Revolution 6/22/24

[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: Final Battle is just around the corner and we've got some great matches set for tonight.

Corey Graves: Enough with the talk, let's get straight to the action!




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



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





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

Chimel: Introducing first, weighing in a 125 pounds, from San Jose, California... Bayley!

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




Eric Bischoff comes on down that ramp, also absent a corner-person as this nWo versus nWo affair will evidently be conducted absent all parties not directly involved.

Chimel: And her opponent, weighing in at 195 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan... Eric Bischoff!

Easy E joins Bayley in the ring. The two stare daggers at each other while Tony heads out. After ensuring both competitors are ready to go, the Official calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


No sooner does that bell sound than Bayley comes barreling at Bischoff like a... well, a barrel, I guess. A loose one. Rolling downhill. Launching herself at that silver-tongued devil, The "Good Guy" connects with a Thesz Press to bring both bodies crashing to the canvas, hers seated atop his.

Like wine and cheese, so too do said Press and punches a winning combo make. Bayley lays it on heavy and thick as hairpsray with the ground and pound, unloading weeks, if not months worth of pent up aggression against her nWo compatriot. Eric turtles up to weather the storm. Hip bucks are futile. She's all over him like fleas on a dog.


Phillips: Bayley's coming out swinging tonight!

Ranallo: As she's keen to remind us every chance she gets - The "Good Guy" is undefeated in 2024 and she's looking to keep that record alive and well, even it means making things ugly.

Graves: Well if she gets any uglier then the Ref's gonna wind up calling this farce off.

Phillips: Corey! That's so rude!

Graves: I'm talking about those closed-fist strikes, Phillips. Although...


Corey's right. Bayley's serving up knuckle sandwiches and the Referee doesn't like that one bit. He gives her a warning. Unheaded. So he gives her a five count instead. That one gets her attention. At a deep four, the Doctor of Huganomics pulls up, finally relenting.

Bayley stands up, huffing and puffing as Bischoff crawls towards the ropes to use those to help himself get vertical. A brush of his hand across his mouth shows blood. He turns his head, spits out a mouthful, and asks his opponent if that's the best she's got? To which she responds something like "I got that plus more and plenty left over for yo mama, too." Fightin' words.

Eric beckons her to bring it on like he's Morpheus. Bayley charges at him again. Easy E steps aside, letting her hit the ropes while he sneaks around back of her, then drops, snags a leg, a performs the clunkiest looking roll-up you've ever seen in your life. Its hideous as morning breath but effective nevertheless! The Official drops down to make the count...



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Bischoff hooks some tights!



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Bayley just manages to wiggle free before the third count!


Phillips: Rick Rude set this match up so these two could work out their differences. For Bayley, I think she wants to put a beating on her opponent, whereas I'm pretty sure Eric would be satisfied just to be able to lord a win over his stablemate.

Graves: The reason the nWo worked in the early days of Revolution is because it was essentially a couple of all-timers surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards. If there's been a failure to launch on this latest reunion tour, its because some of the dumb muscle thinks they belong in the former category, and all the confusion and delusions of grandeur are coming from Bayley stirring the pot. Since Rick Rude and Kyle O'Reilly won't do it, its up to Eric Bischoff to knock Bayley down a peg.


The both of them scramble to their feet following the near-fall. Bischoff goes after Bayley but she takes him down with an armdrag. Dude's been getting some good cardio sessions in lately with early morning bike rides around the ranch in Wyoming, so he springs back up in no time. That said, a second attempt to grapple ends the exact same way, as does a third shortly thereafter.

Following that last instance, a frustrated Bischoff stomps off over to the corner while Bayley brushes off her hands like it ain't no sweat to be out-wrassling this guy. Eric browbeats his foe with some unsavoury words. They're bleeped out for the folks watching at home, but the live crowd hears and reacts with a "Ooooooh". That kinda unsportsmanlike conduct just ain't gonna fly around here. The Official comes over to give the guy a verbal yellow card. Bayley comes by to do more than that.

Brushing past the third man... or I guess... second man? Third person? Brushing past the Referee, Bayley gets all up in Bischoff's business about that trash talk. He responds by decking her with a haymaker. Straight up punch in the face.


Phillips: The sponsors are not going to like that.

Ranallo: I can't imagine the other nWo members will, either.

Graves: She literally punched him like fourteen times at the start of the match! If she's gonna complain about women's rights and equality and all that junk, then it's only fair that -

Ranallo: Careful with the hot takes, Corey, or you'll end up working at NWA with Kevin Kelly by this time six months from now.


The fans are booing while the Ref reems Eric out. He shakes out his fist, having banged it up on Bayley's jawbone. The Doctor of Huganomics takes a second to come back from that shot. When she turns back around, its with a bloodthirsty lunacy in her eyes. Said insanity spills out of the mental and into the physical when she tackles her opponent clean through the ropes to the floor below, where they crash - you guessed it - unceremoniously.

Their bodies are mangled and tangled on the ground and the Ref decides now's as good a time as any to start a ten count...



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Bischoff rolls over first, clutching his dislodged ribs. His stirring rouses Bayley, who sits up to snot-rocket some blood out of her nose.



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Eric crawls towards the steel steps, using the runs to pry himself up to a vertical base.



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Bayley grabs the ring apron and likewise utilizes that to find her way back to standing.



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Each notices the other has risen. They limp towards each other and start trading blows out their on the floor, strong-style style.



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Bayley ups the ante with a European Uppercut. Eric finger jabs her in the throat like Neo does to Agent Smith in the subway fight.



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Bayley tilts her head down and bites those same fingers. Bischoff pulls his hands back then claps her ears in retaliation.



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They continue to go shot for shot, ignoring the Referee and his count until, finally...



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DING DING

THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO-CONTEST
AS A RESULT OF A DOUBLE COUNT-OUT


"Bullshit" chants fill the arena but on cue as the Ref slides out to get in between the quarreling parties. It takes a moment to separate them, but once there's some distance there, they start to settle down, even if leers are still being exchanged.


Phillips: Kyle was so insistent that "violence solves everything" but I'm not quite sure what we've accomplished here tonight.

Ranallo: Sometimes, getting a few licks in is good enough in a friendly scuffle. Now that Bayley and Bischoff had had this chance to air some grievances, I hope they can get things back on track behind the scenes.

Graves: Well as far as what the future of the nWo looks like, I don't think we witnessed any big revelations here, but trust me when I say that we're going to have a much clearer picture once the dust settles at Final Battle, where Kyle O'Reilly and Rick Rude will square off for the Intercontinental Championship again.

Ranallo: That's right Corey, and in a 60-Minute Ironman Match, no less.

Phillips: Can't wait for that one, fellas.


Bischoff heads back on up that ramp. Bayley takes a second to catch her breath - and also pauses so they don't have to awkwardly go back together - before also leaving. Revolution rolls on!




Fading from the last shot of the prior scene, things return to the same late night view that had been shown the week prior. Of course, this time around, there’s no shots of a bridge; Instead, the focus is on the river itself, which has once more been rendered calm - or rather, calm enough, for all intents and purposes. Nothing is making a big splash within the river banks on this night, but speaking of big splashes…



Tony D’Angelo

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Ladies an’ gentlemen, las’ week, I sent a message. I sent a message to the entire UWF locker room, that I’m here for only two things - to do a bit a’ business, an’ to kick some ass. Now tonight, they got me up ‘gainst the UWF Television Champion, The Demon Prince.”

Maintaining the grin that currently lines his face, Tony D’Angelo glances back at the river behind him, before his gaze returns to the camera’s eye.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Now, I ‘unno a thing ‘bout this Finn Balor guy. Like I said las’ week, I’m comin’ into this company as somethin’ of an outsider, so that means comin’ in wit’ a fresh perspective on life, comin’ in wit’out the need for studyin’ any tape. Now Finn, from what I do know ‘bout ya’, ya’ made quite a name for ya’self ‘ere within the UWF. I mean, after all, ya’ the Television Champion! That’s surely gotta’ mean a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ aroun’ ‘ere, right?”

At that, Tony D’Angelo shakes his head.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Not to me it don’t. Ya’ see, from where I come from? Ya’ get taught ‘bout how there’s only two types a’ people in this ‘ere world. The first kin’, they call ‘em the soldiers. Now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no military troops ‘ere, what I mean by soldiers are the people who are willin’ to put themselves on the front line, the people who are willin’ to...let’s just say, get their hands a bit dirty. Guys like me, who ain’t afraid of spillin’ a bit a’ blood out there in a fight. Those type a’ guys, those are the ones ya’ wanna’ surroun’ ya’self wit’ over the course of ya’ life. Those are the type a’ guys - an’ girls, don’t be thinkin’ I’m excludin’ anyone when I’m talkin’ ‘ere - those are the type a’ guys who are willin’ to lay down their lives for the sake a’ their frien’, for their family, for their Don. Those are the type a’ guys who ya’ get into a bit of a scuffle wit’ down by the ol’ Mozzicato’s bakery - the original one, not the one they made a couple years later when they wanted to turn it into a chain a’ bakeries - they’re the type a’ guys ya’ get into a bit a’ trouble wit’, an’ ya’ reward them by tellin’ ‘em to take their missus, their girlfrien’, boyfrien’, husban’, whoever they wan’, an’ ya’ tell ‘em to go buy somethin’ nice for ‘em to show ‘em how much they love ‘em.”

Nodding along to his own description - perhaps as a reflection on some glory days that passed by this young star, or perhaps for completely unrelated reasons to what’s being described - Tony’s grin then fades, as he points towards the camera with an index finger and thumb outstretched, not-quite-accidentally giving the visual of a (finger) gun being pointed sideways towards the camera.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Then…ya’ got the Finn Balors o’ the world. These are the type a’ people who ya’ wan’ absolutely nothin’ to do wit’ for the rest a’ ya’ life if God permits it, but ya’ more likely than not stuck wit’ ‘em until ya’ figure out a good way to uh…dispose a’ the trash in ya’ life, shall we say. Ya’ see, guys like Finn Balor…back at home, we call ‘em the rats. ‘Cause rats, they ain’t nothin’ but a buncha’ pests. They mooch off ya’ food, they mooch off ya’ hospitality, an’ when ya’ finally trust ‘em, BAM!”

Just like what happened in his debut vignette, Tony D’Angelo feigns punching the camera; This time, though, the cameraperson seems ready for it, as they don’t flinch nearly as much as they had the first time around.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “‘Ey, look at that, ya’ learnin’ already!”

Chuckling to himself, Tony D’Angelo takes a moment to let his guard down, before going back to the subject at hand.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Now, wha’was I sayin’? Ah, right, ‘bout the rats. They mooch off ya’ as much as they can, an’ then when they nice an’ full, they stab ya’ in the back. They take advantage o’ ya’ generosity, they take advantage o’ ya’ family, an’ then they scatter.”

After a few seconds, Tony D’Angelo shrugs.

Tony D’Angelo | The Don: “Now, I ‘unno Finn Balor personally. Never met the guy, outside a’ quick ‘lil chat wit’ ‘em, but sometimes, The Don jus’ has a gut feelin’ ‘bout someone, an’ ten times outta’ ten, that gut feelin’? Turns out to be more than jus’ a feelin’, if ya’ know what I mean. So Finn, don’ take this as anythin’ too personal now, kid. It ain’t my fault that ya’ got born wit’ a setta’ abs that ya’ can grate cheese off of, an’ a face that only a mother can love, but that’s beside the point. Point is, Finn, is that right now? I’m havin’ to face off wit’ someone who looks like a rat, smells like a rat, an’ speaks like one too, so ya’ can jus’ call me Tony The Exterminator tonight, ‘cause I’m ‘bout to take out a pest ‘ere in the UWF. An’ don’ you worry none about payment, mista’ Carter. I’m sure the two of us can come to…an agreement, shall we say, ‘bout what’d be acceptable for me to continue my extermination business ‘ere in the UWF.”

With that, Tony D’Angelo’s grin returns, and after a couple of seconds, the feed cuts elsewhere within the arena…

We're shown footage of earlier today. Logan Paul arrives via his private jet, his ever present bottle of Prime in his hand. A camera crew is there to capture it.

Logan Paul

Hello Minneapolis! First of all I think I'm owed a big “Thank You!” For deciding to perform in your crime ridden city. I'm sorry to say I won't be sticking around after I beat Randy tonight for photos and autographs. I'm going to get back on my beautiful private jet here and get the hell out of here. It's ironic though, Minneapolis is the perfect place for me to beat Randy Orton. See, much like the Minnesota Vikings, Randy Orton hasn't been relevant in over a decade!

Logan makes his way into the arena and continues to speak as he heads towards his locker room.

But enough about the past. Let's talk about the future. Let's talk about what's hot, what's new. And what's hot is Logan Paul. I've only been here in UWF for 3 weeks but we are smashing every single metric. Since the UWF made the smartest decision ever of signing me, everything has gone through the roof. TV viewership is higher than it's ever been. Social media engagement is seeing numbers never imagined before. When it was announced I'd be wrestling tonight the Target Center sold out immediately. By the way, you're welcome for the house. In just 3 weeks I've managed to do what no other person on this roster has done. I've made the UWF cool. I've made wrestling cool, again. That's what I do, bro. All I know is success. I didn't come here to just be another part of UWF. I came here to BE the UWF. In my second ever match I'm going to beat Randy Orton. He's a little past his Prime, I'll admit, but his name still carries weight. He's still a true legend. If I'm already beating legends in my 2nd match, imagine what I can do. The sky's the limit and I'm just hitting my Prime. Speaking of that, here, this is for you. 

Logan Paul hands off his bottle of Prime to the cameraman who grabs it. Logan has reached his locker room door and steps inside leaving the crew alone and off to somewhere else.

As the piano introduction of the...somewhat acceptable, somewhat stereotypical theme song of the person it accompanies plays out over the speakers of the arena, the lights of the arena remain as they are, nothing too special going on there. Instead, the special part comes from when the song truly kicks in, as out through the curtain bursts none other than The Don himself, and right away, he is looking for his validation.

Regardless of whether the fans are cheering him or booing him, he is still making a big deal out of getting a reaction - perhaps he sees it as a form of respect being given his way? It doesn't truly matter; What matters is that he's demanding a response, and a response is what they give.

Tony Chimel: "Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 250 lbs...TONYYYYY D'ANGELO!"

With his name being called out by his fellow Tony once more, The Don of the UWF makes his way down the ramp, giving a couple of chef's kisses out towards the front row fans with a smile on his face, before making his way up the steel steps and entering the ring. First stopping by to drop off his fedora-styled hat by one of the ring crew members, he quickly makes his rounds around the ring, offering thanks to Tony Chimel for his ring announcing duties, before then opting to "thank" the official for a night's hard work, maybe slipping a little something-something into his hands during that handshake - who knows, truly? Regardless, Tony D'Angelo gets set up in his corner, ready to throw down and take care of some business.

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!


Corey Graves: And we're graced here tonight by the Forever Champion Sami Zayn!

Sami Zayn: Oh it feels good to be here Corey. It'll be nice to have two unbiased commentators for once.




VS


DING DING DING


Balor stands in the corner watching D'Angelo who is pacing back and forth, ready to square up for his first match here in UWF. They both move in to lock up but Balor kicks him in the gut right away. He puts him in a Side Headlock but Tony lifts him up with ease for a Back Suplex. Balor rolls out of the ring right away to collect himself Tony laughs at him causing Finn to kick the steel steps in frustration.


Mauro Ranallo: The Television Champion has been feeling like an afterthought as of late and a new member to the roster coming in and dropping him with ease sure isn't going to make him happy.

Corey Graves: I know another guy who won't be happy this guy is coming in and calling himself a Don too. Tony better watch himself with the enemies he makes.

Sami Zayn: It's all small fry though compared to the Forever Champion and soon to be new Television Champion.


Finn climbs the steps back into the ring, telling the ref to back Tony up so he can enter. D'Angelo backs up with his hands up, allowing Finn to come back in. He does so and they go to lock up once more but Tony shoots low and spins around him to give him a German Suplex! He rolls back up while keeping a hold of Balor and might be going for another but Finn gives him an Elbow to the ear! Tony lets go and walks over to the ropes holding his ear but Balor runs over and clothesline him to the floor below! Tony lands on his feet but his equilibrium is a bit distorted and you can bet his ear is ringing. Balor hits the ropes and comes back with a Suicide Somersault Senton to wipe him out! Balor lands on his feet and stares down Zayn who's just a few feet out in front of him.


Sami Zayn: What are you looking at me for? You got a match to finish bud.

Mauro Ranallo: The Television Champion wants you to take notice of his skills.

Sami Zayn: I'm well aware of what this man can do. His problem is he takes his eye off the ball and it's going to cost him, watch.


Balor turns his attention back over to Tony and tosses him back into the ring. Balor goes straight to the top rope and sets up for the Coup De Grace! He jumps off but Tony rolls out of the way. Balor rolls through the impact and turns to run back at Tony but The Don catches him with a big Spinebuster! He makes the pin!



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Balor kicks out! Tony brings him back up and hits a big Body Punch that keels him over. He then wraps him up and lifts him up for a Gutwrench Suplex but Balor flips out and lands on his feet. Tony goes to wipe him out with a Clothesline but Balor ducks it and flips back so when Tony turns around he eats a Pele Kick to the face! He stumbles backwards into the corner from the impact and Balor runs at him, connecting with a Running Shoulder Thrust into the corner! Tony falls to all fours holding his gut while Finn goes to the top rope. D'Angleo is trying to get to his feet but he's not quick enough because Balor flies off with a Double Foot Stomp to the back of the head! He makes the pin!



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D'Angleo kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: The Television Champion has a lot to lose in this match. His challenger is on a 3 match winning streak and-

Sami Zayn: And I haven't been pinned since Wrestlemania. Meanwhile Finn over there can't seem to stop fumbling every 2 steps. Did you see his early elimination in the King of the Ring? I would never.

Tom Phillips: Well you weren't in it and you cost him the match in the first place so-

Sami Zayn: Semantics.


Balor brings up Tony and gets him in a front facelock. He makes sure to turn so he can see Zayn and tells him this is his future as he sets up for 1916 but Tony instead uses his size and power to picks him up and rush him forward and tackle him into the corner. He keeps him in place as he goes to the top rope and then pulls him up along with him. He clubs him in the back a few times before he reaches down at his waist and brings him up for the Gutwrench Superplex! Balor bounces up high from the impact and D'Angelo makes the cover.



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Balor gets the shoulder up at 2! The Don brings the Television Champion up and reached down at his waist. He's going for the Northern Lights but Balor wraps his legs around him and pulls him into a Guillotine! D'Angelo punches him in a ribs a few times to loosen his grip before straight tossing him in a Back Body Drop! Finn sits up as the pain radiates through his body but Tony pulls him right back up. The Demon Princes thinks fast and gives him a thumb to the eye to buy some time. The don is temporarily blinded and Balor runs at him for a Slingblade! He pops back up only to get hit with another! He gets up again but this time as Balor runs at him, he catches him and executes the Spinning Belly to Belly! No need to see when you got someone that close. He makes the pin!



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Balor kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: The strength and size advantage is proving to be a bit much for Finn Balor.

Sami Zayn: Imagine being beaten because of something so simple. I'd never allow that to happen. He deserves to lose that title and luckily it'll happen soon but how about we add a little insult to injury.

Tom Phillips: Oh no what do you think you're doing. Get back here!


Zayn takes off the headset and walks on over to the ring where Balor is trying to get up by the ropes. The ref is checking on Tony's eye as Sami walks over to Finn to make sure he gets in Balor's face and taunts him about not being a good champion before he decks him in the face.  Tony notices this and walks over to the ropes and tells him he doesn't need his help. Sami tells him to mind his business or else. Tony doesn't take too kind to the threat and steps on the middle rope to lean over and point at him, telling him he better watches what he says to The Don of UWF. D'Angelo doesn't notice Finn slip between his legs and pull him into a School Boy! The ref drops dwon to make the pin as Balor pulls on his tights!



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




Balor rolls out of the ring right away and celebrates while Tony complains to the ref about the tights and Zayn's involvement. He walks over to where Zayn is but Sami gets the hell out of dodge and just retreats through the crowd. D'Angelo keeps talking with the ref about what happened as the show moves on.




The titantron switches from the Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. Where backstage? The locker room, of course! Which locker room? The nWo's own personal one, obviously! And who do we find there if not The "Good Guy" herself, Bayley, icing her hands after her first bout of sanctioned in-ring action since Wrestlemania.

Speaking of, while she's alone (with the cameraman) at first, it isn't long at all before someone else joins her in there. The crowd "Oooooh's" like a classroom when somebody gets called to go to the Principle's Office over the intercom - and why? Because its Eric Bischoff arriving on the scene. Easy E is holding an ice pack to his head, likewise nursing the wear and tear from the match. Bayley stands up when he arrives and the two of them share a tense stare down.

Were things settled in the ring earlier? Is the water under the bridge? Over the dam? Anywhere else? Its hard to say if there's a begrudging, mutual respect in the air, or a simmering violence about to boil over all over again.

Said tension is promptly stomped all over when Rick Rude walks into the place, singing!

Rick: Heyyyy, hey Bayley! Ooh! Ah! I wanna knooooow, would ya be my girl?

The Ravishing One is in much higher spirits than either of the other two as he stands between them, keeping them separated while also embracing each with an arm on both sides.

Rude: So does everyone have everything out of their system now?

The beefy arm of Rude is weighing too heavy on the banged-up shoulder of Bischoff. Eric slinks out of his old pal's grip before answering.

Bischoff: I think we could both agree to have had our opportunity to air some grievances as well as to release some pent-up aggression, no?

The arm on Doctor of Huganomics' shoulder, meanwhile, is sitting on a very cold place indeed, as the typically swooning Bayley is icy towards the IC Contender.



Bayley: Oh yeah. Feeling loads better now. Lets do it again some time.

Sensing that things aren't actually so honky dory with her, Rick checks in to see if Bayley's still salty about everything that happened last week.

Rude: So, I’m sensing some hostility here. Babe, we talked about this months ago. You can’t honestly tell me that you’re mad about that?

Bayley: Mad? About that? Psssh. Nope. Not me. Everything's fine. Really fine. Finer than fine. Didn't bother me at all. Why would it have?

Rude: Forgive me for using the cliche line, but she meant nothing to me! How’s about, since we’re all finished here, I'll take you out on the town tonight?

Rude places his hands upon Bayley’s shoulders as he begins to rub and squeeze them. As The Ravishing One tries to make nice with Bayley, she backs away, now in a big hurry all of a sudden.

Bayley: Actually, I gotta get going. I've got a little something something booked up for later in the show and I gotta make sure all the t's and i's are dotted and crossed, ya know?

Rude:Well, you do what you’ve got to do. I’ll go ahead and call the limo up, you just call or text or something whenever you’re ready, ok?  

Rude leans in, as if to offer up a kiss, but Bayley rushes out the door with just a wave, leaving Rick and Eric alone together in the locker room.

Rude: Remind me again why that was a good idea last week?

Bischoff: Hey, you said it yourself…you needed to get some more of that oomph back. I couldn’t think of any other way than to bring out something vintage for you. She’ll calm down, you know how she is…she’s just gotta find some way to vent out her frustrations and channel all of that negative energy into something.

Rude: And here I was hoping that it would get funneled out onto you, tonight. I guess not. Where the hell is Kyle, anyways?

Bischoff shrugs.

Bischoff: Shoot him a text? I don’t know. Speaking of dotting I’s and crossing T’s…have you spoken with Big Kev or Scott?

Rude: Yeah, those two bozos are so used to you doing everything for them, they let their wrestling licenses expire, so EC3 had to nullify the contracts. Can you believe it?

The camera begins backing out of the locker room as it fades to some action elsewhere in the arena.




The scene opens with Seth Rollins facing the camera with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams standing beside him.


Seth Rollins: Well, hello Minneapolis, Minnesota. Your most grateful hero…..the Messiah is here.


Yeah, I already know you love me so much. You all already know what has been happening lately. As you see, I just want to address what happened last week. I honestly admit Roman caught me off guard last week when he got his Bloodline involved in my match with Robert Roode. They have cost me the win right after I dismantled the Tribal Chief beforehand. But Roman, I am pretty sure you are smiling right now while you lay there in your hospital. Enjoy your fun while it lasts. But when it comes to the FInal Battle, we both step into that ring. You better be ready because I am going to finish what I started. I am going to show the whole world that you’re not a Tribal chief. You are just nothing a fraud and you pretend to be something you are not. That is why I have offered you a chance to let me help you and what did I get in return.  A slap in the face and that hurts me alot ROman. You and I have been fighting together in the Shield for a extremely long time and this is the respect I get from my own brother.


No, I won’t stand the disrespect from you or from anyone in that locker room. I have tried to help you, Roman. But it seems to me that you won’t need it. But it is ok because Ihave found two disciples in Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. They are willing to help me spread the word of God and help save UWF from all the madness. They are willing to take a chance and follow all my teachings. Unlike you, they respect me and honor me as their Messiah. You see Roman. I already know what type of man you are. You are just scared to admit that you are not good like you used to be. You know you need help. But you are too afraid to use it. You rather lose an eerie match and turn your whole career into a shame by becoming none other than a worthless jobber. But that is ok. I feel you are Roman. That is why at the Final Battle, when we face off in that very ring. I am going to help you and show you the way of life. I am going to help you as one of my disciples and help you become one of the greatest superstars in UWF. You won’t need to thank me right after I beat you. No, I only need you to take it as a gift from your good friend who has been by your side during the good and bad times in Shield. So Here’s my farewell message to you, Roman. Good luck and I will help bless your soul by cleaning it fully at the Final Battle.


Now that is over with. Let me bring my attention to the subject at hand. My opponent tonight is none other than the UWF Champion himself LA Knight. LA Knight, you are a worthy opponent that I am facing tonight. I can see why these people adore you and enjoy your presence while you reject them. Like I have said before, I have been watching you ever since you have stepped foot in UWF. I have seen your rise and fall. I was there and I witnessed it. Now you have risen up and won the most ultimate prize here in UWF and that is the UWF Championship. I must admit you have earned my respect because you have worked so hard to win it. But as you and I know that I have won that UWF championship along with the I.C. Championship before. So it isn’t really anything new. I have held the UWF Championship and have fought many battles. I already know how it feels to be a real champion. I can still remember when I held itf over my shoulder and stepped foot into every arena of every stadium. I missed wearing it and showing off winning my most prized possession back then. But that was back then and now is the present.


LA Knight, you have to remember that you just got your first taste of becoming UWF Champion. But the real question is how long do you think you can keep it? Maybe a month or two. Probably three weeks or the whole year. You have to think about it. You may be the UWF Champion for now. But you have to make sure you keep watching your back because someday you might lose that UWF Championship to someone. That someone may be someone who you haven’t faced before. Yes, It can possibly be me LA Knight.


You haven’t faced anyone like me before. You may not think I am a worthy opponent. But don’t let my looks fool you man. My looks can sometimes confuse you and not show you the real thing. You see not only am I a Messiah. I have been chosen by God himself. He has sent me as the hero to save UWF from all the mess that has been spewing through UWF for years. All the toxic mess that has ruined and sent people fleeing. They have scared every single one that wrestler in UWF. They are afraid to step up to the plate. I can see so many negative things that have flowing into the veins of every single superstar. They may not admit it because they are hiding it. They don’t want to show anyone their true colors. That is why God has appointed me as the true savior to save you and everyone.


I can see you are one of them that have been caught in the mess that Triple H has created. I knew that some of the poison would still be here right after I sent Hunter away. It was way too good to be true to make everyone that UWF have been saved. No, the job isn’t finished yet. That is why I am here. LA, I am extremely sorry to say this. But you are a victim of the system of corruption. You may not know you are. But I know because I have seen it. I can sense it. I can see you are confused. But it is ok. That is why it is screwing up your mind whenever you try to prepare for your opponent Ciampa. I honestly know how it feels. It hurts me inside too. LA Knight. That is why we are put in a match to fight.


It isn’t about competition. No. It is about me helping you LA Knight. I am going to help you by cleaning all the sins that have disrupted your mind all these years. Not only would I offer you my help. I will save you from all this madness that have corrupted everyone’s souls. As you see, If you haven’t figure it out just yet LA Knight. All the troub;es that you are in right now is because of that troublemaker Triple H. He has corrupted your souls with deadly poison. That is why I have been sent from God himself to save you from him. You see you may have your sou;s be poised by the Devil himself. But the holy savior is here to save the day. I am Messiah and I am here to save you LA Knight. Not only would I save you and get rid of every sin that has messed up your mind. I shall teach you the teaching that will get rid of the corruption that has plagued your mind for years. When I finished defeating you tonight LA Knight. You and everyone would open your eyes and realize that you have been saved by one person. You shall realize that you have been saved by the holy savior of God himself…..the Messiah Seth Rollins!


Before I go, here’s a word from my disciples.


Trick Williams: What’s up Minneapolis, Minnesota. It's ya boy Trick and Carmelo. We are in da house. Ya heard. Ya already have heard from the Messiah himself. Ya see he got distracted by those goonies the Bloodlines. This happens after we attack their Tribal Chief. But pay back is going to be a bitch if ya know what I mean. Ya know Roman is gonna have to pay because he got his boys stuck in our business. So there shall be some consequences and I hope the fake Tribal Chief is watching tonight. Not only will the Messiah defeat the UWF Champion LA Knight easily. That is just gonna bring us to fulfill our mission. It will just make everyone see that the gold is among us and it is coming home with the Messiah. Ya think The Messiah was playing around when he attacked Roman. Nah playa. He means business. Hey Bloodline, ya may be part of Reign’s crew and all. But ya just step out of line. Ya are going to pay for the consequences that are going to come haunt you back. If ya mess with the Messiah, ya are gonna mess with his disciples. If ya think ya are gonna get the last laugh last week. Ya better think again partner. I can promise ya that at the Final Battle, there is going to be one winner at the end of the night. That is gonna be none other than the Messiah himself Seth Rollins. Ya gonna face the hard truth Roman because ya are getting a huge beatdown by the holy savior himself. At the Final Battle, The Messiah will clean every sin that has corrupted your soul and help you become a new man after he pin ya for the three counts.



As for the LA Knight. The UWF Champion better watch his back because the Messiah is coming for him hard. He is gonna slice and dice him easily. ONced the UWF Champion was defeated tonight. Everyone shall see that a future UWF Champion is coming. The Messiah goal shall be completed when he once again regains the UWF Championship that he lost. Which is why tonight, the goal is coming home to your h9oly savior…the Messiah himself ... .Seth Rollins!!!


Anyway, enough about me talking. Let’s hear from the future of UWF.


Carmelo Hayes: Yeah, that's right. Ya already know what is going down tonight. Ya have heard from my man Trick and the Messiah. Ya are going to see champagne poppin tonight right after Messiah wins over the UWF Champion. Sure, the Messiah may have lost track in his match against Robert Roode. But it still doesn’t make the man glorious ya heard. He is far from that. He is still a former shell of himself. He knows I am telling you the truth. The truth hurts. But it's ok. He is gonna learn the hard way sooner than later.


Now as for your Roman. Ya boys the Bloodline made your point last week. Ya just made the biggest mistake. Ya shouldn’t have got involved in the Messiah’s match. So I hope ya are ready to pay for the horrible consequences that are heading your way. Ya see you got involved with the wrong crew. Ya see ya got the upper hand in this battle. Ya better believe the war is far from over man. The Messiah and his disciples are gonna show ya how to get the job done. We are gonna take over UWF. Ya are not ready for us. We are gonna promise ya that the Messiah will come out on top no matter what happens. Ya Tribal Chief is scared to face Seth himself. He is way too scared. That is why you're helping him. Just admit to Solo that Roman is too afraid to fight his own battles. That is why he is always losing here in UWF. Have you looked at his track record as of late? I guess ya and your buddy are too blind to see what is in front of ya. But if ya probably need glasses to see through the lens and see ya boy have been on a losing streak as of late. He just ain’t cutting it like he used to be. Ya feel me? That is why he needs help from the holy savior himself.


But no, the Tribal Chief refused the worthy offer. That is a big mistake on ya part Roman. It’s too bad that ya were extremely scared to take up the offer to revive your dead career. I hate to speak the truth, man. But ya whole career is already dead in the toilet. If ya think ya are gonna defeat the Messiah at the Final Battle? Ya better think twice again man. Ya gonna get your ass whooped easily. When the holy savior wipe the floor with ya. He is gonna come for the goal. That’s right. He is gonna show ya how it's done tonight. He is gonna walk in and walk out as your future UWF Champion after he defeat ya boy LA Knight in a non title single match.


Let’s be real. LA Knight may have earned his stripes and all. He got his props and my props for that. But he seriously is going to be in an early rude awakening if he thinks he can defeat the Messiah tonight. If he thinks his classic Yeah catch phrases and bodyguard are going to help him. He better watch out. He is gonna need all the help he can get because he gonna lose badly man. As much as I respect ys LA Knight. Tonight, it isn’t gonna be your game man. When the smoke is clear, Ya are gonna realize that ya just open ya eyes and see the future right in front of ya. Ya are gonna realize that ya got defeated by the man who not only will be the one to dethrone you as UWF Champion in the future. Ya gonna get a taste of horrible defeat and stomped on badly by the holy savior himself. When the smoke clears up and the bell rings. Ya are gonna realize that the referee will be raising the hand of one winner. That winner of the match and who is your future opponent in reclining his UWF Championship is none other than the holy savior of God…..Seth Rollins.


Ya see once the Messiah beat LA Knight. By the end of the year, Ya are gonna witness the greatest thing that has happened upon us. UWF, ya are gonna witness the holy savior will save all your poor souls and get rid of the sins that have corrupted your small minds. Ya are gonna witness that your holy savior will be getting closer to winning the UWF Championship again and then that is when you know he shall save UWF from all the mass destruction of hell that have plagued it for years.


Ya heard it from the future of UWF himself. Tonight, your winner of the match against the future former UWF Champion LA Knight is none other than the holy savior himself….the Messiah Seth Rollins!


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






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

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

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

The arena darkens as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

AYYYYY YOOOO!!!!



Suddenly, the big screens ignite with flashing lights and pulsating beats. The Influencer, Logan Paul, steps out onto the stage and is bathed in lights. An undeniable smirk is painted across his face. He claps his hands together and starts his walk to the ring, his excitement uncontrollable.



Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 205 pounds, with 23.5 Million Subscribers, and over 6 Billion Views, The Ultimate Influencer...... LOGAN PAUL!!!

Logan makes his way up the ring stairs and grabs hold of the top rope. He jumps over the ropes with ease. He heads over to the corner and climbs the ropes to pose for the sea of people.



Logan jumps down and starts to remove his ring jacket preparing for competition.


VS


DING DING DONG

Paul, and Orton are ready, They circle awaiting an opening, Paul makes the first mistake as Orton goes for the leg but Logan is quick to guard, as he anchors and grabs the waist of Orton, He spins and lifts Orton up for a gut-wrench suplex, Orton is quick firing with an elbow that causes Paul to let go. Randy uses Pauls closest arm, He drags him over and onto his bottom. Orton locks in a headlock on Logan, Paul scrambles to his feet, Orton keeps the head lock in, Paul drops to his knee causing Orton's face to bounce off his shoulders. Logan gets to his feet he runs to the ropes, He springboards, He attempts to catch Orton with a Logan cutter off the ropes, Orton tries to catch Logan with something from out of nowhere but Logan some how connects with a cutter that's quiet not right...

Mauro Ranallo: "Springboard cutter off the ropes..."

Tom Phillips:"Paul may have made a viral moment with that display..."

Corey Graves"Orton tried to hit something but Logan was too quick..."

Logan kips up to his feet,  Orton is dazed, slowly getting to his knees. Logan charges, He looks to be going for a jumping knee, as Orton makes it to his feet. Orton ducks and sends Logan over the ropes. However, Logan ends up in the ropes, Orton turns, and Logan springboards onto the top rope, launching himself at Orton going for a cross body but Orton catches Logan mid-air, countering with a power slam...

Tom Phillips: "Power slam by Orton!"

Orton gets to his feet, He begins to go on the hunt circling, Logan stumbles to his feet, turning towards Orton just as The Viper lunges for the RKO. But Logan twists out of the way at the last second, shoving Orton into the ropes. Orton rebounds, and Logan leaps, catching him with a perfectly executed dropkick. Orton falls back first into the ropes, His facial expression one of annoyance. Logan is already back on the attack, He sends Orton over the ropes with a lariat, Orton goes over the top rope, He lands on his feet, He is trying to regain his composure. Logan, bounces off the opposite ropes and sprints towards Orton, diving through the ropes with a suicide dive that connects, Orton gets catapulted into the ring barrier as Logan is his own biggest hype-man...

Mauro Ranallo: "Suicide DIVE!"

Logan drags Orton up before whipping him across ringside directing him towards one of the four steel corners of the ring. Orton's head bounces off the ring post. Orton disoriented stumbles, Logan charges forwards as he steps up the steel steps launching him self directly towards Orton, He connects with a flying elbow, That sends Orton into the ringside padding...

Corey Graves: "Logan is the young mans veteran!"

Logan Paul stands over Orton, a confident smirk on his face, He takes a moment to bask in the moment, before grabbing Orton and rolling him back into the ring. Logan follows, climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms, Logan goes to go for a frog splash, But Orton is already recovering, Logan realises change of plans are necessary, He waits a moment. As Orton gets to his feet, Logan leaps, He attempts a missle drop kick, Orton with his ultra instinct, Sidesteps as he directs Logan away and crashing hard into the canvas...

Mauro Ranallo: "High-risk with no reward"

Orton, sensing an opportunity, begins delivering a series of methodical stomps to Logan's limbs, targeting his arms, legs, and chest in classic Orton fashion. Each stomp is precise and painful, Orton seems to be taking more pleasure than usual with each stomp as he is sick of this young upstart getting the better of him...

Tom Phillips: "Orton is systematically picking Logan apart"

 Orton pulls Logan up, hooking his head and arm for a suplex. He lifts Logan high into the air, holding him vertically for a few seconds before dropping him back-first onto the mat. Orton knows it's going to take much more than the basics to keep this one down, He gets to his feet, He lifts Logan up before connecting with a vicious rights as he holds Logan upright. Each strike harder than the last. A moment of clarity for Logan sensing where the duo are in the ring. Logan is quick as he hooks Orton in and jumps causing both guys to flip through the air, The spanish fly, The landing is a bit awkward as Orton's neck lands bottom turnbuckle. Paul seizes the opportunity, realizing the damage he might have inflicted on Orton's neck. Logan quickly pulls Orton away from the corner, dragging him to the center of the ring. He goes for the cover, hooking the leg...

Tom Phillips: "A spanish fly right into the turnbuckles, Not something you see every day..."

Corey Graves: "Innovative is what you call that! Ring awareness out the kazoo"

One...

Two...

Orton kicks out, Logan, undeterred, gets to his feet. He pulls Orton up, Logan whips Orton into the ropes, but Orton reverses, sending Logan into the ropes instead. Logan bounces back, and Orton goes for a clothesline, but Logan ducks under it. Logan rebounds off the ropes again, and this time he attempts a spinning heel kick, Orton catches the boot, Logan pushes off Ortons hands as he backflips away from danger, Logan shakes his head, No respect what so ever, Orton face is that of a stern father who is about to unload a load of ass whooping...

Orton charges at Logan, but Logan sidesteps, sending Orton into the turnbuckle. Logan quickly capitalizes, delivering a series of quick strikes to Orton's midsection, each punch hurts like fuck because of the steel rod or whatever is in Pauls hand. Orton grunts in pain, pushes Logan away and swings for a haymaker. Logan ducks under, bounces off the ropes, and attempts a springboard back elbow.

Mauro Ranallo: "Going for another springboard move..."

Orton, however, has seen this move before. He catches Logan mid-air, lifting him up for a back suplex, Logan is planted hard into the canvas, Orton is in control, He gets to his feet as he feeds Logan between the ropes, He drapes his legs over the middle rope, He has his head between his arm, It's vintage Orton, Orton goes for the ddt but Logan gets his feet free as he catches Orton with a surprise bridging suplex from the under position. Orton's shoulders are on the canvas as Logan holds both legs away from the ropes...

Mauro Ranallo: "Vintage Ort- Oh Logan has reversed it into a bridging suplex pin attempt..."

One...

Two...

...Thr—

Orton kicks out at the last possible moment! Logan Paul can't believe it. He slams the mat in frustration but quickly refocuses, knowing he can't afford to lose his momentum. Logan stands up and lifts Orton to his feet, Orton is quick as a snake, He jumps up going for an RKO out of nowhere, Logan with senses well beyond his years, turns the RKO on its head, Logan midair is able to turn the RKO into a back breaker, Ortons back comes crashing down on Pauls knees...

Corey Graves: "How does that even work!"

Logan is laughing as he rolls under the ropes, He begins to look to the center of the ring, As he uses the ropes to stand, From the apron Paul waits for Orton to stand. Orton stumbles to his feet he is holding his back, He is yelling curses under his breath, On sea legs he turns around, Paul uses the top rope to springboard over, He rotates mid air, As he lands he looks to go for the springboard lariat but not even a moment after his feet touch the canvas, Orton has sprung, Orton wraps the head over his shoulder bringing it down with a devastating RKO. Orton hooks both legs...

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

The bell rings to signify the end of the match. Randy Orton lies on top of Logan Paul, both exhausted but Orton victorious.



Tom Phillips: "What a match! Orton with the RKO out of nowhere to secure the victory!"

Mauro Ranallo: "That was an incredible display from both men. Logan Paul proved he can hang with the best, but tonight, The Viper was just too much."

Corey Graves: "Logan Paul brought his A-game, but Orton's experience and ring awareness prevailed. What a finish!"

Randy Orton slowly gets to his feet, the referee raising his arm in victory. Logan Paul rolls to the ringside...




The scene cuts to a darkened room that is only lit by a flickering flame. The camera is zoomed in on the flame in a static shot.

Mauro Ranallo: What is this?

Corey Graves: Is this a séance or something?

Tom Phillips: It certainly appears that way.

A familiar voice calls out.

Rhea Ripley: Welcome everyone.

The camera instantly zooms out and focuses on none other than Rhea Ripley.

Mauro Ranallo: Uh-oh. It’s Rhea Ripley! We haven’t seen her since she, and Jamie by proxy, challenged the LWO to a match.

Corey Graves: All that build for a flop.

Tom Phillips: Otherwise known as “The Story of Corey Graves’ Career.”

Corey Graves: Who fed you that line, Jamie Hayter?

Rhea Ripley: As you can see, my best friend Jamie and I have been busy.

The zooms out further and the eerie lighting shows an effigy of Eddie Guerrero and Eve in a double wide coffin.

Rhea Ripley: Jamie and I have been preparing for a very special moment. We’ve been preparing for war. With how much the LWO has been demanding a match against me, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Be careful what you wish for. So many people would tell them not to open Pandora’s Box. I’ll be honest, I thought that Eddie Guerrero and Eve Torres demanding a match against me and Jamie was hilarious. Once the hilarity wore off, I was told it wasn’t a joke.

Rhea’s face instantly changes from laughter to an angry scowl, one that would intimidate anyone.

Rhea Ripley: Now that I know that this match pitting me and Jamie against the LWO at Final Battle is actually happening, I won’t be making any jokes. I won’t joke about how nobody takes the LWO seriously at all. Nobody takes them as a threat. Even with my best friend’s win-loss record this year, she can still scare people and beat them up. People still believe that Jamie can knock their heads off. People still believe that I can twist them into pretzels. Nobody in anyway shape or form believes that the LWO can do anything right.

Rhea approaches the coffins with a can of gasoline and liberally coats effigies in the double coffin with the fuel.

Rhea Ripley: So, now this has become nothing more than a requiem for two careers, the careers of Eddie Guerrero and Eve Torres.

Rhea pulls out a book of matches.

Rhea Ripley: Eddie, Eve. It didn’t have to be like this. You could’ve just let this go after we all had a good laugh, but you kept annoying everyone, and it’s up to me and Jamie to put you out of everyone’s misery. That's why I asked EC3 for a No DQ match and he accepted.

Rhea strikes a match and then uses it to ignite the rest of the book before throwing it into the casket. The effigies instantly ignite.

Rhea Ripley: What a fitting visual. The careers of Eddie and Eve going up in smoke.

Rhea glares right into the camera.

Rhea Ripley: What I put these two effigies through pales in comparison to what Jamie and I will do to the real Eddie and Eve at Final Battle. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

Rhea smirks as the scene fades out.




All eyes back on the ring! What's this? The squared circle isn't set for an athletic contest. Not at all! It’s being perverted by what might could be called a talk / variety show set. Sofa cushions. Potted plants. End tables. The works.

In the middle of it, a white door, and on that white, a sign that reads "DING DONG, HELLO!" The camera zooms in on it just as some showbiz jazz fusion hits the PA, and who comes bursting through that door if not The "Good Guy" herself?



DING DONG

Bayley: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO~!

The fans give it up for the Doctor of Huganomics, who dressed up all professional for the occasion. Its been nearly a year since she graced the UWF Universe with a live edition of her hit segment, but this? This is a special occasion.

With cue cards in one hand and a microphone in the other, Bayley gets right to work.

Bayley: Hello everybody and welcome to the Ding Dong, Hello Show!

Her high spirits are downright infectious. She was born for this. Move over, Ellen. Kick rocks, Rosie.



Bayley: Folks, its been a hot minute but rest assured we've got the biggest guests and the juiciest gos in the game so what I need from you right now is to sit back, kick up your feet and enjoy yourselves because tonight its my absolute pleasure to welcome a first-timer to the show! Don't call her a virgin, though! Ahahaa!

There's a confused mumbling in the arena. Who could this guest be, the fans wonder. The "Good Guy" points up the ramp.

Bayley: You know her from last week when she made out with Rick Rude on national television - ladies and gents, give it up for Chrisanne Kaminski!



Said lady comes out from Gorilla, just tickled pink to be on TV two weeks in a row. She's smiling and waving at the fans, loving every second of this fifteen minutes of fame, too caught up in the moment to be paying any attention to the words in the entrance music that Bayley's selected for her entrance.


Ranallo: Fellas, I think the Ding Dong, Hello Show is about to take a big bite of Jerry Springer's market share here.

Phillips: I just can't imagine this ending well.

Graves: Forget about ending well - its starting bad. What kinda bad karma have I racked up to deserve to see Bayley in the ring twice in one show? It must be the summer solstice cause this feels like the longest night of my life.


Chrisanne has some trouble stepping through the ropes on account of her high heels. Bayley rushes over to hold them for her, then embraces her guest with a big, faux-genuine hug before showing her to her seat. When the music cuts out, Bayley starts the talk show interview.

Bayley: Oh my gosh, Chrisanne, thank you soooo much for making the trip out here to beautiful Minneapolis. First time in the midwest?

Her guest looks around the arena again - still awestruck by the everything about this. She waves a little. Bayley snaps her fingers in front of her face to get her attention back. EC3's only given her six minutes for the seg.

Chrisanne: Oh... right! Hehe. Um... well... actually... my sister lives in Albuquerque and we went out there for Thanksgiving last year so -

Bayley: So no, not really you're saying. Well hey, make sure to make the most of it while you're here, honey. Maybe check out the Mall of America. Lots of great places to shop there, I bet. Oh, but I guess those would be new clothes and you like wearing other people's stuff, don't ya? Shame... such a shame.

Chrisanne: Well actually... wait, what?

Bayley: Or hey, why not go see a Twins game, huh? Ya like baseball? Stealing bases do anything for ya? Good news is that these Twins are the real McCoy, too. Nothing obviously fake about them. Unlike some people's...

Chrisanne: I don't really like baseball...



Bayley: Ain't that just the way. Let's move on. So Chrisanne... that's a pretty name. Where's that from?

Chrisanne: My name? Its short for Chrysanthemum. My mom just loves flowers.

Bayley: No kidding? Did she ever plant tulips on someone else's property?

Chrisanne: I don't think so...

Bayley: So its not hereditary, then...

Chrisanne: What isn't?

Bayley: Being a skank, Chrisanne. Being. A. Skank.

Its getting a little hot under the collar in the arena all of a sudden.


Ranallo: Aaaaaaaand there it is.

Phillips: I wonder if Bayley's gonna poison the guest again.


Chrisanne has finally caught the vibe that she's walked directly into an ambush. She looks over her shoulder. Nervously. Bayley notices.


Bayley: You think you can outrun me, Chrisanne? Do you? Were you a sprinter in track in high school? Cause I was. I was a sprinter in track in high school. You can't outrun shit, homewrecker.

Chrisanne: I think there's been a big misunderstanding?

Bayley: Oh you do, do you?

Chrisanne: Yeah. Definitely. See I just thought -

Bayley: No, Chrisanne, you venom-lipped siren, that's the problem. You weren't thinking. Not last week, anyway. Not when you were slobbering all over yourself like a hungry street dog howling for scraps out back behind the restaurant. Roll tape!

The "Good Guy" points her pen up at the big screen while it replays footage from last week's show. We see Rick Rude inviting Chrisanne to the the ring after she flashes the camera. We see them making out. We see her faint. The feed cuts out there.

Bayley: Interesting stuff. Really... really... interesting stuff.

Chrisanne: Ohmygosh was that your husband? I'm so so sosososo sorry! I didn't know!

Bayley: No, he's not my husband, he's -

Chrisanne: Your boyfriend?!?! If I knew that I would have never -

Bayley: No, we're not technically using labels like boyfr -

Chrisanne: Well if you two aren't like... ya know... "official"... then what's the big deal?

Bayley's eye twitches.


Phillips: Chrisanne... run for your life.

Graves: Its a fair point.

Ranallo: Stay out of it Corey or you're liable to catch a stray.


Bayley quietly and calmly removes her glasses. And then her earrings. Then she puts down her cue cards.

Chrisanne: Look, all I'm saying is if you two were the real thing then there surely woulda been a ring. That's what they say where I come from, anyway.

Bayley nods as she stand up out of her chair.

Bayley: And hey, look, I'd love to hear a lot more about the traditions and wisdoms of Slut-ganistan some time, but by my count, we're about ninety seconds out from commercial break, so we're just gonna have to speed this along. Fun fact of my own, though... did you know that the jaguar, despite being smaller than its relatives - tigers and lions -  has the strongest bite among all felines, being able to kill its prey almost instantly, by destroying its skulls, preferably at the base of the skull, between the ears.

Leaning in closer, almost whispering now...

Bayley: I'm the jaguar, Chrisanne. I'm the jaguar.

Bayley bounces like said wild animal and knocks Chrisanne out of her chair. A classless but resounding "CAT FIGHT" chant erupts around the arena as The "Good Guy" rips her poor talk show guest to shreds. When she gets colour, security starts to funnel out from backstage. Being that none of them are very eager to get too close to the frenzy, they're soon outpaced by the next wave of folks running out from the back.

Rick Rude and Kyle O'Reilly blast past the law enforcement to hit the squared circle. Even Bischoff comes along, although in much less of a rush. Maybe he's just there to enjoy the show.


Ranallo: Well this was predictably trainwreckian.

Graves: I'm glad that precious prime time television minutes are dedicated to quality entertainment like this instead of say, oh, I don't know, a tag team division.


Rude and Kyle each grab and arm to pull Bayley off, but once there's some space, a bloodied and battered Chrisanne finds an opening to strike back. Like the Empire. She jumps at Bayley, knocking everyone off their feet, at which point security finally gets into the ring too. Its a mess. A debacle. Bodies are everywhere and nobody's sure which way is up or down. God has abandoned them all to their vices and violence.

In all that ruckus, Bayley finds her way to her original target and winds up to slap the ever lovin' bejeezus out of her. Some nameless hero of a security guard tackles the pending victim out of the way while another bumps into The "Good Guy" from behind, knocking her forward and directly into a new target who has just popped up behind where Chrisanne used to be.

Bayley slaps Rick Rude across the face.

The fans gasp! Bayley is shocked too, though maybe not as shocked as Rick. Last week, his tights had her prints all over them. Now a different cheek has been branded.

There's a moment where nothing happens. Time freezes. Nobody knows what to say or do. Then a half-dozen security guards swarm Bayley to drag her to the back. Bischoff is watching from ringside, eyes wide with bemusement. Rude is holding a hand to his slapped cheek. Kyle isn't sure what to do with himself - if he should still be trying to control his step-sister or if he should be swinging at people too.

Before long, the ring is cleared out, with Bayley being pulled to the back, Chrisanne being escorted out of the arena through the crowd - but in the ring, two remain. Kyle O'Reilly. Rick Rude. The former is about to chase after Bayley, but at the last second, turns around and sees Rick standing there. The Diabetic Dragon's face gets all screwed up, like he's wondering for the first time if this whole mess might not just be Rude's fault. The Ravishing One returns claps back with a raised eyebrow of his own - one that might just be saying "are you serious?"


Ranallo: I don't know what the hell exactly all that was supposed to accomplish, but lets not forget - Kyle O'Reilly will be defending his Intercontinental Championship against Rick Rude at Final Battle and it will be in a Sixty Minute Iron Man match!

Phillips: Where anyone's head is at ahead of what's sure to be a grueling marathon of a bout... I don't know. Both guys have said they want to put on a classic but just like last time out, it might get overshadowed by all this nWo drama.

Graves: Well Bayley was right about one thing - she was short on time so mercifully, we've got to go to break.


These two friends set to face off for the Intercontinental Championship at Final Battle stand amidst the wreckage of a talk show, the air between them suddenly pregnant with confusion and building animosity as the show goes to a commercial.


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Revolution stops for a moment, The screen goes backstage to The Juice and crew backstage awaiting their moment...



The "Juice" Robinson: "Carter you've been holding me back on my one leg for far too long, You don't want 218 pounds of PURE muscle beating ya guys, On one leg but let me tell you something. Juice is better than anyone else on one leg or two, But since you Carter don't have the Juice runnin' through your blood, You've gone SOFT, SOFT as Stay Puft Kevin Owens who was sent a-packin' by the Juice and Crew. You want these studs to wrestle weekly, That ain' going to happen, ya know why Ethan it's because these STUDS are a special attraction but you put my boy Austin under pressure going up against an unproven, Unsafe and downright disrespectful DOUCHE CANOE, LOGAN PAUL and you think Juice is goin' to let sleepin dogs lie? Nah, nah you see Carter effective immediately The Juice and Crew are walking away on one leg and never comin' back to this dump unless management sees some sense. Juice and Gunns... out..."

Revolution comes back to a screeching halt, The Gunns and Juice what a short run...




We're taken backstage where EC3 is standing by.



EC3: Tonight we've seen some great action and with Final Battle on the horizon we're sure to see a lot more. You've heard me add a stipulation to the intergender tag team match but there's a few members of the roster who have joined who don't have a match yet. That's why at Final Battle we'll see a four way between Logan Paul, Robert Roode, Tony D'Angelo and a mystery fourth member. The winner will receive a shot at the Prime Time Medal. Enjoy the rest of the show.






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.



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


L...A....Knight



"Welcome To LA" blares over the PA System and all the excitement in the arena turns to dread. Everyone knows exactly who is about to grace them with their presence. It is the one and only self proclaimed "Million Dollar Megastar" LA Knight. Sure enough, the man that represents LA, California bursts through the curtain and out onto the stage. The jeers he receives do not bother him. Knight simply stands tall, the UWF Championship shining on his shoulder.

Knight is walking down the ramp when suddenly Tommaso Ciampa comes running out from the back with a steel chair in hand and whacks him right across the back!


Tom Phillips: What the hell!

Corey Graves: Looks like The Don is finally getting some payback.

Mauro Ranallo: Payback? He's ruining the main event here tonight.

Corey Graves: Just like Knight ruined his match last week. Or perhaps his meal a few weeks ago. Paybacks a bitch.


Knight rolls down the ramp while Ciampa smiles and walks closer. The UWF Champion tries to pick himself up but Ciampa runs at him and delivers a Running Knee Strike with the chair! The referee tries to get Ciampa to leave and calls for more help and more refs come out from the back to try and get Ciampa away. Seth meanwhile isn't concerned with the nonsense and opts to just wait in the corner. Ciampa is taken to the back and the ref tries to get Knight some medical help from the ringside physician.


Tom Phillips: Well it looks like this match may not be happening here tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: Look at Seth. He's calling for the ref to give him the count out victory.


Knight is being helped to the back while the ref goes ahead and calls for the bell to give the count out.

VS


DING DING DING


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Knight looks back to see Seth's smug face and decides fuck that, He's gonna go back and fgight. The doc and the referees try and dissaude him but he shoves them away walks back down the ramp with a hunched back and busted eyebrow.


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Knight has made it into the ring. He looks at Seth who is bouncing up and down laughing as he watches Knight like prey. He starts throwing punches and bobbing and weaving around Knight who definitely looks like he's seen better days. Knight gets tired of his antics and throws a punch but Seth easily dodges it. He's cackling at the champ before grabbing him in a Side Headlock. Not the best idea as Knight now has him and ends up lifting him up for a Back Suplex but Seth manages to flip over and land on his feet, stumbling backwards into the corner. He looks surprised and LA runs at him but he gets the boot up to knock him back a few paces. Rollins then comes forward to give him Sling Blade! He makes the cover right away!



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Knight kicks out at 1! He may be hurt but he's not gonna give Rollins the satisfaction of getting a 2 count off one move. Rollins however stays on the attack and picks him up. He lifts him up to set up for the Falcon Arrow but Knight ends up landing behind him and gives him a Backstabber! Rollins ends up rolling out of the ring.


Mauro Ranallo: Looks like the champ isn't going to let a beating keep him down.

Tom Phillips: Rollins is taking things too lightly. He needs to remember that he's in the ring with the UWF Champion.


Knight tells him to come back in and Seth climbs onto the apron. Knight rushes him but Seth grabs onto him and hangs him on the top rope. He retreats to the center of the ring choking while Rollins climbs back up and comes off the ropes with a Springboard Knee to the side of the head! Knight falls to all fours and so The Messiah shoves his head between his legs and lift him up into a powerbomb but instead runs to the corner to deliver the Buckle Bomb! Knight hits hard and bounces out of the corner falling to his knees where Rollins follows up with Avada Kadavra! He pulls him away from the ropes to make the pin!



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Knight gets the shoulder up at 2! Seth decides he wants to add insult to injury and hoist Knight up over his shoulder. He's setting up for the Gravy Train but Knight kicks his feet and flips forward to sunset flip him only not going for the pin and instead popping back up. He's a little slower though and by the time he's up[ Seth throws a big punch but Knight ducks it and catches his arm, taking his back before delivering the Full Nelson Slam! With Seth down, Knight stands above him and spells out his name, the crowd chanting along before he drops the L.A. Elbow! He makes the pin!



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Rollins kicks out! Knight walks over to the corner and waits as Seth is getting to his feet. He moves in for the first part of Blunt Force Trauma but Seth dodges it and retaliates with a Superkick to the jaw! Knight's bell was already rung before the match began but he still tries to get up. He turns over onto all fours to try and pick himself up but it's only put him in perfect position for the Curb Stomp! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!




Seth celebrates his win while Knight gets checked on once again by the doc as the show moves on.




The scene opens on Vincent following the man as they enter what appears to be a warehouse.

Vincent: How’s this going to rehabilitate me physically? I don’t see a ring.

The man stops.

Mister Marseglia, before you get into any sort of physicality, I need to see that it’s not going to go awry. If I turn you loose, you’re going to do what you’ve done in the past and that means haphazard offense with no mind paid to defense. As I said when we first started meeting, my goal is to get you away from that. But I don’t trust that you’re fully ready to follow my lead, so I’ve set up a test.

The two approach a chair with a cloth draped over it. The man places his hand on top and, in one quick motion, removes the cloth and casts it aside. Vincent can’t believe his eyes.

Vincent: Sinn?

That is correct, Mister Marseglia. He is your test. Prove to me that my investment in your rehabilitation thus far has not been a waste and kill your past.

The man hands Vincent his axe as Vincent looks at it, then at Sinn, then raises the axe.

Vincent: I don’t usually say this when I kill, but in this case, I’m sorry…

Vincent swings the axe as a blood curdling scream is heard, red covering the screen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




We cut back to the ring to see EC3 and Drake Maverick standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand and a table set up behind him with two chairs for the contract signing for the main event of Final Battle.



EC3: Ladies and Gentlemen, as Final battle looms near, these next two men are the pinnacle of what makes the UWF what it is. For some it's a burning passion and a will to fight. For others, the simple fact that you can say you're the best this place has to offer. The King of the Ring has been a symbol for over a decade now that only the truly dedicated have been able to call themselves. I think both of these men would be fantastic challengers for the UWF Championship at Summerslam. So allow me to introduce first, the Prime Time Medalist, Shinsuke Nakamura!



Shinsuke Nakamura makes his way through the curtain, one hand on the gold piece of his Prime Time Medal, playfully moving it around so the light catches it. He chuckles before he tucks the medal into his shirt and makes his way down to the ring, walking with confidence down the ramp. Shaking his head side to side completely amused with himself as he lingers with every step down to the ring, he smirks up at the ring at EC3 before walking up the steel steps. Holding onto the ring post and leaning back before going across the ring apron and stepping into the ring, walking right up to EC3 and extending an open hand. When Carter shakes it, Nakamura gets a wild eyed smile on his face and his arm begins to shake and jolt as if being electrified as his body begins to shake and shiver.

Mauro Ranallo: The Maniacal Gyrations of Shinsuke Nakamura.
Corey Graves: I think the boss should think twice before just shaking Nakamuras hand like that, just ask Prince Nana.

Carter has a confused look on his face but Nakamura stops these wild motions and leans forward up to Carters face and giving him a wink before he lets go, wiping his hand on his jacket and looking at Maverick with a smile that curls up sinisterly. He bows to reach his eye level and extends his open hand to him, the look in his eyes makes Drake take pause. As Drake hesitates Shinsukes fingers curls into a fist and he closes his eyes and nods his head, amusingly accepting Drakes hesitance to shake his hand. Shinsuke looks out and raises his arm up presenting himself to everyone watching.




EC3: And the former Television Champion, The Mighty Caleb!





The smashing, heavy guitars of Eternal Champion's 'Skullseeker' hits the PA system and the crowd once again rise to their feet, this time in full, unadulterated admiration for their chosen King in waiting - The Mighty Caleb. Caleb steps out from the back, not in a suit but in his usual ring gear. Caleb raises a single fist into the air slowly and almost immediately the 'SKAL!' chants begin to ring out throughout the arena. Caleb nods his head and points his finger at his opponent who stands in the ring seemingly without a care in the world, standing with his typical nonchalance. Caleb then makes his way down the ramp, he bumps fists with some outreaching fans - but his eyes never drop from his main target who stands in the ring. Caleb stops at the foot of the ramp before he slowly circles the ring, his and his opponents eyes seemingly never breaking full contact. Caleb then climbs the ring steps and onto the top rope where he raises his horn high into the air for his clan in the crowd. Caleb then hops down and stands staring across the ring from his opponent. EC3 taking a cue from his handshake with Nakamura extends his hand to Caleb, Caleb looks at it perplexed before placing his fist in EC3's hand who also stands bemused. He repeats this with Maverick who motions for Caleb to take a seat. Caleb refuses - instead grabbing himself a microphone from the desk before speaking.



The Mighty Caleb: I do not care to sit here tonight and share pleasantries with the management of this realm nor do I wish to sit and chit-chat with my opponent at Final Battle. For tonight we stand over the very contract - a binding agreement to fulfil our duties, our obligations... our fate - to do battle in Rome. The Mighty Caleb must admit he has not read over this piece of parchment - nor does he intend to. I know what I am signing up for at Final Battle for I have watched your reign of terror ever since you stepped into the Revolution Realm a short while ago. In that short time you have struck fear into hearts of many with your serpentine tongue and this red venom you conjure from your mouth like a poisonous hel-beast.  

Nakamura smiles wryly as if to say 'who, me?' as Caleb continues.

Although I am wary of any conjurors trick and I do believe it to be just that... I am not scared. Because I have fought the men of this realm who have deemed themselves as something other than just a mere mortal man. I have vanquished Colossuses and I have slain the 'Horror King'. You... the King of Strong Style... do not strike fear into the heart of The Mighty Caleb, not with your sorcery nor with your wickedness. I do not fear you - but I do hold respect for what you can do in this ring. I have seen you strike down the strongest men of this realm - I have seen you reduce men to tears with your holds and I have watched as you have displayed your 'Strong Style' in the Revolution Realm. 

Caleb pauses for a moment before leaning over the desk to look into Nakamura's eyes.

But do not respect my respect for anything other than it is - respect. I will still step into Final Battle to just that... fight, do war and to conquer... and in Rome we will do battle Shinsuke - we will fight with all we have, I will fight in honour of the elders, the Gods and my realm and I will do all I must in order to perish your poison and vanquish your venom - I cannot and will not allow the crown of this realm to be corrupted by you - for all your warrior qualities you still stand before me a wicked and benevolent man. At Final Battle I must not only ensure that I fight well, that I fight with honour but I must ensure that when all is said and done, the throne and the crown will belong to The Mighty Caleb so that Caleb's Clan and the Revolution  Realm may have a king it can be proud of, a fighting king, a conquering king... and indeed... a Mighty King.

Shinsuke has a devil-may-care attitude as he waves his microphone in his hand before raising it and speaking.




Shinsuke Nakamura: ああ、そうだ。私の偉大な戦士である友人よ、山の頂上に一歩を踏み出す準備はできていると思うか？目の前にある山の本当の高さを見ることができず、その山が自分を踏みつけるときに何が起こるかを理解していない。

Nakamura speaks in Japanese and looks around with a smile as the audience don't understand his words, he shakes his head and puts a hand on his chest as if remembering something.

My words you don't understand, when spelled out on T.V you don't understand...When spoken to your face, you don't understand. Why Caleb? Why don't you understand Shinsuke Nakamura? Ah? Is it only because I speak Japanese? Noooo, Nooo that is not why, even when I speak English. You don't get me. I tell you why. もしライオンが話すことができたとしても、我々には理解できないだろう。. If a Lion could speak, we would not understand him. Just as you not understand me, for we are different in too many ways. Maybe think we are both great warriors, but you are warrior and I have warrior spirit. You fight, I am fighter. You take skulls, I make them bow. If the king of the Jungle spoke your language perfect, you would not understand the things he says just as The King of Strong Style speaks, and you do not understand...because you will never be a king yourself.

Shinsuke looks Caleb up and down, Caleb stands firm, shaking his head. Shinsuke studies him before shaking his head and crossing his arms.

You believe you can stop me, you can become king my expense. A Great Warrior like you can take my head and slay the King of Strong Style...Ouch, Oww, I am feelin weak!...hahaha, Weak from Hunger, I am starving for a real challenge to come my way...but instead of this challenge you bring, i think I will simply feast on your dreams. They seem fatter than your true skill, so learn that you don't stand up to Shinsuke Nakamura. Maybe you should start practicing kneeling. You think I'm playing games...and you are right. But I take my games, very very seriously. I play for keeps, I play the high stakes. And most important of all, I win because I don't... Play...Fair.

Shinsuke is getting closer to Caleb, right near his face, Caleb's eyes begin to light up - perhaps there will be a fight tonight after all. Shinsuke suddenly puts his free hand up so his two fingers massage at his neck symbolling his Dokugiri, His cheeks inflate as if being full of something ready to spit his venom out. But just as he seems ready to rear back and spit, he stops and smiles. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pen, as his smile grows wider the Red viscous liquid begins to dribble out of his mouth. As he starts to smile with teeth you see the red flowing out through his teeth and down his chin as he has a sadistic bloody looking devilish smile. Shinsuke brings his pen up and puts it to his chin before he grabs the contract and signs his name with the Red Poison. he turns and speaks to Caleb three last words.

Take A Knee.

Once he's done Shinsuke bows to his opponent, red still dripping from his mouth as he smirks towards him. Caleb stands fist cocked ready to fight before dropping it and shaking his head. Caleb walks raises his drinking horn and places his fingers into it, he draws out a black liquid, almost ink-like and proceeds to draw on his head a Tiwaz rune, a symbol of war, before placing his fingers upon the paper and smearing across it with a single swipe - thus signing the contract. The crowd roars as EC3 removes the contract from the table and goes to remove the microphones but Caleb stops him and takes the microphone up to his mouth one last time.

I bow to no man.

Caleb and Nakamura stand toe to toe now, the red viscous liquid still dripping from Shinsuke's mouth as the freshly painted warpaint glistens in the lights of the arena. Both men stand to toe to toe with neither man budging as Caleb slowly raises a single fist and begins to slowly pump it into the air as the crowd begin to chant 'SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!' - Caleb's Clan grow louder and louder in their chant as both men stand unerring in their respective glares as the crowd reaches fever pitch ahead of their King of The Ring final match at Final Battle. 



END OF SHOW



Credits



Orton vs Paul - Jye
Bayley vs Bischoff - Fauche
Knight vs Rollins, D'Angelo vs Balor - Danny

[Cwalker]

Sorry for not showing up this week. I already explained to Danny my reasoning as to why. I think it's my first no show all year. 

A good go home show. Everything moving along well. That 4way to get a shot at the PTM will be interesting. Good luck to everyone heading into Final Battle

[Evolution J]

Jun 23, 2024 12:14:29 GMT -6 Cwalker said:

Sorry for not showing up this week. I already explained to Danny my reasoning as to why. I think it's my first no show all year. 

A good go home show. Everything moving along well. That 4way to get a shot at the PTM will be interesting. Good luck to everyone heading into Final Battle

No worries. I always wondered why you didn't destroyed me. I didn't really deserved the win. But the show was awesome as usual. I am trying to give it all at the Final Battle PPV despite not feeling well at the moment due to the heat and rain. But the show must go on with the show ......in pain.

[mattchewie]

In all of the excitement of this week, somehow I forgot to even comment on this show.  

First, I would like to go ahead and make my nomination for promo of the month with Fauche's Ding Dong.............................................Hello.  (Awkward pause intentional).  During our weekly brainstorming he just pulls this wildcard out of the bag and I couldn't be more pleased.  I can't remember the last time that I snickered aloud that much during a promo.  Major props to him for all of that!

Now, it's always a pleasure to see "new" faces popping up.  We're definitely fleshing out the ranks, and I anticipate many bright things on the horizon!

Also, is it just me...or does anyone else hear Mr. Fuji while Shinsuke speaks?  I mean, I know Nakamura's voice well enough.  Just something about Rey's delivery makes me imagine Fuji.  $5 to Rey if he ever includes "vewy debious" in any promo in the near future.  However, Caleb faces his biggest challenge yet going up against Nakamura and I couldn't be more excited for it.

I love how Dres always says he's going to take some time off, then he's gone for like...one show? lol  Not knocking the man in any way, just saying if anyone needed any inspiration for dedication, just look up anything the man has done!  Glad to have you back, or teasing that you're back brother!

As always, grats to all of the winners.  I'm loving the storylines that keep beefing up, you diabolical bastards!

[Cwalker]

Jun 26, 2024 19:51:32 GMT -6 mattchewie said:

In all of the excitement of this week, somehow I forgot to even comment on this show.  

First, I would like to go ahead and make my nomination for promo of the month with Fauche's Ding Dong.............................................Hello.  (Awkward pause intentional).  During our weekly brainstorming he just pulls this wildcard out of the bag and I couldn't be more pleased.  I can't remember the last time that I snickered aloud that much during a promo.  Major props to him for all of that!

Now, it's always a pleasure to see "new" faces popping up.  We're definitely fleshing out the ranks, and I anticipate many bright things on the horizon!

Also, is it just me...or does anyone else hear Mr. Fuji while Shinsuke speaks?  I mean, I know Nakamura's voice well enough.  Just something about Rey's delivery makes me imagine Fuji.  $5 to Rey if he ever includes "vewy debious" in any promo in the near future.  However, Caleb faces his biggest challenge yet going up against Nakamura and I couldn't be more excited for it.

I love how Dres always says he's going to take some time off, then he's gone for like...one show? lol  Not knocking the man in any way, just saying if anyone needed any inspiration for dedication, just look up anything the man has done!  Glad to have you back, or teasing that you're back brother!

As always, grats to all of the winners.  I'm loving the storylines that keep beefing up, you diabolical bastards!

Sir. Intentional pauses are copyrighted around these parts. That’s gimmick infringement!

[Dres]

Jun 26, 2024 19:51:32 GMT -6 mattchewie said:

In all of the excitement of this week, somehow I forgot to even comment on this show.  

First, I would like to go ahead and make my nomination for promo of the month with Fauche's Ding Dong.............................................Hello.  (Awkward pause intentional).  During our weekly brainstorming he just pulls this wildcard out of the bag and I couldn't be more pleased.  I can't remember the last time that I snickered aloud that much during a promo.  Major props to him for all of that!

Now, it's always a pleasure to see "new" faces popping up.  We're definitely fleshing out the ranks, and I anticipate many bright things on the horizon!

Also, is it just me...or does anyone else hear Mr. Fuji while Shinsuke speaks?  I mean, I know Nakamura's voice well enough.  Just something about Rey's delivery makes me imagine Fuji.  $5 to Rey if he ever includes "vewy debious" in any promo in the near future.  However, Caleb faces his biggest challenge yet going up against Nakamura and I couldn't be more excited for it.

I love how Dres always says he's going to take some time off, then he's gone for like...one show? lol  Not knocking the man in any way, just saying if anyone needed any inspiration for dedication, just look up anything the man has done!  Glad to have you back, or teasing that you're back brother!

As always, grats to all of the winners.  I'm loving the storylines that keep beefing up, you diabolical bastards!

Every time I think I’m out, they keep pullin’ me back in! Lol