Post by crann on Feb 3, 2019 18:37:50 GMT -6
Moments pass as Resistance regular programming begins, Moments pass before the stream glitches...
As the glitch fades to an empty boiler room draped in a plastic sheet, The feed looks like it's recorded on what seems to be a cam corder. A few moments pass before two men in street clothing walk to center of frame. Havoc and Jester look dead into the camera as Jester looks to Havoc who begins to speak his mind.
HAVOC
Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls welcome to the Havoc Asylum. You fuckers better not double look, I will crush your larynx and smile as I do...
Havoc lifts up a knife in his hands, placing it into frame, as he begins to focus soley on it as he continues to speak.
There is nothing I will not do to win, Everyone who says they are in the wrestling business for the enjoyment the fleeting second they come into contact with a little Havoc they realise we are not much too different. The big difference is what I do is not what you call wrestling, It's a form of sports entertainment on it's own, I enjoy finding new ways to strip away at a mans sense of pride. I am the pinnacle of violence and any mother fucker who dares piss me off better be ready because what you have seen before I never had any slight hesitation to torture, I have no ill feelings against these men their luck just ran dry when they were pitted against me. Imagine some sorry fucker who pissed me off imagine the sheer enjoyment I will feel when I get to test their pain threshold as I think of new ways to harm and mangle every bone in their body...
So anyone on the roster who wants me to sign their death warrant I will be waiting next week, To introduce you to my playpen. Until than....
Jester moves off screen, After a few moments the camera is lifted as Havoc leans over a table with a man laid out on a table, The man has a replica UWF Title belt over his face covering his identity. Havoc looks down in pity at the guy.
Havoc lifts up the knife before spiking it down. A scream is heard as blood squirts all over the place as the blood trickles down the plastic covering the room, Havoc begins to carve something as the smile on Havoc's face widens, He lifts up the knife as the man begins to sob after the assault. The camera pans down revealing a "H" in the style of the "V For Vendetta".
See you later fuckers...
The stream ends abrubtly.
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: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 13th episode of Resistance LIVE from the Mississippi Coliseum in Jackson, Mississippi! I'm Mauro Ranallo and I'm joined tonight by my broadcast partner Matt Striker.
Matt Striker: That's right, Mauro, we're here in the City with Soul and we have a solid show planned for everyone as we'll look to showcase some of the best and brightest in professional wrestling today!
Mauro Ranallo: Among those best and brightest are none other than Matt Sydal and Jey Uso, who will do battle this week as Sydal looks to continue to prove himself as a force to be reckoned with here in the UWF.
Matt Striker: We'll also see Jeff Hardy return to tag action with a new — and hopefully more reliable — partner as he looks to even the odds against Villainous Dreams and his rival, Prime Time Champion Velveteen Dream.
Mauro Ranallo: It's not billed as the main event, but we'll have main event level action when European Champion Billy Gunn takes on the man who will enter at number 30 in this year's Royal Rumble, the Horror King Vinny Marseglia!
Matt Striker: And in the main event, the face of Resistance himself Kenny Omega will do battle against Scott Steiner, a man whose resume gets more impressive by the week.
Mauro Ranallo: We've got all that and more, but to get things started here, we've got a belated International Championship celebration!
Instead of being backstage, or getting ready for an upcoming match, the ring is set up with a pedestal, where there lies the beautiful UWF International Championship. It’s gorgeous plates reflects with beautiful light, with Michael Buffer standing in the ring.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring the UWF International Champion… “The Cleaner”, Kennyyyyyyyyyyyy Omeeeeeegaaaaaaaaa!
With Buffer’s iconic voice, Blue Stahli’s “Lake of Fire” hits the PA speaker like a shotgun, setting off the fans with cheers upon cheers! As the song goes on and hypes up, out comes Kenny Omega dressed in a smart casual outfit, donning once again a pair of sunglasses. This throws off some, but to Kenny, it’s a the final resemblance of his old life. With a confident and strong posture, he walks down the ramp with a smile.
He slaps some hands on the way out, chuckling at the love and soaking it on in before finding his way to the apron. Honestly, the people, they love him. They’ve accepted him and put their trust into him. With each step on the steel stairs, he remembers what brought him hear and smiles before entering the ring and walking past the mantel, before taking his finger gun from his jacket pocket, and slowly pointing it at the UWF Championship before yelling “BANG!” and letting off an invisible bullet, chuckling once more as he slowly retrieves the belt and puts it over his shoulder, as Michael Buffer gives him the microphone, and the fans clap in approval for their champion. He stands there for a solid 30 seconds, nodding his head, and seeming surprised by the support, before speaking his peace.
Kenny Omega: Yeah, heh, wow. That’s what this is all about guys. The love and appreciation… I told you all, I made it my goal too earn that, earn all of this, actually , for all of you. I remember coming back to this company with Resistance and asking myself “how the heck am I supposed to do this”? A crowd this smart doesn’t easily forget what I’ve done, and I understood that. I made it my goal to earn back everyone’s trust. Being a “bad guy” was passee, and honestly, I was looking to show what the power of change could do, and look where I’m at.
Omega spreads his arms a bit, taking a small twirl with a smirk before continuing.
Kenny Omega: I’m now on top of the world I vowed to change for the better. From exposing the fake heroes like Seth Rollins and Samoa Joe, to taking out the vile villains like Vinny Marseglia and countless others, I finally earned what The Silver Bullet never could; a world championship. It’s funny how paranoid some people would be about who I was at the end of all of this, and it’s clear that now, “The Cleaner” is here to stay. The guy who cleans up the filth and scum of this company? Is me. That’s what I strived to be, a role model, and a workhorse. I have offered anyone to step up to the plate to prove me wrong, and no one has been able to call bluff on me. I’ve had respectable matches with guys like Jeff Hardy, but at the end, win or lose, I always came out stronger than before, and I did it to represent all of you.
The fans eat this up and pop big for the last bit. Kenny nods his head in approval, but his smile has sadly gone feint, and the mood shifted. Kenny stood there, taking his index finger and thumb to remove his glasses and stare at them.
Kenny Omega: But… we all heard the news. Resistance is finished.
Solemn, is the crowd. There’s a hush around the arena, but Kenny breaks it with a low voice.
Kenny Omega: I have to thank Drake Maverick, Jeff Hardy, and hell, even Vinny Marseglia for being one of the many men to build this brand up into what it is today. From building some of the hottest talent like Drew McIntyre and the Velveteen Dream, to giving guys like me a chance to shine, this brand saved my career for the better. If it hadn’t been for this, I would’ve retired from wrestling altogether and get some normal job, but I didn’t. I might’ve won this UWF International Championship, but I will always regret not being able to represent this brand to the fullest… thank all of you for being apart of this. We love you, and when we do merge with Revolution, I’ll make it a point to take my title and defend it for months, hell, years to come as the greatest champion I can be for you all. Resistance will always be in my heart.
The fans get on their feet and clap for Omega, who uses his sleeve too wipe some feint tears from his eyes, showing his passion for everyone, before putting on the sunglasses, and raising the belt high over head. But all of a sudden, the mood turns absolutely sour..
The Thump bellows through the PA, instantly drawing the ire from every single fan in attendance. Those detestable words shine bright and pink up on the titantron.
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
Mauro Ranallo: I won’t acknowledge him as an imposter “Triple Champion”, but the UWF Champion Larry Sweeney has apparently decided to join us from Revolution - uninvited, no doubt.
Matt Striker: I’m not sure that a man like Larry Sweeney thinks he needs an invitation.
Larry walks out on to the stage, chomping obnoxiously on a piece of gum. He’s wearing a full suit and sunglasses inside. Absent are any of his three championships or stablemates. Despite this nakedness of sorts, the brash superstar doesn’t seem any less confident than usual. He’s grinning wide as ever as he stares down the ramp towards Omega. There’s a mic in his hand, but he tucks in his armpit so he can applaud the newly crowned UWF International Champion. This doesn’t endear him to the fans at all - they just keep booing. Eventually the music fades, but Larry stays on the stage to address The Cleaner.
Sweeney: Kenny! Baby! Long time no see! Ahahahaha! Wow! The UWF International Champion, huh? Looks like you’ve done pretty good for yourself. What can I say? I’m a helluva teacher. I always told ya to just shut up, listen to what I say and do as I do. I took ya to Wrestlemania as a champion before, and now by my example, you’ve finally won yourself some world class gold in a company that actually matters. Congrats little buddy. I’m proud of ya… I really, truly am.
Sweeney’s fake sincerity is as transparent as it is toxic, but he just smiles through it all while he speaks.
You’ll have to forgive me for not bringing any of my Championships tonight. I didn’t want to get them dirty, and Resistance has a reputation for bein’ a bit of a cesspool where all the scum gathers. Back on my show we’ve got principles and standards. Strict ones. But hey, you’ll know all about that soon enough, won’t ya? I hear they’re honouring just about every last contract and bringing the B-Show boys into the fold. Wouldn’ta been my first choice… still, charity usually makes for a good tax write-off, so what the hell?
A merger of course means there’s gonna be some layoffs, some fat-trimming, all the usual corporate scalping that comes with the territory, and that’s what brings me here tonight, Kenny.
Larry paces across the stage while he chats.
Revolution already has a world champion. Hell, I’ve actually consolidated quite a few different titles because there’s just no point in honouring second-bests, is there? Nobody gives a good God damn about a silver medal. It won’t be long until we’re working the same shows and let’s face facts - there’s no need for both of us to go around calling ourselves the best in the biz when only one of us can be. Actually, one of us already is.
You wanna call yourself The Cleaner? Be my guest. Before you and the fellas make the transition, why don’t you collect the Prime Time and European straps and throw ‘em in the trash where they belong, just like a good janitor would. But bring that one you’ve got. The UWF International Championship. That one’s got value. That one’s got prestige. That one’s got a… what do they call it up in French-Canada? A certain “Je ne sais quoi”. I’d like to add it to the collection, if only to further cement my claim to being the single greatest champion the UWF has ever seen in its many, many years.
I’ve been starved in want of a legitimate contender. You’re not much, but you’re the best they’ve got to offer, so it’ll suffice. All these screaming maniacs might have you convinced that you’re the hottest slice o’ pie at the diner, but I wouldn’t let that get to your head. Against Ol’ Uncle Larry, a guy like you just doesn’t stand a chance.
His smile twitches a fit, threatening to fade entirely.
You and I might no be in business together anymore, but how about one more piece of advice, huh? This one’s on the house. Let’s call it… a lesson in humility. Ahaha. Yeah! That’s it. A lesson in humility. Here’s lookin’ at you kid… stay humble, would ya?
One that cue, Kyle O’Reilly slides into the ring from the commentary side. The fans gasp, shocked by his suddenness, but Kenny notices him just in the knick of time and catches him with a V-Trigger on approach. The Diabetic Dragon goes down hard, but he’s served to distract the Cleaner long enough. He turns again just as Edge comes into the ring and nails him with a Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God! No! It’s an ambush! It’s an invasion! Kenny Omega has been blindsided by Sweet n’ Sour Incorporated!
Matt Striker: Somebody get security out here now!
Omega clutches his midsection after the impact. Edge rolls over, a sadistic grin on his face. The fans boo the heck out of him as he picks up Kenny and Christian comes out of nowhere to join them in the ring. Edge hands off Omega to Christian, who hooks his arms, rotates him him and the nails a Killswitch, driving him face-first into the canvas. The International Champ is left lying while E&C help Kyle up and Sweeney finally starts his walk down to the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: This is downright heinous behaviour, but you can expect nothing less from this… this Unholy Alliance that is the new Sweet n’ Sour Inc. Kenny Omega and Larry Sweeney were business partners. I don’t know if a snake like Sweeney can even have friends, but I would wager good money that Kenny Omega was as close as he ever got to having one and he’s throwing it away - he’s spitting on that history because he is greedy for even more glory.
Matt Striker: There have been talks of a championship unification match between these two brewing behind the scenes, but the reality of what that might look like just sank in. The truth is that Larry Sweeney’s title reign is protected by a bullet-proof vest called Sweet n’ Sour that just keeps getting reinforced. This is a numbers game, and Kenny Omega, for all his incredible talent, is lacking in that.
Larry Sweeney reaches the squared circle, takes his time climbing the steps and then struts over to join his associates standing over the downed Omega. The Triple Champ ignores his future opponent entirely, stepping over him to pose and soak up the spot light, which, of course, garners the unadulterated hatred from the UWF Universe. Sweet n’ Sour Inc join raised hands to stand triumphant the scene moves along, the fallen champion at their feet.
The scene opens up on the Apartment of the World Warriors.
Grado:”Oi, Ki-I Mean Kaval. What you think about getting a guaranteed Primetime Title Shot?”
Kaval:”Well I think that from my past experiences and the fact I am a new man in swim trunks maybe I might get a title, but if I don’t oh well, no big deal, just gotta dust myself off and kick.”
The Proletariat Boar:”You care about Kicking things more than you care about me! Hell you made me watch a pineapple all last week leading to me not training for my match with Sydal leading to me losing!”
Kaval:”Oh it’s ok we will go get ice cream later.”
Grado:”YAY! ICE CREAM!”
The Proletariat Boar:” Aw yea, Ice Creme!”
The trio then begin to leave the apartment Grado grabs the mail, as they walk down the stairs the conversation continues.
The Proletariat Boar:”So boss when exactly are you thinking about having your match?”
Kaval:”Oh you know whenever. Now,tomorrow,next week,five years, you know whenever.”
Grado:”Oi, boss I was lookin through the mail and Spud-er Drake sent you something. Should Ay open it?”
Kaval nods
Grado:”BOSS! Good news you’re in the Royal bloody Rumble!”
The Proletariat Boar:”AY! Even more of a reason for ice cream! What you think about being in the royal motherfucking rumble, boss?”
Kaval:”Thats cool, I should send Drake a thank you note. We can pick those up on at the office store, I needed to stop there anyway.”
The Proletariat Boar:”You needed go stop there anyway? Why?”
Kaval:”Welp boys I have been thinking, the World Warriors need to expand, and by that we need to laminate some invitations and hand those out. So while today we can eat our ice cream, we have some work to do the next few weeks.”
With that Grado and The Boar shrug and get in the car, as Kaval holds the door open for Grado before getting in and the car heads out as the camera moves on to something else.
The titantron switches from the UWF Resistance graphic to a feed from backstage.
EARLIER TONIGHT
Juice Robinson is seen walking in through the private entrance in the backstage area. He has his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a half-finished smoothie in one hand. There's no backstage interviewer there to greet him, but never shy in front of a camera, Juice just starts talking to it as he walks towards the locker room.
Robinson: This is it, huh? Night one baby! Wooo. Yeah, there's an energy. You feel it? Camera man? Do ya? Yeah, you feel it. I can see it all around you, dude. Vibrant freakin' aura. Everyone's got one tonight. I hate to take all the credit... but god damn, it's not every day that it's Juice Robinson's first day, right?
He smirks. It's coy. And adorable.
Nah, I'm just messing with ya. Kinda. Like... it's not nothing, though. How many weeks, or even months now, have you guys had to watch Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll rund around Resistance like a couple of assholes who think they run the place? What a bummer. Honest to God, the only reason they've gotten away with it is cause nobody has been paying attention to them. For real. Who besides Jeff Hardy even tried to shut these guys up? You make a list of top talent on this show, and they've all got bigger fish to fry. Omega, Joe, Gunn, the Rob Zombie-lookin' dude... Jeff was the guy who turned down a sure-fire world title match to come and show these jackass young boys what's what. Did it go according to plan? I dunno. No, I guess not. But the plan's evolving man. It's in flux. A constant state of evolving motion. Morphing from Plan A to Plan B. That's where I come in.
Juice winks at the camera. He oozes affability.
"Who's Juice Robinson" the guy sitting next to you just googled. Save the data - I'll tell ya. I'm the kid who realized I was never gonna make it unless I shaped up and shipped out and figured out a different road to the top. The road less traveled. The hard way. I lived in a dojo for a year and got my ass kicked by guys whose names you can't pronounce until I got tough enough to kick some asses myself. And once I got good enough at that, people started to notice. I'm not just talkin' the chicks in Roppongi - I mean promoters all over the world. I've been getting calls and emails non-stop for a minute now. They say timing's everything. One contract expires, one call comes in just in time, and next thing ya know, I've got a fatter bank account, a one way plane ticket to Resistance, a new best pal and two brand spankin' new butts to kick. Everything's coming up Juice.
Now these guys we're fighting - I hardly know 'em, but I can already tell that I don't like them. I know I'm a little liberal with good taste as far as fashion sense goes, but hell, it works for me. I'm doing my thing. I'm not playing Halloween dress up like these two nerds, anyway. Well... maybe sometimes I am... but at least I don't take myself too seriously. That's just the thing. That's what really grinds my gears here. These jerkoffs thing they're the real deal. I can handle a cheater who knows they're a cheater. I can handle a coward who knows they're a coward, or a clown that knows they're a clown, or fake-ass wrestler who knows they're a fake-ass wrestler. Marty and Velvsey, they're delusional. They think they're something they're not. But that's a quick fix.
Juice reaches the locker room door, notices the taped-up paper sign says "DRESSING ROOM" instead of "LOCKER ROOM", takes said side, rips it up and throws the pieces into the air, and then turns to the camera one last time.
Ya know, there's a saying in Japan, it's this old traditional adage and when translated into English, it basically says " Juice Robinson is gonna dust these scrubs and look damn good doing it." You don't hear it so much in the cities, more in the little fishing villages, but I think it still holds true, even to this day. So let's just see if there's something to it, shall we?
With that, he heads in to get into his gear. Resistance continues elsewhere.
As we return, both Matt Sydal and Jey Uso are standing in the middle of the ring, and the ref rings the bell to start this off!
DING! DING! DING!
The two try for a lock up, and Jey quickly gets the better exchange as he’s bigger, holding in a headlock. Sydal struggles but pushes him into the ropes, only to get planted down with a shoulder block, leaving Jey to quickly yell “UCE-!” for the crowd to yell “OH!”, before he runs the ropes. Using his impressive agility, Sydal springs to his feet with a kip up and quickly puts Jey down with a hurricanrana that has him up and whirling about in confusion!
Matt Striker: Woah! Wasting no time to show off his skill!
Uso gets his footing but is put into the corner by Sydal with a quick chest kick that takes the wind out of him. He tries holding his chest, but Matt throws his hand over the top rope and kicks him again in the chest with a thunderous impact. He hits one more that almost takes Jey off of his feet, but it’s a leaping twist kick that puts him down! The fans are behind Matt and he shows his passion by pumping himself up. He runs at the opposite ropes and comes back with a big dropkick into a downed Jey! He covers him up quickly for a pin.
...1!
...2-Kickout!
Jey easily kicks out and tries shaking the cobwebs out, leaving Jey to stand up and creep on him like a vulture. Jey gets up and eats a leg kick that leaves him hoping for a bit before Sydal brings him against the ropes with a chest kick again. He runs the ropes and comes back for Uso, but he’s stunned still with a short elbow. They’re still at ropes, so Jey takes his arm and drags him over the top rope, but Sydal holds on to the rope and stands on the apron. Jey sees this and goes for a strike, but the craft Sydal ducks it and takes his foot up to slackjaw the Samoan with a kick backing him up!
Mauro Ranallo: What a kick! Sydal’s been dominating so far!
With Jey in the middle of the ring, Sydal hops on the top rope, bouncing off of it for some move, but he’s caught with Jey hitting a throat thrust that has Sydal holding onto his throat and coughing hard!
Matt Striker: Don’t speak too soon! Ouch!
Jey isn’t done as he turns him around and picks him up in his arms and slams him down with a body slam, as he runs the ropes and comes down with a headbutt too Jimmy. He tries for a quick cover now.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Sydal kicks out, and Jey is on the attack with some stomps that keep him grounded. Jey wipes his mouth with his hand and sees a drip of blood, which only frustrates him as he picks up Matt for a hard chop to the chest. Matt winces but replies with a quick elbow to make some distance before trying with a gut kick that’s caught! He’s left hobbling on one leg and is flipped up, but he manages to kick Jey in the head with an enziguri that leaves Jey stunned. He gets up and finishes it with a standing roundhouse kick to take him down, before turning himself back to Jimmy, and leaping up for a standing moonsault, only for Jimmy to get his knees up! Sydal crashes, and both men are kneeling holding their injuries in pain. The crowd clap for the two, and shortly enough they both stand up and try for strikes at one another. Forearm after forearm they go, each one receiving more and more praise, but it’s Jey that switches it up with quick chop!
Mauro Ranallo: Back and forth this match goes! It’s hard to pick a favorite!
With the chop, Sydal stands for a bit wincing trying to catch his breath as Jey does, but Matt stops the break with a quick jumping knee! Jey is about to fall but Sydal runs to the ropes and tries for something, but the Samoan suddenly pops out a superkick to the face, leaving Sydal to flip himself onto his face! The crowd go nuts, and Jey picks him up and slams him down for a Samoan Drop! He calls for the finish, but sits for a moment to regain his composure. Sydal is going no where for the forseeable future, and Jey begins to climb before reaching the top before the tron suddenly blares through the PA speaker! It’s CM Punk and Becky Lynch attacking Jimmy Uso and Naomi! They’re taking the boots to them, with CM Punk hazing Jey in the process! EMTs and refs are trying to break it up, but it’s no use. Jey’s about to get down, when suddenly Matt pops up to the top rope, takes him in his arms, and flips him up and down with a Spanish Fly!
Mauro Ranallo: What a dirty sneak attack from Punk and Lynch while Sydal got the distraction!
Jey is now the one in perail, but he wastes no time rolling under the apron to climb the top rope, and come crashing down with an impactful Air Sydal Shooting Star Press! Getting the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Michael Buffer: Here is your winner, Matt Sydal!!!
Matt celebrates his victory, throwing up his peace signs before rolling out of the ring, done for the night. Jey slowly recovers, but is quick to rush out of the ring and head up the ramp to figure this out, as Resistance continues.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic a live feed from backstage. The scene is in the locker room, where Jeff Hardy is starting to apply his War Paint. He speaks over his shoulder to the camera while he does so.
Hardy: When you think about the direction a life takes, some people like to picture a river. It's always moving forward, steady on in a single direction, the water headed toward it's end destination no matter what. Some other folks might argue that it's possible for the river to run into something like... say a mountain, or any kind of obstacle, and from there it splits and divides into any number of possible different routes, and life if like a vessel on that water that needs to choose one or just get carried off in whichever way the current decides is best. And then it could also be argued that it's not a river at all, but an ocean with ebb and flow and storm and calm, and an infinite number of possible ways to go next, and circumstance might fight you, but you can still move ahead wherever you choose.
He finishes the white base layer, and moves on to colouring highlight lines.
I don't know about destiny or fate, man. I think a person makes their own decisions. Energies and circumstances rebound off each other all over existence no, we don't get to choose what kinda things we encounter in life, but we do get to decide how to react. I'm always talking about gravity, and that's no different. It pulls everyone down, but you'd be amazed at what you can do with yourself in a free-fall. That's choice.
A while back, I chose to pass on another chance of becoming a world champion because I believed there way different path I needed to walk down, and because I believed that Resistance needed something else from an old, busted up veteran like me. I think the UWF and the young talent here has all the potential in the world be truly remarkable. I think that some of them have lost their way, and that the whole company is worse off for it. And these... these contrasting ideas about what to do about all of that are kinda orbiting around the UWF Prime Time Championship, like it's the Sun and we're all spinning around, getting tugged towards the epicenter of it all. There's that gravity, again.
He continues to change up the colours, adding new details and shades here and there while he speaks.
I've been trying to win that title and I've come up short. Velveteen Dream says he's earned it, I say otherwise. I say he just has it. Marty Scrull's gotten himself involved. You've all been watching. You know what it is. I thought I found some help last week and I was wrong, and it cost me. But a loss doesn't mean much if you can't learn from it, and learn I did. I finally came to my sense and accepted this isn't a fight I can win by myself. Honestly, most of best work in this career has been done with a teammate, whether it as my brother or someone else. I've found myself a new one. He's a kindred spirit as much as he is my polar opposite, and damn, that's kinda beautiful in it's own way. Yin and Yang, man. Compliment and contrast.
You heard the news already. Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson are the UWF's newest tag team. I know the division's coming back and there'll be titles to win, but that's the distant future. I'm only thinking about tonight. Kaval might be next up for the Prime Time title, and man, I wish him the best. All power to him - he's earned it. I had my shot and I missed, but there's a pretty big asterisk next to that result... like a black mark on the historical record. A bruise, and one I'm not gonna forget. I might have to leave some bruises on Dream and Scurll so they don't forget, either.
This might be the end of our feud. I don't know. I really don't. All I know is that for the first time, it's an even playing field, and I've got the hottest new prospect in the game in my corner. I'm looking forward to seeing how it plays out. I've got a good feeling about it.
Jeff finishes up his paint job and turns to show it off to the camera before leaving for his match. Resistance continues elsewhere.
As the camera pans away from the events inside the arena, the scene it cuts to is the confines of an aged and dark house as Vinny stands distant from the camera, his axe in one hand and a red balloon in the other.
Vinny Marseglia: Things are changing in the landscape of the UWF. Men that are here one moment, for whatever reason, are then gone the next. Men that have never been here before, or have been on a sabbatical that they or management imposed, are here. Alliances are breaking apart, while others are forming at the exact same time. And the Resistance brand is in its dying days, but a tag division will soon be birthed.
But there’s one thing that isn’t going to change, and that’s the stranglehold that I have on my kingdom. I have the collective conscience right where I want it, and will forever be poised to keep it in disarray. Disarray caused by damages that will never be allowed to be repaired because for every wound you suture, for every bruise you let heal, for every disparaging thought or negative emotion you think you have at bay: I’m going to ruin that.
I will reopen the wounds and worsen them. I will leave the bruises deeper and in higher quantity. I will ensure that no unpleasant thought or emotion can be repressed. And with all of this, your individual lives will be like what’s happening on a larger scale with the company, where a departure sees an implementation and a dissolution sees a creation when everything you have going for you because of something you did comes completely apart because of something I did.
Vinny points ahead with his axe.
At the Royal Rumble and even as near in the future as next week’s Resistance, those I’m set to victimize don’t have a name or a face to them yet, but tonight I know exactly who I get to terrorize and that’s the European Champion Billy Gunn. Billy considers himself a measuring stick, something that others should aspire to be like. Well, Billy, it’s time to take who you think you are and peel every layer of that away until who you really are is exposed, and then keep peeling.
Get ready for an overwhelming discontent your body can’t process, a storm you’ve never weathered and can’t endure. When you step through that curtain tonight, a horror awaits you that holding the European Championship can’t bring you the faintest solace through. Make no mistake, the idea entertains me but I’m not just entertaining the idea. You don’t have to entertain inevitability, it’s going to pass regardless of how you cope with its approach, arrival, or the aftermath.
And with this, you’re going to cope poorly. The reign of the, “Horror King” continues.
As things fade to black, Resistance heads elsewhere.
The camera goes backstage, following none other than “The Villain” Marty Scurll walking around in the backstage area with his briefcase in hand. He takes a quick look left and right and then stops.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “DREEEEEEAM! Where the fuck is he? You’d think he’d be around when you want to talk to him, being business partners and all. PAAAA-”
Velveteen then pops out of practically nowhere and pats Marty on his shoulder. Marty then seems to lose a elephant’s weight of stress and sighs.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Thank god I found you Dream, I’ve been looking all over for you. We need to talk some plans, this match, will surely assert our dominance and make sure we’re high up in the runnings for the brand new UWF Tag Team Championships.”
The two of them begin to walk down the hallway and several people pass them by, looking at the polarising figures walk by.
Velveteen Dream: “Do you even know where we’re going Marty? I mean if you couldn’t even find me back here, the Dream doubts you’ll find anywhere secret.”
Marty ignores Dream’s remark and keeps on walking down the hall, mainly eyeing up his golden opportunity hidden away in the briefcase. Marty takes a left, and busts into a room. He scouts it out and nobody is about, he then unfolds a chair resting on the ground and sits down on it.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Pretty sure nobody is overhearing us here. I kinda scouted out this bit while I was looking for you, every time I’ve came back nobody has been here, so I think we’re good.”
Velveteen Dream: “The Dream believes you wanted to discuss tonight? C’mon Marty we don’t even need to even think of tactics, these complete morons don’t even know what their names are half of the week.”
Marty covers his mouth chuckling at what Dream just said, he then pulls out his phone from his pocket and begins to scroll across it. He pops up a picture of Juice Robinson and points it Velveteen’s way so he can read it.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “I know! Look at this numpty! I didn’t know he was a liquid from fruit… I mean people say that’s unhealthy in high amounts or something don’t they? Kinda irrelevant, but who does he fucking think he is. Some indy fuck from the streets just waddles in here like we all know his numpty backside. Pathetic. He ain’t nothing more than some indy nobody and we’ll go and prove that once more tonight. We know how to get the job done on guys like that, accompanied by Hardy who I KNOW I can beat.”
Velveteen Dream: “Proved that with your win last week, that is very correct. The Dream as well have beaten him on several times, and we? We’ve got it in the bag if you ask the Dream.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “And with my briefcase, we’re going only one place, and that’s straight to the top.”
Velveteen Dream: This is just the beginning, Marty. First that briefcase and these low tier championships are just the stepping stone to taking over this company, whether it's Resistance or Revolution, the Villainous Dreams will be the most dominant team in the UWF, and speaking of teams, we gotta win those tag titles to add to our accolades. Look, tonight is just another notch on our belts when we send that indy punk back to Japan and maybe, just maybe, Jeff will finally get off the Dream's case. Let's show J&J the Villainous Dreams Experience. The Dream needs to get ready for our match, just remember: 2019 is our year and with that briefcase we will take over this company.
The Dream pats Marty on the shoulder before heading off to prep for their tag match later on in the night. Marty turns around to walk out the door also, swinging his arm for the briefcase that was once there but now isn’t! Marty looks around in freight.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Who the fuck just nabbed my briefcase?!”
The feed cuts to a shot of a plane taking off as the camera pans down to the front of an airport, A sign reading "Jacksonville Airport Arrivals" is in the shot, The camera continues to pan down revealing two men walking out of the airport. Both men having sunburns all along their arms and face, Leyton has his signature sunglasses as he removes them it reveals patches around his eyes still white...
Leyton Buzzard:
Finally here in Jackson Missisipi, Weather is a lot nicer than I thought ain't that right Kieran...
Kieran removes his glasses, He has a confused look on his face as he doesn't see the usual welcome sign.
Kieran Kelly:
Where is the uber I ordered to the Jackson airport...
Rate them one star, How aweful we are going to need to order another one. Maverick said that I should go straight to the show...
He is probably giving you a chance to beat up Samoa Joe, He is probably still dominating as champion...
Yeah I see I am the only one who could beat him. Just like I beat Vampiro in the mind games....
Leyton reaches into his pockets to look for his phone...
Kieran did you have my phone?
No?!
Get your phone Kieran.
Kieran begins feeling around for his phone after a few moments of fruitless attempt to find it..
It's not on me...
Oh, Umm... I am sure someone will be able to give a lift to the Mississippi Coliseum.
Both men walk off camera looking for people to ask for a lift...
The camera cuts back to a graphic reading "Leyton/Kieran return next week.."
Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! 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.
Bruce 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.
Bruce Buffer: And introducing his partner...
The crowd turns to entrance ramp just as the music hits - a bombastic brass explosion rattles the PA while the titanton flashes to life.
Juice Robinson walk down the ramp, an amazing smile on his face as he takes in the UWF Universe for the first time. An enthusiastic "Juice" chant echoes around the building as the UWF's latest recruit makes his way into the squared circle. He and Jeff shake hands, garnering another roar of cheers from the people before Robinson climbs one of the turnbuckles to pose.
Bruce Buffer: Introducing their opponents...
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is given towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stands on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
Bruce Buffer: And his partner...
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 is your Prime Time champion, "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 backward, 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!
Both teams stand at their respective corners and it's decided that Dream and (after a lot of begging) Juice are going to start this, they circle the ring, looking for an opening at each other's defense and after a few moments where they can't find it they meet in the middle of the ring with a lockup, the slightly bigger Dream gains the upper hand with a headlock and starts to get a bit cocky, loosening his grip a little and smiling but that gives Juice what he needed as he starts elbowing Dream's ut and as his grip starts to loosen even more Juice postures right up and locks in a headlock of his own! the crowd cheers and Juice is all smiling but he knows better than to lose focus, he tightens his grip around Dream and holds onto it for a couple of moments but Dream manages to take a solid base on the ground and push Juice away from him! Juice runs and rebounds off the ropes just to get kicked in the back by Marty! Juice grabs his back and twitches in pain while Marty laughs, Juice turns to him so he could return the favor but before he could do anything Dream goes under Juice's arm and postures up to spike Juice right onto his back with the belly to back suplex!
Matt Striker: Say what you will about Villainous Dreams' tactics but they seem to work.
The dream doesn't give Juice a second to recover as he picks him and whips him right into his own corner where he tags Marty in then holds Juice in a front facelock while Marty climbs onto the top rope and leaps off with a double axe handle to Juice's back! Marty again laughs while Juice falls down to his knees, Marty quickly gets back to the offensive and kicks Juice in the chest but the newcomer is having none of that, simply brushing the kick off and standing up, just to ask Marty to hit him again! Marty doesn't even flinch and gives Juice a very nice knife edge chop, Juice just looks at his chest, then at Marty and asks him for another one, Marty obliges and delivers another ear-wrecking chop to the chest, Juice this time flinches from the attack but still doesn't seem very hurt, he decided that it's his time to chop now, he rubs his hands together and with his right hand DESTROYS Marty's chest and the crowd's ears with a sickening chop, Marty drops down clutching his chest and Juice just smiles to the hard cam.
Mauro Ranallo: Juice Robinson just chopped Scurll's nipple out of his chest!!
Matt Striker: Is that even possible?
Mauro Ranallo: I'm not sure but with this being only the first chop of the night I think we're going to find out.
Marty is still down, clutching his chest and takes advantage by running to the ropes and coming back with a huge senton! he immediately hooks both of Scurll's legs in a pin
1....
NO!
Dream kicks Juice in the back to break up the pin and continues to stomp him relentlessly but before he can inflict any significant damage Jeff springboards into the ring and chases Dream out of it! Jeff tells Juice that it's time to tag out and returns to his corner, Juice agrees and starts to crawl to the corner but just before he could tag out, Marty grabs his foot and pulls him back to the middle of the ring! he then drops a series of elbows right into Juice's back to a chorus of boos, he doesn't care, he picks up Juice and starts uppercutting him and slowly driving him into his corner where he tags Dream who picks up Juice in a bearhug while Marty runs to the opposite ropes and returns with a huge Lariat!
Matt Striker: That's the signature move of a former very decorated tag team, The Hart Foundatain, could a similar fate be in stores for the Villainous Dreams?
Dream and Marty share a chuckle as Dream also starts taunting the booing crowd, this gives time for Juice to recover and when Dream finishes trash talking the fans and returns to Juice he's met with a roll up!
1....
As the glitch fades to an empty boiler room draped in a plastic sheet, The feed looks like it's recorded on what seems to be a cam corder. A few moments pass before two men in street clothing walk to center of frame. Havoc and Jester look dead into the camera as Jester looks to Havoc who begins to speak his mind.
HAVOC
Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls welcome to the Havoc Asylum. You fuckers better not double look, I will crush your larynx and smile as I do...
Havoc lifts up a knife in his hands, placing it into frame, as he begins to focus soley on it as he continues to speak.
There is nothing I will not do to win, Everyone who says they are in the wrestling business for the enjoyment the fleeting second they come into contact with a little Havoc they realise we are not much too different. The big difference is what I do is not what you call wrestling, It's a form of sports entertainment on it's own, I enjoy finding new ways to strip away at a mans sense of pride. I am the pinnacle of violence and any mother fucker who dares piss me off better be ready because what you have seen before I never had any slight hesitation to torture, I have no ill feelings against these men their luck just ran dry when they were pitted against me. Imagine some sorry fucker who pissed me off imagine the sheer enjoyment I will feel when I get to test their pain threshold as I think of new ways to harm and mangle every bone in their body...
So anyone on the roster who wants me to sign their death warrant I will be waiting next week, To introduce you to my playpen. Until than....
Jester moves off screen, After a few moments the camera is lifted as Havoc leans over a table with a man laid out on a table, The man has a replica UWF Title belt over his face covering his identity. Havoc looks down in pity at the guy.
Havoc lifts up the knife before spiking it down. A scream is heard as blood squirts all over the place as the blood trickles down the plastic covering the room, Havoc begins to carve something as the smile on Havoc's face widens, He lifts up the knife as the man begins to sob after the assault. The camera pans down revealing a "H" in the style of the "V For Vendetta".
See you later fuckers...
The stream ends abrubtly.
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: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 13th episode of Resistance LIVE from the Mississippi Coliseum in Jackson, Mississippi! I'm Mauro Ranallo and I'm joined tonight by my broadcast partner Matt Striker.
Matt Striker: That's right, Mauro, we're here in the City with Soul and we have a solid show planned for everyone as we'll look to showcase some of the best and brightest in professional wrestling today!
Mauro Ranallo: Among those best and brightest are none other than Matt Sydal and Jey Uso, who will do battle this week as Sydal looks to continue to prove himself as a force to be reckoned with here in the UWF.
Matt Striker: We'll also see Jeff Hardy return to tag action with a new — and hopefully more reliable — partner as he looks to even the odds against Villainous Dreams and his rival, Prime Time Champion Velveteen Dream.
Mauro Ranallo: It's not billed as the main event, but we'll have main event level action when European Champion Billy Gunn takes on the man who will enter at number 30 in this year's Royal Rumble, the Horror King Vinny Marseglia!
Matt Striker: And in the main event, the face of Resistance himself Kenny Omega will do battle against Scott Steiner, a man whose resume gets more impressive by the week.
Mauro Ranallo: We've got all that and more, but to get things started here, we've got a belated International Championship celebration!
Instead of being backstage, or getting ready for an upcoming match, the ring is set up with a pedestal, where there lies the beautiful UWF International Championship. It’s gorgeous plates reflects with beautiful light, with Michael Buffer standing in the ring.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring the UWF International Champion… “The Cleaner”, Kennyyyyyyyyyyyy Omeeeeeegaaaaaaaaa!
With Buffer’s iconic voice, Blue Stahli’s “Lake of Fire” hits the PA speaker like a shotgun, setting off the fans with cheers upon cheers! As the song goes on and hypes up, out comes Kenny Omega dressed in a smart casual outfit, donning once again a pair of sunglasses. This throws off some, but to Kenny, it’s a the final resemblance of his old life. With a confident and strong posture, he walks down the ramp with a smile.
He slaps some hands on the way out, chuckling at the love and soaking it on in before finding his way to the apron. Honestly, the people, they love him. They’ve accepted him and put their trust into him. With each step on the steel stairs, he remembers what brought him hear and smiles before entering the ring and walking past the mantel, before taking his finger gun from his jacket pocket, and slowly pointing it at the UWF Championship before yelling “BANG!” and letting off an invisible bullet, chuckling once more as he slowly retrieves the belt and puts it over his shoulder, as Michael Buffer gives him the microphone, and the fans clap in approval for their champion. He stands there for a solid 30 seconds, nodding his head, and seeming surprised by the support, before speaking his peace.
Kenny Omega: Yeah, heh, wow. That’s what this is all about guys. The love and appreciation… I told you all, I made it my goal too earn that, earn all of this, actually , for all of you. I remember coming back to this company with Resistance and asking myself “how the heck am I supposed to do this”? A crowd this smart doesn’t easily forget what I’ve done, and I understood that. I made it my goal to earn back everyone’s trust. Being a “bad guy” was passee, and honestly, I was looking to show what the power of change could do, and look where I’m at.
Omega spreads his arms a bit, taking a small twirl with a smirk before continuing.
Kenny Omega: I’m now on top of the world I vowed to change for the better. From exposing the fake heroes like Seth Rollins and Samoa Joe, to taking out the vile villains like Vinny Marseglia and countless others, I finally earned what The Silver Bullet never could; a world championship. It’s funny how paranoid some people would be about who I was at the end of all of this, and it’s clear that now, “The Cleaner” is here to stay. The guy who cleans up the filth and scum of this company? Is me. That’s what I strived to be, a role model, and a workhorse. I have offered anyone to step up to the plate to prove me wrong, and no one has been able to call bluff on me. I’ve had respectable matches with guys like Jeff Hardy, but at the end, win or lose, I always came out stronger than before, and I did it to represent all of you.
The fans eat this up and pop big for the last bit. Kenny nods his head in approval, but his smile has sadly gone feint, and the mood shifted. Kenny stood there, taking his index finger and thumb to remove his glasses and stare at them.
Kenny Omega: But… we all heard the news. Resistance is finished.
Solemn, is the crowd. There’s a hush around the arena, but Kenny breaks it with a low voice.
Kenny Omega: I have to thank Drake Maverick, Jeff Hardy, and hell, even Vinny Marseglia for being one of the many men to build this brand up into what it is today. From building some of the hottest talent like Drew McIntyre and the Velveteen Dream, to giving guys like me a chance to shine, this brand saved my career for the better. If it hadn’t been for this, I would’ve retired from wrestling altogether and get some normal job, but I didn’t. I might’ve won this UWF International Championship, but I will always regret not being able to represent this brand to the fullest… thank all of you for being apart of this. We love you, and when we do merge with Revolution, I’ll make it a point to take my title and defend it for months, hell, years to come as the greatest champion I can be for you all. Resistance will always be in my heart.
The fans get on their feet and clap for Omega, who uses his sleeve too wipe some feint tears from his eyes, showing his passion for everyone, before putting on the sunglasses, and raising the belt high over head. But all of a sudden, the mood turns absolutely sour..
The Thump bellows through the PA, instantly drawing the ire from every single fan in attendance. Those detestable words shine bright and pink up on the titantron.
SWEET N' SOUR INC.
Mauro Ranallo: I won’t acknowledge him as an imposter “Triple Champion”, but the UWF Champion Larry Sweeney has apparently decided to join us from Revolution - uninvited, no doubt.
Matt Striker: I’m not sure that a man like Larry Sweeney thinks he needs an invitation.
Larry walks out on to the stage, chomping obnoxiously on a piece of gum. He’s wearing a full suit and sunglasses inside. Absent are any of his three championships or stablemates. Despite this nakedness of sorts, the brash superstar doesn’t seem any less confident than usual. He’s grinning wide as ever as he stares down the ramp towards Omega. There’s a mic in his hand, but he tucks in his armpit so he can applaud the newly crowned UWF International Champion. This doesn’t endear him to the fans at all - they just keep booing. Eventually the music fades, but Larry stays on the stage to address The Cleaner.
Sweeney: Kenny! Baby! Long time no see! Ahahahaha! Wow! The UWF International Champion, huh? Looks like you’ve done pretty good for yourself. What can I say? I’m a helluva teacher. I always told ya to just shut up, listen to what I say and do as I do. I took ya to Wrestlemania as a champion before, and now by my example, you’ve finally won yourself some world class gold in a company that actually matters. Congrats little buddy. I’m proud of ya… I really, truly am.
Sweeney’s fake sincerity is as transparent as it is toxic, but he just smiles through it all while he speaks.
You’ll have to forgive me for not bringing any of my Championships tonight. I didn’t want to get them dirty, and Resistance has a reputation for bein’ a bit of a cesspool where all the scum gathers. Back on my show we’ve got principles and standards. Strict ones. But hey, you’ll know all about that soon enough, won’t ya? I hear they’re honouring just about every last contract and bringing the B-Show boys into the fold. Wouldn’ta been my first choice… still, charity usually makes for a good tax write-off, so what the hell?
A merger of course means there’s gonna be some layoffs, some fat-trimming, all the usual corporate scalping that comes with the territory, and that’s what brings me here tonight, Kenny.
Larry paces across the stage while he chats.
Revolution already has a world champion. Hell, I’ve actually consolidated quite a few different titles because there’s just no point in honouring second-bests, is there? Nobody gives a good God damn about a silver medal. It won’t be long until we’re working the same shows and let’s face facts - there’s no need for both of us to go around calling ourselves the best in the biz when only one of us can be. Actually, one of us already is.
You wanna call yourself The Cleaner? Be my guest. Before you and the fellas make the transition, why don’t you collect the Prime Time and European straps and throw ‘em in the trash where they belong, just like a good janitor would. But bring that one you’ve got. The UWF International Championship. That one’s got value. That one’s got prestige. That one’s got a… what do they call it up in French-Canada? A certain “Je ne sais quoi”. I’d like to add it to the collection, if only to further cement my claim to being the single greatest champion the UWF has ever seen in its many, many years.
I’ve been starved in want of a legitimate contender. You’re not much, but you’re the best they’ve got to offer, so it’ll suffice. All these screaming maniacs might have you convinced that you’re the hottest slice o’ pie at the diner, but I wouldn’t let that get to your head. Against Ol’ Uncle Larry, a guy like you just doesn’t stand a chance.
His smile twitches a fit, threatening to fade entirely.
You and I might no be in business together anymore, but how about one more piece of advice, huh? This one’s on the house. Let’s call it… a lesson in humility. Ahaha. Yeah! That’s it. A lesson in humility. Here’s lookin’ at you kid… stay humble, would ya?
One that cue, Kyle O’Reilly slides into the ring from the commentary side. The fans gasp, shocked by his suddenness, but Kenny notices him just in the knick of time and catches him with a V-Trigger on approach. The Diabetic Dragon goes down hard, but he’s served to distract the Cleaner long enough. He turns again just as Edge comes into the ring and nails him with a Spear!
Mauro Ranallo: Oh my God! No! It’s an ambush! It’s an invasion! Kenny Omega has been blindsided by Sweet n’ Sour Incorporated!
Matt Striker: Somebody get security out here now!
Omega clutches his midsection after the impact. Edge rolls over, a sadistic grin on his face. The fans boo the heck out of him as he picks up Kenny and Christian comes out of nowhere to join them in the ring. Edge hands off Omega to Christian, who hooks his arms, rotates him him and the nails a Killswitch, driving him face-first into the canvas. The International Champ is left lying while E&C help Kyle up and Sweeney finally starts his walk down to the ring.
Mauro Ranallo: This is downright heinous behaviour, but you can expect nothing less from this… this Unholy Alliance that is the new Sweet n’ Sour Inc. Kenny Omega and Larry Sweeney were business partners. I don’t know if a snake like Sweeney can even have friends, but I would wager good money that Kenny Omega was as close as he ever got to having one and he’s throwing it away - he’s spitting on that history because he is greedy for even more glory.
Matt Striker: There have been talks of a championship unification match between these two brewing behind the scenes, but the reality of what that might look like just sank in. The truth is that Larry Sweeney’s title reign is protected by a bullet-proof vest called Sweet n’ Sour that just keeps getting reinforced. This is a numbers game, and Kenny Omega, for all his incredible talent, is lacking in that.
Larry Sweeney reaches the squared circle, takes his time climbing the steps and then struts over to join his associates standing over the downed Omega. The Triple Champ ignores his future opponent entirely, stepping over him to pose and soak up the spot light, which, of course, garners the unadulterated hatred from the UWF Universe. Sweet n’ Sour Inc join raised hands to stand triumphant the scene moves along, the fallen champion at their feet.
The scene opens up on the Apartment of the World Warriors.
Grado:”Oi, Ki-I Mean Kaval. What you think about getting a guaranteed Primetime Title Shot?”
Kaval:”Well I think that from my past experiences and the fact I am a new man in swim trunks maybe I might get a title, but if I don’t oh well, no big deal, just gotta dust myself off and kick.”
The Proletariat Boar:”You care about Kicking things more than you care about me! Hell you made me watch a pineapple all last week leading to me not training for my match with Sydal leading to me losing!”
Kaval:”Oh it’s ok we will go get ice cream later.”
Grado:”YAY! ICE CREAM!”
The Proletariat Boar:” Aw yea, Ice Creme!”
The trio then begin to leave the apartment Grado grabs the mail, as they walk down the stairs the conversation continues.
The Proletariat Boar:”So boss when exactly are you thinking about having your match?”
Kaval:”Oh you know whenever. Now,tomorrow,next week,five years, you know whenever.”
Grado:”Oi, boss I was lookin through the mail and Spud-er Drake sent you something. Should Ay open it?”
Kaval nods
Grado:”BOSS! Good news you’re in the Royal bloody Rumble!”
The Proletariat Boar:”AY! Even more of a reason for ice cream! What you think about being in the royal motherfucking rumble, boss?”
Kaval:”Thats cool, I should send Drake a thank you note. We can pick those up on at the office store, I needed to stop there anyway.”
The Proletariat Boar:”You needed go stop there anyway? Why?”
Kaval:”Welp boys I have been thinking, the World Warriors need to expand, and by that we need to laminate some invitations and hand those out. So while today we can eat our ice cream, we have some work to do the next few weeks.”
With that Grado and The Boar shrug and get in the car, as Kaval holds the door open for Grado before getting in and the car heads out as the camera moves on to something else.
The titantron switches from the UWF Resistance graphic to a feed from backstage.
EARLIER TONIGHT
Juice Robinson is seen walking in through the private entrance in the backstage area. He has his duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a half-finished smoothie in one hand. There's no backstage interviewer there to greet him, but never shy in front of a camera, Juice just starts talking to it as he walks towards the locker room.
Robinson: This is it, huh? Night one baby! Wooo. Yeah, there's an energy. You feel it? Camera man? Do ya? Yeah, you feel it. I can see it all around you, dude. Vibrant freakin' aura. Everyone's got one tonight. I hate to take all the credit... but god damn, it's not every day that it's Juice Robinson's first day, right?
He smirks. It's coy. And adorable.
Nah, I'm just messing with ya. Kinda. Like... it's not nothing, though. How many weeks, or even months now, have you guys had to watch Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll rund around Resistance like a couple of assholes who think they run the place? What a bummer. Honest to God, the only reason they've gotten away with it is cause nobody has been paying attention to them. For real. Who besides Jeff Hardy even tried to shut these guys up? You make a list of top talent on this show, and they've all got bigger fish to fry. Omega, Joe, Gunn, the Rob Zombie-lookin' dude... Jeff was the guy who turned down a sure-fire world title match to come and show these jackass young boys what's what. Did it go according to plan? I dunno. No, I guess not. But the plan's evolving man. It's in flux. A constant state of evolving motion. Morphing from Plan A to Plan B. That's where I come in.
Juice winks at the camera. He oozes affability.
"Who's Juice Robinson" the guy sitting next to you just googled. Save the data - I'll tell ya. I'm the kid who realized I was never gonna make it unless I shaped up and shipped out and figured out a different road to the top. The road less traveled. The hard way. I lived in a dojo for a year and got my ass kicked by guys whose names you can't pronounce until I got tough enough to kick some asses myself. And once I got good enough at that, people started to notice. I'm not just talkin' the chicks in Roppongi - I mean promoters all over the world. I've been getting calls and emails non-stop for a minute now. They say timing's everything. One contract expires, one call comes in just in time, and next thing ya know, I've got a fatter bank account, a one way plane ticket to Resistance, a new best pal and two brand spankin' new butts to kick. Everything's coming up Juice.
Now these guys we're fighting - I hardly know 'em, but I can already tell that I don't like them. I know I'm a little liberal with good taste as far as fashion sense goes, but hell, it works for me. I'm doing my thing. I'm not playing Halloween dress up like these two nerds, anyway. Well... maybe sometimes I am... but at least I don't take myself too seriously. That's just the thing. That's what really grinds my gears here. These jerkoffs thing they're the real deal. I can handle a cheater who knows they're a cheater. I can handle a coward who knows they're a coward, or a clown that knows they're a clown, or fake-ass wrestler who knows they're a fake-ass wrestler. Marty and Velvsey, they're delusional. They think they're something they're not. But that's a quick fix.
Juice reaches the locker room door, notices the taped-up paper sign says "DRESSING ROOM" instead of "LOCKER ROOM", takes said side, rips it up and throws the pieces into the air, and then turns to the camera one last time.
Ya know, there's a saying in Japan, it's this old traditional adage and when translated into English, it basically says " Juice Robinson is gonna dust these scrubs and look damn good doing it." You don't hear it so much in the cities, more in the little fishing villages, but I think it still holds true, even to this day. So let's just see if there's something to it, shall we?
With that, he heads in to get into his gear. Resistance continues elsewhere.
As we return, both Matt Sydal and Jey Uso are standing in the middle of the ring, and the ref rings the bell to start this off!
DING! DING! DING!
The two try for a lock up, and Jey quickly gets the better exchange as he’s bigger, holding in a headlock. Sydal struggles but pushes him into the ropes, only to get planted down with a shoulder block, leaving Jey to quickly yell “UCE-!” for the crowd to yell “OH!”, before he runs the ropes. Using his impressive agility, Sydal springs to his feet with a kip up and quickly puts Jey down with a hurricanrana that has him up and whirling about in confusion!
Matt Striker: Woah! Wasting no time to show off his skill!
Uso gets his footing but is put into the corner by Sydal with a quick chest kick that takes the wind out of him. He tries holding his chest, but Matt throws his hand over the top rope and kicks him again in the chest with a thunderous impact. He hits one more that almost takes Jey off of his feet, but it’s a leaping twist kick that puts him down! The fans are behind Matt and he shows his passion by pumping himself up. He runs at the opposite ropes and comes back with a big dropkick into a downed Jey! He covers him up quickly for a pin.
...1!
...2-Kickout!
Jey easily kicks out and tries shaking the cobwebs out, leaving Jey to stand up and creep on him like a vulture. Jey gets up and eats a leg kick that leaves him hoping for a bit before Sydal brings him against the ropes with a chest kick again. He runs the ropes and comes back for Uso, but he’s stunned still with a short elbow. They’re still at ropes, so Jey takes his arm and drags him over the top rope, but Sydal holds on to the rope and stands on the apron. Jey sees this and goes for a strike, but the craft Sydal ducks it and takes his foot up to slackjaw the Samoan with a kick backing him up!
Mauro Ranallo: What a kick! Sydal’s been dominating so far!
With Jey in the middle of the ring, Sydal hops on the top rope, bouncing off of it for some move, but he’s caught with Jey hitting a throat thrust that has Sydal holding onto his throat and coughing hard!
Matt Striker: Don’t speak too soon! Ouch!
Jey isn’t done as he turns him around and picks him up in his arms and slams him down with a body slam, as he runs the ropes and comes down with a headbutt too Jimmy. He tries for a quick cover now.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Sydal kicks out, and Jey is on the attack with some stomps that keep him grounded. Jey wipes his mouth with his hand and sees a drip of blood, which only frustrates him as he picks up Matt for a hard chop to the chest. Matt winces but replies with a quick elbow to make some distance before trying with a gut kick that’s caught! He’s left hobbling on one leg and is flipped up, but he manages to kick Jey in the head with an enziguri that leaves Jey stunned. He gets up and finishes it with a standing roundhouse kick to take him down, before turning himself back to Jimmy, and leaping up for a standing moonsault, only for Jimmy to get his knees up! Sydal crashes, and both men are kneeling holding their injuries in pain. The crowd clap for the two, and shortly enough they both stand up and try for strikes at one another. Forearm after forearm they go, each one receiving more and more praise, but it’s Jey that switches it up with quick chop!
Mauro Ranallo: Back and forth this match goes! It’s hard to pick a favorite!
With the chop, Sydal stands for a bit wincing trying to catch his breath as Jey does, but Matt stops the break with a quick jumping knee! Jey is about to fall but Sydal runs to the ropes and tries for something, but the Samoan suddenly pops out a superkick to the face, leaving Sydal to flip himself onto his face! The crowd go nuts, and Jey picks him up and slams him down for a Samoan Drop! He calls for the finish, but sits for a moment to regain his composure. Sydal is going no where for the forseeable future, and Jey begins to climb before reaching the top before the tron suddenly blares through the PA speaker! It’s CM Punk and Becky Lynch attacking Jimmy Uso and Naomi! They’re taking the boots to them, with CM Punk hazing Jey in the process! EMTs and refs are trying to break it up, but it’s no use. Jey’s about to get down, when suddenly Matt pops up to the top rope, takes him in his arms, and flips him up and down with a Spanish Fly!
Mauro Ranallo: What a dirty sneak attack from Punk and Lynch while Sydal got the distraction!
Jey is now the one in perail, but he wastes no time rolling under the apron to climb the top rope, and come crashing down with an impactful Air Sydal Shooting Star Press! Getting the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Michael Buffer: Here is your winner, Matt Sydal!!!
Matt celebrates his victory, throwing up his peace signs before rolling out of the ring, done for the night. Jey slowly recovers, but is quick to rush out of the ring and head up the ramp to figure this out, as Resistance continues.
The titantron switches from the UWF graphic a live feed from backstage. The scene is in the locker room, where Jeff Hardy is starting to apply his War Paint. He speaks over his shoulder to the camera while he does so.
Hardy: When you think about the direction a life takes, some people like to picture a river. It's always moving forward, steady on in a single direction, the water headed toward it's end destination no matter what. Some other folks might argue that it's possible for the river to run into something like... say a mountain, or any kind of obstacle, and from there it splits and divides into any number of possible different routes, and life if like a vessel on that water that needs to choose one or just get carried off in whichever way the current decides is best. And then it could also be argued that it's not a river at all, but an ocean with ebb and flow and storm and calm, and an infinite number of possible ways to go next, and circumstance might fight you, but you can still move ahead wherever you choose.
He finishes the white base layer, and moves on to colouring highlight lines.
I don't know about destiny or fate, man. I think a person makes their own decisions. Energies and circumstances rebound off each other all over existence no, we don't get to choose what kinda things we encounter in life, but we do get to decide how to react. I'm always talking about gravity, and that's no different. It pulls everyone down, but you'd be amazed at what you can do with yourself in a free-fall. That's choice.
A while back, I chose to pass on another chance of becoming a world champion because I believed there way different path I needed to walk down, and because I believed that Resistance needed something else from an old, busted up veteran like me. I think the UWF and the young talent here has all the potential in the world be truly remarkable. I think that some of them have lost their way, and that the whole company is worse off for it. And these... these contrasting ideas about what to do about all of that are kinda orbiting around the UWF Prime Time Championship, like it's the Sun and we're all spinning around, getting tugged towards the epicenter of it all. There's that gravity, again.
He continues to change up the colours, adding new details and shades here and there while he speaks.
I've been trying to win that title and I've come up short. Velveteen Dream says he's earned it, I say otherwise. I say he just has it. Marty Scrull's gotten himself involved. You've all been watching. You know what it is. I thought I found some help last week and I was wrong, and it cost me. But a loss doesn't mean much if you can't learn from it, and learn I did. I finally came to my sense and accepted this isn't a fight I can win by myself. Honestly, most of best work in this career has been done with a teammate, whether it as my brother or someone else. I've found myself a new one. He's a kindred spirit as much as he is my polar opposite, and damn, that's kinda beautiful in it's own way. Yin and Yang, man. Compliment and contrast.
You heard the news already. Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson are the UWF's newest tag team. I know the division's coming back and there'll be titles to win, but that's the distant future. I'm only thinking about tonight. Kaval might be next up for the Prime Time title, and man, I wish him the best. All power to him - he's earned it. I had my shot and I missed, but there's a pretty big asterisk next to that result... like a black mark on the historical record. A bruise, and one I'm not gonna forget. I might have to leave some bruises on Dream and Scurll so they don't forget, either.
This might be the end of our feud. I don't know. I really don't. All I know is that for the first time, it's an even playing field, and I've got the hottest new prospect in the game in my corner. I'm looking forward to seeing how it plays out. I've got a good feeling about it.
Jeff finishes up his paint job and turns to show it off to the camera before leaving for his match. Resistance continues elsewhere.
As the camera pans away from the events inside the arena, the scene it cuts to is the confines of an aged and dark house as Vinny stands distant from the camera, his axe in one hand and a red balloon in the other.
Vinny Marseglia: Things are changing in the landscape of the UWF. Men that are here one moment, for whatever reason, are then gone the next. Men that have never been here before, or have been on a sabbatical that they or management imposed, are here. Alliances are breaking apart, while others are forming at the exact same time. And the Resistance brand is in its dying days, but a tag division will soon be birthed.
But there’s one thing that isn’t going to change, and that’s the stranglehold that I have on my kingdom. I have the collective conscience right where I want it, and will forever be poised to keep it in disarray. Disarray caused by damages that will never be allowed to be repaired because for every wound you suture, for every bruise you let heal, for every disparaging thought or negative emotion you think you have at bay: I’m going to ruin that.
I will reopen the wounds and worsen them. I will leave the bruises deeper and in higher quantity. I will ensure that no unpleasant thought or emotion can be repressed. And with all of this, your individual lives will be like what’s happening on a larger scale with the company, where a departure sees an implementation and a dissolution sees a creation when everything you have going for you because of something you did comes completely apart because of something I did.
Vinny points ahead with his axe.
At the Royal Rumble and even as near in the future as next week’s Resistance, those I’m set to victimize don’t have a name or a face to them yet, but tonight I know exactly who I get to terrorize and that’s the European Champion Billy Gunn. Billy considers himself a measuring stick, something that others should aspire to be like. Well, Billy, it’s time to take who you think you are and peel every layer of that away until who you really are is exposed, and then keep peeling.
Get ready for an overwhelming discontent your body can’t process, a storm you’ve never weathered and can’t endure. When you step through that curtain tonight, a horror awaits you that holding the European Championship can’t bring you the faintest solace through. Make no mistake, the idea entertains me but I’m not just entertaining the idea. You don’t have to entertain inevitability, it’s going to pass regardless of how you cope with its approach, arrival, or the aftermath.
And with this, you’re going to cope poorly. The reign of the, “Horror King” continues.
As things fade to black, Resistance heads elsewhere.
The camera goes backstage, following none other than “The Villain” Marty Scurll walking around in the backstage area with his briefcase in hand. He takes a quick look left and right and then stops.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “DREEEEEEAM! Where the fuck is he? You’d think he’d be around when you want to talk to him, being business partners and all. PAAAA-”
Velveteen then pops out of practically nowhere and pats Marty on his shoulder. Marty then seems to lose a elephant’s weight of stress and sighs.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Thank god I found you Dream, I’ve been looking all over for you. We need to talk some plans, this match, will surely assert our dominance and make sure we’re high up in the runnings for the brand new UWF Tag Team Championships.”
The two of them begin to walk down the hallway and several people pass them by, looking at the polarising figures walk by.
Velveteen Dream: “Do you even know where we’re going Marty? I mean if you couldn’t even find me back here, the Dream doubts you’ll find anywhere secret.”
Marty ignores Dream’s remark and keeps on walking down the hall, mainly eyeing up his golden opportunity hidden away in the briefcase. Marty takes a left, and busts into a room. He scouts it out and nobody is about, he then unfolds a chair resting on the ground and sits down on it.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Pretty sure nobody is overhearing us here. I kinda scouted out this bit while I was looking for you, every time I’ve came back nobody has been here, so I think we’re good.”
Velveteen Dream: “The Dream believes you wanted to discuss tonight? C’mon Marty we don’t even need to even think of tactics, these complete morons don’t even know what their names are half of the week.”
Marty covers his mouth chuckling at what Dream just said, he then pulls out his phone from his pocket and begins to scroll across it. He pops up a picture of Juice Robinson and points it Velveteen’s way so he can read it.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “I know! Look at this numpty! I didn’t know he was a liquid from fruit… I mean people say that’s unhealthy in high amounts or something don’t they? Kinda irrelevant, but who does he fucking think he is. Some indy fuck from the streets just waddles in here like we all know his numpty backside. Pathetic. He ain’t nothing more than some indy nobody and we’ll go and prove that once more tonight. We know how to get the job done on guys like that, accompanied by Hardy who I KNOW I can beat.”
Velveteen Dream: “Proved that with your win last week, that is very correct. The Dream as well have beaten him on several times, and we? We’ve got it in the bag if you ask the Dream.”
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “And with my briefcase, we’re going only one place, and that’s straight to the top.”
Velveteen Dream: This is just the beginning, Marty. First that briefcase and these low tier championships are just the stepping stone to taking over this company, whether it's Resistance or Revolution, the Villainous Dreams will be the most dominant team in the UWF, and speaking of teams, we gotta win those tag titles to add to our accolades. Look, tonight is just another notch on our belts when we send that indy punk back to Japan and maybe, just maybe, Jeff will finally get off the Dream's case. Let's show J&J the Villainous Dreams Experience. The Dream needs to get ready for our match, just remember: 2019 is our year and with that briefcase we will take over this company.
The Dream pats Marty on the shoulder before heading off to prep for their tag match later on in the night. Marty turns around to walk out the door also, swinging his arm for the briefcase that was once there but now isn’t! Marty looks around in freight.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Who the fuck just nabbed my briefcase?!”
The feed cuts to a shot of a plane taking off as the camera pans down to the front of an airport, A sign reading "Jacksonville Airport Arrivals" is in the shot, The camera continues to pan down revealing two men walking out of the airport. Both men having sunburns all along their arms and face, Leyton has his signature sunglasses as he removes them it reveals patches around his eyes still white...
Leyton Buzzard:
Finally here in Jackson Missisipi, Weather is a lot nicer than I thought ain't that right Kieran...
Kieran removes his glasses, He has a confused look on his face as he doesn't see the usual welcome sign.
Kieran Kelly:
Where is the uber I ordered to the Jackson airport...
Rate them one star, How aweful we are going to need to order another one. Maverick said that I should go straight to the show...
He is probably giving you a chance to beat up Samoa Joe, He is probably still dominating as champion...
Yeah I see I am the only one who could beat him. Just like I beat Vampiro in the mind games....
Leyton reaches into his pockets to look for his phone...
Kieran did you have my phone?
No?!
Get your phone Kieran.
Kieran begins feeling around for his phone after a few moments of fruitless attempt to find it..
It's not on me...
Oh, Umm... I am sure someone will be able to give a lift to the Mississippi Coliseum.
Both men walk off camera looking for people to ask for a lift...
The camera cuts back to a graphic reading "Leyton/Kieran return next week.."
Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! 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.
Bruce 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.
Bruce Buffer: And introducing his partner...
The crowd turns to entrance ramp just as the music hits - a bombastic brass explosion rattles the PA while the titanton flashes to life.
Juice Robinson walk down the ramp, an amazing smile on his face as he takes in the UWF Universe for the first time. An enthusiastic "Juice" chant echoes around the building as the UWF's latest recruit makes his way into the squared circle. He and Jeff shake hands, garnering another roar of cheers from the people before Robinson climbs one of the turnbuckles to pose.
Bruce Buffer: Introducing their opponents...
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is given towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stands on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
Bruce Buffer: And his partner...
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 is your Prime Time champion, "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 backward, 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!
Both teams stand at their respective corners and it's decided that Dream and (after a lot of begging) Juice are going to start this, they circle the ring, looking for an opening at each other's defense and after a few moments where they can't find it they meet in the middle of the ring with a lockup, the slightly bigger Dream gains the upper hand with a headlock and starts to get a bit cocky, loosening his grip a little and smiling but that gives Juice what he needed as he starts elbowing Dream's ut and as his grip starts to loosen even more Juice postures right up and locks in a headlock of his own! the crowd cheers and Juice is all smiling but he knows better than to lose focus, he tightens his grip around Dream and holds onto it for a couple of moments but Dream manages to take a solid base on the ground and push Juice away from him! Juice runs and rebounds off the ropes just to get kicked in the back by Marty! Juice grabs his back and twitches in pain while Marty laughs, Juice turns to him so he could return the favor but before he could do anything Dream goes under Juice's arm and postures up to spike Juice right onto his back with the belly to back suplex!
Matt Striker: Say what you will about Villainous Dreams' tactics but they seem to work.
The dream doesn't give Juice a second to recover as he picks him and whips him right into his own corner where he tags Marty in then holds Juice in a front facelock while Marty climbs onto the top rope and leaps off with a double axe handle to Juice's back! Marty again laughs while Juice falls down to his knees, Marty quickly gets back to the offensive and kicks Juice in the chest but the newcomer is having none of that, simply brushing the kick off and standing up, just to ask Marty to hit him again! Marty doesn't even flinch and gives Juice a very nice knife edge chop, Juice just looks at his chest, then at Marty and asks him for another one, Marty obliges and delivers another ear-wrecking chop to the chest, Juice this time flinches from the attack but still doesn't seem very hurt, he decided that it's his time to chop now, he rubs his hands together and with his right hand DESTROYS Marty's chest and the crowd's ears with a sickening chop, Marty drops down clutching his chest and Juice just smiles to the hard cam.
Mauro Ranallo: Juice Robinson just chopped Scurll's nipple out of his chest!!
Matt Striker: Is that even possible?
Mauro Ranallo: I'm not sure but with this being only the first chop of the night I think we're going to find out.
Marty is still down, clutching his chest and takes advantage by running to the ropes and coming back with a huge senton! he immediately hooks both of Scurll's legs in a pin
1....
NO!
Dream kicks Juice in the back to break up the pin and continues to stomp him relentlessly but before he can inflict any significant damage Jeff springboards into the ring and chases Dream out of it! Jeff tells Juice that it's time to tag out and returns to his corner, Juice agrees and starts to crawl to the corner but just before he could tag out, Marty grabs his foot and pulls him back to the middle of the ring! he then drops a series of elbows right into Juice's back to a chorus of boos, he doesn't care, he picks up Juice and starts uppercutting him and slowly driving him into his corner where he tags Dream who picks up Juice in a bearhug while Marty runs to the opposite ropes and returns with a huge Lariat!
Matt Striker: That's the signature move of a former very decorated tag team, The Hart Foundatain, could a similar fate be in stores for the Villainous Dreams?
Dream and Marty share a chuckle as Dream also starts taunting the booing crowd, this gives time for Juice to recover and when Dream finishes trash talking the fans and returns to Juice he's met with a roll up!
1....
NO!
this time Scurll breaks the pin! Marty doesn't stay in the ring to attack Juice and gives Dream center stage, the furious Prime Time champion picks up Juice and hoists him onto his shoulders for the cartwheel DVD but Juice fights out of the position with hard elbows! Dream releases Juice and attempts to smack him but Juice is quicker as he nails Dream with a STIFF right hand! The dream is dazed and falls onto his knees which gives time for Juice to finally tag out and bring Hardy in! Hardy comes in hot, running right over to Marty, he then turns around to face Dream who is now standing but still stunned from the punch and gives him a stunner Twist of Fate! Dream drops like a sack of potatoes and Jeff goes for the pin
1....
this time Scurll breaks the pin! Marty doesn't stay in the ring to attack Juice and gives Dream center stage, the furious Prime Time champion picks up Juice and hoists him onto his shoulders for the cartwheel DVD but Juice fights out of the position with hard elbows! Dream releases Juice and attempts to smack him but Juice is quicker as he nails Dream with a STIFF right hand! The dream is dazed and falls onto his knees which gives time for Juice to finally tag out and bring Hardy in! Hardy comes in hot, running right over to Marty, he then turns around to face Dream who is now standing but still stunned from the punch and gives him a stunner Twist of Fate! Dream drops like a sack of potatoes and Jeff goes for the pin
1....
2....
NO!
Scurll swoop in just in time! this time he continues the attack and fakes kicking Jeff in the head but instead going for the knee! he starts waving his arms in his signature fashion while laughing maniaclly but he doesn't notice that Juice swiftly entered the ring, this gives Juice the chance to use his finisher as he quickly grabs Scurll's arms, spins around and drops him on his face with the Pulp Friction! Juice helps Jeff up who whispers something to him, Juice simply nods, he picks up Dream and throws him into the corner and starts clapping to hype up the crowd, while he's doing that Jeff charges Dream and gives him a body spalsh! he then drops down to all four and tells Juice that it's time, the white meat babyface charges Dream and jumps from Jeff's back to hit a Poetry in Motion but instead of the usual kick, he grabs Dream's head and spikes him into the mat with a DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA WHAT IS THAT?!
Matt Striker: It looks like Jeff altered the Poetry in Motion a bit Mauro! and it looks much MUCH more effective now
and as if it wasn't enough Jeff quickly runs over to the top rope and leaps off of him with the Swanton Bomb! he simply lays on top of Dream as the ref starts counting
1...
NO!
Scurll swoop in just in time! this time he continues the attack and fakes kicking Jeff in the head but instead going for the knee! he starts waving his arms in his signature fashion while laughing maniaclly but he doesn't notice that Juice swiftly entered the ring, this gives Juice the chance to use his finisher as he quickly grabs Scurll's arms, spins around and drops him on his face with the Pulp Friction! Juice helps Jeff up who whispers something to him, Juice simply nods, he picks up Dream and throws him into the corner and starts clapping to hype up the crowd, while he's doing that Jeff charges Dream and gives him a body spalsh! he then drops down to all four and tells Juice that it's time, the white meat babyface charges Dream and jumps from Jeff's back to hit a Poetry in Motion but instead of the usual kick, he grabs Dream's head and spikes him into the mat with a DDT!
Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA WHAT IS THAT?!
Matt Striker: It looks like Jeff altered the Poetry in Motion a bit Mauro! and it looks much MUCH more effective now
and as if it wasn't enough Jeff quickly runs over to the top rope and leaps off of him with the Swanton Bomb! he simply lays on top of Dream as the ref starts counting
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Marty tried to save it but he wasn't able to get there in time, he pounds the apron in frustraion while Jeff and his new friend celebrate finally beating the Dream and the fed moves elsewhere.
3!
DING DING DING!
Marty tried to save it but he wasn't able to get there in time, he pounds the apron in frustraion while Jeff and his new friend celebrate finally beating the Dream and the fed moves elsewhere.
