Post by crann on Nov 7, 2018 15:28:38 GMT -6
“A wise man once said… those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”
A muffled voice plays through. Nothing familiar. Just blank noise. A rose, in the colour of black slowly peels across the screen.
“That proves true to almost everyone who steps foot in the UWF. Stubborn. Gits. They walk in here with clear intentions. Intentions that quickly dissolve. Within a week, they’re off your television screens for good. Poof. Into thin air. Nobody convinces them otherwise, not even these people you like to call “heroes”.”
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“You need someone you can believe in, someone that actually cares about doing the right thing. A hero. Although my presence is only heard and not felt, it will maintain it’s life around you. It will absorb those who least expect it, and dispose with them with a snap of the fingers.”
“When you least expect it.”
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with my broadcast partner Matt Striker LIVE from a sold-out Rogers Arena in my home province of British Columbia, Canada!
Matt Striker: Yes, indeed, we're coming to you from Hollywood North and we have a loaded show tonight including some tag team action between the Hired Gunns and World Warriors to get us going.
Mauro Ranallo: That's right, Matt. That's not all, though! In the main event, the Prime Time Championship will once again be defended by Drew McIntyre, who is trying to complete his trio of defenses needed to cash in on the title's stipulation.
Matt Striker: On top of that, Team Resistance Captain Jeff Hardy will try to dodge yet another bullet as he collides with the Villain, Marty Scurll, in singles action.
Mauro Ranallo: And Vampiro will look to inspire some fear in the heart of the implacable Scott Steiner.
Matt Striker: Finally, Vinny Marseglia will look to collect his trifecta of wins over the brand's champions when he collides with the Velveteen Dream in No Holds Barred action. But first, we're going to go backstage where Constable Baron Corbin will attempt to rally the troops ahead of Survivor Series!
The scene opens up with the UWF Resistance locker room when all of a sudden a familiar voice is heard.
??: Gentleman this is an opportunity of a lifetime. We can’t let this squander and pass us by. Do you really think that right now Revolution is looking at us as a threat? Well newsflash for you folks they aren’t. And why is that? Why is it that Revolution isn’t looking at us as a threat?
The camera pans during the middle of the speech and it is Constable Corbin and he is with the rest of team resistance in the locker room.
Constable Corbin: It is because we're young. It is because they just view us as the new brand. They’re Nike and we’re well were like an off brand nike with the swoosh backwards. That is how Ethan views us. He may be friendly with Drake, but when that man speaks I know he is mocking us. So it is most important that at Survivor Series we don’t leave any doubt, and we leave showing resistance as the premiere brand of the UWF.
Corbin isn’t well liked so most of this is falling on deaf ears Corbin is looking to talk but then Kenny Omega steps in.
Kenny Omega: Trust me, there’s no doubt in my mind we’re walking out of Survivor Series the winners. I mean just look at the opposition, two of those bozos are calling themselves “Captain” while fighting over the same chick. That’s a combustible element right there, but us on the other hand? Hey, we’re the closest we’ll get to a round table. I won’t debate who’s captain, because at the end of the day Corbin, I’m focused on doing my part and knocking some of those dickwads into next week.
The constable nods, seemingly pleased by this response.
Constable Corbin: Good Kenny I am glad someone is thinking rationally over here. Look the enemy isn’t each other, it is those bozos from the other brand they’re the enemies. Vinny you ready to finally prove your worth to this brand?
Marseglia eyes Corbin with a contempt as he responds.
Vinny Marseglia: Look, Baron, there’s a few reasons I think you need to quit while you’re ahead. For starters, you’re a loser telling proven competitors what you think they need to do to win. Secondly, what’s a “Constable” to a, “King”? And thirdly, hearing you and looking at you just genuinely irritates me.
The camera pans back to Corbin, who looks genuinely hurt, but only for a moment before he responds with some contempt of his own.
Constable Corbin: How rude of you Vinny. Just looking at you irritates me. The fact you’re still on this roster irritates me, but Drake believes in you so I believe in you. You’re just a made up King, but I am a real Constable. I am here to make sure Resistance is the best brand possible, and if that is trusting in you then I have to...
Grado steps between the two men and puts a hand on Corbin's sweater-vested chest.
Grado: Woah Nelly! Easy thaur baldie, thes dude is a psychopath I’d watch whit yoo’re plannin' on sayin to him'. But as fur as the match Ah know ye probably see me as a joke but thes joke is ready tae get serioos sae ye don’t need tae teel me hoo we ur th' underdogs, coz Ah awreddy know. As fur the person ye shoods really be peppin' up, IT’S YERSEL!
Corbin pushes Grado's hand aside and points right in his face.
Constable Corbin: Grado you and your little group you’re nothing but clowns. I don’t know what Drake ever saw in you. Though if he trusts in you I guess I will put a little bit of fate into you. Look Grado despite not understanding half the words you just said I do agree you’re a joke. I don’t know what you’re trying to say at the end but it’s okay cause nothing could be a bigger joke than the supposive captain of this team. Jeff aren’t you the leader? Aren’t you the man? What is up with you. You’re literally letting everyone down in this room. Where is the intensity where is the charisma that I expect from Jeff Hardy.
The camera now pans to the Team Resistance captain, who seems introspective as he speaks.
Jeff Hardy: Look… no, seriously, everyone take a look around. You see any Hulk Hogan’s? Any Stone Cold Steve Austin’s or Ric Flair’s? Nah man. We’re not the ideal sports entertainment superstar types. We’re the weirdos. Freakshows and oddballs and misfits, all in our own way. This whole industry was built using this one kind of mold and none of us fit the bill. The thought’s even crossed my mind once or twice that they made a second brand just to have a place to stick guys like us, keep us out of the way.
Why? Cause we don’t fit in, and when we try to, it stirs the pot. That’s what Resistance means, at least to me — that there’s this outdated concept about what pro-wrestling can and should be and that somebody needs to fight to change that. They say that Revolution was the evolution the UWF needed to survive, but I’d argue it still needs to take one step further. We are that step, and I’m proud to go into Survivor Series with the weight of that mission on my shoulders.
I don’t consider myself the captain of this team. Hell, we’ve got Kenny Omega, the hottest prospect in the game today. We’ve got Jimmy Uso, multiple-time champion here. We’ve got Grado, longest reigning hardcore champ in company history and exactly the kind of wildcard we need… and to top it off, Vinny Marseglia, the craziest S.O.B. I’ve ever fought in my entire life. And that’s saying something. We’re a unit. It ain’t pretty, it ain’t cohesive and it sure ain’t built to last, but I truly believe that for one night only, we can come together to be the most dangerous team anybody has ever seen.
Corbin, you can question whether or not my beat up body is up to task, but don’t you ever question my heart. I look at the guys I get to go to war with and despite whatever differences we have, it fills me with this… this freakin’ energy man! I’ve never been more ready for a fight. Don’t doubt me.
Now the camera pans back to Corbin, who laughs aloud and claps his hands together.
Constable Corbin: That is it! That is what I was looking for. You see boys this is why I am the Constable of the UWF. I know what we need! That is why Drake trusted me in this assignment to pump you guys up. You see Resistance were a team. Were not just individuals looking for glory were individuals looking to team up for the better of everyone. We are only as strong as our weakest link, and if our weakest link happens to be Jimmy Uso then so be it. Cause at the end of the day we have each others backs and that it is what most important. Now team why don’t we break here. I got a chant for us. Okay say it with me.. Every-
BAM!
Jimmy and Jey Uso superkick Constable Corbin in the face, knocking him out. The rest of team Resistance just stands there silent for a few moments, and then nod in approval at what the Uso’s did. The team Resistance go their separate ways as Constable Corbin is shown laid out.
The feed goes to a press conference which happened during the week, McIntyre is addressing the public about his loss to Marseglia, The background seems to be at the UWF training facilities infront of a ring post. The camera moves closer to McIntyre's face as the Psychopath begins to speak...
Drew McIntyre
Before my match this coming Resistance, I came out to address the events of last weeks match. I went into he match thinking that Marseglia had lost IT, the thing I failed to notice is that I woke the demon inside again I was facing Marseglia at his best. I had tempted the ... out of Marseglia from the deep, I got burned by the hell fire. The simple matter of the fact is at my best I was unable to conquer Marseglia today but next time we will meet I will gain retribution. I will be the man raising my hand in victory, how do I know? Well...
McIntyre shrugs to himself as he ask the question, McIntyre continues speaking....
The look in Marseglia’s eyes had that look of doubt that on any other day that he would of been buried like the victims before him. He will learn fear, It takes more than three seconds to keep Armageddon down. Marseglia and my paths are destined to cross again, In a way his career and mine have been destined to meet since he defeated my former business partner, Sammy Guevara, He is one of the reasons I realized that I was being held back from being the walking Armageddon that I was supposed to be. I am no pushover I will gain vengeance on Marseglia for this loss. I know that next time we meet the stakes will be much higher and that doubt he has will fester as the fear of retribution looms over him. In due time though because this week I have to focus on what's important the title right here on my shoulder, This right here...
McIntyre looks down to his title on his shoulder, McIntyre takes a few seconds to smile, McIntyre looks pleased as he grabs the title by the strap, McIntyre raises the title to the press as he continues to speak, as he lowers it back down holding it by the strap....
Jimmy Uso what can I say I'm impressed over your victory over Bo Dallas last week, you did what I failed to do. You made it to the survivor series team, the thing you're going to need is hope that last weeks loss doesn't turn me into the monster you so fear, alas the loss last week is going to unleash a beast from within. You'll be going to survivor series on a stretcher and if your family members want to join you they are welcome to be placed under my watch in the Resistance Penitentiary, The warden of UWF will make sure to place you back in your cell...
Jimmy least not forget I am the one who man handled and victimized you in the Beat The Clock challenge, I came out with the victory and my hand, I am going to do it all over again and make sure this time you get the message, that this title is on lock down around my shoulder. So Uce do me a favor and bring your whole family out for the massacre it would be my pleasure to make them look on as you are unable to respond to their pleas of help...
McIntyre moves away from the press as the flash of the photography begins, The press take photos of McIntyre leaving out the side door, McIntyre flicks the title back around his shoulder before leaving the room...
The UWF feed cuts to backstage opening on Leyton Buzzard. Leyton looks like he hasn't slept for the past two weeks since Vampiro got Hendry, Leyton looks dead on the inside...
Leyton Buzzard
Joe.. Hendry... Local... hero.....
Leyton looks down upset as he realizes he has lost Hendry for good, Leyton looks up as Grado and Boar come up to him, Leyton looks happy for a fleeting second beforeh his depression takes over...
...
Grado:” “Oh guid day, yoo’re Hendry’s wee mucker reit? Ach man ye loch like absolute shite, whit happened?”
You know... Joe Hendry was my only friend, I begged and pleaded with EC3 to Resistance when I learned he was coming to UWF. Now VAMPIRO has taken it all away from me just like Erin lost everything in Attack on Titan, or when Shaun in Shaun of the dead had to kill his...
Grado looks offended at spoilers, Grado stops Boar from attacking Leyton, Leyton backs up before going back to his defeated look...
The Proletariat Boar:”Ok kid I get your sad and stuff but did you really have to ruin Attack on Titan for me? I was waiting for season to be over until I binge all of it!”
Grado:“Yeah! nae tae mention 'dat Low Ki stole our copy ay Shaun ay th' Deid sae we can’t watch 'at film even if we wanted too.”
Leyton's eyes lighten up as he doesnt seem to be listening to ---, Leyton stands up excited as he has an idea...
The Daemon needs to be slain, Vampiro will not get away with this I know what I have to do, I have to challenge him to a barbed wire deathmatch next week on Resistance, You guys can be in my corner. I might need your help with this, We could rid Resistance of the Daemon...
The two men laugh at Leyton as he says he want's a death match with Vampiro...
The Proletariat Boar:”No way kid, we are not gonna help you fulfill your death wish. Don’t wanna have a murder on my conscience."
Grado “Aren’t ye a lunatic! Vampiro will kill ye in thee seconds flat, ye are loch a fly compared tae heem. If ye go trough with that idea of yoors weel 'theen yer death will hae a body bodie tae blam.YERSEL!”
Grado and Boar run off laughing at Leyton..
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first:
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make thier way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into thier Corner.
Micheal Buffer: Representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!
Grado and Boar move to their corner and start talking strategy as they await their opponents.
The lights cut out, as the arena is bathed in darkness. The opening notes to "O, Canada" begin playing, and everyone in attendance knows exactly what to expect to come on next.
...IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID "I'M ANGRY"
The lights come right back on and the fans cheer as the Billies, Gunn and Kidman, run out onto the stage with excitement flashing in their eyes. The pair are almost taken aback by the amount of approval from the crowd, each taken a few steps back, accidentally bumping into each other. When they feel the bump into each other, the two decide to strike a pose towards the camera like they are on some sort of B-level buddy cop film that goes straight to DVD, both smiling for the camera with their arms crossed.
Michael Buffer: "Weighing in at a combined weight of 483 lbs, Billy Gunn...Billy Kidman...THE HIIIIIIREEEEDDDDDDDDDD GUUUUUUNNNSSSSS!!!!!"
After the introduction, Gunn and Kidman begin walking down the ramp, continuing to play to the crowd the entire way down, giving out high fives, too sweets, the like.
They soon arrive at the foot of the ramp, and each take a corner of the ring by the entrance ramp. The two then run towards each other, and barely avoid each other as they slide into the other side of the ring, popping right back up to their feet and then onto the second rope where they pose once more, letting out a yell to the crowd to get them even more amped up, before then hopping down and preparing themselves for the match ahead.\
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
The match gets underway with the Proletariat Boar and Billy Gunn in ring, Grado and Kidman taking their places in their respective corners. Boar quickly circles Gunn, who is a little slower but equally as measured. The pair tie up, the Boar using his strength against Gunn to pivot and push him back into the World Warriors' corner before throwing some side elbows to the face. Boar has Gunn trapped and the elbows have a withering effect as he lands them one after the other, then quickly tags in Grado. The Scot enters the ring and Boar drags Gunn out of the corner, each of them taking a side for a suplex! Gunn arches his back but Grado quickly flattens him out as he goes for an early cover, not even netting a one-count.
Mauro Ranallo: An early tag and cover from the World Warriors, who are perhaps showing their inexperience in the ring here.
Matt Striker: Either that, or trying to steal a quick win so they can get back to their video games.
Grado pulls Gunn to his feet and whips him into the ropes, then doubles over for a back body drop, but Gunn stops and punts him right on the jaw. Grado shoots up to a vertical and Gunn grabs him in a belly-to-belly clutch, then hits a suplex of his own. Billy gets to his feet and grabs Grado by the hair, dragging him up and sending him into a corner before hitting a corner lariat. Gunn then leads Grado out of the corner for a quick hip toss and locks in a headlock on his downed opponent, looking to wear Grado out early as he torques the hold. Grado struggles against it, trying to get his fingers under Gunn's massive, muscular arm before finally just taking a different tack and slowly fighting up to one knee, then to both in a doubled-over position. As he does this, Gunn leads him to his corner and tags in Kidman, then releases the hold to drive a hard elbow into Grado's back that sends him to all fours as Kidman climbs up top and hits a double foot stomp on his back! Grado is flattened and Gunn steps out of the ring as Kidman rolls the Scot over and hooks the leg.
1...
...NO!
Grado kicks out! The fans cheer, but they're behind both teams in this match-up so it's somewhat reserved. Kidman pulls Grado to his feet and then unloads with a combination of kicks and strikes that drive him all the way back to the World Warriors' corner. As he does, Boar tags himself in and steps into the ring. Kidman looks up the full half a foot that Boar towers over him and smiles, then proceeds to try to chop the big tree down with hard chops to the chest. Boar just no-sells the blows, then picks Kidman up and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Boar gets to his feet quickly.
Matt Striker: Pig Daddy Cool with a sidewalk slam that you could feel in the cheap seats.
Mauro Ranallo: Tell me that isn't actually his nickname. Is that actually the boar's nickname?
While Ranallo tries to sort that out with the ringside staff, Boar pulls Kidman to his feet and sends him off the ropes, then lifts him up and slams him down with a big spinebuster! Kidman's back arches as he writhes on the canvas, Boar following him when he rolls for the apron and pulling him back into the ring before grabbing the top rope for leverage and unloading with a series of nasty stomps to the chest. The blows land soundly on Kidman, who sells each with convincing pain as Boar finishes up on fifteen and stomps away to the opposite side of the ring, then drops into a three-point stance, lining Kidman up for the Boar! Kidman grabs the ropes and gets to his feet, seemingly unwittingly, then turns as Boar tears in his direction looking for the spear. Kidman, however, has it scouted as he leaps clean over Boar's head and when Boar gets back to his vertical and turns around, he does so into a superkick from Kidman! Boar stumbles back into the ropes and then rebounds as Kidman leaps up and hits a headscissors takedown! Kidman quickly scrambles for his corner and tags in Gunn, who enters the ring as Boar crawls toward his own corner and dashes across intending to hit the Fame Asser! As Gunn leaps, Boar rolls, however, and Billy hits nothing but air as he lands on his own ass! Boar makes the hot tag and Grado enters the ring, Gunn getting to his feet and both men trading nasty rights until Grado starts to hulk up, no selling the blows as he delivers his own! The fans are loving it as they cheer loudly for the lad from the tap end o' Stevenston.
Mauro Ranallo: Grado's hulking up here and Gunn could be in trouble!
Matt Striker: I never thought I'd hear anyone say that coming into this match-up.
Grado sends Gunn off the ropes and on the rebound, he hits a kick to the gut and drops Gunn with a Stunner! The fans are rowdy as Grado goes right for the cover!
1...
2...
...NO!
Gunn gets the shoulder up! The fans collectively gasp as Grado gets to his feet, shaking his head and wagging a finger. Then he drops down onto all fours and starts slamming the canvas Randy Orton style!
Matt Striker: You don't think...
Mauro Ranallo: He's going for it, Striker! Grado's looking to finish this match!
As Gunn slowly gets to his feet and stumbles around, Grado leaps and goes for the RK-Grado outta nowhere! Gunn shoves him off however, and Grado lands harmlessly on the canvas before Gunn hits him with a quick elbow drop! Grado rolls away but Gunn's quick to his feet as he tags in Kidman, then pulls Grado up and hits an atomic drop as Kidman enters the ring! Grado stumbles toward Kidman who is quick to hit a dropkick to the chest, sending Grado stumbling into a leg sweep from Gunn as Kidman scrambles to the top rope to hit the Shooting Star Press! Kidman hooks the leg as the fans are practically at riot-level with the cheering.
1...
2...
...NO! Boar breaks up the pinfall!
The air leaves the room as the fans collect themselves, Boar getting to his feet just in time to see Gunn charging at him. Boar lifts the boot and connects flush with Gunn's jaw, leveling him, before turning around to see Kidman leaping off the top! Boar catches him and hoists him onto the shoulders, then hits the Baconator! With both of the Gunns out in the ring, Boar throws Grado on top of Kidman for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia the World Warriors might be about to take this!
1...
2...
...NO!
Kidman unbelievably kicks out! Boar almost tears his mask off in frustration as he steps out to his corner, Gunn having rolled out to his own and both lean over the ropes, urging their man to make the tag. Kidman drags himself toward the Gunns' corner, Grado toward the Warriors', and both make the tag at the exact same moment as Boar steps into the ring a half-step faster, charging Gunn and hitting the Gore! He hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...NO! Billy Gunn gets a foot on the ropes!
Matt Striker: What's it going to take to put a finish to this match up?
Mauro Ranallo: These men were all fun and games in the lead-up but they're giving each other everything they've got and then some now.
A muffled voice plays through. Nothing familiar. Just blank noise. A rose, in the colour of black slowly peels across the screen.
“That proves true to almost everyone who steps foot in the UWF. Stubborn. Gits. They walk in here with clear intentions. Intentions that quickly dissolve. Within a week, they’re off your television screens for good. Poof. Into thin air. Nobody convinces them otherwise, not even these people you like to call “heroes”.”
“You need someone you can believe in, someone that actually cares about doing the right thing. A hero. Although my presence is only heard and not felt, it will maintain it’s life around you. It will absorb those who least expect it, and dispose with them with a snap of the fingers.”
“When you least expect it.”
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with my broadcast partner Matt Striker LIVE from a sold-out Rogers Arena in my home province of British Columbia, Canada!
Matt Striker: Yes, indeed, we're coming to you from Hollywood North and we have a loaded show tonight including some tag team action between the Hired Gunns and World Warriors to get us going.
Mauro Ranallo: That's right, Matt. That's not all, though! In the main event, the Prime Time Championship will once again be defended by Drew McIntyre, who is trying to complete his trio of defenses needed to cash in on the title's stipulation.
Matt Striker: On top of that, Team Resistance Captain Jeff Hardy will try to dodge yet another bullet as he collides with the Villain, Marty Scurll, in singles action.
Mauro Ranallo: And Vampiro will look to inspire some fear in the heart of the implacable Scott Steiner.
Matt Striker: Finally, Vinny Marseglia will look to collect his trifecta of wins over the brand's champions when he collides with the Velveteen Dream in No Holds Barred action. But first, we're going to go backstage where Constable Baron Corbin will attempt to rally the troops ahead of Survivor Series!
The scene opens up with the UWF Resistance locker room when all of a sudden a familiar voice is heard.
??: Gentleman this is an opportunity of a lifetime. We can’t let this squander and pass us by. Do you really think that right now Revolution is looking at us as a threat? Well newsflash for you folks they aren’t. And why is that? Why is it that Revolution isn’t looking at us as a threat?
The camera pans during the middle of the speech and it is Constable Corbin and he is with the rest of team resistance in the locker room.
Constable Corbin: It is because we're young. It is because they just view us as the new brand. They’re Nike and we’re well were like an off brand nike with the swoosh backwards. That is how Ethan views us. He may be friendly with Drake, but when that man speaks I know he is mocking us. So it is most important that at Survivor Series we don’t leave any doubt, and we leave showing resistance as the premiere brand of the UWF.
Corbin isn’t well liked so most of this is falling on deaf ears Corbin is looking to talk but then Kenny Omega steps in.
Kenny Omega: Trust me, there’s no doubt in my mind we’re walking out of Survivor Series the winners. I mean just look at the opposition, two of those bozos are calling themselves “Captain” while fighting over the same chick. That’s a combustible element right there, but us on the other hand? Hey, we’re the closest we’ll get to a round table. I won’t debate who’s captain, because at the end of the day Corbin, I’m focused on doing my part and knocking some of those dickwads into next week.
The constable nods, seemingly pleased by this response.
Constable Corbin: Good Kenny I am glad someone is thinking rationally over here. Look the enemy isn’t each other, it is those bozos from the other brand they’re the enemies. Vinny you ready to finally prove your worth to this brand?
Marseglia eyes Corbin with a contempt as he responds.
Vinny Marseglia: Look, Baron, there’s a few reasons I think you need to quit while you’re ahead. For starters, you’re a loser telling proven competitors what you think they need to do to win. Secondly, what’s a “Constable” to a, “King”? And thirdly, hearing you and looking at you just genuinely irritates me.
The camera pans back to Corbin, who looks genuinely hurt, but only for a moment before he responds with some contempt of his own.
Constable Corbin: How rude of you Vinny. Just looking at you irritates me. The fact you’re still on this roster irritates me, but Drake believes in you so I believe in you. You’re just a made up King, but I am a real Constable. I am here to make sure Resistance is the best brand possible, and if that is trusting in you then I have to...
Grado steps between the two men and puts a hand on Corbin's sweater-vested chest.
Grado: Woah Nelly! Easy thaur baldie, thes dude is a psychopath I’d watch whit yoo’re plannin' on sayin to him'. But as fur as the match Ah know ye probably see me as a joke but thes joke is ready tae get serioos sae ye don’t need tae teel me hoo we ur th' underdogs, coz Ah awreddy know. As fur the person ye shoods really be peppin' up, IT’S YERSEL!
Corbin pushes Grado's hand aside and points right in his face.
Constable Corbin: Grado you and your little group you’re nothing but clowns. I don’t know what Drake ever saw in you. Though if he trusts in you I guess I will put a little bit of fate into you. Look Grado despite not understanding half the words you just said I do agree you’re a joke. I don’t know what you’re trying to say at the end but it’s okay cause nothing could be a bigger joke than the supposive captain of this team. Jeff aren’t you the leader? Aren’t you the man? What is up with you. You’re literally letting everyone down in this room. Where is the intensity where is the charisma that I expect from Jeff Hardy.
The camera now pans to the Team Resistance captain, who seems introspective as he speaks.
Jeff Hardy: Look… no, seriously, everyone take a look around. You see any Hulk Hogan’s? Any Stone Cold Steve Austin’s or Ric Flair’s? Nah man. We’re not the ideal sports entertainment superstar types. We’re the weirdos. Freakshows and oddballs and misfits, all in our own way. This whole industry was built using this one kind of mold and none of us fit the bill. The thought’s even crossed my mind once or twice that they made a second brand just to have a place to stick guys like us, keep us out of the way.
Why? Cause we don’t fit in, and when we try to, it stirs the pot. That’s what Resistance means, at least to me — that there’s this outdated concept about what pro-wrestling can and should be and that somebody needs to fight to change that. They say that Revolution was the evolution the UWF needed to survive, but I’d argue it still needs to take one step further. We are that step, and I’m proud to go into Survivor Series with the weight of that mission on my shoulders.
I don’t consider myself the captain of this team. Hell, we’ve got Kenny Omega, the hottest prospect in the game today. We’ve got Jimmy Uso, multiple-time champion here. We’ve got Grado, longest reigning hardcore champ in company history and exactly the kind of wildcard we need… and to top it off, Vinny Marseglia, the craziest S.O.B. I’ve ever fought in my entire life. And that’s saying something. We’re a unit. It ain’t pretty, it ain’t cohesive and it sure ain’t built to last, but I truly believe that for one night only, we can come together to be the most dangerous team anybody has ever seen.
Corbin, you can question whether or not my beat up body is up to task, but don’t you ever question my heart. I look at the guys I get to go to war with and despite whatever differences we have, it fills me with this… this freakin’ energy man! I’ve never been more ready for a fight. Don’t doubt me.
Now the camera pans back to Corbin, who laughs aloud and claps his hands together.
Constable Corbin: That is it! That is what I was looking for. You see boys this is why I am the Constable of the UWF. I know what we need! That is why Drake trusted me in this assignment to pump you guys up. You see Resistance were a team. Were not just individuals looking for glory were individuals looking to team up for the better of everyone. We are only as strong as our weakest link, and if our weakest link happens to be Jimmy Uso then so be it. Cause at the end of the day we have each others backs and that it is what most important. Now team why don’t we break here. I got a chant for us. Okay say it with me.. Every-
BAM!
Jimmy and Jey Uso superkick Constable Corbin in the face, knocking him out. The rest of team Resistance just stands there silent for a few moments, and then nod in approval at what the Uso’s did. The team Resistance go their separate ways as Constable Corbin is shown laid out.
The feed goes to a press conference which happened during the week, McIntyre is addressing the public about his loss to Marseglia, The background seems to be at the UWF training facilities infront of a ring post. The camera moves closer to McIntyre's face as the Psychopath begins to speak...
Drew McIntyre
Before my match this coming Resistance, I came out to address the events of last weeks match. I went into he match thinking that Marseglia had lost IT, the thing I failed to notice is that I woke the demon inside again I was facing Marseglia at his best. I had tempted the ... out of Marseglia from the deep, I got burned by the hell fire. The simple matter of the fact is at my best I was unable to conquer Marseglia today but next time we will meet I will gain retribution. I will be the man raising my hand in victory, how do I know? Well...
McIntyre shrugs to himself as he ask the question, McIntyre continues speaking....
The look in Marseglia’s eyes had that look of doubt that on any other day that he would of been buried like the victims before him. He will learn fear, It takes more than three seconds to keep Armageddon down. Marseglia and my paths are destined to cross again, In a way his career and mine have been destined to meet since he defeated my former business partner, Sammy Guevara, He is one of the reasons I realized that I was being held back from being the walking Armageddon that I was supposed to be. I am no pushover I will gain vengeance on Marseglia for this loss. I know that next time we meet the stakes will be much higher and that doubt he has will fester as the fear of retribution looms over him. In due time though because this week I have to focus on what's important the title right here on my shoulder, This right here...
McIntyre looks down to his title on his shoulder, McIntyre takes a few seconds to smile, McIntyre looks pleased as he grabs the title by the strap, McIntyre raises the title to the press as he continues to speak, as he lowers it back down holding it by the strap....
Jimmy Uso what can I say I'm impressed over your victory over Bo Dallas last week, you did what I failed to do. You made it to the survivor series team, the thing you're going to need is hope that last weeks loss doesn't turn me into the monster you so fear, alas the loss last week is going to unleash a beast from within. You'll be going to survivor series on a stretcher and if your family members want to join you they are welcome to be placed under my watch in the Resistance Penitentiary, The warden of UWF will make sure to place you back in your cell...
Jimmy least not forget I am the one who man handled and victimized you in the Beat The Clock challenge, I came out with the victory and my hand, I am going to do it all over again and make sure this time you get the message, that this title is on lock down around my shoulder. So Uce do me a favor and bring your whole family out for the massacre it would be my pleasure to make them look on as you are unable to respond to their pleas of help...
McIntyre moves away from the press as the flash of the photography begins, The press take photos of McIntyre leaving out the side door, McIntyre flicks the title back around his shoulder before leaving the room...
The UWF feed cuts to backstage opening on Leyton Buzzard. Leyton looks like he hasn't slept for the past two weeks since Vampiro got Hendry, Leyton looks dead on the inside...
Leyton Buzzard
Joe.. Hendry... Local... hero.....
Leyton looks down upset as he realizes he has lost Hendry for good, Leyton looks up as Grado and Boar come up to him, Leyton looks happy for a fleeting second beforeh his depression takes over...
...
Grado:” “Oh guid day, yoo’re Hendry’s wee mucker reit? Ach man ye loch like absolute shite, whit happened?”
You know... Joe Hendry was my only friend, I begged and pleaded with EC3 to Resistance when I learned he was coming to UWF. Now VAMPIRO has taken it all away from me just like Erin lost everything in Attack on Titan, or when Shaun in Shaun of the dead had to kill his...
Grado looks offended at spoilers, Grado stops Boar from attacking Leyton, Leyton backs up before going back to his defeated look...
The Proletariat Boar:”Ok kid I get your sad and stuff but did you really have to ruin Attack on Titan for me? I was waiting for season to be over until I binge all of it!”
Grado:“Yeah! nae tae mention 'dat Low Ki stole our copy ay Shaun ay th' Deid sae we can’t watch 'at film even if we wanted too.”
Leyton's eyes lighten up as he doesnt seem to be listening to ---, Leyton stands up excited as he has an idea...
The Daemon needs to be slain, Vampiro will not get away with this I know what I have to do, I have to challenge him to a barbed wire deathmatch next week on Resistance, You guys can be in my corner. I might need your help with this, We could rid Resistance of the Daemon...
The two men laugh at Leyton as he says he want's a death match with Vampiro...
The Proletariat Boar:”No way kid, we are not gonna help you fulfill your death wish. Don’t wanna have a murder on my conscience."
Grado “Aren’t ye a lunatic! Vampiro will kill ye in thee seconds flat, ye are loch a fly compared tae heem. If ye go trough with that idea of yoors weel 'theen yer death will hae a body bodie tae blam.YERSEL!”
Grado and Boar run off laughing at Leyton..
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first:
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancing and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make thier way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into thier Corner.
Micheal Buffer: Representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!
Grado and Boar move to their corner and start talking strategy as they await their opponents.
The lights cut out, as the arena is bathed in darkness. The opening notes to "O, Canada" begin playing, and everyone in attendance knows exactly what to expect to come on next.
...IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK SINCE YOU LOOKED AT ME COCKED YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE AND SAID "I'M ANGRY"
The lights come right back on and the fans cheer as the Billies, Gunn and Kidman, run out onto the stage with excitement flashing in their eyes. The pair are almost taken aback by the amount of approval from the crowd, each taken a few steps back, accidentally bumping into each other. When they feel the bump into each other, the two decide to strike a pose towards the camera like they are on some sort of B-level buddy cop film that goes straight to DVD, both smiling for the camera with their arms crossed.
Michael Buffer: "Weighing in at a combined weight of 483 lbs, Billy Gunn...Billy Kidman...THE HIIIIIIREEEEDDDDDDDDDD GUUUUUUNNNSSSSS!!!!!"
After the introduction, Gunn and Kidman begin walking down the ramp, continuing to play to the crowd the entire way down, giving out high fives, too sweets, the like.
They soon arrive at the foot of the ramp, and each take a corner of the ring by the entrance ramp. The two then run towards each other, and barely avoid each other as they slide into the other side of the ring, popping right back up to their feet and then onto the second rope where they pose once more, letting out a yell to the crowd to get them even more amped up, before then hopping down and preparing themselves for the match ahead.\
-VERSUS- DING DING DING!
The match gets underway with the Proletariat Boar and Billy Gunn in ring, Grado and Kidman taking their places in their respective corners. Boar quickly circles Gunn, who is a little slower but equally as measured. The pair tie up, the Boar using his strength against Gunn to pivot and push him back into the World Warriors' corner before throwing some side elbows to the face. Boar has Gunn trapped and the elbows have a withering effect as he lands them one after the other, then quickly tags in Grado. The Scot enters the ring and Boar drags Gunn out of the corner, each of them taking a side for a suplex! Gunn arches his back but Grado quickly flattens him out as he goes for an early cover, not even netting a one-count.
Mauro Ranallo: An early tag and cover from the World Warriors, who are perhaps showing their inexperience in the ring here.
Matt Striker: Either that, or trying to steal a quick win so they can get back to their video games.
Grado pulls Gunn to his feet and whips him into the ropes, then doubles over for a back body drop, but Gunn stops and punts him right on the jaw. Grado shoots up to a vertical and Gunn grabs him in a belly-to-belly clutch, then hits a suplex of his own. Billy gets to his feet and grabs Grado by the hair, dragging him up and sending him into a corner before hitting a corner lariat. Gunn then leads Grado out of the corner for a quick hip toss and locks in a headlock on his downed opponent, looking to wear Grado out early as he torques the hold. Grado struggles against it, trying to get his fingers under Gunn's massive, muscular arm before finally just taking a different tack and slowly fighting up to one knee, then to both in a doubled-over position. As he does this, Gunn leads him to his corner and tags in Kidman, then releases the hold to drive a hard elbow into Grado's back that sends him to all fours as Kidman climbs up top and hits a double foot stomp on his back! Grado is flattened and Gunn steps out of the ring as Kidman rolls the Scot over and hooks the leg.
1...
...NO!
Grado kicks out! The fans cheer, but they're behind both teams in this match-up so it's somewhat reserved. Kidman pulls Grado to his feet and then unloads with a combination of kicks and strikes that drive him all the way back to the World Warriors' corner. As he does, Boar tags himself in and steps into the ring. Kidman looks up the full half a foot that Boar towers over him and smiles, then proceeds to try to chop the big tree down with hard chops to the chest. Boar just no-sells the blows, then picks Kidman up and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Boar gets to his feet quickly.
Matt Striker: Pig Daddy Cool with a sidewalk slam that you could feel in the cheap seats.
Mauro Ranallo: Tell me that isn't actually his nickname. Is that actually the boar's nickname?
While Ranallo tries to sort that out with the ringside staff, Boar pulls Kidman to his feet and sends him off the ropes, then lifts him up and slams him down with a big spinebuster! Kidman's back arches as he writhes on the canvas, Boar following him when he rolls for the apron and pulling him back into the ring before grabbing the top rope for leverage and unloading with a series of nasty stomps to the chest. The blows land soundly on Kidman, who sells each with convincing pain as Boar finishes up on fifteen and stomps away to the opposite side of the ring, then drops into a three-point stance, lining Kidman up for the Boar! Kidman grabs the ropes and gets to his feet, seemingly unwittingly, then turns as Boar tears in his direction looking for the spear. Kidman, however, has it scouted as he leaps clean over Boar's head and when Boar gets back to his vertical and turns around, he does so into a superkick from Kidman! Boar stumbles back into the ropes and then rebounds as Kidman leaps up and hits a headscissors takedown! Kidman quickly scrambles for his corner and tags in Gunn, who enters the ring as Boar crawls toward his own corner and dashes across intending to hit the Fame Asser! As Gunn leaps, Boar rolls, however, and Billy hits nothing but air as he lands on his own ass! Boar makes the hot tag and Grado enters the ring, Gunn getting to his feet and both men trading nasty rights until Grado starts to hulk up, no selling the blows as he delivers his own! The fans are loving it as they cheer loudly for the lad from the tap end o' Stevenston.
Mauro Ranallo: Grado's hulking up here and Gunn could be in trouble!
Matt Striker: I never thought I'd hear anyone say that coming into this match-up.
Grado sends Gunn off the ropes and on the rebound, he hits a kick to the gut and drops Gunn with a Stunner! The fans are rowdy as Grado goes right for the cover!
1...
2...
...NO!
Gunn gets the shoulder up! The fans collectively gasp as Grado gets to his feet, shaking his head and wagging a finger. Then he drops down onto all fours and starts slamming the canvas Randy Orton style!
Matt Striker: You don't think...
Mauro Ranallo: He's going for it, Striker! Grado's looking to finish this match!
As Gunn slowly gets to his feet and stumbles around, Grado leaps and goes for the RK-Grado outta nowhere! Gunn shoves him off however, and Grado lands harmlessly on the canvas before Gunn hits him with a quick elbow drop! Grado rolls away but Gunn's quick to his feet as he tags in Kidman, then pulls Grado up and hits an atomic drop as Kidman enters the ring! Grado stumbles toward Kidman who is quick to hit a dropkick to the chest, sending Grado stumbling into a leg sweep from Gunn as Kidman scrambles to the top rope to hit the Shooting Star Press! Kidman hooks the leg as the fans are practically at riot-level with the cheering.
1...
2...
...NO! Boar breaks up the pinfall!
The air leaves the room as the fans collect themselves, Boar getting to his feet just in time to see Gunn charging at him. Boar lifts the boot and connects flush with Gunn's jaw, leveling him, before turning around to see Kidman leaping off the top! Boar catches him and hoists him onto the shoulders, then hits the Baconator! With both of the Gunns out in the ring, Boar throws Grado on top of Kidman for the cover!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma Mia the World Warriors might be about to take this!
1...
2...
...NO!
Kidman unbelievably kicks out! Boar almost tears his mask off in frustration as he steps out to his corner, Gunn having rolled out to his own and both lean over the ropes, urging their man to make the tag. Kidman drags himself toward the Gunns' corner, Grado toward the Warriors', and both make the tag at the exact same moment as Boar steps into the ring a half-step faster, charging Gunn and hitting the Gore! He hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...NO! Billy Gunn gets a foot on the ropes!
Matt Striker: What's it going to take to put a finish to this match up?
Mauro Ranallo: These men were all fun and games in the lead-up but they're giving each other everything they've got and then some now.
Gunn rolls to the outside to collect himself, holding his ribs where he was just speared into next week and grimacing. Kidman is already out there and he regroups with Gunn, the pair discussing strategy. But their tactics talk is disrupted as Boar leaps over the top to hit a tope con hilo on both of them, all three men falling to the floor as one mass of humanity, the fans cheering wildly for the unexpected display of athleticism! Boar is quick back to his feet and he grabs Kidman — the wrong man! — throwing him into the ring and sliding in for the cover! The official refuses to count and Boar doesn't fully understand as he gets to his feet and has words with the ref, but then he turns around into a low kick from the prone Kidman before Gunn springboards off the top rope and hits a Fame Asser! The fans pop as Gunn hooks the leg!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
THE HIRED GUNNS!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, in a match that was more hotly contested than we had any right to expect, the Hired Gunns manage to carve out a decisive victory!
Matt Striker: If this is what tag team wrestling would look like if we had a tag division, sign me up, Ranallo! I loved this!
The official enters the ring and hands Gunn and Kidman their "titles," the pair hoisting them in the air as the referee holds up their free hands. They split from the official and help Boar and Grado to their feet, all four men wrapping each other in a big group hug as the fans chant, "THIS WAS AWESOME!" at the show's opening match. The feed moves along.
*Drake Maverick is backstage talking to a producer about some shit when there's a knock on the door.*
Drake Maverick: Just a moment please!
*The general manager goes back to plans when the door is busted down with a loud thud, the producer runs off like a lil bitch and Drake takes a step back as Bad Luck Fale comes into the hole in the wall having busted the door with his arms like sledgehammers. From behind him Tanga Loa comes in with Tama Tonga sliding on in to get in front.*
'Bad Boy' Tama Tonga: Ayyy spuds maverick I think there's a lil problem with your door right there man, I thought this was the mother fuckin big time, you would think they could afford to fix issues like that no Tanga?
'The Silverback' Tanga Loa: Forreal forreal, ay with a door like this yalls never know who the fuck could just roll into your fancy lil office and start some shit namean? You should get that fixed up proper son.
Drake Maverick: I wasn't expecting you lot until later, now I don't know who you three think you are but you can't come unto my
'Bad Boy' Tama Tonga: Fale.
*Fales arm thrust forward grabbing Drake by the throat with one hand, he backs him up to the wall and lifts him up in the air with one hand. Tama walks over all slick and looks up at Drake*
'Bad Boy' Tama Tonga: Look here spud, we don come here and think we are anybody. We is somebody, we're the mothafuckin Guerrillas of Destiny and like we said last week, we're here to do whatever the fuck we want. The prollem with lil suit bitches like you is you get all these big guys scared of ur authority that it gets to ya head and makes ya think you is somebody. Naaa, we? we is somebody, but you? who the Fuck is you?
*Fale raises his thumb readying the Grenade up ready to drop this fool, but Tanga slaps his back telling him to ease up. Fale lets go an Maverick drops to his feet coughing.*
'The Silverback' Tanga Loa: Listen up listen up, I know how things usually work round these parts. You wanna do a circle jerk meeting, an talk to us like yous somebodies boss or sumshit. Naa homie we don't play that cause let me lay it down real simple for ya right now, you aint boss of shit. We're gonna do what we wanna do, and unlike errybody else in this motha, we don give two shits what you have to say about it. Last week we just wanted to say hi to our old buddy Kenny right quick, and introduce ourselves to some of da boys here in UWF.
'The Underboss' Bad Luck Fale: Seth Rollins, FUCK EM! Kenny Omega, FUCK EM! And you lil fucker pretender rockstar fuckin motherless calf whatever the fuck you think you are, you can go fuck yourself with em.
*Spud stands up straight*
'Bad Boy' Tama Tonga Ooooo watchout Fale, he's a feisty lil fucker look at em. Haaa, fuck, I know who you is now. You mad, yaaaaaa, you mad. Ay, well if we make you mad now guess what, you know what you can do? You can open up ur little laptop and write on the bitchass messageboards about it, cause you got the same amount of pull with us as the fuckers watchin do. You aint boss a shit, we're here because of one man and you damn sure dont even fucking qualify as one so it aint you.
'The Silverback' Tanga Loa: Ay but we aint here to break you down all the way son, Fale!
*Fale turns around and lifts the door up off the floor standin it up and leanin it on the hole where its spose' to go as if its fixed.*
'The Silverback' Tanga Loa: This shitty office, all yours. The title of general manager, all yours. You can just keep on livin your life like you were, all you gotta do is ignore whatever we do an we'll get along just fine.
'The Underboss' Bad Luck Fale: FUCK THAT! I want this lil bitch ta fuckin know we are in charge now and get the fuck outta my
'The Silverback' Tanga Loa: Fale, stick with the orders.
'The Underboss' Bad Luck Fale: FUCK EM!
*Fale is ready to go at Drake Maverick, who is looking ready to defend himself even tho it's three on one, but Tama laughs and slaps Fale on the chest tellin him to back it up before getting in Drakes face.*
'Bad Boy' Tama Tonga Cool it Fale, we are in charge now, spud knows that. Listen eere, this lil meeting or whatever the fuck it was that you wanted. You can forget about that shit, matter o fact put that forget about that shit tag on all the bullshit you wanted and want from now on. Cause G O Mother Fuckin D is here to fuck shit up an there aint a damn thing anyone can do about it. If ya wanna keep that lil title of manager, just remember you fly under the radar an you get to keep the slice of the pie you got right now, but try and get in our way an we'll come and take that pie from ya. An we can come and get it whenever the fuck we want, we got that Spud?
*Tama slaps Drake on the side of the head playfully, fucking with him one last time before Fale pushes the falling door open enough to step over and out. Tama puts his hand up like a gun to Drakes temple and backs away Tanga slaps stuff off of Drakes desk to the floor makin papers fly around as they leave laughin and Drake Maverick is left to let what just happened sink in.*
The scene opens on The Hired Gunns backstage, heading back to their locker room after their victory in the tag team match earlier in the night. A voice is heard from behind the camera, Gunn and Kidman swing around to see the person…
Leyton Buzzard:
Hey I had a crazy idea, I have a huge problem and I need two capable… Tag Team Champions… to help with this tiny little problem, It’s nothing serious at all.. Well...
Gunn: “Alright, what’s the issue? The two of us should be able to handle it, right Kidman?”
Kidman: “Yeah, can’t really be anything TOO bad.”
Well its not SOMETHING it’s a someone that I have this issue with. It’s funny how you saying that it shouldn’t be too much of a problem for you has made me just a little happier, ya know?
Gunn: “Okay, so it’s just someONE on the roster that needs to be taken care of, we’re in...would we say good graces? Let’s say good graces with Drake Maverick so he’d probably be fine giving us the match against whoever it is...so, who is it? Kenny Omega, Drew McIntyre, oh oh wait, Jimmy Uso?”
Gunn and Kidman laugh to themselves a bit imagining the supposedly easy match them vs The Usos would be.
Well you know how kinda Joe Hendry got beaten up a few weeks back?, Well it might happen to be that daemon I need you to take care of… Hypothetically speaking what would you do if it just happened to be him…
Gunn: “Wait...that Aussie guy he faced was a demon? Did I miss something, or…”
L: “No Gunn, he means you’d be facing Vampiro.”
Gunn: “Oh, I’d be facing Vampiro, okay.”
After a few seconds, it clicks in Gunn’s head what he actually said, and he has a Scooby Doo-level reaction to that, physically jumping back a step.
Gunn: “I’d be facing VAMPIRO?!”
Kidman: “Well...y-yeah, who else did...did Hendry face?”
Gunn: “Okay, uh...Professor Layton, we’d better be getting paid by you for taking care of Vampiro.”
Gunn tries, and somewhat fails, to keep his composure now that he knows who he’d be facing.
Well pay may be a bit of an issue I have yet to get my cheque from Mr Carter, Which he owns me even though, he technically say’s we never had a binding contract like that would change the fact that he owes me big… I’ll give you boy’s 25% of the cheque how bout that for pay…
Gunn and Kidman both look to each other, calling a “group huddle” between the two where they talk over the terms. After a few minutes, they break off and Gunn turns back to Leyton.
Gunn: “Look, my apologies for you not getting the money from Ethan, but two things. One, we’re not like the APA. We don’t take checks, since then there’s the whole issue with it bouncing and whatnot. Second, you’re on Resistance now, so you’d have to talk with Drake about getting paid and maybe he’ll be a bit more sympathetic with your issue, he’s a pretty fair GM. and tres, you are wanting me to go and fight VAMPIRO! Have you seen that dude?! I was around when Jimmy Jacobs freaking nearly killed Kevin Steen with a screwdriver, and Vampiro has topped what he did since he actually did kill a man, hell, kill two men! I got better things to do then die, I have a girlfriend, I got my tag titles, I’m going to be the European Champion, this company is going to need me! So, I’m sorry, but that’s a hard no.”
What’s the big deal yeah he killed a few men, I would fight him if I had the wrestling gear here. Vampiro is not scary at all… I will take my $37 cheque to men who’d appreciate the efforts of the Prestigious Joe Hendry, I mean it’s not like I am scared of him… no, not me at all. What’s a serial killer compared to a payday, nothing. Technically he didn’t kill anyone all he did was take Dowie James, Kidnapping isn’t so bad. He is probably in Vampiro’s penthouse enjoying a early retirement thanks to him. Joe Hendry will never be the same thanks to Vampiro and you two are the ones to show him how Leyton Buzzard does it.
Leyton looks convinced that Gunn/Kidman believe what he thought of on the spot. The Hired Gunns look unimpressed with Leytons put on smile.
Gunn: “Hey, Kidman, put that through the calculator please?”
From nearly out of nowhere Kidman pulls out a somewhat-oversized calculator, and tries to figure out what 25% of $37 is, and once he gets it, he shows it to Gunn.
Gunn: “You want us to go to an earlier retirement for $9.25 total?! Okay, that’s now a hard HELL no, so thank you and goodbye, we got a tag match to prepare for. Oh yeah, Kidman, we need to make sure that Boar is given it pretty damn good after the BS he pulled in the Mario Party game.”
Well yeah, not including tax. PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO…
Kidman completely ignores Leyton’s pleas as he taps Gunn on his shoulder signalling he wants to leave Leyton…
Kidman: “Oh yeah, definitely hit him with that double team finish. Anyways, see ya’ Layton. Good luck finding someone stupider than us to take on Vampiro!”
Following this, The Hired Gunns each walk out, leaving Buzzard by his lonesome once again. The camera pans up closely to Leyton’s defeated expression realizing he is not going to find anyone to take on the daemon, before the feed goes elsewhere...
DING DING!
Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Suddenly the lights cut out and the arena in plunged into darkness. A cool chill grips the the audience tightly as a disturbing video begins to play on the big screen.....
After a few moments of this, Vampiro himself appears through the curtain and begins to make his way to the ring.
Suddenly “Big Poppa Pump” comes running out from the back and takes Vampiro down with a double axe handle to the back of the head. Steiner grabs a handful of Vampiro’s hair and starts dragging him down the ramp, pulling him to his feet once they arrive at the bottom of it as he launches into an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends Vampiro into the steel steps as they explode apart upon impact.
Steiner follows closely but Vampiro gets to his feet and forcefully shoves the top half of the steps at his opponent but Steiner throws it to the side and climbs up onto the bottom of the steps as Vampiro throws a punch but Scott blocks it and comes down on the, “Demon” with an elbow to the top of the head. Vampiro falls to his knees as Steiner rolls him into the ring and slides in after him as the opening bell sounds.
-VERSUS- 
DING DING!
As Vampiro gets to his feet, Steiner punches him in the kidney area and takes him down with a lariat to the back of the head. “Big Poppa Pump” doesn’t relent as he grabs a handful of Vampiro’s hair again and pulls him straight up to his feet before taking him down with another lariat. Scott gradually flexes his arm upward before kissing his bicep and dropping an elbow to the stomach.
As Vampiro rocks upward and forward from the impact and the pain, Scott kicks him in the face to put him back on the mat. While Vampiro lies there in a daze, Steiner starts doing push-ups, clearly not sweating his opponent. Vampiro sits up suddenly and climbs to his feet, bringing both hands down and striking Scott in the lower back as, “Big Poppa Pump” now lays flat on the mat.
Vampiro begins stomping on Scott’s lower back to continue the onslaught, then delivers a swift kick to the abdomen as Steiner rolls over onto his back. Vampiro goes to the ropes and leaps up on the way back, looking for a body splash of sorts but Scott catches him and starts pressing him up and down.
Mauro Ranallo: Look at this! The, “Big Bad Booty Daddy” is getting a workout in!
Matt Striker: Scott Steiner in complete control of this one so far.
After a few presses, Scott dumps Vampiro sideways onto his head as Vampiro lies there holding it while his legs are tangled up in the ropes. Steiner sees this and heads to the opposite ropes, launching off of them and leaping up as much as his frame will allow to connect with a dropkick as Vampiro’s body is rocked by the impact and is freed from the ropes.
Steiner is to his feet again as he once again grabs a fistful of Vampiro’s hair but the, “Demon” sprays a red mist into his eyes as Scott falls to the mat clutching his face and kicking his legs as he rolls around in pain. Vampiro gets to a vertical base and leads Scott to his feet this time before strongly whipping him into the nearest turnbuckle as Steiner hits chest first.
As Scott staggers back, Vampiro isn’t far behind as he splashes him back into the corner before spinning Scott around and beginning to lay into his upper body with a variance of chops across the chest and body blows. After a moment of this, Vampiro puts a foot on Steiner’s chest and grabs his wrists before he drops down to his own back and monkey flips Scott out of the corner.
Steiner hits hard and comes up holding his lower back as Vampiro is up and takes off running, delivering a knee to the lower back and then a bulldog in one swift motion. Vampiro now perches himself on the top rope.
Mauro Ranallo: High rent district! What could Vampiro have in mind?
Matt Striker: Well we’re about to find out. Look!
Vampiro leaps off the top going for a flying elbow drop but Steiner rolls out of the way and he hits nothing but mat. As Vampiro pops up holding his elbow, Scott grabs him and launches him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Vampiro lands on his head and the rest of his body follows as Steiner rolls him onto his stomach and sits on his back as he applies the Steiner Recliner!
Vampiro looks to be fading fast in the hold as Steiner is wrenching back on it as much as he can, talking trash the whole time. Some of the fans begin a, “Vampiro!” chant to try and will him on as, in that moment, Vampiro’s eyes shoot open and he’s able to bite Scott’s hands.
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia!
Steiner releases the hold and stands up as Vampiro gets to his feet and whips around and stares at Scott with a bloodlust in his eyes. Steiner puts his arms out in front of him and begins to step away as Vampiro takes off running at him and starts laying into his head with furious punches as Scott desperately tries to cover up but is backed into the corner he was in earlier.
Steiner throws his arms up and out to break up the flurry of punches and pushes Vampiro backward but Vampiro comes running back. While he’s running, Scott reaches behind him and turns a turnbuckle pad then grabs Vampiro and falls back, driving him into the exposed steel with the Steiner Flatliner!
Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia, again!
Scott drags Vampiro to the center of the ring and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING!
Michael Buffer: Here is your winner, Scott Steiner!
Steiner heads up to the top rope to work the crowd with his typical flexing pose, but as he does, Vampiro gets to his feet. Steiner turns around and finds Vampiro waiting for him, and Vampiro spits a blood-red mist in his face before grabbing him by the throat, lifting him up and throwing him over the top rope to the outside with the bite! Steiner lands hard on the floor and rolls to his side, grimacing and trying to wipe the blood from his eyes, as Vampiro laughs maniacally and the lights cut out. When they come back up, the Daemon is gone, Steiner left seated against a commentary table still trying to clean his face as the feed moves along.
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