Revolution 8/5/24

[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: Tonight, Shinsuke Nakamura looks to gain his thrid win to cash in his Prime Time Medal. We could very well se him be a double champion in the future.

Corey Graves: That's not a prediction, it's a spoiler. He's already proved he can beat that talentless hack Kyle O'Reilly.

Mauro Ranallo: Speaking of the Intercontinental Champion, he goes one on one with Charlie Dempsey, the other half of the Submission match at Summerslam.

Tom Phillips: Plus Seth Rollins looks to continue his winning streak and MITB participants collide when Drew McIntyre takes on Rick Rude.

Mauro Ranallo: But first lets head down to the ring for the first match of the night.






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.


The arena darkens as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

AYYYYY YOOOO!!!!



Tony Chimel: On their way to the ring, representing Prime Hydration, Ryan Gosling and Pat - trick Mahomes... The Prime Time Superstars

Mahomes is first out on the entrance ramp he is feeling himself as he runs to the right and two the left, As he gets back to the center of the entrance he looks back as The Ryan Gosling walks out onto the ramp two bottles of prime in hand. He hands one to Mahomes before the two cheers and crack open a Prime Hydration, They both skull the drinks before throwing the bottles directly at the fans they dislike the most.

They move up the ramp and roll into the ring ready to face The Daughters of Darkness...


VS


DING DING DING

Rhea is legal for the Daughters of Darkness, The other side of the ring though both are trying their best to not be first in. Gosling begins to give a little game plan to Mahomes before deciding that he shall be the first one in. Mahomes goes to the apron, Gosling turns to Rhea who looks ready to rip someones head off. Ryan is quick to move, He goes for a lariat of sorts but Rhea deflects it with a boot before following up with a spinning heel kick that blast Goslings chiseled jaw sending him crashing to the canvas. Rhea is quick to follow up with boots to the chest and arms of Gosling, Rhea is unrelenting as Mahomes is on the apron forced to look on. Rhea lifts Gosling up before powering him onto her shoulders, She quickly plants Ryan into the canvas with a powerbomb, She pins Goslings shoulders to the canvas as she still has Goslings legs around her head up in the air...

One...

Two...

Mahomes drops from the apron as the referee begins their count, He moves Ryan's foot onto the ropes. He calls for the referees attention to the rope break, The referee has to tell Rhea to step back, The referee recoils as Rhea looks ready to even pounce on him for getting in her way. Rhea powers up to her feet grabbing the legs of Gosling and hoisting him back up before planting him with another powerbomb center of the ring releasing the star. Gosling hits the canvas like a sack of bricks, He is almost regretting his decision to fight the Daughters of Darkness, As Rhea has decided to take the match as a opportunity for her to unleash her pent up frustrations...

Tom Phillips: "Rhea Ripley is absolutely demolishing Ryan Gosling in there! She's unleashed, and Gosling is paying the price!"

Corey Graves: "This is exactly what the Daughters of Darkness bring to the table, Phillips! They're relentless, and Gosling is finding that out the hard way!"

Gosling is being stalked as Rhea comes down on him, She gets him and hoist him up onto her shoulder in what looks to be a powerslam, Though she moves over to friendly territory. Hayter tags herself in as she runs to the ropes she brings up a boot. She connects on point, Gosling would fly cross ring if he wasn't in Rheas grasp. Rhea follows up with a powerslam. Hayter goes for the pinfall as Rhea resets to the apron but in the chaos Mahomes is trying to enter the ring as an illegal. The referee has their eyes on Mahomes as the crowd count along...

One...

Two....

Three...

Four...
 
Five...

Tom Phillips: "The referee finally in position, and here's the count!"

The referee finally gets Mahomes under control,  He moves over to position to actually count the pinfall...

One...

Two...

Gosling kicks out at 7! The match is still going however, Jamie ask Rhea what was going on, Rhea explains as Hayter has no other option but to shake her head. Mahomes has snuck around the ringside, He yanks Rhea off the apron.  Ripley lands on her feet but before she can react Mahomes sends Rhea face first into the steel post. Hayter reaches through the ropes grabbing Mahomes by his hair. He steps back but Hayter has a tight grip. Gosling has stumbled back to his feet where he hits Hayter with a leg drop onto the middle rope...

Gosling is slow to stand as Jamie is gasping for air. Mahomes pulls down on Hayters head adding insult to injury trying to use the ring to their advantage. The referee points to Mahomes corner forcing him back into position to tag or face disqualification. Mahomes acquiesce,  Gosling pulls  Hayter to the center of the ring before climbing to the top rope, Gosling flashes his signature smile before paying homage to Logan Paul, He flys through the air before connecting with a frog splash. Ryan rolls off Hayter before  moving to his corner to tag in Patrick Mahomes the other Prime Superstar...

Mahomes charges at Hayter and connects with a stiff shoulder tackle that sends Hayter crashing hard into the canvas. Mahomes drags Hayter to friendly territory as he begins off loading kicks and stomps into Hayter into the corner.  Mahomes tags Gosling back in who runs to the opposite corner before running back and hitting Hayter with a bronco buster. The crowd are pissed.

The crowd's displeasure grows louder as Gosling begins to taunt them from the corner. He pulls Hayter to her feet and whips her into the opposite corner, following up with a running dropkick that sends her crashing down again. Gosling tags Mahomes back in, Ryan lifts Hayter up as Mahomes hits her with a running knee to the stomach...

Tom Phillips: "Mahomes and Gosling are working like a well-oiled machine here, keeping Hayter isolated."

Corey Graves: "They know they have to keep Rhea Ripley out of this match if they want any chance of winning."

Mahomes with some assistance from Gosling lifts Hayter up and over, Sending Hayter crashing hard into the canvas with a suplex. He covers her, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Hayter kicks out at two, but she looks worse for wear. Mahomes yells at the referee, frustrated by the near-fall. He lifts Hayter and drags her to his corner, tagging in Gosling again. Mahomes holds Hayter's arms back as Gosling delivers a series of punches to her midsection...

Gosling then whips Hayter into the ropes, but she ducks under his clothesline attempt and rebounds with a desperate dropkick that catches Gosling off guard. Both wrestlers are down, and the crowd starts to rally behind Hayter, urging her to make the tag to Ripley.

Tom Phillips: "This is the opening Hayter needs! She has to tag in Rhea Ripley!"

Corey Graves: "But look at Gosling, he's already crawling towards his corner!"

Gosling tags in Mahomes just as Hayter leaps and makes the hot tag to Ripley. The crowd erupts as Ripley storms into the ring, leveling Mahomes with a clothesline. Gosling rushes at her, but she catches him with a back body drop, sending him crashing to the mat.

Tom Phillips: "Rhea Ripley is a house of fire! She's taking out both Mahomes and Gosling!"

Ripley grabs Mahomes and lifts him high into the air, slamming him down with a thunderous vertical suplex. She goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Gosling breaks up the pin with a double axe handle to Ripley's back. Hayter, now recovered, charges in and tackles Gosling, sending both of them rolling out of the ring.

Corey Graves: "It's chaos in the ring! Hayter and Gosling are brawling on the outside!"

Ripley focuses back on Mahomes, who is struggling to get to his feet. She positions herself behind him, stalking him like a predator. Ringside Hayter grabs the wrist of Gosling, She turns him 180 as she connects with a Hayterade. While in ring at the exact same moment Mahomes turns around, Ripley grabs him and sets him up for the Riptide. She hoists him up and slams him down with authority, covering him for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three!

DING DING DING



Tom Phillips: "Rhea Ripley with the Riptide! The Daughters of Darkness have done it!"

Corey Graves: "What a dominating performance by Rhea Ripley and Jamie Hayter. They showed why they are one of the most brutal teams this company has ever seen!"

Ripley helps Hayter back into the ring, and the two celebrate their victory as the crowd cheers. Gosling and Mahomes retreat up the ramp, licking their wounds. Ripley and Hayter stand tall in the ring, their arms raised in triumph.




The feed cuts to the backstage area with Renee Young, standing by.



Renee:  Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time…Eric Bischoff and “Ravishing”--

Renee is cut off by Rude snatching the microphone from her hand.



Rude:  My apologies, Renee.  But, I’ve just a few things to get off of my chest.  Drew, I believe that the two of us have made it blatantly obvious at the contempt that we hold towards each other.  I don’t like you, you don’t like me.  You walk around here with your head tilted so far into the sky, that I’m surprised you don’t scrape your forehead on the ceiling in some rooms backstage.  People call me arrogant, yet they don’t even think about calling you arrogant.  If I were to assign a word choice to what you are, it would be ignorantly smug.  You walk around here and act like your shit doesn’t stink and you look down your nose at every single person you come across.  What I wouldn’t give to be trapped inside of a steel cage with you to be able to beat some of that smugness out of you.  You see, the difference between you and I is that while I’m so arrogant, I can at least admit whenever someone is better than me.  It doesn’t happen that often, granted.  So far, in this run, there’s only been Kyle, Knight, and Caleb that have had that granted to them.  You know, LA Knight, the guy that not only defeated you for your championship, but kept you from reclaiming it?  But, I’m not going to just stand back here and tell you just how badly you’ve done this year.  We’re adults, and we will settle our differences like men, in the ring.  You may somehow slip out a win over me tonight, no matter how unlikely I see that happening, but tonight really doesn’t matter to me nearly as much as Summerslam.  Now, as for you saying that I need to practice what I preach…

Rude lowers his head for a moment to rub his fingers along his mustache before continuing.

Rude:  Sure, I’ve made some bold claims this year.  I claimed that my second reign with the title would be my longest and most impressive, I also claimed that I’d be King of the Ring.  Hell, I’ve claimed a lot of things for myself before I’ve even gotten down to it.  But, that’s just the thing, I’m not one of these other fools that lay that doubt before me.  I’ve got the confidence in myself, and rightfully so, that I can beat anyone and everyone on this friggin’ roster.  This time whenever we get into the ring, I’m not going to just take the easy win if it comes down to it.  I’m going to take my time with humbling you tonight, much like I’m going to do at Summerslam.  Except then, I’ll have four other men to humble at the same time.  

It’s about damn time that I start getting the respect that I deserve, the respect that I’ve earned in this company.  Whether that’s gotta start by knocking your seven-foot ass down a peg or two, or whether that’s showing Vinny that no matter how crazy he thinks that he is, he’s just another man in my path.

There is perhaps only one opponent in this match that truly has my respect, and that one man is Caleb.  He may be off of his rocker, but that boy can truly hold his own, which Is more than I can honestly say about my other opponents for Summerslam.

Rude pauses for a moment and looks directly into the camera.

Rude:  Drew, I’m not sure if there was an unfortunate accident backstage, or if you purposefully did it…but sometimes I think that you’ve got that big ass claymore shoved so far up your ass that it truly make you incapable of being a decent human being to anyone around you.  Don’t worry though, maybe tonight I’ll beat you so badly that it will slip out, then I can just use it to beat you senseless afterwards…Renee, if you’ll excuse us.

Rude hands the microphone back to Renee as he steps off camera.  Bischoff simply shrugs his shoulders and gives his signature grin as he walks off camera as well.  The action continues elsewhere.




The camera cuts to a backstage area where Leyton Buzzard is walking with purpose towards Guerilla for his match with The Messiah. Suddenly, a familiar face steps into his path—Sammy Guevara. The tension between the former friends is palpable.

Sammy Guevara:

"Leyton, wait up!"

Buzzard stops, turning to face Guevara, his expression hardening.

Leyton Buzzard:

"What do you want, Sammy?"

Guevara steps closer, a hint of genuine concern in his eyes.

"Look, I know we've had our differences, but I heard about your match with Dempsey and the contract signing next week. I just wanted to offer to be in your corner, you know, to watch your back."

Buzzard chuckles, shaking his head.

"Sammy, it's too late for that. We burned those bridges a long time ago.You know I could of used that help at my lowest but you made it clear you couldn't help me back than, I don't know if I can even trust you now, and I sure as hell don't need your help. "

Guevara looks a bit taken aback but nods slowly.

"Alright, I get it. Just... be careful out there, man. Regal and Dempsey are no joke."

Buzzard's eyes narrow, his voice firm.

"I don't need your concern, Sammy. This is my fight, and I'll handle it my way. Now, get out of my way."

Guevara steps aside, watching as Buzzard walks away, Guevara looks torn...




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 guest at this time, Bayley and... um... well... just Bayley, I guess?

The "Good Guy" steps into the frame, absent her step-brother. Or any other members of the nWo. Renee seems surprised by it.

Young: Running solo tonight?

Bayley: Kyle's got a big match, Rick's got a big match - everyone's got a big match to get ready for but me. So I'm on media duty.

Young: That whole "calling out Eve for Summerslam" isn't really panning out, huh?

Bayley: I'll bark up that tree till the cows come home, Renee. But seems like Mrs. Torres-Guerrero has her hands full with some trouble in paradise these days.

Young: Truly. What about the nWo guys though? They've got some pretty significant matches going on tonight ahead of the Biggest Party of the Summer.



Bayley: On paper, maybe. But in practice? Pffft! Its a cakewalk. An appy. A warm-up at best. Like, yeah, sure, Rick's got Drew McIntyre and once upon a time, that was something to get a little nervous about. Now? Now? Well now, Drew's washed like dishes after dinner. Everyone keeps talking about how this year's Money in the Bank match is gonna be the best one ever and I'm like... nah... Rick's gonna run away with that thang. For anyone who can't see that coming a mile away, this match with Drew oughta open your peepers.

As for Kyle? Ehhhhhhh, I'm not exactly sweating bullets over some rookie scoring the upset of the century. Everything Dumpsey thinks he does good, Kyle does better. Like, loads better. I wouldn't be surprised if Papa Reegs tries to run interference when the shit hits the fan, but no worries, cause I'll be out there to keep that a-hole in check.

Young: Speaking of, what about Seth Rollins? Excepting any kind of foul play from the Number One Contender for the Intercontinental Championship. Everything's been suspiciously quiet on that front, don't you think?

Bayley: You mean are we worried that the guy that literally almost killed Eddie Kingston to get at CM Punk is going to pull some kinda insane stunt to get an edge heading into Summerslam?

Its a rhetorical question posed in the "well duh" sorta way, but then she curveballs it.

Bayley: Actually, no.

And here's why - a month ago, Seth Rollins was busting out every trick in the book to get at Roman Reigns, right? He needed to scrape the bottom of the barrel were all the scummy ideas he could just to eek out a W over a guy who was on a legendarily downward spiral.

Given what's at stake at Summerslam, if it were anyone else as champ, I'd expect to see more of the same from Sethy Poo. But these aren't normal circumstances. The Champion is none other than the Diabetic Dragon - the Fighting Champion - and the most dangerous wrestler on the planet today. Besides that, he's got the full power of the nWo as back-up, so if Rollins wants to get cute with it, he's gonna be opening a can of worms like he's never seen.

Now Seth's tacky as all hell, but he's not dumb. At least, not that dumb. He's got a coward's kind of self-preservation instinct that's gonna keep him in line until the day of the show. Bet on it. He might try and pull a fast one the night of - thing is, its not gonna matter. Cause however hot a streak he's been on lately, Kyle's been ever hotter. Sure, Seth's been tearing it up out there, but rock always bets scissors, and Kyle O'Reilly is - I promise you - the rock in this equation.

Young: Alright. Love that confidence and looking forward to seeing the nWo in action.

Bayley: We appreesh that big time, Renee!

Bayley heads out while Renee signs off. Revolution rolls on!




Tony Chimel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…



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.

Tony Chimel: Introducing first… From Davenport, Iowa… Weighing 225lbs… He is The Messiah, SETH ROLLINS!!!

Mauro Ranallo: Seth Rollins has been on a roll in the last month.

Tom Phillips: You’re not kidding. Rollins has five straight victories to his name right now, including victories over the UWF World Heavyweight Champion and the Television Champion.

Corey Graves: I don’t see anything stopping Seth Rollins from accomplishing his goals at this point. After SummerSlam is over, you’re looking at the Intercontinental Champion. That man right there, Seth Rollins!


He raised both of his hands as he heard boos from the crowd and the fire pyros went off. Rollins 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 an angry stare as he waits for his opponent to arrive.



"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.

Mauro Ranallo: Last week, Leyton Buzzard took on Kyle O’Reilly.

Tom Phillips: It was a ‘close, but no cigar’ situation for Leyton.

Corey Graves: Are either of you surprised? Once a loser, always a loser.

Tom Phillips: I wouldn’t count Leyton Buzzard out. He has all of the tools to win.

The opening bell sounds, and the match starts out with the two competitors locking up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. The two men are jockeying for position with Rollins attempting to push Buzzard back into the Northwest corner. Things don’t go according to plan as Buzzard turns the tables and backs Rollins into the Northwest corner instead. The two are still in the collar-and-elbow tie-up, but before Buzzard can capitalize, Rollins turns the tables so Buzzard’s in the corner now. With the two men still in the collar-and-elbow tie-up, the referee tries to get between them and starts counting.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR! Rollins slowly backs off of Buzzard and pushes Buzzard’s shoulders. Buzzard responds to Rollins’s push by slapping Rollins hard in the face, knocking Rollins for a loop – forcing him to back up several feet as the crowd lets out a collective “OH!”

Mauro Ranallo: What a slap!

Tom Phillips: I think Leyton might have potatoed Rollins there.

Corey Graves: Whether he did or didn’t, it isn’t wise to incur the wrath of the Messiah.

Back in the ring, Rollins quickly approaches Buzzard and Buzzard grabs him by the head. With Rollins’s head in his grasp, Buzzard punches him in the face – once, twice, three times, four times, five times – before whipping him to the ropes. After Rollins bounces off of the ropes, he runs at Buzzard who ducks and lifts Rollins up before dropping him to the mat with a back body drop as the crowd cheers. Rollins quickly gets to his feet. Buzzard approaches Rollins and Rollins takes Buzzard down with the Avada Kedavra, sending Buzzard down to the mat as the crowd boos.

Mauro Ranallo: Just like that, Rollins nails the Avada Kedavra and Leyton goes down to the mat .

Tom Phillips: What a kick.

Corey Graves: This is just a taste of why you don’t anger the Messiah.

Rollins grabs Buzzard by the head and brings him up to his feet. With Buzzard’s head in his grasp, Rollins brings him over to the Northwest corner and rams him face first into the top turnbuckle. After having his face driven into the top turnbuckle, Buzzard turns around to face Rollins who kicks him in the stomach. Rollins kicks him in the stomach – once, twice, three times, four times, five times with Buzzard dropping to a kneeling position, six times, seven times, eight times, nine times – before the referee gets between the two competitors and Rollins backs off as the crowd boos The Messiah.

Mauro Ranallo: Rollins just keeps on attacking Buzzard.

Tom Phillips: He’s relentless right now.

Corey Graves: I told you he shouldn’t have angered The Messiah

Buzzard crawls out of the corner and Rollins grabs him by the head and brings Buzzard to his feet. Rollins backs Buzzard into the ropes and whips him to the opposite side of the ring. When Buzzard reaches the ropes on the other side of the ring, he has the wherewithal to grab the top rope and stops himself from running. Rollins runs at Buzzard and Buzzard ducks. Buzzard lifts Rollins up and drops him out of the ring with a back body drop to the outside. Buzzard looks on and waits for Rollins to get to his feet. The moment that Rollins gets to his feet and turns to face the ring, Buzzard runs toward the ropes and dives between the ropes, attempting a Suicide Dive. However, Rollins is quick enough to sidestep and allow Buzzard to slam against the wall.

Mauro Ranallo: Mama mia! A violent crash against the barricade.

Tom Phillips: They have no give. Even though they’re padded, crashing into them like that will hurt.

Corey Graves: I know from experience how much it hurts to crash into the barricade. Buzzard just gave Rollins a huge opening.

The referee begins the count.
ONE! Rollins picks Buzzard up by the head.
TWO! With Buzzard’s head in his grasp, Rollins slams his face first into the steel steps, dropping Buzzard to the floor as the crowd boos.
THREE! Rollins grabs Buzzard by the head and brings him to his feet.
FOUR! Rollins rolls Buzzard into the ring.
FIVE! Rollins slides into the ring and crawls over to Buzzard, going for the cover while hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO! Buzzard kicks out and Rollins grabs him by the arm and locks him into a grounded Abdominal Stretch. Upon being placed into the move, Buzzard starts writhing in pain.

Mauro Ranallo: Now we see Rollins using Buzzard’s left arm and shoulder to his advantage.

Tom Phillips: That’s very intelligent on the part of Seth Rollins.

Corey Graves: There’s a reason why he was once called The Architect.

The referee asks Buzzard if he wants to quit and he yells “No!” After a tense few moments, Buzzard manages to will his way up to his feet. With Buzzard on his feet – locked in what is now an arm lock – he throws an elbow to Rollins’ face. Buzzard follows it up by throwing another elbow to Rollins’ face. Rollins retaliates by grabbing Buzzard’s hair and pulling it back, sending Buzzard to the mat with a Hair-Pull Mat Slam as the crowd boos. The referee gets right into Rollins’s face and yells at him for pulling Buzzard’s hair.

Mauro Ranallo: Rollins is taking some liberties here.

Tom Phillips: Yeah, and the referee’s right on him.

Corey Graves: If I were Rollins, I would drop the referee for getting in my way.

Buzzard crawls over to the ropes and gets up to his knees while leaning on the ropes. Rollins walks over to Buzzard and uses his right shin to drive Buzzard’s throat into the middle rope, using the middle rope to choke Buzzard out. The referee starts counting.

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Rollins backs off and the referee yells at him again, telling him that he won’t hesitate to disqualify The Messiah. Buzzard rolls out onto the apron and Rollins approaches him. He grabs Buzzard’s left arm and wrings it against the bottom rope, causing Buzzard to drop to the floor on the outside while grabbing his arm in pain as the crowd boos.

Mauro Ranallo: Rollins has really zeroed in on Buzzard’s left arm and shoulder.

Tom Phillips: I’m not sure how long he’s gonna last.

Corey Graves: He should just give up and spare a trip to the emergency room.

Rollins rolls out of the ring and grabs Buzzard by the head. He brings Buzzard to his feet and grabs Buzzard’s left arm. With Buzzard’s left arm in his grasp, Rollins slams it against the announce table. Buzzard continues writhing in pain and rolls into the ring. Rollins quickly climbs into the ring and goes for the cover while hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO! Buzzard kicks out and Rollins grabs Buzzard’s left arm, and he places it into a Fujiwara Armbar. Buzzard continues writhing in pain as the referee checks on him. He asks Buzzard if he wants to give up. Just like earlier, Buzzard yells “No!”

Mauro Ranallo: Here’s a move you never see Rollins do, a Fujiwara Armbar.

Tom Phillips: Well, under the current circumstances, I understand why he’s using that move.

Corey Graves: Just because he doesn’t use it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how.

After a tense few moments, Buzzard manages to get back up to his feet. He punches Rollins in the face – once, twice – before Rollins strikes Buzzard in the stomach with his knee, dropping Buzzard down to his knees. Buzzard leans against the middle rope and Rollins runs at him. Rollins jumps up and Buzzard drops to the mat, causing Rollins to dive through the ropes and he slams against the floor on the outside. Once Rollins slams against the mat, the crowd lets out a collective “OH” and cheers.

Mauro Ranallo: With that reversal, Buzzard has given himself an opening.

Tom Phillips: Rollins got a taste of what happened to Buzzard earlier.

Corey Graves: Rollins will come back from this. Just you watch.

Buzzard staggers to his feet and waits for Rollins to get up. When Rollins gets up to his feet, Buzzard backs up and runs to the ropes. When he approaches the ropes, Buzzard dives through them in another Suicide Dive attempt. Unlike the last time, Buzzard is successful and catches Rollins with a big time Suicide Dive as the crowd cheers. Now, both competitors are down on the floor as the referee starts the count.

Mauro Ranallo: Buzzard connects with the Suicide Dive!

Tom Phillips: That Suicide Dive was a beauty.

Corey Graves: Come on, Seth!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Both competitors start to stir.
FOUR! Buzzard gets up to a kneeling position.
FIVE! Buzzard gets up to his feet.
SIX! Rollins gets up to a kneeling position and Buzzard grabs him by the head, bringing Rollins to his feet.
SEVEN! Buzzard rolls Rollins into the ring.
EIGHT! Buzzard climbs up onto the apron, breaking the count, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Rollins gets up to his feet and quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle, grabbing Buzzard by his left arm and bringing him down to the mat with a huge arm drag as the crowd boos. With Buzzard on the mat, Rollins quickly crawls into the cover while hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO! Buzzard kicks out.

Rollins grabs Buzzard’s left arm and starts pummeling his left shoulder with elbows, elbowing his shoulder – once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times, nine times, ten times – before letting up. Rollins smirks at the crowd and they boo him heavily. Buzzard staggers up to his feet and Rollins backs into the ropes. He runs at Buzzard, who catches him with the Spinebuster that he calls Buzzard’s Spine Adjustment, sending Rollins down to the mat and follows it up with piston-like right hand punches as the crowd cheers. Both competitors get to their feet and Rollins runs at Buzzard again, and Buzzard catches him with a big Dropkick, sending Rollins back down to the mat as the crowd cheers. Buzzard himself drops to the mat in exhaustion.

Mauro Ranallo: These two have been going at it since the opening bell.

Tom Phillips: Yeah, and now the match is taking its toll.

Corey Graves: I don’t know how Buzzard has been able to keep up in this fight.

Back in the ring, both competitors are down, and the referee starts counting.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE! With him being close to the ropes, Buzzard uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Rollins gets up to his feet also and Buzzard runs at him. Rollins attempts a clothesline, but Buzzard ducks and moves behind Rollins. Once The Messiah turns around, Buzzard is quick to capitalize by hitting the Pele Kick that knocks Rollins down to the mat as the crowd cheers. Rollins gets up to his feet and Buzzard runs at him, catching Rollins with a clothesline, knocking Rollins down to the mat as the crowd cheers again. Rollins gets back up to his feet and attempts a clothesline of his own, but Buzzard ducks and runs to the ropes again. When Rollins turns around, Buzzard reaches the ropes and springboards off of them before dropping Rollins with a Springboard Stunner, using his right shoulder. With Rollins down on the mat, Buzzard goes for the pin while hooking his leg.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Rollins manages to kick out.

Mauro Ranallo: Buzzard was so close to knocking off Rollins.

Tom Phillips: That was like two and seven-eighths right there.

Corey Graves: It’ll take a lot more than that to beat The Messiah.

Buzzard gets back up to his feet and grabs Rollins by the head. Rollins quickly grabs Buzzard by the left arm and attempts to place him into the Demon Slayer for a second time, but Buzzard is able to flip on top of Rollins in a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Rollins kicks out. Buzzard gets to his feet first and brings Rollins up to his feet while the crowd chants “Let’s go Buzzard! Let’s go Buzzard!” Buzzard attempts to whip Rollins into the Northwest corner, but Rollins reverses and sends Buzzard into the corner instead. Rollins runs at Buzzard and Buzzard sidesteps, sending Rollins chest first into the corner. Buzzard pulls Rollins back into the O’Connor roll-up pinfall attempt.

ONE! Rollins reverses the pinfall attempt into a pinfall attempt of his own.
ONE! Rollins lets up and quickly grabs Buzzard’s left arm before dropping to the mat and pulling Buzzard into the Demon Slayer.

Before the referee can ask him if he gives up, Buzzard quickly scurries and manages to get his foot on the bottom rope. The referee starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Rollins releases the hold and Buzzard rolls out onto the apron. Rollins gets up to his feet and is in disbelief that Buzzard didn’t tap out to the Demon Slayer. Buzzard gets up to his feet on the apron and Rollins approaches him. Rollins grabs Buzzard by the head, but Buzzard is quick to grab Rollins by the head and drop to his feet on the floor. This drives Rollins’s throat into the top rope and causes Rollins to drop to the mat as the crowd cheers. Buzzard climbs onto the apron and slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Rollins gets up to his feet and approaches the corner where he quickly takes Buzzard down with a Superplex, dropping Buzzard to the mat and follows it up with a Falcon Arrow as the crowd boos.

ONE! Buzzard gets his foot on the bottom rope.
TWO! Rollins hooks the leg that Buzzard had on the bottom rope.
THR-NO! Buzzard manages to kick out at the last millisecond and the crowd cheers.

Mauro Ranallo: Buzzard kicked out!

Tom Phillips: Even after all that, Buzzard still has life.

Corey Graves: Come on, Seth! You got this!

Rollins looks at the referee in disbelief and approaches him, screaming at him that it was a three count, but the referee assures The Messiah that it was in fact a two count. While Rollins is arguing with the referee, Buzzard crawls over to The Messiah and rolls him up with the School Boy pin as the crowd cheers.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Rollins kicks out and both competitors stagger up to their feet as the crowd chants “Let’s Go Buzzard!” Buzzard kicks Rollins in the stomach and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep as the crowd cheers.

Mauro Ranallo: Buzzard’s doing a move we don’t normally see him do.

Tom Phillips: With his left arm in pain, it makes sense that he’d adapt.

Corey Graves: I really don’t understand how he can still fight with all that damage to his arm. Buzzard should be easy pickings for Rollins.

Rollins staggers to his feet and turns to face Buzzard. Buzzard attempts the End of Man, but Rollins elbows him in the side of the head before grabbing Buzzard in order to drive Buzzard’s left shoulder into the ring post of the Southwest corner. Rollins grabs Buzzard by the head and pulls him back, slamming Buzzard’s head against the mat. Rollins quickly grabs Buzzard’s left arm and places him into the Demon Slayer for the second time. Buzzard writhes in pain as the crowd boos The Messiah.

Mauro Ranallo: More damage to the left arm and shoulder of Buzzard and there’s the Demon Slayer!

Tom Phillips: Come on, Buzzard! Hold on!

Corey Graves: It’s no use! Just give up! Spare yourself a trip to the emergency room!

The referee asks Buzzard if he gives up, and Buzzard yells “NO!” Right after Buzzard refuses to give up, he manages roll over on top of Rollins while still locked in the hold, turning the submission into a pinfall attempt.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO! Rollins kicks out and is forced to release the hold. Buzzard quickly places Rollins into the Scorpion Crosslock that he calls “A New Class-Lock” as the crowd cheers and Rollins writhes in pain for a change.
Mauro Ranallo: When you think he’s done, Buzzard has an answer to the Demon Slayer.

Tom Phillips: The New Class-Lock is cinched in, and what a way it would be for Buzzard to win by making Rollins tap out.

Corey Graves: No! Hold on, Rollins! Fight through the pain!

Rollins comes extremely close to tapping out to the New Class-Lock. The referee asks Rollins if he gives up and Rollins yells “NO!” Then, Rollins wriggles out of the Scorpion Crosslock and pulls Buzzard over his shoulders, sending Buzzard to the mat. Rollins quickly gets to his feet and lies in wait.

Mauro Ranallo: Rollins is lying in wait. We know what he’s thinking.

Tom Phillips: Yeah, he wants to hit that Curb Stomp.

Corey Graves: If he hits this, it’s over.

Buzzard manages to get up to his hands and knees. Rollins runs at Buzzard and jumps up. Before Rollins can connect, Buzzard quickly rolls out of the way, rolling behind Rollins and this causes Rollins’ foot to slam against the mat. Buzzard gets up to his feet and Rollins turns around. Right when Rollins turns around, Buzzard drops Rollins with the End of Man as the crowd cheers wildly. Buzzard quickly goes into the pin while hooking the leg.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE! The bell rings and “Requiem of the Fifth” hits the PA System once again as the crowd explodes with cheers.

Tony Chimel: Here’s your winner… LEYTON BUZZARD!

Mauro Ranallo: Leyton Buzzard with a huge victory over Seth Rollins!

Tom Phillips: I knew he could do it! People doubted him! Corey doubted him and managed to pull off what some would call an upset!

Corey Graves: How did he win?! Seriously, he shouldn’t have been able to put up a fight at all! How?! How?! He had one arm! How could he win, especially against The Messiah?!




Back from a short break and some pre-recorded footage begins to play as indicated by the words “Earlier Today” which appear in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. The scene shows the Revolution announce team of Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo and Tom Phillips at the ringside area going through some notes before the show, when suddenly they are approached out of the blue by a familiar and imposing figure…



Corey Graves: Drew!.. To uhh, to what do we owe the pleasure?

The Claymore King appears on the scene and makes a point of shaking hands with all three of the announcers before responding to Graves’ question.

Drew McIntyre: I’m not gonna take up too much of your time guys, as I know you’ve got work to do before the show kicks off and the main cameras start rolling, but I just wanted to make sure that between the three of you tonight, there’s going to be a fair and accurate analysis on offer when it comes time for me to step inside that ring with Rick Rude.

Tom Phillips: Well, we always try and present a fair broadcast, Drew.

Drew McIntyre: You see you say that, Tom, but I’ve actually lost count of the amount of times that I’ve tuned in to the three of you rambling away and spouting… and I mean this with respect… complete and utter garbage!.. The presentation of my historic UWF Title reign was often soured at times by you and Mauro whining about something that I’d said or done which for whatever reason didn’t sit right with either of you…

Mauro Ranallo: Now hold on a minute…

Drew McIntyre: Excuse me.. I hadn’t finished…. If I’m not mistaken, your jobs are solely to call what you see as it plays out, not give your irrelevant opinions on it all. In your case, Graves, I accept that you’ve perhaps got a little bit more leeway as an analyst, but considering that I’m pretty sure you were taking bribes off Sami Zayn last year when he was gunning for my gold, in my mind your viewpoint is just as flawed as your partners’, maybe even more so!

Perhaps unsurprisingly, none of the announcers seem to be taking the criticism coming from the Scottish Warlord in a constructive manner. With Graves now looking generally unimpressed following the dig, and both Phillips and Ranallo a little hurt following their reputation being called into question.

Drew McIntyre: Now I’m not out here to tell you exactly what to say and how to say it because we’re not working for a company that’s got ties with North Korea, but when I go out there and wipe The Franchise’s smug face all over that ring canvas, I want you to really sell what I’m doing and how I’m doing it to the people tuning in at home, so that even though they might be watching from hundreds and thousands of miles away, they’ll feel like they are just as close to it as you’re gonna be. When I take him down with a Claymore or a Futureshock, preach it for all the world to hear, so that everybody is aware of the fact that Drew McIntyre is badder and tougher than ever before. The entire globe wants to know who is going to be walking out of Summerslam a couple weeks from now with the Money in the Bank briefcase in their possession, and between the three of you, it’s your job to use the power of your words to convince the viewers that it will indeed be yours truly that goes on to do just that… Have I made myself clear?

There is no vocal response, but three hesitant nods from the announcers do follow, which McIntyre sees and seems to be content with.

Drew McIntyre: Excellent… Now that we’ve cleared that up, we’ve all got a big show to prepare for, so I’ll leave you chaps to it… Have a good night!

As the Scotsman walks away, the three announcers just look at each other in a somewhat alarmed manner, as the pre-recorded feed comes to a close with them trying to recompose themselves in order to continue with their show prep.






Renee Young: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Tony D'Angelo."

In a rather close contrast to Renee's interview from the week prior, the camera pans over to the other side of the interview set, where Tony D'Angelo is stood by. Unlike the man who she interviewed the week prior, however, Tony D'Angelo's face is sporting a bright, beaming grin, his eyes roaming over Renee for a moment before he nods his head.

Renee Young: "Last week, it was made official by Ethan Carter III that you will be getting a shot at the UWF Television Championship at Summerslam, going up against a man who you've had some rather choice words for over these past few weeks, Sami Zayn. Are there any thoughts going through your mind, as you head into your first shot at championship gold in your short career here within the UWF?"

Chuckling to himself, Tony D'Angelo looks Renee over once more, before then taking one step closer to the interviewer.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don of the UWF: "Do I got any thoughts? Sure, I gotta' cuppa' thoughts for ya'."

Quite visibly chewing some gum in that rather obnoxious wrestler way, Tony D glances at the camera, still maintaining that same grin.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don of the UWF: "How's 'bout the thought that Sami Zayn's a rat bastard who don't deserve the gold he carries 'round that there waist of his, an' that if I was given the opportunity, I'd be glad to put an end to his career, jus' the same way he did to Tyler Breeze, an' jus' the same way he tried to do to the other so-called Don runnin' 'round 'ere?"

While the fans in attendance here in Columbus, Ohio give off a mostly positive reaction, Renee simply stays neutral, simply shaking her head while Tony D looks to continue on.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don of the UWF: "How's 'bout the thought that that rat bastard went after me wit' a buncha' stereotypes an' used my own status as The Don a' da' UWF as justification for his own cowardice? How's 'bout the thought that Sami Zayn's been runnin' 'round this company for far too long wit' that there victim complex a' his, actin' as if he's some victim a' this gran' conspiracy that's outta' gettim' at all sorts a' times, all the while he surrouns' himself witta' buncha' suck-ups an' sycophants who ain't good for nuttin' 'cept for kissin' up to that rat bastard an' makin' him think he's far more important than he actually is?"

For a second, Renee looks to intervene, and perhaps speak up in defense of Sami Zayn...but then she willingly stops herself, remembering the fact that this is Sami Zayn that he's talking about here.

Tony D'Angelo | The Don of the UWF: "Ya' see, Sami? I see right through ya' paper-thin facade. Ya' like ta' pretend like ya' some big deal 'round 'ere, an' ya' get away wit' it 'cause there ain't nobody willin' to call ya' out on ya' bull, but I ain't fooled. I ain't scared a' ya' lil' masked goons there, walkin' 'round the place like this is some big bank an' the three a' ya' are stagin' baby's firs' robbery - 'gimme all ya' gold an' nobody gets hurt!' - I ain't scared a' 'dat. Y'know the place I came from, Sami? I came from places where guys like ya' would win' up either gettin' shot, stabbed, or slit, 'cause that place is filled wit' people like me, an' people like me hate the guts a' slimy little rats like you! So, Sami Zayn, ya' rat-faced, bird-brained dope, go on ahead. Go on an' claim this big conspiracy's holdin' ya' back. Go on an' claim that EC3 set this match up jus' to see ya' fail. Hell, go on ahead an' bring ya' little masked goons wit'cha off to Summerslam, why don'cha? I've been meanin' to make a call anyways to some folks back home, an'-"

Suddenly stopping himself, Tony D'Angelo freezes mid-sentence, putting a finger up to the air...and after a few seconds? He simply walks off, visibly reaching into his pockets to pull out his phone, and heading off from the set but suddenly he's attacked from behind by none other than El Generico ad La Luchadora! They're putting the boots to him while Sami walks into frame and picks up the phone Tony had.

Sami Zayn: Sorry but your friend here's a little busy. If you'd like to leave a message, call the local hospital and maybe they'll give i to him when he wakes up.

Zayn throws the phone on the ground, smashing it to pieces while Generico and Luchadora hold him up, each grabbing an arm. Sami grabs his face with his hand and starts to talk to him.



Sami Zayn: For weeks you've been running your little mouth backstage or when I'm busy doing my champion duties. You got anything to say to be now "Don".

Sami smiles but Tony ends up spitting right in his face! The crowd pops but Zayn wipes the spit off his face and boots him in the side of the head! He then pulls him in and lifts him up in the air to deliver a Brainbuster onto the floor! Renee steps in and tries to pull Sami away but he's already done. He starts to walk off backwards while looking at his handiwork.

Sami Zayn: Should've kept my name out of your mouth.

Medical personal rush to check on Tony as the live feed goes elsewhere.




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

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: Introducing first, 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.



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: And his opponent, 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.


VS

DING DING


Its been almost eight months to the day since these two last squared off one-on-one. Back in November, Drew McIntyre was UWF Champ. Rick Rude held the Prime Time Medal. A lot's changed since then. The Scot's approach to the guy that got the better of him last time changes, too. In the prior outing, they were slow to get started, with plenty of jaw-jacking. This time out, Drew charges straight at Rude, surprising him with a blitz right out of the gate.

The Ravishing One gets his arms up to defend but it doesn't matter - Drew's battering him with clubbing forearms, right and left hooks, the occasional headbutt, too. Its a brutal barrage that quickly overwhelms Rick. He gets backed up against the ropes, at which point the Official is forced to intervene. McIntyre milks a five count for all its worth before finally laying off his opponent.


Phillips: Wow! Drew McIntyre means business!

Ranallo: If I recall correctly, when these two last faced off, Drew lost by way of count-out, thanks in no small part to some interference from Roman Reigns and his family. McIntyre is surely looking to get that win back tonight, and to do so defintiively.

Graves: Or maybe he's just looking to do as much damage as possible to one of the five guys standing between him and the Money in the Bank briefcase at Summerslam.


When Drew steps away, Rick immediately retaliates, coming out swinging off the ropes. The Ravishing One blasts his foe with a European Uppercut that snaps his head back. Rude grabs him by the back of the head before he can get too far and pulls him in for a follow-up. Those consecutive blows have the Destroyer seeing starts. Rick capitalizes on his woozy state by snagging an arm and whipping the guy into the ropes.

Rick goes low and catches Drew on the rebound. He explodes up to launch McIntyre through the air with a Biiiiiiig Back Body Drop. All two-hundred-and-sixty-five pounds of Scotsman flip over and crash land into canvas. The impact rattles the ring - you can only imagine the damage done to McIntyre's insides. He's gasping for air but sees no quarter from Rick, who jumps on him to shoot the half...



1...



McIntyre shoves him off before the second count. Rude sits him up, puts a knee into his spine and wraps his hands around Drew's chin. His grinding submission attempt - some might say rest-hold - is shirked off with extreme prejudice by the former world champ. Drew bursts out of the hold before it can even begin to take a toll.

He gets right up to his feet. Rick meets him there. Drew shoves him back with two big palms to the chest, delivered with some seriously aggressive umph, like Mac is pissed that Rude thinks he can work him over like that. Rude takes a step back, shakes his head like "oh no you didn't just do that", then comes back with a shove of his own.

Right outside the ring, Eric Bischoff yells at Rick to stay focused.


Phillips: Looks like things are about to get ugly in there.

Ranallo: You've got the longest reigning UWF Champion in history and the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in history - two alpha-type personalities, two future Hall of Famer's, and most importantly, two elite superstars who can't stand each other.

Graves: Nice to see some mean streak out of Rick here. I think bumming around with the likes of Kyle O'Reilly and Bayley has dulled his edge a bit - he's gonna need to sharpen back up if he wants to win that ladder match at Summerslam.


The shoving contest continues for a few more pushes, then devolves into a game of shot-for-shot. They take turns pounding the other guy's jaw with enormous forearms shivers. Even when the connection of elbow to jaw creates an opening for some more offense, both men are content to wait for their opponent to recover so they can welcome the return fire.

The crowd "OOH's" and "AHHH's" with each strike. Rick has more of the fanfare, but the UWF Universe is more just stoked to see two big guys beat the tar out of each other.

Eventually, one of Rude's forearms hits the "off" button and McIntyre gets wobbled bad. He's on shaky legs, hardly able to stay standing. Rick takes that as a cue to cut out the pissing contest and go to work on winning the match. The Ravishing One follows up with two more strikes then aims to set up his foe for his patented neckbreaker.


Phillips: Here comes the Rude Awakening!

Ranallo: Not so fast!


Drew spins through to get out of trouble then grabs himself a hold of Rick. He fights through the haze of a few too many headshots to execute a picture-perfect Northern Lights Suplex, finishing with the bridge to put Rude's shoulders down to the canvas. The Official slides in to count it...



1...



2...



Rude kicks out at two!


Ranallo: That was a close one!

Graves: I'll never understand how a guy the size of McIntyre can pull of a bridge like that.


Both competitors scramble to their feet. Rude gets back on the offensive fast by throwing his full weight behind a running lariat that takes both his opponent and himself over the top rope! They crash unceremoniously to the floor below.

While they're groaning on the ground, the Third Man starts up a ten count...



1...



Drew sits up, holding the back of his neck on account of it hurts on account of it bounced off the apron on the way down. He sneers over at Rick, who is on his hands and knees now.



2...



McIntyre uses the ring apron to get himself vertical. He tries to crawl back under the ropes only for Rude to grab him around the waist to pull him away from the squared circle.  



3...



Rude once again tries for his favoured neckbreaker and once more, Drew spins through. He's got that sucker scouted. This time, when he rolls out the other side, the Claymore King plants a boot in Rude's guts to double him over. He then hooks both arms and drops him right there on the floor with a Futureshock DDT!



4...



Ranallo: MAMA MIA! Futureshock right on to the arena floor! This one's gotta be over!

Graves: All McIntyre needs to do is get him back in the ring and make the cover.



5...



Drew endeavours to do just that. As he's trying to lift up the dead weight of Rick, however, Eric Bischoff circles around the ring to stir up a fuss. He's hootin' and hollerin' about this and that, getting the attention of the Official and Drew and the crowd. All eyes on Easy E.



6...



McIntyre drops Rude to go after Bischoff. The Ref is yelling at both of them to cut it out while Eric retreats by running around to the far side.



7...



When Drew starts to catch up, Bischoff climbs over the barricade and flees into the crowd. McIntyre stops just shy of pursuing him out there, although some choice trash talk from the nWo member has him strongly considering it.



8...



Unbeknownst to McIntyre, Rude, barely conscious, has found the wherewithal to drag his body up on to the apron. He rolls under the ropes to save himself from the impending ten count.


Ranallo: Rick Rude somehow got himself back in the ring! Drew McIntyre's distracted!

Phillips: I can't believe its going to end just like it did last time!




9...



The crowd alerts Drew to something being amiss. Bischoff is trying his darndest to keep Mac's attention facing away from the ring. All the fans pointing in the other direction has the Destroyer turn to see what's up. He notices his opponent made it back in the ring!

Drew's expression is somewhere between panic and rage. He dives on to the apron and makes it in just in time to break up the ten count.


Graves: You're never gonna see a closer call than that.

Ranallo: In lieu of dealing out any serious physical damage heading into Summerslam, a count-out victory for Rude there might have absolutely rocked Drew's confidence ahead of their match.

Phillips: Yeah, I bet Rick would have never let him hear the end of it.


Despite not getting the count-out, Rick manages to catch Drew coming into the ring quick and reckless. The Scot has left himself off-balance and prime picking for a sneaky roll-up. Even after the brutal DDT to the floor, Rude has what it takes to snag himself one of those. The Ref is right there to count it!



1...



2...



Drew gets a shoulder up just in time!

The former UWF Champ springs to his feet and knees his opponent in the side of the head. He then pulls Rude up to a vertical base, just to whip him into the turnbuckle. Rick lands with his arms draped over the ropes. That's all that's holding him there.

McIntyre backs up to the opposite corner and starts a countdown from three, garnering a mix of boos and sincere crowd participation. It doesn't matter. He's dialed in. Target locked.


Phillips: Claymore incoming!

Graves: Rick Rude is in serious trouble here!



Drew bolts across the ring to deliver his finishing boot. As he flies through the air, however, Rude sidesteps just in time to avoid total disaster. McIntyre collides with the buckle before crashing landing to the canvas at its base. Rick pulls him back with all the strength he's got left and rolls him up for a pin...



1...



2...



Drew rolls through, hooking Rude's arms with him as he goes. He pulls his opponent up and then drops him right back down with a second Futureshock DDT! Rick's head hits the canvas hard and with that, McIntyre goes for the pin...



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2...



3...



DING DING




YOUR WINNER...
DREW MCINTYRE!


McIntyre's music hits the PA. Split reaction for the Claymore King as he stands to have his hand raised.


Ranallo: Wow. Drew McIntyre with an impressive win ahead of Summerslam, becoming just the second person this year to score a pinfall over The Ravishing One.

Graves: I don't think we've ever had a more stacked Money in the Bank line-up. That briefcase is anyone's to win, but this gives McIntyre a significant momentum boost heading in there.


Drew heads up the ramp while Eric Bischoff joins Rick Rude in the ring to help him to his feet. Revolution rolls on!






Vincent: Men like Rick Rude, they accuse me of hanging on to the past too much, man. Well there’s only one reason I hang on to the past at all and that’s my opposition around this company’s revisionist history. They want to rewrite the moments that made me the, “Horror King” and sure, for awhile I denounced that moniker and title so I was basically guiding their pen but no more! No more revisionist history, no more making my subjects believe lies about yours truly, no…more. Because when push comes to shove, asphyxia is one of many things that’s going to set in and you can’t badmouth a royal icon with a slit throat, now can you? Randy Orton wants revenge against me, Drew McIntyre wants me locked away again, Mighty Caleb wants to test his mettle, and Rick Rude is playing the most predictable card my opponents have at their disposal here in the UWF. Well it’s not about what any of you want, it’s about what I want and what I want is for all of you to bow down. But first, I want you to suffer. I want you to choke on every cross or crass word you’ve ever spoken about me, I want any degrading thought to pound in your skull, and then I want you to bleed like a stuck pig and fall like dominoes. Then, helplessly, I want you to watch me ascend a ladder rung by rung and grab the briefcase. Only then can you bow to your one true, “Horror King”.




The Revolution graphic splashes the screen before we are taken backstage, where “The Villain” and his son are headed toward gorilla in anticipation of Charlie’s upcoming contest. Regal is coaching his son as they progress, when on their left, they bump into a familiar foe: Leyton Buzzard. The Bristol-born Bastard looks on edge as Charlie seems poised to attack.

Leyton Buzzard: “Regal, I thought I’d have to wait until I was ambushed, but it seems to be my lucky day…”

Buzzard scoffs at this, knowing full well there ain’t no way he is going to beat the odds if the pair of them attack him. But before Charlie and Leyton can come to blows, Regal puts up a hand which calms the tensions.

William Regal: Mr. Buzzard, if my son had any intention whatsoever of attacking you, he wouldn’t wait to do it in such a cowardly fashion. I can assure you that you would see him coming.

Buzzard puts down his guard as he takes Regal at his word, for now.

Leyton Buzzard: “Regal, I am not going to fall trap to one of your ‘villainous’ mind games, I am not stupid.”

Regal's expression is one of feigned offense, before he adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket and leans forward.

William Regal: Listen, Mr. Buzzard: Next week, Mr. Carter has scheduled a contract signing for yourself and my son ahead of your submissions bout at Summerslam. In the spirit of that signing, and in the interest of keeping everything strictly business, I would like to offer you a gentleman’s agreement: my boy will not harm a hair on your empty little head until the ink has dried on the contract and the bell rings for your contest at the premium live event.


Buzzard stares the “Villain” down, looking for any signs that he might be trying to pull one over.

Leyton Buzzard: "So you’re saying he won’t attack me from behind tonight during my match with Seth, Or next week at the contract signing no shenanigans?, Regal I may not like you or your son but I do have to respect this offer. But just remember this come Summerslam, Your boy better prepare to tap out or snap out…"

Regal simply smiles as he offers a hand for Buzzard to accept his gentlemanly agreement. Dempsey is glaring over his father’s shoulder, but does not move to interject.

William Regal: You know, it really is a shame, what is about to happen to you, Mr. Buzzard. That you can’t even see it coming is the most disappointing part. I always used to revel in the terror of my foe as he grappled with the anticipation of his impending suffering. Still— He holds Leyton’s hand a little firmer, and pats the back of it with his free one. I’m looking very forward to seeing how you put yourself back together when Charlie is finished with you.

Regal and Dempsey continue on their way to gorilla as Buzzard turns to watch them stalk off and the feed moves along.








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.



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


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

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

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

VS

DING DING DING

Dempsey and OReilly circle the ring, Both hungry as the hungriest of hippos, They both step forward locking up in a collar and elbow lock up, Dempsey attempts to hook the left arm but OReilly pulls it back from danger, Kyle folllows up with a hip drag but Charlie is able to block it himself...

Tom Phillips: "This here is a bit of stalemate, Both guys very well versed in a technical wrestling style who will prevail..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle though has more in the wheelhouse, He is the Swiss Army Knife of the wrestling world, You want a striker? Kyle You want someone willing to go high?  You bet ya Kyle is able to, And more importantly you want a technical wizard? Kyles the guy..."

Corey Graves: "Kyle may be good at everything, Is he on the level of Regal? Dempsey has one hell of a father and trainer..."

Dempsey catches Kyle's hand as he pulls him down down to the canvas, Dempsey twist the arm of Kyle as he moves his arm into a chicken wing, Kyle's gran wouldn't like him eating fried wings though so Kyle rolls forwards as he untwist the arm, Kyle pulls a leg from under Dempsey that sends him crashing back first into the canvas, Kyle steps back before running towards Dempsey and hitting him with the double footstomp to the chest...

Tom Phillips: "Dempsey trying to wear down Kyle but Kyle at this point has been in every single hold Dempsey has concucted..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Kyle is quick on his feet. And kicker with his kicks..."
 
Dempsey rolls over to his stomach as he pushes himself to his feet, OReilly keeps his distance as he trhows out a left, It slaps off the back of the thigh of Dempsey, Kyle loads back before slapping his boot lower into the back of Dempseys calf, Charlie goes back down to one knee, Kyle follows up with a boot to the spine of Dempsey. Charlie falls to both knees, Like an assassin, Kyle goes for the coup de grace to the back of the head, He swings wildly, Dempsey quickly turns as he grabs the leg of Kyle as he whips Kyle to the canvas with a dragon screw leg.

Corey Graves: "Kyle caught by the Dragon Screw...."

Dempsey stands to his feet, He yanks the boot of Kyle up as he begins to twist on the ankle, He turns the ankle to a 95 degree angle, Kyle is looking for a way out, He rolls himself through the ankle lock sending Dempsey forwards into the turnbuckle, Dempsey stops any damage from occurring but Kyle hobbles to a foot, He grabs the waist of Dempsey as he  lifts him and brings Dempsey down on his head with a snap suplex. Kyle holds the bridge as the referee goes for the count...

One...

Two...

No Dempsey kicks out...

Kyle doesn't look fazed as he is already getting to his feet ready to keep up the attack, Kyle lifts Dempsey to his feet, He hits him with a high knee to the abdomen, Dempsey is heeled over, Kyle hooks the arms of Dempsey he lifts him up looking for something but Dempsey drops to his knees as he pulls the legs from under OReilly, He bridges over OReillys legs attempting to pin him to the mat, Kyle is quick to catch on as he moves through on Dempseys arm, He places it between his legs as he begins to pull on Dempseys arm like some kind of lever. Dempsey knows a way out though as he wraps his legs around Kyles head as he begins to squeeze with his legs.  Dempsey applies pressure causing Kyle to release.  Kyle struggles to get free but before he can Dempsey uses his legs to transition Kyles body over for a triangle choke. Kyle however begins to stand lifting Dempsey off the mat, O'Reilly is feeding off the crowds energy as he gets to his feet. Dempsey has to let go at risk of a power bomb...

Mauro Ranallo: "Dempsey opting to let go of the triangle choke..."

O'Reilly is quick with a follow up as Dempsey gets to his base, Kyle connects with a running knee. Dempsey goes down hard, Kyle kips up to his feet the crowd are on fire for the crazy canuck. Regal is on the outside shouting advice for his son in the ring. Dempsey though may not be able to hear him as he has had his head rung. Kyle is raring to go, He lifts Dempsey to his feet before O'Reilly can go for anything Dempsey comes to life, Dempsey frees himself from Kyle's grip, Dempsey hits him with a stiff uppercut. Kyle steps back staggering...


O'Reilly comes to life he spins Dempsey around, He catches Charlie up and spins out hitting a saito suplex, planting Dempsey head first into the canvas. Kyle positions himself over the chest of Dempsey for the pin...

One...

Two...

Dempsey kicks out again. Kyle gets to his feet as Dempsey staggers  to his but quickly responds with a European uppercut, Catching O'Reilly off guard. He grabs O'Reilly by the waist as he lifts him up and plants him with a gut wrench suplex.  Dempsey not finished here though, He grabs rolls through back to his feet, He musters all his strength to hit a deadlift gut wrench suplex launching Kyle across the ring...

Tom Phillips: "Bread and butter for this young upstart..."

Corey Graves: "Kyle may be what you call a Swiss Army Knife but Dempsey has a full tool kit at his disposal. "

Charlie isn't affected by those at ringside, Bayley is shouting for Kyle to take back momentum while his father calmly watches on, Giving this youngin' a veterans eye in this matchup. Charlie is as cool as a cucumber, He lifts O'Reilly up to his feet, He attempts to hook the leg for a Regal-Plex but Kyle hits him with a massive headbutt that sends him falling backwards. O'Reilly is quick as he moves over to Dempsey hooking him up for a suplex, flipping Dempsey over with a Northern Lights suplex. He keeps the hold, rolling through to attempt another suplex. Dempsey is quick in reversing the Northen attempt as he moves into position for a German suplex of his own, bridging Kyle's shoulders to the canvas...

One...

Two...

Kyle powers out! O'Reilly gets to his feet, Dempsey charges with a running lariat, but O'Reilly ducks and counters with a dragon suplex, holding the bridge for another pin attempt.

One...

Dempsey kicks out! Both men scramble to their feet. O'Reilly goes for a leg sweep, but Dempsey jumps over it, catching O'Reilly with a jumping knee strike. O'Reilly staggers into the ropes, bouncing back with a rebound lariat that knocks Dempsey off his feet. Kyle is about to fall but almost through sheer will power staggers a few steps forwards but he doesn't fall. Blood begins to trickle down his nose, It's a pretty badass shot if I do say so myself...


Kyle isn't deterred even if his eyesight is blurry from the potentially broken nose, Kyle hoist Dempsey up and looks to be going for one of his fancily named moves, But Dempsey has other plans for their night, Dempsey quickly attempts the snappiest and crispiest of suplexes but Kyle wraps his legs around Dempsey stopping any suplex attempt. Kyle having stopped the suplex goes and somehow gets Dempsey on his shoulders, He is looking for an inverted ushigaroshi, Or more commonly known as Ogopogo by those with fashion and common sense. Kyle releases as he launches Dempsey up and onto his knee. Dempsey is sitting up as Kyle runs to the ropes, He goes for a sliding lariat which just about takes the head of Dempsey with it...

Tom Phillips: "Ogopogo! We know Kyle is setting up for a..."

Mauro Ranallo: "ORANGE SLICE!"

Kyle is looking for the win, He gets to his feet, He gives a nod to Bayley who nods along in approval, O'Reilly now knows what to do as if Bayley gave him the answer. It's almost as if they had twin magic but that'd be win because they are step siblings.  Kyle stands center of the ring, He pulls out his magical "flute" he begins to mime playing it.The camera zooms out to reveal the whole ring and the crowd, The crowd are super into it.,.

Tom Phillips: "Summoning the dragonzord!"

Before O'Reilly can summon anything, Bayley is all of a sudden struck from behind, It's Carmelo Hayes jumping the barricade, Hayes throws Bayley into the ring steps, Carmello is getting up in her business yelling some message to her. Carmello smiles as he points to Bayley as Kyle turns to see the commotion out side the ring, Hayes has Kyles attention. Kyle drops and rolls out of the ring as Carmello jumps back over the barricade giving a wave to Kyle who'd shoot lazer beams like Kazuya directly at Hayes if he had the power to...

Tom Phillips: "It's Hayes! Attacking Bayley at ringside."

Corey Graves: "Hayes don't miss!"

Kyle looks down to Bayley who is motioning for Kyle to continue the match, Kyle rolls back into the ring.  Kyle gets a stern kick to the stomach as he heels over, Charlie hooks his arms under the leg and over the shoulder of O'Reilly. Dempsey lifs him up and plants O'Reilly with a Regal-Plex. Dempsey makes the cover...

Mauro Ranallo: "Hayes just cost Kyle this match..."

Corey Graves: "Bayley once again suffering for Kyle... How typical..."

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING DING

Tony Chimel: "Here is your winner by pinfall, Charlie Dempsey!"



Dempsey is in the ring, He doesn't care for the petty fight ringside, He raises his arm high as The Villain enters the ring to join the celebration. Kyle is pulled from the ring by Bayley as they both nurse their wounds. Kyle almost had it but today evil won. Dempsey and Regal almost smile as if proving a point to a particular someone who's watching backstage...




The camera cuts to a waving flag, the Chase U flag! The camera pans out revealing the Chase U classroom, almost empty, only 2 people in the room, Mr. Andre Chase, and the MVP Duke Hudson. Chase is sat at his desk, Hudson standing next to it kinda looking off to the flag.

  Duke Hudson: “Mista’ Chase, it’s official….I’m a UWF contracted superstar….I can’t believe it. I mean, I don’t even know who I’m gonna debut against.”

Mr.Chase look Duke, nods and sighs.

Andre Chase:
“Duke…don’t sweat it, Listen, Kenny’s recording…,so let me tell you something. I get it, Duke, it’s okay to be nervous, but now you’re here, and you’re going nowhere…don’t over think the future Duke, bask in the moment….Duke…and that’s a teachable moment.”

Chase winks, and Hudson nods in affirmation.

Duke Hudson:“You’re right Mista’ Chase, tonite I celebrate, and when I find out, I will face that challenge…just kinda’ hopping for like an Eddie Guerrero, ya’ know?”


Andre Chase:
“Eh, Duke I don’t know…isn’t LWO, kind of like picking an easy dub? I know Chase University is still new to the UWF, but Eddie and Eve?”

Duke Hudson shrugs and nods.

Duke Hudson:“Ya’ I guess you’re Mista’ Chase. An ya know, it saves me from probably havin’ to swing on Eve, that’s not really a gentlemanly thing.”

The two share and chuckle before Duke nods and turns to the “camera”.

Duke Hudson:
“Alright, listen here, UWF Lockeroom, I may be the new guy on campus, but I ain’t going nowhere. So whenever you’re facing me just know that you’re going on against Six Foot Five, and he’s bleeds Chase U! Now Kenny turn the F**ckin’ camera off.”

Duke snaps, an edit of the Chase logo over Duke’s mouth with a bleep sound effect appears when Duke says the fuck word. College Cenorship. But soon Kenny obliges and the camera turns off.




How long has he known that one day he would come back, that one day he would hear the calling and he would answer it and he would not shy away from it? He's lost track of the years but there's not a time in recent history that doesn't include members of his blood. Within this industry, they had spilled so much of it, that it has become part of it in many ways, it was unavoidable, no one gets to walk away. Yet despite everything, walking away, trying to have a life, on a farm, as far removed from here as possible, thinking it was all over, he heard it, the voices within his head, a calling, someone else, lingering within the darkness of his mind. At his lowest , he'd been there, holding the company together in ways he appreciated more than he could say, in ways he probably couldn't understand, but he'd watched himself mourn, had seen the way shadows darkened his features when he thought he was alone, but he'd watched  had seen the way grief settled on his shoulders in a way he understood and knowing that it was his brother that had had this effect? He knew what loss was like, he has lost so many people in his life, that he wonders, if he was being punished for past sins.

He's thankful someone like Uncle Howdy remembers -



Hes thankful that Uncle Howdy has not left him yet -

‘What is it like, to be in so much pain -’

Lips purse as the voices questions him , brows pinching yet somehow his features remain soft . No one has dared ask about the pain, dared to break past the purpose and promise, too afraid to push him towards a ledge that they're all so convinced he's teetering at, that one day he will do something stupid, one day, he will do something he regrets. Having an honest question is refreshing after all of the tiptoeing, acting as if he'd break if someone looked at him wrong. He doesn't want to be pitied … he's done that enough for himself. He has had enough of that within his life, he has had enough of people thinking his family is cursed, and that with all that has happened, he has been marked as being next to fall into the darkness. “It reminds me, that I am alive, all my life, I have been pretending, hiding behind smiles, laughter, parading around like a clown, my entire life, joking and amusing others, all in the effort to hide it, this business is soul destroying, and my soul has been dead for some time.” He glanced down for the moment, knowing that, if things had not gone the way they did, he would never have come back here. “I had to come back, I had to be here, I had to return, it is calling to me, that the job is yet to be done, that I am still needed here.” He hummed softly, knowing that, this was part of him, there was no running away, there was no backing out of this, there was no, just thinking, he could retire, and live a normal life.

He shifts, arms crossing lightly over his chest before he turns his gaze towards him, eyes soft as he gives him a slow nod. Seeing the darkness before his very eyes, the image of the creature he was meant to become, but he was not there yet, he was nowhere near there yet. “Pain, makes you feel alive, it reminds you, that we are all living creatures, if you don't embrace the pain, you'll never climb out of the pit you have fallen into. He wouldn't want me to dwell on the pain … There's too much else to remember, it doesn't go away if that's what you're asking, it is forever going to remain part of me.” He knew he would never shake these feelings off himself, they are forever going to be part of him, linked with him, something he cannot escape and now, something he does not want to escape. “Now I know, that I was meant to be here, and with this sorrow in my heart, this pain that eats at me, after all of these years, I finally believe, I am ready to step out of his shadow, and into the light and show him, that even with the weight on my shoulders, my heart aching, I know, I can be the person, he wished for me to be.” As he sighed, held his hands and lowered forward and rested his head against them, knowing that, dark days were coming here, and he was bringing them.






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



Tony Chimel: From Kyoto, Japan. weighing in at 229 pounds...Shinsuke...Nakamura!

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

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



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

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



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

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


VS


DING DING DING


Nakamura gets caught off guard when Vincent runs right at him and Clothesline him in the corner! He follows that up with some Axe Edge Chops. He keeps going and going until the ref has to basically pull him away. Nakamura retreats to the nearing corner holding his chest but Vincent grabs him from behind and pulls him in for a Saito Suplex! He goes for the pin right away!



1 . . .



Nakamura kicks out and rolls out of the ring.


Tom Phillips: Looks like Shinsuke wasn't expecting such a full frontal assault.

Corey Graves: Well yeah he didn't even give his opponent time to get ready.

Mauro Ranallo: When you compete at this high level you should be ready at all times. You should know this better than anyone Corey.


Nakamura looks to get away but the Horror King is out with him and grabs him, throwing him shoulder first into the Steel Steps! Vincent then puts the boots to him on the outside, taking full advantage of the ref's inability to do much on the outside. He picks up the #1 contender and tosses him back into the ring before going up top. The King of the Ring gets to his feet but gets taken down immediately with a Missile Dropkick! Vincent makes the pin again.



1 . . .



2 . . .



Nakamura kicks out! Vincent leans over him and starts beating him with his fists over and over again until Nakamura catches one of his punches and puts him in a Triangle Choke! Vincent tries to pin Nakamura's shoulders to the mat but Shinsuke is able to move a shoulder up every time the ref gets ready to make the pin. Vincent straightens himself up as best he can to get Nakamura off the mat to begin kicking his back over and over. The King of Strong Style however doesn't let up, taking the power of the kicks to keep the hold locked in. Vincent instead lowers him enough so his head rests on the mat to start stomping his face in. Nakamura finally breaks the hold and rolls away.

He's leaned up against the corner sitting so Vincent charges at him with a Running Knee. Shinsuke rolls out of the way just in time and The Horror King's knee hits the turnbuckle. He hobbles away and so Nakamura gets up and kicks him in the back of the knee. Vincent falls into the ropes prompting Nak to place his knee over his head and choke him out. He does until the count of 4 before backing up. Vincent stands back up and grabs at his throat choking for air. Nakamura runs at him and delivers a Leaping Yakuza Kick before making the pin.



1 . . .



2 . . .



Vincent kicks out!


Corey Graves: The Horror King is no match for the King of Strong Style when it comes to in ring action.

Tom Phillips: Vincent has accomplished so much in UWF. How can you say that?

Corey Graves: He's only a threat when it's a sideshow match. In terms of pure in ring abilities, nobody can match the King of the Ring.


Vincent is up right away but Nakamura again kicks him in the back of the knee to drop him to his knees. He then delivers a series of Shoot Kicks to the chest, each one hitting with a louder thud. Vincent however stops wincing from them and instead smiles and asks for more. Nakamura kicks him a few more times but all it seems to do is make his opponents grin go wider. Nakamura says eff this and backs up for


Corey Graves: KIIINNSSHHHHAAAAASAAAAAAAA!


1 . . .



2 . . .



Vincent kicks out! The crowd is stunned and even Nakamura can't believe it.


Corey Graves: What the hell! That was a slow count ref!

Mauro Ranallo: There was nothing slow about it. The match continues!

Tom Phillips: I think Nakamura may have met his match.

Corey Graves: It's not fair, Vincent has been hit the head so many times it probably doesn't even affect him anymore.


Nakamura brings him up to his feet again from behind and gives him an Inverted Exploder Suplex! Vincent lands with such force that he flips back up to his knees. He's dazed and Nakamura moves in for another Kinshasa but Vincent catches the knee and takes a big bite of his leg! Nak punches him in the face and hobbles away checking his knee. The Horror King laughs but doesn't move from his knees. Nakamura turns back to face him and walks over to him but Vincent jumps into the air and plants him with the Jump Scare! He makes the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



Nakamura kicks out! Vincent stands up and bring up Nakamura by his hair. He goes to lift him onto his shoulders for Mori but Shinsuke slips off behind him and grabs his waist to deliver a Release German Suplex! Vincent lands high on his neck which makes him flop over and get to his feet. He' stumbling round though and ends up falling down into the corner. The King of the Ring walks over and places his foot on his neck, giving him some Good Vibrations! The ref counts to 3 and Nakamura lets up.

Vincent crawls over to the other corner and uses the ropes to help himself up. Nakamura walks over to him but Vincent comes out of the corner to hit a Pump Kick! This staggers Shinsuke back a few paces and so Vincent moves in but eats a Knee to the gut for his troubles. Nakamura follows up with an Axe Kick to the back of the neck! He's not done there tough. He picks him right up and places him onto his shoulders. He smiles right at the camera before giving him the GTS! He makes the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



Vincent kicks out! Nakamura is fazed one bit, instead grabbing his opponent by his dirty dirty dreads and lifts him up for a Suplex but instead throws him forward into the Gourdbuster! He shuffles back with some flair before rushing forward for another Kinshasa! Vincent however ducks the knee and the Kinshasa blazes past him. He turns around and Vincent blasts him with a European Uppercut that knocks him back into the corner. He follows that up with an Forearm Smash in the corner, pulling him out and then giving him some Inksanity! He makes the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



Nakamura kicks out!


Tom Phillips: Vincent has been taking it to Nakamura this match but he has yet to find a way to put him down for good.

Corey Graves: He's the reigning King of the Ring. You think if anyone has an easy answer, he'd have gotten this far?


Vincent rolls to the outside and ends up walking over to the timekeeper's area. He grabs the Prime Time Medal and palms it, coming back into the ring. The ref was busy checking on the Medal holder and doesn't see that Vincent's fist is loaded. Nakamura is getting to his feet and Vincent goes to punch him but Nakamura ends up kicking his arm away and then gives him a few Shoot Kicks to the chest. He backs up and yells out before going for a Roundhouse but Vincent ducks and then decks Shinsuke with the loaded fist! He goes down and makes the pin!



1 . . .



2 . . .



Nakamura gets the shoulder up! Vincent looks surprised but that look turns into a big grin. He grabs the Medalist and brings him up to his feet once more before bringing him onto his shoulders. He starts to wrench him in the Torture Rack but Nakamura reaches down and grabs at his eyes, raking them until he falls behind him. Vincent grabs at his face and walks to the corner but Shinsuke is hot on his trail, lifting him up and placing him across the ropes. He rolls away to his feet and sprints forward to knee him right in the sternum! Vincent rolls towards the center of the ring and tries to get to his feet.


Corey Graves: Looks like Nakamura has him in position to finish him off for good.

Mauro Ranallo: Phrasing Corey.

Corey Graves: Shut it you idiot!


Nakamura goes to move in but Chris Adonis jumps the rail and grabs at his foot. Shinsuke pulls his leg away and looks at him, daring him to come into the ring. Vincent however comes over and pushes him into the ropes, rolling him up!



1 . . .



2 . . .



3 . . .



Tony Chimel: Here is your winner, and NEW holder of the Prime Time Medal, Vincent!



Nakamura kicks out just a second too late. Vincent laughs as he grab the medal off the mat, having dropped it earlier. Nakamura doesn't even look at Vincent, instead just staring at Adonis who is smiling at having costs him the match. Nakamura however just smiles back. He doesn't really seem to have a care in the world about losing the medal. Adonis sees that's it nor really affecting him and his smile fades. He starts to just stare him down and backs away while Shinsuke doesn't take his eyes off of him. Nakamura exits the ring and heads back up the ramp, not even bothering to look towards the new Prime Time Medal holder. Vincent looks at the medal and mouths to the camera "I'm coming back for you". A message to O'Reilly. Vincent places the medal around his neck and falls to his knees laughing as the show comes to a close.



END OF SHOW



Credits


Vincent vs Nakamura - Danny
Buzzard vs Rollins - Jamie Hayter
Rude vs McIntyre - Fauche
Daughters of Darkness vs Prime Superstars, O'Reilly vs Dempsey - Jye

[AndyDNU]

Another solid edition of Revolution to keep us rolling on to Summerslam. Nice work on the whole from this weeks contributors.

I’m often curious as to what prompts the inclusions of certain unorthodox guys and girls that wind up in matches. In this case Logan’s team picks were odd but also satisfying and it’s progressed the feud with Hayter and Ripley quite nicely.

My apologies to Mattchewie for not being able act earlier and get a thread started. Glad though that we’ve been able to make up for that in a way with the MITB involvement.

Charlie Dempsey with a big win and some real momentum on his side. If Crann can keep that going for an extended run then I see big things on the horizon.

Kind of a shocking ending in a way with Vincent taking the PTM following shenanigans from Adonis to screw Nakamura out of the gold (assuming that’s it’s colour ofc). A bit of a bump in the road for Shinsuke on his quest for all the glories but it’s furthered things between him and Knight pretty well.

Thank you to the match writing efforts of Danny, Fauche, Jamie Hayter & Jye. Looking forward to seeing what this coming weeks round of TTs has to offer.

[Fauche]

Big night for the death of streaks. Been a sec since Kyle got beat, I think a minute since Seth got beat, a first-time-ever for Shinsuke got beat plus Rude taking a pin also. Real indicative of a very unpredictable Summerslam card coming down the pip

Big fan of the Paul / Hayter+Ripley feud going on and all the ways those two are finding to make a non-title feud real creative. Stoked to see how a Prime vs Rockstar Match plays out. Also great to have Yolo back. Idk anything about Chase U but our boy always brings the good when he's around. Also also looks like we got a new Bo Dallas so that's exciting too.

Big ups to Jye for writing a banger match for Dempsey / O'Reilly - also for all the seggy's throughout the show building their feud with the Guevara return and the colab with Regal. Absolutely loving Crann's Regal / Dempsey thing, that thread was a whole lot of fun. He's got Regal's voice and mannerisms so dialed in. Crann's had a lot of excellent characters over the years and this could be recency bias but I think this combo already in my top three faves from him.

There was a hypothetical future where maybe Nakamura was about to be the next guy to try and be co-UWF and IC Champ and I was thinking that might be a fun little feud to be involved with if we both got out of Summerslam alive with the gold (big what if on account of LA Knight's tops and this mf'er Seth Rollins is barking up my tree, obvs). But now we got Vincent with the Prizz Tizz Mizzle and, gord willing, that means that there's a chance of a chance that we get to run back Kyle and Vincent through those spooky season shows like Bad Blood and Halloween Havoc and bah gawd that sounds like a good time, too (again, if we can both hold on to the gold stuff long enough). So who knows! But maybe! Massive congrats to Dres for racking up the first W over Nakamura - that's another big ol' feather in Vincent's very feather'd cap.

Shouts outs to Jye for busting out two matches and also Jamie for getting one in too that's rad. Summerslam's still a few weeks off but never too early to volunteer to write one of them matches!

Heartbroken by the lack of updates in the Eddie / Eve saga this week, but maybe the building anticipation is a good thing.