Revolution 7/12/24

[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: At Final Battle we crowned a new King of the Ring and tonight we will see Shinsuke Nakamura have a special crowning ceremony.

Corey Graves: The King of Strong Style is now the King of the Ring and fellas was there ever any doubt? The whole PPV was great aside from Kyle O'Reilly still being Intercontinental Champion but Sami Zayn becoming Television Champion more than makes up for that!

Mauro Ranallo: And so with Nakamura challenging for the UWF Championship at Summerslam, there's a lot of wrestlers who are looking to make a splash as we head to the biggest party of the summer. So let's get things started by heading down to the ring for our first match of the evening.






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

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



As Conquer them All  blasts over the speakers Ciampa walks out onto stage, flanked by Oba Femi and steel chair in hand. He chats with Oba a bit as they make their way down to the ramp

Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring  from Boston,  Massachusetts weighing in tonight at 201lbs, accompanied by Oba Femi he is  The "Don of UWF" Tommaso Ciampa.

Making his march down to the ring, Ciampa and Oba reach the ring steps and Oba opens the ropes up for Ciampa and Ciampa gets in, climbing to the second turnbuckle in the corner

On the second turnbuckle, Ciampa screams out "THIS IS MY MOMENT" before hopping off and getting into the corner completely, sitting down as he waits for his opponent, Oba prowling on the outside.

VS


DING DING DING


As soon as the bell ring, Ciampa sprints across the ring and decks Eddie with a High Knee knocking him into the corner. The Don is at the bottom of the rung here in UWF now and is eager to get right back to the top. Eddie's got his hands up to protect himself but Ciampa just switches it up to body shots until the ref counts to 4. He backs up only to run right back at him but Eddie gets the boots up to knock him back a few paces. The legendary Guerrero picks himself up onto the middle rope and hits a Missile Dropkick with so much force that Ciampa stumbles backwards and falls through the ropes.


Mauro Ranallo: Eddie may seem like a joke to many people but he always puts up a good fight.

Corey Graves: Does it really matter how much fight you got in you if you can turn it into results?

Tom Phillips: There's a reason the entire LWO family has their faith in him. All it takes is just one match to get back on track.


Ciampa landed on his feet but is a bit dazed from the fall. Eddie runs to the ropes and dives out with a Somersault Senton but Ciampa moves out of the way and Eddie lands with a hard SPLAT! Ciampa picks him up right away and brings his head over to the steel steps. He places it on the top step before walking up them and stomping down hard on his head!


Tom Phillips: Oh come on! What happened to the respect he gave him before the match?

Mauro Ranallo: Well he may be being ruthless because of how much he respects Eddie. He knows he needs to do this to keep him down.

Corey Graves: I just hope Eddie follow through with the retirement.


Ciampa tosses Guerrero back into the ring and follows him in. He picks him up, hooking both arms and gives him the Fairy Tale Ending! Rather than go for the pin, he just sits there with Eddie between his legs laughing. He turns him over but instead gets to his feet. He shoves Eddie between his legs and lifts him up to set up for Project Ciampa. Eddie however leans back quickly to give him a Snap Rana into the pin!



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But NO! Ciampa kicks out just in time! He's pissed and starts immediately hammering away at Eddie. He brings him up again and this time lifts him over his back for the Air Raid Crash. Eddie however kicks his feet and manages to flip over to try and sunset flip him but Ciampa doesn't go down. He instead jumps into the air for a Knee Drop but Guerrero rolls out of the way and Ciampa spikes his knee into the mat. He hobbles away as Eddie gets to his feet and runs at him, grabbing his head and kicks off the ropes into the Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!



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Ciampa kicks out!


Mauro Ranallo: Eddie Guerrero was just a second away from getting the win right there!

Tom Phillips: That'll teach people about toying with someone.

Corey Graves: Will it? Because he still hasn't won the match yet.


Eddie brings Ciampa up to his feet and gives him a Suplex. He keeps a hold of him and spins back up to hit a second. He spins back up for a third but before he can complete the Three Amigo's, Tommaso starts punching him in the ribs and then hits a Suplex of his own. He spins back up and hits a second. The crowd is booing like crazy and Ciampa takes a second to antagonize them but Eddie reverses and hits another Suplex, spinning back up for the second and finally finishing it off for the Three Amigos! He stands up and shimmy's and the crowd is loving it. He goes to the top rope and comes off with a Frog Splash but The Sicilian Psychopath gets the knees up and Eddie goes crashing into them. He rolls him over into the pin.



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Guerrero kicks out! Ciampa brings him up to his knees only to Knee him in the face a few times, keeping a hold of him so he doesn't fall over. Eddie looks out of it and so Ciampa slowly turns him over while holding his head and delivers the Psycho Kutter! He makes another pin.



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But Eddie won't give in! Tommaso picks him up and goes to hook both arms for another Fairy Tale Ending but Eddie manages to lift him up and over into a Back Body Drop. Ciampa lands near the ropes and uses them to help him up but Eddie dropkicks him from behind to send him through. Ciampa stays on the apron though and gets back up. Eddie grabs him but Ciampa gives him a Headbutt. He then goes to Suplex him to the outside but Eddie turns and lands on the apron beside him. They exchange blows but another Headbutt by Ciampa dazes him and Tommaso enters back into the ring.  Eddie grabs him to try and pull him back up but The Don elbows him in the gut to keel him over before delivering a Knee to the face! Eddie is about to fall off but Ciampa grabs him and pulls him before delivering the Willow's Bell! He drags him away from the ropes and makes the pin.



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, The Don, Tommaso Ciampa!



Oba Femi comes into the ring and knocks the ref's hand away to raise The Don's hand himself. Ciampa looks down at Eddie and waves bye bye to him. Whether this speeds up his retirement or not, who knows but Eve tends to the fallen warrior as Revolution rolls on.




The Revolution graphic flashes across the screen before we are taken to a live feed of the UWF's resident "Villain," sitting in his office.



William Regal: Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll pardon the interruption of your miserable lives, I'd like to extend a congratulations to each and every one of you. You see, tonight you get to be the first to bear witness to history in its very making as my son, Charlie Dempsey, makes his devastating debut here in the UWF. Right here, in Orlando — before the quite literally unwashed masses wading fresh from some stinking Floridian swampland, my boy will put an emphatic exclamation point on his first appearance in this company's ring when he demolishes the perennial underachiever known only as Leyton Buzzard.

Regal seems almost gleeful as he promises this violence. He leans forward, a broad smile creasing his aged lips.

You see, despite all of his rhetoric, Mr. Buzzard knows the truth of what is bound to happen tonight. He might be many things, but I do not believe stupid to be one of them. Unfortunate, perhaps. Misled, most definitely. Indeed — Leyton is possessed of the same sort of survival instinct that so many cunning little creatures are, and it has served him well enough to this point in the pathetic excuse for a career he has built here. But just as a rat in the vice grip of a barn cat's jaws or a cockroach about to be crushed, he will fast discover that the Blackpool Bastard is unlike any threat he has ever faced before. While others might have been content with simply pinning his shoulders to the canvas for a three-count, my boy, he's heading out there tonight to make a statement. And that statement is a simple one: the UWF Universe is now his stomping grounds, and the only way you get to lurk within them, is if you're ready to take the beating that is inevitably coming your way.



Regal starts to chuckle sadistically over the imminent beating he knows his son plans to put on his Revolution opponent. When he has regained his composure, he adds a few parting thoughts.

Mr. Buzzard, I did you a courtesy of extending my hand to you and offering you a place by my son's side. Had you accepted it, you would have spared yourself the humiliation and the suffering that is coming your way this week. But since you did nothing but spit in my face and shun the carrot, you must now take the stick. I cannot promise you'll enjoy it, but the best lessons in life seldom are the pleasant ones. And when you lie on the canvas, staring up at the house lights, unable to pick yourself up, I want you to remember that I, William Regal, extended you that kindness and you chose to repay it with nothing but contempt. Tonight, you leave a broken man, with nobody to blame for that but yourself. You shall find no quarter.

With that, Regal rises and exits the frame. The shot lingers a moment longer before the show rolls onward.




The scene opens up on Vincent in the backstage somewhere.

Vincent: Finn Balor. Finn, tonight you step into the ring with a very dangerous man in yours truly. You talk about wanting to fix sins of the past and I get that because I have my own to attend to but it’s not going to happen for you tonight. Instead the stench of failure is going to continue to encompass you while I make my vengeful ascent and correct where things have gone wrong for me. Whether you’re the Demon or the Prince, either way you’re outranked because there’s one thing I know for certain, and that’s that when it comes to horror, only one man is king and you’re looking at him.




The feed cuts to a lively street view with the sun shining and people bustling by.  The camera pans to show Bayley and “Ravishing” Rick Rude walking, hand in hand with each of them sipping on milkshakes as they stroll the busy sidewalk.  One could naturally assume that they’ve been on a date.

Bayley:  Any particular reason that you decided that we should keep our milkshake flavors a secret from each other?

Rude:  So that it would be a surprise whenever we did this!

Rude exchanges milkshakes with Bayley and they each take a sip.

Bayley:  Gosh darn, that’s sweet.  What is it?

Rude:  Tutti friggin’ fruity.  And why am I not surprised at your flavor of choice?  Rhubarb is such an original choice for milkshakes!

Bayley: Yep. Its like celery's fun, gay cousin.

Bayley slugs Rude’s arm.  The bad one, at that.  Ya know, the one that Kyle popped out of socket repeatedly at Final Battle?  Yeah, that one.  Rude cries out in agony as the realization sets in on Bayley’s face.

Bayley:  OH MY GOD!  I am so so so so so sorry, babe.  I completely forgot about that arm being the bad one!

Rude begins to laugh.

Rude:  And here I just thought Eric was being a puss whenever he was bitching about that right hand of yours.  I guess I’m just used to it having a different use in my case!

Rude winks at Bayley as he says this and gives her a hard pinch on the ass.  Her jaw drops as she swats his hand away playfully.  All appears to be well on this front, doesn’t it?  Bayley takes a few more steps before stopping in front of an office building.

Bayley:  And we’re here.  We’ve just gotta wait on brother bear and Easy E to pop up.

Rude looks a bit perplexed as he looks at Bayley.  

Rude:  We’re where, exactly?

Bayley starts to answer him, but a familiar limo pulls up.  Bischoff and Kyle exit the limo as the limo pulls away.

Bischoff:  While I’ll never complain about being chartered around, Kyle and I are both clueless as to why we are here on your date.  Either one of you care to explain?

Rude throws his hands up as if he is clueless as well.  He turns to look at Kyle as the two stare at each other blankly.  Bischoff and Bayley catch the whiff on the awkward air and quickly go to step in.  Rude holds up a Too Sweet to Kyle.  Kyle stares at the Too Sweet for a long, awkward moment then looks to Rude and shakes his head slowly.  What?  Bayley and Bischoff exchange nervous glances.

KO'R: Nu-uh. No way. Not gonna cut it.

Rude:  What do you mean that’s not going to cut it?  We agreed to leave it in the ring, did we not?

KO'R: Exactly. We poured it out like its never been poured out before. So that means we're waaaaaaaay past Too Sweet's right now.

Kyle throws out his arms wide for a hug and takes a few quick steps towards Rude.

Rude:  Kyle!  No!  Wait!  We really don’t have to–

Rude is cut off as the intense hug is applied.  Rude’s arms are hanging limply at his sides.  He holds up his hands and eventually gives in and pats Kyle on the back a few times. The Diabetic Dragon whispers so that only he, Rick, and the entire audience can hear.

KO'R: Wakanda Forever.

Rude:  You have got to be kidding me.

KO'R: If you don't hug back then it isn't real.

Rude sighs seeing that there isn’t a way out of this unless he gives in to the hug.  Suddenly, there is a slight banging in the background.  The camera pans over to show Bayley and Bischoff smacking their hands on the top of a metal trash can, in unison.  They’re really building up like it’s a hot tag or if it’s a face coming out of a submission.  Rude raises his hands as the banging  grows faster and louder.  Rude sighs again as he places his arms and hands into position to complete the hug.

Bayley and Bischoff:  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

People have now stopped on the street to witness just what in the heck is going on.  They slowly shake their heads as they continue on with what they were doing.

Bayley:  Well, this is going to be awkward whenever we get inside, now.

Bischoff:  What is going to be awkward?

Bayley:  You’ll see.

The feed cuts to inside of the building as the crew are walking in. There is a sign posted that reads "Couples Counseling" with an arrow pointing down the hallway. Rude's eyes roll, hard.

Rude: Babe, I really don't think that we need this now. We've had a good day, have we not?

Bayley: Well its not like I just set this up five minutes ago. You gotta book these things weeks in advance, hon.

Rude: What do you mean you booked this after the whole ring rat deal? We've all gotten past that now!

Bayley: Look, a deposit's a deposit and they weren't about to offer up a refund just cause we're off the rocks and back on to smooth sailing again. Plus I figured even if we were all honky dory, there was no telling how things were gonna be between you and Kyle coming outta Final Battle.

Bischoff: OHHHH, That's why this is going to be awkward.

KO'R Why? Cause as a diabetic I couldn't have one of those milkshakes even if I wanted one?

Bischoff: No, because you and Rick already hugged it all out. She kept the reservation that she initially made for her and Rick and was going to allow you and Rick to take her place. Great idea, Bayley!

Rude: Just what in the hell makes this a good idea? Everyone is back on the same page!

Bischoff: Not everything can be settled in the ring, Rick. Sure, it is therapeutic but you know what else is? Therapy! This will be the perfect way for us to really get back on track with the nWo!

Bayley: Exact-o-mundo, Eric.

Rude: I think I liked it better when the two of you weren't in cahoots.

KO'R No worries, Rick. As a high-risk youth I spent a lot of time in these kindsa places. I know exactly what kinda junk they wanna hear. All we need is a signature for the parole officer and to re-up our scrips and we'll be outta here in no time.

The camera slowly fades away as the group enters the room.




As the lights in the arena go out, an unfamiliar theme begins to play.



”I guess the way I feel is the way that I felt before
High tide, salt in my cut, these are things that I can't ignore
But should I collapse in on myself like an iron core?
Don't count me out just yet.”

The words, ‘just yet’ repeat three more times, with the vocalist screaming ‘yet’ on the third. As he does, the lights come up and there stands Vincent at the top of the ramp as he then starts making his way to the ring.



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

Vincent enters the ring now, his gaze as sadistic as ever as he readies for the match ahead.

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



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

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


VS

DING DING DING!


The bell sounds off and Finn Balor wastes no time in going after his opponent. It doesn't matter that the man standing across the ring is a former world champion. It doesn't matter that he's racked up a literal body count in the ring. It doesn't matter who drew the assignment because tonight, the recently dethroned Demon King if out for blood. Energized and invigorated by the sting of a title loss at Final Battle, the Irishman comes into this contest like a bat outta hell.

Vincent gets his arms up in time to engage. There's no catching a veteran like by surprise. The two of them lock-up collar and elbow style. A sort of dance follows, with their bodies circling around the ring while they vie for superior position. Inches of ground are given and taken in turn, until eventually, a hard push by Finn gets Vincent backed up into one of the corner posts.

Balor holds him there with a forearm up against the throat. The pressure earns a scowl from Vincent - before he can retaliate, the Referee steps in and calls for a clean break. Finn's the type of guy who would normally milk the five count for all its worth. He's too fired up to wait tonight, and after the second ding, he backs up, though not before slapping his opponent across the face.


Ranallo: Ooof. That's going to come back to haunt him.

Phillips: Finn Balor's an elite talent and one of the more decorated athletes on the Revolution roster, but I'd say pulling a stunt like that on Vincent is ill-advised for absolutely anybody in the game.

Graves: When you're facing off against someone like Vincent, you can't show any signs of intimidation, otherwise you're leaving the door wide open for all those mind games the Horror King is famous for.


Vincent pokes his tongue in his cheek where the slap hit, turns his head, and spits out a wad of blood. When he turns back around, he's smirking. Just a little. That pisses Finn off.

The former TV Champ charges in. Too hot-headedly. Vincent sidesteps the Irish missile, allowing the guy to collide chest-first with the corner post. That knocks the wind out of his sails and from there, Vincent goes to work. Grasping the back of Finn's head and slams him face-first into the top buckle bad. Once. Twice. Three times a trauma.

Just when it seems like he's going to let up, Vincent brings Balor down to the middle intersection of cables to rinse and repeat. Of course all of this rope-centric action brings the third man back into the picture. Unlike Finn, Vincent is happy to use all of the time available, making sure to get a few face-smashes in on the bottom rung too before he finally relents under threat of disqualifcation.


Phillips: This is the first time we've seen Vincent in action since Backlash - if anyone thought those therapy sessions in the interim were going to make him any less violent or dangerous in the ring, it appears that isn't the case at all.

Ranallo: While he's found success in spite of this fact, Vincent has always been more interested in inflicting pain than winning wrestling contests.

Graves: Yeah a couple week of psychoanalysis isn't gonna change this tiger's stripes. I'd say its on Balor now to take a look in the mirror and find a way to course correct. He's coming off of his third Television Championship reign - does he go back to the drawing board to find a way to take another crack at Sami Zayn, or try his luck at something different? Either way, he's going to have to turn things around here first, and fast.


Vincent pulls the smashed-up Balor away from the ropes. Might could be a perfect time to go for a pin. No attempt is made. Dropping down to shove his knee cap in between Finn's shoulder blades, the 2018 King of the Ring winner then grabs some chin with both hands and wrenches back, distorting and contorting the neck at a severe angle.

Finn's eyes goes wide. He might even have cried out in pain if his jaw wasn't being grabbed so tight. The immediacy of the agony has his arms flailing around, years of wrestling training and know-how trumped by the most basic human reaction to harm done. When Vincent yanks back even harder, that sharpened hurt snaps Balor into some fight-or-flight focus. Survival instincts kick in, coupling with the veteran knowledge that if he can't get free, he'll have to tap out.

Getting control of his arms, Balor puts his palms to the canvas like he's about to do a push-up, then thrusts himself up and over to roll himself on top of Marseglia. He's giving up his back even more, but in doing so, scores himself a pinning predicament. The Referee drops down to count it...



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Vincent relinquishes his submission attempt to escape defeat. Balor is quick to get to his feet and create some space. The Irishman sprints for the ropes and bounces off, coming in fast to meet Vincent just as the guy is standing up. Finn tries for a Slingblade, launching himself into the air to hook the neck. Spinning through the attack with Balor, Vincent is able to avoid being taken down while shoving his foe away.

Finn skids out on his feet a few feet away. He pivots to stay on the offensive, only to take a European Uppercut when he comes back for more. Vincent follows up with a slicing Axe Edge Chop across the sternum. The fans wince as a red streak is imprinted across that pale chest.


Phillips: Yikes! Did you hear the impact of that chop?

Graves: I don't think Finn wants to take another one of those.


Vincent backs off, daring Finn to return fire, egging him into a game of shot-for-shot. His sicko plan is thwarted by a relentless former-champ looking to rebound in a resounding way. Balor takes the opening, but not the bait, and after hitting one forearm shiver to the side of the head, grabs the neck so he can nail several more.

The combination of strikes has Vincent rattled. Finn's putting some serious mustard on the shots. After the eighth or ninth, he wheels around and goes airborne to clip his opponent with a Pele Kick. The boot lands hard, although its not enough to take Vincent down. He's wavering in the middle of the ring like a Scarecrow in a windy field.

Balor takes full advantage of that stupefied state and once again dashes into the ropes. He rebounds off them and crashes into Vincent with a running European Uppercut. Following through to hit the far cables and comes back to take Vincent down head-first into the canvas with a Float-over DDT!


Phillips: Picture perfect DDT by Balor there! He's building up some serious momentum now.

Graves: Finn's old partner in the Uprising wrung Vincent's bell so hard back at the Royal Rumble that he went through a personality change. That may seem like a long time ago now, but all evidence points to Vincent's eggs still being scrambled, so I'd say targeting the head is as good a strategy as there is.

Ranallo: Finn trying for the pin again!


The Referee makes the count when Balor hooks both legs deep...



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Vincent shoves him off at one, stunning those in the crowd who either haven't personally seen or forgotten what a freak of nature he is. Balor looks stunned, too, though not for long. He pops to his feet and blasts his seated opponent with a short-range double-barrel dropkick to the chest.

The former UWF Champ hits the mat. Rather than go for a pin, Balor scampers towards the corner to scale the buckle. Once he's at the peak, he stands tall and lines up his target in his sites. Pointing two finger guns in that direction, the Irishman then flies high, aiming to end this contest with a Coup De Grace.

A connection of the stomp would close this case. Balor misses by inches, however, on account of Vincent rolls out of the way just in time. The landing rattles Finn's balance, offering Vincent the small opening he needs to crawl up behind Finn. He grabs him around the shoulders and brings him down with a twisting backbreaker.


Phillips: Inksanity!

Ranallo: Vincent was in deep trouble but managed to turn things around. Will that be enough to get him the win?


Maybe, but who knows? Vincent doesn't even try for a cover, even after messing up Balor's back so bad he's down on the canvas writhing in pain and gasping for air.

Instead, Vincent pulls him up to his feet. Finn's having a difficult time standing by his own power. Vincent makes it that much harder by hitting another blistering chop to the chest. And another. Since he was robbed of the chance earlier, he's making up for lost time now. Each strike takes a layer of skin of the torso, until finally he's popping blood vessels to paint that canvas red.

A wounded and desperate Balor finally tries to fire back. Vincent stymies that effort with a European Uppercut, then travels to the ropes and back in the blink of an eye to connect with a running Flatliner. Finn eats a face-full of wrestling ring on the way down.


Graves: Vincent is just picking Balor apart in there now.

Phillips: But still won't go for a cover. The guy hasn't had a chance to hurt people for weeks and weeks, now he's just savouring the opportunity to do so.

Ranallo: We saw this same behaviour back at Wrestlemania. I suppose after racking up all the accolades has, this might be all and exactly what Vincent wants out of professional wrestling. I hesitate to say so with any certainty, however - I would say that after all these vignettes we've seen from Vincent recently, we all have more questions than answers about what the future holds for him.


Vincent stands up tall over Balor. The Referee is looking at him like he's an escaped zoo animal now - but its not like he can force him to go for a cover. If things get too out of hand, all he can do is call the match off. Vincent doesn't seem too concerned about the Third Man. He's zeroed in on Finn.

Peeling Balor off the mat, Vincent hoists his body up on to his shoulders and applies a merciless Torture Rack. There's no attempt to convert in an Impaler DDT from there - not yet, anyway. For now, all he wants to do is cause more damage.


Ranallo: Vincent has added this aprtly-named Mori maneuver to his already extensive arsenal - if and when he goes for it, the Referee might just have to wave this match off.

Phillips: Finn Balor had his moments earlier on, but this can't be the rebound he was looking for coming off of the Television title loss against Sami Zayn.

Ranallo: It was the numbers game that cost Balor at Final Battle. This time last year, he had the Mafia to back him up. Six months ago, he had Breakker and McDonagh in his corner. He damn near won the Royal Rumble with their help. Granted, his latest title run was an admirable solo effort, but in the past, is it safe to suggest that Finn has seen his highest highs when he had some support in his corner?

Graves: I think we've been seeing more and more of that in the UWF. If you don't have someone to watch your six, you're practically a sitting duck.

Phillips: Well I admire the guy for going out on his own. When it comes to squaring off with a bonafide psychopath, though, it would be nice to have some support, that's for sure.


Vincent continues to pry at Balor body a while longer before finally turning towards the hard cam. He flashes that same smirk from the beginning of the bout straight down the barrel of the camera - at someone in particular? Who knows? With that message sent, he flips Balor off his shoulders to go for his finishing maneuver.

In a desperate, last ditch effort to save himself, Finn hooks the head in mid-air, however, and avoids taking a DDT by executing one of his own. He counters the Mori with a modified 1916, driving Vincent head first into the ring with his entire body weight behind the slam.

Balor then climbs on top of his opponent, and despite the pain searing through his ribs, hooks both legs to shoot the half...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
FINN BALOR!


The Demon King sits up, clutching his battered body, but nodding knowing that he just bounced back into the win column in a significant way. With his music blaring through the sound system, Finn gets to his feet to have his hand raised.


Ranallo: Wow! Excellent timing there by Balor, who just managed to pull victory from the jaws of defeat. After a tough loss at Final Battle, you couldn't ask for a better way to set yourself up for something special at the Biggest Party of the Summer.

Graves: Like I said earlier, I'm very interested to see what Finn Balor does next. He's been synonymous with the Television Championship for the better part of two years now - is going to try and get back his stranglehold on the division, or look for a new kingdom to conquer? As for Vincent -

Phillips: Don't speak too soon now...


Finn's already heading up the ramp - there's no point in celebrating too long when the crowd's booing you. Back in the ring, Vincent is already up off his back. He's kneeling in the center of the ring. Breathing heavy? Crying? Laughing? His head is bowed and the dreads are blocking the view. There's something eerie and off-putting about it either way, and the fans aren't sure what to make of it. Revolution rolls on!




Revolution is on hold for but a moment...

As the scene cuts to a familiar dark lit gym, Middle of the ring, The One and only Leyton Buzzard stands arms crossed. His wearing a black turtle neck, Is this something new? Yes the walls of the gym have Buzzards print all over them if you have a good enough eye...



Buzzard waits a moment before commanding attention, Unyielding arms crossed as he relays his mission statement...

Leyton Buzzard:

"I've asked for this time to talk about a couple things on my mind.  First off I want to talk about words that were spoken throughout the week with a certain, Mr Regal. You offered me a position at your side, While a younger, more brash Buzzard would have jumped at the opportunity to work with a legend such is William Regal, I knew that there was something more, It's never that simple when you're dealing with The Villain. There are two people you never want to be in debt TO or have a deal with, The devil himself or one William Regal.

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"As they say, never meet your heroes, and it's as true as ever with Regal. Secondly, I didn't want to be second to some pompous prick whose son gets to walk through these doors and into my ring without doing the hard yards. I could go on with talking about my opponent tonight, but if we're going to be REAL honest about this situation;  It's easier to just show everyone how I will demand respect even from a Villain such as Regal."

Buzzard stops for a moment before his eyes adjust almost changing who he is addressing...

"The other thing I wanted to discuss; I want to address the fans of the UWF, I am not going to stand here and pretend that everyone loves me, I am under no illusion that the fans are split right down the middle into two groups. Those who will never  forget the sting of betrayal from my actions after my obsession took hold and those who knew deep down that, Leyton Buzzard, is still within and was never truly gone only lost and misguided. I just said it in no simple terms I was lost, I had put everything in my revenge on Trevor Lee, So much so that the devil blinded me. I was lost. I saw no way out. I was surrounded by the darkness, and the only way I saw out was the moment of true freedom."

Buzzard words become almost dissonant

"Free from the lies of the past, free from the lies of those who pretended to help. I spent months in Harlan Asylum, stripped of my freedom, facing my inner demons. They tried to break me, but they only made me stronger. I learned that the only person I can rely on is myself. Not some doctor. Just me. I've been lied to, manipulated, and pushed to the edge. But now, I see clearly. I've been set free from the chains of my past..."

"So tonight; WITNESS ME..."

We suddenly return to regular broadcasting at the ending of Buzzards message...




Backstage the camera opens up in a corridor and can be seen zooming in on a blue door with a sign on it. As the focus of the lens adjusts, it quickly becomes clear that the sign reads “EC3”, and as the door begins to open, the expectation from everyone watching is that the man himself is set to appear. A figure does indeed step out of the door, but it turns out to not be EC3, but rather Drew McIntyre. The crowd watching on the big screen in the background can be heard giving a mixture of cheers and boos at the sight of the Scotsman as he closes the door behind him and spots the camera directly in front of him.
 
Drew McIntyre: Now it’s no secret that the man sat in the office behind this door and I haven’t always seen eye to eye on multiple matters in the past, but the fact that we’ve just had our most productive conversation to date gives me some belief that the future of the UWF may indeed be bright one.
 
As McIntyre starts to walk away from the door and down the corridor, the camera ends up going with him for the journey, thus allowing him to continue expressing his views.


 
Drew McIntyre: But whilst I’m not gonna spend time going into the fine elaborate details of every point that we discussed, what I will say is that EC3 appreciates more so now than ever before just how important it is to have someone like me around the place… Don’t believe it? Then why not take a look at the lay of the present Revolution land… You’ve got Kyle O’Reilly, the supposed adorable geek who this time a year ago was fresh off winning the King of the Ring and preparing to face me, the newly crowned UWF Champion at the time. Now whilst he ultimately did come up short in our match at Summerslam, he ended up proving that perseverance does eventually bring big rewards, and now he’s having the time of his life as the Intercontinental Champion. Then there’s Sami Zayn, the resident pain in the arse who earned the right to step up at and do what O’Reilly ultimately couldn’t. But for all the weeks he spent talking a big game, at Bad Blood his cockiness couldn’t help him get the best of yours truly. One thing the dynamic one certainly is however is determined, and that was proven when he walked out of Final Battle as the new Television Champ. And of course, who can forget L…A…Knight… the loudmouth who managed to accomplish what no one before him could and not only brought my reign to an end at Wrestlemania, but subsequently prevented a new one from beginning weeks later at Backlash. Whether you love him or loathe him, it’s hard to deny that he’s on top of his game right now, as proven by the fact that he’s still got the UWF Championship in his possession… Three current champions, and three perfect examples which show that I am a real difference maker who excels in that ring and makes the competition around here better as a result.
 
The camera turns a corner and McIntyre continues to walk with it whilst giving his take to the world.
 
Drew McIntyre: Don’t stress, I’m not gonna march out there and demand that everyone thank me for my outstanding efforts in making this place the dogs bollocks, especially considering that the overall work is far from done for starters. But at least now everyone should be clear that when it comes to me and my business, the bigger overall picture is always in play. Whether it’s a clever play on words, or a subtle motion like standing in the ring holding onto a briefcase, or maybe even something a lot more obvious like levelling a moronic schizophreniac with a Claymore or two, I am prepared, both mentally and physically for anything and everything that may come my way in the weeks and months ahead. Because make no mistake, match or no match, title or no title, in my mind this is still very much Drew McIntyre’s UWF, and you should all count yourselves blessed and lucky to be a part of it!
 
McIntyre overtakes the camera, but instead of following him it stops and the final shot catches him walking off into the distance, presumably to prepare for his return match this evening.




Our shot opens up outside and in the bottom right of the screen reads a memo thaty says "Earlier Today" so this is obviously a pre-taped segment. We're outside where we see the trunk of a car slam closed as two men wheel their bags towards the arena. The camera pans up and the two men are revealed to be none other than "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis and the UWF Chanpion LA Knight themselves. The duo are engaged in conversation as they walk until Adonis stops abruptly and turns to Knight. That's when the audio can catch what the two men are saying. 




Christopher Adonis: Listen man, I know I've already told you like a thousand times, but I'm so proud of what you accomplished at Final Battle. I never questioned the outcome, but you went out there and showed the entire world what a real Champion looks like. 

LA Knight: The Champ appreciates that Chris, but 'ya don't have to keep congratulating me. We both knew that Tommaso Ciampa was a speed bump on L...A....Knight's road to greatness. Ciampa may be good but L...A....Knight is on another level. And that DUMMY had to find that out the hard way in front of his home country. YEAH! There's nobody on this roster that can take this...

Knight throws the UWF Championship over his shoulder.

LA Knight: Away from us. This is the L...A....Knight and Chris Adonis show. 

Christoper Adonis: We've got the money, we've got the fame, we've got the girls. We've got the title. What more can we ask for?

LA Knight: 'Ya know, L...A....Knight is glad 'ya asked that. Cause there's something that L...A....Knight has wanted to ask 'ya for a long time. Now, 'ya know the work L...A...Knight had to put in to win this Championship. We're talking almost a year and a half of hard work just to even sniff a shot at this title. A lot of blood, a lot of sweat, a lot of losses to get to where L...A....Knight is right now. And if 'ya ask L...A....Knight if he would do it again, he'd tell 'ya that he'd do it in a heartbeat. Because everything that L...A....Knight has been through has led to this. L...A...Knight wanted this more than the fame. L...A....Knight wanted this more than the money. Hell, L...A....Knight wanted this even more than the women. 

Christopher Adonis: *gasp* Even more than the women?

LA Knight: 'Ya heard right my friend. L...A....Knight wanted this more than anything else and he made it happen. I'm saying all this to ask 'ya, what do 'ya want? Out of this business and out of life, what do 'ya want?

Adonis is a little taken back by the question. 

Christopher Adonis: You know, nobody has ever really asked me that before. 

LA Knight: There's got to be something 'ya want. And L...A....Knight isn't just talking the material stuff. 

Christopher Adonis: I guess if I had to think about it, I want to be respected. Championships are great and all but in the long term they don't matter. I want to walk in that locker room and have everyone look at me the way they look at you. You had their respect long before you had that Championship. 

LA Knight: Okay, that's fair.

Christopher Adonis: But not just that. I want to be feared. I want people to know that they can't cross us. I want people to know that this is our show! I want to know that I am the most dominant force on this roster. 

LA Knight: L...A....Knight respects it. But can L...A....Knight fill 'ya in on a little secret? 'Ya had all that already. Everything 'ya just said 'ya wanted, 'ya had. And somewhere along the way, 'ya strayed away from it. L...A....Knight is thinking that maybe it's time to get it back.

Christoper Adonis: How?

LA Knight: I think it's obvious. 'Ya need to get back to basics.

Christoper Adonis: Back to basics?

LA Knight: Back to basics, Chris.

Knight gives Adonis a look that says "You know what I mean". It doesn't register with The Masterpiece for a second but finally the light bulb goes off in his head.

Christopher Adonis: Oh....Back to basics. Yeah, I can do that. 

LA Knight: It's only a matter of time before 'ya have everything 'ya want. Then "The Masterpiece" will be headlining Revolution once again. Now, let's get inside and show al these jabronis exactly why this is Our Game!

And just like that, the duo make their way inside the building as Revolution moves on




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




The driving riff of Malevolence's "Self Supremacy" hits the PA and the fans buzz, unsure of who the theme heralds. From the back emerges William Regal, sporting a well-tailored blazer, much to the chagrin of the crowd who immediately erupt with considerable heat. As Regal steps to the side, his son — Charlie Dempsey — steps out of the back with a smirk on his face, the resemblance to his father clear as day as he poses at the top of the ramp for the benefit of the cameras.



Chimel: From Blackpool, Lancashire, England, he is the Modern-Day Villain... Charlie... DEMPSEY!

After his pose, Dempsey heads down the ramp, flanked by Regal. The former World Heavyweight Champion takes a station at ringside as Dempsey rolls in under the bottom rope and heads to a corner for some pre-match stretches as he awaits the action to follow.



"Requiem Of The Fifth" hits like cold water, The crowd are instantly drawn to the entrance way, Leyton Buzzard makes his way onto the ramp, A look of compuser in his eyes...

Buzzard begins walking towards the ring, The crowd reaction a mix of those who forgive and those who want blood, Buzzard stops end of the entrance way looking up at the ring...

Chimel:"On his way to the ring, From Bristol, United Kingdom...."

Buzzard moves his hands outwards embracing everything...

"Leyton Buzzard."

With a quick roll, Buzzard slides under the ropes and climbs into the ring, quickly placing his body between the top and middle ropes,  Buzzard wipes his feet as he feet as he hops back down....



The camera focuses in on Buzzard as he throws himself into the corner of the ring, kneeling and sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. With a look of determination, he awaits his destiny, mentally preparing himself for what is to come, but Buzzard remains focused on the task at hand.

After ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Official calls for the bell.

VS

DING DING


There's an excitement in the air for the simultaneous debut / return of two superstars in the ring tonight. The Heat play a little ways down the road but the Kia Center is sizzling hot for this one. Despite the bridges Leyton Buzzard has burned in his coming and going and coming back again, he's got a sizeable chunk of the audience backing him, though that might also be because the Floridan's have no love lost for the Brits. Like father like son - Charlie Dempsey is all business for his first match and doesn't look the least bit phased by the audience's opinion of him when the bell rings.

Buzzard starts things off by circling the perimeter of the squared circle, bouncing from foot to foot and looking nimble as ever despite the time away. Dempsey is like a cocked and loaded pistol, staying on the tips of his toes, ready to pop off at a moment's notice while he keeps both eyes on his opponent.

William Regal watches on from ringside. With a gameplan already developed, there's no need for him to distract his kid with any advice or tips from the corner just yet. He's looking mighty confident in his sons abilities, but even in this proud paternal moment, his excitement manifests as a sneer.


Ranallo: I'm not sure you could ask for a better cornerman to kick off your UWF career than William Regal. Master technician. Former World Champion. How do you beat that?

Phillips: There's no arguing with the resume or the wisdom that comes from that experience, but Leyton Buzzard is ready to wager that a lifetime's worth of hardship is an even better teacher. When push comes to shove, I'm inclined to think that a steady diet of hard-to-swallow pills beats growing up on meals served with a silver spoon.

Graves: You and Buzzard act like privilege can't amplify talent, when we've seen second and third generation athletes excel in every sport imaginable, including this one. From Randy Orton to Bronny James, there's dozens of examples of parents who've done it all using their expertise and wealth to mold their kids into elite talents. Is that fair? Of course not. But who ever said life was fair?


Dempsey extends a hand, inviting Buzzard to engage. It isn't a shake like his Dad offered - more like for that classic Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Leyton nods, eagerly accepting. Regal cracks a smirk, figuring his boy is going to have the obvious and immediate grappling advantage.

Whether or not he does, its mitigated by Leyton's explosiveness. The second they clasp hands, Buzzard bolts for the ropes, dragging Dempsey along for the ride. Before Charlie knows what's what, El Capitan steps up the cables and bounces off, using the elevation and elasticity to fling himself through the air and then take his opponent down with a stunning armdrag.

There's a pretty decent pop from the crowd for the athleticism. Dempsey rolls over himself before finding his feet. Buzzard beats him up and then hits him hard with a Shotgun Dropkick. Two boots to the chest knock Charlie into the ropes - were it not for those, he would've hit the ground for sure. They fling him back, though, and he heads straight for Buzzard. Leyton leapfrogs him and cuts off a lariat attempt on the return trip by countering with a headscissors takeover.

Wrapping his legs around Charlie's head and flipping back, Buzzard brings him down to canvas, landing on top for a pin attempt...



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Charlie bucks out at one. The two separate but not for long. Buzzard hooks up some limbs and rolls over to shoot the half with a La Magistral...



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It's a much closer call this time, but Dempsey escapes again. Regal's eyes have gone wide as he spectates - like its just occurring to him now that there's a possibility his son might not win this thing. Charlie tries to get to his feet but Buzzard sweeps his legs out from under him and sprawls for a third try at a pinfall...



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Dempsey desperately wriggles his way loose only to get caught with a roll-up on the way out...



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He only just manages to kick out in time!

Buzzard goes to grab him again but Charlie rolls out under the ropes and to the floor, breathing heavy while he shoots back a weary glance at Leyton. A big part of the crowd gives it up for Leyton looking good in his return to action so far.


Ranallo: I think its safe to say that Dempsey and Regal may have underestimated Leyton Buzzard in planning for this contest.

Phillips: Leyton Buzzard has played the spoiler before. Anyone who thinks a match with him is going to be a walk in the park should call up Bronson Steiner or Dave Batista and see what they have to say about that.

Graves: No disrespect to those two giants but when things went off the rails for them, they didn't have someone like William Regal in to get them back on track.


Regal circles around the ring to confer with his son. The time-out irks the capacity crowd - they aren't shy about letting that be known. William puts a hand on Charlie's shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Its isn't much, but you can tell by the look on both their faces its substantiative.

The Referee is starting up a ten count while Buzzard is beckoning Dempsey to come back in the ring and get some. With a slap on the back, Regal dismisses his boy. Charlie climbs on the apron - the Official calls for some space and Leyton is happy to give it while his opponent re-renters the match proper.

Charlie approaches Leyton, hands at the ready to grapple. He lunges in and grabs nothing but air. Leyton takes off for the ropes, leaving Dempsey in his dust. Rebounding back, Buzzard is surprised to find his foe bolting at him full-speed. He doesn't have time to readjust before Charlie takes him out with a low dropkick to the knee!

Buzzard flips over and lands on his back. That's gotta hurt, but its his patella he's nursing when he rolls over.


Ranallo: Dempsey might have very well just destroyed Buzzard's leg with that one! Boy oh boy, did he put some mustard on that dropkick.

Graves: Taking out the base of the highflier. Kid's got wisdom beyond his years, huh?

Phillips: You gotta figure that Regal told his son to ground Buzzard, who's going to be a sitting duck for this prodigious grappler if he can't compete at his usual high-pace.


Dempsey doesn't give Buzzard any time to recover. He immediately grabs the ankle and yanks the leg out of Leyton's grip. From there, he lifts and slams, pounding the canvas with the knee over and over again like he's playing whack-a-mole. Each hit draws a groan or a yelp or a shout from Leyton, who is in too much pain to fight back.

The fans jeer while Regal looks pleased as a peach to see his son exude the same sort of relentless savagery he employed in his heyday. After a dozen or so smashes of the limb, Charlie lets go so he can stomp on it instead. Buzzard's twisting and writhing offers up a full menu of places to step. Dempsey lands his boot on the front, back and sides of the knee cap indiscriminately.


Graves: Buzzard is a guy with a lot of flash and style. He hails from Bristol, but there's a lot of Lucha and independent Japanese sort of influence in his arsenal. The thing is, there's just not much better than the age-old tactic of isolating a limb and putting a hurting on it, is there?

Ranallo: I may have to agree with you on that point, Corey. In Leyton Buzzard, we see the modern stylings of pro-wrestling executed at an extremely high level. Clearly William Regal has instilled and oldschool mentality in his son and, well, they say the classics never go out of style.


A few stomps later, Charlie backs off, huffing and puffing while the fans boo. Buzzard crawls towards the ropes. The Referee asks him if he still wants to fight and he insists he does. No quit in that dude, that's for sure.

Dempsey hangs back, watching as the battered Buzzard inches his way towards the edge of the ring. He's going to need those cables to help himself stand at this point. Charlie's enjoying the struggle of it all - observing like some sicko kid torturing an animal. Regal's kneejerk reaction is to yell at his son to stay focused and offer no quarter. He holds back, however, when he spots a familiar menace in his son, and with it, a certain kind of control. Realizing that Charlie knows what he's doing here, pops hangs back and lets the guy work.

Right before Leyton reaches the ropes, Charlie goes after him, grabbing the ankle on the bad let to drag him right back to the center of the ring. He lands a pointed elbow drop on the back of the cap then begins to contort the limb in all the wrong ways, showcasing his technical prowess.


Phillips: There's something off about this Charlie Dempsey guy. I can tell already.

Ranallo: The surname might be different, but as far as genetics go, I'd say he got the lion's share from his dad's side of the family.

Graves: If Leyton wants this latest stint on Revolution to last more than a night, he'd be wise to tap out now to save whatever's left of that leg.

Phillips: For better or worse, Leyton isn't a quitter. He went through so much to be an active member of this roster again - you'd better believe he's gonna fight until his last breath to prove Regal wrong about him.


Charlie continues to torture the leg with a mixture of time-tested and impromptu submission maneuvers. He only holds them each for about six to ten seconds, like he's enjoying the opportunity to ply his trade on some live meat. The frequent mix-ups do afford Buzzard an opening, however, and in one such instance, he fights through the agony to sit up and clobber Dempsey with a stiff right hand.

The punch rattles Charlie. Stuns him for a second. Enough time for Buzzard to follow up with a second, then a third, a finally a headbutt to seal the deal. That meeting of the minds hurts both guys, but does the bigger favour for Leyton, finally giving him enough time and space to get himself over to the ropes.

Desperate to get something going, Leyton pours out all the juice he's got left to bounce himself off the middle cable. Soaring backwards, he grabs hold of his opponent's head on the way down and connects with a Springboard Stunner!


Phillips: Air Leyton!

Ranallo: That's been a deal-sealer for him before! Can he capitalize and cover?


Dempsey's body snaps back when he chin hits the shoulder. He lands a few feet away from where Leyton does. Buzzard's slow to crawl over to shoot the half on account of how banged up his knee is. Nevertheless, the crowd counts along emphatically, positive that that oughta do it...



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No! Dempsey kicks out! The fans gasp! Leyton rolls over and sighs heavy, knowing that might have been his last, best shot.

That is, until, a faint chant of his name picks up in the cheap seats. Way up in the nosebleeds - those sections where all the Leyton Buzzards of the world are sitting tonight. Those hard-timers who stuck with him, or are willing to give him another chance now. Their support eggs him on. Gives him a second wind.

Clenching a fist and gritting his teeth, Leyton finds the strength to stand tall by his own volition. As the support builds, he pulls Dempsey up there with him and calls for the End of Man...


Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard isn't finished yet and the artist formerly known as the Bristol Born Bastard might have a little something special for his counterpart in the Blackpool Bastard.

Graves: What's with all these bastards coming out of the UK?


Buzzard grabs a wrist and goes for the Exploder. Regal slams his fist into the mat and that's enough to stir Dempsey out of the stupor he's in. Shaking his way out of hold, Charlie then whips around to clock his foe with a jagged European Uppercut. He follows that up with a punch to the gut, then hits the rope to clobber Leyton with a Knee Trembler that turns the guy inside out.

Demspey sprawls for the pin...



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But Buzzard gets his shoulder up at two!

Looking over to see an outraged expression on his old man's mug, Dempsey doubles down on the danger and rolls Buzzard over to settle this business. Charlie grabs a leg and neck and applies his Modified Bow and Arrow, which, like something out of the Soviet Union, is too cold and cruel and mechanical to have fancier name besides calling it exactly what it is.

Fans turns away at the sight of Buzzard being bent in half. In rolling the dude over, Charlie has put him too close to the ropes, though. With no other way out, Leyton reaches out and grabs the lowest of them. The Ref lets Dempsey know, but he just wrenches harder, forcing the Official to start a five count...



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Ranallo: Dempsey making the most of this count.

Graves: As he should.



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Phillips: I don't know if he's going to let go...

Graves: Charlie warned him - tap out or snap out!



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The Referee even slows down, offering a slight bit of leeway to a respected veteran's son. The Blackpool Bastard isn't showing any signs of letting up.



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DING DING

YOUR WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION
LEYTON BUZZARD!


The fans boo and hiss. Buzzard's music hits the PA, but there's no celebration to be had cause Dempsey is still pulling him to bits. The Referee finally gets involved - pulling at the grip of Charlie to help Buzzard out. That intervention brings Regal into the ring, which causes the Ref to head for the hills for fear of reprisals.


Ranallo: Dempsey lost patience and focus and took things too far. The guy has plenty of natural talent and an incomparable teacher, but he'll need to get his head on straight to succeed in the UWF.

Graves: Are you kidding me? What better way to let the roster know you mean business than by making a statement like that? Charlie Dempsey wasn't playing to win tonight, he was playing for keeps, and he'll be keeping Buzzard's leg as his first trophy.

Phillips: Leyton Buzzard looked fantastic back in action. He wasn't out of this fight yet - he's found away out of dire straits before. But Dempsey had to go and ruin the match. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.


Soon enough, Charlie does let go, but he sure doesn't let up. He continues to pound on and twist and jam up and slam down Buzzard's leg until more Officials and security hurry down the ramp. At that point, Regal grabs his son's shoulder, letting him know its time to go. Charlie stands tall and walks away from Leyton, not giving it another thought, while William looks from his son to his opponent, his expression somewhere between pride, "I told you so", and holy terror that that was just the tip of the iceberg.

While Dempsey and Regal cut through the back-up to hit the locker room, some folks slide into the ring to help Buzzard out. He shoves them off, insisting on going to back by his own power while Revolution rolls on.




Once again, the titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from the local Couple's Counselling place downtown. Seated in a semi-circle are the core members of the nWo - Eric Bischoff, Rick Rude, Bayley, and Kyle O'Reilly. As much as they're facing each other, they're also facing the Couple's Counsellor, who, despite practicing in Florida, seems a bit surprised to find themselves treating this strange quadruple. It seems we're kicking off this session in medias res-ish, with things already underway as Kyle leads off.

KO'R: I guess it all started back in Delta, where I was born at a very young age. They could tell right away I wasnt gonna be like the other kids. I came out of the womb with my canines already developed. I think it was a full moon. The doctors told my -

Rick clears his throat - a jarring gesture in the otherwise very quiet room. All eyes turn to him.

Rude: Sorry to interrupt, but maybe we don't need to start that far back.

Bayley: Yeah, I think we should probably just focus on the nWo stuff.

Kyle nods, understanding perfectly.

KO'R: Gotcha. Alright, soooooo... I guess we can't talk about the nWo without talking about Sweet n' Sour Incorporated. September. 2019. Larry Sweeney had just lost -

Bischoff: Hey pal, what say we skip ahead a bit, huh?

KO'R: To Edge and Christian?

Bayley: Maaaaaybe even after that.

KO'R: Bobby Dempsey?

Bischoff: Who?

KO'R: Our Spring Break vacation?

Rude: Can't even remember it.

Bayley: How's about we just zero in on the super recent, eh? Lets say... last six months, tops. That oughta cover it.

Counsellor: Well being that you're only booked for an hour and its already been -

Bayley: We're gonna get every damn penny's worth of it too, ya highway bandit.

Another awkward silence while Bayley shoots leery eyes at the Therapist, who, despite her professional code of conduct, may or may not be able to stop glancing at the Ravishing One's chiseled physique.

KO'R: Okay. Past six months, then. So I had this buddy named Joey Janela and -

Before anyone can even cut Kyle off again, Scott Hall bursts through the door, looking all flustered on account of being late.

Hall:  Hello, everyone.  Uh, my name is The Bad Guy, though most people call me Scott.  I am a recovering addict and recovering alcoholic, and I’ve been clean and sober for three years, today.  Thank you.

Rude places his hand over his eyes.  Kyle is staring at the posters on the wall.  Bayley and Bischoff both stare with their mouths agape.

Counsellor:  Well, Mr. Bad Guy…while I am extremely proud of those accomplishments, I believe that you’re looking for the last door on the right side of the hallway.  This isn’t exactly one of those meetings.  I mean, unless you’re a part of this crew, that is.

Hall: Oh no, I’m down for life with these guys!

Hall begins tossing up Too Sweets to those that are present.

Counsellor: I’m not sure that I follow.

KO’R: Scott, I think she was tryna tell you that your meeting is… down there.

Scott and Kyle snicker.

Hall: Down where?

KO’R and Hall:  Down here!

Complete with a crotch chop by both Scott and Kyle, the two share some sophomoric laughter as the counselor looks on perplexed.

Bischoff: I think what he’s attempting to say is that we are all a part of the same…organization?  Scott is welcome to join us, but I honestly think this isn’t the type of function that you’re looking for, Scott.

Hall: Well, say goodbye to The Bad Guy.

Scott throws up one more Too Sweet to the crew as exits the room.

Counsellor: Ok, so who would like to actually start where the heat of the matters began?

All turn to look at Bayley. She rolls her eyes.

Bayley:  Well, initially I had booked this session for me and my honey bear, after he had played tonsil hockey with some skank on live tv who obviously didn’t understand what isn’t hers she shouldn’t touch or look at and I beat the crap out of her.

Bayley pauses to make sure that the counselor knows where she is getting at.

Bayley: But, after the very awesome date that we just had, I’d say we are back on the good side of the tracks.  So, then I thought, HEY, I know…Kyle and Rick just had a hellacious match and a hellacious war of words so they could probably use it more than he and I could.  So, yeah.

Counselor:  So, this match..is that where all of the turmoil began?

KO’R: Nah, not really.

Bayley: I would say it was way before that.  It just kind of fell into play with all of it.

The counselor taps her pen rapidly upon the pad of paper before her, her patience obviously being tried.

Rude: We’ve been attempting to launch the newest iteration of the New World Order.  Usually, we launch with someone who has the world title in the picture, but here we are without that leadership figure. I honestly believe that is where the issues began.  Kyle as well as myself have been vying for that leadership position and it hasn’t really set well with either of us, would you agree?

KO’R: Oh yeah, totes

Counselor: Well, who has the most tenure in this organization?

Bischoff raises his hand.

Counselor:  Yet, you don’t want to lead?

KO’R: Do you even watch our product, lady?  Easy E is a behind the scenes dude, he’s not a front runner for anything.  Sure, back in the day he kinda was the brains behind the operation, but that was like, forever ago.  It’s kinda like Tony Soprano.  Sure, he’s the street boss all the way up to season 6 but he doesn’t officially become boss until season 6. That’s a lot of seasons to wait, ya know?  Rick and I have kinda been performing the underboss roles for quite a while. Whenever the last time we were all here together, Larry was the boss.  So, it’s kinda like we know how to do the job and what to do with it, just haven’t had the official promotion, ya get me?

Rude looks astonished that Kyle actually made a pop culture reference that he understood.  He gives Kyle a golf clap.

Counselor:  Well, if there is a voting process or a Darwinian approach to whoever becomes leader, why not take another approach to it all?  While you’re waiting for someone to return to leadership, or until one of you gains the…did you say titles determine who is the leader?  Regardless, why not work together cohesively as the Underbosses until the Don is appointed?

Kyle and Rude stare blankly at each other, blinking in disbelief before they slowly nod in agreement.

KO’R: So, like…what you’re saying is like the episodes where Tony is like in a coma or whatever and Paulie and Sil run the show in the meantime…wait, which one of us is which, because Paulie was underboss, and Sil was technically the consigliere, and I feel like that should fall to Bayley and Easy E, in my opinion.  And technically, Paulie should have been running the show alone because he’s like second in command, but Sil was just there pointing out good ideas and–

Rude: If you’re referring to characterization…then you are definitely Paulie Walnuts.  Considering Sil runs the club, I believe I would take on that role.  As far as ranks go, there can always be more than one underboss, Kyle.  Each underboss gets their consigliere.  I think what she’s saying makes perfect sense, aside from trying to organize it into the Soprano crime family.

KO’R: Well, like…yeah.  It does make sense, but if she’s running on the Soprano analogy we’ve got to keep everything kayfabe, ya know?

Bayley: I think we’ve got the answer that we came for, counselor.  I just hate that it was so obvious and that it took a comparison to a fictional crime family to get there.

Counselor: Usually the most obvious answer is the easiest one to overlook, but the easiest one to obtain.  Feel free to make another appointment.  

The feed cuts to a commercial.


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Going from the previous segment, the camera cuts towards an exterior shot of the Kia Center here in Orlando - namely, it seems to be out by the parking garage set up for the production crew and the various trucks that carry the UWF's equipment from venue to venue. With the camera slowly panning through the shot, it eventually catches sight of one Tony D'Angelo, seemingly talking a walk before his main event match later on tonight - perhaps a way to clear his mind, considering the pressure that has been imposed upon himself, both by the stakes of the match, as well as those that were self-imposed by The Don himself.

After a few more steps, Tony D comes to a stop, taking notice of the camera's presence. The Don glances downward, the camera's view being lower to the floor than normal, incidentally giving a grander view of Tony's figure than usual. Without saying a word, Tony is already living up to a stereotype about his heritage, gesturing with his hands before he even speaks, as a smile threatens to break out onto his face.



Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "So, big night tonight, huh? Da' Prime Time Medal, up on the line in my first eva' main event match 'ere in the UWF."

Tony D claps his hands together, nodding his head as he looks around the parking garage area.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Gotta' say? "Ell of a way to get 'ere. Headin' out to Rome, Italy for my first eva' pay-per-view showin', takin' out three otha' guys for this 'ere shot at the Prime Time Medal? Not everyone can do that. But right now? I gotta' say, my mind...it ain't where it gotta' be right now. An' that ain't no knock on our King a' da' Ring, it ain't his fault. See, I been tryin' to focus on that there matchup with Shinsuke Nakamura, tryin' to do all I can to prepare myself for my first shot at the big time, ya' know what I'm sayin'? Problem is, I still gotta' bit of a rat problem 'ere in the UWF that I need to take care of. An' that rat's name jus' so happens to be the same one as that of our new UWF Television Champion."

Suddenly, it becomes a lot easier for Tony D not to be smiling at this point in time. Wonder why...

Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "Now Sami Zayn, I know that what ya' did to me back two weeks ago, it weren't nothin' personal. Jus' tryin' to handle ya' own business. I get that, I do. Problem is, Sami Zayn, that business ya' were tryin' to take care of? It messed wit' my business, an' when ya' mess wit' The Don's business? Then unfortunately for ya', things gotta' get personal between us."

Almost instinctively, Tony D cracks his knuckles for the camera, quickly doing the same with his neck, before continuing to gesture with his hands as he continues on.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "So mista' Zayn, regardless of whether I win this 'ere Prime Time Medal or not, ya' better be keepin' watch o' yourself. I know that can be a bit difficult, bein' Television Champion an' all, but don't worry, I'll do ya' a favor, Sami. See, I know ya' got The Demon Prince knockin' on ya' door, wantin' a championship rematch. Problem is, he got in my business as well, thanks to that little stunt that ya' pulled - even went as far as to pull on my tights, make sure I didn't kick outta' that lil' roll up of his. So I'm gonna' go ahead an' do ya' a favor, Sami Zayn. Next time I see The Demon Prince 'cross from me in the ring? I'm goin' to knock 'em senseless, an' make sure he keeps the receipt for when he ruined The Don's UWF debut. Then, once that little problem's taken care of, I'm goin' to do ya' a secon' favor, Sami Zayn, an' take that UWF Television Championship off from 'round ya' waist, that way ya' ain't gettin' weighed down by all that gold at night, when ya' bein' busy keepin' an eye out for me when an' if I decide to dispose of this little rat problem once an' for all 'ere in the UWF. Ya' get what I'm sayin', Sami?"

Giving a small laugh for the camera, Tony D'Angelo seems about ready to cap things off with the same punch feint trick that he's pulled in the past couple of promos of his...only for him to stop part-way through, and shake his head.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don: "For now though? I gotta' Prime Time Medal match to be focusin' on, so why don'cha go an' take a walk, cameraman? 'Cause the nex' time ya' be seein' me? I'm either goin' to be walkin' outta' 'ere wit' a busted up lip an' a few other scrapes an' bruises...or I'm goin' to be walkin' outta' 'ere wit' the Prime Time Medal hangin' off my neck, an' a victory over the King a' da' Ring hangin' ova' my conscience."

With that, Tony D'Angelo would continue on his little walk, leaving the camera behind, as it transitions to the next scene...





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 several dark figures waiting in the background and they come out walking to the light. The former UWF Champion Seth Rollins has a straight face with his disciples as they continue to walk down the entrance ramp and they stop 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. while his disciples stay by his side. Seth turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps as he walks along the ropes with his group. He stops in the middle as he climbs through the ring ropes and he gets into the ring with his group following him behind. He walks to the announcer and he asks for a microphone. The announcer hands him a microphone. His theme music stops playing as he begins to speak.


Seth Rollins: Hello Orlando, Florida. Your Messiah has arrived!


The crowd boos Seth as he smiles and smirks.


Seth Rollins: Yes, This is Revolution after the Final Battle. You all have seen what happen. I already know that you all have so many questions. So let me answer the question for you. Yes, I did defeat the so called Tribal Chief like I have promised. I am pretty sure you have seen a former ally of both Roman and I know. That is Dean Ambrose. Yes. You guys are wondering why he have helped me. It is plain easy. I have asked him. You see when I offered Roman Reigns a chance to bring back the Shield and he have decline. Yes, I have given Dean a call and he gladly accept to reform the the most dangerous shield with his brothers. But as you see, Roman has declined my offer and I know I have no choice but to make sure he faces consequences for it. You see Roman never knew I had a back up p;lan just in case if he refused to bring back the Shield here in UWF. Which is why you have seen Carmelo Hayes and Trick have accepted my offer to become my disciples. As you see, I was giving Roman a chance to get him back on track and to help him revive his tarnishing career. But it is too bad that Reigns have decided to make the worst decision of his life. That has led me to make no choice to make sure he suffers consequences for his actions. Yes, my brother Dean has joined me in my crusade in cleaning out all the corrupted mess here in UWF. But before I bring him out and let him speak for himself. I have to make a important announcement. That important announcement is that since I have defeated both LA Knight Roman Reigns straight back to back. I am on a roll baby! So do you all want to hear my special announcement?


The crowd boos Seth even louder and Seth Rollins laughs even harder.


Seth Rollins: I love you guys. Thanks for so much love. So the special announcement is this. Since I have been on a roll as of late and I have won against two formidable opponents as of late. It is about time for me to reclaim a championship gold that I have held before. NO, I am not talking about the UWF Championship. That is something I will possibly go after in the future. But as of now, I am talking about the I.C. Championship. Yes, that is the last championship I have held before I have retired. So I have seen the man that is holding that precious I.C. Championship is none other than Kyle O'Riley. Kyle, It has been a long time we have fought here in UWF. I am pretty sure we have cross paths before. Ever since I have returned from my retirement, I have seen you have done so impressive work as of late. You have worked your ass off to get where you are today. I am so impressive by your work Kyle. Yes, I have seen you won a hard fought battle with the Ravishing Rick Rude. Congrats to you on that. It is pretty awesome that you have been having two impressive victories as I.C. Champion as of late. But it is too bad that you haven't face anyone that is more tougher than anyone that you have faced before. You see I have held that I.C. Championship belt before. I have brought prestige to it before I have retired from wrestling competition. I have shown everyone why I was one of the greatest I.C. Champions of all time. Now that I see you are holding it, Kyile, you would need to face a former I.C. Champion like myself to prove that you are not a one hit wonder. You would need to defeat me to prove that you are not a fraud. As you see Kyle, you may have proven yourself to be unbeatable at the moment.


Do you really think you can't be beaten? Do you actually think you are untouchable at the moment because you retained the I.C. Championship twice. That is funny coming from someone who love to fight. I see why the fans love you. But it is too bad that they are too blind to see what kind of person you truly are. Kyle, I already know deep down, you are nothing but a selfish prick that is pretending to be someone you are not. Sure, you are still the I.C. Champion right now. But one of these days, you are going to get a huge reality check and smell the roses man. I already know you're nothing but a fraud and you are just using these fans. You don't really care about them. You don't really care about that I.C. Championship. You are only using it as a huge prop to make your career relevant. That is really sad Kyle. I actually thought you were a well high respected and hard working man. I honestly was wrong. So that is why it is time for me to teach you a huge lesson Kyle. As you see, whenever I watch you hold that I.C. Championship over your shoulder. It sickened me to see how a precious championship title is wasted on someone that doesn't deserve to hold it. Yes, I have said it. You don't deserve to hold the I.C. Championship. Do you want to know why? It is because every time you do, you literally spit on the legacy of all the greatest wrestlers that have held the I.C. Championship. O'Riley, you are nothing but a huge disgrace. You ruin the prestige every time you hold it. You make the I.C. Championship title looks like a joke compared to others.


That is why I am making it known that you have corrupted the I.C. Championship with your wicked ways Kyle O'Riley and you deserved to be punished for it. You see, there would always be consequences for your horrible actions. It is officially Kyle. I am calling you out and I am coming for you. I am coming back for what belongs to me. You see whenever we do meet in this ring, I can promise you that I am going to show everyone that you are not worthy to be I.C. Champion. I am going to show them why you are nothing but a huge joke. I am going to show them how a corrupted I.C. Champion that you are. I will open these people's eyes and show them your true colors. When they see it and then they will see why you are an undeserving I.C. Champion. You see when I have held that I.C. Championship. I am making it so prestage that I prove to everyone that I was one of the greatest I.C. Champions here in UWF. When that day came Kyle. I shall steal that I.C. Championship away from your corrupted hands and show the world why I deserved to be I.C. Champion again. I will not only show them why I am one of the greatest I.C. Champions here in UWF. I will also show them the way and help them by spreading the word of God. I will help save everyone from the corruption that has screwed up their minds. Also you are part of the problem and I must take you out. When I clean all the mess and corruption like you. Everyone including you will see why you have been saved by God's most devoted servant himself the Messiah Seth Rollins!


Now before we end this, I will let you all hear my brother Dean Ambrose explain his actions last night at the Final Battle right now.


“Wild Thing” by Troggs hits as Dean Ambrose comes walking through the crowd with a silent look chewing bubble gum and the crowd singing his theme song and he walks to the barricade. He jumps over the barricade as he walks up the steel steps and he walks along the ring ropes. He stops and he goes through the ring ropes. He gets into the ring and he walks up to the turnbuckle as he climbs up the turnbuckle. He stares at the crowd and he talks to himself before he gets down from the turnbuckle. He waits patiently for his opponent to arrive as he stares at the entrance.


Dean Ambrose: First of all, let me address everyone in the UWF. I already know people are asking why did I join Seth and his crusade. Why did I backstab Roman Reigns? You know what. You all better shut up and listen up really carefully. You all already know what kind of man I am. I love to fight. I was born to fight. You all want to know why I did it at the Final Battle. It is real simple man. Roman turn his back on his brothers. The man wasn't the same man that I have respected after I have retired from wrestling. You see when I was sitting at home. I have watched Roman acting like the Tribal Chief and all. I already knew he wasn't the same guy I knew before. He wasn't the dangerous Big Dog that I knew that was part of Shield. It makes me sick. Roman, you were my brother man. You disrespect me and Seth by turning down a offer to bring back Shield. It is a shame man. I was hoping it was a joke. But when Seth call me and ask me. Man, I was down. I was willing to fight with my brothers again. But as soon as you decline the offer Roman. I already had made my decision. I have no choice to make my grand return to UWF and punish you for your actions. You have given me a reason to put my wrestling boots on and get back in that very ring to kick some motherfucking ass man. Roman, you already know you were a good brother to me and Seth. I honestly didn't want to do that. But you had left me no choice man. You left Seth and I hanging out in the dust man. We were so ready to bring the whole gang back.


But now the dust is clear. You have lost. Unfortunately for you, Roman. You have already made your own bed and you have no choice but to lay in it. Now your whole career is over and now you are stuck in that damn hospital again. It is a real shame. We could have ruled UWF together as the Shield if you accept the proposal from Seth. Roman, I honestly just want you to know that I was the third man attacking you, I didn't want to do it Roman. I did it out of love for my brother. I care about you and Seth. That is why I am helping Seth spread his wisdom and get rid of all the corruption here in UWF, So have fun recovering and enjoying your retirement Roman. Now in other news. I have seen some old and new people walk through that door of UWF. I have seen people come through and wrestle. But some will give up and take the high road to leave. They will take their tail in and never show back here again. But most people will stay and work their asses off here. I highly respect that man. I know because I do it all the damn time. I would fight with everything I got. As much as I love my wife and daughter. I am always fighting for them every single day. I live to fight another day. I break every single bone every time I step into this ring man. Nobody is crazier than me. So I am sending a message to the whole locker room. You all better watch your back man. I'm coming for all of you. Men or women. I honestly don't give a damn who you are. You see. Things are going to change around here. From now on, you all will witness a new era. It is the era of the Messiah! We are going to spread the words of God and get rid of every filthy scum that is walking through the doors of UWF. We don't care who you are. No matter what you are. You are all in this fight too. Dean Ambrose is back. You all better buckle up and get ready for a fight, man. This son of bitch is ready to kick some ass. If you guys or gals ain't down to listen to the words of wisdom and follow the ways of the Messiah. You better be prepared because I am making you accept it the hard way. I ain't gonna make it easy for ya. So if you take the easy way and accept it. Then there won't be any problems. But if you don't and then you will have a problem with me. So UWF, you all better watch out. Remember this. Follow the ways and wisdoms of the God servant or face deadly repercussions. This is a message sent to you by the disciples of the Messiah himself Seth Rollins!


The scene ends with Jon Moxley and the disciples angry looking at the camera while Seth Rollins is laughing.








We find ourselves backstage with Legacy in a huddle talking to one another. The camera can’t pick up what’s being said, but when it comes closer Brock Anderson signals to Randy Orton who looks up.  The huddle breaks up as the camera moves in even closer.

RANDY ORTON: I have been back in this company for eight months. Eight months that I will admit have not gone how I saw them going. Now with these two I have corrected the ship and for the most part it has been smooth sailing. But we are still not where I wanted to be, come Summerslam.  I heard whispers that many were wanting to see LA Knight against Randy Orton at Summerslam, I even heard that for a bit it kept the champion up at night with the thought of having to face me.

An evil grin creeps across Orton’s face.

RANDY ORTON: But that opportunity was taken from me. And I’m sure with Nakamura on the horizon the champ sleeps a whole lot better. But I can’t sleep, they won’t let me sleep, the voices in my head telling me I should already be champion will not go away. The less I sleep, the more dangerous I become and tonight the man in danger is someone who has achieved what I wanted. In this year he held championship gold, he allowed it to slip from his fingers and I see that it still haunts him the way it haunts me to have not been champion.

Orton looks off into the abyss away from the camera just for a moment, as if he’s being told something that no one else can hear.

RANDY ORTON: We are both on a path of redemption Drew. We both have our eyes set on one goal, but we do not travel this road together. Not we come to this crossroads and one must continue while the other stumbles back. We have both had to restart and reset recently Drew. The question I ask you  is, will you be able to reset again? It took you two months to recover from Hell in a Cell and I don’t think it was the need for a physical recovery that lasted that long.  I understand the need for a warrior’s stance, an aurora to the world tell them you have not faltered. But much like I saw through the façade that Shibata put out to the world, I see through you. The danger tonight is very much physical, we are going to battle and I plan to put you out for much longer than two months.

Orton bites his bottom lip, again lost in his mind for a moment.

RANDY ORTON: But the physical scars will heal, I don’t know if you mentally can take another fall Drew. I worry that at my hands not only will your body be broken, but your spirit…that warrior spirit. Ask yourself Drew, is this going to be worth it? Is it going to be worth being embarrassed once more in front of the world? If you go to EC3 and you tell him you were wrong, you physically aren’t ready to come back. I mean I don’t think he will believe you. But he will understand and he will spare you from this match. Don’t walk out to that ring Drew because if you do, you aren’t coming back the man you are now.  If you walk into that ring tonight, the warrior dies for good. Don’t let this warning fool you, don’t think that I will feel bad for a moment doing what I have to do. Drew, I will happily feast on the corpse of that warrior because it brings me one step closer to what I need. I will walk over your broken body to get where I’m going….and I’ll enjoy every moment of it.


With that the camera backs away and allows Legacy to huddle up again to continue their discussion.




We head backstage where we see Byron Saxton standing by. He's got a microphone in hand so he must obviously be here to conduct an interview. With whom? Well let's find out. 

Byron Saxton: Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Byron Saxton here and joining me at this time is a man who needs no introduction. Ladies and Gentlemen, the UWF Champion, LA Knight!

The Orlando fans chant "YEAH" as Saxton finishes mentioning the name of the UWF Champion. Sure enough, LA Knight walks into the shot. He stares at Byron a little confused before looking into the camera.




Knight turns his attention back to Saxton.

LA Knight: Who the hell are 'ya?

Now Saxton is the confused one.

Byron Saxton: I'm uh, Byron, sir. I'm here to conduct an interview. 

LA Knight: Where's Michelle?

Saxton: Who?

LA Knight: 'Ya know, Michelle. Cute blonde, got the hots for the Champ. She's the only one L...A....Knight lets interview him. 

Saxton: Oh, I think you mean McKenzie. 

LA Knight: Listen here Bryan.

Saxton: Actually, it's Byron.

LA Knight: Bryan, that's what I said. Point is, she's been interviewing L...A....Knight for almost two years. L...A....Knight would know her name.

Her name actually is McKenzie but it's semantics at this point. 

LA Knight: Forget it. 'Ya said 'ya got questions for the Champ. Well come on and ask them 'cause L...A....Knight doesn't got all night to waste. We're in OR-LAN-DO...

Cheap pop

LA Knight: And L...A....Knight can't wait to see what Magic this city has to offer.

Saxton: First, you're fresh off of successfully defending the UWF Championship against Tommaso Ciampa at Final Battle. Tommaso Ciampa is on record saying that he would bring the fight to you like no one ever has. How did you manage to quiet his storm in front of his own countrymen in Italy? 

LA Knight: 'Ya know, L...A....Knight talks a lot of smack. And can 'ya blame him? When 'ya just this damn good, it's hard not to be a little cocky. In the lead up to Final Battle, L...A....Knight told Tommaso Ciampa that for as good as he thought he was, L...A....Knight is still leaps and bounds better. It didn't matter if we were in his home country. It didn't matter if he waited a year and a half for another shot at the World Championship. It didn't matter that he said he was going to inflict as much pain to L...A....Knight as humanly possible. All that matters is that when the chips were on the line and the lights shined bright, Tommaso Ciampa showed Rome and the entire world that he is what L...A....Knight has always said he is. A B+ player. And a B+ just doesn't measure up to an A, Bryan. And that's what L...A...Knight is. He's an A. He's A Megastar. He's A Future Hall of Famer. But most importantly, he's the one thing Tommaso Ciampa will never be. A World Champion.YEAH!

Saxton: Well with Tommaso Ciampa now in your rear view mirror, you now shift your focus to Summerslam. As we found out last Sunday, you will be defending the UWF Championship against The King of The Ring, Shinsuke Nakamura. Now, Nakamura has been unstoppable on his way to securing the King of The Ring crown. As a matter of fact, as of this moment, he is undefeated. How do you plan on stopping someone with so much momentum come Summerslam?

LA Knight: Shinsuke Nakamura. The man with no class. The man that had the nerve to introduce himself to my Championship, all the while ignoring the Champion himself. L...A....Knight can't tell a lie; Nakamura, 'ya have been impressive. Hell, L...A....Knight got to watch it up close and personal not too long ago. But the Champ sees this as a case of too much, too soon for Nakamura. Think about it. He had to go through the entire King of The Ring Tournament. He's got to defend the Prime Time Medal tonight. Then he's got the Million Dollar Champion waiting in the wings for him. There's no way Shinsuke Nakamura is going to be 100% come Summerslam. And as we've seen, men at their absolute best have struggled with L...A....Knight. What chance does a worn down Nakamura stand? This isn't the first time L...A....Knight will be on a big stage with someone that has that unbeatable aura. And just like last time, L...A....Knight plans to walk out with this Championship still around this waist. 

Saxton: I'm glad you brought that up. Because there was one more thing at Final Battle that I'm sure you found interesting. And that would be the return of former UWF Champion, Drew McIntyre. Any thoughts on Drew's return and subsequent firing of Stokley Hathaway?

LA Knight: Can 'ya imagine? There L...A....Knight was, warming up for his match. Then he hears that stupid song and lo and behold Drew McIntyre is back in the UWF. L...A....Knight has to say, he didn't miss him. But it was refreshing to see Drew do something he should've done a year ago and drop 'bout one hundred and thirty pounds of uselessness in the garbage. But Drew, just 'cause 'ya got rid of Stokley and Strowman, don't think 'ya got another crack at this Championship any time soon. Drew McIntyre is finally going to have to do what he's never done before. He's going to have to crawl his way up the mountain if he wants a third match with the Million Dollar Champion. So Drew Drew, my Favorite Number Two, enjoy slumming. L...A...Knight will enjoy the view from the top. And if 'ya lucky, our paths will cross again. Now Bryan, if 'ya don't mind, L...A....Knight has his favorite bottle of Dom Perignon on ice. So if 'ya don't mind, the Champ will be leaving. Next time, make sure they send Michelle. 

Just like that, Knight walks off. Byron is prepared to throw it to the next segment but before he can, you hear a loud "YEAH!" from the Champion in the background. Revolution rolls on. 




Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the UWF Prime Time Medal!





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.



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.

Chimel: And his opponent...





The violins of Shinsuke Nakamuras theme begin to wail across the arena, until the beat kicks in with one last string of the violin as a silhouetted Nakamara appears in the shadows and his name pops up on the tron. The Spotlight hits Nakamura as he is swaying his arms around along with is music, the audience begin to sing along to his theme as he flows down to the ring.







Chimel:From Kyoto, Japan. weighing in at 229 pounds... he IS the UWF Prime Time Medalist and 2024 King of the Ring... Shinsuke...Nakamura!



Shinsuke walks around the ring and leans back against the barricade waving his hands with his ring finger down and all other fingers extended as the people in the front row reach out just to touch him. Nakamura walks up the steel steps and holds onto the ring post to stretch before he enters the ring, putting his hand over his mouth almost ready to burst into tears before he turns around and grabs the ropes. Doing his signature pose in time with his music as he slowly sinks down his legs bending as he lays on his back on the canvas. Twirling up and around onto his knees and standing back up he brushes his hair and goes to the corner where he puts his foot against the top turnbuckle to stretch, following with his other foot moving up to hook onto the top rope to get himself limber for his match.

DING DING!



As that starting bell sounds, these two men waste no time getting at each other as they meet in the middle of the ring to start trading blows. While D'Angelo is mostly going for open-handed smacks on Nakamura, the current King of the Ring is responding with a mixture of quick kicks and wrist-strikes to the chest. It genuinely looks like the two might go blow for blow until one of them passes out, but then D'Angelo suddenly and unexpectedly changes tack as he kicks Nakamura in the gut to double him over, then traps him in a front facelock. Once D'Angelo has him in the hold, he uses his power advantage to keep Nakamura there while delivering some stiff body shots to the King.



Tom Phillips: It's the Don versus the King here tonight as Tony D'Angelo vies for what could be the biggest win of his UWF career so far.



Corey Graves: You got that right, Tom. Now, Tony D has enjoyed some early success here in the UWF — that's why he's here, contending for the Prime Time Medal. He had a big win at Final Battle. But tonight, against a man who has reached the pinnacle in international promotions and carved his way through some of the top athletes this company has on its payroll, he's got his work cut out for him.



Once he's delivered a few unprotected blows to Nakamura, D'Angelo just discards him to the canvas. Shinsuke wisely rolls out of the ring to regroup, holding his kidney as he grimaces and hobbles toward the barricade. D'Angelo watches him from the ring for the first three seconds of the official's count, but then he finally drops onto his back and rolls to the outside, heading over to grab Shinsuke. Unfortunately for him, Nakamura has other plans, and almost as soon as the Don's feet hit the floor, the King of the Ring is charging him, looking for a big kick to the face! The Don has it scouted, though, and he catches the boot, then just throws Nakamura up so that he flips and lands hard on his chest on the floor. The fans buzz as D'Angelo drops to one knee and delivers some clubbing blows to the back of the neck and shoulders, before rising to his feet and bringing Shinsuke up with him, then throwing him back in the ring.



Mauro Ranallo: Tony D'Angelo just powered his way out of what very well could have been a knockout blow here. It's incredible the amount of veteran instinct he shows in his young UWF career.



Graves: There's not too many true blue chip prospects in this company, but the Don is definitely one of them.



D'Angelo re-enters the ring and immediately he goes back after Nakamura, putting some boots to him. But Nakamura actually manages to battle up to a knee as the official urges D'Angelo to give him some space and starts a count. The Don does so, eyeing Shinsuke with a vicious expression as he circles like a shark might a bleeding man in the water. As soon as Nakamura is fully vertical, the Don rushes him, but Shinsuke throws a back elbow that catches him unawares and flush on the jaw, making him reel. The reigning Prime Time Medalist wastes no time covering the ground to deliver a knee to Tony D's gut, and when the bigger man is bent over, Nakamura then executes a picture-perfect axe kick to the back of the neck that puts his opponent down on the canvas. Nakamura rolls the bigger man over to hook the leg.



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...2...



...NO! Tony D'Angelo kicks out just after two.



Phillips: The Prime Time Medalist came within a second of a successful defense right there.



Ranallo: And it's no wonder as to how. His strikes are lethal, especially those kicks. A lesser man would've been finished after that axe fell.



D'Angelo moves to hands and knees, but Nakamura takes advantage of the situation to shout "COME ON!" and deliver some nasty short kicks to the ribs, almost goading the challenger back to his feet. D'Angelo crawls for the ropes, the cumulative impact of each blow winding him just that much more. When he reaches the ropes, he uses them to pull up to one knee, but Nakamura meets him there as he graduates from the short kicks to shoot kicks to the chest, each landing with enough force to send a stiff clap to the cheap seats, despite the fact his foe is wearing a tank top. After five of those kicks have knocked all wind out of D'Angelo's sails, Nakamura falls back into the ropes he's facing toward and comes looking with a discus kick, but D'Angelo actually manages to duck backward to avoid the blow before quickly hauling himself back to his vertical base.



The Prime Time Medalist keeps surging to the ropes opposite, rebounding to look for something else, but the Don steps up into his advance and catches him early, scooping him up, spinning, and slamming him to the canvas with authority via a thunderous spinebuster! The delivery gets the fans right back into the match with a big pop as D'Angelo struts toward the opposite side of the ring while throwing his hands up for that classic "che vuoi?" finger purse gesture.



Graves: The Don is showing he's got the toughness to persevere through a withering assault by one of the most brutal strikers in the UWF today. He can definitely hang.



Nakamura finds himself up on one knee when D'Angelo finally comes back around to him, so the Don simply doubles over and cinches around the waist before deadlifting the King of Strong Style and dropping him gut-first over a knee like he's hanging some wet linens on the line. The challenger then just shoves the visibly hurting Medalist onto the canvas, where Nakamura clutches his gut for a moment before he has to raise his arms to defend against some forearm smashes his opponent rains down from one knee beside him. Shinsuke does his best to cover up and the ref starts a five-count, hitting the tender count of four before the Don gives his foe some room to breathe again.



Ranallo: The UWF official wisely urging separation there after Tony D'Angelo got the literal upper hand on his opponent.



Phillips: And what does it say about the challenger here that he is taking not only the Prime Time Medalist, but the reigning King of the Ring, to task tonight?



Graves: If you ask me, I think it means he has a promising future in this company.



As Shinsuke finds a knee again, D'Angelo hits the ropes opposite and surges toward him, looking to hit him with a basement big boot. But Nakamura has it scouted and rolls to the side, causing D'Angelo to lurch awkwardly into the ropes, hanging himself up by the groin on the middle one! Nakamura is quick to capitalize as he springs to action, grabbing the rope and jerking it up and down to give his opponent a nasty ride. The unsportsmanlike maneuver draws a rebuke from the crowd and a stern warning from the official, but the damage is done as D'Angelo hangs, draped, over that middle rope. Nakamura hits the ropes opposite and surges forward to deliver a devastating knee to the side of the head, and his opponent falls with a hard thump onto the apron, hanging precariously with his head and shoulders over the edge. That's right where Shinsuke wants him as he steps out onto the apron and hypes the crowd with a roar, then surges forward and drops the knee! D'Angelo hits the floor after the impact like a sack of potatoes as nuclear heat erupts in the stands.



Phillips: I don't know whether that was veteran's instinct or just killer instinct there, but the Prime Time Medalist outsmarted and outpositioned his opponent and now, it seems, he's right back in the driver's seat.



Graves: Shinsuke's not just the King of the Ring, he's the King of Strong Style. Every single strike, every maneuver, it's all calculated, Tom: deviously devised to deliver the most damage he can. He's like an artist.



Shinsuke struts around the ring for a minute, feeling like he's in the cat-bird seat, before he finally drops to the canvas and rolls out to the outside. But when he finds his base on the floor, D'Angelo quickly darts back into the ring, having had time to recover a bit. Unfortunately for him, Nakamura is in hot pursuit, sliding into the ring after him. Unfortunately for Nakamura, the challenger was counting on that, because as soon as he re-enters the ring and gets some separation from the ropes, his opponent surges from one knee to take him down with a spear, then hooks the leg!



Ranallo: Mamma mia! It could all be over!



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As D'Angelo gets back to his feet, he looks out to the crowd with a smirk on his face, then down on Nakamura. "It's time ta' put this wiseguy to bed!" the Don declares, before dropping down to deliver some grounded knee strikes to his prone opponent. Nakamura tries to roll away, but just when he thinks he's out, the Don pulls him back in for another one. And another one. He's relentless, and the blows are having a tremendous impact on his foe.



Phillips: I don't think the Prime Time Medalist has anything left...



Graves: Maybe not, Tom. If the Don is smart, he should make the cover soon.



Nakamura rolls out to the apron, using the ropes both for separation and to get to his feet. The official tries to interpose himself between the King and the Don, but D'Angelo brushes him to the side as he rushes Nakamura, looking to deliver a forearm shiver to send him off the apron. But Nakamura ducks between the ropes and connects with a quick shoulder-thrust! The move staggers D'Angelo, who reels around dazed before turning back to Nakamura, who looks to springboard off the top rope. The Don has it scouted though, and he rushes the rope, pulling it suddenly toward him to slingshot Nakamura off and back into the ring! The King, however, lands in a roll and springs back to his feet, hitting the ropes running as he comes looking — possibly for his patented Kinshasa killshot. Unfortunately for him, the Don knows its coming and once again steps in to lift him up for a single-handed spinebuster!



...but unfortunately for the Don, Nakamura has other plans as he spits the Red Mist in D'Angelo's face! With nothing to protect himself, the Don catches it full on and drops Nakamura to his feet as he stumbles back into the ropes, rebounding himself and looking for a wild, blind lariat. Nakamura easily ducks the blow, running the ropes, and as D'Angelo turns around he gets his eyes wiped just clean enough to see the incoming blow as Nakamura delivers that killshot...



Ranallo: KINSHASAAAAAAA!



The Prime Time Medalist shoots the half.



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DING DING DING!



Here is your winner, and STILL

the UWF Prime Time Medalist:



Shinsuka... NAKAMURA!







Graves: We were promised a hard-hitting match-up when these two men were booked to fight each other this week and folks, I'm happy to say this one did not disappoint.



Phillips: It might not have disappointed you, but Nakamura cheated with the Red Mist, and that spoiled what otherwise could easily have been a match of the year contender!



Ranallo: Be that as it may, you can't deny results, and the result of this contest is that Shinsuke Nakamura is one step closer to making good on his Prime Time Medal.



While Shinsuke celebrates in the ring, D'Angelo rolls out of it, using a towel provided by a ringside attendant to wipe the remainder of the mist from his face. The Don looks over a shoulder at Nakamura with a glare, shakes his head, and then heads to the back in defeat.




Pat McAffee:  Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, have we got the most special guest for you today.  It’s none other than the longest reigning UWF Intercontinental champion of all time, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!  Rick, dude…I’ve got to tell you, you’re coming off of an absolutely stellar match with Kyle O’Reilly at Final Battle.  Before I get to where I’m stumbling all over myself here, Rick…how the hell are you, my man?



Rude: Pat, I couldn’t complain, honestly.  Sure, I could bitch about being sore here or there, but I honestly feel more alive since that match with Kyle than I have in years.

McAffee  That is wonderful to hear, my dude.  Ok, now the casual introductions are out of the way, now it’s time for me to absolutely gush over that match.  A friggin’ sixty minute Ironman match for the Intercontinental championship!  Number one, that’s a first for that title.  Number two, that has to be a first for a dude at your age.  Number three, it was absolutely spectacular.  If the two of you don’t receive the Slammy for match of the year, I’ll be along with the majority of the UWF universe in rioting right outside of headquarters!  Unfortunately, you weren’t able to pull out the win, any comments that you’d like to make about that, Rick?

Rude smirks and wipes at his mustache before answering the question.

Rude:  I would believe that it was a first for someone of my age to compete in such a match.  However, I’ll go ahead and address my loss in that match.  Had that been anyone else on the roster, I would still be pissed that I lost.  However, I’ve held my head up high ever since that buzzer went off at the end of the match.  I literally threw everything that I had at Kyle and he just kept coming.  Sure, he got two wins up on me, but how long did we have it in a dead heat?  I could be disappointed in the fact that I lost, but the entire reason that I even attempted going back after that championship was to make it back into the belt that held the respect that it deserved.  Twice I’ve went up against Kyle, now for that belt and twice he’s been able to topple me.  After Final Battle, I know for a damn fact that the title is in good hands.  And I know that there is actually potential for someone to either tie or break my record reign, now.  Because, I don’t see a damned soul on the roster that’s going to be able to take that title off of him.  I also had the intention of showing the rest of the locker room just how serious of a competitor that he was and how the continuous insults that he was Larry’s bagboy just have to stop.  In fact, I dare anyone to say that again.  Because they not only will have him to deal with, but me as well.

McAffee:  Right on, brother!  Speaking of throwing everything at him, man…that heart attack spot…I’m not going to lie, I thought you were legitimately having more heart issues, and Bayley freaking out in that cage!  Man!  That had to be a sore subject after the show!

Rude:  Oh, it definitely was.  Not only with Kyle and Bayley, but with Eric as well.  Scott being the fount of brilliant in-ring ideas that he is, just so happened to call me right before the match and lay out the idea for me, so all credit goes to him.

McAffee:  I wouldn’t say all credit, man.  You pulled that off like you were a professional actor, maybe you need to be calling up some Hollywood agents if they’re not already contacting you!  Anyways…I’m done gushing over that match.  I know the question on everybody’s mind is this:  What’s next for “Ravishing’ Rick Rude?

Rude brushes his mustache with his hand, as if he is deep in thought.

Rude:  Pat, I don’t think I’ve kept it very quiet that I fully intend on coming after Knight and his championship.  Knight has one win, one draw over me.  That’s a score that I’ve got to settle, for sure.  Besides, there’s more records to be broken with that title.

McAfee:  Right on, man.  How do you figure that you’ll find your way into getting that coveted number one contendership?

Rude:  I’m sure that an opportunity will present itself fairly soon.  Until then, I’ve just gotta focus on making sure that the nWo has finally taken off on the correct footing.

McAfee:  Well, folks it’s time for a break.  Rick, I know that you’re an extremely busy man, so I want to extend my heartfelt thanks for attending the show today!  You’ve always been one of my top favorite wrestlers, so it has been an honor, sir!  We’ll be right back!






We head backstage where the new Television Champion is standing by.

Sami Dos Oros: Well what did I tell you? My trip to Mecca opened my eyes to what I really needed to do here. What UWF needed. Now I add my honour, my prestige, my legacy to this here Championship. Did you ever hear anyone talking about wanting to fight Finn Balor? Nobody wanted anything to do with this title and yet the second I win it, this loud mouthed "Don" is going around blathering my name about because he knows what I've added to this title. He even wanted to cash in the Prime Time Medal for the TV title rather than the IC. I've got former UWF Champions like McIntyre speaking my name because that's the kind of value my name brings to this title.

And that's just this here title. A title that's been sullied for years. In the past 4 years, the title has only been defended multiple times by 3 different people out of 20. This thing is practically melting with how much it's been hot potatoed. But that's fine. I can handle the heat. I can use it to melt it down and form it into something great again. And this is the change I bring to it after only one week. Imagine what I could do for the Intercontinental Championship. The UWF Championship! But I won't get ahead of myself. I am no longer blinded by the fast success. I turned down the King of the Ring and EC3 even offered me yet another huge opportunity. One that people think I would be foolish to turn down but I did. Slow and steady wins the race. The people who have are remembered are those that build thier legacy, not just race to the top. So this you see before you, get comfortable with it, because you'll be seeing a lot of it as this year continues.






Blue lights begin to flash around the building as "We Care A Lot" by Faith No More begins to play. Anyone that was having a good night is most likely about to have it ruined as Drew McIntyre steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. A mixed crowd reaction follows as the Scotsman slowly walks towards the top of the ramp before stopping and looking directly at the ground. After five to ten seconds of build up, The Claymore King lifts his head and arms up which sets off fire pyrotechnics all around him.

Tony Chimel: From Ayr, Scotland. Weighing in at 265 pounds, Drew McIntyre!

The flames continue to go off intermittently as McIntyre makes his way down the ramp at a steady pace. Once at the bottom, he turns and heads for the steel ring steps. After taking a brief pause, he smacks the top of the steps with his open hand, not once, but twice, before climbing up them and then grabbing the ropes in order to perch himself on the top rope.



The former UWF Champion takes a look at his surroundings before raising his arms again and letting out a hearty battle cry that can be heard from the front rows all the way to the back. McIntyre then drops down to the mat and unclips his ring coat before removing it and dropping it to the outside in order to prepare for the upcoming contest.




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

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

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

VS


DING DING DING


The bell rings and both me circle around each other. Drew hasn't been in a match since Backlash and The Viper can sense a bit of reluctance in him. He jukes forward a few times like he's going to strike, checking to see if Drew's reflexes are good. He finally slithers through him and tackles him into the corner. He tries to keep him in place but a few clubbing blows to the back sends him retreating. Drew moves in for the Big Boot but Orton falls back on his ass to avoid it. He scurries to the ropes and laughs at Drew, telling him he was just a step too slow.


Tom Phillips: I'm not sure if toying with the dominating former World Champion is such a good idea.

Corey Graves: Randy has been everywhere you can be in UWF. From a World Champion, to the lowest rung to even the owner. At this stage he can do whatever he wants, how he wants so long as it gets results and judging by the past two ppvs, it's getting results.


The Apex Predator rolls out of the ring and convenes with his Legacy. He keeps looking up at Drew, merely trying to annoy him it seems. Drew takes the bait and goes to the outside to get him but Randy slides right back into the ring. Drew comes in after him but Randy stomps on him, That doesn't go well for him though since Drew grabs at his feet, tripping him up and crawling all over him, clobbering him with big swings. The ref gets on him for using closed fists like this is the 80s and The Claymore King instead brings him up to his feet. He picks him up and rams him back first into the turnbuckles. He then lifts him up onto the top rope and then turns around, grabbing his legs over his shoulders and walks to the center of the ring with Orton hanging over his back upside down. He flips him forward and smashing him into the mat via Reverse Alabama Slam! He makes the pin!



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Orton kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Did you see the way Orton face just smashed into the mat?

Mauro Ranallo: If hearing voices was just a metaphor, it may be a real thing now.


The former UWF Champion bring Randy up and tells him he'll never be on his level. He shoves his head between his legs and goes to lift him up but Orton drops to a knee. Drew tries to power him up anyway but Orton kicks his foot back as he's being lifted and hits him right in the face! Drew lets go and stumbles back a few paces. Orton goes for a Dropkick but Drew shoves his feet away. Let me know if you read this. Orton gets up as fast as he can and runs at McIntyre only to get caught with the Lifting Spinebuster! He goes for the pin!



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Orton kicks out! Bron gets on the apron and tries to get Drew's attention. This works and allows Randy to roll out of the ring, Anderson grabbing him and tending to him. Drew runs and takes a swing at Bron but he drops down and taunts him. Drew waves him off and turns back to where Orton is. Drew takes off running at him and Brock shoves Orton out of harms way as he gets taken out with the Suicide Dive! Drew grabs Randy and tosses him back into the ring. He gets on the apron to get back inside and steps through the ropes but Brekker comes running over. Drew catches him and warns him to not come any closer but Randy is up and kicks the middle rope right into his nuts! He throws Drew's other leg back outside the ring and pulls him in through the ropes to execute the Rope Drape DDT! He pulls him away from the ropes and the ref drops down to make the pin.



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McIntyre kicks out! Rather than go all out, Orton does what he does best and that's slow down the pace. He slowly and methodically stomps all over Drew with the world's most boring signature move. Drew sits up after a stomp on his foot and just shoves him away. He goes to get to his feet but Orton levels him with a Dropkick, this time connecting. If that wasn't enough, he hits a Jumping Knee Drop to his head. He makes the pin.



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Drew kicks out. Slowly down the pace may seem like a good tactic but all it's done is piss Drew off. Orton grabs a fistful of hair and brings the former UWF Champion to his feet. He leans him over his back and gets ready to drop to his knees but McIntyre instead throws an elbow down hard right into his ribs. Orton crawls away as Drew gets situated. He leans against the corner and Drew walks over and begins to stomp him over and over again until the ref reaches a 4 count and has to practically pull him off.


Mauro Ranallo: I'd be careful if I as Drew. He might be getting a little overzealous after his time away from the ring.

Corey Graves: Do your worst I say. Put the rest of the roster on notice. Who cares about one match.

Tom Phillips: One big win is all it takes to get opportunities sometimes.

Corey Graves: May I remind you that Drew didn't wait for opportunities. He took them and became UWF Champion in a matter months.


Drew finally backs away after the threat of being disqualified. Orton picks himself up and groggily walks to the center of the ring. Drew nails him with a European Uppercut but the Apex Predator stands. He tells him to hit him harder so Drew runs backwards into the ropes to build momentum but ends up getting caught with a Snap Powerslam into the pin!



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McIntyre kicks out and rolls away, looking surprised to almost be caught right there. Randy gets to his feet at about the same time Drew does and they meet in the middle and start trading slow back and forth punches. Being the stronger of the two, Drew starts to gain the upper hand but a swift knee to the gut cuts off any momentum. Orton smiles and points to his head, outthinking the former UWF Champion. He runs to the ropes but when he comes off he gets leveled with the Claymore! Drew makes the pin right away.



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But NO! The ref stops his count when he sees that Orton's foot is on the bottom rope! Anderson can be seen casually walking away.


Tom Phillips: What the hell!

Corey Graves: Brilliant move to protect their Legacy.

Mauro Ranallo: Not so much if they envy their careers.


Drew slips underneath the ropes and grabs Brock from behind, tossing him into the steel ring steps. Brekker comes charging from around the corner, looking for a Spear but he's met with a Knee to the face! McIntyre rolls back into the ring and Orton is still down. He brings Randy up and hooks one arm. He goes to grab the other to set up the Future shock but the Viper slithers free, spinning out and striking with an RKO! He makes the pin!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Randy Orton!



Orton's got a big smile on his face have stealing one right there. Brekker and Anderson come to on the outside just as Drew is doing the same. Rather than face his wrath, the three decide to head to the back leaving Drew to stew on his return as the show rolls on.




We're taken backstage where Logan Paul is walking down the hallway. His ever present neon color bottle of prime firmly in his hand. Never one to waste the moment he notices the camera on him and starts to speak.



Logan Paul

Heeelllllloooooo UWF Universe, your center has arrived. Now, unfortunately I don't really have that much time to talk today. I'm on my way to a very very important meeting, but you guys can come with me for a little bit. People want to know how my time in UWF is going and all I have to say is it's great! All metrics and all numbers are up. Through the roof, actually. It's a proven fact that if you want to go viral just put me on camera and watch the likes and views come in. Not only am I a mega star, I'm a star maker too. Just look at my track record since coming here. Randy Orton? I rejuvenated his entire career and made him relevant again. Tony D'Angelo? No one had ever even heard of the guy then he gets a match with me and suddenly he's fighting for the Prime Medal… You're welcome, Tony. Everything I touch turns to gold. And, uh, speaking of touching… hello ladies.

Logan Paul stops when he comes across a discussion between Rhea Ripley and Jamie Hayter.

Jamie and Rhea look at Logan each with an angry scowl on their faces while glaring a hole through him.

Rhea Ripley: “Jamie, who the hell is this guy again?”

Jamie’s eyes scan Logan before she pipes up.

Jamie Hayter: “I know exactly who you are.”

Rhea raises an eyebrow before Jamie looks at her.

Jamie Hayter: “He’s Ryan Gosling’s portrayal of Ken from last year’s Barbie movie.”

Rhea nods her head and starts making the connection.

Rhea Ripley: “I can see it. That was after he returned to Barbie Land after his time in the real world.”

Jamie Hayter: “Exactly. He’s got the furry coat, he’s got the douchebag mannerisms, and he has the overinflated sense of self-importance.”

Jamie and Rhea turn their attention back to Logan.

Jamie Hayter: "What the bloody hell did you interrupt us for?”

Rhea Ripley: “Yeah, this was an A-B conversation. C your way out of it, ya bloody clacker!”


Logan Paul

Cute, real cute y'all. Also you think I'm upset about being called Ryan Gosling? He's actually a great friend, seeing as we're both A Listers. You 2 wouldn't know anything about that though. You actually should be thanking me for interrupting this little tea party. This segment alone is going to get you more views than you've ever had in your life. But hey you may not be a Prime Superstar like me but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy a nice cold Prime. Here.

Logan hands the Prime over to Jamie who hesitantly takes it.

Jamie looks at Logan with a raised eyebrow.

Jamie Hayter: “You’re not an A-lister like Ryan Gosling.”

Jamie says as she opens the bottle of Prime.

Rhea Ripley: “If anything, you’re a Z-lister, which only makes sense considering that the terrible excuse for a comedy you made, the ripoff of the comedy classic Airplane, is nothing more than a Z-movie.”

Jamie takes a sip from the bottle of Prime, swishes it around to taste it, and then spits it right into Logan’s face.

Jamie Hayter: “What is this, piss water?”

Rhea grabs the bottle from Jamie and takes a sip. Just like Jamie, Rhea swishes it around her mouth and then spits it into Logan’s face before throwing the bottle at his head.

Rhea Ripley: “I drank beer out of fungus-infested shoes before, and that still tasted better than this arse piss.”

Jamie Hayter: “Right?”

Jamie says to Rhea before handing Rhea a can of Rockstar Energy Drink and then grabs one for herself. Almost simultaneously, they open their respective cans and take a huge gulp of them before sighing contently.

Jamie Hayter: “Oh, yeah. That’s the palate cleanser.”

Rhea Ripley: “Right? Rockstar is a real energy drink unlike Prime.”

Both Rhea and Jamie walk off laughing as Logan Paul wipes his eyes and face from the impromptu Prime shower.


Logan Paul
 
Rockstar?! That stuff will rot your teeth!

He calls after them.

…it doesn't taste like piss..

He quietly says to himself, still trying to dry off as the feed is taken elsewhere





Open to a gigantic mansion with the sun shining down upon it amidst a sea of dark clouds.



A little spooky. Very holy. The vibes get even more intense when Era's "Ameno" descends upon the scene like a blessing from god.



The camera slowly moves closer to the mansion. The grass is perfectly cut... the surrounding bushes are trimmed to pristine perfection... and a fresh coat of white paint tops the whole thing off. Whole lotta care put into this place it seems. The camera pans in on a sign above the front door. It reads, "orfanato de Fray Tormenta" The door suddenly swings open and a masked man in a priest's robe steps out into view, Fray Tormenta.



Tormenta takes a moment to appreciate the view. He breathes in the fresh air before stepping out into the grass. He looks behind him, taking in the sight of the sunlight breathing down upon the mountains. He silently nods as "Ameno" breaks out into a grand chorus. The swagged-out priest takes a few more seconds to admire the beauty of the scene before heading back into the massive building. We follow him in. Assuming this place is his, this guy must be absolutely loaded. Everything inside is in immaculate condition. He walks past corridor after corridor, each one more intricate and elegant than the last.

After traversing past an endless number of hallways that even Luigi's mansion pales in comparison to, Tormenta opens a door and peers into an all-black room. It's completely dark except for one small light. Beneath the light lays a man on his knees, praying to a lucha libre mask.

Fray Tormenta: It's time, mijo.

The man ends his prayer before slowly donning his mask and turning around.



Místico. He gives us nothing but a silent nod before the screen cuts to black.





The arena is rustling as the ring is adorned with a black carpet over it, a crown on a pedestal and a Throne sitting inside. Dressed up ring crew are all over the outside and even inside as the lights go out, and a spotlight shines on stage. Lee England Jr. is standing in the middle of that light, as he pulls up his violin and begins to fill the arena with the sounds of his art.



After playing some tear inducing melodies, his rapid stringing begins to build until he pulls tartly upon one of his strings. In this moment of pause, the crowd begin to applaud the musical showing, he nods in appreciation before he brings his bow back upon his strings and plays along with the all too familiar entrance.



Shinsuke Nakamuaras silhouette is seen coming through the curtain as his music hits and his body reacts, he slowly dances his way onto the spotlight as he looks at his personal violinist and crosses his arm over his body and bowing to him as Lee England Jr. returns the bow in kind while playing. Nakamura turns and raises his hands up as he makes his way down to the ring. in all white.



Mauro Ranallo: An entrance befitting a King, Shinsuke Nakamura is soaking in this tournament victory for everything it's got.

Corey Graves: When you're a King, you can't help but make a stunning entrance, and be waited on hand and foot. Look at this set up the new King of the Ring has going for him.

Nakamura climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring, he looks at the large throne and smirks, before he eyes the crown sitting upon a pedestal and bows to it. He looks at the stagehand next to it, and signals for a microphone which he is promptly handed, as he looks around and smiles before raises his microphone and addressing the audience.

Shinsuke Nakamura: いただきます, 着任以来、着任以来、私は夢をごちそうになってきた。人々が大切にし、欲しがり、憧れるものを見ると...私にはそれが必要なのだ。それがメダルであれ、王冠であれ、優勝であれ。世間が欲しがるものを見て、私はそれを自分のものにする。もし彼らが本当にそれを望むなら、私のドアをノックしなければならない。しかし今、私は自分自身で2、3のドアをノックしたいと思っている。

Shinsuke smiles and looks around, almost amused at the what chants and confused looks on some peoples faces.

I welcome all of you to a special night, a night of beginnings. Night of first steps, to the future. My future, your future. Yes. I came back to the UWF, to fix things. To be my true self and prove who I was but most important of all. I came to be the World Champion. But I knew if I want to be the champion, I had to beat the best. Swerve and Seth were hot and ready for new names. Bobby and Jamie were promising and ready for opportunity. Kyle and Caleb were established and on edge of the mountaintop. But they were not ready for my crowning, not ready for a King. I accomplish everything I can in Japan, and I needed to prove that I could accomplish everything here. Mighty Caleb is a strong warrior, today my neck still hurt. My body still hurting, fingers shaking!

Nakamura curls his fingers up and starts to shake them as he shivers his whole body, laughing a bit before he cracks his neck and continues.

But through the pain, I became King of the Ring. Tonight, I'm no longer a name. I am a status, and the King of Strong Style is crowned not just as king. Crowned as your future. I have wondered what it would feel like, to accomplish the dreams of so many others...but I guess there's only one way to find out now.

Shinsuke turns to the stagehand and nods. Signaling him to pick up the crown so that Shinsuke can be crowned, walking over to Nakamura though he is suddenly stopped by a straight kick to the sternum that sends the helpless individual down to the mat in pain.

Tom Phillips: What the hell was that all about?

Nakamura walks over and boots him nonchalantly to get him to roll out of the ring, all the while looking down at where his crown landed. He reaches down and picks it up himself, staring at it almost mesmerized.

Corey Graves: Obviously our new King didn't take kindly to some peasant handling his crown.

Tom Phillips: He's the one that signaled for him to grab it.

Mauro Ranallo: A little bit of symbolism no doubt, Shinsuke Nakamura is going to take this moment for himself.

Nakamura sits onto the thrown as he holds the crown up in the air shivering as he closes his eyes and begins to slowly try and bring it down. His arms shaking and his body gyrating as if the weight of the crown is too much for him, as he slowly attempts to descend it down onto his head.



Corey Graves: And there he is, our 2024 King of the Ring.

Tom Phillips: a mad king if ever there was one.

Shinsuke finally lets go of the crown on his head and opens his eyes looking around he crosses his legs and stands up straight, he begins to turn his head slowly as if one by one gazing down upon the audience so they can all feel the weight of the moment. He finally picks up the microphone and with a smile speaks once more.

Shinsuke Nakamura: A whole roster wanted to sit here, one by one I took their dreams and now my future has a path paved, my dreams are before me. Opportunity knocks, and now that I sit here...Now that I feel it, taking this from everyone else...I long for company. I can taste what I want, I can smell what I want...but now here I cannot see what I want. So please, LA Knight. Come down here, so we may properly begin our destiny. We have met, we have fought, we have talked, but now I am your future...Shinsuke Nakamura is knocking on Your door...Knock Knock.

Nakamura looks over at the stage and pauses for a moment, he rolls his eyes in exasperation.

You're supposed to say, "Who's there?"

Shinsuke begins to laugh until a familiar theme hits that causes him to stand up from his throne.



Nakamura shoos off the throne with his hand as the ring crew quickly slide in and get to work removing it from the ring as the King of the Ring makes room for his guest. Knight comes into the ring and Nakamura hands him a microphone.





Shinsuke Nakamura: Before you say anything, Mr. Knight...I feel like may have, disrespect you when you first saw me. I introduce myself to your title, but not you. So it only right, now that we are set to face one another, that I do the honorable thing and apologize for that disrespect man to man, eye to eye.

The crowd applaud the gesture, as Nakamura nods his head in earnest. He extends a hand out, Knight looks down at it and up at Nakamura. Not playing into anything quite yet but taking his glasses off to look his opponent eye to eye. Shinsuke changes his open hand to a finger raised in pausing before he can fully apologize.

One problem though. 馬鹿は死ななきゃ治らない, So I must say I'm haha...I'm sosohahahah

Nakamura keeps chuckling and laughing as he's trying to let it out as  he seems unable to spit out the words he's attempting to say, as his hand goes to cover his mouth from the fit of laughter he's getting, and moving to his neck to hold it it.

I'msorryha..Haha...I'm Sorry....No Speak English.

As Nakamuara says those last words his fingers suddenly grip at his neck and before Knight can react, he spews out the red mist unto his face and eyes.

Mauro Ranallo: The devastating Dokugiri! This was all a trap.

Shinsuke immediately thrust his body forward kneeing Knight in the ribs to double him over, before he swings his leg high up over him and brings is like an axe down the back of his neck to bring the champion down to the mat. Nakamura walks over to the downed champion as he's desperately rubbing at his face to get the burning liquid off of his skin and eyes, and bows as if Knight were kneeling for him.

Tom Phillips: A disgusting attack, one I almost feel unlike Shinsuke. As he seems the one to prefer a slow burn.

Corey Graves: That's the thing about Shinsuke, he's unpredictable. And tonight he's setting an example.

As Knight is pushing himself up off the mat, he swings wildly in front of him, as Nakamaura quickly moves his head back to avoid contact. Shinsuke almost seems amused that Knight would still try and fight him while completely blind and burning, as he measures him up and takes him down with a big Roundhouse kick to the side of the head. The King of the Ring quickly mouths Knight and begins to rain down elbow and forearm shots to the head of the champion. After a malicious ground and pound Nakamura stands up and shakes his head side to side amused at his antics, looking down at his future opponent with a dripping red smile plastered on his face.

Mauro Ranallo: With others it was a matter of letting them wait and worry, but tonight the King of Strong Style sends a message to LA Knight that he can get him at any moment he desires.

Tom Phillips: Once it's a fair fight, he may regret riling up the UWF Champion like this. We've all seen what he can do with proper motivation.

Nakamura is in the corner and he grabs the rope, Knight is blindly trying to move up and this position shows everyone exactly what Nakamura is looking for. Shinsuke starts to wave up trying to egg Knight on into getting himself in proper positioning, Nakamura does his big arm swing and charges across the ring at Knight. But just as he's about to make contact, he stops. His knee an inch away from Knight, whose eyes are closed and completely unaware. Showing he could but doesn't need to hit the Kinshasa on him, Nakamura brings his leg back down and he leans forward speaking directly at Knight.

Shinsuke Nakamura: It's My Game Now.

As Shinsuke says these words to the UWF Champion, it allows Knight to hear him enough to take a swing and land a punch on him. This jolts Nakamura up vertically and holding the side of his jaw, as he chuckles and lands a kick to Knights chest to send him right back down on the mat. Nakamura, having proven his point walks to the ropes and drops down sliding his body under the ropes and to the outside

Corey Graves: LA Knight was almost left unconscious in the middle of the ring, but the King of Strong Styles wants him to remember what happened here tonight.

The Image of Nakamura at ringside with his back turned to the ring as Knight writhes in pain is the last image we see of Revolution. Until.





The crowd explode as the sounds of Slayer echo through their ears once more after not doing so for too long, The first eruption is surpassed when out through the curtain comes out the roaring personification of heavy metal, looking out through the crowd almost teary eyed at the head banging welcome back.

Tom Phillips: HEAVY METAL LIVES, WARHORSE IS HERE!

Corey Graves: WHAT!?

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Warhorse is back! And he's not back alone, he's carrying the Money in the Bank Briefcase with him! He won it last year!

Warhorse rushes down to the ring an a look of determination on his face now, Nakamura seems shocked but he side steps to allow this to happen as his business is done. Warhorse walks down and slides into the ring with a referee in tow.

Tom Phillips: IT WAS LA KNIGHT THAT PUT HIM ON THE SHELF! PAYBACK IS ONE COLD HEARTED ROCKIN' BITCH!

Corey Graves: Knight can't see, I'm not even sure he knows where he is. This might be the smartest move Warhorse has ever made.

Warhorse slides in and looks down at Knight before he smacks his briefcase a couple times and starts to headbutt it psyching himself up for this moment. He turns to the referee he brought and hands the case to him, but before he can properly let go he suddenly falls straight back as the case goes flying away from the refs hands and to the mat. Nakamura hit a roundhouse kick from the outside through the bottom rope to sweep Warhorses legs out from under him just as he was trying to cash in, and now the King of the Ring has slid into the ring as Warhorse gets back up.

Tom Phillips: WAIT! WHAT IS THIS SNAKE DOING!

Mauro Ranallo: I don't know if it's a matter of not wanting to be shown up, but Shinsuke Nakamura has put a pause to this cash in.

Before Warhorse can properly find his bearings, having tunnel vision locked in on LA Knight at the UWF Championship, Nakamura rushes him and brings his knee crashing onto the side of his temple with a destructive Kinshasa.

Corey Graves: KINSHASA! Pause, More like Death Mauro!

Warhorses body shoots straight back and folds through the ropes and to the outside from the knee, as Nakamura stands up and looks down at the briefcase. The referee is shouting at him for the blatant attack, but The King of the Ring is solely focused on this new trinket before him. He reaches down and grabs the case, picking it up and smirking as he hugs it to his body and rolls out of the ring. The official goes to help Knight wash his eyes out as Nakamura leaves an unconscious Warhorse at ringside and walks up the ramp with the briefcase.

Tom Phillips: HE'S STEALING IT! THAT NO GOOD SON OF A-

Mauro Ranallo: We know how much Nakamura seems to be obsessed with accolades, but I'm not sure you can just take the briefcase like that.

Corey Graves: Well...Who's going to stop him? Imagine how dangerous he'd be with the Briefcase on top of everything else.

Shinsuke makes it to the top of the ramp when from behind the curtain walks out EC3, Shinsuke turns to see him as he gestures for him to hand it over. Nakamura looks down at the briefcase and then back at EC3, his body starts to shake and shiver a bit before he looks down at the case again and smiles. He turns the case over so the handle faces EC3, allowing him to take it off his hands. Nakamura smirks and slinks away backwards to the back as EC3 holds the Money in the Bank Briefcase.



EC3: Well it looks like WARHORSE is in no way ready to compete after that and I will not allow this briefcase to just be handed over to someone else. I'm not going to allow WARHORSE to just run off with the briefcase once again until he is ready so instead we're going to have 6 of UWF's top competitors compete for the briefcase once more. At Summerslam, Drew McIntyre, Vinny Marseglia, The Mighty Caleb, Randy Orton, Rick Rude and Tommaso Ciampa will have to duke it out to become the next Mr. Money in the Bank.




END OF SHOW


Credits

D'Angelo vs Nakamura - Crann
Orton vs McIntyre, Eddie vs Ciampa - Danny
Buzzard vs Dempsey, Balor vs Vincent - Fauche

[AndyDNU]

Check out that updated show video intro thankfully not too many changes had to be made from the last one as we seem to be in quite a settled period where guys are enjoying their current characters and thriving as a result.

Great variety of promos on offer with quite a few already laying the groundwork for the Summerslam programmes. Difficult to pick particular standouts as pretty much everything was on point this week, but it's great to see a lot of things developing already which will hopefully lead to a stacked PPV card.

Thanks as always the match writing dudes for putting the respective bouts together. The card for next week looks pretty tasty so very much looking forward to seeing how that all unfolds. Have a good weekend everyone.

[Fauche]

Maybe some day someone will go back and add up all the tt's for all the Revolutions and we'll have actual measurement - who knows? - but I think maybe just maybe this show had to be one of the most active ones for tt's ever. So that's just dandy.

Crann and Jye had a heck of a thread - great way to bring in a new guy and reintroduce and old one. If you missed it and you're just scoping out this first promo of the show, gawk at Crann's already kinda flawless take on Regal's pompous, condescending, sicko vibe. Big fan of the nods to Regal's fed history (fun fact way back in the main event of Mania V, Crann's Lashley nabbed the WHC off Sab's Regal) and the narrative flow the thread with Jye followed. Never seen a single Charlie Dempsey match in my life but between that kinda detail and the profile page I think you got all the info you need right there. This time last year, Jye was moonlighting as Buzzard, cranking out promos all the time even though that wasn't even his main dude to continue a storyline that never really got the finish it could have. But all that foundation laid is great launchpad for Leyton's redemption arc now. That's the good stuf.

Quick note, I'm up to this McIntyre promo and including the two aforementioned characters and a nWo seggy heavy with Rick and Bayley (quick note - as is so often the case, the heavy lifting in the nWo promos this week comes courtesy of Mattchewie who is a friggin dream collaborator to work with) this show has been all blue/purple and minimal red so far. Have we turned a corner? Spiritually?

Real solid Drew promo. Its giving Forgot About Dre. The gist is that Mac is the straw that's been stirring the drink around here for a year now, but even though he's (spoiler alert) gunning for the MITB next, there's a good point in here that he's got dominant ppv wins racked up against two outta three sitting champions, which, ya know, like, kayfabe wise has gotta make him a contender any time any place, right? For Zayn though. I ain't looking for a rematch with that dude.

Here, now, in this dudes rock Knight / Adonis seggy, do we find the red font creeping back in. At a glance, its queerbaiting (all this talk of chicks, but its only ever the fellas?). Upon closer inspection, we've got the tease of the weekly Adonis Lock Challenge or something. But IMO this is like in a TV show when they do that scene where they puff up a side character all nice and fluffy just so it hurts more when they kill them off later in the episode. Is poor Chris doomed?

Mentioning cause this D'Angelo promo starts with it, but I really really like shows taking places in specific cities every week. Also a big fan of Tony picking fights with like 17% of the roster in one promo. Dropping names and picking fights and teasing programs. Conspicuous by his absence in all that jaw jacking, though, is the Other Don. Now maybe this is some elephant in the room kinda omerta, idk, and I guess if Tommaso's in the MITB then the dago feud will have to wait a sec, but brother, the people yearn for mob warfare.

Seth Rollins tryna pick a fight with Kyle O'R(e)illy?



The ceaseless blue of Evolution J gives way to the familiar maroon of Xander's Orton, who, good friggin gosh, just can't stop racking up wins. Were it not for that KOTR thing, Randy's gotta be your big number one contender rn. Tacking on a big ol win over the returning McIntyre's is just some more sauce on that salad. Stupendously hard to pick a favourite to win that briefcase (for even now as I write this, Dres has kicked things off full throttle). But alls I'm saying is Randy hasn't lost a ppv match in a minute now.

LA Knight is back again and this time he's brought Byron Saxton. Friends. Pals. Comerades. Look. Listen. Every time we do a show and there's no Renee Young seggies, an angel in heaven loses its wings. None of this is the fault of any one person. It takes a village. But we can do better.

Ok I know I was just pumping up Randy's tires but in the heat of the moment I forget my nWo 4 lyfe brother Rick Rude was also doing MITB so obviously that's the horse I'm betting on. Three promos tonight, baybay. Three!

We got this Sami promo addressing the guys calling him out earlier in the show. They say the early bird gets the worm but if the worm sleeps in then it doesn't get eaten. All that to say is that if you wait until later on and read the promos in the promo dump that drop early you can clap back. But I guess to see said promo dump you gotta write more matches. Hey speaking of, don't forget to write at least one match a month. For the team. Anyway, Sami's hair in this pic is unreal.

Juicey collab between the Daughters of Darkness and Paul (here portrayed in nuclear green font). Loved the ending to this lil back-and-forth. Love what Tapout's doing with Logan, not trying to pass him off as some kinda badass heel or take him things too seriously, hitting all the right notes with the character. Stunned to learn that the Paul brothers Scary Movie'd Airplane. The "Reception" section on that movie's wikipedia page just says this "Eric D. Snider of Crooked Marquee gave the film a D+, concluding, "We may think that as a society we have done nothing to deserve the image of a lactating Nick Swardson, but we are fooling ourselves. This is who we are."

Gutted about the loss of Shibata but v v interested in the reimagining of our beloved Sin Cara / Mistico (FTC then, now, forever, obvs). IDK if Chase is still with us atm but would love to see a sesh between him and Roach now.

BIG OL FINALE to the show with Nakamura at his most unhinged one-upping the Champ with a little bit of spit and some broken english. But of course the real highlight here is the tragedy of WARHORSE. Thrilled he got his got his chance instead of just getting stripped in a off-screen fuck-you car-crash kinda way. These are the memories that will last a life time. By my count this is third failed cash-in in fed history but that might be off by one. Who knows?

[Dres]

Promos galore on this post-Final Battle edition but I like it. We’re on the road to Summerslam for sure! A lot of strong match-ups this week, congrats to ada on the win against me. Stoked to be in the MITB against such great competition, I’ve only been in that match a couple times before and haven’t won the briefcase in UWF so I’m definitely hungry for it.

[Evolution J]

Jul 13, 2024 12:49:25 GMT -6 Fauche said:

Maybe some day someone will go back and add up all the tt's for all the Revolutions and we'll have actual measurement - who knows? - but I think maybe just maybe this show had to be one of the most active ones for tt's ever. So that's just dandy.

Crann and Jye had a heck of a thread - great way to bring in a new guy and reintroduce and old one. If you missed it and you're just scoping out this first promo of the show, gawk at Crann's already kinda flawless take on Regal's pompous, condescending, sicko vibe. Big fan of the nods to Regal's fed history (fun fact way back in the main event of Mania V, Crann's Lashley nabbed the WHC off Sab's Regal) and the narrative flow the thread with Jye followed. Never seen a single Charlie Dempsey match in my life but between that kinda detail and the profile page I think you got all the info you need right there. This time last year, Jye was moonlighting as Buzzard, cranking out promos all the time even though that wasn't even his main dude to continue a storyline that never really got the finish it could have. But all that foundation laid is great launchpad for Leyton's redemption arc now. That's the good stuf.

Quick note, I'm up to this McIntyre promo and including the two aforementioned characters and a nWo seggy heavy with Rick and Bayley (quick note - as is so often the case, the heavy lifting in the nWo promos this week comes courtesy of Mattchewie who is a friggin dream collaborator to work with) this show has been all blue/purple and minimal red so far. Have we turned a corner? Spiritually?

Real solid Drew promo. Its giving Forgot About Dre. The gist is that Mac is the straw that's been stirring the drink around here for a year now, but even though he's (spoiler alert) gunning for the MITB next, there's a good point in here that he's got dominant ppv wins racked up against two outta three sitting champions, which, ya know, like, kayfabe wise has gotta make him a contender any time any place, right? For Zayn though. I ain't looking for a rematch with that dude.

Here, now, in this dudes rock Knight / Adonis seggy, do we find the red font creeping back in. At a glance, its queerbaiting (all this talk of chicks, but its only ever the fellas?). Upon closer inspection, we've got the tease of the weekly Adonis Lock Challenge or something. But IMO this is like in a TV show when they do that scene where they puff up a side character all nice and fluffy just so it hurts more when they kill them off later in the episode. Is poor Chris doomed?

Mentioning cause this D'Angelo promo starts with it, but I really really like shows taking places in specific cities every week. Also a big fan of Tony picking fights with like 17% of the roster in one promo. Dropping names and picking fights and teasing programs. Conspicuous by his absence in all that jaw jacking, though, is the Other Don. Now maybe this is some elephant in the room kinda omerta, idk, and I guess if Tommaso's in the MITB then the dago feud will have to wait a sec, but brother, the people yearn for mob warfare.

Seth Rollins tryna pick a fight with Kyle O'R(e)illy?



The ceaseless blue of Evolution J gives way to the familiar maroon of Xander's Orton, who, good friggin gosh, just can't stop racking up wins. Were it not for that KOTR thing, Randy's gotta be your big number one contender rn. Tacking on a big ol win over the returning McIntyre's is just some more sauce on that salad. Stupendously hard to pick a favourite to win that briefcase (for even now as I write this, Dres has kicked things off full throttle). But alls I'm saying is Randy hasn't lost a ppv match in a minute now.

LA Knight is back again and this time he's brought Byron Saxton. Friends. Pals. Comerades. Look. Listen. Every time we do a show and there's no Renee Young seggies, an angel in heaven loses its wings. None of this is the fault of any one person. It takes a village. But we can do better.

Ok I know I was just pumping up Randy's tires but in the heat of the moment I forget my nWo 4 lyfe brother Rick Rude was also doing MITB so obviously that's the horse I'm betting on. Three promos tonight, baybay. Three!

We got this Sami promo addressing the guys calling him out earlier in the show. They say the early bird gets the worm but if the worm sleeps in then it doesn't get eaten. All that to say is that if you wait until later on and read the promos in the promo dump that drop early you can clap back. But I guess to see said promo dump you gotta write more matches. Hey speaking of, don't forget to write at least one match a month. For the team. Anyway, Sami's hair in this pic is unreal.

Juicey collab between the Daughters of Darkness and Paul (here portrayed in nuclear green font). Loved the ending to this lil back-and-forth. Love what Tapout's doing with Logan, not trying to pass him off as some kinda badass heel or take him things too seriously, hitting all the right notes with the character. Stunned to learn that the Paul brothers Scary Movie'd Airplane. The "Reception" section on that movie's wikipedia page just says this "Eric D. Snider of Crooked Marquee gave the film a D+, concluding, "We may think that as a society we have done nothing to deserve the image of a lactating Nick Swardson, but we are fooling ourselves. This is who we are."

Gutted about the loss of Shibata but v v interested in the reimagining of our beloved Sin Cara / Mistico (FTC then, now, forever, obvs). IDK if Chase is still with us atm but would love to see a sesh between him and Roach now.

BIG OL FINALE to the show with Nakamura at his most unhinged one-upping the Champ with a little bit of spit and some broken english. But of course the real highlight here is the tragedy of WARHORSE. Thrilled he got his got his chance instead of just getting stripped in a off-screen fuck-you car-crash kinda way. These are the memories that will last a life time. By my count this is third failed cash-in in fed history but that might be off by one. Who knows?

What can I say. I am trying my best. If it doesn't work out. Oh well. Overall, I haven't reach my full potential yet. So hopefully I am trying to get there before I am done. Other than that I am enjoying the other guys' rps and promos. They are basically killing it. I am not surprised Xander is on fire along with Rey's Shinuke. Especially Ada's Finn Balor is giving me the best heel vierson of WWE's Finn Balor and I am impressed. As for Chiampa incorpatng the Marfia boss into Chiampa is working perfectly. He and Tony sure got a mafia boss vs mafia boss battle for sure. Looking good for Jamie's Jamie and Rhea. Drew kicking out Stroke and kicking it with a heel Drew. It is awesome to read.

So far it is hard for me to keep up with everyone especially with Sami Zayb's face run that Danny is running with at the moment. Danny always seem to kill it whether he win or lose with Sami Zayn. 

Going to miss Roach's Shibata. But I already know he will kill it as always with Mistco.

To end this, Tapout always hit a home run with any character he runs with. Despite not being a fan of Logan. I am a fan of Tapout since He gave me so many awesome rp battle. He have been killing it.

Sorry for copying Xander's blue color Fauche. I will make sure to use a different one. Maybe after you lose your gold. :stick out tongue:

I also don't think Dres will be going anywhere because he always kill it with his Vincent character.