UWF Presents Resistance — Episode 8 (11/30/18)

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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: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to UWF Resistance coming to you LIVE from the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon!

Matt Striker: Welcome, welcome! We're in the Rose City here tonight and you can see how hyped this amazing sold-out crowd is for the show here tonight. That should come as no surprise, because we've got a stacked event from top to bottom and it all starts with our opening contest, a debut for Jack Jester here on Resistance against none other than fellow ICW alumni Grado!

Mauro Ranallo: Not only that, but the Velveteen Dream will get a chance at some measure of revenge as he collides with Nigel McGuinness, who he believes cost him his European Championship at Survivor Series.

Matt Striker: Speaking of Survivor Series' European Championship match, Scott Steiner will also take on Billy Gunn as the new European Champion will attempt to keep his momentum going after the huge victory.

Mauro Ranallo: And last but certainly not least, the UWF will discover the new Number One Contender to the International Championship as Kenny Omega and Vinny Marseglia go one on one for the title! But first, Jeff Hardy has been slated to make an announcement about how he intends to use his Survivor Series favor as the sole survivor in the traditional tag match-up.




A dissonant, down-tuned hum buzzes through the PA, slowly taking sonic shape in harmony with a blur on titantron transforming into a highlight reel for wrestling's legendary daredevil...






The Resistance fans go buck wild as Jeff Hardy, the "Soul" Survivor walks out on the ramp.


Striker: Jeff Hardy not only out-lasted the entire Revolution squad at Survivor Series, but he was the last and only member of Team Resistance standing when the dust settled. As such, our General Manager Drake Maverick has offered him a "favor".


Ranallo: Matt, one can't help but wonder what a mind as unbound in it's imaginative potential as the Charismatic Enigma might come up with to ask for.


Striker: That's right. It might be the obvious, but Jeff is nothing if not perpetually surprising.


At the head of the ramp, Hardy throws down a few of his signature arm flails, but otherwise is a bit more reserved than usual. There's already a microphone in one hand. Tonight, he's coming out to talk, not fight. Still, the people are ecstatic to see him, and chant his name as he walks down to the ring, high-fiving the front row die-hards on the way. Jeff slides under the ropes and then approaches on of the turnbuckles, climbing in to pose for the people for a moment before heading back to the center of the squared circle. When the chants die down, the music cuts out and Jeff gets things going.





Hardy: Wow. I appreciate that. I really do. I know a whole lot's been made of me being the sole survivor at the big show last week, but believe me when I tell you that it was Team Resistance that picked up the win, and without those four other guys fighting as hard as they did for this brand, we couldn't have won that match. I may have my differences with some of 'em and God knows, any other night of the year we're all about "every man for himself"... but Kenny Omega, Grado, Jimmy Uso, even Vinny Marseglia... they've got nothing but my respect.


The crowd cheers for the name drops and Hardy continues.


Drake Maverick says he owes me a favor now. Shoot... I was just doing my job, and I'd fight for this brand on any given night cause I truly believe in everything Resistance stands for. But who am I to say no to a lucky break? They're hard to come by in this line of work, after all. Now I know you folks paid your hard earned money to see some action tonight, so I'll make this real quick so we can get on with the show.


I've been thinking about it all week - what I'd ask for. First thing that came to mind was finally getting a rematch that's been on my mind for a while now. My first night back in the UWF, I wrestled my brother Matt. I beat him. He blindsided me. We haven't spoken since. I'd love to settle our differences in this ring, but he's on a different path now... so that's just not gonna be possible, favor or not.


The fans boo. Seems they wouldn't mind seeing that either.


So then I thought, well, who else have I got a bone to pick with? It didn't take me too long to settle on one man. At Survivor Series, the Resistance crew stepped up and showed Revolution and the rest of the world what we're about. We're a new wave of professional wrestling, and we welcome anyone that wants to be a part of this change with open arms. Baron Corbin was a part of this family, and then he stabbed us in the back. That turncoat tucked tail and ran off to the other show though, so I guess I won't be able to get my hands on him just yet either. But Baron, if you know what's good for you, stay scared and stay away, kid.


A "FUCK YOU CORBIN" chant picks up and Jeff waits it out before going on.


I thought about it some more and I realized that my mind was in the wrong place. I was dwelling on past hurts and vendettas instead of what was ahead of me. Resistance is brad new, man. It only exists in the future, and that still needs to formed and shaped. We need to believe in it, pour our passion into it and that's how we're going to give the world the greatest wrestling show that ever existed. The instant I changed my perspective, I knew without a shadow of a doubt what I had to do.


Most weeks since I've been back, there has been one man closing shows and stealing moments and making a name for himself. That man is Drew McIntyre. As the Prime Time Champion, he's made a name for himself, and for that title, too. I love it man. I love what that championship stands for. It's a workhorse belt. You wanna make it count? You gotta show up every week and deliver. It's about consistency. It's about putting the hours in. It's about fighting as hard as you can tonight and knowing you're gonna have come back and do it all over again. It's something new - some real wild west stuff. I think it's so awesome. Just one more thing about Resistance that sets us apart.


So if I could ask for any favor from Drake Maverick, it would be for the opportunity to compete for the UWF Prime Time Championship. That sound good to you guys?


Jeff holds his microphone out the crowd and is met with a roar of approval. They're into it.


Striker: So there you have it! Jeff Hardy has requested a match for the Prime Time Championship! Surprised, Mauro?


Ranallo: I'll say no, only because I had no idea what to expect, and because more than surprised I am absolutely thrilled about seeing Resistance's resident Daredevil enter the title hunt!


Jeff nods and turns towards the entrance ramp, waiting to hear from his boss. He doesn't wait long.



The fans pop as Maverick's theme hits. Drake emerges from the back with a microphone already in hand and he looks over the crowd with an expression of pure pride on his face before he turns his attention to Resistance's sole survivor and nods, lifting the microphone as his music is cut.

DRAKE MAVERICK
Congratulations, Mr. Hardy, for your massively successful performance at Survivor Series. While you're too humble to take all of the credit for the outcome of the match, it's no coincidence that you were both the captain of the team and, while dealing with hurt ribs, somehow managed to emerge as the singular victor of the match. I knew when you won your way into the match that you would represent Resistance in the way only a man such as you could: with all of the passion and all of the heart you could possibly imagine. And all of that passion, all of that heart, is just as evident tonight as it was on that night. I hear what you are asking for, and to it I say this: the UWF Prime Time Championship was recently vacated as Drew McIntyre has decided to declare himself the new contender to Billy Gunn's European Championship, so we need a new champion. I won't hand you a vacated title, because that same sin was repeated many times over before Ethan Carter took over the UWF and it caused this company a world of headaches. I don't intend to repeat that. What I do intend is to hold a special tournament for the Prime Time Championship. Next week, we will hold a series of quarter-final matchups. The following week, semi-finals. And the week after that, we will have our finals. On one side, the winner of the tournament. On the other side? You. Jeff Hardy. I hope you will find that satisfactory, and again, congratulations. And thank you for representing Resistance so well.

Maverick heads to the back, the fans popping loudly for the announcement as the show moves along.

The titantron switches from the UWF Revolution graphic to a video feed. The scene shown is one in a studio - a radio studio by the looks of it. Monitor and microphones and soundproof walls. You know what I mean. There's a big ol' poster on the back wall that says.


ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5


Why it's the hottest radio program in Wisconsin, and via the power of syndication, many other important markets around the midwest! For the first time since its cancellation, it's being broadcast on television! What a treat! Your hosts, as always, are...


The man with the shortest fuse in the business, Swoggle!





And of course, UWF alumni, Mr. Kennedy!





Kennedy: Ladies and gentlemen of the greater Green Bay area, and of course to all our listeners around the midwest and, yes, for the first time ever, our fans from all around the world - it's my contractual obligation to thank you for tuning in to the best talk radio show on the air today - ASSHOLE LIVE ON 92.5!

Kennedy smashes that Sound Effects Button.





Swoggle: Back and better than ever. Just like Eric Bischoff.


Kennedy: That's absolutely right. While our Assholes in the midwest and, mostly importantly, the ol' hometwon GREEEEEEEEENBAY, WISCOOOOOOOOOOOOONSIN have held it down for well over a year now, this is our first broadcast since, well...


Swoggle: Since they fired your ass last winter.


Swoggle tickles the SFX Button.





Kennedy: Right. But also wrong. One Palmer Cannon pulled our show off UWF TV before that, in case you forgot.


Swoggle: Forgot? I wasn't even sober while it was happening. It was never close to being remembered. Suffice it to say I've got a little drinking problem.


Kennedy: You're four-and-a-half-feet tall. All your problems are little.


The celebrated Mr. K hits that Sound Effects Button again.





Swoggle: Hey, nice one. That's a real bad burn. I should really put some ice on that.


Kennedy: Nine-out-of-ten doctors would probably agree.


Swoggle: Do you mind if I borrow some? I know your career has been on ice for months now.


Finlay's son slaps the ol' SFX Button.





Kennedy: Touche buddy. Well played. But enough of the shenanigans. Just cause we're on the show that Cannon can't kick us off cause he doesn't watch it doesn't mean we can slack off.


Swoggle: That's right. Big night tonight. We've got a good get.


Kennedy: Indeed we do, pal. Folks, joining us in the studio tonight are none other than some of the UWF's hottest superstars today... uh... Grado... and... let me know if I'm saying this right... the Proletariat Boar of Moldova?


The camera cuts over to said two superstars. Kennedy eyes them suspiciously, but the more cordial Swoggle nods at them politely


Swoggle: Gentlemen.


Kennedy: So boys.... good God, where to start? Um... how's it hangin'?


The Proletariat Boar: "Yeah you said that right, I mean it’s not hard to say my name. They are all words in the English language. You speak English right, Ken?”


The Proletariat Boar: “I think that calls for a....”


Boar pounds the Sound Effects Button.





Kennedy: Whoa! Hey now! Hands off the gimmick there, hot shot. Crimety!


Swoggle: Relax, Ken. The guys from Moldovania...istan... they probably got different customs there.


Kennedy: Fine. Fine. I'll let it slide. How about you big guy? Anything to say for yourself?


Grado:“Hey so glad to be here, Ah’m gonna be real Ah don’t know who the fuck Palmer Canon is our what ye loove heem sae much but thank’s fur havin' us. Ye know Ah was promised free Food.Where is it?”


Grado looks around for the food and once he sees it, he is clearly angry.


Kennedy: We ain't exactly running the Hilton here, boys. Asshole 92.5 runs on a budget.


Swoggle: We lost ten grand a contest last week. That was all our spending cash until Valentine's Day.


Kennedy: We did like a "guess how many jellybeans are in the jar" kinda thing except it was a bag of Swoggle's shaved back hair. Bet the audience that none of them could guess it within twenty hairs.


Swoggle: Effrain from Kenosha was only off by six. That kid had Witch Doctor vibes. I'm tellin' ya. He was a real -


The Boar cuts him off.


The Proletariat Boar:” You should probably find him so food, ever since he pinned Aries he’s been super cranky and difficult to deal with, I mean last night he yelled at me for getting his usual order from Jimmy Johns, he said he’s trying out being vegan. VEGAN!!!”


Grado:”HEY! To be the Greatest Grado who Ever Lived, I have to treat my body like a temple! TEMPLE!”


Boar hits the Sound Effect Button.





Kennedy: A Temple, huh? Well, you've got a lot of uh... raw material to work with I guess.


Swoggle: I feel like we're doing a lot of beatin' around the bush here. So fellas, tell us, what's really on your minds these days? What's on the horizon for a couple of fine young talents such as yourselves?


The Proletariat Boar: “Well, I mean after putting on a match that Dave Meltzer called 5 stars, with the Hired Gunns. I mean that was our first time being a Tag team, and we hit it out of the park! Plus we got our win back, in Mario Party.”


Boar hit the Sound Effect Button again.





Kennedy: Five stars?


Swoggle: Mario Party?


Grado:”Ay and that’s not even mentioning how at Survior Series, Ah pinned the team captain Aries! ME! WHO COULD OF SEEN THAT COMIN? NOBODY! And this week Ah got my old pal Jack Jester, so we’re doin pretty fine.”


Kennedy: Wow. Yeah. That's some fascinating stuff, guys. Some uh... yeah... some real fascinating stuff. Sounds like things are really on the up and up.


Mr. Kennedy turns to his co-host and shrugs, not really sure what to say to or about the bizarre tandem. Swoggle returns to gesture but boldly takes it from there, changing the subject.


Swoggle: So hey, whatever happened with Low Ki?


The Proletariat Boar:”........... Oh right! Yeah, I am not gonna lie, totally forgot about him, but I guess I miss him.”


Grado:” Oh yea Ki! Oi Ki, if you’re out thier mate, I got a song for ya!”


Kennedy: ...mother of God...


Swoggle: Ya know that's not really necess -


Grado: ”Low Ki, Ah’m sorry Ah neglected yoo, oh, Ah never expected you to run away and leave us feeling this empty, your angry voice right now would sound like music to us! Please come home because we miss you Low Ki!”


The Proletariat Boar: ”Low Ki come home!”


Mr. Kennedy, who has his hands covering his ears, slowly lowers them when he's sure the singing is over and tries his best to smile politely.


Kennedy: Wow, would you look at the time! That's all we've got for you today folks, but it sure has been a slice hangin' out with Grado and Boar here.


Swoggle: Yep. Real pleasure. This has been Asshole Live on 92.5!


The show cuts out and Resistance continues elsewhere.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a singles 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 their way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into their 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.



"Twisted Transistor" plays throughout the arena as the lights begin to flash red and blue. The crowd boo as they realize its time for Jack Jester.

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Jack Jester makes his way onto the stage as the crowd boo.

Micheal Buffer: "On his way to the ring, Jack Jester"

Jester smiles to himself before making his way towards the ring. Jack stops halfway to taunt as Michael Buffer announces his arrival. Jester smiles as he looks at the Resistance's audience showing their disdain for him.

Jester continues his way to the ring before entering and waits for the bell to begin as he removes his entrance gear.

DING DING DING!


The bell rings and both men start circling around the ring, not knowing what the other is capable of, finally, Jester loses his patience and walks right over to Grado and they tie up, Jester caught Grado by surprise so he's able to push him into the corner, they're still in the tie-up but the ref tells them to break it up as Grado is on the ropes, Jester releases his grip but in split second starts raining punches on Grado!

Matt Striker: Ooh, Jack Jester coming in hot on his debut

The ref tells Jester to get away from Grado and when Jester doesn't abide he gets between them and pushes him away to check on Grado, Jester simply pushes the referee to the side and kicks the downed Grado in the gut before grabbing him in a front headlock, he walks him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring where he punches Grado in the face three times! Jester releases Grado who stumbles back while grabbing his nose in pain but Jester ain't gonna let the Stevenson native have a breather, he spins him and starts uppercutting him, one uppercut, two uppercuts, three uppercut, four uppercuts, after nailing the fourth Grado drops to one knee and almost cries in pain while Jester just looks at him and he starts slapping him a few times, this angers the world's greatest Grado who gets back up to two feet and tells Jester to hit him the hardest he can, Jester licks his lips and snickers before spitting on his hand and delivering a stiff chop to Grado's chest!

Mauro Ranallo: OUCH! that's gotta hurt Striker, and look, he's asking for more!

Grado justs shakes off the pain! he tells Jester to hit him again which he is more than happy to do, he spits in his hand again looking for another chop but instead, he closes his hand in the last second and hits Grado right in the jaw with a hard punch! the Scottish superstar stumbles back, all the way into the ropes and he returns with a huge lariat to Jester! both men fall down and Boar runs over to where Grado landed to cheer on him and encourage him to get up which he does with the help of the ropes, while he gets up Jester also gets up and he ain't too happy about that lariat, he charges Grado who manages to duck and Jester goes flying over the top rope! Jester somehow lands on the apron and he first stomps on Boar's fingers and then jumps over the top rope and into the ring, hitting Grado with a springboard lariat!

Matt Striker: Jack Jester is looking really impressive here in his debut.

Mauro Ranallo: Everything Grado has tried throwing at him Jester had an answer for, that's amazing!

Jester rises up staring at the hard cam, his hair covering his face, he flips his head to clear his vision and throws his arms out, signaling the end, he picks up Grado and puts his head between his thighs and hooking his arms looking for the Jester Driver but Grado is able to power out of the move! he throws Jester over his head with a back body drop! Jester quickly gets up but he's met with a quick jab by Grado, another one, another one, Jester is dazed and Grado ends the Grado Shuffle with a Dusty style Bionic Elbow! Grado pins Jester while hooking both legs

1.....
2....
NO!

Jester kicks out!

Grado is frustrated but his buddy Boar is there to remind him to continue the assault, Grado stomps on Jester before charging the ropes and coming back with a huge splash! this isn't enough for Grado who charges the ropes once again but this time coming back with a senton that only hits the mats! Jester rolled out of the way! Jester gets up to his feet and so does Grado who clutches his back, they stare into each other and remember their history, for one moment they just stare at each other and remember, that moment implodes when Jester suddenly runs at Grado and connects with the running knee strike! he goes for the pin only hooking one leg

1...
2...
th...
NO! 

Grado kicks out!

 Mauro Ranallo: Jester almost had him there! that cockiness of only hooking one leg might have been what helped Grado kick out.

Matt Striker: There are victories and there are lessons Mauro, this moment was a lesson for Jack.

Jester starts pounding the mats in frustration and takes a moment to cool down after he does he turns around to see Grado still laying on the mats and he goes over to pick him up, he raises Grado to his feet and this time puts his own head between Grado's thighs and postures up, going for the Divine Realignment but Grado isn't out yet! he starts punching Jester in the back and after a few punches Jester crumbles to his knees while Grado continues the beating, in a last bit of effort Jester pushes Grado away but the World Warrior hits the ropes only to come back with a Wee Boot to the face!! he hooks both legs in the pin

1...
2...
3!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Boar starts celebrating outside the ring but suddenly the lights cut out. Moments later, the Titantron flares to life with the following image:



Mauro Ranallo: What now?

Matt Striker: ...I don't know, Ranallo, but we know that Jester has been connected to some dark forces in the past...

The light swings and a voice pierces the air over the buzzing crowd, sounding desperate...

Help... Me...

The video quickly cuts away into a scramble of haunting imagery before the swinging light returns, and then the bulb explodes, leaving the arena in darkness. A heartbeat after, one word can be heard loudly shouted:

RUN!

The lights come back up and Grado and Boar are left dumbstruck in the ring. Jester is gone. The feed moves along.

We head backstage to find a person sitting down with their phone, with a hood firmly over his head, shadowing his identity. The camera pans over to look at the phone screen and it reads…

Headline: “Post Malone recovers in hospital! Marty Scurll has been alleged for causing this tragedy caused by Keep updated on the website for updates on this situation.”

The man is revealed as Marty Scurll, and he swipes back his hood. He looks with wide eyes then walks off.

The feed cuts to a Kayla Braxton who is waiting outside.

Interviewer: Hello everyone, I am Kayla Braxton and last week at Survivor Series, the Velveteen Dream lost his European Championship. Our fellow interviewer Charly Caruso interviewed him last week and this is what he said.

The feeds cuts to last week. The Dream is coming out of his locker room an hour after his match Gunn.



Charly Caruso: Dream! Before you leave the arena we have a few questions.

The Velveteen Dream is not really into the mood to speak as he just lost his title just hours ago, but he stays and allows her to speak.

Charly Caruso: Uh… Let's just get the elephant out of the room, how do you feel?

Velveteen Dream: You want to know how the Dream feels? The Dream just lost his championship and then his head planted into the mat by Drew McIntyre. The Dream is in pain physically and mentally. The Dream held that title for 80 days and just to lose it like that… Well it doesn't feel good.

Charly Caruso: And another elephant in the room: You hugged Gunn his hard fought victory and you tried saving him from McIntyre. Why?

Velveteen Dream: Well, the Dream was going for a handshake, but Gunn wanted a hug. He earned the Dream's respect, but the hug was unplanned, and with McIntyre… Well this goes back to Gunn earning the Dream's respect, as well as McIntyre probably would've attacked me too, so it was either fight or flight and the Dream is not a coward.

Charly Caruso: Lastly, what about Marty Scurll? He left you hanging during your match and you must feel it's partly his fault why you lost.

Velveteen Dream: A lot of things went wrong in that match. A lot of people are at fault, but you're right. The Dream does partly blame Scurll, but the Dream blames his lapdog, Nigel McGuinness for messing it all up. So, the Dream told Drake Maverick he wanted Nigel and that's exactly what he agreed to. Nigel was cleared and next week on Resistance, he's getting what's coming to him; the Velveteen Dream Experience!

The Dream walks off as the feed cuts back to present day. She stares at the camera awkwardly for a moment not knowing the clip was over.

Kayla Braxton: Tonight, the Velveteen Dream faces Nigel McGuinness in Nigel's debut match here in the UWF. Both have grievances with each, but Nigel says it isn't personal, but the Dream believes otherwise, so tonight we're going to catch up with Dream once more as we have some more questions. Oh! There he is now!

The Dream comes walking down to the arena as to just arriving pretty late into the night.

Kayla Braxton: Velveteen Dream, can we have a word from you?

The Dream looks up from his phone and sees Kayla. He puts away his phone and smirks while letting her speak.



Kayla Braxton: Dream, tonight you take on Nigel McGuinness in his debut match. Any words to him?

Velveteen Dream: Actually? Yeah, I do. Nigel, this petty feud between us have boiled over and you cost me my match. So, we're going to put it aside after the Dream sets you right. You messed with the wrong guy last week, you messed with the Velveteen Dream and I'm going to send you running back to retirement, and as for Scurll: You have some explaining to do, because if you want to get our partnership off the ground, you better have a very good reason as to why you let your lapdog convince you to leave the Dream high and dry.

Kayla Braxton: Also Dream, what are your plans from here? You just lost your title. Are you going to go and reclaim it or move onto different things?

Velveteen Dream: The Dream still has unfinished business with that title. The Dream never brought it back to its proper prestige. It was on the right track, but it's not there yet and no offense to Gunn, but he's going to run that title into the dirt, as well as McIntyre. He'll put shame and disgrace on it's name if he won that title. So yeah, the Dream is going to get his European title back. Whether Drake Maverick gives me my well deserved rematch clause or the Dream has to earn it back himself and if I fail, we'll the Dream will just have to bid his goodbyes to the European championship and try and elevate himself to a higher status here on Resistance. The Dream may have lost his streak, but that does not mean the Dream is going down without a fight and tonight I'm going to prove it. Nigel? The Dream is going to teach you how to stay in your place.

The Dream walks off as he heads to the arena and the feed fades out leaving Charly Caruso by her lonesome.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a barbed wire deathmatch scheduled for one fall! The opponent must be pinned, submitted, or knocked out to win. Introducing first...



The crowd begin to chime in with the "who are you" "who who" out comes Leyton Buzzard wearing sun glasses as he makes his way to the ring. Leyton looks unsure about wrestling as he moves ever so closely to the ring. Leyton gestures to the crowd to join in every "who who". Leyton acts smug as he enters the ring removing his glasses.

Michael Buffer: Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland... the Prince of Hardcore... Leyton BUZZARD!



Leyton begins to go up every corner posing for the crowd, The music dies out as Leyton leans in the corner as the crowd continue chanting "who who", Leyton encourages them to continue as he laps the attention. All of that comes crashing to a halt as the lights cut and a massive pyrotechnic explosion on the stage causes Buzzard to fall on his ass and scramble to the opposite side of the ring.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...



Vampiro emerges from the back with a look of sheer menace on his face as he walks down the ramp and straight for the ring.



Michael Buffer: From Thunder Bay, Ontario and weighing 250 pounds... VAMPIRO!

The Daemon climbs the ring steps, walks along the apron and then grips the barbed wire with both hands, squeezing tautly. As he pulls his hands away, the palms bleed in a way reminiscent of the stigmata, and Vampiro enters the ring before literally licking both wounds, smirking at Buzzard who visibly trembles as he backs into a corner. Vampiro turns to the official and commands him to ring the bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Buzzard, like a cornered animal, comes out swinging. He throws wild blows at Vampiro but the fists glance off the body of the Daemon, none of the punches seeming to register in any meaningful way even though they are all making contact with his opponent. The Daemon starts to laugh loudly before he grabs Buzzard with both bloodied hands by the head and simply throws him back onto his ass. Buzzard lands seated and Vampiro surges forward, punting him straight in the face! Leyton's head snaps back and hits the canvas as he lands flat on his back, visibly dazed. Vampiro pulls him to his feet and whips him hard into the barbed wire ropes, but Buzzard doesn't rebound, he simply gets stuck on the wire and screams in pain. Vampiro laughs again, crossing the ring and driving hard knees into the trapped Buzzard's gut before leading him away from the ropes in a DDT clutch and spiking his skull to the canvas. Vampiro rolls Buzzard over and hooks the leg.

Matt Striker: As anyone might have predicted, this isn't going to be a match so much as a slaughter.

Mauro Ranallo: The only question is how long Buzzard refuses to give up. For him, this is personal; Vampiro ended the career of his Prestigious mentor, Joe Hendry.

1...

2...

...NO!

At the last possible second, Buzzard kicks out. Vampiro laughs sadistically as he gets to his feet, pulling Leyton up by the hair before lifting him in a suplex clutch and then dropping him stomach-first on the barbed wire top rope! The wire cuts into Leyton's skin as he screams, but Vampiro grabs his head again and drags him off the wire, the sharp bits scratching Buzzard's stomach and chest up before ripping into the fabric of his ring trunks. Vampiro lets Leyton fall almost limp in his arms as he guides him to a corner, then throws Buzzard into it. The Daemon gets some space and makes his classic throat-slit gesture before surging forward, looking for a big boot. Buzzard, however, gets the heck out of dodge and Vampiro's boot instead connects only with the turnbuckle! As Vampiro turns around, Buzzard is waiting for him and actually lifts him up and throws him with the Fallaway Slam he dubs the Geek of Nature! Vampiro lands, but not in a particularly hard way, and he's quick to get back to his feet as he basically no-sells the signature maneuver. Buzzard, meanwhile, anticipated far more as he parades around the ring, grinning and celebrating with his fans.

Mauro Ranallo: This showboating is a bit premature, Leyton!

Matt Striker: He's marching like a lamb to the slaughter... look out!

Buzzard turns around and gets caught by the throat by Vampiro! The Daemon strangles Buzzard for several long seconds, squeezing hard on the neck as the official starts a count for the blatantly illegal chokehold. Leyton falls to his knees and claws at Vampiro's arms with his fingernails, digging in and cutting up flesh, but Vampiro ignores it. Finally, he breaks off the chokehold and Leyton stays on his knees coughing and gasping for air. Vampiro turns toward the official and hisses at him, causing the referee to recoil in fear. The Daemon then turns back to Buzzard and grabs him by the throat again, pulling him to his feet and preparing to hit the Bite! Vampiro marches Buzzard around in a circle so all can see the man he is about to end, but just before he lifts Buzzard off the canvas, the lights cut out!

Matt Striker: What? What the Heck's happening!

Mauro Ranallo: Perhaps we're being spared witnessing the murder that's about to unfold before our very eyes!

When the lights come up, Vampiro is holding... well, nothing. Buzzard has slipped free and before Vampiro can really react, Leyton dives between the barbed wire ropes and crashes outside the ring. He's quick to scramble to his feet as Vampiro eyes him and moves to stalk him, stepping gingerly between the barbed wire ropes. Buzzard, realizing he hasn't actually escaped, screams like a schoolgirl and hops the barricade, running away through a crowd who until this display of cowardice had been showing him nothing but goodwill, but who are now booing because they won't be seeing the bloodshed they paid good money for. Vampiro hops the barricade to follow, but Buzzard is already long gone. Vampiro follows him backstage and several awkward moments pass as the heat escalates in the crowd. Finally, Buffer climbs into the ring with a microphone as the bell is rung.

DING DING DING!



Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the apparent departure of both combatants, this match has been ruled...

NO CONTEST!

It might be hard to imagine that the fans could become more hostile, but they do, hurling popcorn and beverages at Buffer as he is driven from the ring by the objects. Some just get up and leave, visibly disgusted. The feed quickly cuts away to commercial.

GONG!

The unmistakable sound of a bell being rung echoes throughout the arena as the titantron lights up with the view of an urban area at night. A chainlink fence can be seen as well as an entrance ramp to some unknown high way, with buildings dotting the skyline in the background. The moon is blocked by clouds, hiding its full intensity behind either the signs of a thunderstorm on the horizon, or the signs of industry. Footsteps can be heard in the gravel behind the camera as a figure walks into frame. As he does, the camera shifts slightly off its balance, showing a white wall to the right side as we see the figure match his path to be in front of the camera. Wearing a gray hoodie, the UWF universe is met with the face of the Deathmatch King: Nick Gage.



Nick 'FUCKIN' Gage
When I speak, all of you in the crowd best start listening, cause I ain't like the rest of these athletes you're used to seeing. I ain't afraid of nothing. I ain't afraid of no man. I ain't afraid of no weapon. And I ain't afraid of dying so consider this your practice in respecting your fucking king before I'm in that arena ready to hop that barricade and knock some respect into your skulls. That's right, consider this your official announcement. The Fucking God, the Deathmatch King, Nick Gage is coming to the UWF. I'd be there right this second, making a statement the only way I know how if security didn't bar me from the premises while the legal team sorts things out, whatever the fuck that means. I don't do things the civil way. I don't make claims that become false when all that bravado melts away under the bright lights. No, I make promises. Promises that I keep. Cross my heart and hope to die and for all you fucks in that locker room, you'd better hope I die before making good on my promises to the UWF. This contract has been a long time in the making, but not for me. I've been content doing what I do best where I've been doing it. Hurting people who think its cute to call out a Deathmatch God. I've drained more blood from opponent's bodies than a blood drive and I plan on continuing that in the UWF. Because I was happy to stay away knowing that I was the baddest, most dangerous and certainly the most violent wrestler in this business. Ready to prove that in front of no one but my opponent should it come to that. Cash may buy me food, drink and shelter, but hurting people is what keeps me alive above all of that. I went to prison for seven years. I've DIED before doing this shit. Still came back seven days later to fight some more.

At this point, Gage has his hoodie removed as he continues to get in the camera as if it was the face of someone disrespecting him.

Nick 'FUCKIN' Gage
This ain't about titles. This ain't about accolades. This ain't about being called the best. Hell, I don't need your validation to know that I am the best and anyone who wants to say otherwise is welcome to step into my world and see how long they last. I'm coming here to put respect back on deathmatches as this company has done nothing but tarnish the legacy I've built for myself. That we as deathmatch wrestlers have built. We don't put our bodies on the line in these bloodbaths to make money in front of tens of thousands. We do it for those few dozen rabid fans for pride. I saw that "Cage of Death" you jokers put on and you know what I saw? People on their cell phones disrespecting all of the warriors who stepped into that beast before. It makes me sick. So when that ink dries next week, you better be ready for me to come kicking down the door to this Resistance. I'm gonna do what I did in prison too. I'm gonna go up to the biggest, baddest man you've got on your whole damn roster and crack his skull open and knock him out. Murder Death Kill ain't just a tagline, it's what I do because I am Nick FUCKIN' Gage. Eastern Block. Hate Club. Gang Affiliated.

At this point, Gage turns and walks away from the camera for a few steps, before wheeling around and getting right back in the camera.

Nick 'FUCKIN' Gage
And if any of you see me walking around. You better bring a weapon before you come swinging, because I am always packing and just itching for an opportunity to cut someone down in their prime.

This time, Gage pushes the camera off its mount causing it to shatter, leaving the view to distort in rainbow colors as the crowd hears his footsteps in the gravel as he walks away. The view fades as once more, a bell rings out.

GONG!

Leyton Buzzard is seen limping out of the building covered in cuts by the barbed wire, When someone from behind the camera begins to speak to the man who had just competed...

Generic Interviewer: What just happened, You went one on one with VAMPIRO in what is called the most dangerous match types!, You may have escaped but are you frightened of repercussions?

Leyton puts on a fake smile from the beating he received, Leyton begins to act brazen. Leyton begins to look upwards as he tells his motivational speech....

Leyton Buzzard...
You see I went to the ring I was honestly scared. As soon as VAMPIRO began inflicting his brutality I wanted to quit, I wanted to not face my problems... BUT I persevered and came out on top...

Generic Interviewer: You didn't though... you escaped the ring no one is quite sure how you actually did it but you did, VAMPIRO didn't look too pleased with you escaping through the crowd either...

You know Dasha you're right I am great... I fought the DAEMON and lived... That's a win in my books... You know what I really wanted to do tonight... I wanted to show the whole wrestling word that Leyton Buzzard is a name to remember... I have yet to lose that match... So there is the fact I am still beating VAMPIRO with my mind games... Eventually he will quit and I will be declared the victor, your prince of Hardcore... LEYTONNNNNNNNN BUZZARD!...

Leyton Buzzard looks overly confident as the lights begin to flicker around the parking garage... Leyton's facade quickly deteriorates as he realizes it could be VAMPIRO... Leyton pushes past the interviewer as he runs to his car to get out of there...



The car reverses almost hitting someone as he turns out... The car speeds off as the feed goes elsewhere...



The Velveteen Dream's signature music plays as the feed fades in. The Dream is in his purple locker room sitting in his couch. He looks off and ponders before looking at the camera.



Velveteen Dream: Survivor Series was not the Dream's night. Everything that was supposed to go right for the Velveteen Dream went wrong. After the Dream lost his title, it made me think what the Dream had to change and what the Dream had to do to never suffer a disappointing loss like that again. The Dream is an experience that taught people why all the spotlights should be on the Velveteen Dream, but along the way, the Dream… lost his way. The Dream went from wanting the people to chant my name to wanting to get rich and be a profitable name. Both are good things, but the Dream let the fortune outshine the fame and that's why the Dream is going back to his roots. Marty leaving me out high and dry was a reality chec-

A record scratch ends the Dream's ambient music as loud knocking comes from outside his locker room. The lights fade back to a white light. The Dream looks irritably pissed and heads to the door and opens it. It's none other than Marty Scurll! The same person who is partly responsible for the Dream losing the title and retiring Juventud at Survivor Series!



”THE VILLAIN Marty Scurll: G’day. Sorry to interrupt Dream, just thought it would only be right to-

Velveteen Dream: Nuh uh, the Dream doesn't want to hear it. You know, after all these months of feuding then you come to me to set your career right by slowly building the Dream's trust then you threw it all away by leaving the Dream to fend against two other guys. Kidman interfered and you weren't there to stop him. So here's what we'll do: You can A. Apologise for interrupting my monologue to the camera and screwing the Dream out of his championship or B. Leave and be on your way.

”THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: In true honesty, Dream I am sorry, not only for interrupting your little one on one time with this dumb camera over here, but at Survivor Series, I shouldn’t have left, it’s just that I knew I was injured in the first place, and going out there would only aggravate it. On a normal day, I’d be there for you, but I feel like I’d be a halt in your journey of retaining your title. And yeah, I can apologise a thousand times but will it matter? No. What I do want to say to you though Dream is, I’ve been thinking. Those numpty looking tag team titles of Billy Numpty #1 and Billy Numpty #2 would look great fastened around our waists, what do you say?

The Dream smiles a sarcastic smile and says:

Velveteen Dream: Well, the Dream would like some gold back around his waist, preferably his European championship, but tag gold wouldn't look bad either. Besides, we don't even know if those titles are being legitimized. Mr. Maverick said he'd consider them. With that being said, if they are made into the real deal then the Dream may consider, but you better not tap out or pinned like you did in our last tag match. As for your apology the Dream “forgives” you, but for your lapdog, Nigel… Well… Not so much and tonight the Dream is going to put him in his place.

”THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: C’mon Dream. Go easy on him, he isn’t even cleared to wrestle anyway. He should be contacting Maverick for us two getting the first opportunity for those tag straps. Regardless, I must be off, I’ll let you get back to… whatever you were doing.”

Velveteen Dream: You already ruined it...

Scurll apologizes once me before leaving the room. Dream shakes his head as the camera fades out.

[crann]

The theme song of “England’s Dreaming” blasts into the arena, not necessarily familiarly but the upbeat style of the song readies the fans. Nigel McGuinness bursts out of the curtain to a fan ovation. He looks around the arena, and then throws up two reverse peace signs, telling them to fuck off. He takes his time getting down to the ring, but as he does he waits by the stairs and looks straight into the ring.

Michael Buffer: “From London, England. Weighing in tonight at 225lbs... Nigel McGuinness!”



Nigel runs up the stairs quickly, and ducks down to slide underneath the bottom rope and does so. He takes centre stage in the middle of the ring and does his signature pose leaning back as the lights begin to flash down upon him. He then takes a step back and rests in his corner for his opponent to arrive.


YOW!

Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate. 

Michael Buffer: Making his way from Capitol City,  Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, he calls himself the experience, the Velveteen Dream!

Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.

Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground

Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.

He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match. 

DING! DING! DING!/

Nigel and Dream circle each other looking for an opening, Dream quickly attempts to tackle Nigel to the floor but is hit in the back of the head with an elbow by Nigel. Dream quickly moves back holding onto the back of his head, Nigel begins to run at Dream as he is caught by a jumping dropkick to the chest, Nigel flings back from the force into the turnbuckle. Nigel almost rolls over the top of the turnbuckle before falling to his feet leaned up against the ropes. Dream takes a run at Nigel before leaping towards him. Dream's face spikes off the top of the ring post as Nigel maneuvers his way from the oncoming traffic, Nigel taking advantage of the confusion attempts to roll through with a pin onto Dream, Dream realizing this grabs onto the waist of Nigel as he rolls through to his feet dead lifting Nigel before sending him over his head with a suplex, Nigel crashes on the top of his head...


Matt Striker: "The momentum from that deadlift suplex by Dream was more than impressive... Nigel could already be out cold with such a ferocious suplex, He landed right on the top of his head and has rolled almost back to his feet just impressive show of strength by Dream who still hasn't gotten to his feet from that...”

Mauro Ranallo: "TIMBER...”


Nigel gets to his feet surprisingly quickly from the momentum of the suplex, Nigel is unable to get stable as he falls face forwards into the canvas as Dream slowly crawls over to Nigel before flipping him over crotch in his face hooking the leg back for the cover...


The crowd begin to count along to to the referees count...
...One!
1!
..Two!
Twoooo Sweet...
Nigel kicks out at a solid 2!


Dream gets to his feet with a look of pleasure as he looks down at Nigel who is stirring on the ground as he looks like Dream knocked a few screws loose, Dream watches as Nigel slowly attempts to get back up to his feet, Dream looks down at Nigel as he happens to look into the eyes of the Dream on his hands and knees... Dream kicks the shoulder of Nigel knocking him back down to the canvas.

Nigel begins to get to his hands and knees yet again, Dream attempts to kick him back down to the canvas, Nigel grabs onto the foot of Dream as he gets to his feet, Nigel takes down Dream by yanking the foot in his hands. Nigel keeps his grip on the foot as he brings the leg over the body of Dream as he jumps and sends a knee into the leg of the Dream, Nigel flips over Dream as he pulls the leg backwards as he moves to sitting ontop of the lower back of Dream, Nigel pulls back on the leg as Dream's face turns to the look of agony...

Mauro Ranallo: "The technical prowess of Nigel, He looks like he hasn't lost a step. Nigel is looking to SNAP the leg of Dream.... Nigel is looking to Dream "

Dream reaches for the ropes as Nigel cinches back on the single leg boston crab... Dream looks like he is about to tap sending his arm up, Dream closes his hand into a fist as Dream kicks his leg back sending Nigel off the leg, Dream uses his arms to drag himself in the corner. Nigel looks to the corner as Dream is resting on the second turnbuckle, Nigel moves towards Dream in the corner. Nigel drives his shoulder into the abdomen of Dream, Nigel grabs onto the hair of Dream.

Nigel sends Dream right shoulder first into the steel post. Nigel grabs onto the right arm of Dream dragging him to the middle of the ring.  Nigel yanks on the arm causing Dream's arm causing it to bend as Nigel twist the arm around, Nigel begins to twist even more, Nigel kicks the knee of Dream as he cinches back on the arm of Dream even more. Nigel sends an elbow to the elbow of Dream. McGuinness yanks Dream's smashing it into the canvas with force...

Matt Striker: "Dream looks like he need to get an arm length away from McGunniess, Nigel has had control since he slowed this match down to his pace which he works with deadly efficency..."

Mauro Ranallo: "Nigel working on the arm and leg of Dream, Nigel really has been working over the joints of Dream. . ."

Nigel quick to move stomps on the elbow of Dream, Nigel looks to continue the assault. McGuinness uses the right arm of Dream to force him to his feet, Nigel sends a stiff chop to the chest of Dream as he attempts to release his arm, Dream attempts yet again to escape as he is met with a vicious chop to the larynx of the Dream. Nigel twist the arm of Dream around before a boot from Dream hits him right on the chin, Nigel falls back into the middle ropes as he begins to fall through the middle. . .

Nigel all of a sudden catches the ropes rebounding himself up and back towards the Dream, Dream turns around to see the lariat. Dream almost instantly ducks and lifts Nigel to his shoulders, Dream turns around before planting Nigel into the canvaswith a Dream Valley Driver... Dream cartwheels using the body of Nigel popping to his feet as he plays to the crowd. . .

Matt Striker: "THE DREAM VALLEY DRIVER. . . Dream showboating to the crowd after the reversal almost came from out of nowhere. . . Dream looked to have a little trouble with lifting Nigel to his shoulders due to the damage caused by the focus by McGuinness "

Dream wipes off his brow as he looks to the corner looking to finish the match, Dream climbs the turnbuckle as he stumbles half way he continues climbing, Perched atop the turnbuckles Dream taunts to the crowd before taking the leap. Dream sends out his elbow, Nigel pops to his feet as he jumps shouting "Chickenwing". . .

Matt Striker: "Wha. . ."

Nigel locks in a chicken wing mid air in an impressive show of agility for the big man, Both men land on their backs to the canvas as Nigel cinches back on the chickenwing. Nigel looks like he doesn't want to realease the hold on the damaged right arm of Dream. The Dream begins to fade as he Nigel cinches back on the chickenwing. Dream slowly flailing his arms around looking for an escape to the deadly hold...

Mauro Ranallo: "Paying homage to his business associate, Marty Scurll. Nigel by extension knows Dream aswell as Scurll does, Nigel hasn't wrestled in a UWF ring for quite some time. Nigel looks to have not lost a beat in this match. Bringing the challenge to Dream . . ."

Dream begins to scream in agony feeling the pain brought by Nigel. Dream looks like he is about to tap as McGuinness cinches back on the chickenwing. . . Dream flips over to his belly as he grabs onto the leg of McGuinness with his good arm. . . Nigel decides to release the hold pushing himself off Dream into the ropes falling through the middle rope again. McGuinness catches himself rebounding himself up and towards Dream who turns around again, Dream is met with a huge lariat which turns him inside out... McGuinness goes for a cover hooking both legs. . .


...One!
1!
..Two!
2!
...THR!
3!
Dream kicks out last possible moment. . .


Nigel gets to his feet as he begins raining down boots to the right arm of the downed Dream, Dream looks like he is pain as Nigel continues the assault. Nigel stops as soon as the referee begins to motion to stop the assault with threatening to DQ him. Nigel stalks Dream as he begins to groggily make his way up to his feet on one good leg, Nigel attempts a super kick to the neck of Dream. . . it connects sending Dream crashing into the canvas. . .Nigel hook's both legs attempting the pin cover. . .


...One!
1!
..Two!
2!
...THR!
3!
Dream kicks out last possible moment AGAIN!, Nigel looks in absolute shock. . .

Mauro Ranallo: "I honestly believed Nigel was going to do it. . . I am at a loss for words. Dream refusing to lose to Villain Ent."

Nigel sits up the lifeless corpse of Dream incensed with the kickout. Nigel lifts up the arm of Dream as he turns Dream around stepping over him doing so. Nigel begins to cinch back on the right arm of Dream. . . As soon as Nigel cinches in the wrist lock. Dream's eyes open wider than ever. Dream is screaming in pain as Nigel tries to snap the arm of Dream. Nigel places his knee in the back of Dream. The Dream has nowhere to go. . .

Nigel begins to threaten to snap the arm out of it's socket... Nigel cinches back on the arm... A loud pop is heard through the arena... Dream isn't about to quit as he raises a closed fist so he isn't tempted to tap. Dream uses his knees to pull both men just that closer to the ropes.  Dream is so close to the ropes he just can't get his leg on the rope... Dream is screaming in agony as Nigel cinches back on the hold. Dream useshis knees one last time moving .01cm's closer to the rope. Dream is just able to stretch his pinkie toe on the bottom rope forcing the referee to call off Nigel who lowers the move dragging Dream by his arm to the center of the ring.

Matt Striker: "I honestly can't believe Dream just barely making it to the ropes Nigel looked like he was about to rip his arm from the socket and right off his body with the twist in the hold. Nigel want's to show his partner Marty Scurll that he will teach the Velveteen Dream a lesson."

Nigel goes to lock in the London Dungeon again but Dream grabs onto the head of Nigel before falling to his bottom. Nigel's head bounces off the bad shoulder of Dream which causes him pain. . . Dream gets to his feet as he points to the corner the crowd go wild for the suggested Purple Rainmaker. Dream quickly makes his way to the corner climbing it with one arm. Dream raises his good arm to the audience. Dream doesn't jump as Nigel sits up... 

Mauro Ranallo: "This could cost Dream taking the moment of hesitation before jumping... Maybe he thinks he can hit another move as soon as Nigel turns around he is going to get a Dream surprise. . ."

Dream is about to jump as Nigel gets to his feet, McGuinness realzing this running at full speed at the corner jumping up hitting an european uppercut onto the Dream. Nigel quickly get's his arms around the head of Dream, He pulls Dream forward draping both his feet over the top rope, Nigel waits a second before. . .

Matt Striker: "Nigel attempting his finisher the Tower Of London if he hits this it is all over. . . What can the Dream do to keep this match alive. . ."

Dream pushes his legs off the top rope sending himself over Nigel. . . Dream lands on his feet quickly turning around before wrapping  Nigel's arm around his waist he locks the head in his good arm using the bad arm to keep Nigels arm from interfering, Nigel gets his hand away from the waist of Dream it's too late. As Dream leans forward before swing backwards spiking McGuinness into the canvas with the Dream Catcher DDT! Dream covers Nigel with his good arm...

...One!
1!
..Two!
2!
...THREE!
3!

DING! DING! DING!

Here is your winner,

VELVETEEN DREAM!



The bell rings and Dream finds his feet to celebrate his victory.

Mauro Ranallo: After a very well-fought contest from a surprisingly game Nigel McGuinness, we have a winner and it is none other than the former European Champion, Velveteen Dream!

Matt Striker: You can bet that Dream is happy to be back in the "wins" column after his shocking loss at Survivor Series.

As Dream celebrates, McGuinness slowly pushes up to his feet and when he turns around, Dream eyes him suspiciously. Nigel merely nods, and says loudly enough for the cameras to pick it up, "Well, all right, then." Then he crosses the ring and extends a hand for the shaking! Dream looks to the crowd who give him a big "YES!" chant, always happy to see some sportsmanship. Dream takes the hand and the two shake as Scurll comes out from the back, walking down to the ring and looking at both men as he climbs the steps, enters it, and looks like he may be about to join in the celebration. Then, suddenly, uniformed Portland police officers come tearing down the ramp and slide into the ring, tackling Scurll to the canvas! Dream and McGuinness watch on as Scurll is handcuffed and dragged from the ring in police custody, the fans kicking up a "Na na na na!" chant. Dream seems almost amused by the whole display but Nigel is completely flummoxed, his head in his hands. The feed moves along.

We are taken backstage where General Manager Drake Maverick is seen escorting the police officers, who have Scurll in custody. He seems to be trying to glean information from some of the officers about just what in the Hell is going on when rather suddenly, he's blindsided by Renee Young, who pulls him off to the side and starts to brief him on the news. Maverick looks completely confused as Marty seems to be shouting incomprehensible things while he is loaded into a police cruiser. The cruiser drives off and Young heads somewhere else as Maverick is left watching one of Resistance's brightest stars being rushed away from the arena.

The scene opens off inside some local bar section of a restaurant, Gunn and Kidman sitting down at a table with a pad of paper that looks straight out of Dollar Tree, with crumpled up pages all around them. On the table, on the seats, on the floor around them. Just a general storm of paper, as well as some pens scattered alongside it. Some of the papers aren’t crumpled as much as the others, so the camera zooms in to try and make out what they say, with the more noteworthy ones being “Billy the Kidd”, “Gunn Club”, and “The One and Onlys” amongst many, many other rather horrible name ideas.

Gunn: “Okay, okay, I got one, this one may actually be good.”

Kidman: “If it’s coming from you, I highly doubt it at this point. We’ve been here, what, two hours? Pushing on three?”

Gunn: “Nah, nah this one is good. We’re both friends, right?”

Kidman looks inquisitively towards Gunn.

Kidman: “...yeah?”

Gunn: “And we’re two of the best on Resistance, right?”

Kidman: “Yeah, I don’t-”

Gunn interrupts Kidman by clapping once, making Kidman flinch.

Gunn: “There you go! We’d be The Best Friends!”

After saying this, even with Kidman not looking too pleased, Gunn begins scribbling onto the top page of the pad, eventually ending up with something like this that gets shown to Kidman.



Gunn: “Well? I told you it wasn’t bad!”

Kidman: “Gunn...that name is already taken.”

Gunn: “Wha? No way, who would’ve taken that awesome name?”

Kidman: “Chuck Taylor and Trent Barreta.”

Gunn: “Who the hell are they?”

Kidman: “Two guys who, honestly, are probably better friends than we are-”

Gunn: “BULLSHIT!”

Gunn’s yelling attracts the attention of some of the bar patrons, who eye them with suspicion.

Kidman: “Look, it doesn’t matter, the name is taken. We got to think of something else to call our team…”

Gunn: “Well, let’s see here…”

After maybe, MAYBE a nanosecond of thinking, Gunn snaps his fingers.

Gunn: “Alright, what if we get a team name based on a video game we both like?”

Kidman: “Okay, let me stop you here. Super Smash Bros is taken, and someone is already doing a name based on Pokemon. What other games do we even play together that would make sense for a team name?”

The look of excitement on Gunn’s face turns to disappointment at KIdman.

Gunn: “...This isn’t fun.”

Kidman: “No, no it really isn’t. L, you got any ideas?”

L: “What? I was zoning out a bit, what’s going on?”

Kidman: “Oh...nevermind.”

Gunn: “Come on Kidman, we gotta figure this out. The Hired Gunns needs a bit of rebranding, we aren’t with Miz anymore obviously and we’re both sick of people asking why we’re still called that, right?”

Kidman: “Yeah, definitely. It is one of the most annoying things to deal with, honestly sucks we’re faces at times. Got to treat people with respect and all. Like, there’s just times where I want to scream at those idiots at times.”

Somehow unnoticed by Kidman and Gunn, a man comes walking up to the two of them and sits down on the opposite side of the table that Kidman and Gunn are at.

: “Heard you two were looking to change name…”

Gunn looks up and notices the guy sitting there, wearing a green trenchcoat with black hair spiked to one side. His look matches the voice, seeming scruffy and rugged.



: “They call me ‘The Name Rater’ around here, been famous for giving new names to those seeking them.”

Gunn and Kidman both look to each other, confused as all hell at this sudden interruption to their though process but once again they can’t respond to him as he continues on.

Name Rater: “You two...you look like a couple of wrestlers I know from back in the day...but no matter, you two need a new name, one that sounds intense, threatening...wait, I got it.”

The so-called name rater stands up, and strikes a pose that looks almost out of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

Name Rater: “You will be called….. ‘雇用された銃’! (“Koyō sa reta jū”)”

While Gunn is looking both amazed and confused at the mysterious man, Kidman is busy trying to search up what he said and put it through google translate.

Kidman: “That...just comes out to The Employed Guns...we’re already called The Hired Gunns, what difference is there?!”

Name Rater: “O-Oh, uh, well, uh...I...I uh…”

The mysterious facade of the name rater has seemed to have died a fast yet cruel death, as his voice loses the scruffiness that he had put on and he breaks his pose, sitting back down.

Name Rater: “I...I’m sorry, I thought you would be impressed with how cool the pose was and take the name suggestion. That’s how it usually goes…”

Gunn: “Well, I was definitely impressed with the pose, but if you’re a name rater, you can come up with a new tag team name for us, right?”

the rater scratches the back of his head.

Name Rater: “I...I guess? Let me try thinking of something…”

After a few seconds of sitting in silence, the Name Rater zones out a bit, and hears a rather upbeat song playing over the restaurant’s speakers.



As he begins tapping his foot to the song, an idea pops into his head. Taking away the pen and pad of paper, he begins writing furiously, before turning it over to Gunn and Kidman with it reading “The O.S.B.F.”

Gunn: “The hell does OTTSBF mean?”

Name Rater: “Glad you asked! Listening to this song, it energized my mind, man, and I got this spark! You guys, your new name is The Original Super Best Friends!”

Both Gunn and Kidman look to each other, before Gunn gives a smile to the Name Rater.

Name Rater: “Of course, I may need to give it an edit, just in-”

Gunn: “That’s awesome! Think I got ooonnne edit to make though…”

Gunn takes the pad of paper, rips off his piece, and begins staring at it before then focusing on his own page. At the end of it, he looks extremely proud of his work, and shows off the work.

Gunn: “Super Best Friends II: Double Champion Edition!”

Name Rater: “Hmm...not bad...not bad...it seems to work more as a shirt logo though, don’t you think? Like, you can do that in the Street Fighter II font, have lil’ pixelated sprites of you two on there, and then have the title belts above the two of you?”

Gunn: “You genius! That’s incredible! Alright, Well, that still doesn’t necessarily end our name problem.”

Name Rater: “Well, I had a good edit for the name idea...instead of that longer acronym, let’s just go with a shorter one: TWGWF.”

Kidman: “There is an equal amount of letters though…”

Name Rater: “‘Doesn’t matter, it sounds cooler. Think about it, The World’s Greatest Wrestling Friends!”

Gunn: “Gotta admit..that has a pretty cool ring to it…”

Name Rater: “Alright, well that’ll be $350-”

At the mention of a price, Gunn and Kidman both look to each other, pick up the pad of paper and pen, and stand up, beginning to walk out of the booth.

Kidman: “Well, thank you for the name and all, but I think we’re going to stick with The Hired Gunns after all!”

Gunn: “Yeah, thank you for the shirt idea though!”

The two then bolt out of the restaurant, the name rater still at the booth unsure of what the hell just happened, but knowing he got swindled out of getting paid.

Name Rater: “Hey...what the hell?! GET BACK HERE YOU IDIOTS! YOU OWE ME FOR THE NAME IDEAS!”

He bolts out of the door, the camera leaving on him rushing out of the restaurant, with the door slowly closing on the scene.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

HOLLA IF YOU HEAR ME



The sirens start to blare across the arena as the Genetic Freak walks out of the curtain wearing his traditional chain mail head gear. Stands at the top of the ramp and flexes for all his freaks out there and kiss one of them. He goes down the ramp and lets all the women touch his muscles. 

Micheal Buffer: Now heading down the aisle. From Detroit Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 276 pounds. He is the Big Bad Booty Daddy, he is the Genetic Freak, he is Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner. 



He gets into the ring and heads to the top turnbuckle and once again flexes his muscles and gives the other one a kiss. As he comes down he takes off his headgear and makes sure he tells the usher where to put it as he waits for his opponent.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

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 roar as the Billies, Gunn and Kidman, run out onto the stage. Gunn and Kidman bask in the fans' glory and praise, doing a sweet as hell pose for them of Gunn holding the International House of Tag Team Title on one hand and the European Championship on the other, with Kidman crouched in front of him, crotch chopping towards his half of the IHoTT Title which is firmly wrapped around his waist.

Michael Buffer: "Being accompanied by Billy Kidman, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 268 lbs he is 1/2 of The Hired Gunns and the CURRENT UWF EUROPEAN CHAMPION, BILLLLYYYYYY GUNNNNNNN!!!"

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 (even if they are not part of it.)

DING DING DING!]

Scott Steiner and Billy Gunn circle each other as the match starts one not wanting to make the first move over the other. Steiner stops to flex his muscles mocking the European champion, this prompts Billy Gunn to respond in kind by doing a pose of his own only to be jumped by Scott Steiner with a knee to the stomach. Steiner taking advantage of the hunched over Gunn by switching to a belly to back position powering him down to the mat with a wrestling throw. Following up with doing push-ups on the back of Billy Gunn.

Mauro Ranallo: Blatant Disrespect is shown by Big Poppa Pump!

Matt Striker: This just is Steiner’s strategy, and he’s using it to great effect, but I wouldn’t count out the European champion just yet!

Scott Steiner flips him over to deliver more punishment, but Billy Gunn rolls him up in a small package which Steiner immediately kicks out of. Billy Gunn looks at Steiner with a smile on his face knowing that he caught him off guard. Steiner bull-rushes Gunn who low bridges him pulling down the top rope sending him tumbling to the outside. The champion doesn’t hesitate as he is quick to follow Steiner out and begins delivering clubbing blows to the back of Steiner who is recovering to his feet.

Steiner shoves Gunn off, sending him back first into the steel steps. Scott immediately follows up by grabbing onto Gunn’s head and slamming it into the displaced steps before throwing him back into the ring right as the ref hit a five count. Steiner follows the champion into the ring and begins stomping on him slowly before digging his boot into Billy Gunn’s head, flexing again as the champion writhes around trying to get out from under the heel of Steiner. Eventually, Steiner ceases his current attack and lifts Gunn to his feet only to throw him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Billy lands flat on his back and flops around in agony as he goes over to the corner to seek some kind of sanctuary from Scott’s offence. Scott walks over to the corner and begins pressing his foot into Gunn’s throat, holding the rope for support. The ref eventually tries pulling the two apart, then starts a DQ count on Steiner. The count causes Steiner to break off and turn to the official to argue, but he turns his back on the champion in the process. During this time Gunn makes it back to his feet and grabs the larger man, throwing him shoulder first into the steel post before he drops down to one knee grabbing his throat to catch his breath.

Mauro Ranallo: A short-sighted move by Scott Steiner costs him big time, but Gunn is not acting on his offence!

Matt Striker: The question is can Billy Gunn capitalize on this situation, or did Scott do enough damage to give him room to make mistakes like the one we just saw.

Billy Gunn gets upright as Steiner manages to free himself from the turnbuckle, and before Scott can make a move Billy kicks Steiner in the stomach. He gets him into position and hits a snap vertical suplex before popping right back up with a kip up. The fans pop with him, the excitement in the atmosphere palpable as Gunn starts lining Steiner up while the latter gets to hands and knees and starts moving for the ropes. Gunn charges and leaps, looking for the Fameasser, but Steiner drops and rolls out of the way and Gunn lands on his ass on the canvas! Steiner quickly gets to one knee and drives a hard forearm into the face of the European Champion, then another and another before pulling his massive arm back and slugging Gunn one final time, sending him sprawling to the canvas. Steiner falls on top of him and the official considers it a pinfall, counting it.

1...

2...

...NO!

Right after the two-count, Gunn gets a shoulder off the ring surface, and Steiner rolls to the side as the fans cheer for the kick-out. Both men are a little slower to get up this time, Steiner because the match is dragging on and his energy is draining, while Gunn is still feeling the effects of the brutal strikes he just took moments before. They both regain their respective vertical bases at the same time, and quickly close and begin trading blows in the middle of the ring. With each brutal smash from Steiner, Gunn teeters a little bit harder, but he still comes right back with a big punch of his own every time.

Matt Striker: I'm amazed that anyone can go blow for blow with the Big Bad Booty Daddy, but Billy Gunn seems determined to show that he's not only capable of doing it, but capable of winning as he toughs it out in this jaw-jacking slugfest!

Mauro Ranallo: This is a losing proposition, however. A man the size of Scott Steiner, with his brutal strikes, is not someone you want to go shot for shot with and you can see that every time he lands a blow on Gunn. The European Champion almost seems out on his feet.

Gunn throws another strike and this time, Steiner catches it, twisting the arm out. Gunn tries a feeble blow from his free hand and Steiner catches that, again turning the arm out before pulling Gunn into a massive headbutt! Steiner releases Gunn as he stumbles away, clutching his face, then takes a run at the European Champion and plants him on the canvas with a facebuster. Steiner's not done there, however, as he deadlifts Gunn up onto his shoulders and traps him in a huge torture rack! The fans are booing as Steiner uses the hold to punish Gunn, who cries out in agony. Steiner starts showboating as he parades Gunn around the ring, walking in a circle, but he gets a little too close to the ropes and Gunn manages to grab one, using it to pull himself loose. Gunn lands on his feet but he's hurting; Steiner turns and grins as he charges, looking for a huge lariat. Gunn, however, gets the boot up and catches Steiner on the jaw, sending him lurching away. Gunn moves quick to press the advantage as he rushes Steiner and catches him in a clutch, then bridges a belly-to-back suplex for the pin attempt!

Mauro Ranallo: Picture-perfect bridging belly-to-back suplex!

1...

2...

...NO!

Steiner manages to kick out! The fans boo this development, but neither man is in any position to take advantage of the situation as Steiner rolls out of the ring to try to recover and Gunn stays lying on the canvas, visibly gassed by the grueling contest. It's Steiner who shows the first signs of real life, however, as he rolls out one of his shoulders and then climbs up onto the apron. He enters the ring and moves on Gunn, pulling the European Champion to one knee and then brandishing a fist. Steiner is clearly intent on pummeling Gunn into the mat, but before he can, Gunn throws a wild forearm strike to the gut, and then another, and then gives Steiner a shove off that sends Big Poppa Pump into the ropes. On rebound, Steiner swings wildly for a clothesline but Gunn ducks under and hits the ropes Steiner just rebounded off of as Scott keeps going for the others. When they rebound, both of them are thinking the same thing and they both go for clotheslines, taking each other out in the middle of the ring to a HUGE mixed reaction from the crowd! Gunn is practically convulsing on the canvas while Steiner is hardly moving, but to brace his jaw. The official, seeing both men on their backs, starts a 10-count.

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3...

Matt Striker: Scott Steiner is pressing the European Champion here tonight in this very tense contest between two of the bigger men in the Resistance locker room.

Mauro Ranallo: Steiner is unquestionably one of the most dangerous men in this company, let alone on this brand. When he focuses in on something, he can do a massive amount of damage.

That massive amount of damage is on full display as Gunn is still noticeably seeing stars, the convulsing having ended but a distant look in his eye. Steiner, too, is still laid out, so the official continues his 10-count.

4...

5...

6...

Gunn slowly finds his hands and knees while Steiner starts dragging himself with one arm to the ropes. Steiner uses the ropes to get to his feet while Gunn gets there of his own power. As Steiner turns and pushes off the ropes, Gunn takes another run and leap at him, but Steiner catches the European Champion in mid air and traps him in a bear hug! Steiner cinches his hands in and locks the hold as he literally tries to squeeze the life out of Gunn, flailing him around like a rag doll. It's an impressive sight, given Gunn's own body mass, to see Steiner manhandling him in that manner. The fans are buzzing as Gunn's lights slowly start to fade, his clenched fists slowly opening, his arms and head sagging. Finally, it looks as though he might have fallen limp in Steiner's arms as Kidman starts pounding the canvas and stomping. Kidman's behaviors rally the crowd, who start chanting and clapping, willing the European Champion back into the match. Steiner keeps the hold locked as Gunn finds a second wind drawn from the energy of the fans and slowly taps into a reservoir of fight, grabbing Steiner's skull with one hand to brace it as he rains punches down with the other. Eventually the cumulative concussive force of the blows forces Steiner to release the hold and Gunn lands on his feet, but he leaps off of them to hit a beautiful dropkick that sends Steiner into the corner. Gunn charges then, but as he does Steiner steps out and drops him with an STO! The fans immediately sour and start to boo as Steiner flops back into the corner, giving his head a shake to try and lose the cobwebs.

Mauro Ranallo: Neither man has been able to get an extended period of offence in during this very even match-up, and though the fans are booing loudly right now there's no denying that this crowd is white hot.

Matt Striker: They really do not like Scott Steiner.

Steiner slowly steps out of the corner, but as he does it's not to continue the attack on Gunn. Instead, he slips out of the ring and charges Kidman, bullrushing and grounding Gunn's partner in crime and pummeling him violently with forearms to the face! The fans are booing as Steiner beats the ever-loving crap out of Kidman, bloodying his face and smashing his skull into the floor. The official is screaming at Steiner to break it off and starts a count-out, but Steiner's seeing red as he brutalizes Kidman on the outside, shouting about how it's the bloodied Billy's fault that Gunn didn't pass out to the bear hug. Gunn slowly starts to recover on the ropes.

1...

2...

3...

Mauro Ranallo: My God... Billy Kidman is being beaten literally to a pulp.

Steiner has pulled Kidman to his feet and backed him against the barricade now, using his massive hands to chop the crap out of Kidman's chest. Gunn slowly realizes what's happening and gets to his feet, intending to head out and help his partner, but as he starts moving that way a hand grabs him on the shoulder and spins him around, and then the Drew McIntyre, the owner of that hand, hits the Future Shock DDT! Gunn is planted hard on the canvas as the official continues to focus on Steiner and McIntyre slips out of the ring and into the crowd unseen. Steiner, finished with Kidman, slides back into the ring to find Gunn in the perfect position and crosses it to loom over him, flexing and kissing a bicep before he locks in the Steiner Recliner! With nowhere to go and no fight left, Gunn taps out.

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, by submission

SCOTT STEINER!



Matt Striker: I don't believe it! Scott Steiner has pulled off something of an upset victory here over the freshly minted European Champion, but with some assistance from none other than Drew McIntyre.

Mauro Ranallo: By hook or by crook, Big Poppa Pump has made sure that he is one of the most talked-about parts of Resistance this week with a brutal showing that may lead to the hospitalization of Billy Kidman.

Steiner releases the hold, but keeps Gunn by his hair as he holds Gunn's face up to the crowd, smirking. "That's what you get!" he shouts, then smashes Gunn's face into the canvas before putting a boot on the back of his head and grinding it in. Steiner then exits the ring, walking past a comatose and badly bleeding Kidman on his way out as medical personnel and other UWF staff come from the back to tend to the two men left there. The feed moves along.

The scene opens up on Vinny Marseglia looking menacingly at the camera.



Vinny Marseglia: Kenny Omega, what a sequence of events you find yourself involved in. At Survivor Series you were blindsided by someone you thought was your ally, and now tonight you get blindsided by someone you think is your lesser. It’s all been jokes and underestimation from the very moment this match was announced, because you can’t come to terms with the fact that someone like me could be in the same league as you or exist in one that ranks higher.

Taken at face value, I could see where that’s confusing for you. The way you do things is fluid and polished, whereas the way I do things is a lot more haphazard and messy. Where you give everyone a smile to lift their spirits and connect with them in a way that lets them know you care about them getting their money’s worth, I give them a scowl or a crazed look, letting them know there’s no turning back from this point of no return and I’m going to make them uncomfortable with what they’re about to see.

Vinny laughs about this for a brief moment before continuing.

The thing is, simply believing something is better doesn’t make it so. Things like that are subjective, differing from opinion to opinion, and of course you’re going to hype up what you bring to the table as the best, because it’s something that you created yourself. But you take it a step further, putting us on different planes, with you at the top being a role model and raising ratings and me at the bottom being an eyesore on the business.

Well what you’ve been too busy polishing your halo to see is that instead of those boasts and that way of thinking making you stronger, it’s actually making you more susceptible to what I have up my sleeve. You’re wrapped up in getting Resistance a good rating, in having matches so high in quality the world won’t be able to quit talking about them, in being a role model and a premiere athlete and so many other things.

And getting wrapped up in so much binds and restricts you, it robs you of your focus because you’re too busy discounting me and marking up yourself to not only notice the danger you’re in, but take precautions to prevent or avoid it. It makes no difference, because while mercy and empathy are not things I possess to gift the world, one thing I do grant men in your position is the realization of their goal.

Vinny’s eyes widen sadistically.

In other words, you want to be this white knight that stands up to the darkness for them? You want to be a martyr? I’ll let you do that. But it doesn’t have a happy ending for you, because martyrdom leads to death and as I said, your focus is going to be your undoing so you might be dressed for the part of playing that white knight, but when you try to slay the dragon, you’re going to end up falling on your own sword.

You’re going to find out that you were wrong to not consider the possibility of failure, and learn very quickly that Vinny Marseglia is what he says he is, something more. Instead of walking away with the contendership because of a V-Trigger, you’re going to perish because you triggered V. I’m, “Silver Bullet” proof, Kenny, so whether it’s head shots or body shots, the, “Horror King” is one bloodthirsty entity that’s not going to go down!

Vinny stares silently at the camera for a moment following this delivery before continuing.

And that’s what you fear the most, being in a situation where victory is unattainable. A hurdle you can’t clear, a summit you can’t reach. And because I’m that situation, that hurdle, and that summit...that makes me exactly as advertised, your fears incarnate and your worst nightmare. Now let me talk to the, “Destroyer” for a moment.

Samoa Joe, the, “Horror King” is coming to finish what he started and when I leave you in a broken heap of humanity this time, I’m leaving with more than your blood on my palms or fragments of your dignity on my knuckles, I’m taking the International Championship. And by now, this is the easiest game of Clue you’ve ever played. To get the contendership tonight and the title later on, it’ll be Vinny Marseglia in the ring with the Redrum.

Vinny snaps his fingers and walks offscreen. As he does, the camera catches sight of something drifting to the ground that appears to be an index card that says, “Horror King”. As the card becomes the only thing in the shot, Resistance heads elsewhere.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Number One Contenders' match for the UWF International Championship, it is tonight's main event and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

Anticipation is at an all time high as the lights go out and as they do, a familiar song begins to play, the vocals beginning at the same moment as the song itself.

”I...am...your worst nightmare.
I’ll get inside your head,
You’ll see me before it ends.

I...am...your worst nightmare.
Don’t worry, don’t be scared.
I’m not going anywhere.”



At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and out walks Vinny Marseglia with one of his masks adorning his face and his trademark axe and red balloons in his grasp.



Michael Buffer: From Warwick, Rhode Island. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. Vinny....Marseglia!

Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.



Following this, Vinny begins to remove his entrance gear as the referee hands the items off to a ringside official as Vinny gets ready for the match ahead.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent:

"-Forfeit the game / Before somebody else Takes you out of the frame / Puts your name to shame"



"Cover up your face / You can’t run the race The pace is too fast / You just won't last-"

Linkin Park's hit "Point of Authority" blasts through the PA system and the crowd go BERSERK for the meaning behind it. The hot bar dropped at the beginning passes, and as the theme kicks in, out walks in a cool swagger Canada's own Kenny Omega!



The sunglasses, the trench coat, all signs of "The Silver Bullet" are long gone. This is now just Kenny Omega, the man who fights not for money, not for himself; he fights for the people, and he's quick to show it, as he raises a single finger high overhead, before heading down the ramp as soon as his theme kicks in, slapping some fans' hands on the way down. The fans are enthralled with him, before he starts stepping up on to the apron and into the ring, cocking up a finger gun, syncing up his pose to the announcer's words.

Michael Buffer: "From Winnipeg, Canada, weighing in at 288 pounds, he is "The Cleaner", Kennyyyyyyy Oooooooomegaaaaaa!"



"BANG!"

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Omega blows the imaginary smoke from his finger, before backing himself up in the corner, bouncing up and down and checking his wrists to get this thing to get started.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Marseglia and Omega circle each other as they close the gap. Omega moves to tie Marseglia up, but Vinny slips behind him and gives him a shove. Omega turns around and Vinny is wagging his finger with a little "tsk tsk," almost as if chiding Omega for opening himself up to something. Kenny shrugs, smiling wildly, and the fans pop for him as he kicks Marseglia in the gut, doubling the Horror King over. Omega quickly hip-tosses Marseglia to the canvas and then isolates the arm, dropping a knee inside the elbow joint and grinding it in as Marseglia struggles. Omega gets back to his feet and drops the knee back in again, then again, and again, isolating the limb as he tries to take away some of Marseglia's ability to mount an attack. Finally, Omega breaks it off, allowing Marseglia to roll to the outside of the ring. The Horror King gives his arm a shake, trying to get some feeling back into it, but as he turns around he's caught flatfooted as Omega comes over the top to hit a tope con hilo! A massive pop comes from the crowd as Omega gets to his feet and does a fancy little bow for them.

Matt Striker: Kenny Omega is on the offensive mere moments into this match-up, and the fans are loving it.

Mauro Ranallo: Matt, Vinny Marseglia has his adorers, but it's hard to imagine someone the fans like more than the Cleaner right now. Aside from maybe Jeff Hardy, he might just be the most well-loved man on Resistance.

Samoa Joe: Unfortunately for Kenny Omega, likeability doesn't count for much in a business based on violence.

Omega pulls Marseglia to his feet and props him against the apron as he unloads with some chops to the chest, the Horror King selling the impact of each with a grimace as he tries to brace his chest and Kenny smacks his hand away to allow him to connect with another. Finally, Omega takes Marseglia by his dreads, turns him toward the apron again and smashes his face off of it before catching him a suplex clutch, clutching the ankle under and lifting Vinny, then dropping him for an aoi shoudou on the apron! Vinny lands hard and flops onto the floor, visibly hurt by the maneuver as Omega slides into and back out of the ring to reset the count. He grabs Marseglia and rolls him into the ring, then slides in for the cover.

Samoa Joe: That kind of killer instinct though? That could win a match.

1...

...NO! Vinny gets a foot on the ropes!

Mauro Ranallo: A great display of ring awareness by the Horror King.

Omega pulls Vinny to his feet and sends him off the ropes, then bends over for a back body drop but Marseglia has it scouted and punts Kenny right on the shoulder, causing him to shoot up to a full vertical, before grabbing his neck on either side and hitting a sitout jawbreaker! Kenny stumbles back to the ropes to brace himself, but Vinny has no intention of letting him stay on his two feet as the Horror King gets to his own and charges, sending Omega over the top with a dropkick to the chest. Kenny spills to the outside and Vinny gets back to his vertical base, the wear and tear showing visibly as he continues to shake his arm out and hobbles a bit from the drop on the apron, as well. Still, Marseglia is determined to press the attack as he slips out of the ring and stalks Omega, who is walking around the squared circle and trying to recuperate. Marseglia grabs Omega by his curly hair, but as he does Omega lashes out with an elbow to the gut and then hits a basic snapmare on Marseglia, who lands seated up, before Omega punts him on the back. Marseglia flops to his side bracing his spine, but that exposes the arm Omega has already been targetting and he goes to work with some stomps to the elbow joint.

Matt Striker: And there's Kenny Omega going back to that targetting of the arm of his opponent here tonight.

Mauro Ranallo: While I commend the strategy of isolating and picking at a particular limb, I question Omega's decision of the arm. Vinny isn't particularly well known for being a striker...

Samoa Joe: Though I don't necessarily like either of these men, you've got to give them both the respect they deserve. They're world caliber athletes and I'm sure Omega has a plan to use this advantage he is creating later on.

Omega pulls Vinny back to his feet and then works the arm with a quick wristlock, holding it behind Vinny's back as he leads the Horror King by the dreads to the apron and shoves him back into the ring. Omega drapes the arm over the edge of the apron, then climbs up onto it several feet away and dashes toward it, leaping up to drop a leg on the exposed arm. Vinny pulls it in just in time, and Omega lands on the apron eating all of the hurt for no payoff as Marseglia rolls to a three-point stance and gets to his feet, holding the arm Omega has been attacking in toward his chest as though he were wearing a sling. Marseglia eyes Omega as he slowly gets to his feet on the outside and climbs up onto the apron, the Horror King taking a step back as though he intends to allow Omega to enter the ring. Kenny steps between the ropes but as soon as he renders himself vulnerable, Marseglia attacks, driving hammering blows from the fist on his good arm into the back of Kenny's head and shoulders, then grabbing him in a DDT clutch and pulling back to drop him with a rope-hung DDT! Omega's face hits the canvas and Marseglia rolls him over for the cover.

Mauro Ranallo: Wounded as he is, Vinny Marseglia is still pressing the attack here against Kenny Omega.

Samoa Joe: If there is one thing I have learned about the Horror King, it's that he is always a threat. It doesn't matter how hurt you may think he is.

1...

2...

...NO! Kenny gets a foot on the ropes!

Marseglia knows he can't let this match go on much longer with his arm banged up the way it is, and so he goes right to work mercilessly stomping on Omega, gripping the top rope with one hand as he does so. Finally Omega rolls onto his back and Marseglia puts his boot to the Cleaner's throat, choking him outright. The official counts to four before Marseglia breaks it off and paces back and forth, eyeing Omega like a hungry predator. Finally he comes back in for another choke, then backs off again after a four-count. Marseglia comes back and grabs Omega by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Kenny's gasping for air and choking as Vinny sends him to the ropes opposite, then darts after him and connects with a Jump Scare! Marseglia throws his good arm on to Omega for the cover!

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...NO!

Matt Striker: Kenny Omega kicks out of the Jump Scare!

Samoa Joe: The longer this match goes on, the worse it gets for Vinny Marseglia.

Vinny pulls Omega to his feet and again sends him off the ropes. This time as Omega rebounds, Vinny doubles over to scoop him up with the good arm, but Omega leaps clean over him and as Vinny stands up and turns to face him, Kenny feigns a superkick before connecting with one directly to the arm of his opponent! Marseglia reels, audibly screaming from the targetted assault on the limb. Omega allows no separation, charging and hitting the Kotaro Krusher! Vinny lands hard on his chest with the arm tucked under him. Omega rolls Marseglia over and goes for the cover, but he doesn't even get a one count as the Horror King kicks out! The fans buzz as Omega pulls Marseglia back to his feet, but Vinny shoves him away. Kenny comes right back looking with a low kick, but Vinny catches it with the good arm. Marseglia tries to hit an enzuigiri, but Omega ducks the boot and Marseglia lands on it with his back turned to Kenny. Omega then underhooks both arms and hits a bridging dragon suplex!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! What a sequence! I've got whiplash!

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2...

...NO!

Marseglia kicks out! There's a break in the cheering of the crowd as he manages to escape, and Omega allows him to roll to the outside before following him out. Marseglia again lands in the three point stance, and as Omega slides out he bullrushes Kenny, managing to drive him spine-first into the barricade! Omega screams as he's slammed against the barrier and it shudders at the impact, but doesn't buckle. Marseglia then grabs Omega by the hair with his good arm and leads him to the steel steps, bouncing his face repeatedly off the surface of the stairs. After several seconds of this, Omega's face bloodied and battered, Marseglia throws him into the ring and climbs up onto the apron, then starts heading up the turnbuckle. The fans are chanting "NO!" as he ascends, step by step, slowly and deliberately. Omega seems almost comatose on the canvas, but for the movement of a hand trying to wipe the blood clear from his face after the brutal staircase assault. Marseglia finally reaches the top, and as he does, he leaps off for the Redrum! Unfortunately for Vinny, Omega has it scouted and gets his knees up and the Horror King crashes and burns!

Matt Striker: Vinny Marseglia just had his lungs blown out by a counter to the Redrum! He's in trouble!

Mauro Ranallo: This match may be as good as done after that brutal crash and burn.

Omega rolls Marseglia off of him and goes for the cover.

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...NO! Vinny grabs the rope!

Samoa Joe: You both moved a little too quickly to write Marseglia off. This isn't over until it's over.

Omega seems utterly flummoxed by the fact his opponent is still in this. He shakes his head and gets to his feet, then pulls Marseglia to his own and sends him into the corner. Omega follows, putting Marseglia on a shoulder and sitting him on the ropes, then lifts him off in One Wing Angel position as the fans kick up another chant — "YES!" this time. Omega leads Marseglia off the top and carries him to the middle of the ring, but as he does Vinny uses his bad arm to drive some feeble strikes into the top of Omega's skull before slipping loose and landing on his feet behind the Cleaner. Omega turns around and Marseglia roars as he goes for a wild swing with his good hand, but Omega catches it and shoves Marseglia half a step back before unloading with a HUGE superkick to the face! Omega stumbles into the corner and back out of it into a Hadouken to the chest! Marseglia is once more sent into the corner and as he comes out, Omega catches him in a Northern Suplex clutch and hits the maneuver, bridging for the pin!

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...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, and the NEW

Number One Contender to the International Championship:

KENNY OMEGA!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, he's done it! The Cleaner has done it! Look out!

Omega's arm is raised by the official but almost immediately thereafter he is blindsided by Tama Tonga, who hopped the barricade and slid into the ring! Tanga Loa is in behind him and the two start laying in to the new Number One Contender as Fale enters the ring and starts to assault Marseglia. As they do, a clatter is heard from commentary as Joe pulls off his headset and takes his title, entering the ring. The three Guerillas of Destiny turn their focus to the champion as he enters the squared circle and Fale charges him, but Joe levels him with the championship! At that point, Omega and Marseglia find their feet and start battling back against the other two while Joe throws Fale out of the ring, and soon all three Guerillas of Destiny have been thrown out. Marseglia eyes both of the other men in the ring suspiciously as Joe looms over the ropes, shouting at the Guerillas. Kenny, meanwhile, collects the championship, then grabs Joe on the shoulder and turns him around before offering him the International Championship. 

Matt Striker: Resistance's three biggest names have just driven back the Guerillas of Destiny and it would seem as though their fortunes are turning!

Mauro Ranallo: When these three men work in concert... that's something to behold.

Joe looks at the belt, and then shakes his hand and grabs Omega by the wrist, lifting his hand up with the title in it as the fans pop at the display and Marseglia watches on, nursing his arm. The show comes to a close.

-=END OF SHOW=-

CREDITS:

Jester v.s. Grado - Bodor

Nigel v.s. Dream - Jye

Steiner v.s. Gunn - Wasabi/Crann

Promos - Respective TTers

Everything Else - Crann

[Fauche]

No #coldopen. Good heavens. Well, I guess variety is the spice of life. I like it when they say what city they're in off the jump. Maybe this has been going on for a while. I think I've just noticed on the last two shows. Used to be that the city was announced with the card, at least for ppvs, and you could work that into tt's and that was neato. It's the little things.

Big shoutout to YOLO for setting up the return of Asshole Live on 92.5. It was lots of fun to revisit, and cool that he set up something different for his dudes.

I think somebody said it last time, but there's some strong Wyatt vibes with the Jester stuff. Which is fine. I don't know hardly nothing about except he's ICW.

Dream promo happening at two different times is a cool way to flip the script on what would otherwise be a typical backstage interview. Look at all this creativity. Everyone so gosh darn creative, which is great, cause is everyone keeps doing more interesting stuff it means I can keep doing plain old backstage interviews with Renee and they'll still stand out.

Heck dang. What a swerve on the barbed wire massacre. More angle than match. That's cool. That's real cool. Obvs the next step is a barbed wire cage match. Not to constantly compare new UWF to old UWF, but isn't it just effing dandy that there are storylines all over the card and not just main event title chase stories?

Feel like every week there's some new character showing up and I have no idea who's playing them but heck, happy to have a Nick Gage. I think the concept of the Prime Time title is the best and I wouldn't trade it for the world but Resistance has the makings of pretty decent Hardcore divsion too....

Hecking great segment between Dream and Scurll. Can he trust Marty? Is the Villain really so friendly? Where do they go from here? Dream / Scurll is the beating heart of Resistace. This Nigel / Dream match was really good. Nigel looked strong, Dream survived everything so that's a good feather in his cap too. No idea what's going on with the cop angle, but heck, I love a good mystery.

Fuck, I gotta run. I was gonna rundown this whole show. Maybe later. So far so good tho. So far so good.

[Gone]

Hecking darn good show. Gonna keep my review short, but yeah, it was good. Liked the podcast thing Yolo did along with the main event. Gur as the contender is undeserved. We don't need jobbers in the title picture /s. In all seriousness good job Gur and I'm still waiting to see who's playing G.O.D. Also Leyton Buzzard gonna get fricked up when Vampiro gets his hands on him.

Had fun TTing with George the local jobber /s. Always a good time to TT with George. I wanted to go at least three rounds, but George had exams, so blame him on that. Also going against Leedles next week for a chance for the Prime Time championship will be nice. Especially now that I know where I made mistakes that led to my downfall for my championship reign.

Also speaking of Leedles, this leads into his match with Benito. I really enjoy Benito's Steiner. Plays him real well and a very good win for him. It will put him in contention for the European title one day maybe.

Also glad Neon is back, we never got to see him get going really, so it's cool to see him back. The show was a little short, but it's aight, still good none the less. Also, I guess this is the end of Scurll? Gonna miss you, Marty. :Wave:

Good show.

[Dres]

Guess I took the cold open this week for Revolution. Sorry, wasn’t trying to jack your schtick.

Nice Hardy promo. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting his favor to be a shot for the Primetime Championship but it makes sense in character as well as because of who Fauche is. Jeff’s a new character so I can see him wanting to gradually climb the ladder instead of shooting straight to the top.

Very cool of Drake to set up a tournament to crown the new Primetime Champion. The belt continues to shine as arguably one of the best things going in the UWF right now. Definitely the most successful championship created from scratch that I can think of in e-feds.

Wasn’t expecting the return of Asshole Live. I’m admittedly not a big fan of Hornswoggle but it’s all good, Fauche makes him work in this capacity. Good segment.

Interesting turn of events with the Jack Jester/Grado match. It’s an effective utilization of the character’s mystique.

Good dual promo from Dream with half of it happening post-Survivor Series and the other half occurring in the present. His pursuit to become champion again will be interesting to follow.

Fun match-up between Vampiro and Leyton, made more interesting by the fact that it didn’t play out the way I expected it to. I’m assuming this angle is going to continue and it’s been good stuff so far so I’m okay with that.

“GONG!” automatically makes me think of Deadman or Ministry Taker. I don’t know much about Nick Gage except what I’ve been told. A welcome addition to the roster for sure.

A nice, brief continuance of the Leyton/Vampiro stuff.

Speaking of a continuance of something, it’s good to see more from the Dream/Scurll dynamic.

Good match between Nigel and Dream. I’ll be honest, at first I didn’t understand why Scurll was being arrested then I remembered the Post Malone thing. Jimmy Jacobs never went to jail for what he did to Vampiro but Marty gets served justice? That’s funny.

A very funny segment with The Hired Gunns. Quite entertaining.

Big win for Steiner who comes off as an undeniable force to be reckoned with after the beating he hands out.

Gurt and I had a great thread I feel. It was good to mix it up with him again. That last TT of his had me pretty convinced he had the contendership in the bag and now here we are and I was right. Congratulations on the opportunity, I wish you luck against Rey.

Great edition, Crann and crew!

[yoloisfox]

SWEET SHOW BRO!

Huge thanks to Fauche for letting me work with him.

Also loved both leyton and Nigel getting matches. Also Nigel in general is a fun character that I think Semi can do alot with.

HUUUUUUGE CONGRATS TO THE CLEANER! Go clean up the title scene buddy.

Huge win from big Ben Pump.

Also shout out to my thread with Cipher. Hope you keep staying dude.