Post by Danny on Jul 19, 2024 19:02:07 GMT -6
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: Last week we saw the awesome return of WARHORSE but it was spoiled by that no good Nakamura
Corey Graves: The King of Strong Style saved this company from having a goof as a UWF Champion and I'll forever be grateful to him.
Mauro Ranallo: Well we've got great action scheduled for tonight so let's head down to the ring for the first match of the night!
The scene opens showing the crowd and then the lights turn off as a bright light turns on. It shows everyone in the crowd and then it shows the top of the entrance ramp. It twinkles and then it turns to blue. The arena lights are turned off and everything turns into darkness. You hear some music blasting loud as huge poles begin to rise up on each of the entrance ramps and then flames go off out of the poles. The fire burns steady as the bright light fixes on a dark figure waiting in the background and he comes out walking to the light. The former UWF Champion Seth Rollins has a straight face as he continues to walk down the entrance ramp before stopping right in the middle. He raises both of his hands as he hears boos from the crowd and the fire pyros goes off. Seth turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps and along the ropes. He stops in the middle as he climbs through the ring ropes and he gets into the ring. He walks to the turnbuckle and he climbs up as he raises both of his hands. He smiles as he climbs down from the turnbuckle and he turns around to look at the entrance ramp. He gives a angry stare as he awaits for his opponent to arrive.
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Buffalo, Iowa; weighing in at 220lbs, he is the 2022 ROYAL RUMBLE WINNER and former UWF CHAMPION, The Messiah, SETH ROLLLLLLLLLLINNNNSS!!!!!!!
The funky beat of Walk The Moon's "Headphones" plays and the crowd starts to boo as it means the arrival of the current Television Champion Sami Zayn. He has both the TV title and the 'Forever' Title in his hands and dances with them on the stage. He ends up calming down a bit but still walks with some swagger down the ramp, swinging his belts around like he's got a big one.
Tony Chimel: And his opponent, from Montreal Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds, he is the UWF Television Champion, The Dynamic Sami Zayn!!
Sami slides into the ring and continues to dance around with his belts much to the chagrin of the paying audience. Sami walks over and makes sure to show off all the gold to the fans before preparing for the match.
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Before the action in the ring can get underway, some sections of the crowd are instead paying attention to something that’s going on in the front row by ringside.
Tom Phillips: Wait... is that?..
Mauro Ranallo: Yes, it’s Tony D’Angelo! The Don of the UWF is in the house, and he’s got a pretty neat seat for this upcoming contest.
Corey Graves: Whilst some people might be asking “why is he here?”, I would think that’s obvious considering that Sami Zayn is about to put on a show.
Both Rollins and Zayn notice that D’Angelo is sat nearby and keeping a watchful eye on them, but soon enough their attention turns to one another.
IT’S BELL O’CLOCK!
The two combatants appear in good spirits for this one as the action gets underway with a collar and elbow tie up before Rollins transitions behind in order to apply a waist lock. The Messiah looks to apply pressure quickly, but Zayn prevents it by countering with some rear right elbow strikes that ends up breaking the grip. It looks as if Rollins’ bell has been rung early on, but it quickly becomes clear that the apparent state of daze is a façade as he levels the Television Champion with a superkick completely out of nowhere. Zayn quickly stumbles back to his feet but is definitely dazed as Rollins immediately follows up by running towards the ropes and leaping back off to connect with a springboard plancha. With his opponent now grounded, Rollins hooks the leg for the cover…
ONE…
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KICKOUT!
Rollins can be seen grunting at now having pulled off the shock early win as he gets back up to his feet whilst Zayn rolls onto the apron underneath the bottom rope. Looking to keep a firm handle on the situation, Rollins follows suit by exiting onto the apron via the middle rope, but Zayn is quick to greet him with a flurry of strikes. The limited space to move allows no window of opportunity for The Messiah to counter, and Zayn manages to seize the initiative by lifting Rollins over his shoulder and hitting a back body drop right onto the apron. As Rollins crashes down to the outside and yells out in obvious pain, Zayn takes a moment to gloat following the move and turns his gaze towards D’Angelo who is continuing to watch on with a vested interest in proceedings.
Tom Phillips: It seems like Zayn was particularly keen for D’Angelo to see that move. Could the Television Champion perhaps be trying to send some sort of message?
Corey Graves: I think Sami is simply reminding everyone watching that there’s no greater force to be reckoned with than him.
With the referee looking like they about to start the ring out count, Zayn warns them off doing so and instead hops off the apron in order to pick Rollins up and throw him back into the ring himself. It proves to be an unwise play however as Rollins manages to return to his feet as Zayn re-enters the ring and the two begin trading rights and lefts. At first they are lightning quick by nature, but after 20-30 seconds the pace begins to slow as mild fatigue looks to be setting in. Zayn changes things up by connecting with a right uppercut, but Rollins immediately fires back with a standing enziguiri. With The Dynamic one now down on one knee, The Messiah runs off the ropes and returns to connect with a knee strike that knocks his opponent fully down to the mat. Seemingly with a new sense of energy about him, Rollins hoists Zayn up from the ground and lifts him into a seated position above his shoulders before following through with the turnbuckle powerbomb. The Television Champion is now down on both knees following the move and Rollins only has one thing in mind as he makes another run off the ropes, but as he begins to lift his knee up for the Curb Stomp, Zayn moves his head, pushes himself back up to his feet with force and catches Rollins out completely by lifting him up from the waist, spinning and planting him down with the Blue Thunder Bomb. With the leg lifted, Zayn puts his arm over Rollins shoulder as the ref makes the count…
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SHOULDER UP!
No cigar for the Montreal native as Rollins keeps proceedings alive, but it could be something he lives to regret as a now more frustrated looking Zayn pulls his opponent back up to a standing position before dragging him over to the corner and connecting with the exploder suplex. Confidence is in the Television Champion’s camp as he waits for Rollins to pull himself back up with the help of the ropes and the turnbuckle, but just as the right moment comes for Zayn to make the run and end things with the Helluva Kick, The Messiah senses what’s coming and flies forward to catch The Dynamic champ out with a Sling Blade. The momentum is back with Rollins and he’s keen to keep it that way until the deed is done as he makes for the corner again climbs up to the top rope. With Zayn lying face up, Rollins takes to the sky and comes crashing down on the Canadian with a Frog Splash. Both competitors are now grounded, but Rollins has the wherewithal to throw his arm over Zayn while both his shoulders are down on the mat…
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SHOULDER UP!
Zayn keeps the match going by rolling the shoulder, but both men are down on the mat having expended a lot of energy on big moves.
Mauro Ranallo: It seems that both of these guys were keen to make a big impression given what they’ve thrown at each other right from the word go.
Tom Phillips: Regardless of the overall opinion, there’s no denying that they are both two very talented individuals who are motivated by wanting to outdo the other.
Eventually both men stagger back to a standing position, but Zayn is the one to attempt the next offense as he yanks at Rollins, forcing him back down to the ground. Zayn grabs both of his opponents’ legs and turns him over in order to apply a Boston crab. Seemingly content with his grip on the situation, Zayn turns his attention back towards D’Angelo who is continuing to observe the action. The Television Champion begins to trash talk and big himself up, but rather than take obvious exception to it, D’Angelo appears to just smirk, suggesting that to him, Zayn is just full of hot air. It soon becomes apparent that The Don might have a point as Zayn’s focus has drifted away so much that the hold pressure has lessened, and in a sudden moment, Rollins manages to break himself free. Before Zayn can recompose himself, he is greeted by another superkick from Rollins that sends a wad of saliva flying out of The Dynamic one’s mouth. As he falls to a kneeling position, Rollins senses the opportunity and bounces back off the ropes before returning to successfully deliver the Curb Stomp this time. Zayn’s face plants directly onto the mat and he seems to be out of it as Rollins rolls him over and hooks the leg…
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TWO…
THREE!!!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER, SETH ROLLINS!!
There’s a mixed response from the crowd to the outcome as the referee goes to raise Rollins hand as he stands over the fallen Television Champion whilst D’Angelo continues to look on from the front row.
Tom Phillips: An impressive win for Rollins tonight, with Zayn’s big mouth working against him on this occasion.
Corey Graves: Are you kidding me?! You take D’Angelo out of the picture and Zayn wins this match with ease. Why was he even out here to begin with? I bet he’s not even got a valid ticket to sit in that seat!
Mauro Ranallo: I’m sure if you asked him to show you it he’d be more than happy to oblige…
Corey Graves: I’ve got better things to do with my time and you know it!
While Rollins poses with arms stretched wide inside the ring, Zayn rolls to the outside in order to recompose himself as D’Angelo can be seen leaving his seat, presumably with plenty to reflect on.
The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time... from the nWo, Bayley and Kyle O'Reilly.
The step-sibs stroll on into the frame, Kyle on side, Bayley walking around the other so that they're flanking Renee. They're all smiles and sunshine on this beautiful July evening in Memphis, Tennessee.
Bayley: What's happening Renee? Glad to see you getting booked again after a week away.
Young: Yeah, well, you know how it is. Heard you guys had the night off, too.
KO'R: Uh, I dunno about that. We bro-downed with the nWo boys for a little group therapy sesh on account of me and Rick had to almost kill each other at Final Battle. But now its all g cause Renee - you're never gonna believe this - but sometimes, you can just talk about your problems to solve them.
Young: Amazing, isn't it?
Bayley: Truly.
Young: I heard you might have that kinda problem that chit chat isn't going to fix, though. Seth Rollins sure had a lot to say about you the other night.
Bayley: Yep. That sure was something.
KO'R: Okay, so, like... I've been watching this show called House of the Dragons. Its like, a prequel to Game of Thrones. I dunno if you remember that show from a few years ago.
Young: Sure. Yeah. Global entertainment phenomenon. Rings a bell.
KO'R: Yeah so anyway there's a new one and its like Star Wars cause its about everyone's parents and junk. Only thing is is that its like ninety-nine percent just these super boring conversations between people I don't give a spit about and plus I don't even know anyone's names. And all they ever talk about is one thing. Like one chick will go up to somebody and be like "will you bend the knee" and he's like "maybe we'll see" and then in some other castle a dude's like "we gotta get people to bend the knee" and his buddy's like "well I'll go see about what knees we can get bending around here." Its the worst.
BUT ALSO, its the best, cause every once in a while, they have Dragon Parts and its the raddest friggin thing going on TV right now. Its unreal.
Young: Total shot in the dark here, but this pop culture reference wouldn't pertain to your life or career as a pro wrestler now, would it?
KO'R: It would! And here's why - Seth Rollins is a guy that looooooooves to talk. He'll talk for hours and hours if you let him. Dude never shuts up and its always the same old boring crap about how he's the Messiah - which, by the way, ew, blasphemy - and also how he's so great at wrestling even though he's only winning matches cause he's got an army of goons on his six. He's the lamest. Every time I see him come on screen, I pretty much fall asleep instantly. Whatever his whole deal is, its not what wrestling fans wanna see.
But they put up with it cause they know sooner or later, the Dragons are gonna show up. Specifically in this case, the Diabetic Dragon. Which, obvs, is me.
Seth wants to chit the chat and shoot the spit all night long cause he knows that once its go time, he's got no show time. If somewhere in all that mouth running he dropped my name, that's his stupid mistake, cause next time I see him, I'm not gonna have too much to say. I'm just gonna go all Vhagar on him and burn him alive. And its gonna be awesome.
Bayley: Super awesome. Bet on it.
Young: Sounds exciting. First things first, though, you've got yourself a Main Event match against an old rival in LA Knight later on tonight. What's it going to take for you to even the score in this one?
KO'R: Look. Listen. I've got an Icey Title that says I'm ten times the wrestler I was last time we fought. Every week, even the ones - heck, especially the ones where I lose - I'm trying to learn some lessons and up my game. LA Knight's got himself a belt now, too. Difference is, he already thinks he's the best wrestler alive so he's not looking to improve at all. He's stagnant. That means that -
Young: Its okay. I know that word.
KO'R: - fine. Then you know that he is it. Big time.
Bayley: We see this happen all the time, Renee. You can feel free to fact check this later - and that goes for all the folks watching as well - but besides Wrestlemania, the place where the UWF Championship changes hands the most is Summerslam. Someone should do a study on that someday. If you ask me, I think it just takes about that long for the sizzle to come off the steak.
You're seeing it happen in real time. That cocky douche-caboose is slipping up left right and center. The only reason he didn't get Money in the Bank'd last week is cause Shinsuke Nakamura's a friggin weirdo. That being said, I'd bet the bank on Nak taking home the gold come the Biggest Party of the Summer.
KO'R: Which suites me just fine, cause after I wax Knight tonight and show that my Fighting Championship is the better belt around here, I'm gonna be waiting for Nakamura to come looking for a scrap with his new title and his Prime Time Medal and his mouth-full-of-spit and his bogus undefeated streak.
Young: Bogus?
KO'R: Yeah. Bogus. Fake King. Lord of Technicalities. Emperor of You-Never-Ever-Even-Pinned-Me-You-Mother-Effing-Hack.
Young: Okay, so... just to recap here... we've got Seth Rollins, LA Knight, Shinsuke Nakamura... anyone else you're trying to pick a fight with these days?
KO'R: Shoot, I'll take on the Money in the Bank winner, too. Send 'em all. I wanna fight everyone.
Bayley: Except Eve Torres. That chick is mine. Any time. Any place. I'll fix her teeth.
Young: Wow. Sounds like you too are looking to stay busy this summer and we're all looking forward to seeing how that plays out. Thanks for joining me.
OReilly and Bayley nod and wave goodbye, heading off to get ready for that big match later on. Revolution keeps on happening, just somewhere else.
We head back to the ring to see Mistico already in the ring. He stands on the top rope pointing to the audience.
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, Finn Balor!
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DING DING DING
Mistico is still standing on the middle rope with his back turned pointing at the crowd when Balor comes up behind him and gives him a Powerbomb! Mistico rolls out of the ring right away to create some distance. Balor doesn't let up however and he runs to the ropes and dives out with a Suicide Somersault Senton onto the masked luchador! The front row stands up and boos him, giving him the thumbs down but Balor. He just smiles at them before throwing Mistico back into the ring. He takes the time to antagonize the crowd but doesn't see Mistico come flying out with a Somersault Senton of his own! He throws Balor back into the ring and goes straight to the top rope. Balor is getting to his feet before he eats a Diving Crossbody into the pin!
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Balor kicks out! he rushes back to his feet but Mistico throws a few leg kicks that hurt Balor enough to just shoves him away. Mistico backs into the ropes and comes off with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! Balor is sent rolling into the corner where Mistico runs at him but Finn gets the boots up to knock him back and turn him around. Balor then comes out of the corner for a Float Over DDT! He makes the pin!
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Mistico kicks out!
Mauro Ranallo: The legendary luchador may have not been ready for the match to start but his skill is so immense that he's been able to turn it around.
Corey Graves: Are we watching the same match? Balor is in control right now. Talk him up!
Finn grabs Mistico by his mask and tries to rip it. The luchador kicks his feet trying to prevent but manages to kick upwards and hit him in the head a few times to break free. He gets back to his feet and gives another strong Leg Kick that buckles Balor. Mistico then gives him a Hurrincanrana Spike into the mat! Balor is down and Mistico turns him around before running to the ropes and hitting a Springboard Moonsault! Balor however gets the knees up and Mistico lands hard on them. He stand back up holding his guts in while Balor gets to his feet and runs over, delivering a Front Dropkick into the turnbuckles! Mistico bounces off corner and rolls over. Balor climbs to the top ropes and comes off for the Coup De Grace! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Finn Balor!
Balor gets his hand raised but he sees Mistico trying to get up. He runs over and starts kicking him.
Tom Phillips: What the hell!
Corey Graves: You think Balor is just going to sit by and let these new signing try and upstage him? Go get him Finn!
Balor continues to beat down Mistico and pulls him back up before delivering 1916! He stand over Mistico and places his boot on his fallen foe as the crowd boos him.
We're taken backstage to where Logan Paul is already waiting with a microphone ready to address his current situation tonight.
Logan Paul
Ladies and gentlemen tonight I find myself in a match most unfair. On the billing it's called a tag team match but there's nothing “team” about it. My “partner” for tonight is Jamie Hayter. A disrespectful little brat. Last week in front of the world she had the audacity to take my delicious Prime drink and spit it all over my face. What's worse is she said Rockstar was better. Bro. Really? Rockstar? I can't even.
Logan is at a loss for words, a rare occurrence for him.
But I guess some joker in management saw that little segment last week and thought it would be a good idea to put me and her in a tag team match tonight. I've got to watch my back against Jamie, her little friend Rhea and these 2 nobodies on the other team. Some Buzzard dude and Charlie “Not Regal”. Look, I'm a generational talent and I've held my own against the best of the best inside a wrestling ring and a boxing ring but the odds are the odds and they are greatly stacked against me tonight. So if in some case I lose this match tonight I already have a contingency in place with my lawyers that tonight's match will be struck from my record. It won't count. It is a sham of a match and honestly a real waste of your biggest signing ever. But hey if UWF management wants to pay me millions to mess around with the Rockstar girls and the Job Squad that's their prerogative. I'm still getting paid. And they and everyone else will see soon enough that Logan Paul is impossible to deny.
Logan takes a long swig from his Prime bottle before walking off.
Renee: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time: “Ravishing” Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff! Rick, the question on everyone’s mind right now is how do you feel about being selected for the Money in the Bank ladder match for Summerslam?
Rude smirks as he looks at Renee.Rude: Well, Renee. Did you honestly expect Mr. Carter to pass me by whenever he booked that match? If I were a betting man, I would say that I was the first name on his mind whenever he was picking the participants for this match. Sure, I may have had a few more losses than usual, but let’s just look at the caliber of matches that I’ve been able to put on with Kyle the past few weeks. I think that finally Mr. Carter has realized that I am a world champion caliber talent and has finally begun to place me in pursuit of that championship.
Renee: Bold words spoken by Rude here, Eric…do you have anything that you would like to add?
Bischoff chuckles as he steps up to the microphone.
Bischoff: The only thing that I would like to add is that we are just weeks away from the nWo dominating this company once again. Think back to Rick’s first reign with the IC belt…Scott and Big Kev had the tag titles, or Edge and Christian, it was a bit of a hot potato tag division back then. But there were two other titles that the nWo held firm control over. The Intercontinental championship and the World Championship. If Rick couldn’t beat Kyle for the Intercontinental championship, name one person on this roster that is going to do it? That’s exactly right, nobody. Give it a few weeks, let Rick work his way through those other five contestants and win that briefcase. Then, it’s just a matter of time before he is World Champion, and the nWo runs the place, yet again.
Renee: Well, I can see that the two of you are as confident as ever before this match even takes place. I–
Rude holds up a hand to Renee to stop her mid-sentence.
Rude: It doesn’t matter when this match will take place. The end result is going to be the same. “Ravishing” Rick Rude will walk away with the briefcase in hand. Who is going to stop me, Renee? Drew? I’ve already beaten him once before, while he was World Champion. Caleb? He may have knocked me out of the King of the Ring tournament, but he blew his shot in the finals. Look back a little further and you will see numerous wins over him with yours truly as the victor, and the same could be said for Orton. Ciampa? Look, we may be on the same side tonight, but it really doesn’t matter. Ciampa knows that he doesn’t truly belong in this caliber of a match, and he’s too busy trying to figure out just how to run his own group to truly pay attention to what is going on in front of him. Me? I’m more focused than I’ve ever been in my career. Since I came to the UWF years ago, all I was looking for was a match just like Kyle and myself had, but I always knew that nobody else could honestly hang with me. Now that I’ve had that 7-star match with Kyle, there is a fire lit under me that will not be extinguished by anyone else’s hand.
Renee: You failed to mention one of the opponents in the Money in the Bank as well as one of your opponents tonight, Vincent Marseglia?
Rude: And you think I was actually going to acknowledge his presence?
The crowd stifles up a stir out at ringside on Rude’s words.
Rude: Look, I am sick and damn tired of listening to everyone go on and on about how fearsome Vinny is. He’s a second rate psychopath who is in desperate need of a good grooming. Bayley and I fought off his minions at Wrestlemania with ease, I’m not seeing that there will be that much difference whenever I find myself facing off against him in the ring, myself. He and I perhaps have the longest tenure in this company compared to the rest of the members of the match, and he and I have never had the opportunity to face off against each other. Even whenever he was at his prime, I wasn’t a bit scared. Larry used to call me and ask for advice against him while I was out, but he never listened.
Renee: Well, now I’ve got to ask. Just what advice did you give Larry?
Rude: The same advice that I gave Kyle a few months ago. He’s just another man. You’ve beaten bigger, meaner, and badder men numerous times. He may a bit more off his rocker, but a strong backhand will bring him back into line every time.
Renee goes to ask another question before Bischoff steps in between them.
Bischoff: Renee, we would love to stand around and chat with you, believe me. But, you see…Rick has a match coming up and I’m sure he’d really like to prep for it, ok? Talk soon?
Bischoff pats Renee on her back as he and Rude walk off camera and the action continues elsewhere.
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.
Tony 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.
The arena darkens as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.
AYYYYY YOOOO!!!!
Suddenly, the big screens ignite with flashing lights and pulsating beats. The Influencer, Logan Paul, steps out onto the stage and is bathed in lights. An undeniable smirk is painted across his face. He claps his hands together and starts his walk to the ring, his excitement uncontrollable.
Tony Chimel: On his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 205 pounds, with 23.5 Million Subscribers, and over 6 Billion Views, The Ultimate Influencer...... LOGAN PAUL!!!
Logan makes his way up the ring stairs and grabs hold of the top rope. He jumps over the ropes with ease. He heads over to the corner and climbs the ropes to pose for the sea of people.
Logan jumps down and starts to remove his ring jacket preparing for competition.
The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Once the opening lyrics are heard, Jamie Hayter steps through the entrance curtain alongside Rhea Ripley and they are met with cheering and jeering from the crowd. Jamie stops on the stage, bends down, and then quickly leans backward while raising her arms. At the same time, Rhea stomps on the stage. This triggers the pyro, which shoots up through the stage. The camera zooms in on the two as the start sauntering down the entrance while talking shit to their opponents.
Tony Chimel: "Accompanied by Rhea Ripley... From Southampton, England... JAMIE HAYTER!!!"
Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside and stop. They eye the ring (and Jamie's opponent/s if she isn't the first one out) before climbing up onto the apron. They enters the ring and look to the crowd. Jamie cups her hand around her ear, similarly to Hulk Hogan, and the cheers only intensify. Her theme slowly fades out.
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DING DING DING
Logan tells Jamie he'll show her what a real wrestler can do and moves in to lock up with Charlie Dempsey. Regal's son immediately takes him down and starts grounding and pounding. The Daughters of Darkness laugh at him but he's able to scramble away and exit under the ropes.
Mauro Ranallo: Looks like Logan may have underestimated young Dempsey here.
Tom Phillips: Charlie was trained by one of the best the business has to offer for years and yet Logan can just come in and be in the same spot without any preparation is an affront to this business.
Corey Graves: Don't pretend like he's disgracing wrestling. We're lucky to have him and that's coming from a former World Champion like. I'd rather have 1 Logan Paul than 10 Jamie Hayters.
Logan comes back into the ring and tells Charlie he wants a test of strength. Charlie smirks and lifts his hand up to go for it but Paul just kicks him in the gut. He Ultimate Influencer picks him up for a Suplex but Dempsey flips over and lands behind him, giving him a German Suplex right on his head! Logan is dazed and stumbles to the corner. The Blackpool Bastard charges at him but Logan gets the boot up and knocks him back a few paces. He lifts himself up to the middle rope and comes off with a Crossbody into the pin!
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Dempsey kicks out! Logan exits out onto the apron and tells Hayter to watch a real wrestler do work. She scoffs at this and Logan waits for Dempsey to get to his feet. when he does he flips over for the Slingshot Lariat but Dempsey ducks low and catches him into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge!
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Paul kicks out! Dempsey picks him up and actually brings him over to the corner to tag in Buzzard. The Bristol Born Bastard looks just as surprised as we do but comes in and kicks him in the gut. He brings Paul to the center of the ring and hits the Buzzard Driver! He makes the pin on Paul.
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Paul kicks out! Leyton brings him to his feet but Paul rakes his eyes to blind him. Leyton swings at him wildly but Paul bobs and weaves. He starts toying with Buzzard who can't see, throwing jabs like the expert boxer he is.
Tom Phillips: Easy to box someone when they can't see you.
Corey Graves: How dare you judge his skill Phillips. This man went the distance with Floyd Mayweather. Not many people can do that.
The Maverick is bouncing around talking trash but it allows Buzzard to hear where he's at and he dives at him, pushing him into his corner. Jamie backs away, letting Logan get whats coming to him as Buzzard rams his shoulder into him over and over again. He sits Logan up on the top rope and climbs up there along with him. The Ultimate Influencer fights back though and manages to push Buzzard off to the mat below. He situates himself before coming off with a Frog Splash! He makes the pin!
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Buzzard kicks out! Paul backs up and rubs his fist, getting ready for the Right Hand Punch but he's close to his corner and Hayter tags herself in. Paul looks confused and argues with her but she just puts her hand in his face and walks over to Buzzard. she brings him up onto her shoulders and walks around with him just to show off before hitting the Ushigoroshi! Rather than go for a pin. Hayter bends down and slaps Buzzard's face a few times to wake him up. She looks over at Dempsey and tells him that's how you keep a twerp like him down. Dempsey grimaces at her while she just laughs.
Corey Graves: Easy to keep someone down when they were already beaten up. This girl is a joke.
Mauro Ranallo: There's a lot to be said about keeping someone down though.
Buzzard tries to crawl to his corner but Jamie stands behind him and picks him up from behind. She reaches over and grabs his arm, ripcording him out for Hayterade! Buzzard ducks it though and runs to the ropes coming off them for Air Leyton! Hayter however clobbers him with a Lariat to the back of the head and he comes flying in! She brings him up right away and gives him a Uranage Backbreaker! She makes the pin.
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Buzzard kicks out! Jamie picks up Buzzard but he starts fighting back with body shots. She takes bigger swings but he manages to dodge them before hitting an Enzuigiri! She's stunned a bit and he runs to the ropes coming off them but she levels him with a Spinebuster! Jamie stands up and flexes her arm to show off her power. She picks up Buzzard from behind, grabbing his arm once more until she's smashed in the back of the head with a bottle of Prime! She falls to her knees looking dazed and Logan books it as Rhea chases him up the ramp to the back. She's getting to her feet but looks stunned from the full bottle thrown at her head as Buzzard gives her the End of Man! He makes the pin!
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Tony Chimel: Here are your winners, Charlie Dempsey and Leyton Buzzard!
Paul is long gone while Jamie rolls out of the ring holding her head. Charlie comes into the ring and gets his hand raised alongside Buzzard. The two stare at each other but Regal is quick to guide his son away from Buzzard, not quite wanting to give him any respect. Buzzard watches the two leave as the show moves on.
Backstage we see UWF correspondent Byron Saxton stood next to the Claymore King, Drew McIntyre. The Scotsman appears calm and in a generally sound state as Saxton prepares to fire some questions his way.
Byron Saxton: I’m standing by with Drew McIntyre, and Drew I guess I have to start by asking what your reaction is to the loss you suffered against Randy Orton last week on Revolution.
McIntyre can be seen giving a slight chuckle under his breath before providing a response.
Drew McIntyre: Well it may surprise you Saxton, but my feelings around that outcome probably won’t raise as many eyebrows as some might expect. Sure, it would’ve been nice to have marked my return to the active competitors fold with a flawless victory… but losing, whilst naturally disappointing, still isn’t the end of the world. Especially considering that it was against a complete chumpster that needed his bag carriers to help bail him out of trouble. Now people might look at what went down and say that it could have potentially been prevented if I still had my additional muscle and supposed brains in my corner to level the playing field, but that would have defeated the whole point and purpose of why I made the decision to cut ties. If my actions at Final Battle weren’t clear enough, the days of things in my camp being shared are over, as it’s now my job to prove that I don’t need someone cheering me on or fighting my battles in order to still be as successful as I was previously. And yes, I appreciate that there will more than likely be results like the one from last week still to come, but it’s ultimately on me to make sure that those are few and far between.
Byron Saxton: Now as we found out at the end of last week's show, you have an opportunity to set things right in a big way when you compete in this year's Money in the Bank Ladder Match at Summerslam. Do you have any initial thoughts to share from that blockbuster announcement?
Whilst history has shown that McIntyre hasn't always been open to answering questions, the smile on his face seems to indicate that he's somewhat enjoying this little session.
Drew McIntyre: It's funny how things magically fall into place the way they do... At the start of last week's show EC3 told me how good I looked when he saw me holding onto a briefcase at Final Battle, and then at the end of it he officially presented me with an opportunity to turn it into a regular sight. Some might call it a coincidence, and others may say it's undeserved, but anyone not realizing what exactly is on offer here can take a one-way ticket to hell as far as I'm concerned. Because at Summerslam, not only do I get to go to war with five guys all in need of a sharp reality check, but I get to claim the right to challenge for the UWF Title once again, but completely on my own terms, meaning I've got damn near unlimited freedom to plot my way back to the top, whenever and however I damn well please. Now you’ll no doubt hear the aforementioned other competitors in this match bigging up their own chances over the coming weeks, and let’s not forget that there’s a big opportunity tonight in the form of a six man tag-team match to try and seize the early overall initiative… but regardless of how tonight ends, by the time we get to that fateful August night with the stage firmly set and the ladders all put in place… when that opening bell rings, everyone will already know exactly which man will be leaving with the Money in the Bank briefcase in their possession.
McIntyre forcefully pats his hand on his left pectoral muscle a couple of times in order to make the point of who he is alluding to before walking off frame as the camera transitions to another part of the building.
Chimel: The following contest is a Six-Man Tag Team Match and is set for one-fall!
“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.
Chimel: Introducing first, 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.
OWW, SIMPLY RAVISHING!
The theme music begins to blare throughout the arena as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Eric Bischoff slinks out onto the entrance ramp taunting the fans.
Bischoff turns back to the curtain and begins bowing over and over again before “Ravishing” Rick Rude walks out onto the stage.
Rick Rude and Eric Bischoff begin making their way down the ramp.
Chimel: Next, from Robbinsdale, Minnesota. Weighing in at 252 pounds, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!
Bischoff is the first up the steps at ringside and sits on the second rope for Rude as Rude steps into the ring. Rude looks out amongst the crowd for a second before requesting a microphone.
Rude: Cut my music!
Once the music dies down Rude continues.
Rude: What I’d like to have right now…is for all of you fat, out of shape, overweight, inner-city sweathogs to keep the noise down while I take off my robe and show all of these ladies what a real sexy man is supposed to look like! Hit my music!
The music begins again as Rude begins to disrobe.
As the robe comes off, the camera zooms in to show that Rude is wearing tights that have Bayley's face directly on the crotch. As Rude turns around, we see there are hands on each cheek of the pants, one could only assume they belong to Bayley.
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
Chimel: Next, 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.
Red lights focus on the stage and smoke billows from the entrance way as 'Skullseeker' by Eternal Champion blasts out of the PA system to a tremendous ovation. Out onto the stage walks The Mighty Caleb clad in armour and sporting a cape. He stands with his arms wide, his cape appearing like black wings against the red background of the stage. In one hand he holds a drinking horn which he holds aloft. As the glorious main riff kicks in Caleb drinks from the horn before raising it high in the air and yelling 'SKAL!'.
Tony Chimel: And their opponents, first, hailing from The Northern Realms... weighing in at a mighty 235 pounds... he is 'THE MIGHTY' CAAAALEB!
The Mighty Caleb then makes his march down towards the ring, he fist bumps members of the crowd who reach out to him and leads them in the 'SKAL' chant which turns the crowd into a frenzy. Caleb steps up onto the ring apron now and once again holds the horn aloft, pumping his fist as he does so to the rhythm of the crowd. Caleb then enters the ring and continues to pump his fist as he marches around, hyping himself up for the battle ahead.
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.
Chimel: Next 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.
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.
Chimel: Finally, 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.
Holy smokes is that ring ever full, brother. The Referee gets two of the six (one third if you're into LCD's) men into the ring with the rest on the apron. Once that's settled, she calls for the bell.
VS
DING DING
The Might Caleb is kicking things off for his team. McIntyre - tough SOB though he may be - looks happy enough to let a future opponent rack up mileage against their fresh opponents. Vincent, meanwhile, looks like the kid outside the candy store window, just dreaming about what he's gonna do once he gets inside.
On the far side of the ring, the Ravishing One is first up to the plate. Ciampa is conferring with Femi, reminding his goon to keep a watchful eye out for shenanigans. Randy is out here all alone tonight, but doesn't look worried about the lack of back-up. Like Vincent, the Viper has vibe of guy who's ready to draw some blood.
Ranallo: This is a veritable All-Star line-up of talent. Three former world champions, two Royal Rumble winners, arguably the two finest Intercontinental champs in history, more than a few TV title holders the former POTUF, the guy who just about walked away with the crown in this year's King of the Ring.
Phillips: You can't deny the quality of the competitors in the ring, but it also looks like somebody picked the lock at Arkham Asylum and let all the crazies out.
Graves: Cool Batman reference, Phillips. That's the cutting-edge kinda commentary we love around here.
Caleb revs up the crowd with a fist-pumping "SKAL" chant like he does. Rude's earned himself more than a few new fans these past several months, but its the man from the Northern Realm who's got the lion's share of the support tonight.
The two of 'em lock-up in the dead center of the ring. Rude's got a couple inches of height that give him some leverage, but the barbaric tenacity of The Mighty One sees him fighting back to regain lost ground in no time. Rick counters that forward momentum with an Irish Whip into the ropes. Caleb rebounds and the two superstars collide with shoulder-tackles. Rude hits the mat.
Caleb takes another run at the ropes, this time of his own accord, to get some speed going. Rude stands just in time to get in the line of fire of a lariat. The nWo members ducks out of harm's way. Stormbringer blows past and Rick drops down behind him, scoring a sudden roll-up to try a surprise pin on his opponent...
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Caleb springs out of the predicament right after the second count.
Phillips: Rude still moves pretty quick for a guy his age.
Ranallo: I just hope I can have a body like that when I'm... however old he is.
Graves: Aren't you that old already?
Ranallo: Who's to say, Corey? Who's to say?
Time is a flat circle and Rude is about to be a flat wrestler on account of in the ensuing scramble to get back to their feet, Caleb grabs a hold of the guy from behind. Around the hips. For a German. Rick fights his way out with a back elbow. Once he's free, he stumbles forward. Orton reaches over the rope to tag himself in.
Rude looks at him like he better chill on that attitude. Randy ignores the condescending stare and blows right past the Ravishing One to enter the ring. Rick hits the apron and him and Ciampa kinda size each other up some. IC legends, those two. Looks like they're wondering who the better man is. They're gonna have to wait until Summerslam to find out, though, cause tonight, they're on the same side. Oba Femi's keep his focus on Rude while Bischoff's keeping his focus on Oba but the crowds' focus is on the ring where Orton and Caleb are already teeing off on each other.
Ranallo: Randy Orton is coming out guns blazing and by the numbers, one could argue that The Apex Predator is riding the biggest wave of momentum into Summerslam. Randy hasn't lost on pay-per-view since Wrestlemania. He continues to rack up wins against top notch competition. Winning the Money in the Bank briefcase is one of the few accolades Orton hasn't attained in his career. Could this be his year?
Graves: Its been a very long road for Randy Orton to get himself in position to reclaim his status as the best of the best in the UWF. The man used to be the President of the UWF for pete's sake. Sure, he's had some success on Revolution over the years, but nothing compares to being UWF Champion. He's as ruthless as ever and I'm sure he'll do whatever it takes to get that briefcase.
Phillips: You can never be too sure in these matches. How many times have we seen supposed favourites get upstaged by underdogs? Even so, I'd be hard pressed to bet against The Mighty Caleb. He was so close to winning the King of the Ring tournament, I'm expecting him to rebound in a big way!
Caleb rebounds in a regular way in the ring when a European Uppercut knocks him into the cables. He shoots back to hit his second shoulder tackle of the night. Once again, he knocks his opponent to the canvas. The Mighty One collects him off the mat and drags him back to the home corner. McIntyre extends a hand and Caleb accepts the offer to tag The Destroyer in.
Orton's still a little bit rocked. Drew comes in hot and heavy, obviously pissed about how things went down on last week's show. He clobbers the Apex Predator with a series of stiff shots, then launches him off into a neutral corner. McIntyre follows him there, plastering him against the post with something like a Stinger Splash only more Scottisher. Stepping aside to let Orton stagger way, Drew then beams him across the back of the head with a lariat. Randy goes down like a sack of potatoes (or a sack of most things, really) while the former UWF Champ shoots the half...
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Ciampa dives in to break it up. Maybe Randy would have kicked out anyway. We'll never know. The Don wasn't willing to take the risk.
An irate McIntyre grabs at Tommaso, who rolls to the outside. Drew follows him there cause he's so miffed. Ciampa exemplifies that whole "discretion is the better part of valour" / "live to fight another day" vibe, creating some distance between himself and The Destroyer then immediately filling it with Oba Femi.
Drew's looking at Oba like he isn't scared. Femi looks right back at him the same way. Even though there's like a gajillion guys in the match already, the capacity crowd in Memphis is chomping at the bit to see the two sturdy boys start fighting.
Phillips: If Drew had kept Braun Strowman around, he wouldn't have to worry about things like this.
Ranallo: McIntyre went back to the drawing board after failing to reclaim his title. When you're breaking all the records as Champion, you can keep doing what you're doing. When that stops working? Go back to the drawing board. I'm looking forward to seeing Drew change up his game. His is the standard to beat on Revolution now, that Money in the Bank briefcase would give him the opportunity to chase down his own record. If anyone can beat it, I'd say its the man himself.
Graves: Sure, but I'm loathe to admit Phillips almost actually made a good point, there. These days, it pays to bring back-up. Drew lost his, whereas Tommaso Ciampa's got a mob. If Oba Femi gets involved tonight, they'll toss this match out. What's to stop him at Summerslam, though? Anything goes in a ladder match. Femi could be the X-factor that gets The Don his next crack at the UWF title.
Before Mac and Femi can scrap, Orton slides out of the ring behind McIntyre, grabs him by the back of the head, the smashes his face into the apron. Drew recoils and gets whipped into the barricade. Randy then rolls him back into the ring. Just as he steps through the ropes, though, Ciampa leans over and slaps him on the back to tag himself into the match.
Orton doesn't like that. Rude reminds him that he did the same thing earlier. A little bit of trouble in paradise on that side of the ring. Ciampa wastes no time in going for the pin. He jumps right on McIntyre to cover...
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Nobody on Drew's team even tries to make the save, but no worries, cause he gets out all on his own. Tommaso goes to work on some rest holds. You know the ones. Knee to back. Chin in hands. Pressure applied in all the wrong directions. That sort of stuff. It goes on like that for a spell until eventually Mac puts all that size to good use and powers himself up to a vertical base.
Drew fires an elbow into Ciampa's tummy to back him of. Before McIntyre can get anything going, Tommaso fires back and pieces him up with the Sicilian Barrage. He then hoists The Destroyer over his shoulders, looking for an Air Raid Crash. Drew rolls down the back and counters with a clunky but effective Sunset Flip to try for a pin...
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Rude runs into to break it up, nailing Drew in the side of the head with a boot. He then pulls Ciampa out from under, drags him to his corner, and steps through the ropes to tag himself in. Or, at least, he tries. Oba Femi pulls him off the apron to have a word with him on the floor.
Phillips: Oba Femi just yanked Rude off the apron!
Ranallo: Since they're on the same team tonight, its not technically against the rules...
Rick takes some serious offense to that nonsense. He's about to start swinging. Bischoff rushes over to try and get cooler heads to prevail. The Referee is sick off this junk and - to the crowd's delight - ejects all the outsiders from the ringside area. That pisses off Rude even more cause now he can't get revenge and also his pal's gone.
Back in the ring, Ciampa and Drew crawl to their respective corners. Tommaso gets Orton tagged first. Randy comes barreling into the ring but isn't there fast enough to prevent Drew from tagging in Vincent for the first time. The Apex Predator takes a swing at Vincent, who ducks, gets behind him, and drops him with an Inksanity.
Phillips: Vincent is in the ring for the first time in this match. Why do I get the feeling things are about to fly off the handle?
Ranallo: We saw last week - just like we have in the past - that this man is more interested in wreaking havoc than he is picking up wins. A Money in the Bank match gives him the opening he needs to get back to the UWF title. It's also a playground for him to cause a whole lot of pain and destruction. You wonder what his priority will be come Summerslam.
Vincent doesn't try for a pin. Instead, he peels Randy up off the canvas and is looking to get him up for a Torture Rack. Ciampa rushes in to shut that down. Caleb cuts off the interference, also entering the ring just to tackle Tommaso out through the ropes. In all the kerfuffle, Randy slides off the back and then drops Vincent with his patented backbreaker. He looks like he's about to set up for the RKO when Rick Rude grabs a chair from ringside and slides it under the ropes. Rude tells him to make it count.
Graves: Now here's some good thinking by Rude. Why not try and take out one of the competitors weeks in advance?
Phillips: Cause that would be amoral?
Graves: For Randy, maybe. Rick's just making a suggestion, here.
Randy's eyeing up that chair but the Referee rushes in to give him a talking to about fair play, interspliced with some yelling at Rick who's still down on the floor. Orton brushes past the Official and picks up the foreign object, anyway. Vincent is kneeling up now, big freaky smile on his face. He could have run for the hills. Gotten outta dodge. Avoided this whole situation. But wouldn't you know it, he's like practically begging Orton to take his best shot. He's egging him on. Telling him to swing hard and true with that there steel chair.
Rick dusts his hands off like he's done with all this. Ciampa gets up on the floor and leans over the apron, yelling at Orton not to cost them the match. Randy's only listening to one voice in his head now, though, and its the tempting one of Vincent. The Referee can't stop him. Caleb's down. McIntyre ain't about to make the save. Randy swings and cracks the chair over Vincent's head.
DING DING
YOUR WINNERS BY DISQUALIFICATION...
DREW MCINTYRE, THE MIGHT CALEB AND VINCENT!
Vincent's music hits the PA but the truck cuts it quick when all hell breaks loose. Ciampa gets into the ring and pushes Orton, reaming him out for going that far. Randy ain't about to hear a lecture, so he decks Tommaso. It goes from there. Caleb is getting to his feet on the outside when McIntyre comes around to put a beating on him while the getting's good. Rick shrugs like none of this bothers him much. He's about to just head on back up the ramp but Ciampa tosses Orton over the top rope and he lands right on top of The Ravishing One. The Don follows the action to the outside where even more brawling ensues. A gaggle of security guards rush down to break it all up, but that's gonna take some time.
Ranallo: Well, that escalated quickly.
Graves: There are a lot of combustible personalities in this upcoming Money in the Bank match. It looks to me like Rick Rude sure knows how to keep his cool with the stuff hits the fan, though. We've talked a lot about the other guys' chances - I'm starting to wonder if we haven't been sleeping on the Ravishing One.
Phillips: If I learned anything tonight, its that any one of these six individuals has just as good a chance at the others at getting that briefcase, that is, assuming they all make it to the Biggest Party of the Summer in one piece.
With a trickle of blood dripping down his forehead, Vincent sits up in the ring, laughing to himself as total chaos envelopes the ringside area. The show quickly cuts to another segment while order is restored.
The scene shows Eddie walking into his Wife locker room to sort things out with her about Revolution.
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: Why didn't you show up last Thursday uh I needed you and you're suppose to be my Wife when you're sitting back here watching me getting my ass kicked when Ciampa. defeated me and now I'm out of the job which means I probably won't be at Summer Slam this year after the way you betrayed me on Revolution well guest what I'm gonna let you have your moment and let you figure something out that why did you disobeyed me when I needed you the most at UWF.
Hoeski| Eve: Eddie. sweetie I'm sorry I wasn't out there to support your match I mean what should I adjust to do just go out there and ruined your match for you like the way you did when we had that tag team match at Final battle and it wasn't me who cost us the match with The Daughter's of Darkness it was you Eddie. who made us lose at Final Battle and you got yourself to blame and not me so I adjust for you to keep that anger to yourself if you want us to be together then you better clean up your act and if you don't then I'm taking our Daughter with me and moving to the other locker room until you decide what's your next plain gonna be at next week's Revolution cause if you don't have a plain before Summer Slam then I'm just gonna take my stuff and just leave you for good this time cause Obviously you seemed to can't control your anger and your The Latino Heat for gods sakes and when I come back I better start seeing you win some matches for Revolution and Summer Slam and I swear Eddie. if you don't win any of these matches so help me god I'm getting rid of you in definitely until you can be trust worthy so me and Shaul. will be seeing you around whenever you start winning some matches and respect me and your Daughters
and once you win your matches I rather see some gold around that waist of yours and maybe I'll think about reunite with you just until we figure something out then maybe we can come up with a speech of yours before you come out of your Retirement at UWF.
Eddie looks at Eve and tells her everything about UWF
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: Okay you win I'll go and clean up my act but I only doing it just for you and our Daughter cause I know how she can't lose a father without me losing all the time and having them make fun of her and talking about her in stuff and there's something that I must do in that's why at Summer Slam I'll Challenge anyone to defend there Championship against there Latino Heat Eddie Guerrero and it doesn't matter which Championship it will be defend it could be a UWF TV Championship or it could be a World Championship so Sami and LA Knight I will be making my decision on Revolution next week and see who will I face for there TV and UWF Championship at Summer Slam.
Hoeski| Eve: Tell me something Eddie. do you Lie, Cheat and Steal cause if you do then that's what I need to see at Summer Slam Lie cheat and Steal and don't just do it for us do it for yourself cause i know that you're gonna make us proud when you bring home the Gold and show it to our Daughter when you take out LA Knight or Sami Zayn. for there TV and UWF Championship at Summer Slam.
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: you're right Mami I do Lie, Cheat and Steal and I'm gonna show the world from Revolution through Summer Slam that Eddie Guerrero does Lie Cheat and Steal and I'm gonna prove it next Friday on Revolution and tell EC3 that I decided to fight LA Knight for his UWF Championship at Summer Slam.
Eddie stares at his Wife and gives her the look when she continues speaking
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: I totally agree with you I need to step my game up at least for our lovely Daughter and besides like you just said I need to Lie Cheat and Steal if I'm gonna win some of my matches if I wanted to become there UWF World Champion against The Mega Star LA Knight.
at Summer Slam but first I have to fight someone next week before the biggest Summer of UWF but who should I fight on the next Revolution before Summer Slam I'm not even in the MITB ladder match cause after what just happened at Revolution between me and Ciampa. well I think it's time for your Latino Heat to fess up and beat the living hell out of these UWF Superstars and I will start with The Mega Star himself LA Knight. and if I beat him on Revolution then I deserve his Championship match at Summer Slam.
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: So how about Megastar you and me for that Championship if I lose I come out of my retirement and if I win then I won't come out of my retirement at Summer Slam when you defend that UWF Championship against Latino Heat on UWF.
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: and Good luck against The I.C Champion Kyle O' Riley in your Main event on Revolution cause I'll be there watching from the ringside watching the two of you destroy each other until neither of you decide to get up and choose which Championship that I will be fighting for at this years Summer Slam after this week's Revolution.
Eddie kiss his wife for good luck at Revolution and Summer Slam when she remians seated in her locker room when we head down to our ring announcer Tony Chimel.
DING DING!
Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
YO YO YO
IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR MOUTH
IMA SHUT IT FOR YOU
PUNK
"Punk Tactics" hammers through the PA with some throwback Boom Bop audacity. The fans drop some big time cheers as Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley march on down that ramp, highlights of the former's ultraviolent style playing up on the big screen behind them. Kyle shreds on his strap like its some kinda electric guitar, popping the capacity crowd while Tony introduces him.
Chimel: Being accompanied to the ring by Bayley, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing in at 200 pounds... The Intercontinental Champion, Kyle O'Reilly!
The Diabetic Dragon climbs the steps up into the ring while The "Good Guy" amps up the crowd some more ahead of the match to come.
Tony Chimel: And the opponent…
L...A....Knight
"Welcome To LA" blares over the PA System and all the excitement in the arena turns to dread. Everyone knows exactly who is about to grace them with their presence. It is the one and only self proclaimed "Million Dollar Megastar" LA Knight. Sure enough, the man that represents LA, California bursts through the curtain and out onto the stage. The jeers he receives do not bother him. Knight simply stands tall, the UWF Championship shining on his shoulder. With him as always, is his right hand man "The Masterpiece" Christopher Adonis. The duo march to the ring, knowing what they plan to accomplish this evening.
Tony Chimel: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Christopher Adonis, from Los Angeles, California via Baltimore, Maryland. Weighing in at Two Hundred and Thirty pounds, he is the Million Dollar Megastar and your UWF Champion, LA Knight!
Knight and Adonis reach the end of the ramp before Knight climbs the steps and enters through the ropes. Adonis watches from the outside as Knight goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs the ropes. Normally, this is where he throws up his patented "LA" sign, but tonight, he instead holds up his UWF Championship high in the air.
Knight leaps down and waits for this contest to start.
VS 
DING DING!
As the ring bell sounds, the two men begin circling one another, each with their hands at the ready for whatever the situation calls for be it offense or defense.
Tom Phillips: An interesting thing to observe here. Both superstars know each other well but there’s still a feeling out process happening.
Mauro Ranallo: This is what main events are made of right here, gentlemen. The Intercontinental Champion versus the UWF Champion with all the bragging rights up for grabs.
Corey Graves: And you could argue that no one wants those bragging rights more than Kyle O’Reilly because, by his own admission, he’s never beaten LA Knight.
Kyle lunges forward, seizing the neck area of his opponent as they lock up in a collar-elbow tieup. O’Reilly looks to gain ground on the UWF Champ but Knight delivers a kick to the solar plexus that causes Kyle to break his hold as LA pulls him in and applies a Side Headlock. O’Reilly slips a punch into the kidney area of his opponent, loosening the hold, then pushes Knight forward forcefully into the downstage ropes. LA pivots and hits the ropes with his upper back, riding the momentum back towards the, “Diabetic Dragon” who leaps up and throws himself at Knight horizontally as Knight catches him and brings him downward, planting his leg as he drops Kyle forcefully over the knee with a Backbreaker.
As Kyle rolls off of the knee following impact, LA can cockily be heard asking him, ”How’s that for Wonderbread? Huh?”, a reference to Kyle’s critique of his wrestling style. Kyle scrambles quickly to his feet, right in the face of the, “Million Dollar Megastar” as he absolutely paintbrushes his face with a hard right. Knight looks flustered for a brief moment but then pops Kyle in return as a cocky smile reappears. O’Reilly fires back and lands flush as the crowd goes, “YEAH!”. Knight turns to a section of them, mouthing off that that’s his catchphrase but this only opens him up for another punch to the face. Fuming again, LA blocks the next punch and then fires off several in quick succession, then drives his head into just below the sternum of his opponent. Kyle visibly has the air knocked out of him as Knight hooks the head and leg and executes a Fisherman Buster into a pin attempt.
ONE!
NO! Kyle kicks out!
As LA creates some distance between them, he’s ready for Kyle to get up so he can go back on the offensive. O’Reilly sits up as Knight charges him, Kyle moving out of the way a bit and hooking his ankles around one of Knight’s, twisting and tripping him up as LA stumbles and finds himself hung up on the middle rope. Kyle stands up and runs over, leaping up and connecting with a quick Double Foot Stomp that knocks Knight flat, then remains on Knight’s back as he positions his legs with Knight’s legs and grabs his arms, then rocks back onto the mat so that LA is in the air.
Tom Phillips: Oh my! Kyle O’Reilly has LA Knight at his absolute mercy right now!
Mauro Ranallo: Anyone else hungry for a pretzel right now?
Corey Graves: You’re an idiot, Mauro.
Knight is at Kyle's mercy in the Mexican Surfboard but O'Reilly brings him down and reaches up to grab onto his head and pulls him back into a Dragon Sleeper! Knight looks like he might break in half but he's able to get a leg free and push off the mat to turn and fall on op of Kyle. The ref drops down to make the pin but O'Reilly is quick to roll him off and gets to his feet. Knight is slower to get up and so he eats a Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head that stuns him. Kyle runs to the ropes but gets caught with a Sidewalk Slam into the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
O'Reilly kicks out at two!
Knight picks up Kyle and places him over his shoulder to set up for the Gravy Train. Kyle starts wiggling around and manages to get him off balance enough to get to the ropes. The ref starts to count and so Knight drops him. Kyle gives him a Back Elbow for his troubles and then picks him up onto his shoulders. He walks with him to the center of the ring before hitting Ogopogo! Right after he runs to the ropes and comes back with the Orange Slice! He makes the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Knight kicks out!
Corey Graves: O'Reilly may have managed to beat Rude by some miracle but lightening doesn't strike twice. There's no way he can put away the UWF Champion.
Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count O'Reilly out against anyone. He's proven you wrong multiple times Corey.
Corey Graves: He's proved me right more than wrong. He's tough but he lacks mental fortitude.
Kyle slices his neck with his thumb, and points at Knight, telling him he's gonna murder him now. Knight is getting to his feet but Kyle delivers Axe and Smash! Knight stays on his feet but turns from the impact, stumbling into the ropes, lightly bouncing his chest off them and Kyle grabs him from behind and lifts him onto his shoulder in an Electric Chair. He drops him but catches him for Ride the Lightening but Knight throws a few Back Elbows to stun and break free from his grasp. He's still a little dazed and stumbles forwards into the ropes. The ref checks on Kyle who's eyebrow looks like it got cut. Knight doesn't see that Nakamura has come out of nowhere and boots him in the side of the head! He takes off just as quickly as he appeared. Kyle pushes the ref away, not knowing what just happened but he hooks the UWF Champion from behind and drives him into the mat via Blue-Eyes Diabetic Dragon!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, the Intercontinental Champion, Kyle O'Reilly!
O'Reilly celebrates his win but notices Nakamura on the ramp. Shinsuke is laughing as he's backing up. Kyle looks down at Knight and seems to wonder if something happened. Knight is out and so Kyle checks on him. Nakamura stays on the ramp and points to Kyle also raising up the Prime Time Medal with a big smile on his face as the show comes to a close.
END OF SHOW
CREDITS
Knight vs O'Reilly - Dresden/Danny
Zayn vs Rollins - AndyDNU
6 Man tag - Fauche
Mistico vs Balor, Tag Match - Danny
