Post by crann on Dec 17, 2018 13:48:47 GMT -6
Matt Striker: Before our broadcast begins tonight we have some shocking and disgusting actions that went on after Resistance went off air last week.
Mauro Ranallo: One of the most Vile acts I HAVE SEEN since the beginning of Resistance...
The camera cuts to the exclusive video from uwf.com, The announcers look worried as it moves on...
"UWF.com EXCLUSIVE"
Generic Interviewer: Sammy good news in an UWF.com exclusive we have learned you have been cleared for a return to inring action...
Sammy Guevara:
Dasha I am pumped to announce my return to Resistance as a performer, The Panda Fam is going to be partying I just had a talk with both General Managers and can confirm my previous statement of moving over to Resistance. I will become the workhorse of this brand as I make my way to the top. After a turbulent start I wi--
McIntyre hits Guevara in the back with a clubbing blow, Drew pushes over the set behind Dasha and Drew. Guevara gets to his feet as he turns to face the Psychopath. Drew runs his shoulder into the abdomen of Guevara lifting him up and spiking the back of Guevara into a concrete wall...
McIntyre lifts up Guevara to his feet by his neck with a seething look in his eyes from the loss to Jeff Hardy, He rams Guevara into the concrete corner arm first, Guevara's arm pops out of place as Drew keeps him held to his feet still with his hands wrapped around the neck of Guevara, McIntyre launches Guevara across the room throwing by the neck into Dasha, Both of them crash down to the ground....
All of a sudden ten security guards come following behind the path of destruction left by McIntyre, Drew is surrounded by the ten security officers who all have batons in their hands to presumably subdue McIntyre. One guard attempts to rush McIntyre baton in hand which is caught in his hand as he is looked down to, GLASGOW KISS, McIntyre sends the security bundling to the ground. Two other guards come rushing up to the Scottish Psychopath, McIntyre sends one guard into the brick wall by launching him head first over the catering table, The Guard hits like a lawn dart head first into the wall, McIntyre turns to the other guard as he hits yet another, GLASGOW KISS, The man bundles to the ground...
The other guards back up a little before the smallest security officer decides to step forward, McIntyre lifts the guy up with no issues before throwing him into the other six security sending them all crashing to the ground, McIntyre notices huge sound equipment up against the wall, McIntyre marches over to the speaker as he pushes it over onto the stack of men, The speaker looks to weigh about 100kg, A few of the security attempt to move out of the way to no avail, McIntyre flips over the speaker as it lands on the seven guys who were downed. McIntyre moves forward as he screams...
"I want Maverick where the hell is that scrawny little fuck!"
The cameraman follows behind McIntyre filming every action, McIntyre gets to a door with the words "General Manager on the front". McIntyre sends a huge boot into the door knocking it off his hinges, As the door flings off it reveals no maverick to be found. McIntyre moves away as he walks out to the parking garage where he get's to Mavericks parking space noticing his car is missing McIntyre turns around to the cameraman. There is a scuffle the camera, McIntyre is seen hitting a GLASGOW KISS on the cameraman, He falls to the ground, McIntyre walks off camera as the video cuts...
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 Chase Center in San Francisco, California!
Matt Striker: That's right, we're here in the City by the Bay tonight, and hometown stars Jimmy and Jey Uso will try to take a rare win against Grado and the Proletariat Boar in tag action!
Mauro Ranallo: We will also find out who will challenge Jeff Hardy for the Prime Time Championship after Scott Steiner and Velveteen Dream have it out in what promises to be a very exciting match-up between two contrasting styles.
Matt Striker: As well, the Daemon Vampiro will contend with the Villain in singles action after coming up with a huge victory last week, and Jonah Rock and Bray Wyatt will make their Resistance debuts by squaring off against one another in a battle between two big men!
Mauro Ranallo: We'll also see G.O.D. potentially receive some comeuppance for their antics of the past month when Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa fight Vinny Marseglia and Kenny Omega in tag team action, Striker!
Matt Striker: It's an exciting night here tonight, and to get things started, we have a message from General Manager Drake Maverick!
The fans stand for the arrival of the UWF Resistance General Manager, and he doesn't disappoint as they cheer and chant his name: "MAVERICK! MAVERICK!"
Maverick makes his way out onto the stage to begin the episode with an address to the entire UWF Universe.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you here tonight for two reasons. The first is related to the events you saw before our episode opened here tonight. For too long, I have stood idly by while men on my roster performed brazen and horrible actions on one another. Resistance, of late, has been associated only with one word: "chaos." But tonight, I put an end to that. Tonight, I send a clear message that no matter what... I WILL have order! Effective immediately and in spite of his upcoming European Championship opportunity at Judgment Day, I am suspending Drew McIntyre. He has already been informed that he is not welcome here in the arena tonight due to his frankly sickening behavior and will not be welcome in a UWF venue until I see fit.
That announcement engenders some good will and a pop from the crowd. Maverick nods, soaking up the approval, and then continues.
My second announcement pertains to tonight's Main Event. When I initially booked this card, I put the Guerillas of Destiny in the main event slot because I wanted their embarrassment to be the last thing that the fans saw before the show came to a conclusion tonight. I have every confidence that Vinny Marseglia and Kenny Omega will dominate them in this ring tonight. But, frankly? I feel they have stolen enough of the spotlight from our homegrown talent in recent weeks, and so I am stripping them of the main event match status this week and instead granting it to our Prime Time Tournament semi-final between Scott Steiner and Velveteen Dream. Both men are controversial figures, certainly. But equally as certain is their status as shining stars on this brand, and they should be treated as such. Thank you.
With his announcements done, Drake heads to the back as the fans continue cheering. The feed moves elsewhere.
Santa Claus is coming… Santa Claus is coming… Santa Claus is coming...
Santa Claus: “Ho, ho, ho. Meeerry Christmas! It is I, Saint Nick. And I extend an invitation to each and every member of the UWF to come along to my Christmas extravaganza next week on Resistance!”
The feed carries us back to ringside.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancinh and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make thier way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into thier Corner.
Micheal Buffer: “Representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
Micheal Buffer: “And their opponents, Jimmy and Jey, THE USOOOOOOOOOOOOOS”
The crowd go nuts for Jimmy and Jey, Jimmy leans back cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells "Uce" the crowd respond "Ohhs". Jimmy and Jey move to their corner as Jimmy suggest he goes first, Jey hops onto the ring apron...
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it's decided that Boar and Jimmy will get things started off as their partners step out onto the apron. Immediately, they head for one another and tie up in the middle of the ring. Boar tries to use his power to force Jimmy into the Usos' corner, but Jimmy slips behind him and kicks him repeatedly in the back of the right calf, then shoves him into the corner. Boar turns to face Jimmy, who charges and hits a dropkick that sends him crashing back into the corner before stumbling back out of it into a monkey flip that plants him on his back. Jimmy kips right up and lines Boar up and as he stands, Jimmy fires off with a superkick that connects flush with the Boar's jaw and sends him stumbling toward his own corner, where he quickly tags in Grado!
Mauro Ranallo: The Proletariat Boar of Moldova gets a chilly reception here in the early going as the Usos drive him to make a quick tag!
Matt Striker: A lot of people underestimate Jimmy and Jey, but these two men come out ready to rock every week and they might just pull off a rare win here.
Grado enters the ring fired up and goes right on the attack with rights to Jimmy, but the Uso twin straight no-sells the punches before catching one and twisting the arm out, then pulling Grado into a headbutt! The Scot lands hard on his arse as Jimmy backs into the ropes, surging forward and punting him straight on the face. Jimmy immediately dashes to his corner and tags in Jey before hitting the ropes for a springboard moonsault! As Jimmy rolls away, Jey then comes off the top with a frogsplash and stays on for the cover!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
THE USOS!
Matt Striker: A HUGE win for the Usos here, a feat that has been hard to come by for these two men here no Resistance!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, Grado and the Boar must have their minds somewhere else, because they clearly weren't all there for the match tonight Matt.
The Usos are celebrating as Boar re-enters the ring and charges Jimmy, looking for a big boot! Jimmy ducks under and Boar gets nothing but air as Jey then sweeps the leg, sending him face-first into Grado's groin! As the Scot screams and clutches his manly bits, Boar rolls onto his side seemingly dazed and Jimmy and Jey exit the ring, celebrating on the outside. The fans laugh at the display as the feed moves along.
Mauro Ranallo: One of the most Vile acts I HAVE SEEN since the beginning of Resistance...
The camera cuts to the exclusive video from uwf.com, The announcers look worried as it moves on...
"UWF.com EXCLUSIVE"
Generic Interviewer: Sammy good news in an UWF.com exclusive we have learned you have been cleared for a return to inring action...
Sammy Guevara:
Dasha I am pumped to announce my return to Resistance as a performer, The Panda Fam is going to be partying I just had a talk with both General Managers and can confirm my previous statement of moving over to Resistance. I will become the workhorse of this brand as I make my way to the top. After a turbulent start I wi--
McIntyre hits Guevara in the back with a clubbing blow, Drew pushes over the set behind Dasha and Drew. Guevara gets to his feet as he turns to face the Psychopath. Drew runs his shoulder into the abdomen of Guevara lifting him up and spiking the back of Guevara into a concrete wall...
McIntyre lifts up Guevara to his feet by his neck with a seething look in his eyes from the loss to Jeff Hardy, He rams Guevara into the concrete corner arm first, Guevara's arm pops out of place as Drew keeps him held to his feet still with his hands wrapped around the neck of Guevara, McIntyre launches Guevara across the room throwing by the neck into Dasha, Both of them crash down to the ground....
All of a sudden ten security guards come following behind the path of destruction left by McIntyre, Drew is surrounded by the ten security officers who all have batons in their hands to presumably subdue McIntyre. One guard attempts to rush McIntyre baton in hand which is caught in his hand as he is looked down to, GLASGOW KISS, McIntyre sends the security bundling to the ground. Two other guards come rushing up to the Scottish Psychopath, McIntyre sends one guard into the brick wall by launching him head first over the catering table, The Guard hits like a lawn dart head first into the wall, McIntyre turns to the other guard as he hits yet another, GLASGOW KISS, The man bundles to the ground...
The other guards back up a little before the smallest security officer decides to step forward, McIntyre lifts the guy up with no issues before throwing him into the other six security sending them all crashing to the ground, McIntyre notices huge sound equipment up against the wall, McIntyre marches over to the speaker as he pushes it over onto the stack of men, The speaker looks to weigh about 100kg, A few of the security attempt to move out of the way to no avail, McIntyre flips over the speaker as it lands on the seven guys who were downed. McIntyre moves forward as he screams...
"I want Maverick where the hell is that scrawny little fuck!"
The cameraman follows behind McIntyre filming every action, McIntyre gets to a door with the words "General Manager on the front". McIntyre sends a huge boot into the door knocking it off his hinges, As the door flings off it reveals no maverick to be found. McIntyre moves away as he walks out to the parking garage where he get's to Mavericks parking space noticing his car is missing McIntyre turns around to the cameraman. There is a scuffle the camera, McIntyre is seen hitting a GLASGOW KISS on the cameraman, He falls to the ground, McIntyre walks off camera as the video cuts...
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 Chase Center in San Francisco, California!
Matt Striker: That's right, we're here in the City by the Bay tonight, and hometown stars Jimmy and Jey Uso will try to take a rare win against Grado and the Proletariat Boar in tag action!
Mauro Ranallo: We will also find out who will challenge Jeff Hardy for the Prime Time Championship after Scott Steiner and Velveteen Dream have it out in what promises to be a very exciting match-up between two contrasting styles.
Matt Striker: As well, the Daemon Vampiro will contend with the Villain in singles action after coming up with a huge victory last week, and Jonah Rock and Bray Wyatt will make their Resistance debuts by squaring off against one another in a battle between two big men!
Mauro Ranallo: We'll also see G.O.D. potentially receive some comeuppance for their antics of the past month when Tama Tonga and Tanga Loa fight Vinny Marseglia and Kenny Omega in tag team action, Striker!
Matt Striker: It's an exciting night here tonight, and to get things started, we have a message from General Manager Drake Maverick!
The fans stand for the arrival of the UWF Resistance General Manager, and he doesn't disappoint as they cheer and chant his name: "MAVERICK! MAVERICK!"
Maverick makes his way out onto the stage to begin the episode with an address to the entire UWF Universe.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you here tonight for two reasons. The first is related to the events you saw before our episode opened here tonight. For too long, I have stood idly by while men on my roster performed brazen and horrible actions on one another. Resistance, of late, has been associated only with one word: "chaos." But tonight, I put an end to that. Tonight, I send a clear message that no matter what... I WILL have order! Effective immediately and in spite of his upcoming European Championship opportunity at Judgment Day, I am suspending Drew McIntyre. He has already been informed that he is not welcome here in the arena tonight due to his frankly sickening behavior and will not be welcome in a UWF venue until I see fit.
That announcement engenders some good will and a pop from the crowd. Maverick nods, soaking up the approval, and then continues.
My second announcement pertains to tonight's Main Event. When I initially booked this card, I put the Guerillas of Destiny in the main event slot because I wanted their embarrassment to be the last thing that the fans saw before the show came to a conclusion tonight. I have every confidence that Vinny Marseglia and Kenny Omega will dominate them in this ring tonight. But, frankly? I feel they have stolen enough of the spotlight from our homegrown talent in recent weeks, and so I am stripping them of the main event match status this week and instead granting it to our Prime Time Tournament semi-final between Scott Steiner and Velveteen Dream. Both men are controversial figures, certainly. But equally as certain is their status as shining stars on this brand, and they should be treated as such. Thank you.
With his announcements done, Drake heads to the back as the fans continue cheering. The feed moves elsewhere.
Santa Claus is coming… Santa Claus is coming… Santa Claus is coming...
Santa Claus: “Ho, ho, ho. Meeerry Christmas! It is I, Saint Nick. And I extend an invitation to each and every member of the UWF to come along to my Christmas extravaganza next week on Resistance!”
The feed carries us back to ringside.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!
The famous theme plays as Grado comes out dancinh and having fun while Boar just walks behind him being the Stoic pig that he is. The two make thier way to the ring with grado leading the fans into song, as Boar drags Grado into thier Corner.
Micheal Buffer: “Representing The World Warriors, Grado and The Proletariat Boar of Moldova!”
Micheal Buffer: “And their opponents, Jimmy and Jey, THE USOOOOOOOOOOOOOS”
The crowd go nuts for Jimmy and Jey, Jimmy leans back cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells "Uce" the crowd respond "Ohhs". Jimmy and Jey move to their corner as Jimmy suggest he goes first, Jey hops onto the ring apron...
-VERSUS- DING DING DING!
The bell rings and it's decided that Boar and Jimmy will get things started off as their partners step out onto the apron. Immediately, they head for one another and tie up in the middle of the ring. Boar tries to use his power to force Jimmy into the Usos' corner, but Jimmy slips behind him and kicks him repeatedly in the back of the right calf, then shoves him into the corner. Boar turns to face Jimmy, who charges and hits a dropkick that sends him crashing back into the corner before stumbling back out of it into a monkey flip that plants him on his back. Jimmy kips right up and lines Boar up and as he stands, Jimmy fires off with a superkick that connects flush with the Boar's jaw and sends him stumbling toward his own corner, where he quickly tags in Grado!
Mauro Ranallo: The Proletariat Boar of Moldova gets a chilly reception here in the early going as the Usos drive him to make a quick tag!
Matt Striker: A lot of people underestimate Jimmy and Jey, but these two men come out ready to rock every week and they might just pull off a rare win here.
Grado enters the ring fired up and goes right on the attack with rights to Jimmy, but the Uso twin straight no-sells the punches before catching one and twisting the arm out, then pulling Grado into a headbutt! The Scot lands hard on his arse as Jimmy backs into the ropes, surging forward and punting him straight on the face. Jimmy immediately dashes to his corner and tags in Jey before hitting the ropes for a springboard moonsault! As Jimmy rolls away, Jey then comes off the top with a frogsplash and stays on for the cover!
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here are your winners,
THE USOS!
Matt Striker: A HUGE win for the Usos here, a feat that has been hard to come by for these two men here no Resistance!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, Grado and the Boar must have their minds somewhere else, because they clearly weren't all there for the match tonight Matt.
The Usos are celebrating as Boar re-enters the ring and charges Jimmy, looking for a big boot! Jimmy ducks under and Boar gets nothing but air as Jey then sweeps the leg, sending him face-first into Grado's groin! As the Scot screams and clutches his manly bits, Boar rolls onto his side seemingly dazed and Jimmy and Jey exit the ring, celebrating on the outside. The fans laugh at the display as the feed moves along.
The scene moves to a close up of Leyton Buzzard, who is laid back in a sun bathing chair. A broken mask which resembles VAMPIROs makeup is between the two men. Leyton puts his head back as he removes his glasses...
Leyton Buzzard:
I LOVE A GOOD OL' GAY TIME...
Kieran Kelly:
WE SHOULD HAVE MORE GAY TIMES BEFORE WE GO BACK TO UWF ...
The camera pans backwards as Leyton and Kieran with "Golden Gaytime" Ice cream...
You know I have felt bad about attacking VAMPIRO on the plane to Australia. Like is the mental mind games getting to his head to use his voodoo to appear on the plane...
Yeah weird that when we removed the mask it was a kid, We're lucky his mother liked us...
I mean we have to somehow get VAMPIRO's signature on the mask that we broke... Maybe you can get it from him...
Leyton licks his ice cream as he shakes his head in agreement.
He isn't that bad apart from trying to kill me and probably killing my only true frien... Hendry...
Leyton wipes a tear from his eyes as the camera pans to Kieran who seems offended...
Yeah that seems right... I mean what's the worst he could do...
Let's forget about that relic, Kieran. Do you think I would look good with the International title.
Yeah you'd look awesome maybe we can get some Gay Times if you do get the title.
Kieran stops eating his icecream to tilt his head towards Leyton as he suggest the idea...
I mean when I am finished with VAMPIRO, I will go for the international title its settled...
Yeah VAMPIRO doesn't seem like such a threat...
KIERAN! What did I say about bring up VAMPIRO!...
But...
Leyton relaxes back as he closes his eyes to sleep to cut off Kieran...
The scene opens to see none other than the Villain. The UWF’s only. The Marty Scurll. He stands in black and white, as the colour has been washed away from him oh so long ago. However, since meeting the Velveteen Dream, his life has taken a turn. Some may say for the worse, some may say for the better. But when he got busted out of jail courtesy from him and Nigel McGuinness, he can only be grateful.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “The people of the UWF universe know what happened two weeks ago was unjust. They know that the Villain shouldn’t had been arrested, not that way. The circumstances couldn’t have been worse. The Villain had just done watching a match with two of his very close friends, a immortal one at that. It was a beautiful moment, the Dream had beaten McGuinness in his UWF debut, there was great respect shared. Then it all came crashing down.”
“It all came crashing down on the Villain. Those numpty Oregon officers came waddling out, tackled me to the ground and rode me away to hell. Then by a mythical grace, the gates of hell got ripped straight open and the angels dragged the Villain out. Those angels being Nigel and Dream. So now I’m on the run. From those numpties knocking about in Oregon. But this ain’t about Oregon tonight, since we… we’re in San Francisco, California tonight.”
Marty rolls his neck around and stretches out to also give him time to breath. He then looks more direct down the camera lens.
“And tonight? I have to deal with that scum they call Vampiro. A man that should’ve stayed dead. The man who I’ll be decimating tonight. Who cares about his return? I know I don’t. The Villain has been too occupied. And tonight? When he faces the full blown force by the Villain? From then on, the Dream will end. In the most Villainous way possible.”
The Villain walks away and leaves the camera high and dry, one must only think how the Villain will make these Villainous Dreams.
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is gave towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stand on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
Michael Buffer: “Already in the ring, VAMPIRO!”
VAMPIRO looks rearing to get into the action, He eyes down Scurll as he waits for the bell to ring...
-VERSUS- 
DING DING DING!
That starting bell rings and Vampiro surges out of his corner, throwing a stiff arm out for a lariat. The Villain, however, has it scouted and he immediately ducks, dropping the Daemon with a drop toe hold that smashes his painted face off of a corner turnbuckle! Immediately, Scurll grabs Vampiro's ankle and drags him out of the corner, but before he can do anything the prone Vampiro rolls onto his back and pulls free, then rolls out of the ring! Vampiro's on his feet as he lands on the floor, but he's quickly taken off of them as Scurll leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive! The fans react in a muted and very mixed manner, some excited by the high-risk attack. Scurll quickly gets to his feet and pulls Vampiro to his own, then bounces his face repeatedly off the ring apron before rolling him into the squared circle and going for the cover.
Mauro Ranallo: A very early pinfall attempt from the Villain here.
Matt Striker: Can you really blame him, Mauro? I wouldn't want to be in the ring with that freak Vampiro any longer than I have to, either. He gives me the creeps!
1...
...NO!
Vampiro very quickly gets the shoulder up. Scurll gets to one knee and then grabs Vampiro's hand, manipulating the fingers for a few moments before he snaps one! The fans boo as Vampiro hardly reacts, his one finger contorted in an awkward manner. Scurll shouts, "Do you not feel pain?" right in Vampiro's face, spittle flying as he pops his 'P,' and then he snaps another finger! And another! As Scurll grasps the thumb, Vampiro hisses, then spits a red mist in Marty's face! The Villain stumbles away, clawing at his eyes as the fans boo loudly over the display and Vampiro rises to his feet. Scurll spins round and Vampiro grabs for his throat, but his misshappen hand is unable to clasp around it and the blinded Scurll kicks him square in the gut before throwing him into the corner! Scurll wipes the red liquid away from his eyes and spits on the canvas as he glares at Vampiro, then charges him and connects with a massive boot to the face! Vampiro's feet lift off the canvas as Marty ducks under his arm and seats him on the top rope, then pulls him off in Bird of Prey position and executes the maneuver, hooking the leg.
1...
2...
...3!
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
MARTY SCURLL!
Matt Striker: A huge, decisive win for the Villain here tonight as he defeated a Daemon who never really seemed to be in his finest form.
Mauro Ranallo: Some men come out to win every week, Striker, and Marty Scurll showed he's one of them here tonight.
Looming over Vampiro, Marty actually bends down and tears off a shred of his shirt, then uses that to wipe the red liquid off of his face before throwing it on the Daemon's body and heading out of the ring. As he walks around the ring toward the ramp, he works the crowd, receiving some heat from them for the effort.
With a smirk on his face, Marty takes one look back at the Daemon he has just defeated, then makes his exit.
The feed moves to a airplane escape door as a voice is heard over the intercom, "We will be landing at Gold Coast Airport within the next 45 minutes, Please ensure you collect your luggage from the above departments." The camera cuts to Leyton who has a worried look on his face as Kieran looks to be calming him down...
The camera cuts to behind the seats as Leyton and Kieran peek through between the seats. A worried look in their eyes as they quickly move back towards their seats, The camera cuts back to Leyton and Kieran....
Leyton Buzzard
Why is he here....
Kieran Kelly
Are you sure it's him he looks taller on t.v...
I am certain I could never forget the dead expression on his face. It's almost plastic and it's ugly...
He ain't so scar--
The plane begins to shake around due to turbulence, The lights flicker off for a few seconds before flickering back on. Leyton and Kieran look to each other almost about to scream...
We... Need.. We need to dispose of him if we want to escape him.... I meant to go on our long earned vacation for the prince of hardcore Le--
Al Snow?...
Leyton looks offended as his friend disregards him, Leyton begins to smirk as if he thinks of a witty remark for Kieran disregarding him...
He is just a clown afterall... We need to start our all out attack...
Both men look through the space between the seats again to see the person they believe to be VAMPIRO...
He is getting up this is our chance...
The camera cuts to "VAMPIRO" stepping into the aisle as Leyton removes his seat belt like a dork. Leyton hits a super kick onto the Jaw of "VAMPIRO" the VAMPIRO mask flies off revealing a six year old child.
NOT SO SMART NOW ARE YOU...
Kieran and Leyton celebrate as the rest of the passengers look at them dirty. They jump up and down a little longer before stopping and realizing the crowd is looking.
Leyton and Kieran look at eachother before begining to look around. Leyton grabs the hat of the guy of the seat in front of him before sitting straight back down covering his face to avoid detection, Kieran just follows suit taking the hat off Leyton's head to hide himself both men look up to the side to see the mother of the boy staring daggers at them... They are about to explain their situation...
You see...
The feed cuts off before they can explain any further.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic to a feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Jeff Hardy.
The Charismatic Enigma walks in the shot, dressed in street clothes as he isn't booked to compete tonight.
Young: Jeff, thanks for joining me.
Hardy: Happy to be here. Some jabronie was tryin' to interview me last week and I told him I only work with the best.
A shared chuckle. A hard truth. A brief pause. A first question.
Young: After earning the right to a "favor" from General Manager Drake Maverick following your win at Survivor Series, you asked for a shot at the UWF Prime Time Championship, which had just been vacated by Drew McIntyre. Drake announced a tournament to determine your opponent for that belt, which concludes tonight. Can you tell us your thoughts on the tournament and who you expect to win it?
Jeff rubs his hand together like a kid in a candy store. His eyes light up as he speaks.
Hardy: Man... this is what I live for. There are so many new, talented wrestlers on the roster that I haven't faced, and I came back to the UWF to test myself against the best of this next generation. A tournament suits me just fine, cause just like it'll be when I'm the Prime Time Champ, I'll have to put everything on the line against somebody who's shown they're just as hungry as I am to be here. That's the energy I need to keep myself focused and driven here, Renee. It's... it's this real kinda positive place to be in, ya know? As long as I'm facing the best, I gotta make sure I'm at my best. So yeah... I'm looking forward to standing across the ring from a deserving contender at Judgement Day.
Now as for my predictions? I really don't know. All that talk about young talent, but we've got Big Poppa Pump, Scott Steiner in this thing, too. A veteran, sure, but I think that just like me, he's starting fresh again. This is a side of Scott we haven't seen in years. He's got his hunger back. His edge. He's been on the sidelines waiting to get his turn for a little while now, and I know that a guy like him isn't patient to wait there for too long, so I know he's gonna go for broke tonight. And on the other side of the ring, The Velveteen Dream, the hottest prospect of the year. He's already been a champion — and he just barely lost his gold. No doubt he's itching to get some back.
I could go with either of the two and I don't wanna insult anyone by making a prediction. So I'll just say may the best man win, and I expect he will.
Young: Can I ask how your ribs are holding up now?
Hardy: Honestly, I couldn't be better. Those few weeks off before Survivor Series seemed to do the trick, and having another night off here sure doesn't hurt, especially after Drew McIntyre beat me up so bad last week. Attitude aside, that kid's got a helluva lot of talent and I wouldn't be surprised to see him beat Billy Gunn for the European title. He's gotta get his head straight though, cause an old school guy like Gunn will work circles around him if he comes in at anything less than a hundred percent focused and collected. Gotta keep that ego in check.
But uh... yeah. Ribs are good. Back is fine. Arms and legs are still attached. I couldn't be better.
Young: Alright Jeff. Thanks for joining me. We look forward to seeing you back in competition against the winner of the tournament.
Hardy: I appreciate that. I gotta go find myself a good seat to watch it.
Jeff turns and walks away as Renee signs off. Resistance continues elsewhere.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a double debut match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
As his music hits the arena soundsystem, the Monster from Down Under marches from the back with a mighty roar. The fans almost instantly decide they dislike him, but he's still fired up and game to do war with his foe this week.
Michael Buffer: From Australia and weighing 275 pounds, JONAH ROCK!
Rock rolls into the ring and heads for a corner to perform some pre-combat stretches as he waits for his foe.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent...
As the lights are killed, thousands of little "fireflies" light up the stands and a solitary lantern appears on the stage, behind it and basking in the faint glow of its light is the bearded visage of the Eater of Worlds.
Michael Buffer: From Lafayette, Louisiana, he is the Eater of Worlds... BRAY WYATT!
Bray carries the lantern ahead of him as he heads down the ramp, clearly game for some competition. When he reaches the foot of the ramp he rounds the ring, places the lantern on the apron near the corner, and then climbs up the ring steps and enters the squared circle. As the house lights return, he blows out the lantern, then heads to his corner to await the starting bell.
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DING DING DING!
That bell rings and Bray Wyatt simply stands still in his corner, laughing in a somewhat off-kilter fashion at Jonah Rock, who seems unfazed by the display as he charges the Eater of Worlds looking for a shoulder tackle. Wyatt actually drops down onto his stomach and rolls under the advancing big man, pushing back up to his feet and attacking Rock from behind with clubbing blows, but Jonah virtually no-sells the strikes as he turns around and grabs Bray by the face, shoving him several feet back and onto his ass. Rock advances as Wyatt gets back to his feet, still laughing. He goes for a clothesline, but Bray slips under, catching the arm in the process and pulling it into an arm wrench. Wyatt tries to work the limb, but Rock manages to sidle up next to him and free the arm, then grabs Bray by the waist and lifts him before dropping him with a picture-perfect sidewalk slam! The crowd reacts in a mixed way, not particularly supportive of either man, as Jonah moves to one knee and looks down on Bray. Wyatt is clearly feeling the effects of the slam, but by the same token, it's early and he's still somewhat fresh. By the time Jonah's on his feet, Bray is on one knee. Rock grabs Wyatt by the dreads, but Bray throws a few forearms to the belly to create some separation, then rolls out of the ring to elude the big man.
Matt Striker: Bray Wyatt very wisely creating some space between himself and that beast in the ring, Jonah Rock.
Mauro Ranallo: I think if you asked me to name a man I've met who is bigger than the Aussie in that squared circle right now, I might not be able to. Bray Wyatt's no small man himself, but he might as well be David to that Goliath.
Rock moves to step out of the ring, passing between the ropes. As he does, Wyatt positions right near him on the floor and thumbs him in the eye! That gets some heat from the crowd as Jonah paws with a huge hand at his wounded eye, Wyatt taking advantage of the circumstances to climb up onto the apron, line him up and strike the side of his head with a running knee! Rock, caught up on the second rope, is grabbed by Wyatt in a cutter hold as he drops down onto the floor, hanging Jonah up! More boos from the crowd follow as Bray slides into the ring, shoving Jonah off the rope and hooking the leg. He doesn't even get a one-count before Rock literally throws him off, sending him several feet away in the process. Jonah gets to his feet just as quickly as Bray and is visibly fuming. Wyatt charges and hits a forearm smash to the face, then runs the ropes. On the rebound, he runs right into a crushing crossbody from Jonah Rock! The fans applaud the massive maneuver as the ring shakes on the landing and Jonah stays on top for the cover.
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...NO!
Mauro Ranallo: Somehow Bray Wyatt kicks out from under that mass of man just after the two-count.
Matt Striker: He was virtually flattened by that massive crossbody. I'm not sure how he's going to continue to compete.
Jonah pulls Bray up by the dreads, turning him and locking him into a sleeper hold. As Rock's massive arms squeeze the resistance out of Wyatt, the fans watch in a sort of awful silence. The only noise is Rock's shouting, "Come on!" as he applies even more pressure to the hold. Wyatt tries to claw his way free, but he has no success, even as he digs nails into the arm of Jonah and draws blood. Rock simply grins and bears it. Bray starts to fade, his arms falling lower and lower by his side, but then he manages to tap into a bit of a second wind and he throws an elbow into the gut of Rock, followed by another, and a third. This creates just enough separation for him to slip free and he pulls back, throwing his dreads over his shoulder and his fingers up into a throat thrust on Rock in the same fluid motion! The bigger man stumbles away holding his throat as he suddenly finds himself choking, and Bray moves quickly to grab him by shoulder and hip and throw him into the corner ring post! The fans gasp at the maneuver as Rock is left wedged there for a moment before he extracts himself and turns, leaning in the corner. Wyatt charges and hits a body avalanche on Rock in the corner, but Jonah no sells it as he grabs Bray by the dreads and spins him into the corner, then hits three unceremonious back elbows to the jaw before crossing the ring and surging in with his own body avalanche! Once again, Wyatt finds himself flattened, this time in the corner. Rock steps away and throws his hand up, roaring, as the fans almost universally decide to boo him.
Matt Striker: It looks like the UWF Universe has made up its mind on Jonah Rock, and they do not like him.
Mauro Ranallo: A man of his size was almost destined to become a bully. With the way he is throwing his weight around right now, it's hard to think otherwise.
Rock heads back to the corner and picks the winded Wyatt up, seating him on the top rope. He then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, grabbing Bray by the dreads again as he drives some nasty open-palmed smacks into Bray's face. With Wyatt now both winded and dazed, Rock hooks him for a superplex and brings him off the top to a thunderous crash on the canvas! The fans shift from booing to cheering, but not for the man so much as the move. Still, the landing seems hard for Jonah as well as he rolls onto his side, but takes a moment to get up. When he finally does, it's only to one knee as he eyes Wyatt, who seems completely out of it. Rock runs a hand through his sweaty hair and then looks to the turnbuckle, grinning, as he lumbers to his feet and heads out to the apron. The fans hardly know what to expect, but they really get to buzzing as the massive man starts climbing the turnbuckles!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, you can't be telling me that 275-pound behemoth is going to climb all the way to the top of those turnbuckles and jump off of them!
Matt Striker: Someone find Bray Wyatt a coffin, please.
Jonah makes it to the top and roars again before leaping off, looking for the Monsta Splash! Unfortunately, Bray actually has it scouted and somehow has enough wits about him to roll out of the way and Rock crashes and burns, landing hard on the canvas with another thunderous boom that echos around the arena. Wyatt may have escaped the splash, but he's completely unable to capitalize, and with both men down for several seconds the official starts a ten-count.
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2...
3...
Still no motion from either man, and the fans are getting restless.
Matt Striker: This match could actually end in a no-contest, Mauro.
Mauro Ranallo: Frankly, that might be the best thing Bray Wyatt could hope for against Jonah Rock. This man seems almost immovable.
4...
5...
6...
Finally, some signs of life as Rock rolls onto his back and rubs his jaw. Wyatt, meanwhile, grabs a nearby rope and starts using it to drag himself back to a vertical base. Rock sits up as Wyatt finds one knee; they're both on unsteady feet shortly thereafter, and closing to the middle of the ring. Rock throws the first blow, a meaty right hook that lands sound on Bray's jaw and sends him reeling. Bray, however, responds with another throat thrust that misses Rock's neck, but catches him in the massive chest and still does a bit of damage. Rock responds with another right hook, Wyatt responds with a pair of open-palmed strikes. The back-and-forth continues for several moments before Rock's sheer size and power advantage lead to him putting Wyatt on the back foot. He throws himself back into the ropes and rebounds looking for a lariat, but Bray uses Rock's own momentum by catching him and dropping him with a snap Sister Abigail! The fans explode in a pop as Wyatt rolls on top of the massive Jonah Rock and hooks the leg!
Mauro Ranallo: SISTER ABIGAIL!
1...
2...
...NO! Wyatt is dragged out of the ring by Gino Gambino!
Matt Striker: Where'd he come from?!?
Gino immediately sets into Bray's face with forearms, and the official calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Here is your winner, by disqualification:
BRAY WYATT!
Wyatt doesn't look a winner as Gambino lays into him with rights and lefts, cornering him against the apron as he goes wild. That's when the lights die out for a moment and the fans explode moments later as they come back up to show Wyatt's accomplices, Jack Jester and the man in the sheep mask, have attacked Gambino from behind! Gino's trying to fend them off and things seem to be going his way as he starts handing out haymakers like candies from a Pez dispenser, but then Bray joins in the mix and the numbers game comes into full effect. Things are looking grim for Gambino when suddenly a roar is heard and Jonah Rock leaps over the top with a suicide dive, landing on all four men below and sending a single tangled heap of humanity to the floor!
Mauro Ranallo: JONAH ROCK WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE!
Matt Striker: Those men fell like dominos!
The fans erupt in a "HOLY SHIT!" chant as all parties involved are left laid out, security and medical personnel rushing from the back to tend to them as Resistance heads to commercial.
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