Revolution 6/7/24

[Danny]

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



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

Tom Phillips: We know know the main event of Final Battle and quite a few challenges have been thrown out for the event itself.

Corey Graves: The competition is raised and now it's time to see who on the roster will sink or swim.

Mauro Ranallo: First up, Eddie Guerrero looks to build some momentum heading into his match with Rhea and Jamie at Final Battle but first he has to get through Finn Balor right now!






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

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

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



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

Tony Chimel: From Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland... weighing in at 190 pounds... The Television Champion, Finn Balor!


VS


DING DING DING


Balor takes off right out the gate and Dropkicks Eddie into the corner. He bounces off the corner hard and flops towards the center of the ring rolling away from the ropes. Balor goes straight to the top, looking to end things quickly. He comes off for the Coup De Grace but Eddie rolls out of harm's way and exits to the outside. He's a bit surprised at the quick start but Balor has something to prove here. Despite the first round exit in the King of the Ring, it was because of the man he faces tonight and the man he'll put the title on the line against at Final Battle but first, this man. He runs to the other side of the ring to bounce off the ropes and build momentum for a Suicide Somersault Senton to the outside, wiping out Guerrero!


Tom Phillips: Eddie wasn't expecting such a quick start from the champion.

Corey Graves: The dumb loser expects everything to be handed to him without winning matches. Eve would have had a much better chance in this match if you ask me.


Speaking of Eve, she walks over and helps her husband up to his feet. Their child? Left at home I guess, we've never even seen them. Are they real? Is it a boy or a girl? That and many more questions will probably never get an answer but Balor pulls Eddie away from her and throws him back into the ring. He slides in after him and as Eddie is getting up, he runs from behind and floats over into the DDT! He makes the pin!



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Guerrero kicks out! Balor grabs him by the hair and brings him back up, taking him to the corner where he smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. He then turns him around and sits him on the top rope. He climbs up there along with him and wears him down with a few more punches before setting up for a Superplex. Eddie fights back though and manages to get a few good hits to the ribs and pushes him back down. Finn lands hard on his back and Eddie does a little shimmy before coming off with the Frog Splash! Balor however gets he's knees up and Eddie lands flush on them before getting rolled over into a pin!



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Eddie kicks out!


Corey Graves: How funny would it have been to see his arrogance be the cost of him losing yet another match.

Mauro Ranallo: I don't think the shimmy was a good idea and had he not done that he could have had his hand raised by now.


Balor brings Eddie up once more from behind. He bends him back and goes to lift him up for Lifting Inverted DDT but Eddie actually floats all the way over and lands on his feet. He dropkicks Finn into the ropes. He bounces off them and comes back at Eddie but is caught with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Balor rolls around holding his lower back as Eve cheers her man on. Eddie picks up the Television Champion and lifts him over his head in a crucifix position before dropping him down into a Sitout Powerbomb!



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Balor kicks out! Eddie is feeling it and even signals for the belt, knowing this could lead to a shot at the gold. He grabs Balor and hits a quick Suplex but keeps a hold of him and rolls over back up for another. He rolls through to get him up a second and finishes off the Three Amigos! He stands up and gives another shimmy. He exits out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Balor hasn't moved and Eddie sets up for another Frog Splash until he hears a thud at ringside and sees that Eve has been thrown into the barricade by Rhea Ripley! Rhea continues to put the boots to her while Balor rushes over and knocks his feet loose so he falls right on his taint! Rhea looks at Balor and shakes her head at him, letting him know this wasn't for him. Finn shrugs and climbs up top and picks up Eddie to give him the 1916 from the top rope! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Television Champion, Finn Balor!



Rhea walks away looking satisfied. Balor pays her no attention, instead raising his Television Championship up high, signaling to everyone that they need to do more if they hope to stop him.




A graphic pops up that says “Last Week”.  The camera cuts to the locker room of “Ravishing” Rick Rude.  The door opens to the locker room as Bischoff is making his exit.  Shortly after Bischoff leaves, Bayley knocks at the door before entering.  She looks over shoulder and looks behind her before entering.

Bayley: Everybody decent?



Rude:  Don’t mind me, just about to hit the shower.  Want to join?

Bayley: Mmmm. Nothing more romantic than a locker room shower.

Bayley walks over to Rude and wraps her arms around his neck as she plants a passionate kiss upon him.

Bayley:  Hey boo.  Tough break past few weeks, eh?

Rude:  Eh, nothing I can’t handle.  Although it is much outside of my norm to lose back to back weeks.  Just makes me feel as if something is off, ya know?

Bayley: Like... you mean like with how things are going? With us? The nWo, I mean.

Did she mean that?

Rude:  Nah, it’s not that…just think back, the old Rick Rude definitely wouldn’t have let the minor distractions get in his way, you know what I mean?

Bayley’s expression quickly changes to that of concern as she tilts her head.  Rude senses is almost immediately and grabs her chin, straightening her face.

Rude:  No, I didn’t mean that what happened with you was a minor distraction!  You saw the concern on my face in every playback of that tape, and you remember how heated the conversation between Eric and myself was whenever we got to the back.  What I meant in that regard was that the old Rick Rude wouldn’t have let that opportunity arise.  Just like last week, the old Rick Rude would have at least found some shortcut to squeeze the win in somehow.



Bayley: Psssh! Did taking the low road get you these abs? Don't kid yourself, cowboy. You don't mind putting in some elbow grease and getting things done the good ol' fashion, honest-day's-work kinda way.

Rude:  No, I know you’re not the biggest fan of taking shortcuts.  I must say, since I’ve been back and playing by the rules, for the most part, I’ve felt pretty damned good about myself.  I’m just saying that maybe if I were to pull out some of my old tricks here and there it might get me to where I want to be much quicker.  That being said, you and Kyle both know that if he needs a bit of a helping hand, no matter how small of a helping hand or however small of a distraction that I could provide, I’d be there in a heartbeat…you both know that, right?

Bayley: Right. Of course. Ride or Die. nWo 4 lyfe.

Rude: I mean, I’m just saying we’ve gotta make sure our boy is ready for my rematch clause.

Rude gives Bayley a playful swat on the rear as her expression changes again to a look of concern.  She cranes her neck, adjusting to the uncomfortable tension in the room now.

Rude:  You got quiet all of a sudden?

Bayley: Oh... did I?

Rude:  You really forgot about the rematch clause?  You really thought that I’d just take the L and roll on?

Bayley: Well, I mean... ya know... after you beat Finn Balor you're gonna practically be Number One Contender for the TV Title! But never even mind that cause who better to knock LA Knight down a peg than you, right? Or Tommaso Ciampa! Either way! Either of 'em. Who cares about this silly little tournament, anyway? When's the last time Rick Rude got a world title shot, huh? And Kyle? The Intercontinental title? Its like... ya know... he just... and... well...

Rude chuckles as he pats Bayley’s face lightly on the cheek before planting a kiss upon it.

Rude:  You’re so cute when you get all ruffled.  Of course, I’m not going to try and throw a wrench into Kyle’s plans right now…I’m at least going to wait until after he wins the tournament before I make that announcement official.  I mean, it would almost be too good to pass up on the chance of breaking another record and becoming the first three time Intercontinental champion, right?

Bayley: Yeah! Of course! But... but... like...

Rude:  Babe, take it easy.  It’s not like I threw down the challenge for a steel cage topped with barbed wire…yet.

Bayley chuckles a bit before realizing that a light bulb has gone off inside of Rude’s head.  The room grows quiet as the two slowly stare at each other.  Bischoff walks into the locker room and stops upon entering it.

Bischoff:  Whoah, bad timing?  Should I leave and let you two finish this conversation, or?

Bayley: Nope. I actually gotta run!

Bischoff:  Hey, don’t let me run you off!

Bayley goes to step away, as Rude grabs her wrist.  She spins around quickly.

Rude: Forgetting something?

Rude grins and purses his lips while cocking his eyebrows.

Bayley: Well, since you insist...

Bischoff:  What the hell did I walk into?

Bayley kisses Rude and quickly makes her exit.  Bischoff stands looking at the door before slowly turning to Rude.

Bischoff: I take it that she didn’t handle the suggestion of you returning back to the old ways too well?

Rude:  Not only that, I may or may not have let it slip that I planned on challenging Kyle for a rematch for the title.

Bischoff’s eyes widen as he begins to laugh.

Bischoff: Oh, you’ve got to tell me all about it!  Oh, and hey…we’ve got some good news from Scott and Kev, they’ve apparently got an appointment with EC3 himself next week!  I guess it would be best to share that news with Kyle and Bayley a bit later, considering that conversation as well as Kyle’s loss earlier tonight…anyways, so you were about to tell me something?

The camera begins to fade to black as Rude begins relaying the information to Bischoff as the feed switches elsewhere.




The scene opens with Roman Reigns sitting down in his locker room and he gets up as he opens the door. He walks around and he is walking in the hallway until you see Seth Rollins with two masked wrestlers behind him. They jump Roman Reigns from behind as they attack him as the two masked wrestlers start stomping on Roman Reigns. One of the wrestler grabs a steel chair and smack Roman Reigns in the back. He falls down and the second masked wrestler pick up Roman as he chokes slam him onto the steel chair. Then the two masked wrestlers hold Roman Reigns up as Seth Rollins curb stomp him. Seth Rollins stare at down at Roman Reigns and he laughs before he walk off with the two masked wrestlers.

One hour before the match.

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 with two other figures behind him. 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 with the two masked wrestlers following him. 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 with the two wrestlers. He walks to the announcer and he ask for a microphone the announcer hands him a microphone. Hie theme music stops playing as he begins to speak with the two men in hoods with masks.

Seth Rollins: Hello Tulsa, Oklahoma. Your Messiah has arrived!


The crowd books Seth as he smiles and smirks.

Seth Rollins: Yes, I already know you all have missed my presence here in UWF. You know how you all missed your savior speaking right in front of you. You see I have been busy laying back and watching every single day. I have watched everyone in that locker room. I have seen so many things that need to be cleaned up. I already know you all are extremely shocked at what I have done to your beloved hero Hunter. But you all have to understand that he is the one that has caused all this filthy garbage that you have seen here in UWF. He is the creator of it. He has ruined UWF for all of you. But of course, you all are not going to believe me. But it is the truth and I don’t have to lie to your face like many people here. You see I have watched you all a huge favor by tracking out the trash. So here is a message to Triple H.


Hey Hunter, I know you are watching in that hospital bed right now. You better listen up real good because I am only going to say this once. I have warned you before trying to return to UWF. I guess you didn’t get the memo since you are way too hard headed. But it is ok because I have already shown you why you are the cause of all this madness. I have shown the entire Universe and the whole locker room that you are the creator of all the mess. I had to send a message to everyone that I am willing to do whatever it takes to take out the trash and clean out all the sins here in UWF. Why? It is because I am the holy savior and I am the one who would save UWF from all the collateral damage that have been spewing every since Triple H was owner back in the day. You see God has chosen me for it because he knows I was the rightful man to trust and he knew I will deliver my mission by any means.


As for my opponent Robert Roode, It has been a long time since we have stepped into this ring. We both have wrestle here in UWF for a long time and we haven't faced each other. Tonight will be the first time man. You and I are both one of the greatest wrestlers to have stepped into the UWF ring. We both are former champions here in UWF. But I have noticed something about you ever since you came back. I have seen you try to take every single shortcut to try to get back to your winning ways of trying to win a Championship here in UWF again. I honestly admit I appreciate your hard work and skills as a wrestler. But I find it disrespectful that you have to steep down low to complain about not having any tv time every single week. We all know you have lost every single match that you were in and you were handed on a golden platter when you participated in the King of the Ring tournament. It pains me to see you have lost your touch. I honestly know what it is like to lose everything and not get what you want.


You see Robert. I have been down that road before. I was so lost and confused. It was until I found God himself and he chose me to be his messenger. It has changed me and my life for the better. It has shown me the way. So that is why I am using this to give you the same opportunity to help; you achieve your goal. But I honestly see you have rejected my offer and you still believe you can shut me up tonight. It sickens me to see you in this stage. You have become a former shell of yourself. You are no longer the same guy fans love in the past anymore. Have you ever wondered why the fans don't like you anymore? You are the weakest version of yourself. That is why I have given you a chance to use my help to give you a chance to redeem yourself. But I see you still refuse. Roode, I guess we must do this the hard way. I didn’t want to go this route. But you have left me no choice. I want you to remember this Robert. I am only doing this to help you. It will hurt you alot. But you have no choice to accept the pain for all your sins Robert. You must pay for all the sins that you have committed. Tonight, I am gonna spread the words of wisdom of the Holy God. I am going to clean all the poor sins that corrupted your poor souls and minds tonight. Robert, I will make you a believer. After tonight, you will have no choice but to follow me on my journey and I will help save you from the madness that has taken over UWF. When I stomp on your poor defenseless soul. Your soul will be cleansed and I will open your mind. I will show you why you should follow me and bow down to me as your God. Because I am your holy savior and you will respect me Robert Roode. At Revolution, you shall be defeated and saved tonight by none other than the Messiah himself…….Seth Rollins!


But I already know you are wondering why these masked men are standing by my side. It is really simple. They are my disciples that have allowed themselves to be free of all the sins and to join in the greater cause. One by one, they would reveal themselves. I can promise you that you all have to watch your back because I am always watching you no matter where you are. I would always be there willing to lend a hand to be your holy savior for the greater good.


Now let two of my disciples reveal themselves and give their reason why they happily joined me within this journey to learn the madness. As for the last one, my last disciple shall be revealed when the time is right.


Seth Rollins smirks. Two men step forward as they get rid of their hoodie and they take off their masks. They reveal themselves to be Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. Seth hands Trick Williams the microphone.


Trick Williams begins to speak on the microphone.


Trick Williams: What’s up Tulsa, Oklahoma. Its ya boy Trick and Carmelo in the house. I already know what ya are thinking at the moment. Why did Melo and I join Seth? It is plain and simple. Isn’t it obvious? It is for the greater good. Ya see every since Melo and I have stepped foot in UWF. We have been having a good run and all. We had our ups and downs. But ya know things haven’t been clicking right as of late. My boy Melo has been on a losing streak and ya have seen the last time we were here was when we got beaten by Randy’s stooges. So yeah, we have packed our bags and left. But everything changed when the Messiah stepped in. He was there after the beat down. He saw that we needed help. He offered us his help. I honestly admit Melo and I were hesitant to give into this God stuff. But after he has shared his wisdom and he has taught his teachings that have been delivered from God himself. He has helped us and he has taken care of us. He has freed us of our holy sins and he has shown us why he speaks the truth. Now my boy Melo and I have decided to become his disciples. We have joined him and helped him fight for the greater good. Ya all will witness it when the Messiah cleanses the corrupted soul of Robert Roode tonight. Roode is gonna become a whole new man after tonight whether he likes it or not. Yo Robert, ya can try to fight with everything you got in ya body all you want. But no matter what happens tonight man. Ya an't handle the pressure anymore. Sure, ya were impressed with Katsuyori Shibata. But it wasn't good to defeat him man. Ya gonna get the stomp for all your troubles. Ya see Robert. We are gonna show you what it means to help save UWF from corruption and we are gonna make an example of ya tonight. So prepare for the fight of ya life because we are gonna take everything from you. I can promise you tonight that ya are gonna have no choice to bow down to the Messiah Eddie. We must save UWF from the sins that have messed up the minds of the Universe. But enough talk from me. Let ya hear from the future of UWF himself Carmelo Hayes.



Carmelo Hayes: Yeah, that is right. My boy Trick ain’t lying. He is telling ya the truth. I already told ya he was coming. Ya didn’t listen at all. Ya see Seth was there for Trick and I. Nobody was brave enough to help us after the beatdown from those clowns. Ya almost think we ain’t gonna show up again? Ya didn’t think we were gonna show our face here in UWF again. Please, ya better think twice playa. Now ya see that we are back. We are back better than ever. We have returned back in full force baby. Ain’t nobody gonna stop us for sure. We are gonna come through every single one of ya. So ya better watch out. We are gonna help send a huge message when we clean every one of the sins out of every single human being in that locker room. It doesn’t matter who you are. Men or women. Ya are next on the list. We are coming for ya. We will help the Messiah complete his mission and deliver the holy mission. Ya will see it when we make a huge example of that so called glorious Robert Roode. Ya see. He has been having way too much fun messing all ya mind. He make ya believe he is all that glorious and that he is untouchable. Enough of that. He is one of the people that needs to be punished for their actions. Tonight, The Messiah will do that and he will spread the god of wisdom when he defeat Mr. Glorious tonight. With us by his side, ya better watch ya back because we ain’t done yet man. We are just getting started. Yes, the future is back and I am coming through helping deliver the message from the Messiah and showing you why I am him.


The scene fades and ends with Seth Rollins laughing with his disciples.




The cameras take us backstage where we are met with the smiling face of our Million Dollar Champion.



LA Knight: Biloxi...Let Me Talk To 'Ya!

LA Knight: For Seven days, L...A....Knight has been waiting to get his hands on Tommaso Ciampa. Last week, Ciampa and his goon squad invited L...A....Knight out to dinner. And L...A....Knight have this overwhelming feeling that it was a trap. But the Champ ignored his gut. That turned out to be a mistake. Both the Thursday Night Thriller and The Masterpiece were left laying. But we weren't the only ones that made a mistake. Ciampa, 'ya should've finished the job. 'Ya should've made sure L...A....Knight didn't make it to Final Battle. Because now, L...A....Knight's coming for 'ya. And it won't be a surprise. It won't be outta nowhere. 

LA Knight: Tonight, Chris Adonis takes on that giant walking piece of garbage known as Oba Femi. And L...A....Knight knows that Chris can handle himself. So, L...A....Knight won't poke his nose into Chris' business. But let it be known Ciampa, if L...A....Knight sees 'ya, hell if L...A....Knight even smells 'ya, he's going to be on 'ya like white on rice. 'Ya left breath in L...A....Knight's lungs. 'Ya didn't do the right thing and make sure that L...A....Knight can't even make it to defend his Championship. I promise 'ya Ciampa, L...A....Knight will not make the same mistake. Tonight is truly 'ya Fairytale Ending. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life!

And with that, our Champion walks off as Revolution moves on. 




Cut to the meanest looking man ever in the coolest looking suit ever. He's having what looks to be a rather frustrating conversation. They speak in Japanese, with their words being subtitled.



Murakami: That Canadian piece of shit. He called me a grandpa. I’m only 50!

Pan out to reveal Shibata and Shiozaki sitting on a couch. They seem amused. 

Shiozaki: Well… that is getting to grandpa age.

Murakami: Bullshit. I feel younger than ever.

Shibata: Your youthful spirit is really shining through today.

Murakami: Damn right it is.

Shiozaki: I don’t think he was being serious.

Murakami: Well I am. I feel great. I feel so great I think I might just steal that little rat’s insulin.

That might be manslaughter, or just straight up murder. Shiozaki and Shibata don't seem to want to go along with the plan. 

Shiozaki: What? What does stealing insulin have to do with feeling great?

Murakami: I’m inspired to do good things when I’m feeling good.

Shibata: Relax. We don’t need to steal anyone’s medication. O’Reilly is not our enemy.

Murakami: Then what the hell is he?

Shibata: An opponent. My opponent. One I still look forward to facing despite his rather infantile demeanor.

Murakami relents, getting the message that this is Shibata's fight.

Murakami: Yeah… well… just make sure to beat the shit out of him.

Shibata: That’s the plan.

Shiozaki: On the topic of beating people up…

Murakami perks up.

Shiozaki: I hope you realize what you did last week.

Shibata flashes a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smirk.

Shibata: What did I do? Indulge me.

Shiozaki: You started a war.

Shibata: With Orton?

Shiozaki nods.

Shibata: ...and?

Shiozaki seems a little taken back by Shibata's nonchalant answer.

Shiozaki: …and is that something you want?

Shibata: … it’s something I need.

Murakami nods his head in agreement. Shiozaki seems rather concerned.

Murakami: Amen to that.

Shiozaki: You’ve been training with KENTA, haven’t you?

Shibata: Is that a problem?

Shiozaki: I think he’s rubbing off on you.

Shibata: You didn’t answer my question.

Murakami: Yeah, what are you, jealous?

Shiozaki: No, just observant. It’s not a problem for me unless it’s a problem for you, Katsu.

Shibata: Why would it be a problem for me?…

Shiozaki doesn't answer and a silent tension starts to grow between the three men. It's interrupted when a very large man in a very large chef hat enters the room, instantly causing the vibes to skyrocket.

Bob Sapp: Dinner's served, boys.

Murakami takes a seat and Sapp, apparrenty a masterful chef, lays down several artsy entrees. The food looks delicious and the mood seems lightened.  Murakami starts digging into some lobster as Shibata thanks Chef Bob, for the food and for getting him out of his conversation with Go.

Shibata: Thank you, Chef Bob. Truly. This is wonderful.

Shiozaki takes a bite of Steak, and gives it the Pro Wrestling NOAH seal of approval

Shiozaki: Delicious.

Sapp gives Shiozaki a hearty nod and the four of them dig in to Sapp’s masterpiece as the show heads elsewhere.




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




Hands of Fate plays over the speakers as Oba Femi makes his way down to the ramp to the ring. Before he heads down, Ciampa whispers something in his ear and then goes back to Gorilla position. Seems the Don is entrusting his enforcer to deal with this himself tonight, showing how much trust he has in the big man to do business correctly,  allowing Oba this time to speak for himself. Oba reaches the ring and climbs over the top rope and waits for his opponent.

Tony Chimel: And his opponent...

The lights go out in the arena. It's pitch black until a single spotlight is shown on the top of the stage,



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

The entrance music of Chris Adonis begins to play and soon enough, the man is shown kneeling in that singular spotlight, As his music hits a certain crescendo, the house lights come back on and Adonis rises from his knee and begins posing. He shows off his impressive physique as fireworks go off right behind him.



Adonis walks down the ramp ring. He's showing off his body the whole time to the people who deems lesser than him and out of shape. He's all smiles as he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. He poses one time before motioning for Tony Chimel to give him a steel chair.



Ding
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Ding

Our bell sounds and the two mountains of men meet in the center of the ring. Oba looks down at Adonis while "The Masterpiece" stares up back at him. Adonis is first to strike with a right hand directly to the jaw. The shot has zero effect on Femi, who can only smirk in response. Adonis cocks back and delivers another, which once again has no effect. Oba tells Adonis to hit him again, pointing at his jaw. Adonis cocks back, looking to deliver a third right hand. But just before delivering, Adonis stops short and instead hits a low dropkick to the knee of the big man...

Mauro Ranallo: Brilliant strategy by Adonis. Chopping the tree down at its roots.

The low kick catches Femi off guard and he drops to a knee. Adonis takes advantage of his and hits the near ropes before delivering a shining wizard right to Femi's face. This knocks Oba onto his back and Adonis goes for a cover...

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Femi powers out!

Tom Phillips: Did you see that?! What power shown by The Don's second in command!

The kick out propels Adonis into the air and The Masterpiece is shocked. Femi tries to get to a vertical base and Adonis is quick to apply a side chinlock. Femi isn't having any of it and shoves Adonis near the ropes. As the Masterpiece hits them, he comes back towards the big man and Oba hits him with a shoulder tackle. This knocks Adonis down and Femi follows up with a standing leg drop across Adonis' throat. Chris gasps for air as Femi hooks the leg and goes for a cover...

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Adois kicks out!

Femi wastes no time grabbing Adonis by the neck and lifting him back to his feet before tossing him into the nearby corner. With Adonis now standing, Oba sizes him up and delivers a huge chop that echoes throughout the arena. The Masterpiece groans, but Oba doesn't relent. He grabs Adonis and delivers a second chop which knocks almost all the air out of Adonis' lungs. Oba grabs Adonis by the arm and Irish whips him to the corner on the opposite side of the ring. As Adonis' back hits the pad, Femi runs across the ring, but Adonis is able to catch him coming in with a boot to he face. This staggers Femi and allows Adonis to push himself up to the second rope and leap off, delivering a huge diving clothesline that takes Femi down again. Adonis goes for another quick cover...

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Femi kicks out!

Adonis gets back to his feet and begs Femi to do the same. The Don's right hand man shakes off the cobwebs that the clothesline left. As he gets up, Adonis kicks him in the stomach before grabbing Femi's arm and throwing it over his shoulder...

Mauro Ranallo: Now this may be impossible. Even for someone as strong as Christopher Adonis!

Adonis grabs Femi by the trunks and tries to lift him overhead for a vertical suplex. Femi is just too strong to go over the first time so Adonis tries again. Again, Femi will not cooperate, but this time he counters and he is the one that takes Adonis over with a suplex of his own. The ring shakes from the impact as Adonis groans while Femi gets to his feet and flexes.

Tom Phillips: Can anyone stop this man?

It's now Femi that is in control. He's stalking Adonis. The Masterpiece is trying to get back to a vertical base, but Femi does not feel like waiting. Adonis can barely make it to a knee before Femi grabs him by the throat, hoisting him high in the air and bringing him back down with a thunderous chokeslam!

Corey Graves: Christopher Adonis is one of the strongest men on this roster and Oba Femi is treating him like a small child!

With Adonis down yet again, Femi hooks the leg and covers him...

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

An agitated Femi stares at the official, who backs away from this madman. Oba stares down at Adonis before mouthing the words "It's Over" to The Masterpiece. Once again, Femi lifts Adonis to his feet like a sack of potatoes before throwing him towards the ropes. As Adonis comes back, Femi lifts him high in the air, propelling a good 10 feet up, looking for a Pop-Up Powerbomb of sorts...

Corey Graves: Oh this might be it!

Before he can hit the move, Adonis is able to shift his body weight and deliver a dropkick to Femi's chest as he's coming down. This sends Femi staggering backwards through the second rope and to the outside. He's still standing though. Adonis sees this and charges at Oba, diving through the ropes himself and hitting him square on with a suicide dive!

Mauro Ranallo: And Adonis takes to the air! We don't see that too often!

Adonis drives Femi backwards into the announce desk with the dive, but the big man will not go down. He is staggered though and this gives Adonis the opening he desperately needs. He grabs Femi and is able to lift him over his head and body slam him onto the floor!

Tom Phillips: Oh My God!

Adonis just surprised himself with that feat of strength. But he doesn't get long to celebrate. He sees that Femi is already trying to get back to his feet...

Corey Graves: This man is a monster!

Adonis sighs before rolling in and back out of the ring, breaking the count. As he watches Femi try to get back to his feet, an idea comes to The Masterpiece. He watches as Femi crawls over near the timekeeper's area and as Femi begins getting up, Adonis runs around the far side of the ring to gather momentum...

Tom Phillips: What is Christopher Adonis doing?

As this is transpiring, the referee is counting both competitors out...

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2...

Adonis runs a full circle around the ring and as Femi makes it to his feet, Adonis comes out of nowhere and Spears The Don's right hand man through the barricade near the timekeeper's station!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA!

The barricade practically explodes. The people of Biloxi begin a "Holy Shit" chant as both men are laid out on the floor.

3...

Corey Graves: That may be the damnedest thing I've ever seen!

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Adonis begins to stir!

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Femi isn't too far behind!

Tom Phillips: How are these two moving?

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Adonis starts crawling towards the ring! Femi is as well!

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Adonis gets his hand on the bottom rope! All he has to do is climb in!

10...

DING
DING
DING

The bell sounds and neither man made it back into the ring in time. The referee has no choice but to call this match off.

Tony Chimel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been informed by the referee that neither man made it back to the ring within the allotted ten seconds. Therefore, this match is a double countout!

The Mississippi crowd boos the call but the referee's decision is final. Adonis gets to his feet, but as he does, he is struck in the back with a steel chair!

Mauro Ranallo: What the hell!?

The camera pans and reveals that the assaliant is none other than the Number One Contender to the UWF Championship, Tommaso Ciampa. 

Tom Phillips: That damn Ciampa!

Adonis goes right back down as Ciampa checks on Femi. The Don's right hand man shakes off the spear as if it was nothing and is able to get to a vertical base. Ciampa begins directing traffic and tells Femi to clear off the announce desk. Femi can only smile as he follows directions...

Corey Graves: It's very apparent that The Don wants to send a message to the UWF Champion via his right hand man. 

As the announce desk gets cleared off, Ciampa feeds Adonis to Oba. This mountain of a man puts Adonis' head between his legs and prepares to power him up until....

L...A....Knight!



The music of said UWF Champion hits and out comes LA Knight running down the ramp with a baseball bat in hand. Ciampa sees him coming and motions for Femi to disregard Adonis for the time being. Oba tosses The Masterpiece to the ground and the duo make their exit through the destroyed timekeeper's area. LA Knight just misses them as The Don waves goodbye to the Champion. Knight goes to check on Adonis, making sure he's good before grabbing a microphone. 

LA Knight: Tommaso Ciampa, 'ya playing a very dangerous game! And this is one that 'ya can't possibly win. 'Ya want to be The Don so badly, well come Final Battle, L...A....Knight promises that 'ya gonna be the one that sleeps with the fishes. It doesn't matter if 'ya bring that big bastard, doesn't matter if 'ya bring that little she-devil Sonya. Hell, 'ya can bring any Sorprano that 'ya can find. It won't stop L...A....Knight from whoopin that ass all over L...A....Knight's ring. Come Final Battle, Tommaso Ciampa is going to come up short, just like he always does. Allow L...A....Knight to give 'ya a glimpse into 'ya future. Boom BFT, 1...2...3 and then 'ya gonna hear "AND STILL UWF Champion" with EVERYBODY saying...

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

And with that, Knight tosses the mic to the ground and goes back to check on Adonis as "Welcome to LA" plays again.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Solid pop from that capacity crowd in Mississippi when they see Kyle O'Reilly on the big screen.

KO'R: How come everyone always thinks they know what's best for me?



KOR': When I came back to Revolution on my own, I knew there'd be people harping on me for being a tag team guy. Cause I was a tag team guy. Shoot, I was a rad tag team guy. A two-time Champ kinda tag team guy. But it took a while - longer than I thought - to shake off that reputation.

Then just when it fiiiiiiiinally got to the point where people stopped comparing me to Larry Sweeney, its like they all had to start chiming in with their own advice and opinions. Like I can't be a pro-wrestler on my own or something. I dunno. I don't get it. Its starting to piss me off, though.

Kyle stands up from the travel crate he was sitting on and paces around the concrete hallway as he speaks, cheap fluorescent light flickering overhead.

KO'R: Like how many times do I gotta have some hackjob Referee decide when my match is over before its actually over? What's done is done and is what is and I can take a loss when I get a loss... better believe it doesn't sit too good with me that Shinsuke Nakamura is limping into the King of the Ring finals when he never even pinned me to get there. Its not some goof Ref's job to decide whether I'm done or not - that's why we even have three counts, isn't it? Summerslam last year, Slammiversary the year before that, and honestly, probably gonna happen again in the future.

And maybe I'm just a little bit extra salty about it cause now I've got this mondo dork Katsuyori Shibata trying to be my life coach like I didn't just go through hell shaking off the last little twerp to wriggle his way into my life like that. Shibata had a great run a while back. Good for him. Why he thinks he's in any position now to give advice, or more important, why he thinks I should even care... frick... I don't even know. Dude loves to act important and stuff. Its so annoying. Whatever. Screw him. Screw him and anyone else who wants to tell me how to be me.

O'Reilly reaches back to that road crate he was sitting on to pick up his Intercontinental Championship. He holds the strap up in front of the camera.

KO'R: This is me being me. This what I get for sticking to my guns. I'm not gonna act like some major league A-hole and say I'm the best wrestler in this company. But I beat the best wrestler in the company to win this title, and I'm the only guy who's pinned him all year. So if anyone should be dishing out advice, maybe its me, and my only advice to everyone is to leave me alone. I don't care if you think I'm too goofy. Or too crazy. Or that you don't like that I hang out with the nWo or that I got my step-sister in my corner. I don't care what any of you would do if you were in my boots. I'm the Icey Champ. Worry about your own dang boots.

All I wanna do is wrestle. Guys got cut it out with all the stupid crap. Like Shibata with his university lectures. Or Nakamura with his acid spit, which, by the way, had Bayley laid up in the hospital for a couple days so you better believe that next time we square up, I'm going for those eyes of his.

The Diabetic Dragon glares down the barrel of the hard cam for a sec, catching a breath, looking down at his title belt, then turning back towards the lens.

KO'R: Final Battle's coming up fast. I won't be in the Main Event this year. Fine. But I'll be defending this title and I hope to friggin God that whoever I gotta wrestle for it, the Referee lets us do our thing cause I'm sick and tired of getting told I'm done before I actually am. Man, I'm sick and tired of getting told anything by anyone.

Now I hear my pal Rick's thinking about a rematch. He wants it, its his. Happy to do that. If anyone wants a crack at this belt - on pay-per-view, on Revolution, on Rebellion, any time or any place, I don't care. Let me know. But you better bring something more than a lotta waste-my-time chit-chat and stupid so-called "mind games" or any of that other bullspit. Save that soap opera trash for LA Knight and his one cause I'm making it my mission to make his belt the Fighter's Title. Not "worker's". Fighters. Like prove it or lose it. Step up or get stomped. Get real or get lost.

Kyle O'Reilly ends on that note and leaves in a huff. The scene fades out as Revolution rolls on!






Shinsuke Nakamura: A Brutal beating from Shinsuke Nakamura is a beautiful thing, I am so happy to have gifted people this experience already. Kyle O'Reilly, Swerve Strickland, Bobby Roode, Jaime Hayter...Their efforts were an honorable sacrifice. Yet I still seek an opponent to inspire the yet-to-be-seen self within me, one to release the expression still trapped in my dreams. To be the catalyst towards the true art I hide inside, but who is worthy enough to set me free? Perhaps worth is measured by might, and it is the Mighty I have been seeking. For he is a Great warrior, seeking right and power. Fighting villains steadfast all in the name of becoming King. Heh heh heh

Shinsuke begins to chuckle as he puts a covers his mouth with his index finger horizontally under his nose before he looks up at the camera and continues.

Or perhaps This Mighty Man is blinded in his own pursuits, his way of thinking corrupting his vision of the world. Who are you, Caleb, to define who is evil and who is just? There is no such thing as truth in this world. That is our reality. Anyone can become a God or a Devil. All it takes is for someone to claim it to be the truth. Am I a Villain for blinding people like Bayley or Damien Priest...or are Kyle and Swerve the villains for putting them in that situation? AH? Up until now you've faced Madness of all sorts, but the true chaos that I champion has not entered your life yet. It is only then when you will truly come to grips with your standing in this hierarchy, with your place in this world. So many people may hear that their place is beneath me and think it an insult...Why? When that is the reality for so many others, you would think they'd take comfort in that fact. To be in the same level as Former World Champions, Intercontinental Champions, Prime Time Medal holders...it should be an honor for you to join them at my feet while I am upon my throne. Alas, The Mighty don't kneel...quietly. You will fight and claw and come at me with vigor, so tiresome to put such a blind man down. We all are who we are, I suppose. I can't blame you for looking so ugly, but I also can't help being tired of looking at you.

Shinsuke shakes his head and his fingers dance up his neck like a spider crawling up to his chin.

I cannot change that I am the King of Strong Style, so why would I expect you to change who you believe yourself to be. A Mighty Warrior set to go all out for the thrill of competition!

Shinsuke raises his fist int he air to signal the triumph Caleb seeks, before he spits down on the floor in disgust and looks to the camera with a turned to the side head.

Competition is not what you will find from me, so seek it somewhere else. Competition happens between people to find who the best is between them, but what is occurring between us now Mighty Caleb is not that. We are not competing, we are presenting the world with reality. The Reality that I am and forever will be a King, and you will always just be a low class wretch. Soldiers, Fighters, and Warriors...bow to their King...and this tradition shall continue. Will I be the Devil, or the God of this story? Who knows, truth is always a fickle thing, but reality never is. Reality Caleb, is as strong as you are...your body will do as I say. Should I want you to stop seeing, you will. When I want your arms to stop working, I will make it so, and when I decide to make your knee bend...it will do so. God, Devil, Hero, Villain, Mighty or Meek...All these titles pale to the one bestowed upon me once I am done with you. I am the Mediator between Heaven and Hell, I am your.

Nakamura Pauses, getting a smirk on his face. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before finishing his sentence, but even when he speaks it in Japanese no subtitle appears for it.

王様

Shinsuke stands up making it so his head goes out of frame, he seems ready to leave to finish the segment but instead he quickly bends over so his face is right up to the camera lens as he speaks in English.

Take a Knee! YEAOH!

Shinsuke kicks the the camera stand over as static hits the feed before it cuts out completely and we return to Revolution.






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



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

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






The music hits but there's no sign of the Tribal Chief. After a few seconds that feel like hours, the music stops.


Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, we're not even sure if Roman will even make it for his match tonight after the attack by Seth Rollins and his new disciples Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams.

They wait for about 20 seconds before Zayn starts yelling at the ref to call for the bell and give him the count out victory. There's not much else he can do so he shakes his damn head and calls for the bell.

VS


DING DING DING


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3 . . .



Tom Phillips: Look at Sami, he thinks he's so good getting this kind of victory over a former World Champion.

Corey Graves: Imagine being such a threat that former World Champions are too afraid to even come out and face you. I would gloat too!



4 . . .



5 . . .



Suddenly from the back we see Roman walking out with bandaged head and taped up body. The doctors are trying to get him back to the back but he ain't having it. This smug red headed bastard ain't getting any sort of victory over him tonight. Zayn yells at the ref to hurry the count up.



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8 . . .


Roman makes it to the ring and Sami runs at him with a Baseball Slide. Roman however catches his legs and just slides him out so he lands outside with a hard thud. Sami rushes to his feet but he's kicked in the gut and then sent head first into the steel ring post! Sami is knocked loopy and slides back into the ring but crawls out to the other end to get away. He doesn't notice that he's put himself in perfect position for Roman to run around and lay him out with a Drive By! He rolls back towards the center of the ring and Reigns climbs into the ring to make the cover.



1 . . .



2 . . .



Zayn kicks out! Roman walks over to the corner and leans down, readying for a spear. Zayn is getting to his feet and turns around to see Roman running full speed at him. He goes low with a Basement Dropkick to kick his feet out from under him. Roman lands face first and Sami quickly gets to his feet and starts kicking away at his ribs. Roman rolls out of the ring right away but Sami measures him until he jumps out with a Somersault Senton to take him out! He picks him up and throws him back into the ring.


Corey Graves: Here we go! Two wins officially makes it the start of a streak!


Zayn climbs up to the top rope as waits as Roman slowly gets up and turns around he leaps off with a Crossbody but gets hit with a Superman Punch on the way down! He crumbles but rolls to the ropes to keep away. Reigns walks over and tries to pull him away but he lacks a lot of strength because of the attack earlier in the night. Zayn is also in the ropes so the ref tries to pull him away too. In the tussle. Sami manages to kick Roman right in the balls! He pulls him into an Inside Cradle!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Sami Zayn!




Zayn is handed his title and he celebrates like he just toppled Goliath. Roman shoots him a look and Zayn gets the hell out of dodge before anything can happen. He happily walks up the ramp with a big smile on his face as doctors rush past him to check on Roman as Revolution rolls on.




We're taken to the backstage interview area where Renee Young is standing by waiting to welcome someone off screen. 

Renee Young

Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome at this time… Robert Roode!

Just as Robert Roode steps into frame there is a loud commotion off screen. It sounds like cheering and screaming. Renee looks shocked as she receives a message through her earpiece. 

Um…excuse me folks but I just got word that a private jet has touched down outside the arena. I'm sorry Robert but I've got to go. 

Renee and the camera crew hustle to the nearest exit outside the arena where the camera catches the jet in the shot just as the door opens. Renee is too confused to go any further. The man who steps off the jet is none other than international influencer, Logan Paul! Logan Paul, dressed with a huge smile on his face depends the steps of his jet and heads straight towards the camera.

Logan Paul

So this is the UWF, huh? Honestly I expected it to be a little bigger but don't worry. By the time I'm done here this will be the biggest wrestling company on the planet. I know what you're thinking. What is the biggest star on the planet, the most influential man alive today doing in a place like UWF? Well let me explain to you how this all went down. I'm sitting in my beautiful mansion in Puerto Rico flipping through the channels one night and I see this little company here. Now it's no surprise that I love professional wrestling so I stopped to take a look. The entire time I was watching all I could think to myself is this place is good but it's not great. This place needs you Logan. UWF was lacking that mainstream appeal. They were lacking the presence of a true megastar… yeah. And maybe I was just in a charitable mood that night because usually I would never reach out to someone about a business endeavor. They reach out to me. But I thought, Logan, you can save this company. You can make it the UWF… starting Logan Paul. This could be a million, no, BILLION dollar idea. So I called my people to get in contact with the UWF. The next morning my phone is blowing up. UWF couldn't believe it. They just potentially landed the biggest fish in history. I said, “let's talk numbers”. And ladies and gentlemen I can confirm to you that just moments ago on this very jet I just signed the biggest, most lucrative contract in the entire history of UWF. You wouldn't believe the clauses that are in this contract. I'll let you in on one right now. As I was watching UWF a little match of Juice Robinson vs Kevin Owens came on. Now in my research of UWF all I heard is how this Kevin Owens guy is UWF royalty. The greatest champion ever blah blah blah. And then he goes out there and loses to a man named Juice in like 10 seconds? Bro who loses to a man named Juice? If I'm going to be adding UWF to my ever growing empire I don't have room for losers like that in my company. So one of my many clauses in this historic contract is that Kevin Owens… is out! Bye bye Kevin. Go cry to your stupid family that you're always talking about. Bye. Things are changing around here. UWF is about to be the hottest company on the planet. Everything I touch turns to gold and UWF you just got real lucky. You might as well just won the lottery because you're the next piece in my empire. I've only got one more thing to say…. You're welcome. 

Logan winks at the camera before entering the arena. He passes by a clearly shocked Renee Young and flashes her the call me sign. 

Renee Young

I…I don't know what to say. I guess Logan Paul is UWFs newest superstar. Um.. back to you guys. 

The feed heads back. 

The scene opens on the inside of Vincent’s cell as he and the man are seen staring at one another in uncomfortable silence.

You really aren’t going to be anything but stubborn, are you, Mr. Marseglia?

Vincent laughs.

Vincent: You want cooperation, you get me out of this straitjacket.

You know that I can’t do that. More than that, I won’t do it.

Vincent: Suit yourself.

The awkward silence continues for a moment until the man emits a deep sigh.

Fine.

The man reluctantly walks over to Vincent and frees him from the straitjacket. As it falls to the floor, Vincent stands and stretches his arms.

Better?

Vincent clocks the man, dropping him with one punch. He looks down at him now.

Vincent: Now I’m better.

Vincent helps the man up as they sit down across from each other.

I guess I should’ve expected that. Maybe I deserved it in a way. But now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, we can move on to the next phase of your recovery. Like I’ve said before, this sadomasochism and unchecked rage is going to be the death of you if you don’t find a healthier use of your thoughts and feelings. So I’m going to suggest something you haven’t thought of before: prayer.

Vincent stands up.

Vincent: Prayer?

Yes. There’s a chapel here at the facility, I’ll take you to it.

The man opens the door and Vincent reluctantly follows him as Revolution heads elsewhere.




The UWF feed turns to static before changing feed? What's going on here...



"The" Juice Robinson: "Carter has been begging the Bang Bang Gang to stay ka-put... We don't do that here. Last week The Juice proved to be SWEETER than honey, When we took out the man who hadn't seen his man hood since that fateful day, he found out about the dollar menu. Carter told the boys and I that he didn't have a problem taking out the trash but that in future the Juice shouldn't do it on one foot, Taking names and kicking ass. Doubters called the Juice a LIAR, That ain't me though because when I said I can do this on one leg I MEANT IT! But this dork Carter doesn't want the Juice loose runnin' this asylum with these shooters by my side..."

Austin Gunn: "Austin reporting in, Things in the UWF just got serious, The medical staff may have not been able to find what was wrong, It means nothing. The system is trying to hold the Bang Bang Gang down but they are going to have to try a lot harder.  We look around and see many good singles guys, but not a lot of multi faceted second generational wrestlers, Like the Gunns. You can call what we do whatever you want but we call it the Bang Bang style. We see a problem and we fix it. We are watching every champion with our hawk-like eyes watching and waiting for the moment to shoot our shot and take all the GOLD..."

"The" Juice Robinson: "ALL THE GOLD..."

Colton Gunn: "Kyle O'Reilly you say you're a tough guy but Juice will kick your ass with one boot up, down and all around the arena, PPV to live event; Anywhere anytime. L...A... KNIGHT a paper weight champion, What you going to do call us Dummy, Yeah that ain't it chief. You may have a masterpiece but we're going to show you a masterclass. And then there is Balor, A masterclass in saying a lot while saying nothing at all, You're bland as Frosted Flakes without the sugar. I would say something about Shinsuke Nakamura but sorry I don't speak Japanese..."

"What about Sami Zayn?". Austin ask over the shoulder of  Juice. "Are they even official titles?" Colton responds over the other shoulder of Juice. Juice steps forwards...

"The" Juice Robinson: "There is nothing unofficial about the most officially badass trio in UWF history, So Zayn, Lynch if you are looking at bringing back the TAG... TEAM... DIVISION and making you're titles officially sanctioned once more, These sons of a Gunn are willing to take those titles off your shoulders. The Bang Bang Gang  isn't turning away from any fight even with The Man himself, You thought I was talking about Becky Lynch... Nah Nah... I was talking higher power, Gods tremble when they see the Bang Bang Gang in town..."

 Colton Gunn: "If any of you so called champions aren't down with that, Our playas have two words for ya: GUNNS UP."

The static returns before UWF regain control of the feed...




Chimel: The following contest is set for one-fall!



OFF THE CHAIN!

Robert Roode emerges in the entrance in his wrestling gear. Roode stops at the entrance as he looks down around the arena. Roode smells the air in and then starts walking down the ring.

Chimel: Introducing first, making his way to the ring, from Ontario Canada, weighing at 236 pounds Robert Roode!

As Roode is announced, he gets on the top of the corner and poses as he opens his arms and looks up.



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 turns around to look at the entrance ramp. He gives a angry stare as he awaits for his opponent to arrive.

Chimel: And his opponent, hailing from Buffalo, Iowa & weighing in at 220 lbs, he is the former 2022 ROYAL RUMBLE WINNER & UWF CHAMPION Messiah SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!

Tony heads out of the ring and after ensuring both wrestlers are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


When the bell sounds off, Seth Rollins is the first of the two to step forward. He's not coming out looking for a lock-up, though. Instead, The Messiah approaches his opponent with one hand outstretched, offering a handshake. Roode considers the gesture with an uncertain look in his eyes.


Graves: Oh, so now the guy who was just dying to get a handshake from Shibata refuses to dap-up Seth Rollins? Classy.

Ranallo: This isn't the same sort of thing, Corey. With Shibata, it was all about earning respect. Mutual respect. With Seth Rollins, this is all about the... well... I suppose you might call it the Cult he's trying to form around himself. The Architect wants to build a wall to hide behind. Roman Reigns turned him down last week and as we saw earlier on tonight, Seth sent his new disciples after him.

Graves: All the more reason for Roode to fall in line. Joining up with Rollins could only help his career at this point.

Phillips: I think Robert Roode has more Glorious ambitions than playing second fiddle to Seth Rollins.


Rob's stirred up some more mixed reactions lately, but that capacity crowd in Mississippi (where, according to the pic on the card this week, there are palm trees? who knew?) is begging and pleading with him to shoot Seth down. Rollins takes another step forward, with a smarmy, big-tent-evangelical grin on his face endeavouring to welcome Roode to his cause. The Glorious One takes another glance at the hand, and gets a resounding "NO" chant going for his troubles.

Seth tells him to ignore the crowd. Roode shakes his head regardless, and tells Seth its time to wrestle. The smile on Seth's mug vanishes in the blink of an eye. Incensed, the Iowan charges at Robert, who uses his veteran instincts to know to get off the tracks when the trains coming through. He sidesteps Rollins and gives him a little extra shove on the way by to push him into the ropes. Greeting him on the way back with an unfriendly hug, the Canadian then vaults his opponent head-over-heels with a belly-to-belly suplex, popping that southern crowd.


Ranallo: Picture-perfect suplex from Roode, and with that, ladies and gentlemen, we've got ourselves a match.

Phillips: I'd go so far as to call it a dream match, Mauro. These men are both Royal Rumble winners. They're both former world and Intercontinental Champions and despite a few bumps in the road lately, I think either of them could reach those heights again before its all said and done.


The Messiah skids across the canvas. Roode sprawls on top for a quick cover...



1...



Seth no-way-Jose's his way out of that sucker at a mere one count. Roode stays right on top of him like syrup on pancakes, pulling him up into a seated position, clasping his hands around Rollins' chinny chin chin and pulling back while applying pressure to the spin with his favourite knee. The Architect grimaces cause it hurts. Rob grimaces cause he's trying really hard to keep it that way.

Rollins hands are flailing hither and tither as he vies to fight his way out. In lieu of wrestling prowess providing a means of escape, he settles for an over-the-shoulder eye rake. It does the trick! The Torontonian crawls, then stands, then stumbles away towards the rope, temporarily (hopefully) blinded. Seth gets vertical and also an earful from the third man, which he disregards with a dismissive swat of his hand through the air.

Pursuing Roode over to the ropes, Rollins grabs his head in a Thai Clinch to feed him some knee strikes to the face. Patella batters jawbone like waves against the coast, eroding Roode's consciousness on crash at a time. Ain't that some shit. Seth follows up with a Snapmare to take his opponent back to the mat, and then follows up that follow-up with punt across the back of the... well... back.


Graves: The Messiah giving The Wrestler a run for his money with a PK like that!

Phillips: Let's not get carried away now...

Ranallo: Roode's tougher than tire jerky, but there's hardly a part of his body that hasn't been surgically repaired. Seth's got a veritable smorgasbord of body parts to pick at and dissect and and there isn't a wrong choice on the menu.


Rollins strikes Roode in the back again with a knee. He then applies a similar chinlock to the one Robert just had on him, except instead of pulling the guy against his shin, he drives it repeatedly in there like a hammer. Or a chisel. Or both. Each strike lands with a winded groan from the Canadian and Rollins doesn't stop till he's running out of breath himself. They don't call him Crossfit Jesus for nothing, mind you. He finds a second wind in no time, hits the ropes, and returns to blast the seated Rob with a Superkick!


Ranallo: Avada Kedavra! That's unforgivable!

Graves: Rollins going oldschool with that one, will it be enough?


Roode goes down and Seth drops down for a leisurely, confident pin. He doesn't even bother hooking a leg, but does spare the effort to tell Robert that he "chose wrong" while the Ref counts...



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Roode kicks out before the third count! Seth is pissed off. Better than pissed on, says this writer. But Rollins is dang near inconsolable. He stomps around the ring, reaming out the Referee for a bit. His tantrum accomplishes nothing.

In the meantime, Robert rolls over and gets up on his hands and knees. Big mistake. That's exactly the kinda person Rollins loves to Stomp on. He forgets about his bad mood in an a instant as he goes to capitalize. Bouncing off the cables, Seth returns to execute his most deadliest of maneuvers...


Phillips: This could be it!

Graves: Rollins kicking Roode to the Curb!


Except here's the thing - Roode rolls out of the way and so all Rollins stomps is the canvas. Embarrassing. Desperate to make up for the miss, Seth grabs up the evasive Canuck off the mat to try for another of his better holds - one he picked up from a mentor some years ago.

Hooking a leg with one arm and letting his shoulders do the rest of the work, Rollins hoists Robert into the air to deliver an Olympic Slam! Roode avoids that one too, however, by sliding off the back and landing right on his feet!


Phillips: Robert Roode has an answer for everything!

Ranallo: While I appreciate The Messiah digging deep into his playbook for that one, Robert Roode spent plenty of time in the ring with Kurt Angle back in the NXT days. He knows that position inside and out.


History, baybay! Seth spins around and ducks under a desperate lariat from Roode, the momentum of which totally 360's the guy on account of he was swinging for the gosh dang fences. After a full rotation, Rollins greets him with a boot to the guts. That sets up some vintage arm-hooking, which, of course, means a Pedigree is incoming.

If you thought Roode had an answer for that also, you're absolutely correct. Seth can't pop off with that faceplanter before Robert launches up and over, converting the threatening position into a Jackknife pinning predicament! The Official drops down to count it...



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Seth scrambles out just in time! He and Roode roll in opposite directions while the crowd gets all fired up. Their cheers turn south when they see Rollins screaming up the ramp for back-up. Big-time boos when Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams come barreling out from backstage.


Phillips: Its Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams!

Ranallo: I thought these two young superstars showed a lot of promise and potential at the start of the year. I was sad to see them leave the UWF, but maybe sadder still to see them back here now with Seth Rollins.

Graves: Are you kidding me? They have all the talent in the world, they just need some guidance and who better to offer that than The Messiah? Roman Reigns could have benefited from that and instead of the carrot, he got the stick. Now Robert Roode is about to get the same treatment and deservedly so. Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way.


The Referee is losing his mind about the interference coming in hot. Seth Rollins is cackling like a mad scientist who just found a way to control the weather with a machine. His grapes sour real quick though when - outta nowhere - which is to say, from over the barricades on either side - Solo Sikoa and Samoa Joe of all people hop the barricade to stop Hayes and Williams in their tracks! How could they have known? Does it matter?

Rollins' goons skid to a halt. The Samoans don't let 'em off the hook. Total warfare erupts at ringside to the delight of the Mississippi crowd. The Referee calls for some back-up from the back to break-up the brawl, then turns his attention back to his assigned match. Seth isn't so quick to take his eyes of the chaos at ringside, but Roode, savvy veteran that he is, keeps his focus locked in. He whips the distracted Rollins around, boots him in the belly, hooks the head and plants him like flowers with a Glorious DDT!

Seth is lights out'd! Roode rolls him over and hooks both legs for the pin...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
ROBERT ROODE

Roode's music hits the PA and he stands tall to have his hand raised. There's still a bunch of fighting going on outside the ring. Producers and extra Refs and security funnel out from all sides to break it up, but that's no easy task given the parties involved.


Ranallo: Seth through a lot of adversity in Roode's direction, but The Glorious One found an answer for ever problem that came his way. Impressive performance from the former Champ!

Phillips: What's ironic is that if Seth had never called for the back-up, he wouldn't have been distracted and lost.

Graves: So you're admitting that Roode only won because he had help? I agree. This is a travesty of justice.


Roode decides to leave through the crowd since the fight happening on the ramp side has nothing to do with him. Rollins comes to in the ring and is seething while an army of folks works to restore order to the ringside area. Revolution rolls on elsewhere so that can happen off-screen!




We head backstage to see the Forever Champion Sami Zayn



Sami Zayn: What did I tell you folks? I came back to UWF to prove a point and I'll be damned if I let someone like Roman Reigns get in the way of that. Now I've already spoken to Ethan and as you all know, I got a little something for deciding to stick around here. He may have saw it as a throwaway thing he could have handed to anyone but nobody elevates the game more than Sami Zayn. That's why it's been made official that I will be the next challenger to the Television Championship at Final Battle. It's pretty poetic if you think about it. That PPV will be the last time anyone thinks of UWF as it is now. It'll be the start of the Sami Zayn era.




We go backstage and see the dimmed room, the flickering light brought by fire and the sight of The Mighty Caleb pacing back and forth. We are once again in Caleb's Lair, which is just by catering, down the hall and on the right. Caleb nods his head before he takes a sip of mead from the drinking horn and faces the camera.



The Mighty Caleb: These past few weeks in the Revolution Realm have been prime hunting ground for The Mighty Caleb. For two consecutive weeks, I have conquered my foes - cast aside 'The Ravishing One', pulverised 'The Prizefighter' and just last week I vanquished 'The Viper' and now The Mighty Caleb stands on the precipice of another great conquering glory in this realm - on the cusp of claiming a prize, indeed - a crown and throne, that many men and women have fought for over the eons of this realm... the King of The Ring. Of course it has not been easy - but The Mighty Caleb prefers it that way for The Mighty Caleb's path will always be the path less trodden. Three mighty warriors - revered throughout this realm for their accomplishments, for their victories, for the blood they have shed on the battlefield of the Revolution Realm's hallowed ring... for those warriors I say my thanks, thank you for sharpening my iron, strengthening my steel and preparing me for the final battle the lies ahead... 'The King of Strong Style'... Shinsuke Nakamura. 

Caleb smiles and nods his head, he's excited about the prospect of the battle which lies ahead for him.

The Mighty Caleb has heard the murmurs throughout the realm of the great Shinsuke Nakamura... how he strikes with viciousness, connives with wickedness and shoots fire-red blinding venom from his mouth like a dreadful dragon, blinding his opponents... rendering them useless in battle. But of course The Mighty Caleb now knows through the means of the sorcerers entertainment screen... television... that these rumours, these murmurs of the blood spitting demon from The Realm of The Rising Sun... were just that, rumours, murmurs... legends. I watched last week and I didn't see a demon, I didn't see an unearthly creature... I saw flesh and bone, I saw a mortal man... and although I seen a great fighter, a strong warrior... I saw nothing to fear. 

Caleb looks off into the distance in deep thought for a moment before facing the camera.

You may strike fear into others with the very words from your twisted tongue and you may have struck down lesser men and forced them to 'take a knee'. But now you will do battle with The Mighty Caleb and I bend the knee to no man, woman, monster nor blood-spitting demon. I have conquered behemoths, slain goliaths and severed the head of serpents... all that lies ahead on my way to becoming King of The Realm... is to beat the self-proclaimed 'King of Strong Style'... I have no doubt our battle will be one spoken about around fires for ages to come... I have no doubt they will sing songs of the day The Mighty Caleb fought the great Nakamura... but they will not only sing of our battle and tell tales of the blood we spill they will sing and they will tell the legend of the day The Mighty Caleb crushed and conquered his final foe, dethroned yet another false 'King' and became the one true King of The Realm... so to you Nakamura I say, I will not... 'take a knee'... but I will take your skull... SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!

Caleb pounds his fist and drinking horn in the air with primal aggression before the scene fades.






THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE.
THANK YOU FOR THE HEART.

Tatsuro Yamashita's "Fragile" graces the atmosphere and so does one Katsuyori Shibata. He steps out from behind the curtain like only he does, stoic, calm, and proud. The audience showers him with cheers, excited to see the wrestler after his long absence.

THERE'LL NEVER BE A LONG AND LONELY NIGHT AGAIN.



The fans reach out for him, showering him with love in spite of his past. He swats it all away though. Not the time for pleasantries. It's time for fighting, and that seems to be the only thing on the wrestler's mind as he makes his way to the ring, marching down the ramp like a soldier marching into battle.

Chimel From Kuwana, Japan... weighing in at 215 pounds... he is the wrestler... Shibataaaaaaaaaaaaaa Katsuuuuuuuyoriiiiiii!!!

A resounding applause accompanies that introduction, but you wouldn't know that looking at Shibata. In one ear and out the other for him as he walks up the ring steps and smoothly makes his way through the ropes, denying himself the audience's appreciation.

I WALKED AWAY FROM LOVE. I ALWAYS HAD MYSELF TO BLAME.
I HID MY FRAGILE DREAMS AWAY.

And with that, the voice of Yamashita fades out the atmosphere and what replaces it is a tension that only Shibata could bring to a room. He steps back into his corner and awaits the battle ahead, unmoved. It's as if the only people in the building were Shibata and his opponent.





YO YO YO
IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR MOUTH
IMA SHUT IT FOR YOU
PUNK


"Punk Tactics" hammers through the PA with some throwback Boom Bop audacity. The fans drop some big time cheers as Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley march on down that ramp, highlights of the former's ultraviolent style playing up on the big screen behind them. Kyle shreds on his strap like its some kinda electric guitar, popping the capacity crowd while Tony introduces him.

Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds...  The Intercontinental Champion, Kyle O'Reilly!

The Diabetic Dragon climbs the steps up into the ring while The "Good Guy" amps up the crowd some more ahead of the match to come.


VS


DING DING DING


Shibata walks to the center of the ring, looking like he wants to lock up. After all the shit he talked, Kyle is having none of it and simply walks over and slaps the taste out of his mouth. The Wrestler stands still like a mannequin, his head being the only thing turned. He slowly turns his head back to face Kyle and he's got a smile on his face. He dives forward with a Headbutt but Kyle jumps up into a European Uppercut that sends him into the ropes. O'Reilly runs over with a Jumping Knee to the chest followed by pulling him in the clinch and delivering a few knees.


Mauro Ranallo: O'Reilly is smothering him like Latina putting on blush.

Tom Phillips: If you want to get one over on The Wrestler, you have to come at him full force. There's no time for easing into it.

Corey Graves: All this is going to do is piss him off. O'Reilly has never been the sharpest tool in the shed and this proves it.


Shibata manages to break free from him and Kyle goes for a Spinning Leg Sweep but the former UWF Champion jumps over it and knees Kyle right in the face! Kyle sits back on his butt and Shibata runs to the ropes, coming back with the PK! O'Reilly catches his foot and rolls back, tripping him up and getting to his feet to place him in the Ankle Lock!  Shibata quickly reaches to the ropes and Kyle makes sure to keep it in as long as possible to do more damage. Shibata rolls out of the ring and of course Bayley is there to laugh in his direction.


Corey Graves: I honestly don't know what Rude sees in this banshee.

Mauro Ranallo: Hey love is love, just let it happen Corey.

Corey Graves: I hope it's some ploy to get at that beta cuck Kyle.

Tom Phillips: Hmm incel Corey Graves. I guess it's not the most surprising thing all things considered.

Corey Graves: I'm just saying, there's this great interview with Jord-


I guess Corey's last name is for the ones he digs himself in but thankfully before he can finish, Kyle comes flying out of the ring and Suicide Dives onto Shibata. He throws him back into the ring and goes right up to the top rope. Shibata is just laying there so Kyle jumps off for a Top rope Knee Drop but The Wrestler rolls out of the way and Kyle's knee takes the full brunt of the impact. He hobbles back up and walks around the ring as best he can but Shibata gets him from behind with a Chop Block! To make matters worse, he takes his legs and ties them up in a Figure Four Leg Lock! How will Kyle get out of this!? Stay tuned to find out!










We're back and O'Reilly has Shibata on the top rope. How did that happen? Maybe pay for the ad free version. He's hitting him in the ribs a few times to weaken him up before hooking both arms and giving him an Avalanche Butterfly Suplex! Both men bounce high off the mat from the impact but Kyle reaches over and makes the pin.



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Shibata kicks out! Kyle gets to his feet as best he can with a slight hobble. Shibata rises up as well and Kyle gives him a Spinning Back Kick to the gut followed by the Axe and Smash Combination! Shibata takes a few steps back but simply shakes off the hits and tells him to hit harder. O'Reilly goes for a Kick to the chest but Shibata catches it and kicks the injured knee of Kyle's forcing him to fall back. He turns him over and places him in an STF! Kyle reaches out for the ropes but he's firmly planted in the middle of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: O'Reilly has been caught in Shibata's bear trap and he can either tap or risk fading away.

Corey Graves: God I wish he'd fade away.

Tom Phillips: Hopefully Bayley can offer him some words of encouragement.


The Good Guy walks over so Kyle can see her and starts to slap the mat, cheering him on. You can see Shibata practically roll his eyes to the back of his head but the cheering seems to work as Kyle grabs at his opponents grasp and begins to pull back on his fingers. Much like Troy and Gabriella, he's Breaking Free! That is until Shibata Headbutts him in the back of the head! Kyle goes limp and The Wrestler casually turns him over for the pin.



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O'Reilly kicks out! The Former UWF Champion grabs him by the ear and brings him up just enough to give him a few Kawada Kicks. He then whips him into the corner and follows him over for a Big Boot! Kyle falls to a seated position from the impact and Shibata heads to the other side of the ring. He comes running back with a John Woo Dropkick in the corner before dragging him away from the ropes for another pin.



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Kyle kicks out at 2! The Wrestler grabs Kyle by the ear like he would a child and scolds him a bit before hoisting him up on his shoulders. He goes for the GTS but Kyle catches his knee on the way down and instead turns it into an Exploder Suplex! Kyle stands up arms out. fist clenched like he's powering up in DBZ but he doesn't notice Shibata pops up right away and grabs him from behind to give him German Suplex! Kyle lands but the impact folds him over and he rolls back to his feet. Shibata stands up but eats a Harpoon Torpedo for his troubles! He goes for the cover!



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Tom Phillips: Looks like The Wrestler may be getting a bit more than he bargained for.

Corey Graves: Look, O'Reilly knows how to fight but he never seems to win when it matters.

Mauro Ranallo: I think it mattered at Backlash and he came out just fine. Plus there's nothing on the line in this match other than pride.

Corey Graves: Have you met Kyle? He's all about pride. It's like his whole thing. That's why he's so dumb.


O'Reilly stands up and gets ready to summon the Dragonzord but instead he throws away his flute and points to Shibata as he's rising and says he's gonna murder this fool. He goes behind him to lock in the Full Nelson but Shibata Elbows him in the side of the head. Kyle goes on retreat and Shibata comes up behind him, grabbing his wrist before spinning him out in the rip cord but Kyle comes back with a Jumping Knee to the face! Shibata eats it but comes back with a Spinning Back Fist! The lights go out but Kyle's still on his feet! He stumbles backwards and falls through the ropes, coming off them for a Hookshot Lariat! Both men are laid out on the mat not moving as the crowd gets to their feet cheering.


Mauro Ranallo: Both men are giving it their all and you've got to hope that one day we see these two compete for the UWF Championship.

Corey Graves: So long as Kyle is challenging and loses, I'm ok with that.


The ref is counting both men down. Neither moves an inch other than their chests gasping for air. The first 4 seconds are the same but they begin to stir. They crawl to opposite ends of the ring and use the ropes to help them to their feet. They lock eyes and anger appears on both of their faces. They meet in the center of the ring and trade Forearm Shots back and forth. Shibata lays a big on in that pushes O'Reilly back a few steps but the last King of the Ring gives him a Big Boot! Shibata turns away from the impact but jumps backwards for a Pele Kick to the top of Kyle's head! He falls to a seated position and Shibata hits the ropes and comes back with the PK! He makes the pin!



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But NO! Kyle gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time! Shibata looks shocked but that soon turns to anger. He leans over O'Reilly and grabs the back of his head with one hand and starts decking his limp head with forearm shots. Kyle isn't responding so the ref stands up to call off the match when O'Reilly suddenly kicks up and wraps around Shibata's arm in a Triangle Choke! Shibata tries to force his shoulders to the mat to get a pin.



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O'Reilly tilts to get his shoulder up. The Wrestler gets in a wide stance before pulling Kyle up and giving him a Powerbomb but the Diabetic Dragon holds on. Shibata decides to flip all the way over into a jacknife pin.



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Kyle releases the hold to break the count!


Tom Phillips: Quick thinking by O'Reilly right there!

Corey Graves: I don't know if he even knows how to think.

Mauro Ranallo: Well running on pure instinct is a smart thing to have when wrestling.


Shibata gets up before him and delivers a knee right to the ribs! O'Reilly rolls around on the mat holding his side but Shibata brings him back up and gives him a Snapmare. He gives him a PK to the back before running past him and giving him the Sliding Lariat! He doesn't waste any time in bringing Kyle back up and he goes to give him a Backdrop driver but Kyle flips over and lands on his feet. He grabs Shibata from behind and delivers a Regalplex into the pin!



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Mauro Ranallo: The Intercontinental Champion has got something to prove here tonight and he'll be damned if Shibata gets in his way.

Corey Graves: He can deny it all he wants but everything Shibata said to him was true.


O'Reilly mounts Shibata and starts throwing down palm strikes. Shibata catches one of his strikes and goes to put in a Triangle Choke of his own. He's unable to fully lock it in and O'Reilly is able to drag him closer to the ropes to grab it and break the hold. After a 4 count, he lets go and Kyle picks himself up using the ropes. Shibata moves back in but Kyle catches him with a Roundhouse Kick! He stumbles into the corner where the Canadian Psycho rushes over for the Speed Wolf Annihilator but Shibata comes out and decks him with a Headbutt! Both men go down but Shibata has enough wherewithal to crawl over and place an arm over O'Reilly.




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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Katsuyori Shibata!



Both opponents are checked on, Shibata by the ref and Kyle by his step sis. Rude ends up coming out from the back as well and helps get Kyle to his feet. Shibata looks at the trio and walks over with a hand extended. Kyle goes to shake it but Roode takes his hand and pushes it away. Bayley helps Kyle exit the ring while Rude points to Shibata and tells him to mind his own business. He exits the ring and goes with Kyle to the back while Shibata shakes his head. He goes on to celebrate in the ring as the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW



Credits

Femi vs Adonis - CWalker
Rollins vs Roode - Fauche
Balor vs Rollins, Zayn vs Roman, Shibata vs O'Reilly - Danny

[Dres]

Lots of heavy lifting by Danny for this one. I respect the work ethic but we can’t have him writing three matches every week, that’s how burnout happens.

Good promos here. I’m assuming Chase is Logan Paul now that Roman has been dropped. Speaking of that, nice little swerve with the attack on him by Seth and the reveal of Trick and Carmelo as his disciples. EVJ is always saying he’s not as good as he once was but I think this trio has great potential to really cook.

Great edition that continues to build towards what’s going to be an awesome Final Battle.

[Cwalker]

Shot out to Danny for putting work in this week.

A nice show. I tried not to read too much beforehand as to not spoil myself.

I love the O’Reilly/Rude/Bayley dynamic. That rematch is going to be great.

I actually think Logan Paul is Tapout. He mentioned KO being gone and it’s the same color text. Fun fact, had I not won the title at Mania, I was toying with the idea of brining Paul into the fray with Knight and Adonis and forming a form of a Los Angeles connection trio. Hope to see good things from Paul. And I noticed a little subtle shot at LA Knight.

Rollins bringing in Trick and Melo is interesting. We’ll see how that works out but the sky is the limit.


Rey continues to bring it/Sam continues to bring it. That is going to be a hell of a final.

Shout out to all the winners. Good job team. Let’s get to next week

[Fauche]

Cool about the matches or whatever but lets talk promos

This is the Rude / Bayley we were supposed to do last week brought to you now by the mythical power of flashback technology.

I think what Evolution's doing with Rollins is best stuff we've seen so far, thought his promo after the Roman beatdown did a good job capturing that smarmy, self-obsessed pandemic-era heel Rollins. Cool that he's bringing back Melo and Trick for heaters, interesting combo and always good for a bad guy to have some dudes to give him the assist or take a beating on his behalf. Oklahoma was like last time though we're in beautiful Mississippi now.

Follow-up LA Knight promo nails the location. No beating around the bush here from the Champ. Dude's upset about how dinner with Ciampa turned out and he's out here meaning business. Spot on and to the point with all the vintage elipseses you could ask for what's not to love?

You ever wonder if Roach is just gonna make some Puro legends up some day and slip them in a promo and everyone's just gonna assume they're real? Maybe its already happened. Maybe. Shout out to Chef Bob Sapp, whose cameo here I think means we've had all the Longest Yard wrestlers show up in the UWF now.

I like the matches where bodyguards fight bodyguards cause when its a regular guy vs a bodyguard then barring a no-show, you gotta figure the regular guy is gonna win. But when its bodyguard and bodyguard action, anything could happen. RIP to Femi's perfect record. Even if NC's don't count in those year end totals, the streak is forever blemished.

Last week we talked about all this excessive red font going on and its gotten so bad now that I can't even tell where the O'Reilly promo ends and the Nakamura one starts. Idk if you guys kinda glaze over the in-betweeny italics parts sometimes in promos but sometimes I do but if stop and take a gander every now and then you might find stuffs like "Shinsuke shakes his head and his fingers dance up his neck like a spider crawling up to his chin". Ew Rey. Gross Rey. I'll tell you what I like though and that's the rush of google translating like snippets and snippers of a promo to get to the bottom of what's really going on there.

Thrilled to have a Logan Paul around that's cool. RIP Kevin Owens that's sad tho.

Okay so maybe Vincent's not on the Simon System if the mystery man is turning him on to prayer. My first instinct was Mordecai but then I thought nah what if its Reverend D-Von but now I'm like nah what if it's early vignette power-of-posiitive-thinking, evangelical gospel choir New Day that's pulling these strings? ? ?

As if I couldn't love Jye's Bang Bang Gang anymore, they're out here petitioning for a reinstated tag team division. Its been a few years. Its like the Olympics. Time to bring it back for like 14 months or however long that usually lasts. The people demand it.

Zayn and Caleb both out here with the red-hued fonts. Its a crisis. I'm all about a Sami / Balor feud I think its a first for Danny / ada right? Finn doing the solo act thing as champ now against the dude always running back-up got some good storyline potential IMO.

King of the Realm vs King of Strong Style you couldn't ask for better billing, folks. "I will not... 'take a knee'... but I will take your skull... " omg Sam just giving away zingers for free instead of saving them for the TT sesh.

I never got to face Shibata before I don't think so thrilled to finally check that one off. Roach is super good, super fun to tt against, had a good ol time doing this one. Thanks to Danny for a great match with commercial break and all because I can't afford the ad free show. Some kinda trouble afoot in the post-match - what could it mean? Who's to say?

Five matches three writers this week? What if for this upcoming show there were four writers for four matches? Volunteer today!

[Evolution J]

Amazing show as always. Sorry for the late response. But I am glad everyone enjoyed my work so far. It isn't easy for me to be proud of my work. I has my ups and down as of late. I honestly still don't believe I am back to my old self yet. But I am glad Fauche and Dres believe I do. But I am trying my best to give it my all. Thanks for the wonderful comments so far. I hope I can continue this . Talk to you later.

[Jimmy Uso]

Rhea and Jamie Hayter. you two want a shot against me and Eddie well then let's put something on the line if Eddie wins the tag team then he fights Finn for his TV Championship on the next Revolution however if you and Hayter defeat us at the Final battle then I'll leave LWO for good and I need your approval this Friday