkick that sends Vincent hard into the canvas. Vincent pops back to his feet but Guerrero meets him with another set of boots to the chest, Vincent is sent back into the canvas. Guerrero moves over to the ropes using his magic agility he effortlessly gets to the top rope, Vincent stumbles to his feet unaware as Eddie comes from the top rope connecting with a shotgun dropkick that sends Vincent harder into the canvas...

Ranallo: "Vincent is getting attacked by a barrage of quick dropkicks from a keen Eddie Guerrero..."

Phillips: "Eddie may not be the winniest of wrestlers but he is surely one of our most persistent..."

Eddie is feeling himself as he gets back to his feet, Eddie runs to the ropes where he jumps and springboards off the top rope, Eddie floats over  like he weighs nothing, Eddie comes crashing down onto Vincent? No Vincent has moved out of the firing line, He is already stalking Guererro who is feeling definitely winded, Vincent falls forwards bringing his elbow in the back of the neck, Guerrero is knocked silly, Vincent lifts Eddie to his feet before lifting him up and spinning him around as he brings up a knee to the nose of Guerrero..

Phillips: "Vincent bringing out some new moves..."

Ranallo: "Vincent with a modified face to knee buster..."

Guerrero doesn't have a chance to fall back as Vincent locks in a choke hold, He locks his arm around the neck of Guerrero as he begins to choke the life out of Eddie, Guerrero begins to fade but Vincent is pushed into the ropes, Guerrero goes down to his hands and knees as Vincent comes off backwards, Guerrero trips Vincent as he puts his body weight onto Vincent as he lands neck first into the canvas...

One...

Two...

Phillips: "Guerrero almost stealing the win with unorthodox approach..."

Graves: "No! Vincent kicks out at Two!"

Guerrero is already back on his feet, Vincent is slow to follow, Vincent goes for a wild clothesline, Guerrero using his cat like agility leap frogs over Vincent, who, is not impressed one bit, He goes to go for something but Guerrero is on the mat, Vincent on the rebound goes for a big boot but his boot is redirected over the top rope. Guerrrero turns Vincent over and plants him with a reverse DDT. Guerrero goes to the top rope, He jumps he spreads out mid air as he attempts the frog splash...

Ranallo: "Five Star Frog Splash."

BUT No! Vincent gets his knees up!...

Graves: "No Vincent getting his feet up..."


As Vincent tries to regain his footing, Guerrero seizes the opportunity, as he stands to his feet holding his stomach, Guerrero whips him into the ropes with all his might. As Vincent rebounds, Guerrero is aiming for a devastating clothesline. But Vincent sees it coming. With a last-second twist of his body, he narrowly avoids Guerrero's attack. Sensing an opening, Vincent counters with a vicious kick to Guerrero's midsection, doubling him over in pain. Vincent goes to the ropes he goes for the stomp but Guerrero moves out of the way as he catches Vincent by the waist as he lifts him up and plants him with a suplex, We know whats happening, Guerrero kicks his legs up rolling through keeping hold of Vincent tight, He goes for a second suplex before planting him into the canvas,  Guerrero looks for the third of the amigos,  He lifts him up but Vincent turns around mid air, He catches Guerrero and plants him with a ddt that spikes Guerreros head into the canvas...

Graves: "The Three Amigos cut off by Vincent..."
 
Vincent wastes no time, seizing Guerrero by the arm and dragging him up to his feet. With a swift motion, Vincent whips Guerrero into the ropes, preparing himself for what comes next. As Guerrero bounces back, Vincent connects with a jumping implant DDT, Vincent sits up as he laughs at Guererro who is struggling to recover from the sudden concussion...

Ranallo: "The Jump Scare!"

Phillips: "Vincent just cut off Guerrero..."

Vincent get's to his feet, He steps over Guerrero as he locks in a Modified Scorpion Crosslock, Vincent moves to the center of the ring as he pulls back applying pressure onto Guerrero's back, Vincent is about to snap Eddie in two,  Eddie is struggling looking for a way out. Eddie is still searching and searching, Is there anyway out?  He continues to search for a way out but as he is about to get out Vincent cinches back applying unbearable pressure, Guerrero has no other choice but to tap...

DING DING DING

Chimel: "Here is the winner by submission, Vincent!"


Vincent drops the crosslock, Vincent rolls out of the ring he goes under the ring he pulls out not one but two chairs, Vincent rolls into the ring, He circles the ring, He places a chair under Guerreros head. As Vincent looms menacingly over the prone body of Latino Heat a now familiar sound blares over the PA system taking the 'Horror King's attention away from his latest victim for a at least a moment



'Skullseeker' plays over the PA system as the 'Stormbringer' makes his way out from the back like a bat out of hell running towards the ring with seemingly bad intentions for one Vincent. As soon as Caleb slides into the ring full of fire, the wiley deathmatch specialist makes his swift exit from the ring all while maintaining eye contact with the noble warrior. Caleb points over the top rope at Vincent harkening him into the ring. As Vincent refuses and makes his way slowly up the ramp never breaking eye contact with 'The Mighty One', Caleb turns his attention to the fallen Eddie Guerrero. Caleb tends to Guerrero helping him at least to a seated base, the two exchange a fist bump before Caleb calls for a microphone from a member of the ring crew. Caleb raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to address Vincent.



The Mighty Caleb: RUN COWARD!

The crowd roar in approval as Caleb roars at the fleeing Vincent.

You who calls yourself Horror King!... for too long have you scourged this great realm with your needless violence and your unquenchable thirst to maim, scar and bloody others. You may well have claimed many championships and accolades in this realm and you may have won your share of battles but there is no honour in what you do, you are a man without honour. I saw you try and end not only the career, but the life of the noble Dragon, Kyle O'Reilly, a man The Mighty Caleb respects heartily. And tonight you fully intended to destroy this man, a legend in this realm, a man I shared the ring with at Wrestlemania and went to battle with. A man with honour, a noble warrior, Eddie Guerrero. 

Caleb points to the bloodied and bruised Guerrero as the crowd cheer, Vincent laughs it off but Caleb is in no joking mood.

You are here not to test your might against others in the great warrior spirit of combat... no, you it seems have come from some hellish realm where your only mission and your only desire is to twist, mangle, hurt and I see the glee in your eyes when you do it. You to me... are a demon, Horror King... and a demon I fully intend to extinguish from this realm.  Consider this your notice Horror King - I know full well what you are, what you're capable but I have been in my fair share of wars in my time in this realm and throughout my many travels throughout the known realms. I am prepared for the dark cloud you will no doubt try and shroud around me but I intend to be the light in the dark, I will be the man to face this foul demon and The Mighty Caleb will be the man to slay the demon and send 'The Horror King' back to which ever pit of darkness he came from and I will do so with honour, I will do so with the support of my Shieldmates, and no doubt with the support of the many warriors you have wounded in your bloodlust. Vincent, Horror King, ye foul demon... The Mighty Caleb will make it so the only drop of blood you ever spill again will be your own!, SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!

Caleb pumps his fist and starts the 'SKAL!' chant which the crowd eat up. Vincent shakes his head on the ramp as Caleb once again points to him and signals he will break him in half. The crowd continue to chant as we go elsewhere. 




--The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a black screen, slowly a red hue illuminates as a figure is seen in the shadows.--



Not seeing is a flower. I have been here for weeks, and no one has been able to see me. I have used common proverbs from my homeland and no one has connected them, even now as you read my words you do not realize that you read them for a reason. You read them because I choose not to conform anymore, I choose to speak to you in my language. Because I will no longer hide behind the mask you want me to wear, from now on you will see me for who I am not for what you want me to be.

The Titantron lights up with the image of Shinsuke Nakamura staring into the lens of the camera with a sinister smile on his face. He begins to speak in his native tongue and as he does the subtitles appear on screen under him



Shinsuke Nakamura: Witness me, does everyone know who I am? Yes...You all know who I am…Then…Tell me, Who am I? Who is Shinsuke Nakamura to the people? A clown for your amusement? Causing laughter and cheer, here to dance around for you, ah? An Artist here for your entertainment? Give you opportunity to sing along and have your fun, answer me! Who do you all think that I am? Ah?

Shinsuke seems to be growing in frustration as if expecting answers from the viewing audience, he closes his eyes and shakes his head cooling down as he regains his composure.

You do not see me. You do not see my true nature, for it has been hidden for far too long. Do you understand the meaning behind that? To have been hidden away for so long, not only from the world. Hidden away from myself. I forgot who I was, a few times I have been around the UWF and what do I have to show for that? A modest history I have, But modest is not what I am. I am not modest, I am not commendable, I am the KING of Strong Style! Forget what you remember of my past runs, for those were not me. I needed to find the real me and get in touch with my true nature...So what did I do?  I saw myself in the mirror, and I looked…I searched… until I found what I was missing. I no longer wish to be hidden, I no longer wish to be what you see me as. Shinsuke Nakamura has returned, but not as you remember. I do what I want, not to entertain but because no one can stop me. Before, I planned a course to success and it all went wrong, soon I left because it was not what I wanted. But I have learned that…The More carefully you scheme, the more unexpected events come along. I must accept chaos, and know that some things cannot be controlled and adjust accordingly. I will Embrace Chaos…to Beat Chaos. So I shall adjust, sway, and maneuver my way to the top of the mountain and take what I want. And what do I want? What is it I desire?

Shinsuke puts his hand to his mouth closing his eyes, almost trembling with anticipation before he speaks in English.

I want…Everything

He lowers his head and grabs at his hair as if controlling himself from going mad about what he wants before he returns to speaking Japanese with the English Subtitles providing everyone a translation.

You may see this as a return, truly it is a rebirth. A phoenix from the ashes of an entertaining fire, the same fire I plan to bathe this world in. Now that my wings are unclipped, I'm going to make everyone wish that I'd stayed gone... You have all failed to see me. So if you wish to be blind, I shall grant you that. My truth is not what you make me as, it is human nature to have a desire for truth. Or is it that they have a desire towards what they ‘know’ is the truth. What the truth is exactly second to that. Be careful of what is the truth and what is lie. It is dangerous to not know who you are facing, to be blinded to the true nature of what is in front of you. In other words, always doubt yourself. Harbor an inner devil as you move along, for when your path brings you to me…you will only see what I allow you to... and I won't forget to add that by that point, you might have already fallen into my trap. I went to my own heroes to seek knowledge, but what they did not see coming is what I would actually steal from them. Since you all have chosen to see me differently, I shall steal something from everyone you look up to. I will take their dreams and desires as I have stolen from my very own mentors. Every person on the roster who proclaims themselves to be great, to be championship material…I shall make them all lies, I will erase them from your views as you all erased me from yours. An eye for an eye, they say…And now Shinsuke Nakamura…Will leave the whole world…



Blind.




The feed cuts to a video package.


Conrad:  Hey Hey, its Conrad!  Welcome to an absolutely special cumulative edition of “Something to Wrestle” with Bruce Prichard AND “83 Weeks” with Eric Bischoff, not only that but we have a special guest today with current UWF Intercontinental champion, the one, the only “Ravishing” Rick Rude!  Gentlemen, shall we get started?


Prichard:  Well…you know.
Biscoff:  Bruce, do we really have to be subject to your numerous interpretations?

Conrad:  How’s about we play nice, ok?  So, first off I would like to congratulate Rick here on his recent victory at Wrestlemania!  We were all blessed to witness Rick teaming with a close friend of his-


Rude:  Why the emphasis on friend?

Prichard:  Well…you know.

Rude:  Watch it, Bruce!

Conrad: Ladies and gentlemen, we are less than thirty seconds into this episode and it seems that it is already coming off its hinges as we speak.  Well, Rick.  I wasn’t intentionally attempting to put much emphasis on friend…but it seems as if there is a story there?

Rude scoffs and chuckles slightly.  He looks to Bischoff who only holds up his hands.

Rude:  Well, as I called Ranallo out on attempting to put a label on things, I think I’d just like to remind you of what I said to him, Conrad.

Conrad:  Is this a rib?

The camera pans over to Prichard who throws his hands up as if he’s clueless.

Prichard:  Hey, don’t look at me!  I know that question is usually posed in my direction.  I’m just as curious as Conrad over here!

Rude massages his temples.

Conrad:  I mean, come on…During the segment with Larry and Bayley, you had to notice that she openly stated on live syndication that she had a boyfriend…anything you’d like to add, Rick?

Bischoff:  Conrad, did she openly state that the boyfriend was Rick?  No, I don’t believe that she did.  So, how about we move on with the questions?

Rude:  Hang on, Eric…I can address this.  While that is a conversation that Bayley and I are yet to have regarding whatever label we are placing on this, I’m not actively opposing the thought of it, but I believe it would serve in everyone’s best interest if we were to drop the topic and move on with the show, ok?

Rude’s chest swells and the atmosphere immediately changes in the room.  Conrad shuffles papers before him, Prichard offers up a nervous smile, and Bischoff appears unphased.

Conrad:  Ok…so…let’s talk about your second reign as Intercontinental champion.  I believe fans worldwide were disappointed to see the win go down as it did, as most of us had expected there to be a dramatic bout go down at Wrestlemania.  Any words you’d like to spare at Orange Cassidy’s expense?

Rude:  Does he continually beat dead horses on either of your shows, or is it just because I’m here?

Bischoff and Prichard throw up their hands with a shrug.

Rude:  Look, Conrad…I’ve openly stated numerous times that I anticipate the moment that Cassidy comes back to invoke his rematch clause, that is if he gets one.  Mr. Carter may revoke that clause much like he did mine, but who’s salty about that?  Not me.  Anyways, I look forward to toppling whichever challenger finds their way in my path.  I set numerous records with my last reign with this title, I look forward to breaking my own records.  I mean, it’s just a matter of days before I become the longest combined reigns Intercontinental  champion as it is.

The clicking of a beer can be heard off camera as Prichard is hoisting up a Miller.  Everyone nods in approval as they all crack open their own beers.

Conrad:  And it’s Miller time, in record time.  Alright, so…anything that you can tell us about what’s next for Rick Rude?  I mean, I know you’ve got the goals that you just mentioned, but that can’t be it?  Rumor and innuendo would have it that you may be in line for challenging for the World Title.  With Knight being the current champion, he’s the only man in the company that holds a no contest as well as a win over you…there’s gotta be unfinished business there, right?

Rude’s eyes narrow as he glares over the beer can to Conrad.

Rude:  Conrad, does it look like I work in the back offices?  I’m not the man holding the pencil, so I couldn’t say where it is that Rick Rude is going next.  All I know is, Knight better be watching his back every chance he gets.  Because like you said, not everybody has been able to avoid losing to me, but he will get his card punched sooner or later.

Prichard:  Oh, Punkinhead…don’t you worry about who’s got the penthil, baby doll you gon’ be the top of the card–

Rude slams his beer can down on the desk.

Rude:  Bruce, I don’t ever want to hear that impression coming from you, ever again.  It may have been over thirty years the last time that I heard it, but don’t you dare think that I’ve forgotten it!

Prichard swallows hard nods his head before turning his head nervously back to Conrad.

Bischoff:  Conrad, how about we change up the question strategy, right now it just feels a bit pointed and personal to Rick, eh?

Conrad:  Ok, well…Rick, allow me to apologize.  Let’s change topics, slightly.  How about this one?  We’ve got to see numerous reunitings of the nWo here recently…any chance of getting the band back together?

Rude cracks open another Miller and smirks.

Rude:  The nWo are like the Stones, its for life and it will still be kicking long after we’re gone.  Hell, Kyle and I are still in the company.  Larry’s off doing whatever he does best, Kev and Scott are doing their own things…but if push came to shove, all it would take is a phone call and my boys would be right there.  Who knows, Kyle and I may just induct a few new members once we find some that are capable of handling it?

Conrad:  Oh, come on Rick?  You’ve gotta give us more than that.  That makes it sound as if there is a plan in the works.

Rude:  Hell, Conrad.  I may have just been shooting right there, who’s to know.  I’m just saying we’ve all just got one life to live, you’ve just got to decide if you’re going to make it chicken shit or chicken salad.

The camera does a quick pan to Bruce Prichard who is biting his lip, fighting it hard.  Prichard loos to Conrad.

Prichard:  You know, you gotta take the walnuts and um…well, you know you grab the mayonnaise, chop up the walnuts and well, you know…You know?

The entire room with the exception of Prichard lets out a long, drawn out sigh.

Bischoff:  I thought you were kidding, Conrad.

Conrad:  Nope, every damn episode.  Multiple takes.  It just doesn’t stop.  Now, I’ll try to keep us on track here…Rumor and innuendo has taken hold of the wrestling community based off of the comments that you made to Ranallo.  Rick, I hate to bring it back up, but I really feel as if there are some questions left unanswered, here.  Considering what you had just stated about Kyle and the tension that arose while taking about Bayley’s comments at Wrestlemania, could there be any truth to it?

Prichard:  Oh, that’s such good shit.  Gahdamn, pal!

Rude lets out a long drawn out sigh.

Bischoff:  I really don’t think we’re able to speculate-

Rude holds up a hand to cut Bischoff off.

Rude:  It’s ok, Eric.  I’ve got this.  I expected it to be brought back up.  Bayley and I happened completely organically and wasn’t planned, whatsoever.  We’ve been riding the wave for quite a while now, things got a bit more complicated given this whole tag match that we found ourselves in.  While I can’t speak for her, as she isn’t here, what I can say is that every day is a new day.  I’m not actively fighting against anything to be announced publicly, but I do feel that is a subject best addressed between Bayley and myself and no one else, first.  Before we announce that there is an “us” we’ve both got to be in agreement on that, make sense?

Conrad:  I believe I’m catching on, here.  Now, how’s about Kyle?  He appears to be clueless to the whole subject.  Is he in the know?  Is he aware?  He’s apparently on a tear recently, so to speak, and he’s hot off of a big victory over Vincent…is there a possible IC title match anytime soon?

Prichard: Heh, pronouns, pal!

Everyone turns to look at Prichard with blank expressions.

Prichard:  Sorry, I’ve been holding out on that one the entire episode!

Rude:  I’m going to assume that you’re implying the question of if I would be open to tearing it up in the ring with Kyle?  We may be down for life, but it is a completely different world when this title is concerned.  I’m a professional, if nothing else, so if I am told to defend it against Kyle, then I’ll be defending against Kyle much like I would against anyone else placed in front of me.

Conrad:  Well, the same crowd that’s putting out the rumor and innuendo about this potential matchup have been the same ones that have been very vocal about how the only reason that you weren’t catapulted into the top title contention before was your ties with Larry Sweeney.  Care to comment?

Rude’s phone begins to vibrate as “In the Stone” begins to play.  Rude hits a button to silence the call as Prichard and Conrad both stare at him in curiosity.

Rude:  I’m going to guess those people raising a stink about that are the same people that were out there speculating about EC3 having a spectacular set of legs, am I right?  I had my sights set on breaking a record with the IC title while Sweeney was champ.  Whether he was sweating bullets that I was a contender or not, I can’t attest to that.  What I can say is that I’ve been given a second shot and making the most of this career, and I’ll be damned if anybody stands in my way of achieving what I want.  That goes for Eric, that goes for Kyle, hell, that would even go for my own grandmother if she were still here.  Bruce, I swear to God if you turn that last line into a Pat Patterson booking idea, I will punch you straight in your windpipe.

Prichard nods once and swallows hard.

Conrad:  Well, I believe that’s all the time we have for today.  I’d like to thank Bruce and Eric for taking the time to join their shows today as well as thanking Intercontinental Champion, “Ravishing” Rick Rude for joining us here, today.  Also, a big thank you to those of you tuning in for this special edition.  We’ll catch you next week!

The feed cuts back.    






Conquer them all plays over the speakers as the crowd is left confused for a second, that confusion is soon replaced by a chorus of boos as Ciampa walks out, big smirk on his face and Oba Femi behind him. The Psycho Killer still feels proud of his Mania win as the big man Oba takes up the rear, Ciampa walks towards the ring, mic already in hand. He gets in the ring as Oba goes over the top rope. Ciampa takes a second to absorb the boos.

Ciampa: So, bet none of you saw that coming did you huh.

The boos get louder.

Ciampa: That's right, let it all out but it doesn’t change the fact that I won at Wrestlemania. I won at the Showcase of the Immortals. I beat two men who have spent the past two months telling me that I did not deserve to be in that match. That I was at the bottom of the barrel but at the end of the night, I escaped from the bottom of the barrel and punched a hole right through the top of it, with some assistance from Big Oba here.



Ciampa points to Oba who gets his own chorus of boos.

Ciampa: For months now I have had to listen to Tyler Breeze call me worthless, past the mark and past my prime and then I had Roman walking around like he was the Chief of this place but Tyler, Roman, it was me who was standing tall at the end of the night. I told you both that I thrived in a chaotic environment like that and thrive I did. I even had Bliss try to blind me and still I managed to stop Tyler from pinning Roman. My instinct to survive and win is bar none in this company because thats what I am, a survivor. I survived and conquered, that's how it's been since day one for me and it’ll be like that till I take the Dirt Nap that waits for us all.

The crowd continues their booing

Ciampa: Now you’re all probably wondering whats next for old Ciampa, that now i’ve gotten rid of those two monkeys off my back. Well I think its obvious: I want the UWF Championship. In the past two months i’ve beaten: the now former UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. By extension of pinning him in that tag match I also beat the current UWF Champion, LA Knight…. YEAH.

Despite booing him, the crowd can’t resist going “YEAH”

Ciampa: God you people are easy to get. I pinned a former number one contender in Roman Reigns and also beat Tyler in the triple threat, a man who boasted the longest unpinned streak in recent history. As far as I can tell, the man most deserving of a shot at that belt is me. Now I know Ethan probably has a couple  easy title defenses lined up for Knight but don’t get it twisted Knight, i’ll have my shot at your belt eventually and i’m going to win it. I promised that 2024 was going to be my year and the way its shaping up, that is true. So enjoy my belt while you can LA because once I come for Goldie, its coming home to Daddy and that…. Well that's just a fact of life.

The crowd boos him again.



Ciampa: However while I wait for my deserved shot, theres plenty of people in that locker room I got my eye on and if they really want to step up to me, feel free gentlemen. My doors always open and we all know I never look past a fight, fighting is in my blood and i’ll always be fighting…… YEAH

With that Ciampa drops the mic as his theme begins to play again, making his way back up the ramp but as he gets to the top he goes to Gorilla and then walks out with a chair with one simple message on it: THIS IS MY MOMENT. With that Ciampa and Oba go backstage.




Mauro Ranallo: “I’ve gotten word that Jamie Hayter and Rhea Ripley are standing by, and they have something to say about what transpired at WrestleMania.”

Corey Graves: “So, Jamie’s gonna whine about how she choked in the biggest match of her life thus far?”

Tom Phillips: “There’s a difference between choking and having the match stolen from you.”

Corey Graves: “It sounds like she choked to me. If anything, Finn was smart to let Jamie do the work and then snatch the reward out from under her.”

The camera cuts the backstage area where we see Jamie Hayter and Rhea Ripley standing at the interview set. They address the viewing audience.

Jamie Hayter: “WrestleMania should’ve been a crowning moment in the career of Jamie Hayter. It should have been the night that I finally became a champion. I had the title won until that sentient colostomy bag stole my moment. Finn Balor stole my title.”

The crowd boos and chants of “You got robbed” can be heard. Rhea chimes in.

Rhea Ripley: “WrestleMania should’ve been Jamie’s night, but first things first…”

Rhea looks at Jamie.

Rhea Ripley: “Did you just call Finn a sentient colostomy bag? I mean, that’s not fair to colostomy bags.”

Jamie looks at Rhea and shrugs her shoulders before responding.

Jamie Hayter: “Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t have insulted colostomy bags. They, at least, have a use unlike Finn.”

Rhea Ripley: “If anything, he’s a bloody clacker.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow.

Jamie Hayter: “He’s a testicle?”

Rhea Ripley: “What? No. In Australia, ‘clacker’ is another word for ‘anus.’ What I’m saying is that Finn’s an arsehole.”

Jamie shakes her head.

Jamie Hayter: “No, he’s not an arsehole. Arseholes have their use, too. He does qualify as the slimy substance that runs out of the arsehole, though. Especially if that arsehole is attached to a chicken.”

Rhea Ripley: “Yer sayin’ he’s chickenshit?”

Jamie nods her head in the affirmative.

Jamie Hayter: “Exactly. He’s chickenshit for that stunt he pulled at WrestleMania. For that belt to go from the Mighty Caleb to Finn Balor is a huge downgrade. The only person that can salvage the Television Championship belt’s credibility is me. Had the belt not been stolen from me, it would’ve been better off. Going from a great champion like the Mighty Caleb to a great champion-in-the-making like me would have been perfect.”

Rhea Ripley: “Yeah, and it would’ve avenged your loss at the Royal Rumble, but you know what? This could be a good thing for you.”

Jamie thinks about it for a moment.

Jamie Hayter: “You have a point. It would’ve been great to win the title off of someone I respect like the Mighty Caleb but winning it off of a chickenshit paper champion like Finn Balor and shutting him the fuck up would be fine, too.”

Jamie and Rhea look into the camera in order to address the audience.

Jamie Hayter: “Finn Balor, you stole my moment. You took my title, and now I won’t stop until I achieve redemption. The only way for me to do that is to put you into a persistent vegetative state on my way to becoming the TV Champion.”

Rhea chimes in again.

Rhea Ripley: “Jamie can do it, too. She’ll brutalize you, Finn, and I’ll see to it.”

Jamie furrows her brow and glares into the camera.

Jamie Hayter: “Cherish every breath you breathe and enjoy being conscious, because when I get my hands on you, you’ll never regain consciousness. I will turn you into an invalid. I will brutalize you. I will beat you. I will batter you. I will bludgeon you. I won’t stop until I’m wearing the TV Championship belt, and you are either in a permanent coma or on an embalming table.”

The crowd cheers Jamie’s intentions.

Rhea Ripley: “With how Jamie is, you'll end up on the embalming table, Finn. So, enjoy yourself while you can, because you’re on borrowed time and when Jamie comes to collect the TV title, your time is up.”

The scene fades to black.






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

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

Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside and stop. They eye the ring (and Jamie's opponent/s if she isn't the first one out) 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.



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

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


The two walk to the center of the ring and get in each other's face. Jamie is talking trash, jacking her jaw while Orton just smiles and looks away. The Viper aims to strike right away with an RKO but Hayter shoves him forward into the ropes. Randy stops himself from coming off them but Hayter has rushed him and Clotheslines him down to the floor below! She exits the ring and Orton is getting up already. She takes him and throws him into the barricade! If that wasn't enough, she picks him up and brings him over to the steel steps. She sets him up for a Suplex onto them but Orton reverses and Suplex's her onto the floor instead!


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Jamie got a little ahead of herself there.

Corey Graves: She's an egomaniac. She thought she could just come out here and start throwing bombs but she's about to learn quickly what happens when you step into the ring with an actual talented wrestler.


Orton stands back up only to see Rhea standing in front of him. She has her arms crossed and dares him to try and hit her. Orton just smirks and picks up Hayter instead. He lifts her up and gives her a Front Suplex on the barricade! Randy looks at Rhea and smiles before going into the ring. Ripley comes over to check on Jamie and helps her back over the barricade. Orton meanwhile just leans in the corner waiting like he's just so much above this match. Hayter catches a glimpse of this and powers herself back into the ring. She slides in and gets to her feet, holding her ribs. She walks right back up to Orton and gets in his face again but he's not having it this time, kneeing her in the gut. He throws her through the ropes and pulls her back in. He's setting up the Hangman DDT but she kicks her feet off the ropes and instead brings him up into a Uranage Backbreaker! She makes the pin!



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Orton kicks out! Hayter brings Randy back up starts clobbering him with rights until he's backed into the corner. She gets a 4 count and backs up rather than risk being disqualified. She runs right back at him but he gets the elbow up to bash her in the face and send her back a few paces. He coms out of the corner with a Clothesline to knock her down. She pops back up and gets hit with another Clothesline. She gets up once more and goes to Clothesline him herself but he ducks it and she runs to the ropes, bouncing off them to build momentum but it gets turned against her as he catches her with the Powerslam! The ref drops down to make the pin!



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Hayter kicks out!


Corey Graves: Jamie thinks raw power and brute force can win her the match but she's in there with a bonafide third generation wrestler ass wrestler. She doesn't stand a chance.

Tom Phillips: Oh come on Corey. You know for someone who loves Sami Zayn, you have to give it to someone who takes people to their limit and nearly wins every match they're in.

Corey Graves: Don't you dare compare Jamie Hayter to our Forever Champion!


Orton walks around Jamie, stomping on every appendage she has. She gets up to her knees shaking her hands, trying to get feeling back but Orton grabs her by the hair and brings her up only to give her a Standing Dropkick. He smiles, practically toying with Hayter but she's got a look of frustration on her face. Getting more and more pissed. Orton walks over and once again grabs her by the hair and she's had enough. She stands up and decks him in the face. Orton's lip gets busted and he tastes his own blood smiling. Jamie goes all out, punching him over and over again but all it takes is one good knee to the gut to cut off her momentum. Orton backs into the ropes and comes off them but gets caught with a
Spinebuster! She makes the pin!



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Orton kicks out!


Corey Graves: It's going to take more than that to keep a third generation wrestler down.

Mauro Ranallo: If anyone knows what it takes to keep someone down, it's Jamie Hayter. Lest we forget when she put an end to Bronson Reed.

Corey Graves: There's a big difference between Randy Orton and Bronson Reed.


Orton crawls over to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Jamie tries to pry him off but the ref gets on her about it. She backs away and while she's arguing with the ref, Orton kicks her in the gut. He grabs her and bends her over his back before dropping to his knees into the Backbreaker! She bounces from the impact and falls to all fours. Orton is feeling it and starts to pound his fists into the mat. He's measuring her for an RKO and once she's on her feet, he leaps into the air but she just shoves him forward and he lands flat on his back! He turns over right away and tries to get to his feet but Hayter stands behind Orton as he's rising up. She reaches over and grab's his arm, spinning him out for Hayterade! Randy however manages to duck the Clothesline and when Jamie turns around, she gets planted with an RKO! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Randy Orton!



Orton poses as the crowd boos him.


Corey Graves: What did I tell you. He may have lost at WrestleMania but all he did was bleed. He didn't get pinned and he proved just how good he is here tonight.

Tom Phillips: Hayter may have gotten a bit overzealous but if there's one thing we know about her, she'll get right back to her winning ways.


Rhea comes in to check on Jamie while Orton leaves the ring and the show moves on.




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



Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Bayley AND Kyle O'Reilly!

The Step-Sibs walk on into the shot, dressed likes normies on account of they aren't booked tonight.

Young: Hey, thanks for joining me. Just gotta say, its great to see you two have patched things up. That was quite the moment at Wrestlemania there with the big reconciliation.

KO'R: Yeah... like... whatever, ya know?

Kyle's not so in touch with his feelings. The "Good Guy" plays it cool also.

Bayley: I know I talked a lot of trash about Joey Janela, but deep down I always hoped I was wrong about him. When he turned on Kyle right after the bloodiest, most brutal match I've ever seen in my life, though? I was like... nah. No way, pal. Time to take out the trash.

Young: Safe to say we won't be seeing The "Bad Boy" around here anymore?

The Doctor of Huganomics shrugs.

Bayley: Not unless EC3 decides to keep him around or something.



KO'R: If he wants to show his face again, I'm gonna smash it. Wouldn't be surprised if he keeps a low profile for a while.

Young: So what's next for you two then?

Bayley turns to Kyle, letting him take this one. The Diabetic Dragon is answers it plain and simple.

KO'R: I gotta win some matches. That's it. Taking down Vincent? Thats gotta be the highlight of my career so far. But that's just one night and one fight. The guys who get title shots are the guys who earn them, and I've got some earning to do. So like I said a month back when I laid out that open challenge for Wrestlemania, as far as I'm concerned, its any time, any place, for anyone who wants it. There's a ton of dudes on this roster who think they've got my number - I'm looking to make good on any chance I get to prove them wrong.

Young: Well I know the UWF Universe is looking forward to seeing you back in action soon.

Bayley: Oh absolutely. Plus after Wrestlemania, the field's wide open, right? We got four new champs in the past month. Things can turn on a dime around here. Never know when you might get a crack at some gold.

Young: No doubt about that. Guys, thanks for your time.

Kyle nods and goes to walk off. Bayley doesn't head out with him, though...

Bayley: I'll catch up! Just gotta go see someone about a thing first!

She winks all coyly at Renee then leaves in the other direction as Revolution rolls on!




We open up to a basic background, Swerve is in his locker room microphone in hand ready to unload his thoughts to those at home...

Swerve: "Now, let's talk about Wrestlemania. Randy Orton, you thought you could step to the king? Well, you got served, my friend. You wanted first blood? Well, you got it – and then some. Because when Swerve steps into that ring, it's not just about winning. It's about making a statement.

Swerve: "And speaking of statements, let's talk about this Prime Time Medal right here. It's a symbol of excellence. It's a reminder that Swerve Enterprises is taking over, our expansion knows no bounds. This medal, it's not just a symbol of victory, it's a reminder to everyone in this industry that Swerve Enterprises is here to stay. So you best believe that when I step into that ring with Caleb, I am going to do whatever it takes to walk out still your Prime Time Champion."

Swerve raises the Prime Time Medal up as he makes his point...

Swerve: Caleb tonight you shall have your fill of 'glorious' battle, Or whatever you want to call it. Because while others may doubt, while others may underestimate, I never falter. I never doubt. Because I know that regardless of the outcome, You can't measure up to Swerve Strickland. At Wrestlemania we at Swerve Enterprises saw an opportunity that had been left untouched, I had thought for a long time that Orton was a distraction to my goals within the UWF but you know something funny, As fate had it Orton lead me exactly where I needed to be, I now have Prime Time Medal,  I have this opportunity within my hands. I have guaranteed my fate as a future Intercontinental Champion, but tonight I defend the Prime Time medal...

Swerve: "And if Mighty Caleb wants to raid and pillage Swerve's house, like Orton before him who tried to burn Swerve's House to the ground, You'll be left with a lot to desire. Because when you're taking your shot at Swerve Strickland; You better not miss because I go straight to the nuclear button. Tonight you'll get to see what you're made off when you get the second place medal, Because there is no way you're raiding and pillaging this Prime Time Medal from my hands. Tonight I make it clear that this isn't some playground and Swerve ain't playing around..."
  



Swerve drops the microphone as he stares down the camera lens making his message loud and clearly recieved...






The scene opens showing the crowd and then the lights turn off as a bright light turns on. It shows everyone in the crowd and then it shows the top of the entrance ramp. It twinkles and then it turns to blue. The arena lights are turned off and everything turns into darkness. You hear some music blasting loud as huge poles begin to rise up on each of the entrance ramps and then flames go off out of the poles. The fire burns steady as the bright light fixes on a dark figure waiting in the background and he comes out walking to the light. The former UWF Champion Seth Rollins has a straight face as he continues to walk down the entrance ramp and he stops in the middle of the entrance ramp. He raised both of his hands as he heard boos from the crowd and the fire pyros went off. Seth turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps as he walks along the ropes. He stops in the middle as he climbs through the ring ropes and he gets into the ring. He walks to the turnbuckle and he climbs up as he raises both of his hands. He smiles as he climbs down from the turnbuckle and he walks over to the announcer. The announcer hands him the microphone as his theme music stops and he watches everyone in the crowd start a chorus of boos at him. He smiles before he begins to laugh and he begins to speak.




Seth Rollins: Well, it has been a long time coming since I have stepped into this very ring. I have watched things have changed since the last time I was here. I have seen the ups and downs that have changed the UWF landscape. It sickens me that I have seen such an amazing wrestling company have fallen to the scums of the earth. You all know who you are. I have watched you all spew huge nonsense into the minds of these people to believe. But don't worry. These fans have been stuck believing in the wrong kind of so-called people who have called themselves heroes for the people. For I, the Messiah have returned. You can believe in me. I will clean all your souls of all the corruption that has filled all your minds with filth. But don't worry, for now. You all got a god that you all can believe and who will save you all from the demise.



I honestly know I have won numerous championships here and so many memorable moments here in UWF. But nothing brings me more satisfaction when I am in this very ring. I have left because I was lost and I was broken. I have made my grand return to bring back huge prestige to the UWF Company. Things are different right now and I have found who I truly am. My eyes are open and the light is shining bright on me. It feeds my soul of energy. Can you all feel it? I feel it. It has sent me back here to carry out an important mission. I have already set sights on what I plan to fulfill here in UWF. As I look at everyone in the locker room. I see so many lost souls that need to be saved. But don't worry. You all will be saved by your one true God, My true desire is to free and get rid of everything that has damaged your poor souls. For you all have become sinners. I shall get rid of all your sins when you all follow me. Don't be afraid of what may become of you. I will get rid of all the negativity that has been planted in that mind of yours. All you need me to do is place my hand on your forehead and bless you with the knowledge of forgiveness. For I shall become your savior and your one true God where you all shall bow down to me. I am going to save all your souls and erase all the corruption that has purged UWF for decades. For it is my job as your savior and one true God. I must erase all the disgusting sinners that have corrupted all your souls for the greater good. I honestly all ask you sad souls to just do one thing for me. Follow me and I shall show you all the way to help save everyone from further destruction of madness. That is to show your hands and pray to your one true god because I am your Messiah! To this day, everyone will bow down to their brand new savior of UWF and his name is none other than the Messiah himself Seth Rollins!



The scene fades and ends with the Messiah Seth Rollins laughing.




As we continue to breeze through Revolution, the cameras take us backstage. The camera pans the backstage area, picking up wrestlers in catering, officials preparing to go out for their respective matches but it stops when it comes across one particular locker room. The name on the door is what caused the camera man to come to a screeching halt. He's hoping to get an exclusive with the person whose name is on that door. What is the name? Who is this mystery person? Why is it none other than the brand spanking new UWF Champion LA Knight. The cameraman sheepishly knocks on the door, waiting for the Champion to make his presence known. The door swings open, but it is not LA Knight that answers.



"The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis: Well, hello there! You wouldn't happen to be trying to get a word with the new UWF Champion, would you? 

The nameless cameraman nods yes, shaking the camera up and down along with his head. 

Christopher Adonis: Well, I recommend that you get in line. Because ever since WrestleMania, when LA Knight made history, everyone has been trying to get their hands on him. Good Morning America wants an interview. The LA Times want an interview. TMZ wants an interview. Hell, I heard Drew McIntyre's own mother slid in LA Knight's DMs. But you think you should be the one to get the first interview with "The Million Dollar Megastar"? You think you're deserving enough to speak with "The Destroyer of The Destroyer"?

Again, the camera man nods the affirmative.

Christopher Adonis: I hate to break it to you, pal. But you're not even worthy enough to be in the same city as LA Knight. But, since the Champ's in a gracious mood, I'll allow you to stay and do the next best thing, you can talk to UWF's one and only "Masterpiece. 

The camera man lets out a silent groan. 

Christopher Adonis: We tried to tell each and every one of you. Drew McIntyre breaking the Adonis Lock was a fluke and WrestleMania was his penance for being a cheat. And now we're about to embark on something legendary. And what is that you may ask? Well, that's not my place to discuss. Let's just say, later tonight, in that very ring, your brand new UWF Champion will make his presence known for the first time. 

Christopher Adonis: And after the show is over, the celebration continues. You should've seen how we did it in Florida. But tonight is going to be even better. Something this exciting hasn't hit Washington State since the Seahawks won the Super Bowl. That was a decade ago, tonight is the only thing this state has had to look forward to ever since. 

It's not a Masterpiece promo without some cheap heat. 

Christopher Adonis: So I suggest you all sit back, enjoy the show and prepare to bask in our glory. Now if you don't mind, beat it. 

Adonis shoos the cameraman away before going back into Knight's locker room.

Mauro Ranallo: I guess it'll be a little longer before we hear from our Champion.

Revolution cuts away. 




We cut backstage to Prince Nana and Priest waiting by for their scheduled interview, Lexy Nair stands microphone in hand as she gets straight to the point...

Lexy Nair: "Nana and Priest you asked for this time tonight how can I assist?"



Prince Nana: Ever since we formed Swerve Enterprises, It's like everything is coming together. Swerve as your champion, Swerve Energy is selling out; So much so we had to up the price and it's still being cleared from every shelf in a supermarket close to you, and we've got a new member of our inner circle. We know their may be some studies saying above human safe levels of sodium but the FDA hasn't shut us down yet, In matter of a fact I've got the head of the FDA on speed dial.  So the reason I booked this interview, Lexy, is because  we are looking for challengers to face the insurance policy, Swerve's left hand man, Damian Priest. You know Swerve Enterprises has undergone aggressive expansion, So those who want to fight Damian send expression of interest to the number below...

A phone number appears at the bottom of the screen, You don't need to read the small print but if you did you'd see; "$20 per message, $50 for every reply". Pretty standard rates for this kind of thing...

Lexy Nair: "You mentioned Swerve is Prime Time Medal holder, Do you have any insights on his game plan to face Mighty Caleb?"

Prince Nana: I mean if I did have anything to say, Swerve ain't worried... no ... no. At Wrestlemania those two had polar opposites of nights, Swerve overshot and made a statement of Randy Orton and thanks to my business acumen he has the Prime Time Medal to show for it. It's almost as if that Medal is a reminder that Swerve Enterprises is now running this company, Top to bottom Swerve Enterprises will keep expanding until we own the UWF itself...

Lexy Nair: "Swerve sounds very confident going into a match with Caleb, Don't you think that underestimating Caleb could lead to disaster for Swerve..."

Prince Nana: I will indulge your hypothetical scenario, In this land of make believe, Swerve loses than what? I will tell you, Swerve will continue to be Swerve Strickland, It's not the title that makes him the man he is, Swerve's confidence comes from the fact that you put him into a wrestling ring and eventually all paths lead to gold. Swerve will take any gold he can get, I mean let's say Swerve had won the UWF Championship, Do you really think Swerve would be happy being ruler to one division, No Swerve would of eventually come after the Intercontinental Title, Than he'd have still been unsasiated with those two he'd set his eyes on the Television Title, You see Swerve isn't a man made by titles he is a man defined by them. So I've answered your lackadaisical scenario, Any other dumb questions you'd like answered?"

Lexy Nair: "I did have some questions in regards to your Wrestlemania night, Nana you ended up in the local newspaper, You were allegedly kicked out of every club in Tampa..."

Damian Priest: I got this, Nana. We know how to party, I wanted to show my friends a good night on the town. We got into every club V.I.P but left on the do not enter list, The way every good party should go. You should join us next time. You'd have loved the part where I fought Leonardo DiCaprio himself. I mean he was hitting on the lady I had my eyes on, pretty sure she was twenty-six isn't that too old for poor Leo. Don't worry though after Leo realized what we were about, He took us upon his private yacht, where we kept the party rolling. It was crazy, You'd not believe half the things I'd tell you about what happened. Also Nana you almost forgot some groundbreaking news for Swerve Enterprises...

Prince Nana: How could I forget, We have a new brand ambassador for Swerve Energy. Without a further ado, We'd like to welcome Leonardo DiCaprio into the Swerve Enterprise family, Leo loved spending time with us so much he practically paid us to sponsor Swerve Energy. . .

Nana is caught off guard as his phone makes a ping as he looks down, He realizes the message received of greater importance than whatever this is...

Prince Nana: "I just got a message, So even though we'd love to stay and talk with you, We need to find Swerve... Come on DP, Swerve want's to give you the rundown on tonight's match."

Damian and Nana walk off leaving Nair feeling just a tad bewildered. Priest walks behind Nana as the two reach the end of the corridor, Nana speaks up and says...

Prince Nana: "Hey, DP I actually have to take this phone call,  Swerve actually wanted to speak with you alone,  So you just go ahead I'll catch up with you later..."

Nana lifts ear to his ear, "Hello" Nana stops for a moment as he hears his own voice, Nana puzzled "Hello" yet again hears nothing but his own voice getting closer. The camera pans out revealing Shinsuke Nakamura with a smile on his face and a flip phone in hand, He slams it shut which startles Nana as he sees Shinsuke appear seemingly out of nowhere, looking confused…

Prince Nana: "Can I help you with anything?...”

Nana looks on with confusion as Shinsuke bows with an arm across his sternum, he begins to speak to him in his native tongue while putting a hand on his shoulder leaning in to be at eye level with him.



Shinsuke Nakamura:ナナ王子、はじめまして。僕と取引してくれるかい？楽しい最初の犠牲者が必要なんだ...ごめんね...楽しい最初の主要ターゲットがここにいるんだ。スワーブさんは僕にとって完璧なオープニング・プレイメイトだと思うんだけど、彼と親しくなってもいいかな？


Shinsuke finishes his speech and extends an open hand to Nana, who seems confused not sure of what The King of Strong Style just said but he shakes his hand.


Prince Nana: “Good to meet you as well… I suppose…

Shinsuke’s smirk grows into a wide smile that stretches his face, looking Nana in the eye as they shake hands with a sinister grin and speaking his first bit of english.


Shinsuke Nakamura: It’s a Deal. 君と取引できてよかったよ。

Nakamura winks at Nana and lets go of his hand, walking away as Nana is suddenly perplexed by his choice of words. Looking towards him and then down at his phone only just now wondering how Nakamura got his number, these swirls of confusing thoughts make him simply shake his head and move to catch up with Priest.






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

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

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

"Whose House?"

"Swerves House" the crowd respond. Big Pressure begins to play as the crowd know what's about to go down it's about to be Prime Time...



"Big Pressure" by the G.O.A.T blares throughout the arena, The crowd can't help but vibe to the hit song.  Swerve walks onto the stage, He wears his Prime Time Medal front and center as he confidently adjust the gold to remind those who dare come at him and his medal. His aura is unmatched as he smiles wide showing his grills. Swerve begins to confidently walk to the ring. He has no backup of Swerve Enterprises but that doesn't bother Swerve...

He looks around fixing his long jacket as he walks up the steel steps. He takes his time as he walks along the apron he calls for a microphone, He lifts it to his lips before leaning back and asking "WHOSE HOUSE"...




"Swerves House"

Louder than before as the crowd eat up the call and response. Swerve drops the microphone as he enters the ring ready for what's to come. He takes off his coat as he passes it through the ropes to his crew at ringside...

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The two stand across the ring from one another, Swerve not looking too bothered while Caleb starts beating his chest. He ramps up in speed and the crowd is fully behind him. He's looking out at the crowd getting pump up and it allows Swerve to move in for a sneak Pump Kick to the face! Caleb is knocking into the middle rope and Swerve places his knee on the back of his head, choking him out over the middle rope until the ref counts to 4. He backs up nd the ref gives him a stern talking to, but it allows Priest to come by and deck him in the side of the head before he calmly walks off.


Tom Phillips: Of course now that he's got someone at his side, Swerve is going to take full advantage of that.

Corey Graves: Caleb just called out Vincent earlier in the night. He needs to get used to having to overcome odds.


Swerve comes back over and picks up Caleb. He lifts him up for a Suplex but Caleb makes himself dead weight and lands back on his feet. A goes to reverse with a Suplex of his own but Strickland floats over and lands behind him and shoves him into the ropes, trying to roll him up. Caleb hangs on and Swerve just rolls back up to his feet. He rushes Caleb but The Hammer decks him with a Back Elbow that staggers him back a few paces. Caleb now runs at him but Swerve jumps up and hits a DDT! He makes the pin!



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Corey Graves: Ref he's in the ropes!

Tom Phillips: Oh now you care about the rules?

Corey Graves: Caleb's the one pretending he's holier than thou out here to save us from Vincent.

Mauro Ranallo: So you're saying you wouldn't be happy if he got rid of Vincent?

Corey Graves: ...


Caleb lets up after 10 hits and Swerve slumps to the outside. Nana tries to help him to his feet but Caleb comes out of the ring to get him. Priest ends up standing in his way and dares him to try and hit him. Caleb just waves him off but he gets nailed with a Pump Kick to the face! Caleb turns around from the impact and Strickland causes more harm by shoving him into the steel ring post! Swerve then picks him up and throws him into the ring. Swerve climbs right to the top rope and gets ready but Caleb sense it and rolls all the way across the ring. Swerve shakes his head and jumps down and looks to see Caleb pick himself up in the corner. He runs over but the former Television Champion spins out of the corner and turns Strickland inside out with a Spinning Lariat! He makes the pin!



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Swerve kicks out! The Mighty One brings Swerve up and lifts him straight above his head in a Military Press. Swerve ends up reaching down and raking Caleb's eyes. He drops Swerve and bends over rubbing his eyes. The Prime Time Medalist follows up with an Axe Kick to the back of the head! Caleb pushes himself back up but Swerve is standing behind him and hooks him in a Half Nelson. Caleb fights back with his free hand to break free. He takes a quick breather but Swerve grabs him right back and lifts him up into the JML Driver! The ref drops down to count the pin!



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Caleb kicks out! Swerve starts washing Caleb's face with his boot, showing him disrespect. Caleb doesn't take too kind to that and seems to pop right back up right away and goes forehead to forehead with Swerve. Swerve goes to strike him but Caleb catches his arm between his and his body. Swerve does another with his free hand but Caleb catches that too. With Swerve at his mercy, Caleb unload with Headbutts. Swerve is dazed and Caleb runs to the ropes and comes back but eats a Superkick to the jaw that takes him down!


Tom Phillips: Good God I think they felt that in the cheap seats!

Mauro Ranallo: He just got hit so hard his ancestors felt it.


Caleb crawls over to Swerve who squats down in front of him, getting his face as close to his while he shit talks him. He grabs him by the beard again and pulls him up, talking shit once more all the way up. Caleb swats his hand away and hits a Big Boot! Swerve goes down and Caleb follows up with the Jotun Stomp! Swerve rolls around on the mat holding his ribs. Caleb starts beating his chest again with the fans fully behind him. He's pumping himself when laughter can be heard throughout the arena. Caleb looks around but doesn't see anything but a single red balloon comes out from under the ring. Caleb stares at him but he's Superkicked in the back of the head! He falls to his knees looking dazed and Swerve follows up with the House Call! He pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and STILL Primetime Medalist, Swerve Strickland!



Swerve gets handed the medal as Nana dances outside. Priest slides in with a bottle of champagne from somewhere and the trio celebrate their win as the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. The Intercontinental Champion, "Ravishing" Rick Rude is shown in locker room preparing for his upcoming match with Kevin Owens. He's got his gear on, his moustache trimmed, his pre-match abs exercises in - man's looking ready to rock. All he needs now is his I.C. title belt...

Bayley: Hey don't forget this!

Here comes The "Good Guy" outta nowhere into the frame with the worker's strap. She hands Rick the title and follows up with a SMOOCH~! to boot.



Bayley: Also just wanted to say, I know things have been kinda cuh-razy busy after Wrestlemania with my and Kyle being cool again and you and me haven't had a chance to chat much, but I had like... the best time tag-teaming at Wrestlemania. I mean shoot, who woulda thought? Me - undefeated at Mania! Pretty cool, right? Like, imagine if there was still a tag team division around here? We'd totally win those belts. I think we'd be the first ever boyfriend-girlfri -

Rick cuts her off before she can finish that sentence.

Rude stops Bayley by pressing a finger lightly to her lips, brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear and grabs her face with both of his hands.  Not like, violently you sick freak, but in a romantic way, kind of.

Rude:  Bayley.  My sweet, sexy, ravenous Bayley.  I gotta admit, you took me completely by surprise whenever you dropped the boyfriend bomb on Larry at Mania.  I’m not complaining, nor am I trying to overcomplicate things…but a bit of a heads up that you had decided you wanted to take this a bit further would have been nice to know on my end.

Bayley gulps nervously.  Rude pinches her chin and pulls it up as he plants a soft kiss on her lips.

Rude:  Sweetness, I am in no way shooting it down or saying no, I just don’t want things to get messy with what has been ridiculously fun for the both of us lately.  So, how’s about we cool it with the boyfriend/girlfriend titles until we get a chance to actually sit down and lay out our boundaries and whatnot and decide together that this is something that we actually want, ok?  The both of us have been super busy, lately.  How’s about after the show I take you out to whatever this shit hole of a town considers as its finest establishment and we sort this out over a nice romantic dinner, ok?

Rude pulls her in for another kiss.

Bayley: Ok well hey... we can talk more later. You've got a match to worry about. Well, not like worry, worry, I mean. I mean... well... you know what I mean, ya know? Just... go show that grumpy canucklehead who runs the show around here.

She makes like she's about to leave, but then wheels right back around.

Bayley: Oh... just one more thing real quick! Tell me if this is a bad or dumb or stupid idea or whatever... and you don't have to decide anything right away... but I know you're probably looking for a big title match since your one at Wrestlemania fell through and I know you'd rather not have to put that thing on the line against one of the creeps or weirdos or psychos around here... so like... I dunno... how does this sound...

The "Good Guy" runs her hand through the air, envisioning a marquee main event billing.

Bayley: Unstoppable nWo 4 Lyfer's go head-to-head for the First Time Ever when The "Ravishing One" Rick Rude puts his Intercontinental Championship one the line against The "Diabetic Dragon" Kyle O'Reilly!

Could be kinda sweet, right? Maybe even... too sweet? ? ?

But like I said, take some time! Think about it! And good luck out there! I'll be cheerin for ya!

Bayley takes off, leaving her boyfriend(?) with all that stuff to consider as Revolution rolls on!




We find ourselves backstage with Renee Young who is standing outside Randy Orton’s locker room. She looks over at the camera man to make sure he’s there as she raises her hand to knock Orton walks out. He  looks like he’s talking to someone, but then slowly closes the door to be surprised by the petite roving interviewer and her camera team.



Renee Young: Hey Randy, after the way Wrestlemania turned out for you, I was wondering how this victory felt. Do you think you’ve gotten yourself back on the right tracks?

Orton chuckles to himself as he leans in the door frame. Such a dumb and simple question from Renee.

Randy Orton: Wrestlemania was truly not what I’d hoped it would be I agree about that.  But as far as getting myself “back on track” as you want to say. That process started way before tonight, it started in the wee hours after Mania went off the air. Because what people forget is that I have a life time inside this business, I’m a third generation star who breathed in a wrestling locker room when I was a few months old, my first steps were in some dirty arena. So with all of that knowledge it doesn’t take much for me to draw back to the wisdom bestowed upon me. When times like that come I know what to do because I think back to wise words my father told me. He told me…he…

Randy feels a weird presence behind him and turns to see Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams standing there trying to look as intimidating as possible.

Randy Orton: You two have something to say?

Carmelo takes one step forward, looking very confident as he looks up and down at Orton.

Carmelo Hayes: No, I’m just dying to know what advice your big nosed, redneck, inbred daddy gave you that’s swimming around in that oversized head of yours. What kind of knowledge did that nobody that had to wear a cast on his arm for a decade to get noticed…what pearls of wisdom did he share with his baby boy that has you on the right track? Because the way I see it, none of it matters. You got put in your place at Mania and what happened here tonight doesn’t prove a damn thing. You and the rest of the fossils taking up room in the UWF need to be on your way out, make room for the future.

Orton smiles a weird smile like he’s trying to open the top part of his jaw by pressing the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He’s shaking his head up and down, but it’s more in a slithering motion as he tries to regain composure.

Randy Orton: You know what’s funny about all of this? You are proving my dad right, because he once told me ‘Son there’s going to be a day when a young hyena is going to get the better of you. He’s going to leave you licking your wounds and that’s when it all becomes the most dangerous. Because now the other hyenas are going to smell the blood and want their piece.” Basically, Swerve thinks he used me to be a step up the ladder here in the UWF and it’s hard to argue he didn’t with that Prime Time Medal around his neck. But now, you think that means it’s open season on Randy Orton being a stepping stone. And Melo I suggest you turn your ass around, you two look for another fight. Because what my father also told me was…

Hayes has had enough and slaps Orton across the face mid sentence. For a moment the world stood still, the horror on Renee’s face evident. Trick has his mouth wide open in surprise, Hayes stands like a statue trying to look as alpha as possible and Orton snaps his head back and just smiles. And then the match is lit as Orton grabs Hayes by the head and smashes him into the locker room door which flies open. Orton follows Hayes in and they start swinging, but in a matter of moments Trick is jumping on Orton with rights and lefts. It looks like they have the numbers when Trick stands up straight and out of nowhere BOOM! A flash across the screen and Trick has been speared into an open locker that has folded in half from the force. The camera is finally able to catch who it was, BRON BREAKKER stands over Trick’s body in jeans and a sleeveless RKO hoodie.

The camera pans around in time to see Hayes on top of Orton, but not for long as another figure comes into frame and hurls him into a wall like it is nothing. The camera doesn’t catch who it is at first, another man in jeans and a hoodie. He picks up Hayes only to whip him around with a quick snap spinebuster that sends the sound of human flesh on concrete echoing in the room as the man throws the hoodie back it’s BROCK ANDERSON.  Orton is back up to his feet and he starts to survey the carnage, he points over to Hayes and  both Anderson and Breakker hold his limp body on the ground, but elevate his head. The camera man is in the room now and Renee is hiding behind him in shock at what she’s seen. Orton beckons the camera to come down to the floor level as he slithers over to Haye’s semi conscious body, speaking between deep inhales as the anger and violence have taken over the mind of the Viper.

Randy Orton: He told me that when the hyenas start to circle, you go out and get yourself some lions.

With that Orton hops up and quickly backs up, runs forward and boots Hayes right in the temple as you can see the lights go out and he becomes dead weight, the two new friends of Orton let his body drop to the ground. Orton looks pleased with the carnage as the officials and medical staff arrive too late to help as always and the three men leave, the camera panning back and forth from officials trying to get Trick steady back on his feet and other medical attending to an unconscious and probably concussed Carmelo Hayes.




We're taken to the backstage area where Kevin Owens is walking by, seemingly on his way to the ring for his contest later with Rick Rude when he spots the camera. He stops in his tracks.



Kevin Owens

Oh good a camera, I can speak my mind on something. Did you see that earlier with Randy Orton? Bringing in some new young boys to carry his bags? Looks like everyone has someone watching their backs now. It's funny though I didn't need any help when I beat Sami Zayn all on my own at WrestleMania. I won't need anyone watching my back when I go out there and beat the Intercontinental Champion Rick Rude. It's always been Kevin Owens vs the World. But some people here like Randy Orton would rather take short cuts. They'd rather manipulate young talent with lies about how he'll take them to the top. Here's some free advice for you boys, a snake is always a snake and one day you'll get bit. Let this also be a message to the entire UWF locker room. Bring whoever you want. Eric Bischoff, Brock Anderson, Bron Breakker, Trick Williams, Mayor McCheese it doesn't matter because I'll drop them all with a Stunner.

Kevin starts to walk off and stops just before he's out of frame.

Oh and a special message for Randy Orton… I'm not afraid of snakes.

Kevin walks off ready for his upcoming match.




Corey Graves: Are you guys ready? I have a feeling our next matchip is going to be "Ravishing"!

Tom Phillips: I can't stand working with you sometimes. Ladies and Gentlemen, up next the Prizefighter Kevin Owens will be taking on the Intercontinetal Champion, Rick Rude. Both men are coming off huge victories at WrestleMania. The question is, who can keep the momentum going?

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

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

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, from Marieville, Quebec, Canada, Kevin Owens!
Kevin stomps up the steel steps leading the ring. He wipes his feet on the apron before quickly getting into the ring. Once again he let's out a warcry as he prepares to do what he was put on this earth to do, Fight.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent...


OWW, 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 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, he is the UWF Intercontinental Champion, “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, overweight, inner-city sweathogs 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!

The music begins again as Rude begins to disrobe.


As the robe comes off, the camera zooms in to show that Rude is wearing tights that have Kevin Owens' face directly on the crotch.  As Rude turns around, we see there is an airbrushed picture of KO on each cheek of the rear of the tights.


Tom Phillips: I know we mention it all the time, but the physique on our Intercontinental Champion is impressive.

Mauro Ranallo: But as we all know, physiques aren't what win you matches here. If the usually cocky Rude isn't on his game, Kevin Owens may pick up a huge victory here. One which would undoubtedly put him in the conversation for an Intercontiental Championship match down the line.

The bell sounds and the two opposite sides of the ring couldn't look any different. On one side is the built from granite Champion Rick Rude and on the other is the working class every man Kevin Owens. But as previously mentioned, this match isn't about how you look. Kevin Owens looks tp prove just that as he rushes across the ring and starts throwing haymakers at Rude. This catches our Champion off guard and he back pedals into the corner, throwing his hands up. Owens doens't let up though. He continues throwing hands before adding some kicks to Rude's midsection to the fray. Before he knows it, Rude is sitting on his ass in the corner as KO keeps stomping away. The official has to drag KO off Rude and back to the center of the ring. The crowd is eating this up, seeing the arrogant Champion get what's coming to him.

Mauro Ranallo: And Kevin Owens is hot out the gate!

Corey Graves: Coming off a huge win at WrestleMania and what he said at Randy Orton earlier, it's obvious that Kevin Owens is feeling himself.

As Owens is dragged back to the center of the ring, he brushes the referee aside before throwing his hands out in the air and screaming to the Tacoma fans..."AND THAT'S WHY I'M THE MAN!"



Before rushing back towards Rude, who is still seated in the corner and delivering a running Cannonball to the Champion. All Two Hundred and Sixty pounds of Owens hits Rude directly in the face, causing him to momentarily go limp as KO drags him out the corner by the leg and goes for the first cover in the match...

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Owens was expecting the kick out so as soon as Rude rolls the shoulder. KO gets back to his feet and leaps high in the air, delivering a huge back senton onto the Ravishing One. As the air leaves Rude's body, Owens goes for yet another cover...

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Tom Phillips: KO taking it to the Champion early!

As he kicks out, Rude rolls to the opposite side of the ring. He rests in the corner, trying to catch his breath from Kevin Owens' rapid start. Owens' will not let up though. With Rude in the corner, KO lines up and prepares for another Cannon Ball. But before the big man can get started, Eric Bischoff jumps up on the apron and begins yelling obscenities towards The Prizefighter. KO doesn't want to listen for too long and immediately swings at Bischoff. Easy E is ready for him and quickly drops down off the apron before contact is made...

Mauro Ranallo: I hope Rick Rude pays Eric Bischoff well for all of his hard work.

Corey Graves: Don't you worry about Easy E's pockets, Mauro. They're lined with Hundred Dollar Bills!

Bischoff keeps talking from the floor as KO threatens him. Owens' lets Easy E know that if he gets involved again, there will be hell to pay. With all this going on, Owens is unaware that Rude has recovered and quickly rolls the Prizefighter up from behind...

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Both men get to their feet and as quick as a hiccup, Rick Rude catches Owens square in the jaw with a knee lift. Owens' head goes in the air and Rude follows up with a leaping neckbreaker that brings the Canadian down to the mat. Owens grabs his neck and Rude goes for another cover...

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Rude gets to his feet as Owens continues to grab at his neck. The Intercontinental Champion stands over his foe and mocks him by gyrating his hips over Owens' body and delivering a standing elbow drop directly into Owens' chest. Rude laughs at the man he's referred to as a "fat slob" before wiping some sweat off his chest and onto Owen's face.

Tom Phillips: That's disgusting!

Corey Graves: I know, Phillips! Owens' fat face just ruined Rick Rude's perfect sweat!

Rude grabs KO by the neck and lifts him to a knee. Rude talks trash the way only the Intercontinental Champion can before lifting Kevin onto the nearby ropes. With the turnbuckle being the only thing to hold Owens up, Rude cocks back and delivers a huge European Uppercut. You can see the spit fly out of Owens' mouth as Rude grabs him by the arm and Irish Whips him across the ring to the opposing turnbuckle. Rude follows up by charging across the ring and hitting Owens with another running European Uppercut. This one knocks Owens' head back. The Prizefighter stumbles out of the corner into the waiting arms of Rude, who lifts Owens off his feet and takes him down to the mat with a spinning belly to belly suplex. Owens hits the canvas hard and Rude goes for another cover...

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Rude chuckles to himself as Owens kicks out again. The "kid" as he's dubbed Owens, has heart. Rude plans on changing that. He grabs Owens and puts his head between his legs...

Mauro Ranallo: I think Rude is looking to end this!

Rude tries to hoist Owens up for a piledriver, but Owens is too much of a man for the Ravishing One to power up. Rude tries again and again, Owens blocks. Rude tries a third time and this time, Owens counters and sends The Intercontinental Champion flying high in the air with a back body drop. The counter catches Rude off guard. His back hits the mat hard but he manages to get back to his feet, only for Kevin Owens to hit him with a clothesline that sends Rude over the top rope and to the floor. The Tacoma crowd once again comes to life as Owens rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the floor, following Rude. The Champion is barely getting to his feet before Owens grabs him by his curly hair and slams him face first onto the ring apron.

Corey Graves: Oh no! This lunatic is going to ruin Rude's perfect features!

Every time Owens dribbles Rude's head off the apron like a basketball, the Prizefighter asks "Am I Still A Kid?" After bouncing his skull of the apron half a dozen times, Owens rolls Rude's body back into the ring, positioning it so that his lower half is in the ring, while his midsection is still on the apron and his head dangles off towards the floor. Owens then proceeds to climb onto the apron himself, creating some distance before getting a running start and hitting a big splash directly onto Rude's chest. You can hear the "Ravishing One's" yells of agony as he painfully rolls his body back into the ring fully and KO goes for another cover...

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Owens gets back to his feet and prepares to put the final nail in the coffin. He begins to stalk Rude. But as he does, once again, Eric Bischoff leaps onto the apron and begins heckling the Prizefighter. The official tries to get Bischoff down, but KO takes it open himself and turns around, dropping Bischoff with a right hand. This knocks Bischoff to the floor and Tacoma lets KO know they approve of his actions...

Tom Phillips: There you go! Serves Bischoff right!

All this has allowed Rude to recover. Owens' attention isn't on his opponent, instead it's on Sleazy E. This allows Rude to sneak up behind KO, spin him, kick him in the stomach, put Owens' head between his legs and pick Owens up for the Piledriver he tried earlier. Unlike the first three times, this try is successful and Owens is dropped on his skull. The ring shakes with the impact and Rude shoots the half, going for the cover...

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But it is not an empathic kick out. Owens barely rolled a shoulder honestly. Rude smirks as he watches Owens roll to the opposite side of the ring. Owens has to use the nearby ropes to pull himself to his feet and as he does, Rude's mouth begins to salivate. Rude charges, looking for another set of European Uppercuts, but KO is ready for him and catches him with a back elbow. This staggers the Champion and Owens grabs him by the head in a front face lock. Owens drags Rude back to the corner before lifting himself onto the second rope. Owens wastes no time, leaping off the ropes, spinning in midair and spiking Rude with a Tornado DDT!

Corey Graves: How does Kevin Owens keep going?!

A normal man would go for a pinfall in these situations, but Kevin Owens is no normal man. Instead with Rude down, Owens exits the ring and scales to the top rope...

Corey Graves: No! No! I don't like this!

Owens reaches the top and with the Champion still down, leaps off, flipping in midair and landing directly on Rude's chest...

Tom Phillips: Swanton Bomb! That'll do it!

After such a high impact move, Owens leans back on the Champion and goes for the cover...

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The fans of Tacoma get to their feet. They thought that was it. So did Kevin Owens. So did Eric Bischoff. The latter is so stressed that once again, he jumps onto the apron...

Tom Phillips: And this weasel is back again! You think he would've learned his lesson after Kevin Owens just dropped him.

Bischoff is yelling all types of foul language Owens way. The referee is having difficulty getting Bischoff off the apron, so Kevin Owens takes it up on himself. He grabs Bischoff by the leather jacket and brings him into the ring the hard way, over the top rope...

Corey Graves: No! This is not where Eric needs to be!

Now in the ring, Bischoff begins to change his tune. He's begging KO not to hurt him. He's got a wife. He's got kids. Kevin Owens wants Bischoff to keep the same energy he just had. But Bischoff is pleading for KO to let him go. Owens thinks about it momentarily and asks Bischoff to get to his feet. Slowly, Bischoff tries getting up, his arms still out, begging for mercy. Owens looks at Bischoff and motions that he can leave the ring...

 Corey Graves: He does have a heart! Thank you Kevin!

Bischoff prepares to leave, but before he can, Owens catches him with a boot to the stomach, followed by a quick Stunner!

Tom Phillips: Stunner to Bischoff!

Bischoff flops around like a fish out of water. The official tries to remove him from the ring, but he's dead weight. The man in the striped shirt does everything in his power to push him towards the bottom rope and force him underneath it. His back is to the action, as he tends to Easy E.  As he does, Kevin Owens turns his attention back to the task at hand, Rick Rude. The Intercontinental Champion is still suffering from the Swanton Bomb, but he's trying to get things together now. Kevin is ready to end this. He's got one more Stunner left in him this evening and it's got Rick Rude's name written all over it. Rude is unaware that the Prizefighter is right behind him. The Champion pulls himself up and Owens is ready to go into action. But before he can spin Rude around, someone spins Owens around...



Mauro Ranallo: RKO! What the hell!

Just like a Viper, Randy Orton strikes from out of nowhere with an RKO. Rick Rude didn't see it. Eric Bischoff obviously didn't see it. But most important, the official didn't see it. Rude turns around just as Orton slithers out of the ring and the Champion sees a laid out Prizefighter. At the same time, the official finally disposes of Bischoff's body and turns around. Rude, still confused as to what transpired, feigns as if he did something lethal and makes his way over to Owens, hooking both legs for good measure...

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Mauro Ranallo: You've got to be kidding me!

DING
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Tony Chimel: The winner of this match via pinfall, The Intercontinental Champion, "Ravishing" Rick Rude!



Rude's music plays and he has his arm raised by the official. He beckons for his Championship and as he receives it looks around for Bischoff. He spots Easy E laid out on the floor and figures at some point, he must have taken one for the team. Rude goes outside and tends to his friend. As the camera pans back into the ring, Kevin Owens is starting to come to.

Tom Phillips: This is a travesty! Kevin Owens had this match won if it weren't for Randy Orton!

Corey Graves: That'll teach Owens a lesson. You don't tug on Superman's cape and you definitely don't bad mouth the Viper. 

The last thing we see before cutting elsewhere is an enraged Owens in the ring on a knee. 




Backstage we see Stokely Hathaway sat in deep thought. It’s difficult to gauge his precise mood, but one would suspect it’s not the jolliest following Drew McIntyre’s UWF Championship loss at Wrestlemania.



Stokely Hathaway: Before this show goes on any further, I wanna make something crystal clear. Drew McIntyre’s outstanding impact on this industry will not be defined by the farce that took place at Wrestlemania. Sure, there may be a new hype train currently sat in the UWF station, but anyone that’s thinking of jumping on board would be a fool to do so, because the destructive express is still very much running and rolling, and it’s not gonna stop until the UWF Title is back where it rightfully belongs. But as far as the interim champ goes, he can take peace of mind in knowing that the end doesn’t come tonight, because Drew McIntyre in his infinite wisdom envisaged the dreadful prospect of having to set foot in the literal drizzling shitsville that is Tacoma, Washington and subsequently decided to cancel his flight.

Boos can be heard in the background from the Tacoma crowd who are watching on the big screen and understandably haven’t taken kindly to the put down.

Stokely Hathaway: Fret not however, because the Claymore King is being represented this evening by yours truly, and before the night is out I will make sure that LA Knight leaves this building firmly in the knowledge that he’s already running on borrowed time… Now, if you’d be so kind, get the hell out of my office!

Hathaway goes to shoo the camera away as the live feed transitions to a quick break.




The scene opens on Sinn and Abadon standing in an area of the backstage when Vincent walks in.

Sinn: About Wrestlemania…

Vincent puts up his hand to silence Sinn.

Vincent: Another time, Sinn. Right now, I’m focused on The Mighty Caleb and him getting involved in my business which means he’s involved in The Collapse’s business. You want to make up for Wrestlemania, do something about Eddie Guerrero, I’ll handle Caleb.

Vincent walks off as Revolution continues elsewhere.




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.

Tom Phillips: Tyler Breeze is looking to bounce back from what seems to be a bit of a losing streak starting to brew.

Bliss bounces herself off the bottom rope but Breeze turns his head over and sits up on the ring apron. He hops off onto the floor and walks to the commentators table, leaning over and asking Phillips what he just said. Bliss slides out of the ring and puts a hand in front of him to tell him to calm down but Breeze seems ticked off and enters the ring.

Corey Graves: What do you think you're doing Tom? Insulting a model in the middle of this entrance.

Breeze opens a hand out and waves his finger calling for a microphone, Bliss hands him one.



Tyler Breeze: Cut the music, cut everything. Hmm...Okay so everyone around here knows who I am and knows what I'm capable. I had what is probably the Longest undefeated streak going in this entire industry, I defeated the UWF Champion twice, I'm the damn spotlight around here. And what do I hear in my Periph? Some loser uggo saying I'm trying to 'bounce back' from a 'losing streak'. Tyler Breeze always ends up winning, just ask anyone I've ever stood in the ring with. And yes, I mean ANYONE because anyone who has gotten one over on me I've beaten too. A Streak begins with three, so I am in no losing streak and I never have been in the UWF. I promise you if I ever slumped down to a losing streak with the spotlight I hold, I'd up and quit this entire industry. But that's not even the worst part, the worst part is thinking I need to bounce back using a malnourished Seth Rogen. I'm going to beat him tonight because I want to add his belt as well as every other belt I can find to my wardrobe, but to even imply that Tyler Breeze beating...beating....

Alexa Bliss: Sami Zayn.

Tyler Breeze: is some sort of bounce back of any kind. It's like saying the earth needs to bounce back from the nighttime with the sun rising...the sun rising is already a given dumb dumb just like this is...of course Tyler Breeze beats this guy every single time. In fact, I'm so meddled...I'm so...Ugh...FLames...on the Side of my face...I'm So mad about anyone questioning my validity when I'm the guy who is going to be your future UWF Champion, that I can guarantee you that I'm going to win tonight. If I lose to...Damie...Trevo

Alexa Bliss: Sami Zayn.

Tyler Breeze: If I lose to HIM of all people, then my whole career is over with and I quit.

Bliss' eyes immediately go wide as she turns to see Breeze after his impulsive decree as Breeze throws the microphone out of the ring and turns around calling for Sami to make his entrance.




The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the Forever Champion Sami Zayn. Sami's got a big smile on his face, the chance to end another career here for him. He's got a pep in his step as he comes down and slides into the ring.



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

He hands the title off looking excited to get the match underway.



VS

DING DING


The bell sounds off and both competitors start to circle around the edge of the ring, daring the other to make a move, chirping each other with some chirp-as-chirp-can trash talk. Its like one of those fights you see in middle school between two kids who don't actually want to fight but now they have to cause they said they would and a crowd showed up to watch.


Phillips: Is it fair to say that both these guys have a... I dunno... more of a "reactionary" style? It'll be interesting to see which one works up the guts to make the first move.

Graves: Bold take from someone who's never actually competed in the squared circle before, Phillips. What we've got here is a guaranteed instant classic between the two most cerebral competitors in the world today. Sure, Magnus Carlsen can run roughshod over amateurs in a round of speed chess, but when he faces off against another Grandmaster? Well then its all about being methodical.

Ranallo: Fair point, Corey, but there's nothing methodical about this rash decision by Tyler Breeze to put his career on the line out of the blue!

Graves: I disagree. I think that's a genius-level tactic - the kind of thing you need to do to try and get an edge on someone as talented as the Forever Champ.

Phillips: To me it looks more like Breeze is on tilt - and that might cost him everything.


Tyler and Sami slowly but surely close the gap, inevitably locking up in the middle of the ring after a minute or so of jaw-jacking and feints. The collar-and-elbow connection doesn't lean either way right off the bat - there's no immediate advantage for either party. When Prince Pretty attempts to transition into a side headlock, however, the tenacious Canadian slips out the side and grabs himself a wristlock. An additional rotation of the arm has the Super Model grimacing in pain as his joints are contorted.

Down at ringside, Alexa Bliss is leaning intently against the apron as her meal ticket faces some trouble for the first time in this contest. Omos is stoic as ever nearby. Breeze inches towards the ropes while Sami invests big in the submission, using both of his hands to emphatically twist the limb.

Tyler reaches out with his free had to grasp the top cable. That brings the Referee in to break up the hold. You better believe that Zayn takes the better part of a disqualifying five count to let go. An admonishment from the Third Man about the prolonged has Sami pleading innocent - he insists that his wrist tape got caught up and he was doing everything he could to break lose.


Phillips: Just the first of what I'm sure will be many abuses of the UWF Rule Book.

Graves: You heard the man, Phillips! His tape got caught! No foul play there.


While Sami is bickering with the Ref, Breeze takes a second to shake out his arm. He doesn't wait long though - when he realizes he has a window of opportunity, he dives through it, charging past the Official to cheap-shot Zayn while he's mid-argument.

Tyler straight up ignores a lecturing from the Ref about that as he pounds away on his foe, clobbering the Forever Champ with forearm shivers until he's backed up into the corner. Zayn crumples towards the base as a fired-up Breeze grabs the top two ropes for some extra leverage, stomping a mud hold in Sami.

Again, the Referee comes in to break it up. Tyler doesn't bother with stretching the five-count. Instead, he picks Zayn up off the canvas by the wrist and whips him into the far corner. Sami careens then collides with the turnbuckle. Breeze lines him like some kinda photshoot then charges after him...


Ranallo: Tyler taking a page out of his opponent's play book!

Phillips: He's going for the Helluva Kick!


Maybe Breeze just wants to add some insult to injury. Maybe he figured that would be the last thing Sami would expect. Maybe he was doing it ironically to show him how stupid he thinks it is. Whatever the case, the King of Cuteville jacks the Canuck's patented big boot, but its all for not in the end. Tyler's foot clears the height of the top rope upon approach, its just that Sami has escaped to the outside by the time he gets there.

Zayn goes through the ropes to the floor, landing on his feet, if a bit off balance. He's on the side that the Breezetourage is also on, so now he's face to faces with Alexa Bliss and the Nigerian Giant. Omos steps around the former, protecting her while also threatening Sami with big ol' glare. Sami dares him to do something - provoking the wrath of the titan with some unsavoury words.


Phillips: Tyler must have stopped the sense out of Sami Zayn if he's picking a fight with Omos now!

Ranallo: I believe there's a method to his madness, Tom. A win by disqualification is still a loss for Tyler Breeze, and that would mean curtains for his career in the UWF.


Omos steps towards Zayn, keen on teaching him some manners. Now its Alexa's turn to get between them. Bliss hurries around to  put herself in the Giant's path, pushing back on him with both hands and demanding he pump the breaks and cool his jets. Sami's chuckling to himself about getting them all riled up but then BOOM! Breeze nails him with a pair of boots to the head when he comes through the lower two ropes with a dropkick.

Sami tumbles into the barricade. Tyler collects him there, pulling him up by the hair and rolling him back into the ring before the Referee can even get started with the count-out. Breeze then climbs in as well and scrambles to capitalize with a quick pin attempt...



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2...



Sami kicks out right after two!


Graves: A lot of hustle from Breeze tonight. I like seeing this edge in him.

Ranallo: Well there's a lot more than pride or a potential contendership on the line tonight!

Graves: As far as I'm concerned, if he can pull off a win over the Forever Champ, Tyler should have his pick of who he fights next. The man is technically practically undefeated since returning to action and he has yet to receive a title shot of any kind! Make that make sense!

Phillips: What the hell does "technically practically undefeated" even mean?


Breeze pulls Sami up to his feet and grabs him by both wrists. It seems like that might be the set-up for an Unprettier, but instead, Tyler wraps his opponent's arms around his neck in a sort of elevated straightjacket hold. From there, he hits a backbreaker. Its a deadly combination he likes to call Haute Couture and its enough to get him another pin attempt. The Official goes back down to make the count...



1...



2...



Again, Sami kicks out at two! Breeze chews out the Official about the count.


Ranallo: Another hit like that and Sami might be cooked!

Phillips: Breeze should spend less time complaining to the Referee and focus his energy on winning this match.


Tyler gets back to his feet, taking a few seconds to catch his breath and pout about the Referee's uselessness. Alexa gets up on the apron to offer up some mid-match advice - its a step further than she normally goes, but with so much on the line, she's got an especially vested interest in seeing Breeze succeed tonight.

The Official isn't too happy about her being up there, but Breeze shushes him. When Omos shoots the Third Man a warning glare, he gives the impromptu time-out a wide berth.

While all this is happening, Zayn is getting back to his feet. Tyler figured he would be down a lot longer than that, but Sami's nothing if not a survivor. The Forever Champ shakes the cobwebs, then looks up to see his foe's back to him.


Graves: Here comes Zayn!

Phillips: Breeze shouldn't have just left him there!


Zayn runs across the ring to get back on the offensive. Either Tyler can hear him coming or it was all just some kinda clever mind game or something. Whatever the case, Breeze gets out of Sami's way when the Canadian barrels in to clobber him from behind. Sami pulls up just shy of knocking Alexa off the apron while his opponent slips around behind him. Sami rotates around to find a Supermodel Kick headed right for his jawline!

Sami ducks!

The kick misses his chin but finds a new home in Alexa's! Tyler Breeze inadvertently knocks her off the apron. Omos manages to catch her before she hits the floor, but the damage is done. Stunned by the misstep, Tyler leaves himself open to a sneaky roll-up by the Forever Champ! The Ref comes in for the count...



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Graves: Not like this!



2...



Ranallo: Tyler's career is over!



No! Breeze pops out of the pinning predicament before its too late! The two competitors hurry to get back to their feet, both eager to gain the advantage.

Tyler greets Zayn on the way up with a slicing chop across the chest. Zayn responds with a strike of his own. Breeze backs up a step then throws a haymaker of a lariat in retaliation. Sami ducks under the arm, hoists his foe up and uses that forward momentum against him to spin him through the air as he goes for the Blue Thunder Bomb!

Except oh snap, Tyler hooks his legs around Sami's head a hurricanrana's him over, landing on top then leaning back to grab some legs for a pin outta nowhere!


Graves: Tyler counters the Blue Thunder Bomb for the pin!

Phillips: He's got those legs hooked deep!


The Referee counts it...



1...



2...



Zayn bucks his way out and counters a sunset-esque pin of his own! The Official starts a fresh count...



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2...



Tyler breaks loose with mere inches left between the Ref's hand and the canvas!

The crowd isn't partial to either competitor, but they're getting wrapped up in the nailbiting drama of it all. Will these be Prince Pretty's final match! Can Sami end it all? Once again, they scramble to a standing position to find out. And once again, Tyler is the first to strike when he lands a jumping knee to Sami's face.

He follows that up with a second knee to the midscetion. That doubles the Canadian over. Tyler grabs his arms, this time with the inent to hit his most dangerous maneuver. He spins around looking for the Unprettier. Before he hits it, though, the outrageously vainglorious superstar spares a second to flash some blue steel at the hard cam, letting the world know that he's every bit as good as he says he is and he knows it.

Its in that split second that Sami manages to slip out of his grip.

The fans gasp as Tyler turns around and takes a rolling elbow to the face. Once he's stunned, Zayn scoops him up and finally hits that Blue Thunder Bomb to plant the King of Cuteville into the canvas. He keeps hold of the legs when he lands to get that pin...



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2...



3...



DING DING

YOUR WINNER...
SAMI ZAYN!




Corey Graves: NO!

Mauro Ranallo: He did it which means...


Bliss is on the outside with her hands in her hair in disbelief. Omos looks shocked and Sami looks elated. He's practically rolling on the mat with glee while Tyler comes to and realizes what just happened.


Corey Graves: A promising career cut short.

Tom Phillips: Aren't you like Zayn's biggest fan?

Corey Graves: No one likes to pick their favorite child.


Breeze starts to shake his head in denial. Security ends up coming out from the back to escort him away. Bliss looks embarrassed and simply walks up the ramp. Omos is trying to hold the guys back while Breeze holds onto the ropes, trying to kick away the ones who have gotten past the giant. Sami exits the ring and dances up the ramp and for once the fans are cheering. Obviously not for him but for what he's done. They start the ol' "na na na na" chant while Breeze is pried from the ropes and essentially crowd surfed out of the arena, Omos also being taken to the back. Revolution rolls on as the chaos is still being handled.

We cut to the back where we see Roman Reigns. Reigns is shown a lone no Joe or Solo backing him and Roman Reigns speaks

Roman Reigns: Wrestlemania was an utter failure of an event for the Tribal Chief. You see what I decided to do is take some personal time for myself. By the way thank you Breeze for that money this all expense trip was paid by my cousin Solo. You see family takes care of one another. Don't worry though the Tribal Chief will be back because you see I need to remind people about the levels in this business. Tomasso Ciampa you and I we're even I beat you when it was one on one. Man against man. You couldn't beat me let alone pin me unless you had another man in this ring. Yet you parade proud you beat me. You didn't beat me what you did is get lucky.

Roman Reigns leaves whatever hotel room he is in and he is walking and Roman Reigns speaks

Roman Reigns: You see this right here even on vacation the tribal chief he is working out. He is putting in the work. Do you know why? Because I am on a mission to become the UWF champion and you best believe when I come back Samoa Joe he has a plan to take you out Ciampa. You're luck its about to run out because when the Tribal Chief comes back you will bow down and acknowlege...

???: Oh my god Roman Reigns.

Reigns stops and a fan sees him and the fan speaks

Fan: Roman Reigns I am a huge fan can I get a picture?

Roman Reigns goes and he smiles

Roman Reigns: Alright why not it's one picture.

Roman Reigns poses with the fan who it looks like his significant other takes the picture.

Fan: Thanks Roman.

Roman Reigns: And....

Fan: And?

Roman Reigns: What must you do?

Fan: Oh that's right I acknowledge you my tribal chief.

Roman Reigns: That's right. Hey you're a fan how lucky was that bum Ciampa at Mania?

Fan: Oh Roman I don't think Ciampa was lucky at all.

Roman's smile turns into a stern look.

Fan: I mean let's be real dude you lost but your still the Tribal Chief.

Roman Reigns: Can I see your phone?

Fan: Why?

Roman Reigns: I want to take a selfie come on give me the phone.

Fan: Oh word.

Roman Reigns gets the phone and he throws it to the ground smashing it. The fans is stunned in shock and Roman Reigns gives a stern stare.

Fan: Wha- What the hell man?

Roman Reigns: Take back your acknowledgement just like Ciampa you are a bum. While you and your wife are drinking on the beach I will be in the gym training getting ready to smash Ciampa one more time.

Roman Reigns walks away as the camera fades we hear Roman yell "Solo will cover it." as UWF fades away to it's next segment.

The cameras open up in the ring with Tony Chimel standing by, preparing to make an announcement.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome THE NEW UWF Champion, LA Knight!

L...A....Knight!



The entire arena gets to their feet as "Welcome To LA" blares over the PA System. It doesn't take long for the self proclaimed "Man of The Hour" to make his presence known. Here he is, UWF. Here is your new World Heavyweight Champion. Here is LA Knight. Of course, to his right stands "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis. Normally, this is the part where Knight reminds the entire world exactly who is he, but tonight he doesn't have to do that. Everyone who is anyone knows exactly who LA Knight is. Knight and Adonis march down the ramp, dressed in their finest suits. The title shines as it hangs from Knight's shoulder. The duo reach the end of the ramp and climb the steps. Adonis, being the gentleman and confidant he is, holds the ropes open so that the Champion may enter the ring first. Adonis then follows as Knight motions for a microphone and tells the AV guy to cut his music.

Corey Graves: Looks like it's finally time to hear from the Champ!



LA Knight

Welcome...

Knight pauses momentarily before looking down at his Championship

To the L...A....Knight Show!

That's not Knight's normal opening line, but it draws a mixed reaction either way. 

Sixteen Months. Sixteen long months L...A....Knight has been waiting for this moment. For Sixteen long months, L...A....Knight has waited for the moment where he could stand here and without a shadow of a doubt say that he's the best thing this business has to offer. Now L...A....Knight's always believed that there's nobody in that locker room that can lace his boots. But until L...A....Knight had the hardware, everyone just took it as L...A....Knight blowing smoke. Well, now all those Dummies have egg on their face because it is an unequivocal fact that the Best in The World is coming through on 'ya television screens, live and in living color. And as 'ya UWF World Heavyweight Champion, as the Best in The World, as...hold on, what did 'ya call L...A....Knight earlier, Chris? That's right, as The Destroyer of The Destroyer, it brings L...A....Knight great pride and joy to say...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

Well, there's the normal opening line. 

For Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine days, all L...A....Knight would hear is how Drew McIntyre was unstoppable. For Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine days, all L...A....Knight would hear is how great of a Champion Drew McIntyre was. For Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine days, Drew McIntyre was treated as if he were God himself. All the while, L...A....Knight kept plugging away. Whether it was doing UWF the courtesy of getting rid of a loser like WARHORSE. Or Wheeler Yuta never made a name for himself in this business, L...A....Knight kept grinding. Because deep down, L...A....Knight knew the truth. And that truth is that, for as unbeatable as a man like Drew McIntyre may have come across to every single person in that locker room and every single person within the sound of my voice, L...A....Knight knew Drew McIntyre was nothing more than a man. A man that can be beaten. A man that can be humbled. A man that can be embarrassed. And embarrassed he was, because WrestleMania Sunday, he got beaten by someone he claimed was just a mere "role player". Well Drew, L...A....Knight needs 'ya to check the box score 'cause it seems as though that mere role player put up a triple double and showed the world exactly whose game this is!

And if we're being quite honest, it should come as no surprise to anyone. Go back and check the tapes. 'Ya can go look back Four, Five, Six months ago. Everything that L...A....Knight said was going to happen, has happened. Slammiversary, L...A....Knight declared for the Royal Rumble. L...A....Knight said he was going to make up for what happened in 2023. At the beginning of the year, L...A....Knight said he was going to earn the Number 30 spot in said Rumble by beating three of the best this company has to offer. 'Ya can check that one off too. L...A....Knight said he was going to win the Royal Rumble and punch his ticket to WrestleMania. Done and Done. And L...A....Knight said, he would be the one to dethrone Drew McIntyre. And now, we can check that one off the list too. But there's still one more box that L...A....Knight needs to check off. It's a new addition to the list. L...A....Knight declares right now that when it's all said and done, Drew McIntyre's reign as one of the longest reigning UWF Champions of all time will be forgotten. Because this is the L...A....Knight era. We're not talking kilts and bagpipes. NAH NAH! We're talking the finest suits, designer watches and so much eye candy around us, that a dentist would start salivating. 

Knight and Adonis let out a hearty laugh. The Champion looks to continue but before he can, The Masterpiece has grabbed a microphone and wants to add his two cents. 

"The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis: Champ! Champ! Hold on! I know you're out here doing your thing and I don't mean to cut you off, but I had to! You were just talking about how we're going to make this look even better than we already do. First, I don't know if that's possible, but we're going to try. And second, I feel as if there's no better time than now to let you in on a little surprise I got for you.

A surprise? For ol' L...A....Knight? Chris, 'ya shouldn't have. 

Christoper Adonis: I had to. When you gave me a call last October, you told me that we were going to change the game. Who would've thought Six months later, we'd be in the Main Event of WrestleMania and you'd be leaving as World Champion? Probably on the two of us if we're being honest. I've just wanted to say I've enjoyed these last six months and as a token of my appreciation, I got you something. I want you to close your eyes and on the count of three, look at the titantron. Got it?

'Ya want L...A....Knight to close his eyes? This isn't gonna be like that time in Maui, is it? L...A....Knight was getting stripper glitter out his hair for weeks.

Christoper Adonis: This is even better! Close your eyes!

Knight shakes his head and closes his eyes.

Christopher Adonis: Ok...3...2...1...Open!

Knight opens his eyes and looks at the tron. 



Christopher Adonis: Tada!

Wait...Chris, is that....

Christopher Adonis: A 2024 Ferrari Daytona SP3. Now, I know you had the 2023 model, but it got destroyed in that whole Bayley debacle, so what better time than now to upgrade. 

A single tear forms in LA Knight's eyes. The two hug it out in the center of the ring. After a momentary embrace, Knight grabs his microphone again. 

Well, L...A....Knight must say, he really wasn't prepared for that. But what L...A....Knight is prepared for is becoming the greatest Champion to ever hold this title. So what L...A....Knight wants is for all the DUMMIES! in the back to listen closely. Take a good look at this Championship. It's the closest that any of 'ya will ever get. Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine days is child's play in comparison to what L...A....Knight has in store. So sit back, buckle up and enjoy the ride because we have officially entered the next level of L...A....Knight's game! And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of...

Before Knight can finish, he is cut off...

??: No… No… No… NO!!

A familiar sounding voice draws the sound of groans from most of the crowd as Stokely Hathaway storms out onto the stage. Accompanied by Braun Strowman, the business associate of Drew McIntyre looks to have had his fill of what’s going on inside the ring and is here to try and put a stop to it.



Stokely Hathaway: It’s bad enough that I have to endure the sight of you standing in that ring holding onto something that doesn’t belong to you, but considering that Drew McIntyre isn’t even here tonight, there ain’t no way that I’m gonna just sit there in the back and listen to you freely take a dump over his incredible accomplishments.

Although he’s got his protector by his side, Hathaway appears content with just remaining on the stage where everyone can see him and directing his words to Knight and Adonis from afar.

Stokely Hathaway: The way I see it, you’d do well to step off your high horse for a moment and start thinking carefully about the old adage that people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, because the reality here is that you’re the chump who has been in possession of stolen gold for the best part of five minutes, and in the grand scheme of things you’ll be lucky to reach ten, because work is already underway to ensure that the man who held that title admirably for over eight months gets both his much deserved rematch, and a chance to show the world that the ending to Wrestlemania was a complete and utter fluke by anh…

As Hathaway is speaking, the Champion interjects.

LA Knight: Hold on, hold on. Just who in the hell do 'ya think 'ya are interrupting the Champ like that? 'Ya want to come out here and claim that WrestleMania was a fluke. That's hilarious because in the lead up to WrestleMania, 'ya boy found the testicular fortitude to call L...A....Knight "delusional". Now, from where the Million Dollar Champion is standing, it sounds like the FORMER Champion is the delusional one. And L...A....Knight understands. This title is all he had. This title defined him for so long. 'Ya probably don't know who he even is without it. 'Ya both worked so hard to have it handed to him on a silver platter. 'Ya thought it meant he was the best. Only for the real best to come along and snatch it away from him. But 'ya shouldn't be surprised. L...A....Knight told him to start counting the days January 29th. And L...A....Knight never let up.  Face it little man, L...A....Knight was one step ahead of 'ya both the entire time. And let the Champ promise 'ya something. Drew don't want Round Two. Cause next time, L...A.....Knight won't be so nice. Let L...A....Knight tell 'ya something that he told an old friend of his once upon a time. 'Ya think he can beat me; I KNOW I can beat him.

Hathaway clearly isn’t happy at being cut off, but undeterred he takes the next opportunity to deliver a final message.

Stokely Hathaway: You really are a classless goon, aren’t ya? Sure, I may come across to some as a sore loser, but to me, you come across as an abysmal winner, and I can’t wait for Drew to make his return and wipe that smug look clean off your face. It’s a pity that he’s not around this evening to do so, but as good fortune would have it, there is someone else that might be able to get the ball rolling on that front…

Hathaway lowers his microphone and turns to look directly at Strowman, who has had his eyes glued on the ring the entire time. Both Knight and Adonis seem to know exactly what the Harlem native is implying and if anything appear to be encouraging it to happen. As Strowman turns his head and sees Stokely point his finger towards the ring, the Wrecking Machine begins to make his way down the ramp. The crowd mood actually lifts as it looks like they are about to see one final fight before the night is out. Inside the ring, Adonis takes a step forward, indicating that he wants a piece of the incoming threat first, but as Strowman reaches the bottom of the ramp, he suddenly stops and just looks on intently. In the background, Hathaway can be seen smirking, and just moments later the crowd mood changes to one of shock. Before Knight can catch on to what’s got their attention, he is quickly floored by a Glasgow Kiss from one Drew McIntyre.

Mauro Ranallo: Where the hell did he come from?!



The Glasgow Kiss drops Knight like a bad habit as Drew, who apparently snuck in from the crowd, stands over the fallen Champion. As Adonis turns around to see what happened. outside of the ring Strowman begins to walk back up the ramp, suggesting that this was Hathaway’s plan all along. The former champ continues to look down at Knight, and as such he is oblivious to Adonis who rushes in and clubs him in the back of the head. The Destroyer drops to a knee and Adonis throws a right hand directly at McIntyre's face, only this time Drew is ready for it and catches the fist before getting back to his feet and delivering a Glasgow Kiss to Adonis as well.

Tom Phillips: Another Glasgow Kiss! McIntyre is hitting everything that moves!

The headbutt doesn't knock Adonis down like it did to Knight but it does cause him to stagger backwards. Adonis shakes the cobwebs off to regain his composure and once his mind is clear, he charges towards McIntyre. Drew sees this coming and ducks under, hitting the opposite ropes just as Adonis does. The momentum brings both men back to one another and Drew leaves his feet, almost decapitating Adonis with a Claymore Kick!

Corey Graves: Claymore!!

That shot takes out Adonis. He rolls to the outside of the ring. The former Champion is not too far behind him. McIntyre grabs Adonis by the hair and drags him towards the announce desk.

Mauro Ranallo: Why do they always come over here?

Corey Graves: We need a Spanish announce team! Their table is always the first to go.

McIntyre clears off the announce desk because it's a generous thing to do. Then he quickly puts Adonis' head between his legs and hoists Knight's muscle up before bringing him down with a table imploding Powerbomb.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Christopher Adonis may be broken in half!

McIntyre stands tall momentarily until a loud "Crack" sound reverberates throughout the building. McIntyre winces in pain and turns around to see that LA Knight struck him in the back with a steel chair. The shot barely affected Drew, so Knight cocks back and plans on delivering one to the former Champion's skull. Before Knight can though, Drew is first to strike with a kick to the groin. This causes Knight to drop the chair, but Drew doesn't let it stay on the ground for long as he grabs it himself and brings it down directly on top of Knight's skull. You can hear it as steel meets cranium. One would think that Drew would be content, but one would be wrong. The Champion may be down but The Destroyer is not finished with him. With Knight on the floor, Drew heads over to the corner of the ring and grabs the top half of one of the steel steps!

Tom Phillips: Those steps have to weigh a quarter of a ton easily and Drew McIntyre lifted them up like they were nothing.

With the steps in his possession, McIntyre stalks our Champion. Knight, who has no idea where he is right now, slowly gets to his feet. The chair shot still has his head ringing and this isn't going to be any better. Knight gets to a vertical base and McIntyre rushes right at him, almost taking the Champion's head off with the steps!

Corey Graves: Steel steps off LA Knight's skull!

The Champion was not on his feet long as the steps take him out again. The camera pans on check on Knight and as it does, you can see a huge gash has opened up on Knight's forehead and blood is pouring out of it!

Tom Phillips: The Champion is down and he has been busted open!

Drew tosses the steps away as easily as he picked them up. He turns to walk away. He starts heading towards the ramp.

Mauro Ranallo: Drew McIntyre has decided that enough is enough for this evening.

McIntyre makes his way up the entrance ramp to reunite with Hathaway and Strowman who are still stood on the stage, but as they begin to make their way to the back, the Claymore King quickly has a change of heart and turns around in order to head back towards where the bodies of Christopher Adonis and LA Knight are lying. With both men down, McIntyre begins ripping at the padding that covers the arena floor. Before long, he's ripped two pads off the floor, exposing the concrete below...

Corey Graves: This is too far! We're going to need some help out here!

McIntyre grabs Knight's prone body off the floor and drags him to where the exposed concrete is. McIntyre hooks both of Knight's arms, putting him in position for a Future Shock DDT!

Tom Phillips: If Drew does this, Knight won't have to worry about being Champion! He'll have to worry about eating his meals through a straw!

Before McIntyre can deliver, what would surely be a fatal blow, the locker room empties out. Trainers, referees, producers and other officials do everything they can to separate Drew from the Champion.

Mauro Ranallo: Thank goodness help was able to get out here. Who knows how catastrophic that could have been for LA Knight? 

Eventually, a sea full of men are able to pry McIntyre off the Champion. Knight's body goes limp and he falls back onto a padded part of the floor. The officials tell Drew that it's time to go and Revolution comes to an end with the Scotsman looking back at the Champion and yelling to him that "This isn't over!"




END OF SHOW


Credits

Guerrero vs Vincent - Jye
Rude vs Owens - CWalker
Zayn vs Breeze - Fauche
Hayter vs Orton, Caleb vs Swerve - Danny

[AndyDNU]

Lots of cool goings on in the first show post Mania. Already loving the direction that the established characters look to be going in and the new feuds that look to be getting set up.

It's a bit tricky to give immediate thoughts on new/returning characters as it's not always apparent as to who is portraying and what the direction is going to be, but past experience has shown that starting fresh in Spring time does bear fruits more often than not so best wishes to everyone that's starting something new.

Awesome promos delivered in their numbers this week. I have to give major props to Cwalker who wrote the majority of the ending segment with just a few little tweaks and additions from myself. I spent the week kicking myself as I was trying to think of how I could sell Stokely Hathaway accidentally eating a Claymore at Mania but block got me this time around. Hoping I might be able to rectify it next week with something.

Another week of top quality matches to read through. Thanks to Danny, Cwalker, Fauche & Jye for your efforts. Have a good weekend everyone and maybe catch some of you via Discord on the Sat and Sun during WWE Mania.

[Cwalker]

Post WrestleMania is always the time where new characters are introduced. And this year is no different. Rollins and Nakamura are big players. I don’t know who is portraying them at the moment so I’ll be keeping an eye out. I’m assuming Rey is one of them considering the outcome of the Sami/Breeze match.

My promo of the night has to be the collaboration of Rude/Conrad and Bruce. The Bruce-isms made me laugh.

Orton introducing new backup is an interesting wrinkle. Someone has to make Bron Breakker work.

Glad Andy and I can continue to work together. Was hoping we weren’t a one and done. Looking forward to next week and Adonis getting his win back lol

[Dres]

Lots of good post-Mania stuff here. As Danny stated on the podcast, this show pretty much set the table for the next pay-per-view in one swoop and that’s cool. Happy to be feuding with Sam as that’s a nice treat and a nice continuation of great opponents during this run(Rey, Andy, Fauche, etc)

Excited to see more of Cwalker and Andy feuding, that’s going to be great. Chase with the comeback promo was great too. And Shins-Rey Nakamura is going to be a run to watch for sure.