Revolution 7/26/24

[Danny]

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



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

Tom Phillips: We've got some good action set for tonight and we'll also hear from the top stars in the company.

Corey Graves: You can't say that when we give so much tv time to Kyle O'Reilly.

Mauro Ranallo: He's been a great champion thus far and will also be in our main event tonight when he takes on Leyton Buzzard but first, Can Eddie Guerrero live up to the high expectations of Eve? We'll find out right now!






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

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



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

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

Tony Chimel: "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.

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DING DING DING


Mauro Ranallo: Eddie's got a lot to prove here tonight with Eve giving him the ultimatum of winning every match between now and Summerslam.

Corey Graves: Can you imagine birthing a fully grown woman and then demanding your husband to win every match or elswe. what a bitch.

Tom Phillips: Language Corey!


Eddie looks at Tony, saying he needs this. D'Angleo shrugs and says he's gotta do what he's gotta do. They two lock up but Tony powers him to the corner. The ref calls for a clean break and he does so. Eddie thanks him but then gives him a thumb to the eye! Tony turns around covering his face but Eddie wraps him up in a school boy!



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Tony kicks out!


Corey Graves: That no good snake! Never trust a man whose motto is Lie Cheat and Steal!

Mauro Ranallo: Eddie knows he needs to do whatever it takes to win or face retirement.


D'Angelo rushes to his feet and goes to Clothesline Eddie's head off but the legend ducks the attempt and run to the ropes, coming off them with a Headscissors! The Don gets sent into the corner where Eddie runs back up on him and delivers a Monkey Flip! Tony grabs at his back but is quick to get back to his feet. Eddie however runs at him and jumps up, kicking off the ropes for a Tornado DDT! He makes the pin!



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D'Angelo kicks out! Eddie picks him up and goes to give him a Suplex but The Don lands behind him German Suplex's him right on his head. Eddie rolls out of the ring to get away but Tony is hot on his tail. He walks around the ring to go grab him when he notices in the crowd none other than Sami Zayn walking into the aisle. He's got popcorn and a ticket in hand and points to it.


Corey Graves: Now here comes a real superstar to class the joint up a bit.

Tom Phillips: It's clear Sami wants to get back at Tony for distracting him last week.

Corey Graves: He's got people calling him out all the time when they speak. Why not scout potential opponents?


Sami is yelling at Tony that he's allowed to be here. Tony has his eyes off the ball just long enough for Eddie to grab him and run him back first into the steel ring post! Sami points and laughs at him while Eddie rolls him back into the ring. Guerrero points at him and motions for the belt around his waist. Sami rolls his eyes at this but Eddie goes to the top rope. He shimmies a bit before he comes off with a Frog Splash! D'Angelo however gets the knees up and Eddie lands flush on them. He rolls around the mat holding his gut. D'Angelo gets back to his feet and brings Eddie up to give him the Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex into the pin!



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Guerrero kicks out! Tony looks out to Eve and tells her he's sorry but he's gotta end this. He lifts his opponent up to Sleep with the Fishes but manages to shift his weight and roll him into an Inside Cradle!



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Tony kicks out and rushes to his feet. He runs at Eddie for a Clothesline but Guerrero ducks him. Tony keeps running, bouncing off the ropes but gets caught on the rebound with a Tilt-a-whirl Backbreaker! Latino Heat picks him back up to deliver a Suplex. He rolls back up to his feet, bringing Tony up along with him. He hits a second Suplex before rolling back up. He goes to complete the Three Amigos but D'Angelo starts punching him in the gut to break free. He then grabs his waist and flips him over into the Northern Lights Suplex! He floats back over, bringing Eddie up. Sami jumps up trying to distract him but The Don ignores him and makes him Sleep With The Fishes!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Tony D'Angelo!




Sami throws his popcorn to the ground and walks off, angry that Tony didn't get distracted by him. D'Angelo looks at Eve and says sorry. She looks pissed and walks out without Eddie. D'Angelo looks a bit remorseful but gets his hand raised as Revolution rolls on.

After a brief splash of the Revolution graphic, we are taken backstage where William Regal is caught by McKenzie Mitchell for a quick interview.

Mitchell: Mr. Regal! May I have a moment of your time?

"The Villain" of the UWF turns to regard the interviewer, with a none-too-impressed expression on his face, but he nods as if to indicate he will allow it.



William Regal: Very well, I will allow it, though I must ask — where is Ms. Young? Isn't she the one doing all of these backstage segments? Or has the company made a hire in the interest of... He squints, then with a sly grin, concludes: ...diversity?

Mitchell does a little faux laugh to play off the obvious sarcasm of the former worlds champion and dives right into her questions like a pro.

Mitchell: Mr. Regal, last week your son victoriously fought side-by-side with Leyton Buzzard in a tag team match and I must ask: has that caused you to reconsider at all your previous assessments?

Regal shakes his head.

Absolutely not, Miss... He pauses to look at her nametag, then looks down on her with a condescending expression. ...Mitchell. Frankly, my son tagged out early in that match because he didn't see the point in wasting his own strength to carry that bottom-feeder to a victory. So, rather than do that, he conserved his energy and allowed Leyton to sink or swim, while also affording himself a unique opportunity to scout that little cockroach before their inevitable next meeting. And he, as well as I, only found my initial analysis of Mr. Buzzard confirmed. Did he earn a win last week? Surely. But consider our opponents. Had Mr. Buzzard lost, then the state of competition in this company would surely be even more up for question than it already is.

McKenzie purses her lips as though she wants to ask a follow-up and call Regal on some amount of bullshit. Instead, she keeps rolling with her prepared questions.

And what of tonight? I can't help but notice that your son is not with you...

Regal cuts her off.

Charlie is not with me, dear girl, because he is busy training. He was not booked to compete this week, so there is no need for him to be at this arena. Instead, he is honing his killer instinct and incomparable abilities at the Performance Center. Fear not, McKenzie: you will get the chance to fawn over my boy again. All in due time. Now, unless there were any further questions...

Mitchell nods.

Well, actually...

Again, Regal interrupts.

Thank you. Have a good evening.

William turns and walks out of frame, leaving Mitchell to look to the camera with a slightly disgusted expression as the show moves along.




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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 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.



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



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


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DING DING DING!


Rollins walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched. He tells Hayter to follow him and accept him as her messiah. Jamie puts her hands together in prayer and actually walks up to him to the surprise of many in the crowd. She falls to her knees and looks to pray to the Messiah.


Corey Graves: The pure aura of the Messiah is enough to make that foul wench come to her senses. It's a miracle!

Tom Phillips: Did you manage to get that blood out of your suit earlier?

Corey Graves: Ugh don't remind me.


Seth is all smiles as he looks up to the heavens but then Jamie just headbutts him right in the gut! He falls over on all fours while Jamie gets to her feet laughing and pointing down at him. She reaches down, gabbing his arm and lifting him up into a Pumphandle Slam! Seth goes to roll out of the ring but Jamie grabs onto his ankle and shakes her head. She tries to pull him in but he's holding onto the bottom rope. The ref tries to get her off of him and counts to 4 before she finally lets go. She backs away as the ref is admonishing her but Rhea comes over and smacks the taste out of Rollins mouth while the ref's back is turned!


Corey Graves: Look at these no good witches who can't get it done on their own.

Tom Phillips: I bet if Rollin's followers got involved, you'd be singing a different tune.


Jamie comes back over and picks up Rollins. She lifts him up for a Uranage but he managed to backflip over he arm and land on his feet, kicking her in the gut and lifting her up, running to the corner for the Buckle Bomb! She hits hard and falls to her knees into perfect position for the Avada Kadavra! He pulls her away from the ropes to make the pin.



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Hayter kicks out! Rollins pulls her up by her hair and gets right in her face, telling her she could've just been a follower and all this would've been avoided. Jamie however just spits right in his face! She laughs at him but Seth throws her to the mat and starts stomping her out. She rolls to the ropes but Rollins keeps on the assault until the ref has to physically pull him away while Jamie rolls to the outside.


Mauro Ranallo: Seth better watch out or he might find himself getting disqualified here tonight.

Corey Graves: Can you blame him? That piece of trash spit in his face. Who knows what kind of diseases she carries.


Seth comes back over to the ropes and Slingshots himself out for a Crossbody but Hayter backs up and drives a Knee right into his ribs on the way down! He rolls around in pain but Hayter picks him up and brings him to the corner to smash his face into the steel steps! She then throws him back into the ring and follows him in. Seth is grabbing at his ribs while he tries to get to his feet but he turns right into a Big Boot! If that wasn't enough, she picks him up onto her shoulders and hits Ushigoroshi! She makes the pin!



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Rollins kicks out! She backs away and looks over to Rhea. They look and see Seth turn over trying to get up. They each other a nod before Jamie runs in for a Curb Stomp! Seth manages to push himself away just in time as Jamie stomps hard into the mat where his head just was. Rollins stumbles over to the corner and so Jamie runs at him but gets caught with a boot to the face. She's staggered back a few paces before Seth hits her with a Superkick! She falls to a knee and Rollins goes out onto the apron and waits until she starts to stand. Once she does, he jumps onto the ropes for the Springboard Knee but gets caught in mid air with a Spinebuster!


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Rollins gets the shoulder up at 2!


Mauro Ranallo: Did you see the way Seth's head bounced off the mat from that impact? I thought it was all over there.

Corey Graves: The Messiah would never allow Darkness to reign supreme.


Jamie brings Seth up from behind while holding his arm. She gives him the ripcord but Seth comes in with a Jumping Knee to knock her back into the corner. He brings her out of the corner to deliver a DDT! He then turns her over and gets her in position before climbing to the top rope. He glances back once before coming off with the Phoenix Splash! Hayter rolls out of the way though and Seth splats hard on the mat! Jamie picks him up right away and lifts him straight into the air for a vertical Suplex but Seth ends up bringing his knee down on top of her head and lands behind her. He shoves her into the ropes, moving with her to roll her up! The ref drops down to make the count and doesn't see the handful of tights!



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Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, Seth Rollins!



Seth immediately gets outta dodge as Rhea comes running in. The Daughters of Darkness argue with the ref, trying to inform him of what just happened but Rollins is already on the stage soaking in his stolen win. He heads to the back as Revolution rolls on.




The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a live feed from backstage. The nWo are shown in their locker room - which has been appropriated to a classic clubhouse of sorts. Eric Bischoff is busy on some important call on his cellular phone, Rick Rude and Bayley sitting at a table playing dominos, and Kyle O'Reilly is practicing palm strikes on cement wall where he has spray painted his opponent's name: Layton Buzzed (sic).

KO'R: Four-hundred-fifty-three... four-hundred-fifty-four... four-hundred-fifty-five...

The Diabetic Dragon is counting off each hit on said wall.

Rude:  So, uh…Kyle.  Any particular reason that you’re being…well..a Kyle, except with a cement wall rather than drywall?

Bayley: Yeah, its not the most conventional training method, but I wasn't gonna say anything till he hit five-hundred. He keeps distracting me, though - ya know, throwing off my count. Its hard to keep track of all the little white dots on these things.

KO'R: Four-hundred-sixty-one... four-hundred-sixt -

Kyle's pounding on the concrete is then interrupted by a different knocking! This time, its on the door! Bayley sees her opportunity to get him to cut it out.

Bayley: Hey, Kyle, you mind getting that?



KO'R: Can't now. Busy. Training.

He's breathing heavy and shaking violently. The "Good Guy" insists.

Bayley: Please? Like, pretty please? You're closer and I'm about to... uh... get a domino check-mate...

It's a half-baked lie of an excuse but, good Catholic that he is, Kyle sighs and does what he's been guilted into. Just as there's a reminder knock at the door, Kyle yanks it open.



Hogan: WHAT'S HAPPENING BROTHERS? DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR THE HULKSTER?!?!

Quicker than a hiccup, Bayley jumps to her feet - scattering dominos across the table as she goes - runs to the door and slams it back shut in Hogan's face, catching the rest of the room off-guard.

Rude:  Uh, babe…did you purposefully slam the door in his face, or were you going to give him a chance to explain why he was here?   

KO'R: Yeah, what the heck was that about?

The Doctor of Huganomics looks around at the others like they've been living under a rock.

Bayley: Have you guys been living under a rock? Hogan's bad news!

Bischoff: Ah, Hulk's nothing we can't handle!

Bayley: No, I literally mean he's bad news. As in he's in the news a lot right now and all the coverage is bad. Don't you guys follow politics?

Rude:  Don’t you mean Jesse “The Body” rather than Hulk?

Bayley: Well last week he was at the RNC vitamin's-and-prayer's-ing for Donald Trump. And guess what? Big surprise! It didn't go over very well. We can't afford to to be seen standing next to a guy with that kinda heat right now. Nobody's gonna wanna buy ad space for the next Ding-Dong Hello!

KO'R: Donald Trump? That dude from Home Alone 2? The New York one? Who cares? That movie wasn't that bad.

Bayley: No, Kyle. Donald Trump as in the former-slash-maybe-next President of the United States. Ya know, the historically volatile one?

KO'R: President of the US? Pffft. Like I care. I'm Canadian. We have a Prime Minister and his name is John Crechen -

Bayley: - untrue -

KO'R: - but he doesn't even matter cause we've still got the Queen of English on our money -

Bayley: - really? -

KO'R: - but she doesn't really matter because she's -

Bischoff: Hey, careful kid. Remember we're in London tonight.

KO'R: See! London! We're not even in the same country as presidents. Who gives a spit? Hulk's a hero. I say we let him -

Bayley: No!

Kyle reaches for the door, Bayley tackles him aside, and none of it matters anyway cause Hogan just bursts on through that sucker, damn near knocking it off the hinges.

Hogan: LET ME TELL YA SOMETHING, BROTHERS!  NOBODY BUT NOBODY SLAMS A DOOR ON THESE 24 INCH PYTHONS CAUSE HULKAMANIA IS RUNNING WILD AND YOU'RE GONNA NEED MORE THAN A DEADBOLT TO PUT ME DOWN FOR THE THREE COUNT!

Bayley buries her head in her hands, defeated. Rick comes over to help her up and introduce her to nWo OG on better terms.

Rude:  Well, Hulk…sorry to get off on the wrong foot here, but this little spitfire is Bayley.  That is her stepbrother, Kyle O’Reilly.  What exactly brings you by, all the way across the pond, nonetheless?

Bischoff scurries into the center of things.

Bischoff: I may or may not have dropped a line to Hulk a few weeks ago, ya know whenever everything was a bit… muddy, to say the least between everybody here?  He has obviously been quite busy given recent…events.  Although, Hulk…I would have thought you would have showed up in….other regalia than the classic?

Hogan: Oh, right, brother.  Give me a minute, alright?

Hulk exits the lockerroom in a hurried fashion.  Rude, Bayley, and Kyle all exchange confused looks with each other and all look to Bischoff who just shrugs it off.  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door.  Eric motions to the door and slowly goes to grab the handle. The feeds begins distorting, and suddenly it is all distorted to classic black and white.  As Bischoff turns the door handle, a familiar guitar riff can be heard, faintly.



The door opens, but the camera only initially shows Rude, Bayley, and Kyle.  Rude’s expression is that of perplexion.  Kyle’s is that of shock and awe.  Bayley simply places her face into her hands while shaking her head.  Hogan bursts back into the locker room.



Hogan:  Well, let me tell ya somethin’, dudes!  It doesn’t matter if we’re all back home in the states or if we’re over in England.  The nWo-ites are a worldwide phenomenon, dude!

KO'R: Dude?!  You like…changed…so fast!

Hogan:  Well, ya know somethin’, dudes?!  Ol’ Easy E gave me a ring a few days ago-

Bischoff: Weeks.

Hogan:Weeks, brother!  He called and said that the two of you were having a bit of a meltdown, over a belt, man.

Rude: Well, Hollywood.  While we appreciate you stopping by, we’ve already got past all of that! We’re all hunky-dory around here, and everybody is on the same page.

Hogan: Well, you know somethin’, dudes?  I’m glad to hear that, brother.  It had me worried there was going to be another split up like there was back in ‘98, man.  Ya know, when the whole Wolf Pack ordeal came down? Then there was nWo Hollywood, nWo B-team. It just got way out of control, man.

KO’R: Well, I mean, there’s a LWO around still…

Bayley: We’re not too worried about them though. I called out Eve for a match at Summerslam and -

Hogan: The Hulkster just wants to go on the record and say that he doesn’t mind having a Sister for a Brother, brother.

Bayley: Uh… thanks?

Hogan: Back in the good ol’ days, we had Virgil on nWo laundry duty, and let me tell ya somethin, there’s no good reason why a woman can’t do a dude’s job. As a matter of fact - 

Bayley: Okay, ya know what? We’ll call you if we need anything else.

The “Good Guy” has heard enough and starts to usher Hogan towards the exit.

Hogan: But Hulkamania is running -

She shuts the door in his face then turns around exasperated.

Bayley: Well that was… aggressively nostalgic. Thank God we got things back on track with the team. We don’t need Hogan. Hell, we don’t need anyone but us, right guys?

There’s a sheepish sort of nod of agreement from the other three. Bayley doesn’t like the looks or sounds of that.

Bayley: Right guys?

Again, crickets.

Bayley: We’re not expecting anyone else to show up for a work interview, are we?

Bischoff: No… well… certainly not this week.

Rude: Babe, you know they say life is full of surprises…

KO’R: Were we supposed to stop emailing prospects?

Bayley face-palms, dreading what kinda motley goons, downright scallywags and degenerate hustlers might try their luck at joining the New World Order next. In the meantime, Revolutions rolls on!  




As there’s a break in the action, things head backstage where a random interviewer is standing by.

Interviewer: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. My guest at this time is none other than the, “Horror King” himself, Vincent.

Vincent walks into the shot to a warm reception from the audience.

Interviewer: Now Vincent, my first question is how are you feeling after Randy Orton’s devastating chair shot to you at the end of last week’s six-man tag match?

Vincent smirks.

Vincent: Well he certainly struck me with some gusto but as you can all plainly see, I’m able to walk under my own power tonight.

The fans cheer again.

Interviewer: But I’m sure it was lingering in your mind that it may have redamaged your skull, at least somewhat, right?

Vincent smiles.

Vincent: The thought was there but I wouldn’t say I was all that worried about it considering I invited the attack and egged him on until he followed through. The thing is, I know I’m not indestructible, especially not at this stage in my career, but what can I say? I like all degrees of pain: physical and non-physical, to others and to myself.

The interviewer is notably nervous but presses on.

Interviewer: Well there’s no doubt there’ll be lots of pain to go around in the upcoming Money in the Bank match you’re a part of.

Vincent smiles and chuckles to himself.

Vincent: I’m glad you brought up Money in the Bank. See, I haven’t had much to say about it so far and that’s because I choose to let my actions speak louder but I’ve had a nerve struck by one of the other participants in that match when he ran his mouth about me last week. Rick, you want to say over and over that you aren’t afraid of me, but if that was true you wouldn’t have to say it out loud. Now you’re just calling attention to it.

Because you’re right, we haven’t faced off before, and you should be thankful for that fact because it’s made this return run possible. At Summerslam though, you don’t have that blessing of distance anymore, I’m going to be right in your face swarming you like a nest of angry bees let loose. And when that happens, you won’t have to fake a heart attack because I’m going to leave you having one.

Vincent is staring into the camera now.

Vincent: As for the others, well, so far it’s been a verbal joust between me, Rick, and Drew so I’ll just address Drew. You did a number on me in a big way, Drew, so I’ll give you your due credit. In fact, I’ll give all of you your deserved flowers…when I put them on your grave.

Vincent walks offscreen as Revolution continues elsewhere.




The live feed cuts to show EC3 standing in front of the camera.



EC3: We've seen some good action here tonight with more to come but I wanted a get a few announcements made regarding Summerslam. As you all know LA Knight will be defending the UWF Championship against Shinsuke Nakamura and of course the 6 man Money in the Bank match but after what's transpired in recent weeks, Jamie Hayter has asked for and is granted a match against Logan Paul in a Rockstar vs Prime Anything Goes match.

There's a big pop from the crowd, remembering the last sponsored match UWF had.

EC3: And after his win over Guerrero, Tony D'Angelo has now cemented himself a shot at the Television Championship against Sami Zayn. But that's not the only news on championships. After wins over the likes of the UWF Champion, former International Champion, current Television Champion and Jamie Hayter earlier tonight, Seth Rollins is officially the #1 contender to the Intercontinental Championship and will face Kyle O'Reilly at Summerslam. Plus the war of words will come to a head when Charlie Dempsey and Leyton Buzzard run it back, this time in a No Disqualifications match so we can get a clear winner between the two. Now enjoy the rest of the show.




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

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.

Chimel: Introducing first, from Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland... weighing in at 190 pounds... Finn Balor!

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.



Chimel: And his opponent, 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.

Tony heads out and after ensuring both competitors are good to go, the Referee calls for the bell.


VS

DING DING


The instant the bell rings, Balor sprints across the ring, launches himself into the air, and blasts Paul with a John Woo Dropkick. He leaves two footprints embedded in the Ultimate Influencer's chest while Logan is propelled spine-first into one of the turnbuckles. Bouncing off the post with a thud that rattles the ropes, Paul stumbles forward, hands pressed to his torso, gasping for air. Dude is all out of sorts and isn't paying enough attention to notice his opponent making a run for the ropes to build up some speed.

Finn catches Logan again, this time with a Sling Blade! The maneuver brings Paul down into the mat hard. This side of the Atlantic, and against this member of the roster in particular, the Demon Prince hears some rare cheers coming from the crowd in his favour. The change in tune doesn't do much to distract or impress Finn, though. He stays zeroed in on the task at hand - beating some respect in the loud-mouth young boy.

With Logan laid out on the canvas, Balor sets his sites on higher ground, aiming to teach a lesson by beating Paul quick, clean and definitively. The Maverick is in prime position for a pin attempt, but Finn doesn't even try, instead getting up and heading for the turnbuckle.


Ranallo: Finn Balor coming hot out of the gate tonight! This one could be over early!

Graves I think he might have started coming at Logan Paul before the opening bell even rang - its not the first time we've seen the former Champ fight dirty, and I can't say I blame him, because that's what its gonna take to put down the Ultimate Influencer.

Phillips: There's a lot I don't like about the way Finn Balor carries himself but it will learn him a lot of good will in my books if he can shut up this Logan Paul character. If you look up a picture of "obnoxious" in the dictionary -

Graves: You don't look up pictures in the dictionary, you stupid dork.


Balor stands tall atop the post and points some finger guns at his landing pad. The promise of some high-flying offense executed on the viral sensation pops the sold-out London crowd. With that, Finn leaps into the air, fixing to smash his foe with the Coup de Grace.

And surely, that would be that. Thing is, Logan rolls out of the way, avoiding the stomp that would undoubtedly turn his organs in pudding. He goes under the bottom rope to escape to the floor.

Finn rolls through while the fans light the place up with some hardcore booing. They aren't too pleased about getting robbed of the big finish. Balor isn't either. The Referee is begging the former TV Champ to stay in the ring but Finn ignores him and pursues his opponent to the outside.


Ranallo: Heads up, gentlemen. The action is heading our way!

Graves: Don't worry, Phillips. If anything bad happens to you and you need to take some time away, we can always bring in Vic Joseph or Josh Matthews or maybe just a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

Phillips: That's my favourite kind...


Logan is still nursing his dropkicked chest as he takes a powder. Finn catches up with him in no time, and speaking of time, the Official had started a ten count!



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Finn gets hands on Paul's shoulders and whips him around. Logan might have been playing up how bad he was hurt, though, cause when he whips around, he clips the Irishman's jaw with a Rolling Elbow!



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Balor stumbles away. Logan reaches out and seizes a wrist, attempting to whip the dude into the barricade. Finn plants his feet, counters the momentum, and wheels Paul around to hit a short-arm lariat while maintaining that wrist control. A little trick he picked up from a rival back when he worked in Japan.



4...



If not for landing against the apron, Paul would be down and out. His arms catch him on the railing, although that just leaves him wide open for a knife-edge chop across the already-damaged chest of the Ultimate Influencer. The fans wince at the sickening sound of palm against flesh.



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You don't get yourself a nickname like "The Demon Prince" by playing nice. Finn follows up with another chop, and third after that. The blood vessels are popping now. Its friggin gnarly, brother.



6...



Graves: Logan hasn't really had a chance to breathe yet. The pressure of Finn Balor is something else.

Ranallo: Well, in the lead-up to this bout, Finn admitted he's been feeling directionless since losing his Television Championship at Final Battle. Over the past two years, more often than not, Balor has been holding gold in some form or fashion. The man might be feeling extra motivated to get himself back in contention as the days and weeks between reigns start to add up.

Phillips: Meanwhile Logan Paul has been spending his time bickering with Jamie Hayter and Rhea Ripley about energy drinks. Talk about a lack of focus.

Graves: A lack of focus? The guy is half your age and already runs a business empire. He accomplishes more in any given hour of the day then you have in your whole entire life, Phillips, and that's saying something since you somehow have the pleasure of working alongside the Greatest Commentator of our Generation.

Ranallo: Appreciate the compliment, Corey.

Graves: That's not what I - screw it. Nevermind.



7...



Finn caps off his onslaught of chops with a European Uppercut for good measure. He looks to take the action back inside the ring again, but as he drags Paul in that direction, Logan yanks him back and slams him neck-first into the barricade he was just leaning against.



8...



Paul dives back under the bottom rope, happy to win this one by count-out if he has to. Finn is seeing stars after smashing the back of his head into the barrier. The fans are getting antsy as the ten count approaches. Logan is screaming at the Referee to count faster.



9...



With the whole dang arena screaming "NINE" alongside the Ref, Balor feels a jolt of urgency surge through his veins. He fights through the pain and dizziness, gets to his feet, and stumble to the apron, just managing to roll under the ropes in time to beat the count.

Unfortunately for him, that leads him directly into the clutches of Logan Paul, who rolls him up for the pin!



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Paul's legs shoot out to hook on to the rope for some extra leverage. Shameless, but effective.



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The screaming crowd in the O2 alerts the Official to the shenanigans and they pull up to clock the foul. Paul pulls his feet off but its too late - the pin attempt is cancelled.


Phillips: Great work by the Referee there.

Graves: These fans are a bunch of snitches.


The Ref is chewing out Paul about the cheating. He ignores the admonishment as he pulls Balor up to a vertical base, looking to capitalize now that he's finally got Finn dinged up a bit. As the Man with 23.5 Million Subscribers hoists his opponent up for a suplex, however, Balor counters with a knee shot to the top of the head, and after that, wiggles free.

Once he lands on his feet, Finn 180's and beams The Maverick with a Pele Kick. It isn't enough to knock Paul down - he is out on his feet, however. Finn kips up of kips up or whatever the heck then bolts for the ropes, gathering some serious momentum. Logan ducks down to avoid taking a second Sling Blade. That leaves him wide open for a Float-Over DDT!

Finn implants Logan's dome into the canvas then rolls him over to shoot the half...



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2...



Paul kicks out at two!


Ranallo: Ooof! That was close!

Graves: Flawless execution by Balor but it's gonna take more than that to keep Logan Paul down.


Once again, Finn looks to take things up a level. He gets up and makes his way towards the turnbuckle. As he's scaling the ropes, Logan gets to his feet, then runs after his foe. The Ultimate Influencer flings his body into the cables just as Balor is starting to balance himself on the top set - the result is that Finn trips up, falls, and lands junk-first on the ropes.

"Oooooh" says the crowd cause that's gotta hurt! The Ref isn't happy about it the dirty tactic - it isn't against the rules, though. Paul yanks the compromised Irishman off the ropes and flings him towards the middle of the ring. He then steps out to the apron and waits for Finn to get back to his feet.

The second he does, Logan flings himself over the ropes to blast Balor with a Slingshot Lariat! It turns Finn inside out and he lands in a unceremonious heap on the canvas. Paul sprawls to cover him...



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DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
LOGAN PAUL


The English fans boo their faces off while Logan stands tall to have his hand raised.


Graves: Finn Balor meant business tonight but there's just no stopping The Maverick! First youtube, then energy drinks - mark my words, professional wrestling will be the next thing Logan Paul absolutely conquers.

Ranallo: The Demon Prince nearly had him there, but I think he might have underestimated how scrappy Logan Paul is.

Phillips: My question is how does this guy have such a big following when everyone hates him so much?


The fans sure are letting Paul have it but he's just happy that they're loud. He cracks himself a bottle of Prime and downs it like he's Stone Cold Steve Austin as he heads up the ramp. Balor, meanwhile, is now sitting up in the ring, head hung in disappointment as Revolution rolls on!




The feed cuts backstage, as Shinsuke is looking down at the crown in his hand, he puts it on his lap and looks at the camera as it zooms into his gaze as he begins to speak in his native tongue.



Shinsuke Nakamura: A lesson without pain is meaningless. That's because no one can gain without sacrificing something. I taught LA Knight a lesson, for people like Swerve I poke at the people he insulates himself with. He built his castle on a foundation, so I simply kick at the foundation and the whole castle fell. People like The Mighty Caleb, I let their own minds beat them. Showed them the threat of violence, but kept it from them so that they could run what my fog felt like in their minds endlessly...Until their focus was lost and I revealed it to them when they least expected it. But for LA Knight...I didn't go after Adonis, I didn't threaten and wait...I called him out and showed him first hand what the blinding heat of my poison fog felt like. Because for LA Knight, it was a lesson of not If, How, or Why...It's a matter of when.

Shinsuke smirks and chuckles, shaking his head and getting a wide smile as he turns his head to one side.

But Knight isn't the only one who learned something recently, Kyle O'Reilly also learned that his success can only be helped. His family helps him, his group of friends pull him forward, Kyle needs others and he needs others to need him. So I showed him how that help can cloud your brightest moments, how a big win over a world champion can become a dampened disappointment when not earned by yourself. He's looking for more people to join, when he doesn't realize he's becoming weaker and weaker trying to spread apart too far. It's funny.

Nakamura holds up the Prime Time Medal, letting it dangle as it's wrapped around his fingers.

When I first returned, I appeared as a shadow...a  ghost whose words you didn't understand fully, and people paid no mind to it. They went about their business and lives like nothing was different, and now...I sit here with every champion in the palm of my hand. LA Knight, so boisterous and loud...so egocentric and spotlight hungry. He's been exceptionally quiet since he felt me, tell me Knight...Could you feel the weight of my presence when you were in the middle of the ring, blind and helpless? Was it too much to bear? My overwhelming power over you…Perhaps it was too much for someone as egotistical as you to learn your true place in a world with a new king, it has shattered your world view and now all that is left is for me to pick up those pieces and shape that world into the championship I desire.

Shinsuke closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, savoring the thought before he stops completely and opens his eyes.

But if the Intercontinental Champion defeats the World Champion, perhaps it’s his title I should most look forward to. Kyle, you’ve already felt loss at my hands…And week after week I hear you mention that I didn’t even pin you. How…Embarrassing…hahaha…You lost not because I pinned your shoulders to the mat in a leverage…not because you submitted to intelligently keep yourself from injury. You lost, because you couldn’t fight anymore. Your mind didn’t know when to quit, your body couldn’t go further, Tell me Kyle…Every title defense, every challenge and victory you have since that day, Do you still think of me? Of how your Sisters eyes burned, of hearing her screams before you blacked out and woke up a defeated man? Does the weight of that loss linger in your mind so much, that it’s why you grow so angry whenever my name comes up?

Shinsuke leans back and has a hearty laugh to himself, before he leans forward.

Knight knows fear, and doesn’t know how to handle it. Kyle knows fear, and he’s lashing out because of it. Fear is an instinct…Trust yours my friends, because this future I hold in my hands. It will come to fruition like I’ve planned, and you will both be victims of it…Just as so many others will. People fear change, fear the unknown, fear the Monster under their bed. I'm not a big scary beast, I'm not horrific or psychotic. I am...Shinsuke Nakamura, and that is enough to weigh on the minds of champions. Weigh on the minds of this roster, praying they do not become part of my fun. Because for everything there is to fear, there is an answer to put that fear to rest. Except since I've returned, no one has had an answer for me...Knock Knock...I am knocking on the door, and still no one answers....Because they know what they won't admit. Fear one thing, in all that is…Fear King Shinsuke Nakamura.

Nakamura bows his head and the feed cuts back to revolution.






Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Television Champion, Sami Zayn.

The camera opens up to show Zayn looking not too pleased.

Renee Young: Now Sami after his win earlier tonight, I've heard that EC3 has made it official, you will take on Tony D'Angelo for your Television Championship at Summerslam. Any thoughts?



Sami Dos Oros: Thoughts? Oh I got a lot of them. I managed to be at ringside for his little match earlier tonight and let me tell you, not impressed. I've beaten Eddie countless times but I'm a good man. I don't pretend to be some honorable man and then turn around and end a man's career.

Renee Young: Didn't you end Tommaso Ciampa's career?

Sami Dos Oros:  He's still around isn't he?

Renee Young: What about Tyler Breeze?

Sami Dos Oros: I can't help it if every loser wants to put their career on the line against me. My point is, Eddie was given an ultimatum. For the sake of his wife and Benjamin Button daughter, I would have let him pin me. What's one match to a guy like me? You think losing to Seth Rollins last week meant anything? Who's going to be written in the history books more, Seth Rollins or the Forever Champion?

Renee Young: So you don't want to face Tony because he didn't let someone win a match?

Sami Dos Oros: I don't want to face any kind of dishonorable man. He literally calls himself a Don. That's like a crime boss. All they think about is thier bottom dollar. He wants this championship because he wants to make more money. I want it because I want to change the world. To stop people like him from coming in and making a mockery of this business. I'm not the bad guy here, he is!

Renee Young: Right well that's all the time we have for tonight and-

Sami Dos Oros: No, no! Kyle got more time and I have a few more things to say.

Zayn grabs the mic from Renee and looks directly into the camera.

Sami Dos Oros: You know they say this company will b better off when EC3 is de-

The camera cuts out and we head elsewhere.






Live from inside of a temporary studio setup are a load of screens and a main desk, with UWF Livewire host Dok Hendrix standing by, preparing to get things underway.



Dok Hendrix: It’s well and truly sizzling season, and our sights are only set on one thing… Summerslam! Hello everybody and welcome to this special, and quite possibly only, edition of UWF Livewire. I’m Dok Hendrix and joining me on the show today to field some of your calls and questions is none other than longest reigning UWF Champion in Revolution history, the Claymore King himself, Drew McIntyre! Drew, welcome to the show.

Drew McIntyre can be seen walking into frame before stopping at the desk and shaking hands with Hendrix.



Drew McIntyre: Thanks for having me.

Dok Hendrix: I will say it was surprise news that you were going to be joining us here today, but it’s certainly a welcome surprise.

Drew McIntyre: Well dare I say at this point it’s probably wiser that I commit my time to doing something low-key like this instead of giving into temptation and storming round the building trying to restart the all-out melee from last week.

Dok Hendrix: Here’s hoping that things will remain civil and all above board for the time being… let’s get the lines open and see what’s on the mind of the world right about now. Line one, hello caller, you’re through to Livewire with the Scottish Warlord, Drew McIntyre, what’s your question?..

Hendrix and McIntyre turn to face the main camera so that they can directly address the callers with questions.

Caller One: Hey Dok, hey Drew, my question is why does the UWF keep holding it’s shows in dumb parts of the world like England, Italy and the West Coast? I’m getting kinda sick of having to tune in earlier or later each week in order to get my fix of skull crushing.

Drew McIntyre: Well, pal, if you possessed a working brain cell or two then you’d know that the question you’ve just asked is better suited for a guy like EC3 than either Dok or myself, but what I will say is that the reason why you’re being inconvenienced by show times is because you’re underestimating just how big the company is. Five years ago this very city hosted Wrestlemania, just last month Final Battle emanated from arguably the most historic arena in the world. The fact that we’re not airing every show from New York or Tennessee is proof that the UWF is on a mission to conquer the globe, and as far as someone spearheading that mission goes, then look no further than yours truly!

Dok Hendrix: Caller two, you’re through to Livewire, question please…

Caller Two: Hello, I wanna know who Drew thinks is the biggest threat to him in the Money in the Bank match?

Drew McIntyre: That’s a bit more like it… I think all of the guys involved have proven at one point or another that they’ve got the means to get one over on me on their best day, but come Summerslam the only person involved in that contest who’s gonna be having a good time of it is Drew McIntyre, regardless of what the five other fools might want you to believe.

Dok Hendrix: Next caller, you’re up…

Caller Three: Howdy Drew, howdy Dok, how does it feel being back in the same building that you dismantled Roman Reigns in last year?

Drew McIntyre: Ha!.. I will say that it’s a little disappointing not being on the card tonight as I know that the London lot were initially revelling in the prospect of me tearing the house down again, but I’ll settle for taking in the occasion as a spectator on this occasion and see whether anyone else out there has the means of measuring up to the show that Roman and I put on last December, although I admittedly won’t be getting my hopes up!

Dok Hendrix: Thank you for the call, next caller, you got a question for Drew McIntyre?

Caller Four: Uhh… uhhmm… errrr… I ahh…

McIntyre isn’t entertaining the uncertain stutterer.

Drew McIntyre: Nope!

Dok Hendrix: Sorry, we don’t have room for timewasters, if you’re gonna be on the show then you’ve gotta be on the ball, let’s try out next caller…

Caller Five: Hi Drew, obviously we’ve seen you come back to the UWF with a somewhat different attitude and approach to the one you had before. I was just wondering if there was a likelihood of you issuing an apology to Danhausen after what you did to him last year?

McIntyre lets out a slight chuckle under his breath.

Drew McIntyre: There’s more chance of you and I competing in the main event of next year’s Wrestlemania in a barbed wire exploding steel cage UWF title on a pole death match than that ever happening! Next caller…

Caller Six: Hey Drew, if you could go back and change anything about your last UWF Championship reign, apart from it ending, what would it be?

Drew McIntyre: That’s easy, I’d have removed Stokely Hathaway’s presence and involvement completely and just had a run where it was me and my own business. Looking back I wouldn’t say he contributed all that much to my time at the top, but if I had the power to remove him from all the footage and pictures where he’s clearly trying to steal the spotlight then I’d do so in a flash.

Dok Hendrix: You really don’t like that guy do you?

Drew McIntyre: Between him and the oaf that the last caller mentioned, they will always be the last ones to receive an invitation to the next McIntyre dinner party.

Dok Hendrix: Fair enough, next caller please…

Caller Seven: Hey guys, I wanted to get Drew’s opinion on who he thinks is gonna win between LA Knight and Shinsuke Nakamura?

Drew McIntyre: Well obviously I know one a lot better than the other, so the easy answer would be to say that LA Knight prevails, but he’s facing a very different and unique threat when compared to myself or Ciampa. So in some ways it’s a case of head saying one thing but heart saying something different, because there’s arguably no greater force out there than that of Nakamura’s, based on how he’s competed so far and what he’s accomplished. Whoever does prevail though is going to have to keep one eye open at the back of their head, because I’ll be watching them very, very closely…

Dok Hendrix: Nice answer, another question, you're on Livewire...

Caller Eight: Hi Drew, would you rather fight ten Great Khali sized Rey Mysterio's? Or ten Rey Mysterio sized Great Khali's?

Drew McIntyre:......

The former UWF Champion's silence makes it crystal clear to the host that he's not impressed with the line of questioning as Hendrix signals with his hand for the caller to be cut.

Dok Hendrix: We’ve got time for one more caller, go ahead…

Caller Nine: Hey Dok, I’d like to know if there’s anyone on the current roster that Drew would consider teaming with on a regular basis?

Drew McIntyre: I think it was Mr Incredible that said it best… I work alone!

Dok Hendrix: And on that note that’s all the caller time we have for. Thank you for your time here Drew, as I understand it you’re gonna be sticking around for a little bit to answer some of the email questions that have been coming in, but for now it’s time to head back to the action in the ring!

As the camera zooms out, McIntyre can be seen walking off set completely, indicating that he’s done with his time and clearly has no interest in responding to emails as was just advised, which leaves Hendrix in a bit of a perplexed state as the feed transitions to another part of the building.




Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...





"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.





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.

Tom Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, before this contest gets underway, I've been told we are being joined on commentary by none other than the UWF's resident "Villain," William Regal, who is doubtless here to play mind games on Leyton Buzzard.

Corey Graves: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what happened to your journalistic objectivity, Phillips? I, for one, welcome the hefty dose of culture that Mr. Regal will bring to the desk.

William Regal: Thank you, Mr. Graves, and I have always appreciated your insightful and unbiased calls.

-VS-

DING DING!

The starting bell rings, and the two men begin to walk in semi-circles opposite one another as they size each other up. Kyle then closes in for a collar-and-elbow, but Buzzard slips under the grapple and lands a quick kidney shot on his way through, smirking at his opponent as the Diabetic Dragon turns to face him once more. They circle each other again, and then Kyle attempts the grapple again, but once more Buzzard slips under, managing a quick toe kick on an undefended calf before Kyle can turn about this time. O'Reilly looks unimpressed, and looks to be going for a third grapple, but as Buzzard tries to slip under he catches a STIFF knee for his efforts that drives him back several paces. Kyle follows this up into a flurry of strikes, from a low toe kick to a quick discus backhand to several palm strikes to the chest before O'Reilly puts on some theatrics and delivers a 12 Large Elbow right to his opponent's gourd! Buzzard falls to the canvas and rolls quickly out to the apron, intent on using the ropes to force separation and pull back up to his vertical base.

Mauro Ranallo: Leyton is very wisely using the ropes to get some distance from the Diabetic Dragon, denying him the ability to build momentum off that powerful bionic elbow.

Regal: I balk at calling anything Mr. Buzzard does, "wise," Mr. Ranallo. Even rats have a very base survival instinct.

Buzzard is back on his feet, which means Kyle comes charging right at him, looking to send him off the apron with a running forearm smash. But Buzzard has it scouted and ducks to launch himself in a shoulder thrust between the ropes, winding the oncoming Intercontinental Champion. Leyton then leaps up onto the ropes, springboarding off of them into a quick cross body to bring KOR down and staying on top for a cover.

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...NO! O'Reilly kicks out just after the one!

Kyle is quick to sit up, but this only presents an opportunity for his opponent as Buzzard locks in a quick chinlock, facing the commentary desk and eyeing Regal intently as he does. Buzzard torques the hold several times, shouting something to Regal, but the crowd noise makes it difficult to hear exactly what he's saying. Still, Regal seems amused.

Regal: Oh, yes, you are quite the professional when it comes to wrestling holds, aren't you? Bravo. Bravo!

Phillips: If I didn't know better, I'd say he's trying to send a message to yourself and your son, William.

Graves: Whoa, whoa! It's Mr. Regal to you, Tom.

Kyle has battled his way up to one knee, so Leyton has transitioned to a side headlock now, trying to wear down his opponent while simultaneously making a statement to the man on the desk. But the split objectives do him no favors, as O'Reilly seizes the opportunity to cinch a grip around his opponent's waist while Leyton is distracting himself, then lifts him up and drops him in a quick belly-to-back suplex. This time, the Intercontinental Champion does not allow a moment of separation, lunging on top of Buzzard and delivering some devastating ground-and-pound forearm smashes before Leyton even knows what's hitting him. Kyle pummels his foe with six or seven open-palmed strikes from the full mount before the official urges separation and he rises — but not before throwing one more decisive stomp to the gut in.

Ranallo: Well, he showed wisdom earlier in the match, but if Leyton doesn't focus on his actual opponent here tonight he's going to continue to be punished for it.

Regal: That's a tall order for a man of such limited intelligence, Mr. Ranallo. His mind is only capable of focusing on one thing at a time, and apparently, Mr. Buzzard has chosen me as his object of concentration, instead of the man he's being paid to fight.

While Buzzard clutches at his stomach, O'Reilly runs the ropes, coming back with a running knee drop. Leyton's survival instinct kicks in, however, and he rolls out of the way of impact, causing O'Reilly to crash and burn a bit as he grips at his knee. Buzzard is quick to capitalize as he scrambles into position to trap the leg in a simple leglock, again looking to Regal as he works the hold with the smuggest little expression on his face — almost like he's begging for the son to make an appearance.

Phillips: Leyton is showing that he's every bit as worthy of hanging with his fellow veterans in this business here tonight as he again traps Kyle O'Reilly in a hold.

Graves: He's got a lot of improvements to make before he can hang with the vets, Tom. You'll see.

Indeed, Leyton is so distracted with working the hold for Regal that he fails to notice that Kyle is cleverly turning things about, and before he knows it, El' Capitan has been reversed into an ankle lock! Buzzard starts to cry out as Regal watches on with a smirk while Kyle, merciless as always, goes for maximum torque. O'Reilly is really twisting the ankle in an ugly sort of way as Leyton grabs a fistful of his own hair before he starts clawing at the air for the nearest set of ropes. Buzzard manages to get up on his hands and start crawling, but before he can reach the ropes, KOR drags him back toward the middle of the ring! Still, the motion gives Buzzard some slight relief and he manages to roll through, sending Kyle into the ropes instead. As O'Reilly rebounds, Leyton spins into a quick sweep of the leg, sending O'Reilly to the canvas. Buzzard then rolls out of the ring to get some space and try to smack some feeling back into his ankle.

Unfortunately, the Intercontinental Champion's not about to let that happen. He's back to his feet quickly, and he charges the ropes, launching himself between them like a homing missile and bringing Buzzard to the floor!

Ranallo: Tope suicida!!!

Regal: If only we could all muster up as much excitement for this great sport as you, Mr. Ranallo.

O'Reilly wastes no time on capitalizing. As Buzzard tries to scramble, the IC Champ grabs him around the waist, cinching in the hold and then deadlifting him up and over with a vicious German suplex! The fans pop for the nasty move as Buzzard braces the back of his neck and cries out in pain, while KOR finds his feet and gives his neck a little crack, as if to say that it's time to really get to work. Buzzard's grip on the back of his neck acts as a bit of a target, and Kyle delivers some stiff soccer kicks to the region, not even minding that the first few connect with the back of Buzzard's hand instead of his neck. Leyton rolls away looking for some space, but comes up against only the cold steel of the barricade, so he gets to hands and knees and tries to deflect the incoming assault with one hand while groping for the top of the barricade blindly with the other. Kyle's kicks continue, but several are swiped away before the Diabetic Dragon opts for a different target and backs up to the ring apron, then darts forward into a straight up punt kick to the ribs! The blow has enough impact that it actually gets some lift on his opponent, and Leyton is slammed against the barricade with the force of the kick as well. O'Reilly then backs up into the ring and rolls back out to reset the ref's count, which had hit six.

Graves: And now we're seeing the true consequences of Leyton's lack of focus. Kyle O'Reilly is our Intercontinental Champion — if nothing else, he has at least earned the right to be taken as a serious threat.

Regal: Indeed, and the same cannot be said of Mr. Buzzard, who hasn't won a single meaningful accolade in his many years of on-again, off-again competing in this company.

O'Reilly's ground-and-pound game soon finds itself on full display as he just delivers a withering flurry of blows on the Bristol-Born Bastard. KOR stays on him until the five count before moving to stand, bringing Buzzard with him by the hair and rolling him back into the ring. O'Reilly then climbs up onto the apron and re-enters, himself, finding Buzzard has recovered up to his knees. O'Reilly shouts across the ring to Leyton that he maybe should've taken Bayley's advice and set the bar a little lower before charging him for the Harpoon Torpedo, but in the last moment, Buzzard drops to one side to avoid the incoming running knee and then rolls up to his feet, running for the opposite corner. O'Reilly finds his feet and turns just in time to see Buzzard leave his feet and connect to the chest with a shotgun dropkick! KOR is sent reeling into the turnbuckles as Buzzard kips up, and when he rebounds, it's into a quick clutch as Buzzard sets up the End of Man!

Phillips: This is it!

Graves: No way!

Regal: Not so quick, gentlemen—

Indeed. William, being the hardened ring veteran that he is, picks up on something the others do not as Buzzard actually pivots himself and his foe to jaw off at his rival's father — a moment of delay that costs him dearly as Kyle delivers an elbow to the side of the head, then another, then a third, and a fourth, dazing Leyton before rolling him through into an inside cradle!

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, the UWF Intercontinental Champion:
KYLE O'REILLY!

Regal: Well, gentlemen, it's been a pleasure, but my business here this evening is concluded.

Graves: It was a pleasure to have you, Mr. Regal, and to witness a born loser being put back in his place by our Intercontinental Champion!

Phillips: What happened to journalistic integrity, Corey?

Graves: I mean, consider his win-loss record and tell me when I'm telling lies.

Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard put in a strong showing here tonight, but split focus cost him as Kyle O'Reilly pulled away in the last moment with a roll-up victory. Hopefully, El Capitan has learned a valuable lesson here.

As Regal rounds the desk to head out, Buzzard leans on the ropes glaring daggers at him, as though blaming him for the loss. Regal chuckles and walks right up to Leyton, the cameras getting in close enough to hear him say, "You may be a New Class of Wrestler, my boy, but you will always be the Same Class of Jobber." Regal then taps his forehead and starts to head out, but not before Kyle grabs Buzzard by the wrist and hauls him to his feet, then raises his hand up, the pair of them staring at the "Villain" as Regal's expression shifts to one of slight surprise as he heads to the back. Kyle shows off Buzzard to his countrymen who give him a round of applause. Buzzard leaves the ring and walks backstage with frustration in his eyes. Byron Saxton approaches him, microphone in hand.

Byron Saxton: "Buzzard I want to talk about what just happened out there... You were moments away from beating the Intercontinental Champion..."



Leyton Buzzard:
"Thanks Byron, You know the old Leyton would have blamed Regal for being ringside. I have come up short yet again. I know I said I wouldn't let my ego get in my way, but you saw what happened out there. I let my mind slip. I let the Regals of this world win. I wanted to make sure he got the message loud and clear that the End Of Man is coming, but foolhardily, I let it slip right from my fingertips. I should have gotten the job done, but I didn't. Kyle has nothing but my respect after this match, even if the loss stings all the more. All I can do is look forward..."

Saxton nods, leaning in to ask the next question...

Byron Saxton: "Talking about moving forward, how do you plan to deal with the Villain and his prodigy?"

Buzzard pauses, gathering his thoughts before answering with conviction.

"It's two on one, not that I am not used to the odds being stacked against me. I would love to write off Regal's experience, but I can't. It's a very valuable asset that people like me aren't afforded. Charlie has been groomed to do this. But I stand by my original comment: if pedigree was all it took to make it to the top of the mountain in this company, you'd have guys like Orton and his goons running around with all the gold. But heart is more important. Proof being the man I nearly beat tonight, Kyle O'Reilly. I learned firsthand that what I had going into tonight wasn't enough. How about next week, or the week after? In the past, I've struggled to pick up my boots and dust 'em off, but this here tonight is just fuel in the fire. The fire that keeps me getting up. So hear me out, I will earn another chance to be in the ring against Kyle O'Reilly, and I will be coming for that Intercontinental Championship around his shoulder. Maybe not right this instant, but once I've dealt with Dempsey. I will need to refocus..."

Buzzard’s eyes narrow, his intensity burning through as he steps closer to the interviewer.

"And Dempsey, I want a one on one match with you, I want you in a submission match. I want to make it clear for you, so you understand that this isn't just wont be another match for me. This isn't about proving a point to your father, and it isn't about settling a score. This is about me reclaiming what I've fought for, inch by bloody inch. You might have the lineage, the training, the backing of one of the most cunning minds in wrestling history, but what you don't have is my heart. You don't have my fire. You haven't been through what I have."

Buzzard’s voice lowers...

"Every loss, every setback, every moment of doubt has only made me hungrier, more determined. You think you can just waltz in and take my place? You think you can step on my dreams to build your legacy? You’re in for the fight of your life, Charlie. Because when we step into that ring, it won't just be about technical prowess or Regal’s guidance. It will be about who wants it more. And trust me, nobody wants it more than me."

Buzzard turns and walks off, leaving the interviewer microphone in hand and an almost impressed expression...




As we cut back to the ring...

L..A....Knight!




The music of the UWF Champion radiates throughout the arena. Soon enough, LA KNight bursts through the curtain to a pop from the live audience. The Champion is all business tonight. The right hand an, Christopher Adonis is by his side. Knight marches down the ramp before hopping onto the apron and entering the ring. He immediately motions for the music to be cut. 



LA Knight

Shinsuke Nakamura....Let Me Talk to 'Ya!

For weeks, 'ya been out here trying to make L...A....Knight's life a living hell. And 'ya know what, the Champ gets it. 'Ya the King of The Ring. The Undisputed, undefeated future of UWF. But one problem with all of that Shinsuke, is that we don't live in the future. We live in the present. And in the present, the absolute Undisputed face of this brand is the Million Dollar Champion. The present is the man that has walked through fire this entire year and has come out unscathed. The present is the man that has the unmatched kavorka to light a thousand suns. His name rings from mountain tops in this business with EVERYBODY! saying....

Knight doesn't even say his name. He just spells it out as the fans chant "L...A....Knight! YEAH!"

But congratulations. Two weeks ago, 'ya got the best over the Champ. 'Ya spit 'ya little mist. Caught L...A....Knight off guard. Hell, 'ya even left L...A....Knight susceptible to that idiot WARHORSE and his stupid briefcase. But that's where 'ya made 'ya mistake Shinsuke. 'Ya should've let that big roided up DUMMY cash in. Cause if 'ya did, it would have all but guaranteed that 'ya walked out of Summerslam as the UWF Champion. But instead, 'ya let L...A....Knight live another day. And now, all that's guaranteed is the ass whooping in store for 'ya at the biggest party of the summer. 

'Ya want to talk about fear Shinsuke. Let's make one thing crystal clear. L...A.....Knight doesn't fear anything. L...A....Knight went to Hell and back to keep this Championship so there's not a damn thing that 'ya can do to strike fear in his heart. But 'ya the one that should be afraid. Cause now, L...A....Knight isn't just looking to defend his Championship. Cause ya wanted to use L...A...Knight to prove a point and to quote a basketball legend, "I took that personally." So come Summerslam, L....A....Knight is taking 'ya undefeated streak. L...A....Knight is taking 'ya crown. And L....A.....Knight is taking away any chance that 'ya ever thought 'ya had of being UWF World Champion. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life! YEAH!

And with that, an enraged Knight tosses the mic as his music plays again. Revoltion goes off the air with Knight looking into the hard camera and telling his Summerslam opponent, "You've woken up something that 'ya can't kill"




END OF SHOW


Credits

Buzzard vs O'Relly - Crann
Paul vs Balor - Fauche
Hayter vs Rollins, Guerrero vs D'Angelo - Danny

[Dres]

Another solid edition as we continue towards Summerslam. The card has fleshed out further and I’m digging it. Looking forward to trash talking again so definitely looking forward to the next card.

[Tapout]

Some absolutely unhinged promos this week. I love the creativity here right now. The call in promo with Drew is a great idea. Also a wild promo with Hogan and friends. Stuff like that is why I love e feds. In the same night we saw an insane promo with KoR, Bischoff, Rude, Bayley and Hogan, but also a super serious set of promos for potential feud of the year between LA Knight and Shinsuke. 

I'm also really digging Charlie Dempsey right now. I feel like newer characters like Dempsey and Tony D'Angelo have added a lot to the roster. 

[Jimmy Uso]

Eve baby stop interfering into my life and the next time I need you I'll call for you whenever I need you and if Logan Paul wants to know who is Mystery partner will be is Latino Heat will be his Mystery partner for next week's Revolution