UWF Presents Resistance — Episode 11 (23/12/18)

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Anarchy spreads like wildfire. Not a soul to object, and a whole load of backers. But no, call them slackers, all knackered up in their own ploy. They know. You wouldn’t follow a cause without knowing what it is, unless if you allow yourself to become a sheep of the system. And around here? We don’t except sheep.

A whole lot of them are scattered around this wreck you call the Ultimate Wrestling Federation. I spit at the mere idea of it… pathetic, lost sheep. All of them seem to think they know what they’re doing or where they’re going. Lies, I see through it. As a famous anarchist, Ursula K. Le Guin, once proclaimed, “You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution.”



But no, worry about buying or manufacturing this so called revolution. It’s faux and transparent, and the Black Rose? Rises higher. Lies sink, truth rises to the top. Know who you’re around, trust nobody. Have a terrible day, and a worse Christmas. Courtesy of the bitter taste of the Black Rose. Die.





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. Tonight, we're live from San Jose's SAP Center!
 
Matt Striker: That's right, we're here in the Capital of Silicon Valley and we've got an absolutely loaded night of programming for the UWF universe, beginning with what many are anticipating will be a vicious match between Nick Gage and Vinny Marseglia!

Mauro Ranallo: In addition to that match-up, CM Punk returns to in-ring action tonight in singles competition against Jimmy Uso!

Matt Striker: We'll also have two tag matches tonight, one between the mysterious New Wyatt Family and the Australian hosses Jonah Rock and Gino Gambino and the second involving two of this brand's champions and their Judgment Day challengers!

Mauro Ranallo: Finally, we'll see the finale of the Prime Time Tournament as Velveteen Dream and Jeff Hardy go mano a mano to determine who will be the new champion.

Matt Striker: Without any further ado, let's get right to the action!

Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, and already in the ring, Nick Gage!

Nick Gage barely reacts as the fans boo loudly at the mere mention of his name. He simply stands in the corner looking angry and ready to beat the shit out of his foe this week.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

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.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Vinny and Gage lock up, Gage pushes Vinny against the ropes but at the last second the horror king let’s go and slides out of the ring. He pull the struggling Gage out of the ring only partly to slam his knee against the apron! Nick writhes in pain in the middle of the ring as Vinny slides back into the ring like a predator stalking his prey, and began stomping down multiple times on the injured knee slowly and methodically. Ending it with a DDT on the knee. 

Mauro Ranallo: Vinny has seen a target and is picking his way through Nick Gage can he come back from this deficit!

Matt Striker: Not sure, this is when Vinny is at his most dangerous.

Vinny Lifts up Gage slowly and pushes him into the corner. Nick Gage tries to regain his footing, but before he can escape the corner Vinny hits him with the Sam Hain forearm smash! He backs off as Gage stumbles out of the corner his knee giving out putting him in a kneeling position. Then lifts him up and drops him with the Jump Scare DDT! Vinny climbs up to the top rope and stands straight up glaring down at his prey before leaping off and hitting the Redrum right onto Nick Gage’s back! He rolls him over and goes for the cover. 

One…

Two.. 

Three!

Michael Buffer: Here is your winner! Vinny Marseglia! 

Mauro Ranallo: A one-sided affair and Vinny Marseglia makes short work of a man who just a week ago was demanding a match.

Matt Striker: Something tells me the Horror King is far from done...

Indeed he isn't as Marseglia now is dragging Gage out of the ring and throwing him on the floor. Vinny goes under the ring and finds a steel chair that he begins to repeatedly smash Gage with, pummeling him mercilessly as the fans gasp and react in a profoundly mixed way, even though nobody seems a fan of Gage. Marseglia doesn't let up with the chair until it's too warped to continue using effectively as a weapon. Vinny then goes back under the ring and grabs another chair, but this one he opens and props around Gage's skull.

Matt Striker: Oh, Vinny, no! This is family television!

Marseglia climbs up onto the apron and gets some space away from Gage, then takes off in a sprint, leaps up onto the top rope and comes down off of it with a boot, stomping on the seat of the chair and smashing it shut on Gage's skull! A horrible scream emanates from the twisted steel as it is forced to snap on Gage's head, and blood begins to pool around the steel as the fans chant "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" having just witnessed a potentially career- if not life-ending injury. Marseglia just looks down disapprovingly on Gage and shakes his head, then heads for the back as medical personnel rush down to tend to the motionless deathmatch wrestler. The feed moves along.

^{HO! HO! HO! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRY CHRISTMAS!}

Suddenly as the joyous voice comes out of nowhere, a sleigh and a man dressed up as Santa Claus pull up in the arena car park. The man takes two sacks and swings them both over his shoulder then briefly disarms the sleigh.

Santa then walks up to the cameraman, places his two sacks down on the concrete and smiles directly at him.

Santa Claus: “And to you, fine worker. What is your name then little boy?”

The cameraman hesitates and looks around as nobody ever talks to him. Santa then clicks his fingers to regain his attention.

Cameraman: “Um… my name is er- Jerry. If you don’t mind me asking… why are you here tonight?”

Santa Claus: “The last time I checked, you weren’t an interviewer, but do not worry boy. My name is Santa Claus and I’m here tonight to spread joy to everyone on the UWF roster. No cruel intentions I promise… Jerry. Here, take this gift.”

After pulling the gift out of his sack he passes it to the cameraman and swings both sacks back over his shoulder to walk into the arena. The cameraman places the camera down to film himself opening this gift, he opens it and it is a Polaroid camera. He smiles as he doesn’t personally own this camera and has wanted to become a photographer forever. He then walks away leaving the camera filming him on the floor and walks away.

We cut backstage to Scott Steiner being interviewed by a genetic women 

Interviewer: Scott Steiner you were unsuccessful last week in the Primetime Championship tournament...

Scott Steiner: Let me just stop you right there sweet cheeks, first off Dream I will say it was a good fight, but you know and I know that you are a fucking cheater. Towards the end of the match you poked me, on purpose, in the eye so when you went for the pin I could not kick out. So you shouldn’t be in that match for the title that should be me Big Poppa Pump Scott Steiner. But that is okay because I know that the GM has put me in a high profile match at Judgement Day so that okay cause I have bigger fish to fry. Now Gunn I beat you 3 weeks ago so in wrestling math I get the title shot. So Billy…

Interviewer: Um Scott sorry to interrupt you but what are you talking about.

Scott Steiner: I beat Billy Gunn. The European Champion. So I will be getting the title shot at Judgement Day.

Interviewer: No, that is Drew McIntyre.

Scott Steiner: Oh I see I will be where I belong facing for the International Championship. Wow finally that bitch of a GM got his head out his ass and wants to make some real money. So Fat Ass Samoa Joe…

Interviewer: No, that is Kenny Omega.

Scott Steiner: What, okay smartass - who the hell am I facing?

Interviewer: Well nobody right now. You're not on the show.

Steiner walks off screen and starts pacing in front of the camera 

Scott Steiner: You have got to be fucking kidding me. This is the 2nd PPV in a row that I am not booked. No wonder this show sucks because they don’t know how to use there money talent. Alright GM bitch tits first strike was not giving me a title shot, second strike was not putting me on Survivor Series, and this is now strike three you're done. I’m coming for you bitch.

Steiner walks out in frustration looking for GM Maverick.

The camera heads backstage once more to see Santa and his sacks of presents slung over his shoulder. He goes to head into the locker room but out of nowhere, Vinny Marseglia opens the door and the two polar opposites meet eye to eye.

Santa Claus: “Good golly gosh boy, if you don’t mind me saying, have a shower boy! But, no. It is the day of Christmas so I refuse to remain negative despite the confusing figure standing before me. I bare gifts, for you as well!”

Santa puts down the sacks and goes to open one of them up, and Vinny stands still rolling his eyes due to his enthusiasm to giving him a gift.

Vinny Marseglia: I’m going to stop you right there, because as a matter of fact, I do mind. Not just you saying what you said, but all of this. The decorations, the tree, the festive colors, every last bit of it. In my line of work, red and green are put to better use when I puncture a man’s flesh and leave him bleeding out or somewhere throughout the tormenting process something on his body becomes gangrenous and has to be amputated.

But don’t think those are the only examples. I could think of how to make every facet of your commercial holiday more suited to my interests, but I don’t have the time. So whatever you’ve got in that sack for me, leave it in there.

Santa takes a sigh and looks at Vinny. He then grabs the gift, places it down on the ground. He then slings the sacks back over his shoulder.

Santa Claus: “So be it then, enjoy boy. And a Merry Christmas to you… Scrooge.”

Santa walks away and leaves Vinny there with his gift on the floor. Vinny then picks it up, and he then rips it straight open and then looks at the gift inside. He then throws the gift straight on the floor upon seeing what it is, it’s coal!

Vinny walks off in a seemingly more sour mood than he was in originally and dusts off his blackened hands due to the rub off from the coal.

Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from San Francisco, California... Jimmy USO!

Jimmy steps out of his corner with his arms crossed as the fans respond in a mixed way at the longtime fan favourite who, in recent months, has been trying to win back their support after a bad turn. He heads back to his corner to stretch while waiting for his foe.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

I'M THE BEST IN THE WORLD....

Michael Buffer: From Chicago, Illinois and weighing 218 pounds... CM PUNK!

"Best In The World" by Set The Change blares through the PA system, as CM Punk emerges through the curtains with a big smirk on his face as the crowd erupts in a enormous pop. He stands on the stage soaking up all the adoration from the fans before making his way down the ramp and into the ring. Punk then heads right to his corner to await the ring bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding! 

The bell rings and the men don't hesitate to go at each other. They go to lock up in an elbow and collar tie up. Punk and Jimmy both battle for the advantage, until Punk outwrestles Jimmy and gets him into a side headlock. He wrenches on the head of Jimmy causing Jimmy to wince in pain. 

Matt Striker: Punk looking to start this off by wearing down his opponent with a headlock. 

Punk has a smile on his face as he's tiring out his opponent, until Jimmy finally to decide to throw Punk into the ropes! Punk rebounds off the ropes and goes for a clothesline on Jimmy, but the Uso ducks it and Punk rebounds off the other ropes and Jimmy hits a quick and smooth dropkick sending Punk to the floor. Punk and Jimmy quickly get to their feet and Jimmy hits another! Punk again swiftly back to hit feet almost gets hit with another dropkick, but has it scouted; he sidesteps Jimmy who lands hard on his side. Punk quickly gets on the offensive by getting Jimmy to a vertical base and lifts him up for a snap suplex. He transitions nicely into a cover. 

ONE! 

Jimmy kicks out at one! 

Mauro Ranallo: First pinfall in this match very early on and it's obviously not enough to put away Jimmy, what was Punk thinking? 

Matt Striker: He's wearing out his opponent. He's getting him to use up energy everytime Jimmy kicks out. 

Punk not too surprised gets Jimmy back up and whips him into the corner. He follows in pursuits and hits him with a big knee strike and follows up with a running bulldog. Jimmy rolls out of the ring as his wife, Naomi goes to check on him. Punk sees an opportunity and doesn't hesitate. He waits for Jimmy to get to his feet and runs off the rope and during the rebound he sees Naomi on the ropes! Punk tells her to get down and she obliges. Jimmy is still laying on the floor from the Bulldog, so Punk goes to the outside to retrieve him. As Punk is getting him up Jimmy shoves him and hits a Superkick! 

Mauro Ranallo: Did you hear that? Jimmy just popped the returning Punk’s head off with that one! 

Matt Striker: I didn't just hear that, but I think that could be heard all the way from Japan, Mauro! 

Punk staggers on his feet, before Jimmy grabs him and throws Punk into the ring. Jimmy makes his way in and makes the cover! 

ONE! 

TWO-

KICKOUT AT TWO! 

Jimmy can't believe it! He holds his head in disbelief and looks at the ref to confirm Punk kicked out. He shakes it off and let's Punk try to get back to his feet. Punk gets onto all fours then Jimmy comes running to hit a big knee to the side of the head of Punk. Jimmy then decides to get Punk up and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Punk comes off the rebound, Jimmy looks for the Samoan Drop, but Punk counters off his shoulders and hits him with an inverted DDT! The crowd pop huge as Punk gets back on his footing. 

Matt Striker: What an amazing counter to the Samoan drop! Punk hasn't lost a step since leaving UWF. 

He lifts up Jimmy up and drags him into the corner. He mounts onto him and starts pounding into his skull. Fist after fist after fist. He finally gets bored before hopping down and lifting Jimmy onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle himself and sets Jimmy up for a superplex. As he goes to lift Jimmy up, Jimmy starts attacking Punk’s abdomen with his left fist. Punk, grimacing in pain, falls off. As he turns back around to face Jimmy, Jimmy jumps off the turnbuckle and goes for a crossbody! 

Punk and Jimmy roll through and Punk showing a brute amount of strength lifts Jimmy up and mounts him on his shoulders. He shouts “GTS,” but before he can't hit it, Jimmy starts driving his elbow into the head of Punk. Punk finally let's up and drops him. Punk holding the side of his head turns into an Enziguri! Punk falls and rolls over to the corner and accidentally sets himself in the corner for Jimmy. Jimmy sees the opportunity and looks to the crowd as everyone knows what's coming next. Jimmy shouts “UCE!” and the crowd shout “O!” He takes a running start and hits a hip attack on Punk who is still dazed in the corner. Punk falls into the perfect position for the Uso splash. 

Mauro Ranallo: Jimmy may be looking to end this one right now! 

Matt Striker: If Jimmy hits this, this will be a very upsetting showing for Punk on his return! 

Jimmy starts to climb the turnbuckle and tries to gain his balance on the turnbuckle, but he took too much time as Punk wisely uses his adrenaline boost and pushes himself into the ropes! Jimmy falls and hits his crotch on the top turnbuckle. Punk smiling as he knows this is his chance to get back into the match. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and sets up Jimmy for the Superplex once more. Jimmy in too much pain, can't fight against it this time and Punk hits a Superplex from the top rope! 

Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! JIMMY MUST BE IN A GREAT DEAL OF PAIN FROM THAT SUPERPLEX! 

Matt Striker: This is why you never count Punk out. He wouldn't let his debut match burn up in flames to Jimmy Uso! 

Punk, doesn't hesitate and puts his technician skills to good use and transitions into the Anaconda Vice! Jimmy center of the ring nowhere to go! Punk has a face of pure ecstasy and has a psychotic look in his eye! Jimmy screaming in pain doesn't let up, but neither will Punk! Jimmy using his brain and uses his free hand and starts punching at Punk’s skull. Punk tries shaking him off, but his grip weakens more and more as the pain starts to get to him. Jimmy slips out hits and hits a quick punt kick on Punk. 

Matt Striker: Punk is so quick and so smooth, he didn't even hesitate to turn that Superplex into the Anaconda Vice. He's such a great wrestler! 

Mauro Ranallo: Don't count out, Jimmy. He had the heart to stay in it and get out of it.

Jimmy breathing heavily and holding his arm because of the Anaconda Vice, takes a breather. Naomi cheers him on from the outside and he winks at her. Jimmy finally goes onto the offensive and gets Punk up. Jimmy Irish whips Punk into the ropes and this time hits the Samoan Drop! Uso covers! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

THR-

KICKOUT AT TWO AND A HALF! 

Punk kicks out and Jimmy pounds the ground in anger. He gets himself up and looks to his wife for guidance. This was a mistake as Punk rolls him up from behind and makes a cover! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

KICKOUT AT TWO! 

Punk is back onto his feet and Jimmy very very soon after, but gets up straight into a Roundhouse kick! Jimmy staggered gets Irish whipped into the ropes and rebounds into the calf kick from Punk! Punk starts hyping himself up as the crowd is loud for this one! He looks to the crowds and motions it's time to go to sleep. As he stalks Jimmy to get up. Naomi gets in the ring and shoves Punk from behind to get his attention. He turns around and tells her to get out. 

Mauro Ranallo: Naomi, you are ruining the match! 

Matt Striker: I completely agree, Mauro, but she's worried about her husband! 

They start arguing as the referee tries to get involved and directing her to get out as well. As the arguing continues, Punk is turned back around by Jimmy who goes for another Superkick, but Punk ducks out of the way at the last second and Jimmy hits his wife instead! 

Mauro Ranallo: OH NO! Jimmy just Superkicked his wife, Naomi by mistake! 

Matt Striker: HAHAHA! I'm sorry, Mauro, I just couldn't help myself knowing Jimmy ain't getting any love in the sheets tonight after that! 

Naomi collapses hard and rolls out the ring, Jimmy is in utter shock that he just attacked his wife by mistake. Punk uses this to his advantage and when Jimmy turns to face him, Punk lifts him into the fireman's carry and hits the GTS! 

Matt Striker: Everyone be quiet! Since Jimmy ain't going to be getting the love from his wife tonight, Punk thought Jimmy Uso would rather go to sleep instead! 

Punk makes the cover over Jimmy! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

THREE! 

DING! DING! DING!

Here's your winner, CM PUNK! 

 

Matt Striker: You know CM Punk must be feeling good after that win.

Mauro: CM Punk looking to get back into the mix of things here in UWF and he's made himself known tonight. The guys in the locker room better keep their eyes on him! 

Punk is ecstatic about his win over Uso and his first win on his redebut! Punk celebrates in the ring looking at his fallen opponent who put up a good fight.

The titantron switches from the UWF Resistance graphic to a feed from backstage. Jeff Hardy is shown in a hallway backstage, caught in mid-conversation on his cell phone, which, notably but not importantly, is a flip phone. 

Hardy: …Yeah.... No, yeah… Yeah, I’m flying home first thing in the morning. Just gotta take care of business here first. Big match tonight, ya know? … Yep, that’s right. Me against the Velveteen Dream for the vacant Prime Time Championship. What’s that? …. Oh yeah, for sure…. Yeah, I’m super excited. He’s a real talented kid. Definitely. …. I think it’ll be a great match… 

Suddenly a voice can be heard echoing down the corridor of a joyous one, a one in a mood for a bit of Christmas spirit.

Santa Claus: “...And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day. Oh hello young man, how are you on this fine day of Christmas?”

Jeff eyes Ol’ Saint Nick up and down, an uneasy suspicion in his eyes soon giving way to a holiday ease. Jeff quickly says goodbye and hangs up by flipping the flip phone shut. He addresses the Christmas icon with a cheerful, youthful zest.

Hardy: Oh hey Santa. Merry Christmas. I’m doing real good thanks. I gotta big match tonight against The Velveteen Dream tonight!

Santa Claus: “Well good luck to you boy! I’m not all too familiar to that man in particular, but in a general sense, you’ve got it in the bag if you carry Christmas spirit with you.”

Jeff smiles a smile of true fulfillment. Santa has always meant a lot to him.

Hardy: Thanks Santa. I appreciate the encouragement man! Oh… uh… hey… mind if I ask you, what’s with the two sacks?

Santa looks over his shoulder, confused in what Jeff meant by the two sacks. He then chuckles realising that he meant the ones over his shoulders. He swings them down and places them on the ground, opening slightly to allow his hands to go in.

Santa Claus: “These boy, are where I keep my gifts for all of the fantastic UWF superstars, grinding each and every day, and proving that they’re the best. I do believe I have one for you in here boy, let me do a little dig around, I put it far down for a good reason… I think anyway.”

Santa rummages around the huge sack and his eyes light up as he reaches to the bottom and retrieves a present for little Ol’ Jeff. It’s a rectangular box, he hands it over to Jeff and smiles.

Santa Claus: “Here you are boy, enjoy. Merry Christmas to you.”

Santa walks away and leaves Jeff there with the present. Jeff begins to unwrap the box and it is revealed to be a whole box of Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ale. 

Hardy: Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ale?!?!?! But Santa...

Jeff looks up from his gift, shock and confusion all over his face like the war paint he wears to the ring. He wants to remind Santa Claus that he lives a sober and clean life now, but Kris Kringle is already outta sight. Hardy reconsiders the bottle of alcohol in his hand, looks up again, and sighs the MOST DRAMATIC sigh ever sighed.

Bummed out by the missed mark that is his Xmas gift, Jeff Hardy solemnly walks down the hall, liquor in hand, head hanging low. He’s not watching where he’s going when he bumps into Palmer Cannon, who, for once, is out of his office. 

Cannon: Whoa! Hey Jeff! Easy does it!

Hardy: Oh.. uh...sorry dude. Didn’t see you there. I was kinda distracted.

Cannon: Really? What’s on your mind?

Jeff considers regaling him with the Christmas tale, but decides against it.

Hardy: Ah, nothin’. Just gotta big match tonight I need to get ready for.

Cannon: Right, the Prime Time Championship match! Good luck with that!

Hardy: Thanks man. Hey, you know what? Have this. Merry Christmas.

The Charismatic Enigma regifts the Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ale to Palmer Cannon, who seems as surprised to be getting a gift from a UWF superstar as he is surprised that Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ale is a flavour at all.

Cannon: Oh wow. Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ale. Ummmm… thanks Jeff. Thanks so much. Bless your heart.

Cannon is a mysterious backstage person. Renee is Scoops McCallahan. That’s coming. Google Palmer Cannon. 2006 character. 

Hardy: Yeah, sure thing. I gotta go get ready… ya know, correct my energy. It’s been a weird night.

Jeff heads to the locker room, leaving Palmer alone in the hall. The UWF employee is subtly overjoyed to have received the gift. Looking around to make sure nobody is watching, he open the case to indulge. Then OUTTA NOWHERE, Scoops McCallahan walks into the shot.

Scoops: Drinking on the job, Cannon? Whatever that job is, you suspicious hack?

Palmer quickly puts the case down and glares daggers at his journalist nemesis.

Cannon: Yeah. Happy holidays to you too, Scoops.

Scoops laughs the throatiest laughs, grabs a can of Blue Moon Gingerbread Spice Ale and shotguns it in front of him, crush the can and tosses it over her shoulder.

Scoops: I’ll be seeing you in the New Year, Cannon. You can count on it.

Palmer’s glare can’t hide the nervousness in his eyes as he watches Scoops leave. He hastily collects his remaining Blue Moon Gingerbread Spiced Ales and retreats to the safety of his office. Resistance continues elsewhere.

We go to Drake Maverick's office as he is sitting down at his desk, he got Christmas decorations all over the office and a Christmas tree in the corner of the room. The door hits the floor as Scott Steiner walks in and goes right for Drake Maverick.

Scott Steiner: ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?

Drake shoots up from his chair and starts looking for the exit.

Drake Maverick: Oh, hello, Scott! Nice to see you again. Merry Christmas. If you'll excuse me, I need to go outside to call my mother and wish her a happy holiday...

As Drake tries to leave Steiner grabs him by the collar and lifts him up.

Scott Steiner: First off you don’t give me the title shot that I deserve because I’m a Genetic Freak. Second you leave me off Survivor Series. And now I hear that you are going to leave me off Judgement Day. I beat Billy Gunn so I should be in the European Championship match. But no you put Scottish douche bag McIntyre. Why not me?

Drake Maverick: Well he defended the Primetime Championship three times — and one of those was against you, I might add — to get this shot against Gunn at Judgment Day. That is why you don’t have a European Title Shot. And since you lost last week, I don’t think you are worthy of making the card.

Scott Steiner: You think that you're funny, huh, you fucking Brit? I’ll show you something to make fun of!

Steiner throws Drake onto the floor and grabs the Christmas tree, lifting it in press slam position before dropping it on Drake multiple times.

Scott Steiner: How do you like that, huh? This is just a normal day for Big Poppa Pump. So am I going to be on Judgement Day or am I going to have to shove this Christmas Tree so far up your ass that you will be tasting bark till 2020?

Drake Maverick: FINE! Fine, Scott. You might be aware of the old expression, "Good things come to those who wait." But since you decided you didn't want to wait, I'll book you into something, all right.

Scott Steiner: Who am I against?

Drake grins a sheepish grin, thinking he's about to pull one over on the Genetic Freak.

Drake Maverick: Well, let's see... I have a number of people who've yet to make the Judgment Day Card. So how about... Vinny Marseglia, hmm? Oh! And while we're at it, let's add in... Marty Scurll! And to round things out, I think... hmm... how about we find some other big men to fight you? I can think of a few who would appreciate the opportunity... and it will be an opportunity, because you'll all be competing in a time-honoured UWF tradition: the Ra--

Steiner drops the tree on Drake one more time, cutting him off and eliciting a loud "Oof!" from the GM.

Scott Steiner: Thank you. Now remember how that tree felt the next time you try to screw me over. Have a Merry Fucking Christmas.

Scott Steiner leaves as Drake slowly pulls himself out from under the Christmas tree. He brushes off the pine needles and shakes his head.

Drake Maverick: I really ought to hire myself some bodyguards...

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a three-on-two tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

As the two big men head out from the back, they're met with heat from the crowd, who haven't taken well to their attitude in recent weeks.

Michael Buffer: From Australia, "Juicy" Gino Gambino and Jonah Rock!

Gambino and Rock descend the ramp at a deliberate pace, hazing members of the crowd as they make their way to the ring. When they hit the foot of the ramp, they both approach the apron, grabbing the top rope and climbing up in lockstep before entering over the top rope. They head to their corner to discuss strategy while awaiting their foes.

Michael Buffer: And the opponents...

The lights in the arena cut out as the fireflies emerge in the crowd, swaying with the beat of the theme. Then the lantern appears on the stage, Bray Wyatt's bearded visage barely visible on the periphery of the light as he and two shadowy figures, presumably Jester and the man in the sheep mask, descend the ramp with him.

Michael Buffer: From Lafayette, Louisiana, the Eater of Worlds Bray Wyatt and the NEW Wyatt Family!

Wyatt and his disciples reach the foot of the ramp and round the ring to the steps before Bray lifts the lantern in front of his face and blows out its light, at which point the house lights come up and the Wyatts climb the steps to enter the ring and wait for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Jack Jester looks to be the initial competitor for his team, while Gino Gambino looks to get things started from the Aussie corner. The pair circle one another before tying up, Gambino quickly turning out of it with Jester's wrist, wrenching the arm for a moment before feeding into a shoulder thrust, and then another, and finally a third. On release, Jester slumps to one knee. Gambino simply boots him in the face to send him to his back, then leaps and connects with a big senton. Jester's visibly sapped as Gambino rolls to hands and knees and back to his feet, hooking him under one arm and dragging him to the Aussie corner before tagging in Jonah Rock.

Matt Striker: An early tag by Gino Gambino here, and that's a good thing for his team as constant cycling will keep these two big men fresh.

Mauro Ranallo: Now Jack Jester finds himself caught between Rock and a hard place.

Striker audibly groans on commentary as Rock enters the ring and starts stomping a mudhole in the cornered Jester before placing his boot on the Scot's neck and outright choking him, leaning in with his full weight. The official starts a count and Rock breaks off after four, stepping away for a moment before surging back in to hit a cannonball! Jester's arms fall almost totally limp and his eyes roll into the back of his skull as Rock's full weight bears down on him, and the Aussie big man drags him out of the corner before falling on top for the cover.

1...

2...

...NO! Bray Wyatt breaks up the pin!

Rock gets to his feet smiling and Bray laughs right in his face, drawing the ire of the big Australian as he unloads with a huge haymaker that Wyatt deftly avoids before kicking him in the gut and planting him with a DDT! The official has words with Wyatt but one stern look and a toss of his white man dreads deters the referee, who takes a half-step back out of fear. Bray then moves to continue the assault on Rock, but as he does he's grounded by a blindside crossbody from Gambino! Gambino full mounts Wyatt in the ring and starts pummeling his face as the enigmatic man in the sheep's mask enters between the ropes and helps Jester to his feet. Both men then set themselves on Gambino, dragging him off Wyatt and throwing him against the ropes before alternating strikes and chops on the big man and then throwing him over the top to the floor. As they turn around, however, they're met by a straight-up STIFF lariat from Jonah Rock and they're sent crashing to the outside as well! The fans react in a mixed but mostly negative way to the display of power as Rock turns around and grabs Bray by the dreads, pulling him to his feet before lifting him in the fallaway slam position and connecting straight up. Rock then pulls Bray to his feet again and grabs him in a full nelson before tossing him up, grabbing his waist and connecting with a brutal full nelson suplex! Rock covers.

...

The fans are buzzing and confused as the official refuses to count.

Mauro Ranallo: That's not the legal man! Bray Wyatt never tagged in and the legal man is on the outside!

Rock gets to his feet and gets in the referee's face, believing some shenanigans are afoot. The referee shakes his head and insists Wyatt's not the legal man and so Rock turns away for a moment, and then comes back with an absolutely DEVASTATING knockout punch to the skull of the official! The referee drops to the canvas, out cold. Rock then grabs Wyatt and lifts him into gorilla press position as he walks over to where Wyatt's two compatriots are, throwing Bray over the top! Wyatt crashes and burns on top of Jester, but the sheep-masked man dodges out of the way and slides into the ring, taking the fight right to Rock with a flurry of body shots from left and right before graduating to punches to the face! After a particularly wild right hook, Rock seems dazed as he reels and the masked man kicks him in the gut before clutching his head and running for the corner, dashing up the ropes and springboarding off of them into a bulldog!

Matt Striker: Wait a moment, I've seen that before!

Gambino grabs the masked man by the ankle and drags him out of the ring, and as soon as he lands the Aussie haymakers him hard, knocking the sheep mask clean off of the man's face!

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! That's Bo Dallas!

As soon as the identity of the masked man is revealed, the lights cut out. Then a horrible screaming noise bursts over the arena soundsystem before a reel of macabre imagery plays over the titantron, concluding with the image of an empty chair, rocking:

I'M HERE.

The lights come back up and Bo Dallas and Jack Jester are taking the fight to Gambino on the outside while Wyatt is doing his creepy spider-walk thing toward a prone Jonah Rock. A new official slides into the ring amid the chaos as Wyatt then grabs Rock and leans him backward, kissing the forehead but as he does, Rock grabs him by the skull and headbutts him! Wyatt releases Rock as he stumbles away and Jonah quickly gets to his feet, Wyatt turning back around to be caught in the clutch and dropped with a side brainbuster! Rock hooks the leg.

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here are your winners,

Jonah Rock and Gino Gambino!

Mauro Ranallo: A decisive victory for the Australian imports Jonah Rock and Gino Gambino here in a match rife with surprise revelations, Matt.

Matt Striker: Revelations is definitely one word for what we saw here tonight, Mauro! We now know who Bray Wyatt's third man is, but why Bo Dallas? Is this the reason Dallas disappeared mere months ago?

As Wyatt's accomplices break off to help Bray out of the ring, Rock is joined my Gambino inside of it and the pair celebrate their victory as the feed moves along with the Wyatts licking their wounds.

[crann]

As the cameras fade in to the backstage area, we find ourselves focusing in on a rather nondescript hallway, but in said hallway are The Hired Gunns, who are walking around. Gunn is busy on a Nintendo Switch, the sounds of pressing buttons very audible as Kidman is watching on.

Kidman: “Oh dude, look out! He’s about to-”

Gunn: “I know, Kidman! This dude is so easy to predict. Like, I swear doing this damn side-B in the air is his favorite tactic-”

As Gunn is speaking, the camera focuses on the screen of the system, Gunn is seen playing Smash Ultimate, specifically playing as Marth while whoever it is he is facing against online is playing Ganondorf, and had just grabbed Marth with the side-B offstage, Ganonciding again. The name for the player two suspiciously reading “LB”.

Gunn: “-MOTHERFUCKER! HE DID IT AGAIN!!”

Kidman: “Dude, it’s called just don’t go near him on the ledges! If he’s using that as his go-to tactic, then stay away from the ledge. You got more stocks than him right now anyways, so if he keeps doing that eventually you’ll win.”

Gunn: “I know that, I can see the bottom of the screen, it’s just pissing me off that this dude is able to pull that trick off over and over again and yet I can never do it against you, or anyone really, to save my goddamn life!”

Kidman: “Well, it’s pretty obvious when you do it. When this guy has been doing it, he just pulls it out in the middle of one of your combos.”

Gunn: “Then what the hell am I supposed to do, not combo him? That’s the damn point of the-”

Gunn gets cut off as the connection to the match drops. Gunn stares at the screen for what feels like an eternity, now utterly pissed off.

Gunn: “That BETTER have been on his end. I swear to god, if I just lost at a 2-1 stock advantage because of spotty wifi inside this arena…”

Kidman: “Focus Gunn, you have a match later tonight. Focus your aggression on McIntyre…”

Santa arrives with his two sacks full of gifts over his shoulders and begins to sing one of his familiar Christmas tunes.

Santa Claus: “...Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King… oh hello boys, how are thy feeling on the wonderful day of Christmas?”

Both Gunn and Kidman turn to each other, confused as to why Santa, or, at the very least someone dressed up as Santa, is standing in front of the pair, but nonetheless, they decide to go along with it.

Gunn: “I’m feeling alright. Got the European Championship, a shirt design being finalized, everything is pretty good today.”

Kidman: “Yeah, it is a fine day, and Merry Christmas to you, sir.”

Santa Claus: “How will you be spending this fine day boys? Snowball fights? Dinner with family?”

Gunn: “I wish I could spend some time with Sandra tonight, but sadly I have a match, teaming up with Kenny Omega against Samoa Joe and Drew McIntyre. After that though, I know that I’m spending the rest of this week with her. Seems like forever since we got to just talk…”

Kidman: “And I’m tagging along tonight. After that...being honest, not quite sure what I’ll do. Maybe head back to Allentown for a few days?”

Santa Claus: “Unfortunate, very. It is a great shame when Christmas is cut down due to commitments such as things like this. But fear not, I, Santa have not forgotten you. Now, I just need to find your presents.”

Santa then throws the sacks down and opens them up to look inside. He then puts both arms in and grabs a massive box from inside of the sack. He then places it outside of the sack, and throws the sack back up on his shoulder.

Santa Claus: “This is a joint present for both of you, and yes, I do understand you can’t really duplicate it so to say, but it looks like you’ll have to share. Now I must be going, I have a lot of joy to share tonight and the night has barely begun. Merry Christmas to both of you, and a Happy New Year.”

Gunn and Kidman both look at the big box that the gift, whatever it is, is being stored in with wide eyes, turning to each other for a second and then back at Santa.

Gunn: “Th-Thank you! This...wow, this is great!”

Kidman: “Yes, thank you sir!”

The two look back down at the package, and then go to look at Santa again but he is already gone, the two a tad confused at this. After a few seconds, they stop worrying about it, and Gunn rushes off for a second, before coming back with a knife.

Gunn: “Well? What are we waiting for, let’s open the thing!”

After a few seconds of struggling, Gunn manages to wedge the knife in a good spot and cuts the box right down the middle. With the tape destroyed, Gunn opens up and looks inside, and what is in there is...not quite what was expected.

Gunn: “A DS game? For this big of a box...ah, whatever, I’m sure it’s a good game, at least. I mean, if it came in a box this big then-”

Those hopes, however get shattered once he actually pulls said game out of the box.



Gunn: “...Okay, why did you set this up?”

Kidman looks as shocked as Gunn is with the game in his hand, pointing to himself for a second. Gunn nods, and Kidman then backs up a step.

Kidman: “I didn’t do shit!”

Gunn: “Just like your match against Velveteen Dream…”

As the crowd in the arena are “OOH”ing at the burn towards his partner, Kidman can almost feel the heat coming off of him in embarrassment.

Kidman: “W-Well, I still didn’t set this up, I mean, I was just as surprised as you were.”

Gunn: “Uh huh...well, we got the game, not sure if it’s good or not...what the hell, we may as well play it? I mean what even is the worst that can happen?”

Kidman: “Yeah, right. Hell, use my DS, if you still think I’m not trustworthy for this.”

Gunn: “Sure thing, we got time ‘till my match anyways so, guess we can kill some time beating this. Alright, let’s go!”

With that, Gunn and Kidman begin to walk off, just leaving the big box behind at first, but then…

Gunn: “Wait, give me a sec, Kidman...I’ll catch back up with you!”

Gunn then rushes off in the opposite direction, before running back to the box with a red Sharpee and another red marker, this one regular. After a few careful lines with the Sharpee, he takes the regular marker and begins filling in what he drew onto the box. Soon enough, the box now has a giant red exclamation mark on either side of it, and Gunn, the idiot he is, puts the box over himself and begins to walk down the hallway with it on him, trying to be like Solid Snake...L: “Eh, may as well make the best of the situation, I guess?”

We cut to Grado and The Boar looking sad and dejected in their apartment.

Grado:” Whit ur we gonna dae? Ki hasn’t sent us anymair clues. Maverick is gettin' disappointed in us. It’s heartbreakin' cheil.”

The Proletariat Boar:”I don’t know, but we have to find Ki. We are lost without him, LOST! I just don’t Grado.”

A knock on the door can be heard.

The Proletariat Boar:”Go Away, we’re busy! Can’t you see we are trying to be sad!”

Grado:“Unless ye hae pizza,get the' buck outta dodge!”

The mystery person knocks some more.

??: ”It’s a delivery from uh Mr.Low Ki?”

Boar slowly gets up and walks to the door.

The Proletariat Boar:”A clue? GRADO WE GOT A CLUE!!!!”

The Boar opens the door revealing, a box, the ups guy must of left not being there anymore. The Boar lifts the box.

The Proletariat Boar:” It’s kinda heavy, wonder what it could be. Bring me the scissors”

Grado quickly gets some scissors and gives it too, his pig friend.

Grado:”Oi here ye go mate. Jist hurry up an open it the suspense is killin' me.”

The Boar sighs as he cuts open the tape revealing, Low Ki, jumping out of the box like Monkey D Luffy in the first episode of One Piece, with a big smile of his face.

Low Ki:” Hahahaha I was the UPS Guy the whole time! Fooled you boys!”

Grado and Boar just hug him.

The Proletariat Boar:” KI! YOU ARE BACK! YOU BEAUTIFUL BALD BASTARD!”

Grado:”Where you been, mate? Tell us everything.”

Low Ki:” Oh I will, next week!”

He just laughs and smiles at the camera as we fade to black on this heartwarming scene.

We’re taken a faintly lighted room, where footage was recorded earlier in the night. The walls have seen a lot of history, told by the cracks in their yellow toned chamber. It’s a bit dimsey, with a few light bulbs lit up, hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the space. The camera zooms out, to show the number one contender to the International Championship, Kenny Omega, looking at the floor, clasping his hands together.



Kenny Omega: Last week, went about as I expected. It went as I said, really. I won’t get a big ego like Seth Rollins, for predicting something, but I definitely feel more confident. I promised to the fans of Resistance I would defend the integrity of the brand. I feel I’ve done a lot to that claim. Weather I helped us win at Survivor Series, or took out half of G.O.D., I’ve helped grow this brand and take down anyone who’s staked their claim from it. It feels good to contribute to something greater than yourself, because you see the effect it’s taken, you know what good you’ve done for everyone around here. I’ve had help, true, but that’s what Resistance is about. It’s about the people who love this brand rally together and defend it, because it’s our home at the end of the day.

Kenny’s eyes go to the camera at hand, as he leans in with a hand on one knee, and forearm on the other.

Kenny Omega: That’s what we did, Joe. We welcomed you into our house. It was competitive as all hell, but the guys who respected each other’s goals were brothers in a way. See, I remember you being the first guy to say I redeemed myself. That I was doing what I could to make a change, and that you respected that out of me. I felt honored to hear that, especially after you became the first International Champion of Resistance. That belt holds a lot of history, and to have you win it in your first month is a huge success, don’t get me wrong, but if you think about it, your whole run has been off a thread of lies, and when the truth was exposed, you got real quiet. Hell Joe, for a guy that turned his back on the entire roster, you haven’t spoken a word, and neither has your boys. Some might see that as scary, some might think that means you’ve got nothing to prove, but me? I think you see where this has gotten you. Nothing.

The screen flashes away for a moment, showing an “elite” image of Kenny’s old running buddies, The Young Bucks.



Kenny Omega: Weather it was Sweet ‘n’ Sour Inc., almost forming The Young Bucks, at the end of it all, I’d always wind up the loser. Sweeney, well, it’s a perspective thing. I got out before anyone could do any extra damage, and the Bucks? Got me a first class ticket to nearly losing my career to Kevin Steen. It was all about the money when I was with either of these groups, and really, it only limited my success. That’s what this has done to you Joe, it’s put a ceiling over your head. Running with a group that has such an open goal is bound to cost you, it just doesn’t fit the programming, and really, I don’t see how it’s benefitted you. I said it before, you’ve only gotten yourself trapped in a steel cage with me. I know risky environments, and a cage is more than plentiful for a guy like me. Weather I’m raking your face against that steel, or hell, leaping off the top to do some serious damage to the both of us, know that I’m more than happy to do whatever it takes to win. That’s just the kind of guy I am, and soon, the kind of champion, I plan to be.

Omega stands up, taking a few steps to the camera, and staring at it with a smirk.

Kenny Omega: Tonight, I’ve got a respectable partner in Billy Gunn, and considering you may not even show your face, we’ll make Drew McIntyre an example of things to come for you at Judgement Day. Not only am I getting rid of another problem in Resistance, but I’m showing that the momentum game is in my favor. I’ve got the gun loaded for our match-

Omega, lifting his arm up and over his head, giving off his signature finger gun pose to the camera, shuts one eye as if too focus his shot.

Kenny Omega: -And you better believe the safety's off… bang!

He shoots off an imaginary pistol, twirling it in his hand, and sliding it down as if he was a cowboy, before the screen fades away, and we continue with Resistance.

Kidman: “Well, that game was a complete waste of time. 30 minutes spent just trying to get the damn thing to work and when it finally does, it turns out to be the most mediocre game we’ve ever played...right Gunn?”

The scene fades in on Billy Kidman walking down a hallway, seemingly alone, but right next to him is a...somehow inconspicuous box with a red exclamation mark on the side of it. For a quick second, Kidman is looking around, confused at where he went, before shrugging and continuing on, now walking past catering.

Kidman: “Where the hell is he, though? He said he’d catch back up with me, but he’s just gone ghost since we got the game...does he still think I actually set that up? Oh, christ I wish I had thought of something like that. I mean, the look on Gunn’s face when he held up that game, if I wasn’t disappointed at the same time, I’d have been laughing pretty damn hard…”

Kidman again stops, and turns around, but after looking around for a second, he sees nothing out of the ordinary.

Kidman: “Weird, thought I heard shuffling. Whatever, maybe I’m just not walking fast enough.”

After a few more seconds of walking, it now obvious that Kidman is heading towards Gorilla position, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, and soon a very familiar ringtone begins playing.



After a few seconds of it, Kidman finally pulls his phone out and answers it.

Kidman: “Hello?”

As Kidman answers it, somehow we get a view of Billy Gunn, still walking around in the damn box now crouched behind Kidman inside of it, looking like this except not as cool as Snake does it, actually, it looks pretty damn stupid.



Gunn, now with his phone out listens in for a second before responding.

Gunn: “Kidman, this is Gunn. I’m going to be a tad bit late to Gorilla, so I’ll see you there, alright? Got caught up with talking to someone.”

Before Kidman can respond, Gunn hangs up, leaving Kidman now confused but also exasperated at Gunn.

Kidman: “Of course...he gets to be the social one, well whatever, I’ll meet him down there…”

As Kidman continues trekking along throughout the arena, every once in a while he hears some sort of rustle, or an out-of-place sound that he just can’t quite figure out from where it is coming from. As he approaches the position, suddenly a slight clunking on the ground can be heard, and he goes to investigate the sound, finding a quarter lying there.

Kidman: “The hell? Where did this…”

before continuing that sentence, he looks around to see if anyone else is there, before then reaching down to pick it up. In that time, Gunn is able to stand up, removing the box from on top of him and beginning to act like he ran, breathing slightly heavier. After a few seconds, Kidman turns around, only to be right in front of him, startling him.

Gunn: “Hey Kidman, what’s up?”

Kidman: “N-nothing much, jesus, you surprised me. I thought I’d have a few minutes alone while waiting for you.”

Gunn: “Nope! I had to run here, but I got here at around the same time you did. Ain’t that something?”

Kidman scratches the back of his head, still holding the quarter in the other hand.

Kidman: “Yeah, I guess so. I found a quarter, by the way. Weirdest thing, thought I heard it just fall from the sky or something like that, turn around and it was right there!”

Gunn: “Oh, wait, a quarter?”

Gunn begins to make a bit of a show, checking his pockets before turning up empty-handed.

Gunn: “Shit, man I think that was mine.”

Kidman looks at Gunn, and then the quarter, before reluctantly handing it over to Gunn, who slips it into his pocket.

Gunn: “Thanks man, now for real I have to go take care of something. Got a dumb idea for our entrance and I’m going to need to stop by wardrobe to get some custom gear I created a while back.”

Kidman just looks at Gunn, fed up. He sighs, and just nods his head at Gunn.

Gunn: “Sweet, be back in like, 10-15 minutes.”

Gunn then rushes off, taking the box with him from before. Kidman somehow still doesn’t notice that the box was there and now is gone, and just takes to leaning against the wall, waiting for Gunn to return…

Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

"-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!"

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.

Michael Buffer: And introducing his partner...

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.)

Michael Buffer: And their opponents. Already in the ring, the UWF International Champion, Samoa JOE!

A cacaphonous booing is heard as the fans show their disapproval for the villainous International Champion, who shrugs it off as he adjusts the championship on his shoulder, grinning.

Michael Buffer: And his partner...

The UWF's only former Prime Time Champion emerges from the back as his theme plays loudly over the soundsystem, the fans expressing some disapproval. He marches down to the ring and heads up the steps with a look of cold calculation on his face, then steps between the ropes and fixes Joe with vicious eyes before turning them on his opponents as he removes his cape.

McIntyre waits in his corner for the bell to ring.

DING DING!

As the ring bell sounds, Kenny and Billy decide who will start the match for their team as Kenny steps through the ropes and stands on the apron. Directly diagonal from them, there is no conversation as Joe steps through the ropes onto the apron without even acknowledging Drew. McIntyre looks a little miffed about this but turns his attention to his opponent as both men begin to circle one another.

Billy goes for the lock-up but Drew bats his hands away and gives a forceful shove to the chest that causes his opponent to take a few steps backward. As Billy takes that last step and regains his balance, Drew grabs him by the wrist and pulls him towards him, going for a Ripcord Lariat but Billy ducks under his arm and connects with a rising knee to the abdomen as Drew releases his grip and Billy gets his arm free.

Gunn throws an elbow backward, catching McIntyre in the spine as he turns and leaps up, going for a Backstabber but Drew reaches back and manages to grab him as he slings Billy forward over his shoulder and hits what can best be described as a powerslam into the nearest corner, leaving Billy in a Tree of Woe predicament.

Drew goes for a big boot but Gunn manages to curl upward to the top turnbuckle to avoid it as he launches himself backward and throws his arm back, catching the big Scot in the sternum with a stiff elbow as both men go falling to the mat.

McIntyre and Gunn are both up quickly as Billy goes low and attempts a kick to Drew’s abdomen but the Psychopath sees it coming as he catches the foot to block the kick. McIntyre smiles about this but the veteran Gunn thinks fast and leaps up, swinging his leg and catching Drew in the side of the head with a stiff kick.

Billy hits the mat but is up to his feet again as the kick made Drew stagger into the ropes. Drew catches himself on the ropes and turns to head back in his opponent’s direction but Gunn is a step ahead as he’s running across the ring and dives at the big man’s leg, clipping the back of the knee as Drew falls down and is now looking up at the lights as Billy starts putting the boots to him.

Matt Striker: Even with his imposing presence, Drew isn’t daunting enough to make Billy Gunn even think of backing down.

Mauro Ranallo: Bold but important strategy, Matt. Any hesitation could leave him prone to a myriad of, “Armageddon Incarnate”’s offense and if that happens at Judgment Day, we’re looking at the next European Champion.

After laying into McIntyre with a few forceful and well placed stomps, Billy heads over to his corner and tags in Kenny, who launches himself over the top rope and lands an elbow drop to Drew’s solar plexus. As McIntyre sits up and clutches where he was struck in pain, Omega is back to his feet as he hooks Drew’s head and leads him to a half-vertical base before bringing him down quickly with a DDT.

Kenny begins punching Drew in the back of the head as the big man tries to get to his feet. As this goes on, Drew gets up enough to push Omega back as he launches himself off the mat and nearly cuts the International Championship contender in half with a sort of spear. McIntyre gets up and brushes the hair out of his face as he walks over to his corner, stepping on Kenny along the way.

Joe is turned facing some fans sitting in the front row who are shouting disparaging things about him and he’s yelling his own insults back. Drew shakes the rope to try and get his attention but Joe keeps on verbalizing with the fans in question. Drew looks irritated again as he goes to just tag his partner in but as he goes to, Joe drops off of the apron and heads over to the fans, getting in the face of one of them as their back-and-forth has gotten visibly more heated.

As Drew puts his hands up like he’s wondering what’s going on, he’s hit in the back with a dropkick from Omega as he’s knocked over the top rope and goes tumbling to the floor. The, “Scottish Psychopath” gets to his feet angrily and takes a swing at Joe but as he does, Joe flips off the fan he’s arguing with and turns and walks back over to the ring.

Drew goes after Joe after missing the punch but as he does, he’s hit in the back of the head by a full drink cup that was no doubt intended for Joe. Not long after this, Kenny in the ring goes running towards the ropes as he dives through them, pushing Drew with both hands as Drew hits the barricade and Kenny hits the ground and rolls, climbing back to his feet as he starts laying into the abdomen of his opponent with kick after kick.

Matt Striker: Drew McIntyre not having a lot of luck right now, Mauro.

Mauro Ranallo: With the International Champion paying him no mind, this is just a 2-on-1 Handicap match with a tag format!

As McIntyre slinks down to a seated position, Kenny stops kicking and heads over to him, grabbing the Scotsman and leading him to his feet but Drew goozles his opponent upon getting there and pulls him in before forcefully throwing him back. Kenny staggers but manages to stop himself but Drew has taken off running as he connects with a Claymore, pinning Kenny’s head between his foot and the ring post!

As Omega falls to the floor, McIntyre gets to his feet with a sickening smile on his face as he looks very satisfied with what he’s done. Drew pulls the lifeless Kenny to his feet and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope before sliding in after him. As the man known as, “Armageddon Incarnate” climbs up to his feet, he heads over to the corner, sizing Kenny up for another Claymore.

While this is occurring, suddenly Drew feels a smack on his shoulder as Joe steps through the ropes and enters the ring. As Joe makes his way over to Kenny, Drew takes off running and connects with a Claymore to the back of Joe’s head.

Matt Striker: Drew just attached his own partner!

Mauro Ranallo: Mama Mia! The International Champion is down!

The big man gets up and exits the ring, shooting Billy Gunn a nasty look along the way. Meanwhile, Kenny and Joe are both trying to shake the cobwebs out as each man is making an attempt to get to their feet. Omega is there first but Joe is close behind. As Joe gets there, Kenny doesn’t waste a second as he hits him with the V-Trigger and the International Champion goes down!

Omega covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Michael Buffer: Here are your winners, the team of Billy Gunn and Kenny Omega!

Mauro Ranallo: Drew McIntyre fought hard, but was unwilling to put up with any antics from the International Champion who seemed like he was somewhere else for most of the night. That division between these two men ultimately cost them the match.

Matt Striker: I don't think McIntyre cares about losing here. His point was mostly proven. But Samoa Joe should feel embarrassed after this showing. If this is how he performs at Judgment Day, that cage match will end quickly.

Omega and Gunn raise each others' arms in the middle of the ring as Joe is laid out, seemingly out of it. McIntyre simply glares from the top of the ramp as the European Champion spies him and grins, then holds his title high over his head. The feed moves along on that brief exchange.

The camera cuts to multiple shots of a mansion to a pool then to the Dream. He's hanging out by a pool; chilling out as his ambient music plays in the background.

 

Velveteen Dream: You want to know what's funny? The Dream saw a joke earlier today and I couldn't stop laughing since. Today, the Dream talked to Jeff Hardy and he showed his true colors and it's just baffling to me that the Dream has been blind and the people of the UWF universe have been blind to it all this time, but the Dream is here to bring it to light.

He reaches over and takes a sip of a his Pina colada before setting it down. 

Velveteen Dream: The Dream praises the man and tries to do some light banter with someone the Dream thought had respect for him, but clearly he doesn't and likewise. He lost it after today because he downplays the Velveteen Dream Experience. He's a two-faced rat! Plain and simple. He acts like your buddy, he tries to bring you up, but boom! He knocks you down with that huge ego of his. He says the Dream has an ego, well, I guess it takes one to know one, huh, Jeff?

Dream shakes his head and has a face of sadness. 

Velveteen Dream: A match of respect for a title has turned into a match of heat. The tension so thick, you can use a knife to slice through it and the UWF universe already knows what the Dream means, they experienced it earlier today. It's pathetic really, because he humbly brags about himself all the time; he's a hypocrite. Says the Dream needs have humility, but when you're constantly mentioning indirectly how good you are and how bad the Dream is, it just makes you look worse than the Velveteen Dream, cause you're so insecure about yourself, you can't even bring yourself to say it outright. Is that why you wear the paint, Jeff? To hide your insecurities that lie beneath? It doesn't matter, cause after tonight, hopefully we'll never face each other again.

The Dream has a face of disgust as he goes for another sip on his drink. 

Velveteen Dream: You claim it's about the title and how you want to bring the proper respect it deserves, but you don't deserve it. That title should not be in your grasp, cause you're the exact opposite of respect and humility. All you would do is bring shame upon the Prime Time championship. 

You win one big match at Survivor Series and you think you're the humble messiah of Resistance. News flash: You're not. The Dream is winning that Prime Time championship and the Dream is going to go on to win the European championship once more and bring the prestige it deserves. I see a lot of potential in that belt and the Dream was on the way to making it a big deal, but Gunn went on and ruined it, and the Dream has been righting the wrongs since. Nigel, Gunn, Kidman and now you. You wronged me with the blatant disrespect and insult on my intelligence, but tonight you're going to eat those words and realise the Dream is a lot better than you think. Witts, agility, strength; three of thousands of words to describe the Velveteen Dream Experience. Tonight, you're going to be humbled yourself.

DREAM OVER!

The feed takes us to the arena when suddenly...

The theme has every fan in the crowd on their feet, popping for the super-popular Resistance GM. He heads down to the ring looking sharp as ever and enters the squared circle with microphone in hand, beginning immediately to speak.

DRAKE MAVERICK

Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying tonight's show?

A loud pop from the crowd has Drake grinning widely and he continues.

I'm here to announce a pair of major matches for Resistance at UWF Judgment Day. First and foremost, as you may have partially seen earlier this evening, I've been... impressed... by Scott Steiner's performance of late, as I have been with that of a few other on the Resistance roster. And frankly, with disgraceful showings from so many in recent weeks, I've decided something major is needed to shake things up here, which is why at Judgment Day I'm resurrecting a UWF tradition in the Rags to Riches match! Six men, four briefcases containing very lucrative contracts hanging above the turnbuckles, the first to grab a briefcase wins the contract inside. In the match, we'll have Steiner, joined by Vinny Marseglia, Marty Scurll, Jonah Rock, Bray Wyatt and a returning Low Ki!

A loud pop from the crowd, who seem overjoyed to hear the news. He raises a hand to continue.

That's not all. Also at Judgment Day and in response to comments made by both men in the lead-up to their match this week, we'll have an intergender tag match. In one corner, we'll have Jimmy Uso and Naomi. In the other...

Maverick is suddenly interrupted.

 

CM Punk emerges on stage, a microphone already in hand. He has a shit eating grin across his face, as he taps his chin & his music is faded out.  

You know Maverick, I couldn't quite put my finger on it but somehow I had a sneaking suspicion that you would try something like this less then two weeks away from Judgement Day. You have to get up pretty early in the morning to get one over on me, which is why I came prepared. Although unlike popular belief from the Usos, you, or even this crowd here tonight..AJ will NOT be joining me at Judgement Day. Frown not though, because I believe I've found a partner for this inter gender match that more then suffices stepping into a ring with The Best In The World & fighting along side me. She's a former champion, & a all around bad ass... 

Ladies & Gentlemen...MY partner... 

The crowd awaits in anticipation...  

The crowd pops as Becky Lynch emerges, a huge smile on her face.  

They embrace as Punk chuckles at Maverick, before they walk into the back. Drake simply stands somewhat dumbfounded in the ring as the feed moves along elsewhere.

The camera cuts to Leyton with Kieran sitting on a bench seemingly in the middle of nowhere. There is a telephone hung on the wall with a shelf positioned slightly underneath it and a thick book positioned on top of it. Leyton looks over at Kieran staring off into the distance and taps him slightly on the shoulder.

Leyton Buzzard: ”Hey Kieran, did you see the ad in the yellow pages? “Santa’s Gift Giving Bonanza…” 

Leyton lifts up the yellow pages in his hands as he points to the advert, Kieran face turns to that of scepticism.

Kieran Kelly: Does Santa even have a ph…

Kieran goes to put his finger up in protest halfway through his sentence before Leyton moves over to telephone booth to the side of them…

Kieran sits down with his hands on his head as Leyton begins to dial in the numbers on the telephone, Leyton feeds the booth with five cent pieces from his Fanny Pack this takes time. 

Brr brr

The phone connects to someone who the feed can audibly hear, Leyton leans up against the the booth....

Leyton Buzzard: Hey Santa…

Santa Claus: “Who is this? Don’t call here ag- oh… HO HO HO boy. And a Meeeerry Christmas to you. What is your name child?”

Leyton Buzzard: ”Buzzard… Leyton Buzzard sir, I knew you would answer. I just thought I could use some help against a DEMON who hates christmas…”

Santa Claus: “The demon you say boy? I’d say to enhance the Christmas Spirit that you carry around with you. Not only in your day to day life, but being so contagious that it spreads out to others! You said your name was Leyton Badger? I’m sorry the signal is quite bad from the North Pole boy.”

Leyton Buzzard: ”It sounds like you are in America, My friend who lives in Antarctica and I talk all the time since I am so close, We have talked almost every night of this trip. Also my name is Leyton Buzzard sir, I am beating him with my mind games but I need something, Something more to get rid of him. He should be on the ETERNAL Naughty list, SANTA!”

Santa Claus: “That’s a flat out vicious boy. Despite, you’re a wrestler for the Ultimate Wrestling Federation aren’t you boy? Shouldn’t you be able to handle the devil with your own hands? Or is your Christmas spirit faded? I do believe it helps out stuff like winning matches… and you haven’t been doing a lot of that have you boy?”

“I digress, I’ve actually got a gift in the mail for you boy, it may take a while to get there, as I- oh wait. I didn’t bother. I knew that people like you don’t even deserve to have presents, you are a coward and a lie, and I bet that boy you call Kieran is with you? Nothing more than pathetic.”

Santa hangs up the phone to Leyton and leaves him on the line high and dry. Slowly the phone trickles down Leyton’s face and hangs back up onto the hook he picked it up from.

Kieran Kelly: ”LOOK Leyton! It’s Auspost they seem to be coming right our WAY!”

Leyton moves out of the phone booth as the camera zooms in on Leyton’s excited expression, Leyton waits for a few moments before a Kangaroo in a Red Jumper while wearing sunglasses hops into frame stops for a few moments…

Leyton reaches into the pocket of the furry animal, Leyton pulls out a box wrapped in christmas wrapping, Leyton shakes it before reading the tag…

Leyton Buzzard: ”From Santa… I knew he would give me something, I just knew it… Now I can beat VAMPIRO once and for all…”

Leyton quickly unwraps the present revealing it to be…

“Protein Powder For Women”

Leyton’s face seems shocked and upset at the “Protein Powder For Women” in the box, The feed moves elsewhere leaving it on Leyton’s disappointed expression...

Michael Buffer: The following contest is tonight's main event and the final of the UWF Prime Time Tournament! The winner will become the NEW UWF Prime Time Champion! Introducing first...

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...

Jeff Hardy runs out on to the ramp, waving his arms around as the fans scream and chant his name. Strobe lights haphazardly illuminate his illustrated face, a mask of war paint that serves to highlight the intensity and devil-may-care nature of the soul beneath it.

Buffer: Weighing in at 225 pounds... from Cameron, North Carolina... "The Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy!

Hardy slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the turnbuckle, leaning precariously over the edge, arms spread as the Resistance fans cheer for him. Tool's rhythmic frenzy blares in the background as Jeff scans the arena, taking in the energy of the people as he prepares to wrestle the match as though it were his last.

Michael Buffer: And the opponent...

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!

There's a big fight atmosphere as the fans are buzzing restlessly, Hardy and Dream stepping out of their respective corners and sizing each other up before locking in to the classic collar-and-elbow. Both men struggle for a dominant position before Dream gets enough leverage to trap Hardy in a quick side headlock, but Jeff slips free and quickly toe-kicks the back of Dream's calf, causing him to stumble half a step. Hardy then charges, looking to capitalize, but Dream rounds into a backhand that sends him reeling for a corner, then follows up with a clothesline to the back that takes Hardy to the canvas. Jeff rolls out of the ring while Dream theatrically poses for the crowd, who boo loudly at the cocky display. While Dream is showboating, however, Hardy spies an opening and reaches in to grab his ankle, then drags him under the rope. Dream lands hard on his arse and Hardy drags him just until his leg is extended off the canvas, then starts delivering elbows into the knee joint, using the apron and one hand to keep the leg extended as he barrages it. Dream cries out, clawing first at the ropes and then at Hardy's hair before he catches a good handful of it and manages to toss Hardy backward, causing the daredevil to lurch into the steel ring steps and have to recapture his balance. This split-second of a window gives Dream the time to slide out of the ring and when Hardy is back on solid footing, he's swept right off of it by Dream and hit with an inverted atomic drop. Hardy stumbles as Dream releases him, grabbing the apron to hold himself upright. Dream capitalizes by grabbing him from the side and dropping him with a Russian leg sweep to the floor, then gets to his feet and rolls into and out of the ring to reset the ten-count.

Mauro Ranallo: This match moved to the outside quickly and I would have thought that would be where Jeff Hardy, the risk-taker, is more in his element, but Velveteen Dream is in control here.

Matt Striker: You heard what Dream said earlier in the week. He's in this to win this, by any means necessary. If that means taking the fight out of his comfort zone, he'll do it.

Dream pulls Jeff up between his legs in a powerbomb position, but then drags his nails over Hardy's back in a classic back rake! The dirty move has the fans booing and Hardy pulls away, stumbling for the barricade. Dream follows up with a few clubbing blows before grabbing Jeff by his tangled, sweaty hair and smashing his skull off the barricade a few times, then rolls him into the ring. Dream pulls himself up onto the apron and, holding the top rope, slings over it to hit a leg drop before going for the cover.

Matt Striker: Dream with the first pin attempt of the match.

1...

...NO! Jeff Hardy gets a foot on the ropes!

Dream hardly seems surprised by the development. He pulls Hardy to a seated position and puts a knee in his back before grabbing one of his trapezius muscles in a clawhold and digging right in. Hardy cries out and grabs at the hand, but Dream uses his own free hand to slap the attempt at some form of defense away, then leans into the clawhold as he ramps up the pressure. Jeff starts to shake his head, then grabs Dream on either side of his head before pushing up to a vertical base quickly, then dropping Dream in a quick and improvised cutter! Dream's jaw smashes off Jeff's shoulder and he flops onto his back, clutching it, as Hardy holds the muscle Dream was just digging into and grimaces, trying to shake some feeling back into the limb while on his back.

Mauro Ranallo: Hardy very smartly escaped that clawhold with a little bit of veteran improvisation, but it's clear that Velveteen Dream's assault is having the desired effect as Jeff's arm seems to be numb.

Hardy gets to his feet slowly, then heads over to Dream, who is lying on his side and still holding his jaw. Hardy puts the boot to an exposed rib a few times before bending to pick Dream up, but as he does, the former European Champion thumbs him in the eye! Another cacaphonous boo from the crowd fires up as Velveteen Dream once again resorts to the dirty tricks, then rolls to one knee and takes a three-point stance as Hardy stumbles away. As soon as Hardy turns back around, Dream charges and leaps into the air, connecting with an almost picture-perfect dropkick that sends Hardy over the top rope and crashing to the floor below! The fans continue to boo as Dream kips up, clearly firing on all cylinders as he regains control of this match-up. Hardy, meanwhile, pulls himself to the barricade and continues trying to shake out the arm while rubbing his eye with the back of his free hand, the dirty offense having visibly started to take its toll on him.

Mauro Ranallo: Jeff Hardy seems half-blind thanks to the gouge from Velveteen Dream.

Dream slides out of the ring to pursue Hardy, walking straight over to where he is seated against the barricade and grabbing him by the hair with one hand while raising his other hand in a fist. Dream then starts striking Hardy directly on the forehead, blow after blow, the fans reeling and wincing along with Hardy after each strike connects. After something akin to fifteen such punches, Dream drags Hardy by the ankle to the ring step and places his foot on the steel. Velveteen then lines up the vulnerable joint with the heel of his boot and lifts, bringing it down hard in an exaggerated manner on Hardy's ankle. Jeff cries out in pain and grabs at the joint, but Dream shoves him back down and stomps on it again, and again, repeatedly and mercilessly grinding it into the unyielding steel stairs. Finally, Dream finishes with the brutal assault, grabbing Jeff by the hair and practically dragging him to ringside before pulling him to his feet, lifting him up and dropping him on the apron with a scoop slam! Hardy's back arches as he lands and he tries to roll off the ring to the floor, but Dream stops him and rolls him into the ring, then slides in and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

...NO!

Matt Striker: The resiliency of the Charismatic Enigma on full display here as he kicks out of what I thought was a surefire three-count.

Mauro Ranallo: No kidding, Striker. Velveteen Dream is hitting him with everything he's got and Hardy just refuses to stay down.

Dream shoves Hardy back onto his back and then presses his open palm to Hardy's face and starts straight up washing it, drawing some more harsh booing from the crowd and even a reprimand from the official. Dream gets to his feet and in the face of the referee after the official starts a five-count, giving him shit for being biased. The official shakes his head and politely informs Dream about the rules of fair play, but before he can get half a sentence out the former European Champion turns his back on the official and heads back to Hardy, then starts hauling him up and placing him in the DDT position. Hardy's body hangs mostly limp at Dream's side and the former champion grins as he showboats a little bit for the crowd, but that tiny window is all Jeff needs to slip free behind Dream and sweep the leg out from under him! Dream lands on his tailbone as Hardy hits the ropes and leaps clean over him, both hands on the back of Dream's head as he brings him forward in a sort of improvised, seated cutter. Dream's head bounces off the canvas and as soon as Hardy releases him he flails back onto his back, holding his forehead. Jeff's up in a flash and quickly runs the ropes, springboarding off of them into a moonsault as the adrenaline takes over. He hooks the leg.

Mauro Ranallo: Hardy has hit a second wind here and he's showing what makes him so dangerous in this ring!

1...

2...

...NO!

Right after the two count, Dream gets a shoulder up, but Hardy's already grabbing the arm and working it into an armlock when he does. Dream, stuck in the seated position, has limited means of battling out of the hold but he tries some wild swings at Hardy that all connect with little aside from empty air. Jeff then releases the arm to run the ropes in front of Dream, coming back to connect with two low boots to the face that send the former European Champion onto his back all over again before Jeff gets to his feet, grabs Dream's ankles, opens the legs and drops between them with a double leg drop to the stomach area! Dream thrashes as Hardy rolls backward and onto his feet, throwing himself back into the ropes and rebounding to dash across the ring and drop on top with a running senton! The fans are really hyped and cheering now as Jeff gets to his feet and grabs Dream by the hair, hauling him up before positioning him for the Twist of Fate! Jeff makes the finger-gun with one hand and puts the barrel in his mouth and just as he does, Dream shoves free and slaps him in the face! Jeff is momentarily stunned as the finger-gun is knocked loose and to the side and the fans gasp. Dream then kicks Hardy in the gut and grabs him in a pumphandle hold before lifting and dropping him with the slam! Hardy lands hard on his tailbone and arches his spine as he cries out, bracing his back with one hand. Dream waits as the Enigma rolls on his side, lining him up before soccer-kicking him directly where he just planted him with the pumphandle slam! The fans boo this as Dream drops to his knees, pulls Hardy onto his back and covers with a hand in Jeff's face.

1...

2...

...NO!

Matt Striker: At the last possible second, Jeff Hardy gets the shoulder up and this classic for the Prime Time Championship continues.

Mauro Ranallo: Both of these men fought hard to get here, one in the Survivor Series tag match and one in the Prime Time Tournament, and neither man wants to leave empty-handed.

Dream sits up beside the still-prone Hardy laughing in a confused sort of way, and shakes his head. He pushes up to his feet and starts prowling Hardy, occasionally stomping him in a methodical sort of way on the arm he targetted with the clawhold, or the spine where he connected with the soccer kick — places where he knows Jeff is vulnerable. It's clear that Dream is probing Hardy's weak spots, but he's also almost tormenting Jeff as he applies maximum pain to the spots that are already hurting. Hardy finally manages to roll toward the ropes and under them, using them to create some separation. Dream moves to stomp on him between the ropes but the official starts a count and he breaks off after three, stepping away from Hardy. "C'mon, Jeff, I thought you had more fight in you!" Dream teases, the fans booing him. Hardy seems out of it, his stare a thousand miles off, but he grabs the middle rope with a taped fist anyway and starts dragging himself to his own two feet on the apron. As soon as he is back on his two wobbly legs, Dream comes looking with a shoulder thrust between the ropes, but Hardy's veteran instinct kicks in and he flips over the top, rolling over Dream's back and pulling him down with a sitout sunset flip powerbomb, holding Dream there for the pin attempt! The fans count with the official:

1...

2...

...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia, I thought it was over!

From the look on Jeff's face as he blinks in disbelief and wipes the sweaty hair out of it, he did, too. Dream's not really moving as he stares at the roof, also blinking in disbelief. The fans are buzzing, not sure who will be the first to their feet and thus likely to have the advantage in the next showdown. It seems as though neither man is going to make it as the official gets ready to start a ten-count, but then Hardy grabs a rope and starts the slow process of regaining his vertical base and the roof is nearly blown off the building by the massive pop of the fans. Hardy gets there, but he's dazed, and he begins to move slowly toward a corner where he can better support himself while he shakes off the cobwebs. Meanwhile, Dream has started to find his feet as well, backed into a corner and using it to press up to his own vertical base. When he gets there, he spies a vulnerable Jeff Hardy and charges him, but then Jeff throws himself out of the corner, leaps into the air, lands on Dream's shoulders and hits a hurricanrana that sends Dream crashing into a seated position in the corner! The fans pop as Hardy rolls over and pushes up to his feet, summoning every last vestige of fight he has left in him as he dashes for the corner, swings up and comes back down with the Hardyac Arrest! Jeff rolls to the apron as Dream flops around in visible pain, clutching at his chest, perhaps a little too convincingly.

Matt Striker: The Charismatic Enigma is going for broke!

Indeed he is as Hardy hits the top rope and does his usual pre-Swanton theatrics, but as he makes the finger guns, Dream surges to his feet and kicks the top rope right below Hardy's right foot, causing him to slip and land on his tailbone on the turnbuckle! The fans immediately turn on the heat as Dream, knowing this is his golden opportunity, hops up onto the second turnbuckle, pulls Hardy into the clutch and hits the Dream DDT off the top! The former European Champion goes for the cover and the official falls in to count, but from the angle he's counting the referee doesn't notice as Dream puts both feet on the ropes for leverage!

Mauro Ranallo: Not like this!

1...

2...

...3!

DING DING DING!

Here is your winner, and the NEW
UWF Prime Time Champion:

VELVETEEN DREAM!



Mauro Ranallo: What a disgusting finish to a very competitive Prime Time Tournament Finale and now this entire thing has been tainted by the cheating of Velveteen Dream.

Matt Striker: As I said earlier, Mauro, Dream said he would do whatever it took to win tonight and now that he has, I'm sure he'll have no problem looking himself in the mirror tomorrow morning. The new gold might help with that.

Dream is quick to his feet as his music hits and the official lifts his hand in the air, the fans booing uproariously. Also quick to his feet is the Charismatic Enigma, and Jeff Hardy looks none too happy as he heads right for the new champion and shoves him onto his arse! The fans pop for this as the official intercedes, placing herself between Dream and the Charismatic Enigma. Hardy shakes his head and is audibly expressing his frustration at the blatant cheating Dream had been pulling off all match. Then, suddenly...

NO!

The Titantron flares to life as Drake Maverick appears, seeming none too pleased with what has just occurred. The fans are chanting "YES!", seemingly knowing this is going to be bad news for the Dream, who by now is standing at the foot of the ramp. Drake shakes his head, and narrows his eyes, before addressing the new Prime Time Champion.



DRAKE MAVERICK
You know, Mr. Clark, I would have thought after everything that happened with the European Championship and your recent moments of clarity that you would have turned over a new leaf and left your dirty tricks behind but clearly, as we have seen tonight, the only thing that matters to you is not the rules, or the prestige of the championship you're competing for, or the credibility of this company, but rather your own glory, fame, and success. You're selfish, and frankly, I've had it up to about here with selfish men. When I introduced the Prime Time Championship to the UWF, it was on the grounds that it would become one of the most sought-after and prestigious prizes in the sport today and already, as only its second-ever champion, you have tarnished that title by the very means you used to win it. But do you know what? That's unacceptable. Which is why tonight I am announcing that at Judgment Day, Mr. Clark, you will defend that championship against the man you just cheated to defeat... and to make sure you don't get up to any more dirty tactics, you will be competing under a stipulation you're very familiar with, because you will not have the benefit of the champion's advantage! Merry Christmas.

The fans pop at this announcement. Dream seems genuinely shocked and disgusted, and he heads back to the ring while calling for a microphone that is tossed in to him.

Velveteen wipes the sweat off his head and walks towards the hardcam and leans against the ropes on that side.

Velveteen Dream: Each and every day, the Dream busts his butt off to give each and everyone of you the Velveteen Dream Experience. The Dream puts his body on the line every single time and every match I deliver. The Velveteen Dream leaves you all wanting more after each performance and that's why I'm so great, even if Drake Maverick refuses to recognize my greatness. But the Dream heard Santa was in town giving presents to everyone, and the main question is: “Where's mine?” That makes no sense, the Dream has done a lot of good deeds recently. He hugged Billy Gunn and showed him respect, he made amends with Nigel McGuinness and he helped Scurll out of jail, so where's my present? Santa, this is a callout. Get out here and give me the present the Dream rightfully deserves.

There is then silence in the arena, almost awkwardly, and then a joyous voice echoes around the arena. Santa walks out from the back with a singular sack hung over his shoulder.

Santa Claus: “...Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Oh hello boy. I do understand you just had a grueling match, on the day of Christmas at that. Good lord was that a war. I already greeted the boy who faced you tonight in the back, and if I said I wasn’t looking for you, I’d be lying bo-.”

Velveteen Dream: Wait, wait, wait a minute. You gave that two-faced man known as Jeff Hardy a present before the Velveteen Dream? He doesn't even deserve one and if you're all knowing, you would know he is not a good person, he's a fake. The Dream demands you give me my present and take his back, cause rats don't deserve presents.

Santa then stops walking down the ramp and then looks directly down the ramp at Velveteen and tries to maintain his joyous demeanor.

Santa Claus: “Oh come on boy, you and I both know that I don’t judge people due to their personalities, not in gift order anyway. But if I were going to judge by personality, I surely wouldn’t choose you above Hardy. Oh no, oh no. God, if anything, I’d choose someone doing life sentence over you.”

Velveteen Dream: What's that supposed to mean? The Dream has done nothing wrong. Yeah, the Dream may have fought dirty a bit against, Hardy, but the Dream is a good person. I bring something unique upon the UWF universe and you put me below a person with a life sentence?

Santa then climbs up on the apron and then through the ropes to meet the Dream in the ring. He raises his microphone to his mouth and then swings down the sack of gifts down to the floor. Two remaining.

Santa Claus: “In here, I will give you your gift, seeing as you want it so much. But let me ask you this, Dream, is Christmas only about presents to you? Is it all materialistic to you? Not goodwill with family and friends, or even with these fans in the arena tonight? Seeing as you’re the self proclaimed creator of smiles, I’d expect different from you boy.”

Velveteen Dream: Christmas is commercialised anyways. It's all about consumerism these days, the spending time with family is a thing of the past and the future is about materials. So, get on with it, give the Dream his present.

Santa Claus: “So you don’t want it anymore? You don’t even try to act like we aren’t robots all gelled into this machine, as I’ve been around for a while, I’ve seen this devolution. If you want bitterness, if you want sadness, if you want to kill joy and merriness. Don’t change your ways. After all, believing is all you need to do, and you? Clearly not.”

Santa opens up the sack and pulls out a medium sized box, he hands it over to Dream without even looking into his eyes. Dream pulls the wrapping paper on the gift and then opens up the folds of the gift. Dream pulls the gift out and then drops the box dead on the floor.



The gift is a small square book, and it’s title reads “Learning to Be a Good Friend: A Guidebook for Kids.” Dream then huffs at the gift and raises his microphone once more to his mouth.

Velveteen Dream: You think you're funny, huh? This is all fun and games? The Dream just had a grueling match and you think this was a good idea to piss off the Velveteen Dream? You're not the real Santa, the real Santa would give me the proper respect I deserve, but since we're spreading holiday cheer, here's my present to you-

Velveteen then lays a boot into the chest of Santa, the fans immediately start booing the Dream, and he looks around at them all and their disdain for him. Dream then lays some boots into the back of Santa.

Marty Scurll then runs out from the back and slides straight into the ring, and then pushes back Velveteen to reason with him seemingly, but it isn’t too long before Santa is back up, resting on the ropes.

Both Velveteen and Scurll turns around and stares at Santa. Santa then runs at the two of them, but Scurll catches Santa’s arm and ties him into a Crossface Chicken Wing. Marty then yells for Velveteen to go up on the ropes and then Marty rolls Santa closer to the turnbuckle.

Velveteen dives off the top rope and connects down onto the mat onto the neck of Santa with the devastating Purple Rainmaker, seemingly knocking him out. Dream then yells at Scurll to unmask Santa, but Scurll hesitates and doesn’t do it.

Velveteen then does it himself, removing the Santa hat on the man, to reveal brown hair, then he removes the beard to shockingly reveal their partner, Nigel McGuinness out cold on the mat. Velveteen then demands the microphone from ringside once more and then spits down onto Nigel.

Velveteen Dream: REALLY?! REALLY?! *Dream shakes his head with anger* Nigel, the Dream expected better from you. Instead of taking off the mask when you had the chance, you instead try and attack your partner, Marty Scurll. You have drove his business into the ground, you put him into debt and he's close to calling bankruptcy because of you. You are more of a detriment to him than anything at this point. The Dream doesn't care about you bringing Christmas joy, but you making fun of me and proceeding to attack me, the Dream is sick of it-

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Please… calm down Dream. We’ve got time to think about th-.”

Velveteen Dream: The Dream thought about it ever since Survivor Series. He has screwed both of us over, Marty. He costed me my European championship and he's costing you your business! Not anymore; Nigel? YOOUUUUU’RE FIIIIIIIRRRRREED!

Marty then stumbles back in shock, speechless as he knows that he has as much power as Dream, and he knows that although that may be legally correct, right now, Dream has all the power. Dream then stomps on Nigel and then walks out, slowly Scurll follows, dropping down onto the apron, looking back with tears trickling down his face.



Velveteen then yells for him yelling down the ramp for him to follow him and then Nigel obliges and slowly trails down the ramp. Nigel then has a swarm of referees to help him up and out of the ring.

The camera cuts to Renee in the back, waiting for Nigel being aided out with the referees for potentially some final thoughts on what just happened out there.

Nigel McGuinness: “Renee… I’ve spent all night, all night trying to spread joy. Just for bitterness in the end. Just for me to be unemployed in the place of work I’ve been working for a good few months now. I have a family, my child, they will have a good Christmas. After that however, god I don’t know. I’m unemployed, and nobody wants an old dog. I’ll have to reevaluate my situation… greatly. Homelessness is a possibility.”

Nigel then sobs into his hand and then pauses and wipes his eyes from the potential chance of him not being able to feed his kid, or give them a home. He then looks up and slightly sours up his top lip.

Nigel McGuinness: “For you all at home, all in the audience. I have one message for you. Don’t take things for granted, they’ll all fade eventually and this is a perfect example of that. When you go home to your families, enjoy your time together. Through the years, we all will be together. If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest place. So have yourself a merry little Christmas, now…”

Nigel’s voice trails off and then walks away from Renee and then holds his head in his hands and audibly cries, walking off into the coldness. Alone. Unemployed. On Christmas.

-=END OF SHOW=-

Credits:
Gage v.s. Vinny - Wasabi
Punk v.s. Jimmy - Max
Omega & Gunn v.s. McIntyre & Joe - Dresden
Promos - Respective TTers
Everything Else - Crann

CONFIRMED FOR JUDGMENT DAY

UWF International Championship
Steel Cage Match
Kenny Omega v.s. Samoa Joe (c)

UWF European Championship
Drew McIntyre v.s. Billy Gunn (c)

UWF Prime Time Championship
Velveteen Dream has no Champion's Advantage
Jeff Hardy v.s. Velveteen Dream (c)

Rags to Riches Match
Vinny Marseglia v.s. Marty Scurll v.s. Scott Steiner v.s. Jonah Rock v.s. Bray Wyatt v.s. Low Ki

Intergender Tag Match
CM Punk and Becky Lynch v.s. Jimmy Uso and Naomi

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Merry Christmas all.

Overall was a great show, unfortunate for the no-shows. 

I enjoyed the matches & the promos leading up to Rags to Riches is awesome. Also I'm excited for my inter-gender match at Judgement Day against Jimmy. 

My favorite thing about this show so far is Kenny Omega. Awesome promo & a great match that was well written. 

Congrats to 
Dream on his championship win! Well done. 

[Gone]

Happy Holidays! Time for the final Resistance of 2018 and boi was it a good one. You know how I keep my reviews; short and sweet like my-

Let's get onto it shall we? 😌

Loved the Christmas stuff throughout the show, that's something Revolution will never have on us, the Christmas spirit. Poor Nigel getting fired, George making me feel bad by writing Nigel's goodbye promo.

Glad to see Bo Dallas is back, I Bolieve he's going to have a great 2019 if he sticks around! Also congrats Neon on the win, it could've gone either way between them tbh good match.

I hope yall enjoyed my match, it may have a different format to you guys, because it is my first match, so I was a bit confuzzle on how to do it, lol. 😅

Said to see Joe jobbing out like this, Rey no showing a lot is very upsetting, especially since he's the main champion of Resistance, let's hope he comes back before Gur the jobber takes the belt.

Speaking of Gur, good promo as always, I don't agree with MRF with Kenny being the best part of the show, because Kenny is essentially a glorified Jobber and when the Dream is on the show, he's always going to be the best part of Resistance /s.

Speaking of Dream... LET'S GO, BABY! Hella won against Fauche in another hard fought battle between us. How come it seems whenever I beat you it's through dirty tactics? Haha. Looking forward to part two at Judgement day.

Good show overall, but I feel a lack of support for these shows from our Resistance guys, let's get some comments on these shows, my dudes!

[Dres]

Glad that we’re still hearing from the, “Black Rose”. All this time passing without a reveal surely means we’re in for one heck of a payoff, I feel.

Disappointed that Ace wasn’t able to show up for our match this week but I harbor no ill will about it. These things happen and on the bright side, Vinny has another chance to show what an utter maniac he is.

I’ll lump all of the Santa stuff together and talk about it at once. When Semi approached me with the gist of what he was planning, I felt it had potential but it was much better than even I had anticipated. Made for great stuff throughout.

I don’t think I’ve welcomed Fetter back yet so welcome back, Fetter. Good to have another returning familiar face as it pertains to you the trash talker as well as Punk the character.

Great things elsewhere too. Good matches, good promos, and the Judgment Day card was wrapped up nicely. Looking forward to being in that Rags to Riches match.

Another solid episode, Crann and crew.