Revolution 4/13/19 Edition

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As the logo is seen, things go live to the inside of the arena as pyrotechnics go off from the stage and the camera pans around to get a shot of the Revolution fans in attendance before panning to the commentary table where Corey Graves, Mauro Ranallo, and Tom Phillips are standing by.





Tom Phillips: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Revolution. I’m Tom Phillips.

Corey Graves: I’m Corey Graves.

Mauro Ranallo: And you can call me the filling that makes this dynamic into a delicious audible s’more, Mauro Ranallo. It’s the go-home show for Wargames and boy do we have a send-off for it.

Corey Graves: That’s right, Mauro. I’ll thank you not to talk about filling me though. First off, we’ve got Batista trying to make his loss last week a memory to fans but with no noise from the, “Animal”, who knows if his head is in the right place to do it against Buddy Murphy.

Tom Phillips: And in what fans have dubbed the, “Clash of the Canucks”, Kevin Steen and Kenny Omega do battle. When Steen first returned to the scene, it seemed they were in cahoots somehow, but it seems these guys won’t exactly be sending each other Easter baskets this year.

Mauro Ranallo: Also in tag team competition, Jimmy and Jey officially reform The Usos to take on AFTB. Both teams are no doubt looking to keep eyes on them for when the first UWF Tag Team Champions get crowned and a win tonight could be the first step to putting them in the contendership conversation.

Corey Graves: We will also kick things off with that skunk stripe haired goof Matt Hardy taking on Dr. Cube’s minion of the week, Teddy Hart. Good luck deleting that guy, Matt.

Tom Phillips: And in our main event, it’s a cocktail of hostility as the Royal Rumble winner Vinny Marseglia teams up with UWF Champion Larry Sweeney to take on number one contenders Minoru Suzuki and the, “Black Rose” Adrian Neville. All that and more coming up LIVE!




Eric Bischoff comes sauntering out from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand.

NEW WORLD NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD-NEW WORLD ORDER.


Tom Phillips: Oh, great. This is all we need.

Corey Graves: Shut your mouth, Tom. You know this is the highlight of the night so far.

Bischoff walks down the ramp saluting the nWo fans with the Wolfpac symbol. He enters the ring and waits for the music to stop playing.

Bischoff: I have nothing but love for you people! I know, I know. I say it every week, but it’s true! I’m sorry that some of you couldn’t make it to our Spring Break party in Rio, but man, it was awesome. AND IN CASE ANY OF YOU MISSED IT….it’s playing nonstop on the official nWo website. But tonight, we are here to celebrate a momentous occasion. In fact, this occasion is so big in itself, it's worthy of being a hall of fame induction! We are here to celebrate the 217 day, and counting, Intercontinental championship reign of “Ravishing” Rick Rude! There were those that said it couldn’t be done. There were those that doubted him every step of the way. There were those that were practically begging for him to lose at every chance, but at the end of the day, he’s still our nWo Intercontinental Championship. So, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion of all time, “Ravishing” Rick Rude!

N….W….O

Tom Phillips: Corey, why are you standing?

Corey Graves: No, Tom...the question is why aren’t you standing? This man is a legend! A trend-setter! A record-shattering champion. You should both be standing to give this man the praise he deserves.

Mauro Ranallo: Oh, mama mia…

Rick Rude comes out from behind the curtain in his suit with his title belt draped over his shoulder. He poses with the title for a moment before walking down the ring. Bischoff sits on the middle rope as Rude enters the ring. Rude grabs a microphone.


Rude:What I’d like to have right now….is for all those who doubted me...all of those that said I would never do it….all of those that said I was too old and that I couldn’t do it on my own to sit down, shut up, and take a look at what a real record breaking champion looks like!

The majority of the crowd boos, but the nWo faithful cheer him on.

Rude: Austin, I know you’re sitting back there in your office, fit to be tied. You’ve tried everything that you possibly could have to try and get this belt off of my waist. But you failed. Just like you failed as General Manager. And that just makes you absolutely sick, doesn’t it? To know that a man that you completely loathe and hate that is part of a group, no, a brotherhood that you hate even more is still steamrolling over all of your competition. We are just days away from holding every major title in this company. Big Kev and Scott are going to make short work of DIY or whatever they’re calling themselves. Sweeney and myself will of course retain our titles. If we choose to do so, we could take the television championship as well, but we gotta leave some crumbs for the bottom-feeders around here, right? We will have all the titles and the UWF will have to change the name of the biggest event of the year to nWo-mania. Or maybe we will just call it something else entirely. Just imagine it, Austin...the one thing that you hate so much and have tried so hard to stop just completely taking over the company that you almost]ran into the ground. Maybe the best thing for you this whole time would have been to stay out of the picture and let the real legends and stars of this business show you how to run a business--

PSSSSSH!!


Mauro Ranallo: MAMA MIA! I think the nWo’s tone is about to change drastically!

The crowd leaps to its feet and the roof almost blows off of the building. Rude and Bischoff look shocked as they look up to the entrance ramp. The revving of a 4-wheeler can be heard as it noses out onto the stage.

Corey Graves: AHHHHH HA HA HA HA. THIS IS GREAT! This ladies and gentlemen are why the nWo are the greatest.

The fourwheeler slowly pulls out onto the stage. It appears the Stone Cold has put on a few pounds. Ok, quite a few pounds. His hair isn’t completely shaven. He’s forgotten to remove the handicap flag from the rear of his four-wheeler. And he’s having some difficulty with getting a steady speed by doing a few gas-brake-gas-brake-gas engine revs.



Tom Phillips: That’s not Stone Cold Steve Austin! That’s Kevin Nash!

Rick Rude and Bischoff in the ring are exchanging over-exaggerated looks of fear. Stone Cold Kevin Nash parks the 4-wheeler and grabs the styrofoam cooler as he gets off of it. He hobbles his way down to the ring

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Corey Graves: Someone may have to help the “Sheriff” into the ring, here.

Nash enters the ring and sets the cooler down and takes a microphone after some heavy breathing.

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Stone Cold Kevin Nash: Well gahdang boys...Ol’ Stone Cold was back there tossin’ back some Steveweisers and wallering around in his own despair and self-pity about how he was a turrible Gen’ral Manager. Then it led him to think about how he just couldn’t put the stop to the En Dubya Oh soon enough….then, of course, that naturally led ol’ Stone Cold to thinkin’ bout how his team don’t stand a damn chance at surviving the ass-whoopin that’s comin’ to Team Austin at Wargames. So Ol’ Stone Cold tossed a few more back, he cried a little bit, called his damn momma and had to ask her why life had to be so unfair….you know what she said? She said sometimes it be like that, boy. Now quit bein’ a little titty-baby and show ‘em ya got a set! Then she spit her tobacco into her bottle and hung up the phone. So, I got to thinkin’ to myself...I don’t stand a damn chance myself or with my team….so if ya can’t beat em, ya might as well join em! So I brought out this case of beer to help ya celebrate your record-breaking title reign. No matter what I did, you kicked my ass at every turn, or whoever’s ass I put in place of mine because I’m so damn scared of ya, Rick. And if it weren’t enough for this old tubby bastard to be out here waving the white flag, I brought a few friends along to help us celebrate!

AWWWWWWWWWWFULLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!


Out from the back come The UWF’s HOTTEST couple! Edge and Lita come down, playing the roles of The Wiz and Waryse! Edge has his hair spiked up in goofy fashion, with douchey sunglasses, while Lita wears an absurd amount of make up and a blonde wig.

Corey Graves: WOW! Look at that Tom! The Wiz and Waryse! Looking as incredible as ever!

Tom Phillips: Ugh, what disrespect!

The Wiz takes huge steps, bobbing his head and arms, as Waryse flips her hair and keeps her neck cocked back as they enter the ring. Rick Rude gracefully holds the rope open for Waryse, as she steps in and winks at the Intercontinental Champion. The Wiz does his goofy pose, hanging from the middle rope, and enters the ring, still bobbing his head. Eric hands the pair a pair of microphones, and The Wiz starts to talk.

The Wiz: Thank you! Thank you! You’re too kind, Mr. Stone Cold! It really does help my self-confidence being your soldier in this war against the big bad nWo! Richard, can I call you Richard? I appreciate the beatings you’ve given me. Ever since you came in my life, and my wife-

Tom Phillips: UGH!

The crowd boo the disgusting reference, but The Wiz continues.

The Wiz: - I feel, like a man now! Nowhere near your level, of course, but it’s inspired me to make love to Waryse every night. But alas, the more I try and try, she still yells the name “Rick Rude”!

The Wiz gets on his knees and hangs his head low, putting his hands up too his face too fake a quiet sob, as Waryse puts an arm on the shoulder on his cuck of a husband as she obnoxiously pouts her lips, having a terrible French accent.

Waryse: Like, oh mah gawd, my like, loving husband, you knew the rules facing the greatest Intercontinental Champion of all time. You totally brought this on yourself. I’m already naming our next child after Rick. I only hope with a name like his, we have a child worth speaking of!

Waryse puts a hand on her hip, looking over too Rude with a “call me” gesture, as The Wiz finally sniffles his last sniffle, standing up now.

The Wiz: Oh, my problems would be over by then! As you lay with him, after I sacrificed you and the title that rightfully belongs to Rude, I’ve puckered my lips to kiss the sweet cheeks of Mr. Stone Cold to pleasure myself, and get in his good graces! It shows, as he sends me in too get my ass kicked by the nWo over and over again as I tell them the same things week in and week out! If I try hard enough, maybe they’ll leave me alone and stop calling me a pervert! They don’t think I know that?! I’m trying to be a good guy at the same time!

Corey Graves: The self-contradicting Wiz. It’s a shame Tom, but at least he’s giving into the nWo!

O’LAAAAAME O’LAME O’LAME O’LAAAAME! O’LAAAAAAME! O’LAAAAAAME!



O’LAAAAAME O’LAME O’LAME O’LAAAAME! O’LAAAAAAME! O’LAAAAAAME!

Out from the back now comes Christian, playing the role of Lami Zayn! He’s kicking his feet up and bouncing around with that stupid cap on his head, all smiles as he skips down the entrance ramp!

Corey Graves: Look! It’s Lami Zayn! The second forfeiture for Team Austin!!

Tom Phillips: This whole racket is certainly lame! Where’s the real Team Austin?

Corey Graves: What are you, blind? Jeezus, they’re in the ring!

Lami makes it a point too kick the guard rail, the steps, and even the ring apron on his way! He starts playing the steel steps like their drums and leaps up on the apron, jumping up and down like a monkey, before entering the ring and stepping around, bouncing around, taking a mic of his own. He’s still hopping in place as he speaks and accidentally kicks the shin of Waryse! He stops, as does The Wiz, and Waryse looks at him and speaks off mic, telling him too watch it, dick. They go back to their roles and Lami goes too speak.

Lami Zayn: Blimey ol’ chums! Iz me, ol’ Lami Zayn ere’! I been away for a few years, but o’i’m back wiff me nifty hat ey!

The Wiz: Why are you talking with that accent? It’s AWWWWFFFULLLLLL!

Lami Zayn: Well ye’ fookin’ cuckin’ wankah! It happenz too be I’m Canadian and Arabian! I thought it was like the ol’ gender, I can be whateves I want mate! So I’m speakin’ Cockney now! My hat oughta give it away! But pretty soon, we all’ be speakin’ French while we give up too de nWo! I ain’t plannin’ on gettin’ me face bashed in in some cage! I only got me legs too compensate, and they’re the best in the biz!

The entire ring looks at Lami’s chicken legs, as he hops in place safely.



The Mortal Kombat theme hits and the crowd just crowds as Kyle O’Reilly, sporting a bald cap and dressed like Kaval, comes on to the ramp and does that lean over Kaval pose before throwing some sloppy looking Kung Fu kicks. He mostly cartwheels down the ramp until he gets to the ring, joining the rest of “Team Austin”. He gets handed a microphone, but furrows his brow and pretends he doesn’t know how to use it. Austin (Nash) gives him a quick demo. Kaval (Kyle) picks his nose and then gives it a whirl.

KaBoom: Uggg… me name KaBoom… cause me dumb ninja wannabe and when me come on TV, ratings go KABOOM! Ugg… me type of guy who play Scorpion in Mortal Kombat even though Sub-Zero always better… ugg!

Kyle laughs at his own impersonation, but the crowd just seems annoyed and his pals don’t look impressed. He takes it a step further.

KaBoom: Also… ugg… um…. Me has have small dick. Real small. Bad small.

The fellas exchange nervous glances but all is saved when…



The nWo theme hits! Finally, the true heroes of the UWF are joining the fray. The Triple Champ Larry Sweeney and future UWF Tag Team Champion Scott Hall walk out onto the ramp. They look a little confused, eyes shifting around, wondering where all their teammates are. The tandem approaches the ring with some skepticism, clearly outnumbered by Austin and his goons. Climbing up into the squared circle, they stand beside Bischoff and Rude and it goes from there.

Sweeney:: Sorry we’re late. We were looking everywhere for the rest of the boys, but when we heard Team Austin was taking over the ring, we figured we’d better hurry out here and even up the odds, if ya know what I mean.

Wargames is comin’ up mighty quick and Ol’ Uncle Larry sure has his hands full carrying all the deadweight to a main event calibre match, but I felt it pretty important to come out here and let you dirty rotten, good for nuthin’ mooks in Team Austin know that this here’s your Day of Reckoning!

KaBoom scratches his own butt with his mic. Lami paces around frantically like a doofus idiot while Waryse eyes up every man in the ring except her husband. Austin is just begging the nWo not to put the hurting on him. Sweeney looks over at Rude and Bischoff and shrugs.

Sweeney: Then again, maybe you’ve got this one under control. Figures that the Rattlesnake would go yellow-belly up once he realized that there wasn’t three guys on this roster he could string together to put up against us. Some folks just gotta learn the hard way, ain’t that right Scott?

Hall: You got that right, Larry. But hey, doesn’t Austin seem a bit….taller to you? Maybe it’s just me. Ya know, I was kind of disappointed that me and Big Kev would be fighting for the straps at Wargames, we were kind of hoping for an old-fashioned Wargames match where everyone of us would have been in there at the same time. But, I understand how hard it was for Austin to just get 3 guys to stand against us, let alone 7. Hey, Easy E...wanna bring this one home?

Hall motions over to Bischoff who walks to the center of the ring. The members of “Team Austin” begin removing their makeup and pieces of their costumes.

Bischoff: I know that we’ve been a little busy as of late and haven’t been able to devote our entire attention to you, Austin...but let’s be perfectly honest, you’re not worth our undivided attention. I’m sure you’ll be standing ringside at Wargames to support your team, well, guess what? So will I. People have been asking, since we got you removed from General Manager, what our beef is with you still...the answer is simple...you’re still in a position of power and we’re not entirely sure that you’ve learned your lesson yet. Ya know, it’s a shame that you didn’t sign yourself up for the Wargames match, these boys sure would have loved really kicking your ass to get their revenge. But hey, we will just settle for second best when we show the world why nobody stands up to the nWo. Wargames is just the final stop in the nWo World Domination tour. After Wargames, we will have all the major titles, we will have taken it to Austin yet again and we will head into Wrestlemania and steal the show….and ya know...that’s just too….

Crowd:SWEEEEEEEEET!!



Tom Phillips: Thank God that's over.

Corey Graves:What do you mean Phillips, that was awesome!

Tom Phillips:That may have been one of the worst segments in the history of UWF and we've seen a lot of bad NWO comedy.

Corey Graves:Yeah because when I think of people who know comedy, I think Tom Phillips. Don't be surprised to see Don Feel em' ups come out here next week.

Tom Phillips:That's surprisingly more thought out than the names NWO just did but I digress. When Revolution returns, we'll see-

As Revolution tries to go to commercial break, static and white noise stutter the image. As the feed attempts to normalize the picture goes black, until motion blur covers the screen as a camera is picked up off the floor and and placed on a tripod. Once the large figure setting the camera up moves out of the way the camera goes into auto focus slowly fading into view Samoa Joe, Tama Tonga, Tanga Loa, and walking over and behind them Bad Luck Fale.

Samoa Joe: Business is about how much you can gain in the most efficient way possible, Now people put these beliefs and hopes in silly things like families and friendships. If you own a dog you believe that dog to be family, to care about you over everything else. But Loyalty goes as far as you can provide, a hungry dog needs to eat and if you're not the one feeding it...you're going to find a hitch in your relationship. Loyalty goes to those that provide, and in that, there is more of a so called family than anyone would lead you to believe. The men you see right now, we're all outcast. The unwanted parts of each of our homes, and I've brought them all together here to handle business. In return, they get money, they get success, and they get to do whatever it is they want as long as my business goes according to plan.

Tama Tonga: Ya Motha fuckers, ya see what we got rite up in here is a fuckin REAL ass Revolution. and now you sons of bitches are gonna find out real right quick who the fuck we is cause one by one we're takin over this bitch an

Tama is getting riled up but stops when he goes to take a step forward and Joe turns towards him. Tama looks at Joe and shakes his head nodding in agreement.

Tanga Loa: An we aint gonna stop until we've got this place on lock, and each and every one of you bitches that make up the locker room round here learn to respect our names.

Bad Luck Fale: You bitches can get in line, or get the fuck run over.

Joe adjust his tie as he clears his throat.

Bad Luck Fale: All ya sons of bitches, FUCK EM!

Samoa Joe: Now, before we get to any of that. There's something we need to establish. I am going to do whatever it takes to accomplish what needs to be done. And that means efficiency, that means commitment from each of you. I brought you all over from Japan to run as a unit, a well oiled machine designed to permanently bring change to the UWF.

All three men nod in agreement as Joe turns his back to the camera to look at his lineup.

Samoa Joe: Good, because there's one last bit of business we need to get to, and that's streamlining, the problem we have-

Joe suddenly jolts forward driving his head straight into Bad Luck Fales jaw, knocking his head back and dropping him to a knee. Tama and Tanga both look down at Fale in surprise, Joe is nonchalantly taking his suit jacket off and undoing the buttons of his sleeves to roll them up. Tama is looking at Joe and then at Fale not really sure what just happened, as Fale is holding his jaw. Joe measures up and throws straight jabs at Fales head sitting him down on the floor, Tama and Tonga grab Joe stopping him from going too crazy. Samoa Joe raises his hands up backing off as he tugs at his tie loosening it up and taking it off, The Tongans turn down to Fale and start to pick him up off the floor checking on him. Fale shakes his head a bit and suddenly stands up straight grabbing Joe by the throat, Fale looks ready to hit a Grenade on him and Joe just stares him back in the eye angrily, daring him to do it. Fale looks ready to strike, but Joe raises his hand up pointing to Fale with his finger like a gun. Before Fale can pull the trigger, Tama leaps up in the air hooking Fales head and dropping him with a Gun Stun on the floor. Tama arches his back immediately and writhes in pain, Joe crouches down and talks to the unconscious Fale.

Samoa Joe: See the problem we have is a lot of extra baggage, I got in contact with these two men and you came along as a stowaway. And as a favor to these two I allowed you to hang around, but you don't follow orders or know your place in line and because of that we're going to have to let you go. Boys.

Joe stands up straight and Tanga looks down at Fale reluctantly, Tama gets up holding his back and shakes his head at his brother. They both jump on Fale stomping away at him repeatedly, Tama drops down to his knees and starts smacking at Fales body with his arms and fist. Joe snaps his fingers and both men stop, breathing heavily as they stare down at their handiwork.

Samoa Joe: Turn him over.

Tanga Loa drops down and turns over Fales to his back. Joe steps up and stares down at Fale, lifting his knee up and dropping it straight down to the side of Fales head. Joe puts his hands on the floor and raises his leg up backwards and then drives it down to Fales head and neck again, he repeats this over and over again. Tama and Tanga both turn around, till only the echo of Joes breath as he keeps kneeing Fale on the side of the head in the room is heard. Finally stopping, Joe pulls Fale to sit up and locks him in the Coquina clutch. Bad Luck is already unconscious in Joes arms, but as Joes eyes roll to the back of his head Fale coughs up blood from his mouth. After a few more moments Joe lets go of the hold and lets Bad Luck Fale drop to the ground. Standing up, Tanga Loa picks up his suit jacket. Joe wipes at the blood splatter on his sleeves before cracking his neck and turning around. Tanga puts Joes suit jacket on him, Joe brushes off his suit cleaning himself up.

Samoa Joe: People are going to get hurt, it's an inevitability. I am good at what I do, and that's hurting other people. Finding how to tear down at their weaknesses, how to smother and dismantle the human body in the ring. It's not that I take pleasure in it, it's simply that it has to be done to rebirth this company with me at its helm. There have been set backs, speed bumps, and mistakes made along the way. But I've said it since I first showed up, I play the long game. And starting from now on, I am going to victimize this companies roster for denying me. Try and Stop what is inevitable, and you will learn your true place in the grand scheme of things. Bring your questions, bring your doubts, and bring your fight, because I can fight harder and longer than any one of you. And now with these two following my lead, there is nothing that can deny us. We are a Gangdom of Destruction, and we're coming back to UWF to finish what we started. So bundle up real tight and remember fondly on these few months of reprieve you were gifted because and sooner or later each and every one of you on the UWF Roster will feel and suffer from the wrath of G...O....D.

Joe walks off screen, Tama runs up and smacks the camera making it drop to the floor as the final image of the scene is of Fales motionless body on the ground.


The scene fades in mid photoshoot of the Velveteen Dream for the Forbes 30 by 30 magazine.
Velveteen Dream: Make sure you get the Dream's good side. Oh wait! The Dream is perfection from every angle!
The Dream chuckles as he poses for the next photo.
Camera guy: Real good, Dream. Just like that. Yep. Perfect! Now can we get a pose of you having your arms out like you're Razor Ramon flaunting his swag?
Velveteen Dream: Uh… The Velveteen Dream rather not imitate any of the nWo members. How about you not direct me and tell the Dream how to pose and let the Velveteen Dream Experience do it's magic!
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The cameraman sighs as the Dream takes charge of the photo op. The camera takes some final photos before speaking.
Camera guy: Well, I think we're done with the photos. Uh, we got an interviewer who wants to talk to you. You got a whole section dedicated to Dream Energy and your wrestling career. Just go through the curtain to your left.
The Dream nods as he puts on a shirt and walks over to the curtain for it to reveal Cathy Kelley! The Dream is pleasantly surprised as he sees her.

Velveteen Dream: Cathy! Why does the Dream have the honour to talk to you this fine morning? The Dream didn't know you did journalism for Forbes magazine.
The Dream has a sly smile as Cathy begins to speak.
Cathy Kelley: Haha, sometimes I need to take other jobs. UWF doesn't always get the bills paid, but that's enough about me. Today is about you! You are going to be in the latest edition of the Forbes 30/30 magazine and I've been assigned to interview. So let's start: “What made you get into wrestling?”
The Dream still has a smile starts to reminisce as he speaks.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream was seven years old. I remember papa Dream was watching Wrestlemania 19 and it was the main event. The Rock vs Stone Cold Steve Austin. That match had the Dream captivated and very sports entertained. Those two busted their butts off and the Rock had such charisma that I was hooked ever since. From then, the Dream would closely follow wrestling and at 18 I went on the indy circuit. Made my name known and five years later and here I am. The Dream is one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the UWF.
Cathy Kelley: Okay, well, since the year of being in the wrestling biz and the UWF general, what were some experiences that you've enjoyed and disliked? Any particular people that pushed you to push yourself?
Velveteen Dream: Yeah, Larry Sweeney. As much as the Dream doesn't like his work ethic or the people who he works with, it was him who pushed me to my fullest potential. Him and the Dream, we've put on some amazing matches against one another and if he didn't cheat all the time, he'd be up there as one of my favorite opponents, cause despite the fact he's a sleaze ball, the man can wrestle and him and I are magic when we get in that ring.
Velveteen Dream: Another person is Adam Cole. First guy the Dream faced and honestly the Dream saw something special between us. Like the relationship Scurll and the Dream had, but hey, if he didn't get injured by the Usos then the Dream wouldn't have been through one of my favorite rivalries with Scurll. Sometimes, things happen for a reason. It was him who got me to take my promo skills to a whole nother level. Speaking of Marty… Him as well. It's a shame the way things between us ended and he's forced to sit in jail, but if it wasn't for him, Dream Energy wouldn't even be a thing. The Dream really appreciates the time he's put into our partnership and without Scurll, the Dream wouldn't be who I am today.
Cathy Kelley: Okay Dream, let's now go over to your business and talk about Dream Energy. It is reported that you made Brian Robbins the CEO. How did you and him come about and how are you planning going about the company as it seems you're less involved?
Velveteen Dream: Robbins is the CEO. The Velveteen Dream wanted to expand my profits, so the Dream teamed with the president of Nickelodeon. He airs ads for Dream Energy FK (For Kids) and in return he gets 40% of the profits. He was practically co-owner at this point and the Dream has all the faith that Robbins will keep it's stock at the top. He runs Nickelodeon, he can run a energy company. The reason the Dream is less involved is because the Dream needs to focus on my dream job. Being a wrestler. And the Dream has his eyes on one thing right now and that's Richard Rude’s Intercontinental title.
Cathy Kelley: Well Dream final question: “What's in Dream Energy that makes it so tasty?”
Velveteen Dream: The Velveteen Dream Experience.
The Dream smiles as Cathy finishes up the interview. The Dream tries walking off, but she taps him on the shoulder. He turns around confused thinking it was done, but she ain't done.
Cathy Kelley: Sorry Dream, now that we got the interview done for the Forbes magazine. We got to film your segment for UWF. Just a quick video interview.
The Dream shrugs it off as Cathy asks more questions, but this time for the UWF Revolution.
Cathy Kelley: Hello everyone, I am Cathy Kelley and right now I am with the Velveteen Dream ahead of his recent win against Larry Sweeney. How do you feel? Some are saying your win was a bit overshadowed by Vinny, Scurll and Suzuki.
Velveteen Dream: It's fine. The Dream beat Sweeney. Took in my win and proved everything I said I would. The Dream collected Sweeney’s debt and right now, the Dream has so much momentum going against Rude. The Velveteen Dream bear Larry Sweeney once more and this time the Dream best him clean. So Richard Rude, the Dream hopes you were watching cause your faith is locked and sealed. What the Dream did to Sweeney will be the exact same to you. Treasure your time with that title, Richard Rude, because the Velveteen Dream is coming to take your spotlight like I did with Sweeney.
DREAM OVER!
The Velveteen Dream scurries off before any more questions are asked and Cathy not knowing what to do as she had more questions shrugs in frustration and Revolution rolls on.


The fans in the arena are enjoying the show. The titantron begins flicker when a message is shown

WARNING THE FOLLOWING TAPE WAS SENT INTO THE UWF OFFICES. WE DON’T KNOW THE CONFINES OF THIS TAPE. VIEWER DISCRECTION IS ADVISE


The scene flips and it is Silhouette. Silhouette begins to speak voice still muttered with a robot noise

Silhouette


Kenny Omega the best bout machine. People are asking why? Why, why, why is Kenny Omega the target of my wrath? Well like I said a picture is worth 1,000 words. Though I am not going to waste my words explaining now. Just know when the time comes you will know the key reason why. What I notice though was the emotion. The idea of me targeting Omega. It brought some of you with great excitement. You wanted me to face him. You don’t even know who I am. All I am is a mystery a ghost. Hell, I felt like a ghost over the past couple years.

Though you know who isn’t a Ghost to the fans? Kenny Omega. I mentioned his name and like I said people are enamored. They want to know what is next. They are asking on twitter who is it that can be attacking Kenny Omega? Who is it targeting Kenny Omega? Why Kenny Omega, but you notice how the people aren’t focusing on me. I don’t see silly fan rumors on how this is so and so. I don’t see Dave Meltzer reporting the news of this guy talking to UWF officials in the back. No all people care about is you Kenny. See that is what makes me sick. Here I am making my return and still it is all about you Kenny.

That isn’t the main reason why I am targeting you first. Like I said earlier the real answer why will come when it will come. Kenny I know you like games… Well Kenny do you want to play a game?

Silhouette turns the camera and he is holding a game cartridge



The cartridge is a popular Japanese video game Kenny Omega starred in called Kenny’s quest. Silhouette turns the camera back around.

Kenny’s quest. You know I found this in Japan. Look at Kenny a game featuring you. Where you’re the main character. You’re the hero. You’re the one who gets the job done and overcome everything in this game. It goes through all your trial and tribulations in your career. It lets you relive the best moments of Kenny Omega’s career. You people must think boy I better learn how to illegally get this game and play it. Well people this game is in Japanese so you need to learn that just like Kenny did. Don’t worry I hacked it so there is English in their for people.

So, what is this ending? Well that will be a spoiler. We don’t want to spoil the journey now. We still have a good amount of time. So how about we press start. Let’s load this up and let’s play the game… Oh and Kenny no cheat codes now.

The first image of color is shown as it is the start of the Kenny Quest video game




Tony Chimel: “Already in the ring, from Washington DC, weighing in at 290lbs, Batista!”



"Elevate" plays throughout the arena as the crowd begin to get unglued. The music riffs continue as Buddy Murphy emerges from the back receiving an astounding ovation from the crowd looking forward to the showcase...



Buddy Murphy's music keeps playing as he rushes out onto the ramp as he plays to the crowd, Murphy has a look of seriousness and determination. The crowd react positively to the debut of Australia's hottest wrestler. Murphy moves towards the ring with a strutt of confidence...



He stops before running towards the ring at full speed, Murphy in one swift motion slides under the bottom rope and onto the other side of the apron. Before taunting to the crowd yelling "The secret is out". Murphy pops through the ropes before turning to the ramp. Murphy sits up against the rope waiting for his challenge...

DING! DING!

The bell rings and the two opponent edge in closely to the middle of the ring. He then pokes at the chest of Batista and continues to taunt him. Batista then grabs the arm of Murphy and whips him towards the ropes. On returnal he gets laid out with a massive big boot from Batista, and Batista stands tall over Murphy.

Corey Graves: “Big boot laying out Murphy to start out this match!”

Batista then picks up Murphy by his head in a cravate type of hold, and then grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. Batista then takes a step back, scrapes his feet against the mat below his feet. He then runs at Murphy and crushes him into the corner with a massive corner clothesline. He then stumbles back slightly and lays in a knee to the midsection of Murphy, and then the other one, alternating, one after another after another.

Tom Phillips: “A smart strategy from Batista here setting this match in his pace early in the match. Not allowing the agile Buddy Murphy to get into his stride.”

Mauro Ranallo: “Very smart indeed, these knees from Batista are surely draining Buddy Murphy, and with no stamina he shall not be able to keep it at the pace he wants.”

Batista stops kneeing Murphy in the corner, and allows him to drift out of the corner. He then grabs him around the waist and lifts him into a side slam position. He then walks into the middle of the ring, looks out into the crowd cheering for this early dominance from Batista here. He then walks forward more and lays Murphy down to the mat with a hard side slam. He then hooks the leg of Murphy.

One…

Two…

Murphy kicks out at two from the early dominance from Batista. After the kick out Batista gets up to a knee, and then fully up to his feet. Batista then reaches down for Murphy grabbing a handful of hair, and then chucks him underneath his legs. He then looks around the arena, taunting up this move.

Corey Graves: “Could Batista knock off Buddy Murphy this quickly? He’s going for the Batista Bomb!”

Batista gets a stronger grasp around the midsection of Murphy and lifts him up for the powerbomb position, but Buddy Murphy flips over the top of Batista going for a sunset flip! Batista remains standing and then grabs Murphy by the neck and throws him up from under his legs. He then holds him high with his hands around his neck.

Mauro Ranallo: “That innovative counter attack seems to not have worked on Batista, and now it looks like Buddy Murphy is going to pay for it!”

Batista then throws Buddy Murphy across the ring, sending him crashing down in the corner area. The crowd are amazed by this amount of strength shown by Batista and Batista gloats in this amount of amazement. He then walks over to the corner in which Murphy lays, and then grabs him by the arm and leads him up to his feet.

He then pulls him in and lays him out with a short arm clothesline. He then leads him up once more to his feet and lays him out with another short arm clothesline. He then pulls him up again and finishes him off with the third short arm clothesline. Batista then kneels down and then hooks the leg of Murphy.

One…

Murphy kicks out at one from the domination of Batista, who brushes his face off in frustration of not being able to put him away. Batista then gains a hold of the waist of Buddy Murphy and squeezes the air out of him. He then gets up to his feet and then lets go of Murphy to allow him to stumble down to a knee.

Tom Phillips: “What will Batista pull out of the tank next?”

Mauro Ranallo: “More importantly, how will Buddy Murphy be able to recover and win this match?”

Batista grabs the arm of Murphy and whips him towards the ropes and pops him up for a release flapjack, but Murphy grabs a hold of the head of Batista and then lays him down with a DDT smashing him hard down to the mat. Murphy then rallies up the crowd with his hand and gets back up to his feet.

Tom Phillips: “Buddy Murphy on top now! Can he capitalise?!”

Murphy throws his arm up in the air and then grabs across the waist of Batista. He then postures more and lets out a scream of power. He then lifts Batista off the ground in a deadlift, and then throws him overhead with a massive german suplex sending him crashing down to the mat.

Murphy then gets back and lifts Batista up by his head, and then throws his arm over his shoulder, lifting him up for Murphy’s Law! And he hits it! He goes for the cover on Batista.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING! DING!

Tony Chimel: “Here is your winner via pinfall, Buddy Murphy!”



Murphy is celebrating his victory as an unfamiliar song burns throughout the arena.




Murphy looks confused for a second; A few moments pass before Murphy grins like the cheshire cat...




The camera cuts away to the entrance way as non other than the GODDESS Alexa Bliss stands tall atop the ramp clapping at the showcase Murphy displayed, Murphy rolls out of the ring as they meet half way up the ramp for an embrace. Murphy turns to the crowd raising his hand in victory with Bliss by his side. Bliss looks not happy as Murphy stands by her, Bliss raising the Microphone in her hands to her mouth to speak in a condescending manner...




Alexa Bliss:

Oh now you cheer that Buddy has shown you how great he is, He just didn't beat Batista he out wrestled, Out manned and just plain and simply was Buddy Murphy. I have always known this, The secret is out, You know what it shouldn't have been a secret, Buddy hasn't realized yet that you "Fans" are the reason he never main evented, You all just sit here clueless like little sheep, Now the secret is out Buddy will take on any challenger. Next week he will take out a bigger and badder man than the Animal, Batista.  Buddy is here to show everyone that he has what it takes to sit on the throne atop the UWF, Mark my words I am the Queen and Buddy Murphy is be THE King here in the UWF for the forseeable future.  I don't watch what I say so you better expect more truths...

Alexa Bliss drops the microphone before soaking in the boos from the audience, Murphy looks perplexed by some of the words, Murphy shakes it off as he turns around to leave as the crowd boo Alexa Bliss, Who just stands there smiling to the crowd.

The feed moves on...


The scene opens to see Nigel McGuinness suited up, sitting down at a desk and seemingly waiting for someone or something to happen. He then looks side to side at the rest of the people in the area, and then looks down at the desk.



A door is heard opening and then shutting harshly. He then raises his head, and looks through the mesh in front of him. He places his hands on this desk and then leans in looking intently through.

A man walks across in a blue jumpsuit, he then sits down. It’s the former UWF’s One and Only Villain, Marty Scurll. He rests back on his chair and then smiles sightly, but then slams his hand in a fist hard down on the table.

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Me spitting at you through this mesh wasn’t a clear enough statement for you to not come back here? Why did you come here?”

Nigel McGuinness: “I need some advice from you Marty.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Advice?! Advice?! Surely you’re kidding me mate? You’re the reason I’m locked up in this rathole anyway, and you have the cheek to come to me begging for advice. Pft, pathetic… why do you need it from me and not your new numpty mate Nev?”

There is a short silence as Nigel stares through the mesh, clearly at a miss on how to answer that question. Marty then begins to tap his fingers on the table, showing his lack of patience with this man who betrayed him.

Nigel McGuinness: “About that… I seem to have underestimated his ego. He’s getting way over his head Marty, and I don’t know how to control that. He’s even refusing to speak out on the UWF press conferences, I have to do all of them for him.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “If I had a pound for everytime someone did that, I’d be rich. I get it, your shitty mate realises how shitty you are so now you both sit at the same level, and you’re struggling to realise that?”

Nigel McGuinness: “No. It’s not like that. It’s not. I mean- uh… no. You wouldn’t understand, you’re a criminal.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “But you’re more of a criminal than myself?”

Nigel McGuinness: “Touché.”

There is once more a silence between the two men. The tension is more than clear, it was a huge mistake for Nigel to disrespect Marty earlier- wait, I’m a narrator, why am I giving insight into opinions?

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “They’ve been stalling the court date for a while now. I have a lawyer in mind, but it may be a bit complicated getting around to him. They’re saying the court date might be between June to August. It’s really not set in stone. I hate this place mate. I’ve been stranded out here, and I’ve hated every last minute. Why do you bother to fly back here? I mean Mexico ain’t exactly the most optimum place, especially this prison system.”

Nigel McGuinness: “I don’t know, I don’t really know why I bother. You’re not exactly optimum company and honestly, I don’t even know why they’ve been touring South America so long. I’ve never craved fast food more than on this tour.”

“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “I’m hoping by the time they return with weeklies in the US, I’d had a transfers over to US soil, as that’s where they’ve actually got shit on me. I just hope that I’ll get out of here fine. I mean after all, they’ll have to send me back in here after I get my hands on you.”

Nigel McGuinness: “I hate you too. Look, I’ve got better things to be doing so I’ll be off.”

Nigel gets up and leaves while Marty gets lifted up from his seat and then dragged to his jail cell. Nigel pulls up his phone to his ear and then continues to walk away.


Kenny Omega: C’mon! Ugh!

It’s been a hard couple of weeks for Kenny Omega. The man once renowned as UWF’s Hero, has lost the physical proof of that. With a nagging pair of injuries, he’s taken some time off. With a video game DLC lined up, business meetings of all sorts, and an upcoming match a week before Wargames, the Omegaman’s finally gotten some time to relax from the stress. As much as he can, that is. He’s seen sitting in his locker room in a chair, crouched over with a Playstation 4 controller in hand, and his thumbs jabbing at the front buttons in a frenzy as a melodic tune hums through the game system, and the screen shows his 8-bit self blasting through a boss! He hits the L1 button, and the minature Omega suddenly transforms his knee into a cybernetic cannon on the back heel!

8-Bit Kenny Omega: V-TRIGGERRRRRRR!.

Suddenly, he’s boosted forward with the canon and hits the V-Trigger, SMASHING the robot master into a billion pieces!

Kenny Omega: Wo-hoo! YES!

STAGE COMPLETE!

Omega wipes his face and leans back, taking a victory breath, and then sits up too look at the camera.



Kenny Omega: Who’d think it’d be hard to play yourself in a video game? You know, it’s been a tough couple of weeks, but props too the guys ‘n’ gals over at the Capcom offices for putting me in their game. I mean, wow, just look at the effort. Almost my entire movesets in this thing, the music and graphics have been kicked up by a thousand, and the robot masters have been challenging. It’s just how I like my games.

He smiles, sighing with relief. They sure did good, but then; he gets a wisecrack of a grin.

Kenny Omega: But ya know, it would be even better if that was Kevin Steen’s face I just blew into a bunch of little pieces with a V-Trigger. See Kev, I’m hearing what you’re throwing, but like poison mushrooms in Super Mario, I’m hopping over them and going right for the flagpole. For you, my words are like those poison mushrooms, and you’ve been scooping them up and eating them like chips. It’s pretty clear they’re working, because you my friend were steaming mad. Swearing, spitting, clearly anger management wasn’t apart of your therapy.

Omega leans forward a bit, his elbow on his knee, his chin in his hand, as he thinks carefully.

Kenny Omega: But quitting while you’re ahead sure was, wasn’t it? Your little walkout Big Kev was all I needed to confirm that I had this in the bag. Call it confidence all you want, but I’ve got a good few reasons to be that way. It ain’t every day I get too correct someone and make em sorry they spoke a word. Ya talk about rights left and… right, but the whole judging morality schitck’s been kinda done and over with. While everyone’s trying too fight the nWo, I’m just doing my own thing. Not everything runs on you Kevvy, yeesh.

Omega rolls his eyes in a sarcastic manner, still being uber smug as he picks his controller back up.

Kenny Omega: Spit on my shoes all ya like, get in those last few words when you know you’re beaten, it’s not gonna help come tonight when I’m embarrassing you in the ring. The best part is, I don’t even thinking I need to do much more then call you tubby too get your shoulders on the mat too start cryin’. Face it, you’re gonna have too get your emotions in check before you can defeat my V-Trigger. Bwuha! Bwuha! Bwuhaaaahahahaaaaaa!

There’s an odd silence after that evil laugh, Omega bringing his head down too realize he was even doing one.
Kenny Omega: Huh… they should’ve casted me as a villain at this point.

Omega shudders at the thought, fires off an imaginary finger gun at the camera, and goes back too his video game.




Teddy Hart makes his way onto the ramp with his cat in his hand, Hart taunts to the crowd as he points to the titantron, Hart makes his way to the ring nonchalently. As he makes his way around the steps he calls over a UWF Crew member, He pushes his cat on the poor man as he rolls into the ring playing to the crowds distain. He does this for a moment before getting bored, Hart relaxes up against the corner turnbuckles...

Tony Chimel: "In the ring a minion of the infamous Dr.Cube, He is from Calgary, Canada... Teddy Hart"

Tony Chimel:"And his opponent..."


The crowd anticpate as they begin to chant "Delete"

Tony Chimel:"From Cameron, North Carolina, MATTTT HARDY"



Hardy comes out with his arms wide leading the UWF Universe in a "DELETE" Chant, He slowly makes his way to the ring as the crowd keep up the deletes, Hardy plays to the crowd before suddenly realising something on the otherside of the ring...

Hardy rushes around the ring before looking at the poor crew member, Hardy points to the cat as if it's offended him, Hardy begins to go back and forth with the cat. The argument is about to go violent as Hart stands on the turnbuckles yelling down at Hardy to get in and lose.

"No You, Mr Benjamin"



Hardy with one final glare looks at the cat he get's onto the apron, He moves between the ropes, Hardy playing to the crowd as his music dies down. Hardy removes his jacket before getting ready to fight.

Tom Phillips:"We are ready to begin this is going to be good!"

DING DING DING 

The bell rings as both men circle the ring, Both men move in to lock up, They lock arms as Hart sends up a knee to the chest of Hardy sending him back onto his rear, Hart looks for an opening as Hardy moves around to all fours like a dog, Both men methodically move around the ring, Hardy periodically snaps towards Hart showing his teeth. Teddy moves in attempting to punt kick Hardy while on all fours, Matt quickly hugs onto the leg as he bites down, Hart begins to scream in pain as he attempts to release the bite. Teddy begins to send short punches to the head of the man biting him. Hardy lets go after a single punch, He quickly recoils to the corner of the ring as he stands to his feet as the crowd chant "Delete", Hart shakes off his leg as Hardy moves in quickly attempting to lock up, He sends up a boot to the groin of Hardy sending him packing over himself. The referee pushes in front of Hart as he raises his hands acting like nothing happened. The referee points to his chest signalling his authority.

Mauro Ranallo:"Hart going low so early on how despicable!"

Tom Phillips:" How dirty can you get Teddy, No Remorse what so ever. He should be disqualified!"

Corey Graves:"Tom are you even watching, Hardy bit Hart turn around is fair game... "

Hart moves over as he clasp the head before placing it in his armpit, He cinches back lifting the man to his feet before twisting on the neck, Hart lifts Hardy to a vertical base as he stalls a few seconds before falling back and planting Matt hard into the canvas, Teddy hooks both legs before attempting a cover...


One...!


Two...!


Hardy powers out at Two!

Mauro Ranallo:"Hardy kicking just out at Two, The force of that vertical suplex would of put down better men, Not today Hart!"

Teddy looks in awe at the defiance coming from the Broken one, He swiftly moves to his feet as he turns to see Hardy using the ropes to lift himself to his feet, Hart moves over to the man before gripping his hand before attempting to whip him into the corner with power, Hardy turns it around ending up sending Hart flying towards the ropes with great speed, Hart quickly uses this momentum to run up the ropes where he stops for a second before looking back at Hardy right in the crash zone, Hart uses the ropes to moonsault over with grace, Hardy has little time to reverse this as their bodies collide with great pressure sending both men crashing into the canvas with force, Hart able to crawl over Hardy before hooking one leg over Hardy's own head....

Corey Graves:"Hardy's not going to be able to kick out it's over..."

One...!

Two...!

..T

No!, Hardy kicks out at 2.7!

Mauro Ranallo:"High impact move after another one WHERE IS HE GETTING THE POWER TO KICK OUT!"

Mauro Ranallo:"No second guessing here as Hart is quickly moving into the finish off this match after that miracle. " 

Hart quickly rolls off Hardy into the corner where he quickly ascends the top rope, Hart looks around as the crowd realize he is going for it, Teddy takes the leap of faith, Hart rotates mid air as he is at the end of the rotation, Hardy rolls to safety last second leaving Hart to crash hard into the canvas where the ring bends to the impact zone, Hardy looks to Hart who is laid out in the crevice as he smiles with his broken smile...

Mauro Ranallo:"CRASH AND BURN"

Tom Phillips:"Hardy taking this opportunity moving straight onto Hart like a dog..."

Hardy quickly moves forward on all fours as he uses his arms to push his upper body up, Matt grabs hold of the ears of Ted, Hardy raises the limp Hart to his feet before placing his head in his arms before twisting around, He brings Hart down to the canvas hard, Hardy hooks both legs with gusto...

Corey Graves:"OH NO!"

One...!

Two...!

Hart kicks out to the surprise of everyone!

Corey Graves:"Hart having the heart to kick out with power, I had no doubts..."

Tom Phillips:"I believe that as much as I believe that Hardy is a sane individual, Corey!"

Hardy sits back on his legs as he begins to laugh, "HA HA HA HA" Hardy becoming more broken and twisted as he lifts himself up to his feet, He grabs onto the ears of Hart, YANKING him straight to his feet almost ripping his ears from the head. Hardy keeps hold of the ear with one hand as he winds back sending his fist upwards into the sternum of Hart, He relentlessly doesn't let up, Hardy winds up for one more but he is met with a knee to the abdomen from Hart out of nowhere, Hardy is hurt but decides to ignore it as he pushes Hart into the ropes, Hart is sent across the ring. Hart rebounds off the rope ducking under a lariat attempt, Hardy turns around to see Hart running up the ropes, He takes a moment on the top rope before flying backwards, As Hart rotates in the air Hardy quickly moves ducking under the moonsault, Hardy gets hold of the ropes, As behind him Hart lands on his two feet. Hardy turns around with his arms out, "THAT WAS.... WONDERFUL, YEaSSSS" the crowd cheer as Hart not looking pleased as he runs at Hardy, Hardy ducks his head under the arm of Hart before planting him into the ring with force...

Mauro Ranallo:"SIDE EFFECT WITH THE ILL EFFECTS, Hardy not going for the pin what in gods name does he have planned!"

Hardy rallies to his feet as the crowd are hot, Hardy begins swinging his arm out wildly, The crowd begin to chant in unison, "DELETE DELETE" Hardy joins in as he stalks Hart who is slowly stumbling onto his stomach, He begins to push himself up onto all fours as Hardy stops the motion half way through, The crowd stops on command as Hart finally get's to his feet. Hardy launches the last arm motion out as the crowd yell "DELETE", Hardy ducks under the arm of Hart having his hand around his chest lifting him up and planting him into the ground. Hardy locks in an ice pick as Hart struggles in the hold. Hardy cinches back with a broken smile as Hart begins to fade, Hart is fading as Hardy cinches back even harder, Hart begins to use his legs to drag both men towards the ropes, Hardy cinches back once more as Hart begins to smack his hand on the shoulder of Hardy with urgency, The referee calls for the bell...

Tom Phillips:"Hart is tapping HART IS TAPPING, Setting back the plans of domination from Dr Cube just a little here tonight..."

DING DING DING
 




Hardy releases as the bell rings through out the arena, Hardy rolls off Hart looking to the crowd happy with what he has just done, Hardy leads the chant swinging his arm out, "DELETE DELETE DELETE"the crowd are pleased with Hardy's win as his theme continues throughout the arena. Hardy rolls out of the ring as he moves towards the official holding Hart's cat, Hardy takes it from his hands before looking at it and shaking his head in agreement, Hardy hands the cat back before moving onwards as Hart sits in the corner thinking over his loss...


With the action of tonight, the camera cuts to our commentary team.
Tom Phillips: “Well, with a quick break in the action we wanted to take you to a video from earlier today.”
Corey Graves: “Straight off the set of Arrow, The Miz seemed to have some choice words for Aleister Black, if we could roll the footage…”
The camera then cuts to the titantron, the video just starting off.

The Miz: ”Aleister Black...funny how wrong words can be, isn’t it? Last week, you went off on me about calling you a disappointment for your performance in the Royal Rumble. You told the fans, the Mizfits in the crowd of Rio De Janeiro all about how I was the one to come to you with the offer to align with me, as if it was a bad thing! As if to say that I, The Miz, the Most-Must See Superstar in UWF History...was a coward, for trying to align with you?”
Miz smirks, before continuing.
Miz: ”I don’t like it when words are twisted to fit narratives, Aleister. All that was, was a business proposition: me and you work together to take out the nWo, and I carry you further into the match than you could’ve made it on your own, since your Austrian bodyguard wasn’t around to save you. And guess what? I was right, you couldn’t make it far enough on your own. Don’t be blaming me for having a better luck of the draw than you, blame yourself for not lasting all the way to the 29th entrant to live up on the check your mouth made, that your ass couldn’t check. But please, do go on about eliminating 1/10th of the field and having an injured leg, it almost makes it seem like for once in your career you were actually impressive in a match! But let’s see here, who was it that was in the final four of that match? Who was it that eliminated not just a former UWF Champion, but also permanently retired King Nothing? Not you, I did. And who was it that, had it not been for Joey Janela stealing my moment, would have eliminated Kevin Nash? Oh right, again, it was me.”
The fans in attendance boo, but obviously it cannot be heard as Miz continues.
Miz: ”So you want to say that I’m the one who’s dying on a hill that you’re a disappointment? Alright, fine, if that is what telling the truth is called nowadays, then I’m fine with it, because at least I’m not complaining about an awards show that I won an award on. I mean, how ungrateful, calling The Mizzy Awards a travesty even after winning the award for Biggest Rising Star! Oh, sure, I still disagree with it, but the committee decided that you deserved it...and yet, you still complain like a child throwing a tantrum at the store because their parent won’t buy them the toy they want.
Oh, but to add onto the comedy from what you said, you go on and say that you know how to beat the nWo...if that was the case, then why did you lose to Hall and Nash the same night? Oh, right, because you’re fooling yourself. You can’t beat them, not like I can. Sure, you can get some lucky victories, maybe with the help of WALTER, but can you defeat them without needing interference or some form of odds being evened? I know I can, after all, look at how I had defeated Edge mere weeks before he joined the nWo! And if you want to believe that that is just a one-off victory against them, well, you’ll certainly be able to watch when I lead my squadron to victory at Wargames.”
Miz puts back on his sunglasses, and continues to look dead ahead at the camera.
Miz: ”SO if you want to call it dying on a hill, to be telling the truth of how much of a disappointment you are, then fine. I’ll be glad to die on that hill, because it is one they’d build a statue of me on since the history books will show that I was right. That I did call you as being a disappointment, a flash in the pan, a hotshot who bit the dust when he challenged a real titan of the UWF, when he got too big for his britches and decided to call out King Awesome himself, and trembled as the clouds opened up, thunder struck down on the ground below him and seeing The Miz descend from the heavens, inspiring awe to those within a radius of many, many miles. So I will tell you once, Aleister...don’t make this any bigger than it has to. I’ve already got my eyes set on the actual tattooed maniac of the UWF, I don’t need to be wasting time fighting the European knockoff.”
Miz then leans back in the chair he’s sitting in during this, hand behind his head.
Miz: ”BUT if you really are wanting to take me on, then fine. If your words are anything to judge your in-ring skill by, then I just know you’re going to end up like everybody else who has used the line of Maryse going back to Rick Rude. Lying on the mat, looking at the lights, with the UWF’s superstar shining brightly after he drove your head into the mat with a Skull Crushing Finale.”
Assistant Director: “ALRIGHT, BREAK’S OVER! EVERYONE BACK ON SET!”
Miz: ”Oh, there’s my queue...I’ll be seeing you Mizfits later…”
The video then ends, the camera feed going back to the announcers.
Mauro Ranallo: “Strong words from The Miz, directed straight at Aleister Black. It’s going to be very interesting to see how this all plays out…”
With the final words said by Mauro, the camera feed moves on…..


BWING BWING…
BWING BWING…

??: “Hello?”

Nigel McGuinness: “Hey Rob, this is Nigel calling. I just wanted to call to see if you were still interested, and to apologise for Adrian’s rude behaviour last week.”

Rob Zombie: “Nah… I’m kinda over it. Besides, that guy is a huge dick. Who does he think he is? He was talking like he was god himself.”

Nigel McGuinness: “Are you sure you don’t want to come down with us? I- we’d be very interested in having you on the road with us.”

Rob Zombie: “Look man, if it involves that guy, I ain’t interested. I mean if you’ve got anything else happening, I’d surely look into it.”

Nigel McGuinness: “I don’t really… but it’s ok. I’ll have to make a few more calls, I have a guy in mind but he might be a bit hard to win over. Alright, see ya man.”

Rob Zombie: “See you later.”


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, at a combined weight of 479 pounds, the USOS!

There's a big pop for Jimmy and Jey, united again in tag team action here tonight. They step out of the ring and gesture to the fans for a few moments.

Tony Chimel: And the opponents...




"All My Life" hits the PA, the iconic riff pulsing like a heart rate monitor registering on someone who's just stoked as heck. In that vein, the fans go freakin' bonkers as Aim For The Bushes runs out on to the ramp. Jeff Hardy waves his arms around like he does, while Juice puts an eye to his brow and scans the arena, taking in every single face and every single mind that they're about to blow. The boys high-five their way down the ramp while their song rocks through the speakers.

Tony Chimel: At a combined weight of 445 pounds, Jeff Hardy and Juice Robinson... AIM FOR THE BUSHES!

As AFTB continue to hype up the crowd from inside the ring, the Usos talk strategy and the official conducts some last-minute checks of the ring before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Mauro Ranallo: This great matchup is going underway! This should be a classic!

The bell rings and Jey and Juice start the match. With both teams looking to prove themselves they nod to signal respect and lockup. Juice is quick to get the advantage with a waistlock. Jey tries to pry the hands of Juice off, but it's no use as Juice has a strong grip and refuses to give up. Juice works him down to the ground and quickly transitions over to Jey’s head and wrenches tight.

Tom Phillips: Starting off slow here tonight. Juice trying to wear down Jey early for later into the match. The beginning is crucial and can be a game changer.

As Tom finishes Jey works his left arm over Juice’s head and reverses the pressure as he begins to tightly squeezes Juice’s head. Jeff starts clapping in the corner and gets the crowd too to give give Juice a confidential boost. Juice begins working himself up to a knee and Jey to a vertical base still holding the head.

Juice starts putting right blows into Jey’s abdomen. After a few shots, Jey let's go and backs off to hold his abdomen region in pain. Juice takes advantage and lifts Jey into a fireman carry takedown. Jey sits up and holds his back in pain. Juice bounces off the ropes and hits a low dropkick to the back of the Uso!

Juice doesn't wait at all and quickly grapples Jey to his corner. Jeff tags himself in as Juice holds Jey in the corner. Jeff backs up into the Usos corner for a running start, but it's a mistake as Jimmy starts talking trash to get Jeff's attention. It distracts Jeff for a second, but it's long enough for Jey to begin powering through Juice and runs Juice into Jeff sending Jeff back first into the Uso's corner. Juice falls and rolls out and Jeff falls down into the bottom turnbuckle.

Mauro Ranallo: You can't get distracted, not even for a second. Because all they need is one moment to take advantage.

Corey Graves: This is what happens when you take your eyes off the prize, Jeff!

Jey begins stomping into Jeff. Repeated stomps and tags in Jimmy. Jimmy continues the stomps and then tags Jey back in. Before Jimmy exits though, him and Jey coordinate towards the other corner and Jimmy shouts “UCE!” and Jey responds “OH!” Jimmy runs up and hits the hip attack on Jeff and Jey follow suits. Jey pulls Jeff out of the corner and begins to climb to the top rope looking for the Uso Splash. Before he can, Jeff begins rolling out of the way forcing Jey to goto the other corner. Jey climbs up, but it was all a ruse as he went into the opponent's corner!

Juice is finally back up and as Jey is balancing himself on the top rope, Juice runs from the apron and pushes him off to the outside. Jey hits the floor hard and Juice quickly goes after Jey and rolls him in the ring. Jeff, finally getting back to his feet, grabs Jey and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Jey is on the rebound, Jeff hits a Sleeper Slam! This takes the wind out of both men and Jimmy is begging for the tag.

Tom Phillips: Jimmy wanting to get back into this match!

Jeff gets to his feet while Jey crawl towards his corner. Jeff grabs Jey by the legs, but Jey turns onto his back and pushes Jeff off with his feet. Jeff stumbles back and Jey leaps for the hot tag!

Mauro Ranallo: HERE WE GO!”

Jimmy comes rushing in, but Jeff sees it coming and ducks under an incoming jumping lariat! Both men turn around and Jeff goes for a kick! Jimmy catches it and shakes his head with vicious eyes as in saying “I got you now!” Before Jimmy can take advantage, Jeff spins and hits a Mule Kick! This sends Jimmy into the bottom turnbuckle of AFTB’s side and Jeff goes over and hits a nasty Hardyac Arrest! Jimmy rolls out of the corner and Jeff tags Juice back in.

Jeff gets Jimmy up and hits a suplex while Juice runs the ropes to hit a Running Senton! Juice hooks the legs!

ONE!

TWO-

Jimmy kicks out!

Juice pounds the ground in frustration believing that was it, but he doesn't fret for too long as he goes back on the offense. He begins ground and pounding Jimmy before getting him back to his feet and hitting an over the head belly to belly suplex!

Corey Graves: And it's been all AFTB currently. The Usos may be looking straight out of luck here tonight!”

Tom Phillips: Do not count out the Usos. They've got hearts of lions and they need this win to be in the back of Drake Maverick’s mind for challengers of whoever wins the UWF tag titles Sunday!

Jey is back in his corner. He's shouting words of encouragement to Jimmy, but it seems it's too late as Jimmy wreaths in pain as he works his ways to a knee. As Juice comes back over though, Jimmy smacks Juice that sends Juice to stumble a bit from being caught off guard. Furious, Juice comes running at him, but Jimmy moves out the way sending Juice shoulder first into the Uso’s corner.

Mauro Ranallo: This is what Jimmy needs. He needs to make the tag!

Instead of making the tag though, Jimmy runs over to the opposite corner and cheapshots Jeff off the apron. The ref tells Jimmy off, but while the ref is slightly distracted, Jey knees Juice who's still on the corner! Juice finally falls back and groggily stumbles into a running forearm from Jimmy. Comeback time! Juice gets up from adrenaline and Jimmy hits another forearm then another then the fourth time Jimmy dropkicks Juice. Sending Juice into the corner of neither team. Jimmy bounces off the opposite turnbuckle and hits a big corner splash on Juice.

Tom Phillips: This may be looking to be the end of AFTB! Jeff needs to get into this urgently.

Juice falls back and positions himself towards Jeff. Jimmy thinking fast and drags Juice towards the opposing corner and tags Jey. Jey gets Juice up and hits a low Superkick to the gut of Juice that sends Juice bending over. Jimmy, who climbed on the second rope, hits a double ax handle. Juice stumbles into Jey who hits a big Samoan Drop. ! The Uso covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

NO JEFF BREAKS IT UP!

Jey gets upset and goes to attack Jeff with a Superkick, but Jeff just makes it out of dodge and side steps it and hits a reverse Twist of Fate!

Corey Graves: And the ref is losing all control of this match! Jeff isn't even the legal man! Get him out!

As Graves says this, the ref begins doing his duties and forcing Jeff out the ring saying he'll DQ their team if he doesn't comply. Jeff gets out and by now, Juice crawls over and tags in Jeff. Jey still out cold and is in the perfect position of the Swanton Bomb, but Jeff wants to make sure Jey stays down. He goes over to the legs of Jey and hits a midsection Leg Drop! Jey holds his midsection in pain. Jeff quick to the top rope and he hits the Swanton Bomb! He covers and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO-

Jimmy breaks it up by dragging Jeff off!

Juice couldn't get in, in time to break it up due to exhaustion! Jeff has a look of shock on his face as he knew that was it. Jimmy trash talks saying “We ain't losing, Uce. Not my on my watch!” Jimmy exits back to the Uso's corner and begins banging on the turnbuckle to get his brother to wake up. Jeff picks up Jey and holds him in AFTB’s corner. Jeff tags in Juice and Jeff Irish whips Jey straight into a vertical delayed suplex. He can't hold it long from exhaustion and hits the move.

Mauro Ranallo:OUCH!

Tom Phillips: That's at least 10 to 12 feet in the air! That's gonna hurt!

Both men are laying out tired. Juice is the first to stir to go for a cover, but Jey has rolled away towards his corner. Jimmy tags himself in and Juice gets up to get hit by a springboard crossbody! Jimmy is hyping himself up. Getting the crowd on his side. It's mixed as the crowd love both men, but he's get some cheers. As Juice gets up, Jimmy works behind and positions him towards the middle of the ring. He hits him with Full Nelson Bomb! Juice holds his rear in pain and Jimmy goes over and puts him in a seated headlock!

Tom Phillips: Jimmy Uso trying to wear out Juice. Will Juice tap here?

The fans start clapping and so does Jeff to give Juice encouragement to get out once more. As Juice begins to work himself to get out of it, Jimmy doesn't allow it and hits a full Nelson suplex!

Mauro Ranallo: Another Nelson variation. Jimmy getting accustomed to those types of move, and who can blame him! They're effective!

Corey Graves: I blame him! There are much hard hitting moves. Out there. Try a Dragon Suplex or something!

Jimmy goes over and tags in Jey. Jimmy picks up Juice and throws him into Jey who hits a big running Power Slam!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

KICK OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Frustration kicks in and he begins hitting stomp after stomp on Juice. He yells at Juice to get up. He wants to finish it right here, right now. He knows the Uso need this win and this will be a huge momentum boost for them. Juice gets up and Jey Irish whips him. When Juice hits the ropes, Jeff sneakily tags in Juice and Jimmy pulls down the ropes sending Juice to the outside. As Juice is selling his back, Jey runs the ropes, but Jeff taps him on the back to get his attention. Jey hits an uppercut sending Jeff off the apron and Jimmy gets in the ring. Both men run the ropes and Jey jumps to hit a big running plancha on Juice and Jimmy jumps to hit a suicide dive on Jeff on the other side! All men seem to be out!

Mauro Ranallo: Things are getting heated!”

Tom Phillips: As the kids would say: “Things are about to become lit!”

Corey Graves: TOM! NO! STOP! SHUT UP, TOM!

As the commentary team is trying to hold back laughter from Tom trying to be hip, Jimmy and Jey rolled in AFTB into the ring. Lining then up for the end! The Usos go for Superkicks but both Jeff and Juice reverse the moves and synchronize into their finishers! Juice hits Pulp Fiction and Jeff hits the Twist of Fate! Both men cover, but the ref counts Jeff’s pin, as he's the legal man.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING! HERE'S YOUR WINNERS… AIM FOR THE BUSHES!





Jeff and Juice go up to the turnbuckle and celebrate after such a grueling match! The Usos roll out and count their losses for the night.

Mauro Ranallo: Big win for AFTB and this will most definitely put them in line for a title shot for the UWF tag championships against either DIY or the Outsiders after WarGames!

Tom Phillips: A classic to be remembered! If you're just tuning in: Welcome to UWF Revolution! AFTB just beat the Usos in a grueling matchup as Revolution rolls on!

Revolution rolls on with a final fade out of Jeff and Juice celebrating!



Kaval:”Ok boys the physical training is done for today let’s pull out some anime and analyze the fight scenes, while i will simultaneously be going trough a bunch of fighting games seeing if i can gain an advantage on the NWO. So what we got.

Boar and Grado look puzzled but shrug as the camera shows them in a room with an old tv and a switch.

The Proletariat Boar:”Boss was this the reason why you made me bring my anime stache and my switch? How is this even training?”

Before Kaval can even answer the question, a voice is heard.

Becky Lynch: Well, well well, just the man I was looking for.

The camera turns to the left to show none other than Becky Lynch.



Becky Lynch: Low Ki and the World Warriors. Big win last week. The way you stomped down on Batista, thought for sure he'd crap his pants!

Kaval:”Oh well thanks Becky but if you wouldn’t mind we are kind of doing something important here.”

Grado:”Yeah because watching One Punch Man and playing Guilty Gear Xrd is very important!”

Becky Lynch: Easy there fella, I jus heard you were takin' on the NWO and thought maybe you could use a little extra backup. No offense to these guys but I've won all my matches in UWF so far. Unfortunately I'm still tied to this managerial contract and I'm not allowed to be a singles competitor. However you agree to let me become a World Warrior, I can see me leadin' them to take' on the newly minted tag champs. Say we win and we freebird rule those suckers. Drake sees how good I am and I get this manager contract turned into an active competitor one. I get what I want and you've got another strong warrior in ur corner.

The Proletariat Boar: “Well it is a good offer, she fits all the requirements, shes a different nationality to fit the whole World thing. She’s kind of a goof ball, and she has a point. She could help us get some gold.”

Kaval:”So you wanna be a World Warrior? You sure your not running to us because Sami rejected you?”

Becky Lynch: Look, Sami ain't got nothin' to do with this. I only went to him first because we were friends. Truth is, I've always wanted to be a World Warrior. Even back on Resistance but I was stuck with that loser Punk. I can help you guys, I dislike the NWO as much as you. So what do you say?

Before Low Ki can even answer, Sami Zayn comes into frame from the right.



Sami Zayn: Kaval! There you are, I've been wanting to go over our gameplan for Wargames. Oh hey Becky, what are you doing here?

Becky Lynch: Oh nothin', Ur jus lookin' at the newest member of the World Warriors!

Becky stand there proud while Kaval gives her an annoyed look.

Kaval:”I never agreed but I saw your points and I will have to say.....no for know. Maybe talk to us after Wargames or something ok Becky? Now as you were saying Sami?”

Becky tries hard not to look disappointed and embarrassed but it still shows.

Becky Lynch: No problem, I've got more than enough offers for my services anyways.

Becky leaves Sami and the World Warriors to talk among themselves.

Sami Zayn: Well that was weird. Anyways, I wanted to talk about the order of us coming out. So I don't know who gets the advantage of which team gets a reinforcement first but I wanted to-

The feed fades out while Sami strategizes with Kaval as the show continues on.



The titantron goes from the typical Revolution graphic to a somewhat disturbing sight, that of three nooses hanging from the gallows, a full moon present behind it. The camera slowly begins moving downwards to reveal Aleister Black and WALTER, in the middle of some sort of rural town on fire. Figures dressed in deer masks and robes dance around the burning wreckage off in the distance.

Aleister cracks his knuckles and looks as if he's about to say something, but he hesitates for a moment, and looks back at WALTER, who proceeds to start by motioning back to Black and speaking.

WALTER: Victus...

Footage of Finn Balor and Aleister eliminating Jonah Rock flashes on the titantron.

WALTER: Venit...

This time, footage of Black eliminating Kaval is shown.

WALTER: Videns.

The final word then cues footage of Black eliminating Gargano. Aleister then steps forward into the light to speak, quite pissed about what happened last week.



Aleister: Veni. Vidi. Vici. Veni. Vidi. Vici. Do you know what that means? Do you?

He pauses for a moment to regain his composure before raising the Television Championship.

Aleister: Mere weeks after I debuted, I won this very title, I went undefeated, I eliminated three people from the Royal Rumble, and me and WALTER have taken it to the complacent morons in the NWO. All of that... all of those achievements, and yet we failed. We fell to the likes of Scott Hall and Kevin Nash. Those false prophets... those snakes in the grass.

He begins clapping, almost grinning sadistically.

Aleister: Congratulations, nWo. Through several low blows and your little partners in crime Edge and Christian rigging their match with me, you finally found a way to achieve the impossible. I didn't think it would happen myself. You must be so proud of yourselves. You must just be ecstatic. You'll talk about it for weeks upon weeks, how you finally bested the New Sumerian Death Squad. You'll conveniently forget the four times I beat your group. You'll ignore me getting hit with the '68 Comeback Special and shrugging it off like it was nothing. You'll ignore me finally restoring justice in the 4-man battle royale the first week I was absent from Revolution TV, and all of the grimy little worms feeding off of my name to keep their pathetic careers afloat like Buddy Murphy and Miz will constantly rave on about it. But you see...

He begins to break into laughter, shaking his head.

Aleister: I know a little something you don't. You nWo scum, you think you can simply rid us from this company after one match. But retribution... has no deadline. No, we are very patient. And we will sit back. We'll watch people like Neville who have lost every single match they've had get title matches just for stealing a little briefcase. We'll observe as washed-up old Japanese men like Suzuki who might have vaguely resembled a threat twenty years ago get a chance at the big one while someone like me who has only lost once starves at the bottom of the card. And we'll laugh as they all fall one by one.

You people in the crowd, you think that my undefeated streak was vital to who I am. You think that without it I am doomed to fail and yet you couldn't be any further from the truth. The streak was complimentary. A testament to how good I am. And when every last contender falls and I'm the only one left, I'll show you how good I really am by fashioning the tops of their skulls into punch bowls. By leaving no survivors.

He punctuates the last sentence by staring into the camera. He steps back and looks to the floor for a second before speaking again.

Aleister: Everybody's asking what our plans our for the future. We sure as hell aren't going to be on Wargames thanks to Steve Austin thinking picking a hack who has come up short against the nWo time and time again like the Miz was a good idea. So what's next for us? Just look at what we've done in the past. All of that will be enacted upon this roster tenfold. I assure you, we will be waiting for our chance to strike. Do you think that glorified Jason Voorhees cosplayer with a dust bunny on their head, Vinny, is really going to be enough defeat them? Do you think the Miz will finally achieve his pathetic boyhood dream and finally win it? No. We are the only ones who can defeat the nWo, and when our time comes, we will be ready. Wrestlemania... Backlash, it doesn't matter. And if I have to sacrifice this title on my shoulder just to get an opportunity at their title, so be it. Just know this.

He grabs the camera and stares directly into it yet again.

Aleister: To those in the nWo, your huddled masses of sad individuals sitting from the comfort of your little Pitbull concerts and laughing at the people who win damn near every week they're on TV, there is one single fate I have planned for all of you:

I will bury you. Six. Feet. Deep.

He drops the camera. As it hits the ground, the feed turns into nothing but static. Eventually, it cuts to the New Sumerian Death Squad's logo.



Revolution returns to the normal graphic as cameras head elsewhere.





As Kanye West's "Power" hits the arena soundsystem, the fans respond in a very mixed way, knowing the man who is about to emerge from the back. Out comes Revolution General Manager Drake Maverick, no smile on his face but a microphone in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He heads straight down the ramp to the ring as some of the fans cheer him, but the majority are jeering him. Maverick seems unperturbed by this, his focus locked on the squared circle, and he climbs the ring steps and enters before placing the briefcase on a table and turning his microphone on to address the fans.



DRAKE MAVERICK
Good evening, UWF Universe, and I hope you are enjoying yourselves here with another action-packed night of the Revolution!

Drake pauses for an anticipated pop but the remark garners no love for Maverick. The fans see through the pandering and continue to boo him. He shakes his head and resumes.

Very well then. You all know why I am here. For the past several weeks, eight teams have been vying for the opportunity to lay claim to the UWF World Tag Team Championship titles and now, after those weeks of competition, we have narrowed the field down to just two contending teams: The Outsiders and DIY. To say I am surprised by this outcome, frankly, would be a lie. We all knew that the New World Order's finest would rise to the top, and on the other side of the bracket, the most tenacious pair prevailed in DIY. Now we stand at the precipice of crowning the first UWF World Tag Champions since the dawn of the Carter era, and I couldn't be happier to see who my two options are.

This blatant favoritism does not play well with the crowd at all. They boo even more rabidly than they had before. Someone throws their popcorn at Drake. He kicks the container out of the ring, then smirks.

Nobody likes to hear the truth, least of all when it involves someone speaking poorly of those bloody Samoans, the Usos. But there you have it. The cream rose to the top, as Larry Sweeney would say, and I would like nothing more than to invite the men who will be competing at Wargames for the right to carry the tag titles out here, now, to both speak their minds about the coming match and to sign the contract. So what do you say — shall we get down to business?

Maverick lowers his microphone as a loud "YES!" chant kicks up. Then...

NEW WORLD NEW-NEW-NEW WORLD-NEW WORLD ORDER







Hall and Nash step out from behind the curtain with their usual looks of confidence. They give the Wolfpac salutes to the crowd and make their ways to the ring. Once inside the ring they both hold up the Wolfpac symbol high above their heads for Maverick who keeps jumping but can’t quite reach their hands to return the salute. He laughs and points at both of them for their good joke. Hall grabs a microphone. He takes in a deep breath.






Hall: Hey yo! Look, I’m gonna get right down to the point here...how many of ya’ll came here to see more of these UWF goons?



The crowd cheers.



Hall: Yeah, yeah. Now, how many of ya’ll came here to see the…



N!! W!! O!!



Hall: One more for the good guys.



Hall hands off the microphone to Nash.



Nash: Well lookie what we have here?! A contract signing for the World Tag Team Titles...Gah, Scott...I’m starting to have a feeling of deja vu...like I’ve been here before or….OR...Maybe it’s just the feeling that we told ya so. Nobody wanted to accept it as the truth, everybody tried everything that they could to keep it from happening...but ya just can’t fight faith. We’ve been telling you people for months now, but there’s still some of you who just don’t understand...The nWo is here to stay. We’re here to rack up all the gold and we’re going to hang onto it for a little while...just for safe keeping.

We’re going to hang onto it just until you boys in the UWF can decide on how to actually stop sucking and step up your game a notch and give these people something that they can really enjoy seeing for once in a while. Us? We’re the highlight of the night! The people are always ready to see the nWo because they know they’re getting their money’s worth when we’re out here.

As for our opponents? We saw that little Austin-boner party you guys were throwing...man, you are in for a real treat later. Anyways, we also heard when you said that we were a cancer. Gosh-darnitt you guys, I wish you hadn’t said that...that’s probably one of the most original things anyone has ever sa-...wait a minute, no it’s not! We’ve heard the whole cancer gimmick before. Blah, blah, blah. In fact, didn’t we hear the same thing from the New Sumerian Dipsticks last week? And somebody else before that?

Here’s the thing kids, we’ve heard it all before. You guys can’t stand it cuz we have the limelight and we’re the favorites to win this thing. We get that you’re young and full of piss and vinegar and all that...but do yourselves a favor and just pack up and go on home before we embarrass ya too bad, ok?



Nash lowers the microphone as he and Hall walk over to the table and pick up the pens.







Nash and Hall are interrupted by the entrance music of their opponents; DIY! Ciampa has that psycho grin on his face whilst Johnny looks down the ramp at the Outsiders. Johnny does his usual taunt. They then both walk and talk with microphones in their hands.






Tommaso Ciampa: “You wanna know why you’ve heard that same old cancer thing before? Maybe it’s because that’s exactly what you are. Honestly, if we were you guys then we’d be fed up of hearing the truth. Trust me when I say that we’re not scared of you, we’re not jealous of you and we’re not going to let you treat us like shit on the bottom of your shoe. You’re both past it and we’re in our prime. We make sure that people don’t get back up when we’re finished and trust me when I say that the exact same is gonna happen to the both of you that has happened to those that have underestimated us.”



Ciampa and Gargano make their way closer to the ring, about three quarters of the way down the ramp. Ciampa hands off to Johnny.



Johnny Gargano: “You’ve both been here before because you were around when they invented wrestling. God damn dinosaurs! First ever tag team to exist right? In 850BC? Actually no that wouldn’t work because I don’t think they had enough cocaine and booze for you to block out the pain right, Scott?”



There is a murmuring among the crowd. Too harsh? DIY hit the ring as Gargano lets his words settle within the arena. They circle the table, Ciampa rubs his hand over to feel the varnished wood as he stares deep into the eyes of both Hall and Nash with that sadistic grin on his face. Gargano walks over and snatches the contract from the table and reads it over. He passes it to Ciampa who nods accordingly and lifts his mic to his mouth.



Tommaso Ciampa: “I think I speak for both of us when I say.. Our so called ‘Austin-boner’ is to show respect for a man who paved way for people like us, it’s to stick it to people like you that just walk around in a big ass group acting all cocky. You think that’s really cool? Far from it. We’re not just doing this for us, we’re doing this for the guys like Miz, Zayn and Kaval. People that are going to stop the nWo from trying to take over. So we’re gonna do our bit by stopping you from winning those titles!”



Ciampa signs the contract; “Psycho Killer” right across the front. He passes the contract to Gargano who then speaks.



Johnny Gargano: “Honestly, it’s a shame that we have to take the titles from you even if you are the lowest form of life on earth. As kids, we respected you heavily. We wanted to be you. It’s a shame that we’ve grown up now to see the sad sacks of shit you both have become. Embarrassing and you should be ashamed that you don’t act your ages. Now, we’re hungry for some gold and these titles will fulfill our needs for now. We can’t wait to go through you to get them and begin the destruction of the nWo. Now that is something that can be considered.. Too. Sweet.”



Gargano signs along the dotted line; “Johnny Wrestling” throws the contract onto the table and too sweets Ciampa. DIY step up to Nash and Hall and stare straight through them. Much smaller in height but still, four huge personalities facing off. DIY keep saying something, we can read their lips. “Sign it. Do it. Let’s do it!” They’re repeatedly goading the Outsiders. Nash goes to sign on the dotted line but pauses. He smirks and then turns back to Scott Hall. Scott looks at Nash and then back to DIY.






Nash: God damn dinosaurs? Ha! That’s a good one. I think I might have struck a nerve earlier. You two munchkins came out here all guns a blazin’ and all pissed off and ready to go….hate to break it to ya, but show’s not until next week! So, if I were you two, I’d save all that fire and energy until then. I’m glad that you mentioned something about you two being in your primes...because it’s going to make it that much more hilarious whenever these two geezers kick both of your asses. And as far as treating you guys like shit on the bottoms of our shoes….well...I wouldn’t insult shit with even comparing them to a team that names themselves after some kind of home improvement channel.



Nash tosses the microphone onto the mat of the ring. He and Scott Hall sign their portions of the contract. Once done, they slam down the pen and posture, puffing up their chests to try and intimidate the lesser experienced team. DIY takes offense to this and doesn't back down from the bigger team. Ciampa grabs the table and flips it out of the way, the two teams getting face to face, or as face to face as possible as the NWO are larger than them. Drake tries to get in between the two teams to prevent any chance of jeopardizing the big match at Wargames. Cooler heads seem to prevail as the NWO back off with smiles on their faces. Nash is going through the ropes when Hall takes his toothpick put and flicks it at the face of Tomasso Ciampa.


Tom Phillips: Uh oh, that's not a good idea! ]


Ciampa's face immediately turns red with anger. He charges at Hall and unleashes a fury of punches. Gargano follows his lead and dropkicks Nash out onto the floor. Together, DIY go to work on Hall, beating him in the corner. Nash starts to get up on the outside and so Johnny backs away from Hall. He runs towards the ropes, coming off them to build more momentum as he dives out of the ring, taking out Nash with a suicide dive! Gargano throws his arms out into the air to pump up the crowd!

Ciampa is still swinging away at Hall in the corner before he backs away. He turns to run back at him but Hall gets his boot up to smash him in the face. Ciampa staggers backwards. Scott gets ready to move in but Gargano has grabbed his foot. He bends down to try and grab Johnny but Tomasso comes running over and nails him with a knee to the side of his head! Hall goes tumbling out of the ring and Johnny comes back in. DIY stands tall while Nash and Hall pick themselves up. Scott wants to go back in but Nash holds him back and says they'll finish the job at Wargames. DIY continues to pump up the crowd who chant "DIY" in succession as the scene fades out.


“Cast away. Pushed aside. Given and then snatched away like a cat toy. As that’s what they say. There’s always two sides to a story, and well… mine frustrates me to the core. I couldn’t pick up the victory. Four weeks in a row. Four weeks of pain, agony, and mental scarring. For what? People to delegate me out of the most important match of my life.”



“What? Should’ve I expected anything more from such low lifes. No. I shouldn’t have. But what is the most hilarious thing about it right is, they don’t even know the half of me. They don’t even know my plan. Whether they choose to look that far… I guess that rests with them. To be a part of that system. To not look further for what is handed to you.”

“Puppets, all of them. They don’t know how to treat someone with more passion than the whole of the nWo, they don’t know how to treat someone tougher than the whole UWF roster combined. But know, after I take down both Larry Sweeney and Minoru Suzuki, you’ll recognise who is the toughest bastard in the UWF.”


The scene opens in black and white with Vinny close to the camera looking into it intensely.



Vinny Marseglia: Wargames approaches, and on that night, I do not have a match. Now Nigel McGuinness chose to point that out as a supposed measure of significance between myself and his client, suggesting that Neville has a goal and something to prepare for and I don’t. Suggesting that my not being on the card and Neville being on the card means that he’s viewed in higher regard by management, as though Vinny Marseglia wasn’t worth a position on that night.

Well instead of looking at the exclusion as a way to write off the, “Horror King”, your eyes would thank you to view it another way. You should be scared that there’s no Vinny Marseglia match because with me not in that ring competing, that makes me even more of an unpredictable variable. Which means Minoru Suzuki, you could hit Sweeney with a piledriver, go for the pin, and get your head split open when I enter the ring and take a swing with my axe.

Neville, you could be closing in on your moment in the sun only for me to suddenly arrive and take that moment away from you with thumbs plunged into your corneas so you never see that sun again. Sweeney, you could be dancing around or stomping on either one of them and then, in the next instance, find yourself going from Sweet and Sour to incomplete and devoured, because as I’ve said, my axe and I like your taste.

And maybe, Wargames is a night I see fit to punish association with death. Hall and Nash? Human firewood. Team NWO? Food for the maggots. Rick Rude? That long reign could quickly be forgotten with a short death. All I’m letting you know, is that you just never know. As for tonight, well, it’s not smart preparing for a gun fight by taking on bullet wounds before the fact, but the two of you have chosen to take on this fight so I will be more than pleased to see you bleed.

But that goes for Larry as well. You want to slap my face? I’ll pull your arm off and slap you back with your own hand and yank the other one out of socket. Play this wisely and you can make it to your next defense. Play it foolishly and, well, farewell to your flesh.



The scene opens on Stone Cold having a cold one as he looks into the camera.



Stone Cold: In Dubya Oh. It’s no secret, you’ve been makin’ Stone Cold’s life hell from the gah dang jump. Well in just a few nights at Wargames, the black and white pain in my ass goes away when every last one a’ you uniformly dressed bottom-feeders gets their shit kicked in and loses out not only on keepin’ championships, but winnin’ more. You bastards got such a serving of humble pie comin’ at Wargames that the next time you show up for work, you won’t have the moxie or the ability ta’ say another disrespectful damn word about Stone Cold Steve Austin and you sure as hell won’t have it ta’ do anymore bullshit run-ins.

It’s the end of the line, son. You’ve had your crooked fun, you’ve overstayed yer time in that stolen spotlight, and now it’s time for the consequences. But just because Stone Cold opted ta’ let superstars on the roster fill out the team doesn’t mean you won’t be seein’ ‘im. Stone Cold’ll be in the back watching. Stone Cold’ll be out there ta’ support Team Austin. Because he wouldn’t be anywhere else when the sun sets on this living garbage show you call a faction.

So hell, you might get an early Easter present. Not eggs because that’s what ya got Lita’s ovaries ta’ pass around for but somethin’ canned. Ah hell, it’s right on the tip a’ my Texas tongue. Oh right, it’s gonna be a cold case a’ whoopass and when it gets opened up, you can check for each a’ yer names like it’s Share A Coke.

And that’s the bottom line, cuz Sheriff Austin said so!





The crowd come near unglued as Kevin Steen begins walking out, a swagger in each and every step he takes that just reads to both his opponent and those in the crowd that whoever is unlucky enough to face him is going to get destroyed, and the fans are loving it, chanting out “KILL STEEN KILL!” as he makes his way down the ramp.





Tony Chimel: “From Marieville, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 240 lbs, Kevin Steen!”

As the fans continue to chant on, Steen gets to the steel steps and takes each one slowly, taking his time to get up to the apron and entering the ring, the same expression on his face as with all of his matches. He climbs up the steel steps one at a time, then finally getting into the ring, full focus on the match at-hand.



Capcom's special "Dr. Wily's Castle Theme" made exclusively for Kenny Omega blasts through the speakers! The Omegaman himself is here! Kenny comes out to the roar of the crowd with Broomega in his hand! He nods his head and cackles as the fans give it up for the both of them. Omega swipes the broom down, waiting for the track to kick in, before he marches down sweeping the ramp, litterally becoming The Cleaner!



He makes it to ringside and stops, going "whew" as if the sweeping tired him out, before going around the ringside area and high fiving the fans before setting Broomega to the side and entering the ring. He gives the nod to Chimel as he raises his signature finger-gun and waits a second, tilting his arm over to the crowd and syncing up too Tony Chimel's words…

Tony Chimel: From Winnipeg, Canada, weighing in at 226 lbs, he is “The Cleaner", Kennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Omegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!



BANG!

Omega pulls the trigger and blows an invisible trail of smoke off of his finger gun before getting ready for the match.

DING DING DING

Omega and Steen begin to circle the ring, Omega quickly dashes forwards toward, Jumping in the air sending his knee upwards, Steen quickly sends his arms to the side of Omega popping him up. Omega uses his hands to leap frog using the momentum of the powerbomb attempt, Omega lands on his legs as he lands he set's off to the ropes rebounding as Steen turns around attempting a lariat which the attempt is ducked, Omega stops behind Steen placing his hands on his legs and his head between the legs of Steen, Omega begins to lift him up as Steen realizing this rolls backwards off the back of Kenny, Kevin landing on his feet stumbles back a little as Kenny turns he moves in sending up a boot to the jaw of Steen, Both guys connect their boot to the Jaw of one another, Both men fall face forward the both land face first into the canvas, Both men scrambling to get to their feet...

Tom Phillips: "Both men trying the best they have in their arsenal to begin."

Mauro Ranallo: "Just what you have to do both men seem to have done their research and this fast paced action is to show, Counter for counter, Neither man is going to let the other get this victory  easily. That's for sure!"

Corey Graves: "Why doesn't Kenny do that every match he might of been something if he wasn't such a loser..."

The crowd in anticipation are going wild with dueling chants "Kill Steen Kill" and the terminator theme being played by stomps of many throughout the crowd.

Both men eventually stumble to their feet holding the ropes to keep themselves up, They turn to eachother as Omega points to the crowd, Steen nods understanding what they want, Both men rush each other sending fist flying, They begin to trade blows, The crowd pop for each strike connecting. Omega sends Steen stepping backwards from a strike, Steen hits back with a strike to the jaw sending Omega back as he steps forwards, Steen goes for another strike as he does so Kenny strikes back with a chop off his own, Steen hits back with his own chop right onto the chest of Omega, Kevin pushes Omega into the ropes sending him across the ring, Steen runs at Omega rebounding before leaping in the air where he connects his side to the gut of Omega, Steen lands spins out of this landing onto his hands and knees as Omega crashes into the canvas...

Mauro Ranallo: "Steen not wasting anytime he is already to his feet after that hellacious crash of two bodies."

Steen runs to the ropes as he jumps sending out his back for a senton, Omega rolls out of the way causing Keving to crash into the canvas, Omega quickly gets to his feet as Steen sits up holding his back in pain, Kenny jumps sending both boots into the neck and skull off Steen, Steen falls to the side as Omega lands on the ribs which he instantly grabs for, Both men down feeling their wounds....

Tom Phillips: "This crowd is electric they want to see these two take the head of each other, The battle of two Canadians who both want to be at the top..."

Steen rolls onto his hands and knees as he moves his upper body up, Omega is standing leaning against the ropes holding his rib cage, Steen gets to his feet he sends his boot towards the gut of Omega, It is caught Omega looks pleased with the boot of Kevin in his hands, Steen jumps swinging his free leg into the jaw of Omega. Kenny is rocked by the boot connecting with his jaw, He stumbles back into the turnbuckles as Steen stands quickly with adrenaline, Steen runs full speed at Omega on the ropes sending his arm over for the lariat, Kevin does it with force to send both men over the top rope, Steen lands on his feet as Omega lands on his hands and knees..

Mauro Ranallo: "Both men going on a make shift Ferris Wheel over the top rope!"

Steen grabs onto the hair of Omega pulling it back with as he lifts him to his feet, Steen places Omega's head between his legs as he lifts him above his head with ease, Steen turns towards the apron with Omega up high, Steen sends him down once into the ring apron with force. Omega is almost lifeless as Steen lifts him up in position for yet another powerbomb into the apron...

Tom Phillips: "We've seen this before from Steen, He could seriously injure Omega with this assault of power bombs..."

Corey Graves: "The apron is the hardest part of the ring, Tom not like you know the up's and downs of being a professional like me.."

Steen goes to go for a second bomb onto the apron, Omega's body twist as he uses his legs to send Steen over him, Kevin goes back first into the steel post before falling down being spiked right on the top of his head. Both men lie not moving, Both men are down for the count neither moving a muscle...

Mauro Ranallo: "Body meets STEEL Omega has sent Steen back first into the corner of the ring!"

Tom Phillips: "Steen was spiked on his head and hasn't moved since. Omega isn't doing any better I think that was just a spur of the moment decision from Omega"

ONE!
1!

TWO
2!

Neither man moving, The referee continues the count as the crowd keep mimicking him...

Corey Graves: "Omega clearly used a weapon, The ring post is obviously an illegal move now look at what he has done to the Prize Fighter!"

Tom Phillips: "Steen crashed into the ring post after he done what he has used to end peoples careers, Corey using your own words from earlier tonight, Turnabout is fair play!"

THREE!
3!

FOUR!
4!

FIVE!
5!

SIX!
6!

Both men lie where they have for the last six seconds little to no life of movement!

SEVEN!
7!


Mauro Ranallo: "A seven count and neither man is showing signs of life..."

Tom Phillips: "Our main event is going to end with a double count out, Both men have thrown everything they have at each other and the crowd are loving it!"


EIGHT!
8!
NINE!
9!

The referee goes up for the TEN! but No! both men in sync instinctively rush the ring at the last possible moment the crowd still count ten too early!

10!

Tom Phillips: "Both men just were down less than a second ago!"

Mauro Ranallo: "MY GOD! It's like they are super human with their lack of quit!"

Both men are still face down as the referee checks on both guys who barely made the count. Omega begins to claw at the ropes, Steen begins to slowly crawl towards the opposite side of the ring to the corner, Steen begins ascending the corner as Omega gets the rope in the corner to pull himself to a sitting position with his back supported by the Turnbuckles, Steen realizing this begins to run towards the corner as he gets about half way to do his cannon ball, Omega springs up using the ropes either side, From seated to mid air Omega sends up a knee hitting it right on the jaw. Steen's momentum comes crashing to a halt his legs fall below him as he crashes into the canvas, Omega falls onto the limp body of Steen...

Mauro Ranallo: "V-Trigger! V-Trigger! from out of nowhere!, Omega has hit it!"


ONE!
1!

TWO!

THRE.
3!

Steen kicks out at 2.9!

Corey Graves: "Steen the modernday superman kicking out at an easy Two!"

The crowd is in shock as the whole crowd erupts!

Omega pulls back his hair in utter shock, Omega leans over the second rope as he grabs the top rope to lift himself to a vertical base. Omega looks down at Steen who is clawing at his boots, Omega looks down before quickly lifting him to his feet, He lifts him up with the electric chair, Omega moves to the center of the ring. Steen sends his boot into the rib cage of Omega forcing him to loosen his grip, Steen pushes off the shoulders of Omega, He pushes Omega neck first into the turnbuckle, Steen steps back as Omega falls into a seated position, Steen runs at full speed at the man before jumping at Omega and hitting him with a cannon ball. Steen moves Omega out of the corner hooking both legs!

Corey Graves: "This is it the Cannonball from Steen! No way could Omega kick out!"


ONE!
1!

TWO!
2!

THRE.!

No!, Omega powers at out 2.9!

Tom Phillips: "What resilience from Omega having the ability to kick out from such a high impact move!"

Steen is now the one pulling at his hair in shock, Steen takes a moment to regain composure as he lifts Omega to his feet, He hooks his arms around the waist, He leans back going for a release German Suplex, As he releases the suplex Omega lands on his feet, Steen turns around into a running knee attempt, Steen moves out of the way as the knee connects with the turnbuckle, Steen sends up a boot smacking it off the back of the head of Omega....

Mauro Ranallo: "Superkick to the back by Steen, Wait he isn't going for the pin what sadistic idea does he have!"


Steen looks at the mass of Omega on the ground he looks to the turnbuckle, He makes his way up as he looks down he stands up before jumping he moves like a frog as he is about to land... Omega lifts up his knees, Steen rebounds off the knees as he holds onto his abdomen, He moves to the corner as Omega gets to his feet looking to fight...

Tom Phillips: "Steen has been shook!"

Steen holding onto the turnbuckle after the knees from Omega, who jumps onto Steen who is in the corner, Steen is pushed as he is the buckle cover is exposed by accident, Steen fights back with a few fist back as Omega ducks one, Omega grabs hold of the waist of Steen, He locks in the arm, The referee moves to put the cover back on the buckle, Omega spins Steen around with a velocity unseen as almost out of nowhere, Steen pops Omega up on his shoulders, He loses balance falling back into the referee, Steen regains his composure before planting Omega down with a power bomb on his neck, Steen places his whole body weight using both legs to keep Omega down not realizing, The crowd count along the with the non existent count...

1!
Corey Graves: "Yes this is it! Steen has won... Wait where's the referee!"

2!
Tom Phillips: "He was knocked out of the ring when Steen hit his pop up power bomb!"

3!

4!

The referee shakes off the bump before coming back into the ring to count the fall!

One!
1!

Two!
2!

Omega kicks out at 2!

The crowd begin to taunt the referee, "Steens going to kill you!"

Mauro Ranallo: "That was a six count atleast, Steen could of won it just there!"

Corey Graves: "He was robbed, All he needs to do is hit another one and it's all over..."

Steen get's up angry at the referee as he pushes him out of his way in frustration, Steen turns around to Omega who is stirring, Steen grips his hair with one hand as he points to the referee, Steen takes one more look at the referee as Omega pops up to his feet, Steen is met a boot to the gut as Omega runs to the ropes in one last ditch effort, Steen pops Omega up, Omega leap frogs over his head landing on his feet both men turn to each other, Omega swings up his knee right to the jaw, Steen doesn't fall as he turns away from Omega who places his head between his legs lifting him up in an electric chair, Omega slams down Steen into the canvas, Steen is laid out with the One Winged Angel, Omega hooks the free leg...

One!
1!

Two!
2!

Three!
3!

Tom Phillips: "Omega has done it!, Omega has beaten a game Kevin Steen here!"

Omega starts to celebrate until the screen starts the screech when we hear this noise





Silhouette


Kenny, Kenny no need to worry. That noise is just the end of your game. Yes, believe it or not Kenny this game was easy to beat. I mean I can’t be surprised it is a game based on your career. Though Kenny remember how I told you this game doesn’t have a happy ending.


A screen is shown





Game over Kenny… That is what is going to happen when we meet. That is right Kenny every time you get to the final boss. Guess what happens? You lose. You fail, and this game is the perfect representation on your career, and the perfect representation when we meet.


Flashes on the screen
as a Japanese phrase is shown




More flashes as the words
start to transfer to English





There is no mercy. Kenny you aren’t Megaman you can’t just change forms to counteract the weakness you’re facing. No Kenny you see I am Bass in this situation. I am the final boss you can’t beat. That is what you need to understand. Victory doesn’t come easy against me Kenny, but you know Kenny this is real life. This isn’t a video game. We all know Kenny in this world… It is killed… or be killed. And just like poor little Megaman Kenny you’re going to be DELETED here soon. Kenny I will see you when are ready… But for now you I bid you adoo.


The last image is the "there is no mercy!" phrase in English and Japanese




The go home show for Wargames has been great so far, but we take a break from the exciting action and hype inducing promos as on the titantron we see a completely dark warehouse of sorts, a few moments pass and then suddenly a light is turned on and we see El Desperado in full gear, drinking something and looking pensive af



You know, I've been wondering and I'm sure you were too, what would happen once The boss, Minoru Suzuki, rips out Larry Sweeney's heart and crushes it with his bare hands? what would happen once the UFC champion, becomes the UWF champion? what would happen once Sweeney's pathetic and worthless reign would finally be over?
after Minoru Suzuki kills Larry Sweeney, he'll officially become a double champ, the world champion of the two biggest organizations in their respective sports, the UFC and the UWF, but where will he go? after all, he has said numerous times that his only goal is beating Larry Sweeney, so where exactly will he go now? will he come back to the UFC and do his champion duties there or will he stay in the UWF? I'm feeling a little mischevious today so I'll give you a spoiler...

a big grin appears on Despy's face

Minoru Suzuki will stay in the UWF, even after beating Larry Sweeney...

some of the crowd erupts in cheers, the rest isn't sure why as Minoru is absolutely terrifying and they want him gone, Despy doesn't care.

But he's staying in the UWF for one reason and one reason only, to purge it of any worthless and dragging its quality down with their lack of talent, he can't be the world champion of a company that is employing worthless and untalented people right?

Despy's smirk gets even bigger now, he knows the crowd is going to boo this and he loves it, he's also right and the entire crowd begins to boo but the joke's on them, he can't hear them! while the crowd boos the titantron changes from Despy's face to footage from Minoru Suzuki's matches with Adrian Neville, Drew Gulak and Rick Rude

And the people whom he finds worthless and untalented? well, they will either have their leg broken...



...get knocked out...



...or have the oxygen drained out of their bodies, all depends on what the boss want...



each mention and subsequent footage of Minoru Suzuki's destruction silences more and more of the crowd and by the time the final video's done everyone is silenced, too terrified to boo, Despy knew it was going to happen and you can hear his fading laughter as the screen slowly turns black and the show moves on


INT. BAR - NIGHT

The place is buzzing with those who are buzzed. A knocking on a microphone interrupts the current socializing, as a man is standing on a wooden stage on the other side of the room from the bar itself. A voice emanating from the aforementioned man echos from the two speakers - one on each side of the stage - calls for the attention of the addressees.

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, your entertainment for tonight, Jerry Irving!

A man in a black mask walks on stage and sits on a wooden stool in front of the mic stand. With a guitar in hand, he acknowledges the polite clapping of the audience before beginning his song.

Young buck kid in 1990
Don't know what to do with his life
Now he's here and now in 2019
And he'll never ever think twice
He grew up travelling across the world
Out doing what he likes
Not chasing school or chasing a girl
Just chasing a dream all night

Thirty years you spend off chasing a dream
But you never really see
That chasing dreams will cost you everything

Life passes him by and he realized
He's got a wife and kids
But he's never truly satisfied
With all the things he did
So he picks what he loves, to prioritize
That dream he used to chase
He'd leave behind the rest of his life
To win that final race

Thirty years you spend off chasing a dream
But you never really see
That chasing dreams will cost you everything

The final bell rings and his dream's realized
The chasing's come to an end
He's awarded his long-time-coming prize
But it don't feel like a win
He comes back home to celebrate
But there's no home left to come back
Everybody's left, he's alone with his hate
And a trophy put on the rack

Thirty years you spend off chasing a dream
But you never really see
That chasing dreams will cost you everything

The song ends, and the musician stands up to leave. The audience claps more than before, but isn't exactly heartbroken to see the admittedly talented musician go. The man from before returns to the stage.

Man: Thank you everyone, remember that drinks are half-price tonight for ladies only, and Mr. Jerry Irving will be back on stage in twenty minutes for another performance.

The man walks off the stage to a back room, following the musician from earlier. He has his mask off now, but doesn't face the man.

Man: Great job out there Jerry. You're a hit. Well, relatively speaking. We usually can't keep a crowd quiet for more than thirty seconds.

"Jerry Irving": Yeah, cool, whatever.

Man: What, you played for any better or something?

"Jerry Irving": What? Oh, no. I don't know why you would even ask that.... nope, just.. uh... just lost in thought. That's all.

Man: Well if you ever find your thoughts, your pay for tonight is sitting on the table over here.

The man walks out, leaving the musician alone to his thoughts. He gets up, puts on a Tampa Bay Devil Rays ball cap and flips on the hood of his hoodie over that. The musician grabs his pay for the night, a couple fivers and the few sympathetic coins from the tip jar, and heads out of the room.

A crowd remains gathered, not expecting another performance but merely having not moved from a few minutes ago. No one notices him back onstage, so no one notices him stepping down from the stage and making his way towards a bar stool. He flags down the bartender.

"Jerry Irving": How much will this get me?

The musician places one of the $5 bills on the counter. The bartender reaches behind the counter and pulls out a 12 ounce bottle of what is assumed to be an alcoholic beverage.

"Jerry Irving": Seriously? That's it?

Bartender: Hey, if you don't like it, get your washed up ass outta here.

"Jerry Irving": Just sayin', Patrick was more courteous to customers.

Bartender: Who the fuck is Patrick?

"Jerry Irving": Nobody. Just a friend from back home.

Bartender: Hey, your voice. It sounds familiar. I can't quite put my finger on it.

But as the bartender says this, the musician hops up from his stool, grabbing the bottle on the way up.

"Jerry Irving": Well, this has been such an honor. Sorry I have to split so soon. See ya, you son of a bitch.

The musician strolls his way out of the establishment, entering the streets of an unidentifiable American town, no different than any other American town. Not looking back from where he left, the musician walks straight down an empty street.

Man: Hey! Where are you going?

"Jerry Irving": Out.

Man: You have another show in ten minutes.

"Jerry Irving": Tell them to fuck themselves.

Man: You didn't earn that beer money.

"Jerry Irving": Tell that cunt at the front what he can do with that beer money.

Man: You come back here, or I'll make sure you never play another show again!

"Jerry Irving": Trust me, I didn't need your help with that.

Interrupted their conversation is a train horn, as the founder of the bar intended to build his business next to a set of train tracks. The scheduled nine o'clock freight train is approaching.

"Jerry Irving": Ah, it looks like my ride is here.

The last scene of the musician has him jumping onto a ladder attached to one of the boxcars. The boxcar is, for his fortune, empty, devoid of both cargo and other stowaways.

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. On the rails, they all blur together. There is no discernable difference between the times of getting on and getting off with the exceptions of the moments themselves. For example, the moment of getting on involved hopping on a train going almost as fast as a normal car in a residential area. The moment of getting off sounded something along the lines of "Check in there, make sure nothing gets left behind."

The musician from before, now laying in the shadow cast by the walls of the boxcar, is about twenty seconds away from being caught by God knows who or what. It could be anything from the President of the United States to your local mailman. Either way, he needs an escape route, fast.

Looking outside the boxcar shows the scene of the outside of another boxcar. It appears that a supply transfer is taking place. The musician plans accordingly. One baseball slide later, he is laying in between two massive locomotives, with two boys in blue looming a mere fifteen feet away. The musician pops up to his feet and climbs a nearby ladder to the top of one of the trains. He now has a birds eye view of the entire train yard, but is also in plain sight. The musician leaps across multiple trains on multiple tracks in multiple jumps, finally diving into what appeared to be a harmless bush at the end.

It was not harmless. It was thorny. To say the least, it was an unpleasant experience.

And thus, the trekking begins. A slow march to wherever anything is next. The musician, guitar on his back, looks around as he walks down the sidewalk on a street he has yet to identify in a city he has yet to identify. It is sparsely crowded, but a guy behind him notices his instrument.

Guy: Hey dude, can you play a-

The guy reaches out and touches the musician's guitar, causing him to turn around.

Guy: Oh my god, you're-

"Jerry Irving": Yes, you caught me. I'm Jerry Irving. Would you like to hea-

Guy: Oh, is that what they're calling you now? Man, Cageside is going to flip when they hear this.

"Jerry Irving": Oh... kay?

Guy: I mean, you, with a brand new gimmick, showing up at Wargames? Hopefully you attack The Miz to set up at match at Mania. Are you joining the nWo? Woah, imagine if you did.

"Jerry Irving": Listen bro, I have no idea what you're on about, but I'm just a street performer looking to do something in whatever city I'm in right now.

Guy: If you really are just a street performer, perform something on the street for me.

"Jerry Irving": Look kid, you're looking way too into this. I'm not who you think I am, so stop asking.

Guy: Welp, guess I'm not gonna get you to crack. Just remember, I'll be watching next Sunday.

The guy walks on, carrying on with whatever business he had to do. Meanwhile, the musician turns around and walks the other way.

"Jerry Irving": Phew, that was really close. I need to settle down, find somewhere to stay for a few days, wherever I am.

The musician did not bother to look at the title of the building he was entering, but the poster for the alcoholic beverages on tap led him to believe he was headed into his kind of place. He sits down at the third stool, with the fourth stool being occupied by a man conversing with the bartender.

Bartender 2: Electric Boogaloo: For the last time, I am not going to garnish your sparkling water with "vegan leaves".

Vegan man: Well then I might just have to vegan leave.

"Jerry Irving": Daniel?

The vegan turns to face the musician, and immediately recognizes him.

Daniel Bryan: Chr-

"Jerry Irving": Shhh. Don't say my name. Yes, it's me. What are you doing here? I don't know where I am, but it's sure as hell too cold to be Arizona.

Daniel Bryan: Oh, I wanted to come back to visit my family back at home. What brings you here? Shouldn't you be on the other side of the world right now?

"Jerry Irving": I, uh... kinda quit. I had a falling out with the only people I had left in the company.

Daniel Bryan: Even so, you're still a good three thousand miles from home right now.

"Jerry Irving": Everything else, kinda, fell apart in a way. I lost everything, so now I'm back to the one thing I ever felt truly happy doing, making music and performing for the world.

Daniel Bryan: And nobody's caught on? Surely people would've recognized you.

"Jerry Irving": Fake name. I used to have a mask, but I left it at my last town.

The two sit quietly, neither knowing what to say next.

"Jerry Irving": But I'm not even enjoying this. It's nothing close to what I used to do with Rich and Frank, and hell, even Billy. They replaced me with this Randy dude. I mean, who the hell has a name like Randy? The only way that name could be more retarded is if you started adding letter. I dunno, a B at the front and an N at the end? That's the only name more retarded than Randy.

Daniel Bryan: Hold on. Think back to when you first started. What was the one constant holding everything together?

"Jerry Irving": I'm not following you, Daniel.

Daniel Bryan: When you started the band, you weren't an entertainment icon. When you found the love of your life and started a family, you weren't a traveling showman. When you were happy, you weren't this. You were something else.

"Jerry Irving": And what would that be.

Daniel Bryan: Chris, you were a wrestler, and I idolized you for decades. You were the guy that wouldn't let a loss get him down and would always look toward the future. This, isn't that. You're better than that.

"Jerry Irving": So you're saying if I just set my mind back to my roots, everything will start to come back to me?

Daniel Bryan: Not exactly, but it's the best you can do. Just go back to doing what you truly made a life out of.

"Jerry Irving": Thanks, Daniel. I needed that. You're the best.

Daniel Bryan: Please don't say that. Bring back memories I'm trying to avoid right now.

"Jerry Irving": Thing is, I don't know where or when to start. They're in Chile right now, and going to Seattle for a pay-per-view.

Daniel Bryan: Look outside.

The musician stands up and looks out the front window. The Space Needle is visible beyond the Seattle skyline.

"Jerry Irving": Oh shit.

Daniel Bryan: You know what that means?

"Jerry Irving": Hell yeah.

The musician takes off his guitar strap and his hoodie. He tosses his Devil Rays hat onto an empty table, letting his hair flow free. The identity of the musician is finally revealed to the camera, after all this time.

Chris Jericho: Get ready, world, because I'm coming back.

For good.

Fin.




The song “Fine Again” by Seether blasts into the arena and it falls into practical darkness. The lyrics ring out and the depressing tone continues to play throughout the arena. The images of the titanton play out and the arena prepares for an arrival.

“AND I AM AWARE NOW,
HOW EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE,
ONE DAY TOO LATE,
I’M IN HELL”

As the guitar hits in Adrian Neville drifts through the curtain, methodically walking down the ramp. He has no special entrance attire, just his wrestling gear. He walks to the rhythm of his music and doesn’t make eye contact with anything.

Tony Chimel: “Weighing in tonight at 194lbs, from Newcastle Upon Tyne, England, “The Black Rose” Adrian Neville!”

Neville gets down to the ring, and then turns to walk around the ring before getting into it. Neville then rolls into the ring, and puts his foot up on the ropes and then leans forward to taunt the crowd.



Neville then gets down off the ropes and heads into the corner awaiting the match to begin. He then settles down and squats down to the bottom turnbuckle.


the lights blackout and smoke starts coming out from the ramp as the signature guitar sound of El Desperado starts playing and the crowd went ballistic on him



He walks out of the curtain playing his guitar and carrying his boss's UFC world heavyweight championship pretending to not be hearing the roaring fans booing him





As Despy is halfway to the ring the song switches to the graceful sound of Minoru Suzuki's signature song



The crowd turns silent as Suzuki comes blazing through the curtain, his eyes dead set on the ring



While Suzuki walks down the ramp El Desperado snatches Tony Chimel's mic out of his hand and introduces Suzuki himself... in Spanish and only then in English

Presentando ... de Yokohama, Japón, el actual campeón de peso pesado de UFC del mundo y el hombre más malo del planeta ... Minoruuu Suzuki!!!

Desperado throws the mic back to Tony Chimel so he could properly introduce him while he plays his guitar, walking away

Introducing... From Yokohama, Japan, standing at 5'10 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds... the current UFC heavyweight champion and the baddest man on the planet... Minoru SuuuuzukiIiii!!!

He finally finishes the long ramp walk and without missing a beat, he bypasses the ring in front of him and walks to the other side, there, he gets on the apron and turns around to the crowd, clapping his hands and telling them to clap their own as a sort of insult to them.

 "

He turns around and enters the ring between the middle and top rope while The ringside choir screams:

KAZE NI NARE!!!!

Now that he's in the ring he takes off his towel, gives it to El Desperado who's waiting on the apron, they fist bump and Desperado jumps off the apron and Suzuki starts stretching, waiting for the bell to ring



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

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

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



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



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

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



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




SWEET N' SOUR INC.


The titantron flashes the words in neon colouring as Icky Thump blasts through the PA. Hard Times are coming. The first and only ever Triple Champion struts out on the ramp, smiling from ear to ear. A stunning pink boa decorates his neck, he's wearing shades inside and his boots are made for walkin'. He's the tallest cigarette in the pack. If looks could kill, the match would already be over. He's Larry Sweeney - the new face of classic professional wrestling.


Tony Chimel: Ladies and gentlemen... weighing in at Championship Weight... from Chicago, Illionis... Larry Sweeney!


As Sweeney strolls down the ramp, Kyle O'Reilly comes out behind him, holding all three of his title belts - the Undisputed UWF Championship, the Technically Unified UWF Television Championship, and, of course, the UWF Transatlantic Championship. The uncrowned King of the Ring climbs into the squared circle as Kyle heads over to their corner. Larry tans in the spot light while the fans make a lot of noise - he tunes out the specifics. Whatever they're saying, its loud. Loud means money. Ditching the boa, shades and other accessories, Larry prepares for the match to come.


DING DING DING!

The starting bell rings and Larry Sweeney and Adrian Neville get things started off with Neville stepping to the middle of the ring and calling for a test of strength. Sweeney seems almost too delighted to comply as he steps up, then tries for a bionic elbow as he closes in on the Black Rose. Neville has it scouted, however, and slips past Sweeney. As the UWF Champion turns to face him, Neville spins into a kick to the gut, then switches things up by pivoting to the other foot for a leg sweep that grounds Sweeney. Larry sits up almost immediately, but Neville straight punts him on the jaw, sending him snapping back to a laying position, clutching his face. Neville smirks as he grabs Sweeney's arm and hauls him up, then sends him off the ropes. The Brit falls back into the ropes opposite and runs at Sweeney full tilt, grounding him with a simple lariat! Sweeney's up fast, but Neville grounds him again with a running forearm. For a third time, Sweeney finds his feet; this time, the Black Rose catches him with a headscissors takedown and goes for a quick cover, but doesn't even get a one-count. He traps the UWF Champion in a seated headlock.

Tom Phillips: Adrian Neville is looking to bounce back from several disappointing weeks worth of performances here tonight as he gets things started against UWF Champion Larry Sweeney.

Mauro Ranallo: If he's looking to make a statement, repeatedly knocking the UWF Champion off of his feet is a good way to go about it!

Neville tries to torque the hold, but Sweeney manages to find his feet while trapped in it anyway, and slips loose by whipping Neville into the ropes. Neville rebounds and Larry spins into a discus clothesline attempt, but the Black Rose ducks under and keeps going to the ropes opposite, springboarding off of them into a moonsault! Unfortunately for Neville, Sweeney catches him on the shoulder, then drops him down into piledriver position and spikes him on the canvas! The UWF Champion grins as the fans boo, soaking up their hatred, and heads to his corner where he tags in the Royal Rumble winner, Vinny Marseglia. The Horror King enters just as Neville is finding his feet and he charges right at the Black Rose, who still dazed, barely has time to react as Marseglia leaps up and attempts a Jump Scare DDT! Unfortunately for Vinny, Neville has it scouted and actually carries Marseglia in a sprint into the corner, driving him spine-first into the turnbuckles! Marseglia growls as Neville pulls free and stumbles back a few steps, then cartwheels into action with a back elbow to the jaw before leading Vinny out of the corner in a headlock and hip tossing him to the canvas!

Corey Graves: He's had difficulties getting off to a good start here on Revolution, but Neville is showing tonight that he still deserves to be considered a formidable foe.

Neville opts to keep Vinny trapped in a headlock as he pulls him up, then leads him to the Black Rose's corner. The Brit shoves the Horror King into that corner as he tags in Suzuki, following up with some high kicks to the chest as Minoru enters the ring. Neville steps out onto the apron when Suzuki is there, and Minoru raises one hand high in the air before bringing it down open-palmed with a loud THUMP on Vinny's chest, the fans "oohing" over the stiff strike. Minoru pulls his palm back, licks it, and repeats the motion, doing this sequence five times over before finally pulling Vinny by the dreads from the corner and dropping him to the canvas with a snapmare. As Vinny lands in the seated position, Suzuki looks down on him with a grin from behind and locks him in a clawhold! Vinny grimaces as Suzuki applies massive pressure to the trapezius, a simple but brutal assault. The Horror King grabs at Suzuki's claw and tries to pry his way loose, but the UFC Champion's grip is vise-like and so Marseglia is left with no recourse but to shake his head violently in rejection of the pain as he battles to one knee, then unloads with vicious elbows to Minoru's gut that finally force the Man with the Worst Personality in the World to break his hold. Vinny finds his feet and throws a wild chop with his numb arm, but Suzuki catches it and turns the arm out, then headbutts Marseglia in the face! The Horror King stumbles away toward his own corner and Suzuki charges him, but at the last moment, the Horror King drops down and sweeps the leg and Suzuki stumbles and falls face-first on the turnbuckle. Marseglia rolls to the ropes and tags in Sweeney.

Mauro Ranallo: Here comes the Man himself.

Corey Graves: Oh yeah! I've been waiting for this rematch!

Sweeney enters the ring and pulls Suzuki up before shoving him into the corner, where he starts to unload on that tough Japanese jaw with a few stiff jabs. Sweeney seems to relish the opportunity to deliver some pain to Suzuki, but Suzuki seems to relish the pain just as much as he starts to laugh. Sweeney's expression sours as he starts driving jabs quicker and quicker at Suzuki, who just straight no-sells the blows landing directly on his face, then finally catches Sweeney's fist and twists the wrist! Sweeney screams as Suzuki steps out of the corner, using his grip on Larry's hand to twist the wrist further and bringing the nWo's leader to one knee before grabbing the back of his head and repeatedly driving knees to his face! The official quickly moves in to break things up as the knees connect one after the other with sickening effect, Larry's nose starting to gush crimson and his forehead gashed from the blows as Suzuki bodily throws him onto his back and looks at the referee, who is yelling that he is one moment away from disqualification. Suzuki shrugs, then starts to stalk Sweeney as he rolls, dizzily, onto hands and knees and crawls for his corner. The UFC Champion follows the UWF Champion at a leisurely pace, and just before Sweeney can make the tag to the Horror King's outstretched palm, Suzuki grabs him by the ankle and drags him to the corner opposite, then tags in Neville! The fans react in a mixed way as Neville climbs to the top rope and Suzuki pulls Sweeney up with a deadlift into a German suplex! Sweeney bounces hard on the canvas as Neville performs his signature taunt and comes off the top with the Black Arrow! Neville hooks the leg as Marseglia enters the ring to break up the cover, but Suzuki cuts him off by trapping the Horror King in a sleeper hold!

Tom Phillips: This'll do it!

1...

2...

...NO!

Mauro Ranallo: UNBELIEVABLE! LARRY SWEENEY KICKED OUT! HE KICKS OUT OF THE BLACK ARROW!

Corey Graves: Easy there, buddy. Settle down.

Neville seems as nonplussed as Mauro as he grabs his hair in both hands and shakes his head, believing this match must have been over. The Horror King pushes back to the ropes and keeps going as he drives Suzuki over the top; Minoru brings him with him as they both spill to the floor outside, forcing a break of the sleeper. What ensues on the floor is a mad scramble and a melee, while Neville pulls Larry to his feet only to have his eye raked! The Brit stumbles away and Larry rolls him up, grabbing a fistful of tights! The fans are booing as the official counts!

1...

2...

...NO!

Neville kicks out! The fans collectively breathe a sigh of relief as Larry rolls out of the ring and tries to give his head a shake, only to be sent crashing to the floor by the thrown mass of the Horror King as Suzuki tosses him clean with another German suplex into his own tag partner! Both men hit the ground in a tangled mass of limbs as Suzuki walks over and sifts through the carnage to grab Larry, then throws him into the ring. Suzuki climbs up top as Neville finds his feet and backs into their corner, and he claps Neville on the shoulder, tagging himself in! The Black Rose seems visibly frustrated at this as Suzuki enters the ring and he grabs Minoru by the shoulder, turning him about. Suzuki responds by smashing him in the face with a forearm, sending Neville careening into the corner! Minoru then moves in on Sweeney, who is laying prone, and he traps him in the Heel Hook! Sweeney starts to scream and scratch and claw as he reaches for the ropes, but Suzuki locks in the hold and really starts to lean back as he torques it. Sweeney is clawing at his own hair as Neville moves in and starts driving his boot into his own teammate's shoulder! Suzuki grits his teeth and shakes his head as he no-sells the pain of the stomps while threatening to break Sweeney's ankle with the heel hook. Marseglia enters the ring and charges Neville of all people, spiking him to the canvas with the Jump Scare! The fans pop as Suzuki continues to torture Sweeney with the Heel Hook until it looks like Larry blacks out, his body unmoving and his hands no longer flailing. The official goes to check on him but as he does, Marseglia comes off the top and crashes on top of the pile of humanity with a Redrum! The fans erupt in a massive pop at the chaos as the referee is caught by Marseglia in the move as well and all parties are laid out in the ring, with the exception of Vinny, who finds his feet and heads for his corner where he grabs his axe!

Corey Graves: Oh my God, Vinny Marseglia has his axe and everybody's down, including the official! This could turn into a bloodbath fast!

Mauro Ranallo: This is family television!

Marseglia is laughing maniacally as he walks straight over to the UWF Champion and grabs a fistful of his curly hair, lifting his head up. Sweeney's eyes are glazed over and he seems vacant until the cold metallic flat of the axe's blade slides along his cheek, and then suddenly he snaps to and screams, thrashing wildly. The fans are sat in stunned silence, only able to bear witness to whatever horrific fate is about to befall the reviled UWF Champion. And then, the titantron flares to life...

N-N-NEW WORLD ORDER!



Tom Phillips: No!

Corey Graves: No? Thank God, more like! If someone didn't get out here and break this up we would be witnessing a murder right now!

The fans are buzzing as the entirety of the New World order spills from the back: Edge, Christian, Lita and Kyle O'Reilly leading the charge while Nash, Hall and Rude follow close behind. Vinny is laughing and wild-eyed as he drops Sweeney's head to the canvas and winds up the axe like a baseball bat. Larry scrambles out of the ring. O'Reilly, whether out of loyalty or bravado or insanity or some mix of the three, slides right on into the ring and as he finds his feet Vinny takes a swing like he's chopping at a tree. KOR narrowly dodges the swing, but what he can't dodge is the superkick he catches to the back of the head from a recovered Black Rose. Vinny looks at Neville and for the moment all animosity between the two is set aside as Edge and Christian enter the ring. Neville starts to brawl with Christian while Edge takes Vinny to the canvas, his axe sliding harmlessly out of the ring to the floor. The Rated R Superstar lays into Vinny with rights before he is grabbed in a full nelson hold by Suzuki, who lifts him up and tosses him with a suplex! Now Hall, Nash and Rude are climbing into the ring while O'Reilly tries to get Larry up on the outside, albeit groggily after the kick he himself just endured. Neville, meanwhile, has Christian in a corner and is shoot kicking the hell out of his chest.

Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! Pandemonium has broken loose here!

Suzuki and Marseglia stand their ground as Nash and Hall charge in and they start trading blows with the world tag contenders while Rude turns Neville around and hits him with a punch — or tries to, except Neville grabs him by the ears and sits out with a jawbreaker! Rude stumbles around as Suzuki chops him in the chest, spinning him back toward Neville; there's no follow-through, however, as O'Reilly pulls Neville out of the ring and then he gets taken to the floor by Edge with a Spear!

Tom Phillips: The official took a nasty hit from Vinny Marseglia and now chaos has erupted as the nWo have come to the aid of the UWF Champion.

Marseglia and Suzuki are doing their best to hold their ground in the ring, but soon the sheer numbers start to overwhelm them. The Horror King finds himself backed into a corner where Nash starts choking him with a boot while O'Reilly throws in some kidney shots for good measure while Suzuki is being ruthlessly stomped on by the remainder of the gang, less Edge, Christian and Lita, who are taking turns chopping Neville's chest. Bischoff slides out of the ring and pulls up the apron to rifle under it, eventually retrieving several cannisters of spray paint! The fans are booing loudly as he slides into the ring and starts handing out the cans, but before the nWo can put them to use...



Mauro Ranallo: HERE COME THE CAVALRY! Team Austin is here!

Corey Graves: That's not just Team Austin either, Mauro! They're joined by Austin allies DIY!

DIY and Miz lead the charge with Zayn, Kaval and Austin following close behind. The six men slide into the ring as their nWo counterparts square up and then everyone starts throwing hands in a wild display as the fans erupt in massive cheers, loving what they are witnessing here tonight. Edge, Christian and Lita haven't even re-entered the ring as yet, which gives Team Austin and DIY some time to even up the odds as Gargano and Ciampa clothesline Nash out of the ring and hit stereo superkicks on O'Reilly, who rolls out to the floor to try and shake off the cobwebs. Miz goes shot for shot with Rude but eventually gets the upper hand and drives the Intercontinental Champion into a corner, where he starts driving hard into Rick's gut with shoulder thrusts until Christian hauls him off. The Canadian catches an open-palmed smack to the face for his efforts and spins around into a Tidal Wave from Kaval! As Kaval recovers, he's hit with a big boot from Hall! Zayn then takes Hall out with a flying forearm, before getting to his feet and turning into a bionic elbow from Sweeney and a blatant, between-the-legs low blow from Lita!

Corey Graves: Oh, that'll hurt more than just your pride!

As the brawl continues, the Horror King, the Black Rose and the UFC champion are able to rejoin it. Before long, the nWo have almost entirely been driven from the ring. The exception: Eric Bischoff, who quickly realizes he is surrounded and alone, but stands defiantly with two cans of spray paint in his hands. Bischoff starts spraying wildly, catching several of his would-be attackers in the face, but Austin gets in nice and close and kicks him in the gut, then connects with the Stone Cold Stunner to a massive pop from the crowd! Bischoff rolls out of the ring and is recovered by Hall and Nash, who quickly back off to the ramp with their nWo brethren.

Tom Phillips: This looks like it might be over.

Mauro Ranallo: I wouldn't count on that Phillips!

As if to prove Mauro right, Neville, Marseglia, Kaval and Zayn run for the ropes and leap clean over them to execute synchronized tope con hilos! The fans pop even more loudly as the entirety of the nWo are taken to the floor and Team Austin celebrate, but then the cheering is brought to a sudden halt as, once more, the Titantron flairs to life.



Now, the fans are booing, as the Revolution General Manager emerges from the back with a security escort. Maverick points directly at the crowd in the ring and the four men recovering from their mad dive moments prior and security starts stomping down the ramp and strong-arming Team Austin, leaving the nWo to recover and regroup. The fans start to openly jeer Maverick as he heads down the ramp and climbs the steps, entering the ring and calling for a microphone. The atmosphere in the arena is insanely hostile as Maverick takes the microphone.



DRAKE MAVERICK
What the Hell is this? I booked a perfectly simple main event for this show, straightforward, two-on-two tag action and three of the four men competing in it couldn't even manage to execute on that simple request. With the single, notable exception of Larry Sweeney, it has become abundantly clear to me that nobody in tonight's main event has a single ounce of professionalism and for that, I apologize to all of you, the paying fans who came here tonight expecting to see a wrestling match and not this circus sideshow that it has devolved into. Security, escort these men from the arena. NOW!

The guards don't hesitate to start hauling off the members of Team Austin, along with DIY, Marseglia, Suzuki and Neville. Maverick watches as they're dragged up the ramp, one after the next, some struggling more than others. Finally, Austin himself starts to be escorted, but Maverick holds up a hand.

One moment with this one, actually. Mr. Austin, I have tried very hard to be accepting of your antics of late. I put my own neck out for you when I hired you on as the sheriff to oversee my program, Revolution. But what have I been given in return for that generous act? Insubordination. Violence. CHAOS. Frankly, your behavior lately has been unacceptable. You serve at my pleasure and my discretion, and your service here as sheriff has been far from pleasurable for me. You're a headache. A problem that demands an answer, and I've thought of one. At Wargames, if Team Austin should lose, you will retire from your post as Sheriff and leave the UWF...

Drake pauses, and the fans erupt in near-nuclear heat.

FOREVER.

Drake waves off security and they begin to haul Austin off to join the rest of his Wargames team and allies in the cold, the fans jeering all the while. Looking to the fans first, and then the reassembled nWo, Maverick nods. The camera pans over the New World Order's satisfied expressions as the show draws to a close.

-=END OF SHOW=-


Credits

Murphy vs Batista - Semi
Usos vs AFTB - Max
Hardy vs Hart, Omega vs Steen - Jye
Sweeney/Marseglia vs Neville/Suzuki - Crann

OOC: Shoutout to Crann for everything he's done thus far. This will be my first time writing without your help in the coming weeks. Also shoutout to Jye for helping in the clutch and the other writers for getting their stuff in awhile ago. Lots of coding errors I had to fix. Expect an iron fist to be brought down on that shit. Anyways hope you enjoy and let me know if I forgot something.

[Brandyn]

Well folks, I'm here. My apologies for pretty much ghosting for a solid six months. I blame the entirety of Fauche's reign of terror on myself, so whoops there. Anywho, I'm just about wrapping up the toughest part of the year for me so it's back to fedding. This whole falling off thing will probably happen come Fall/Winter 2019, but hopefully not. We'll see.

I honestly haven't kept up well enough to know every single thing going on right now, but the en dubyah oh is apparently a really big thing, so here's my take on that. Taking a peek at the card for Wargames, it seems that most if not all of the matches feature the "nWo vs. everybody" arc, and while it's cool to see the faction stuff play out, I feel like it almost drags the fed's creative process down. This is just my opinion, and this goes for all variations of this faction vs everybody concept, but it seems like the lower card matches are just there so that somebody can be slotted in later on Team Everybody. If a character doesn't have any grudges or alliances or affiliations with either side, he gets kinda lost under the whole thing. Yes, the payoff is coming soon. Yes, it'll all be worth it later on down the line. Yes, it's just the pre-Mania PPV. But no, I don't feel like the faction vs. everybody idea works in the same way WCW vs. nWo only worked until it didn't.

Putting all that aside, I thought the opening promo with all of the nWo was entertaining, and a good way to lay all the cards out onto the table for a guy like me who hasn't been paying attention for literal months. Everybody involved can do great things alone, so seeing it all play out together makes this that much better.

Ew. Yellow.

Looks like Fale ran into some... wait for it... Bad Luck. (I'll go ahead and show myself out.) Samoan Joseph being a badass is better than both bad and ass, because Joe is neither bad, nor ass. He is simply badass, and I like Badass Joe.

It feels very inefficient to record an interview for UWF and in the middle of the interview record and interview for UWF. Whatevs, financially unstable Cathy Kelley. Any which whats, some character building for Dream. Sounds redundant, as every promo should be about character building, but there's not much else to describe this with. Learning more about Velveteen back before he had the Velve and he was just teen.

I don't know if the 8-bit Kenny saga was inspired by or unrelated to Swedish Ace's co.ments about 8-bit E&C, but either way it's still an interesting thing to see. A concept that hasn't been done since I've jumped back in 2017, at least that I can remember.

Ew. Pink.

Marty Scurll inventing the idea of arrests in wrestling lasting longer than the show it happens on. Neat to be carrying this forward instead of it just being a simple way to write off the character, as it easily could be.

What is the fuck up with this formatting? That's twice now that the words have been all squished together like that. It kinda hurts to look at, especially with the uniformity of the colors. Also looks accidental here.

Could The Man compete in men's division matches? Possibly? Who knows? I certainly don't, or else I wouldn't be asking these questions.

I'm going to be honest, I hope Sweeney doesn't retain at Wargames. As was my point earlier, I feel like the whole nWo thing is dragging down creativity because the whole thing becomes "I sympathize with the nWo" or "I hate the nWo". I would rather not see that come up as our main event feud, but if that happens to happen, so be it. Extra time to say stuff... unless one side of the faction war gets fuckin' buried, there won't be a clear winner in this faction feud, so in kayfabe it shouldn't end, but unless we're doing the whole cycling thing where us vs everybody kicks in for Mania, it will end without a conclusive winning side.

But enough about that. Let's dodge around my stuff because I don't like talking about my stuff. I either put myself too high or too low in my opinions of my work, so I'd rather just skip it and move on. No real anecdotes here besides a seven-page Google Doc.

Ew. Gr(a/e)y.

Put the medium rares on the roof because the stakes have been raised. Authority positions on the line to throw a little bonus thing to look out for come Wargames. While I've sounded like a Debbie downer about the whole thing, I'm actually looking forward to it. I like seeing how things play out around here, because it's almost always something new and exciting. I've just spoken my opinions about a general thing more than I usually do.

TL;DR: Read the God damn review, you lazy people. Have fun and drive home safely and responsibly.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Edit: Check out this thread for my full response to this nWo stuff. I didn't really do a good job putting my thoughts into words here, and I would like everybody that wants to throw their hats into the ring to see my full stance on the issue.

uwfnetwork.proboards.com/thread/724/reads-titles-read-anyway?page=1

[Gur]

Apr 13, 2019 23:09:55 GMT -6 Brandyn said:

Well folks, I'm here. My apologies for pretty much ghosting for a solid six months. I blame the entirety of Fauche's reign of terror on myself, so whoops there. Anywho, I'm just about wrapping up the toughest part of the year for me so it's back to fedding. This whole falling off thing will probably happen come Fall/Winter 2019, but hopefully not. We'll see.

I honestly haven't kept up well enough to know every single thing going on right now, but the en dubyah oh is apparently a really big thing, so here's my take on that. Taking a peek at the card for Wargames, it seems that most if not all of the matches feature the "nWo vs. everybody" arc, and while it's cool to see the faction stuff play out, I feel like it almost drags the fed's creative process down. This is just my opinion, and this goes for all variations of this faction vs everybody concept, but it seems like the lower card matches are just there so that somebody can be slotted in later on Team Everybody. If a character doesn't have any grudges or alliances or affiliations with either side, he gets kinda lost under the whole thing. Yes, the payoff is coming soon. Yes, it'll all be worth it later on down the line. Yes, it's just the pre-Mania PPV. But no, I don't feel like the faction vs. everybody idea works in the same way WCW vs. nWo only worked until it didn't.

Putting all that aside, I thought the opening promo with all of the nWo was entertaining, and a good way to lay all the cards out onto the table for a guy like me who hasn't been paying attention for literal months. Everybody involved can do great things alone, so seeing it all play out together makes this that much better.

I'm going to be honest, I hope Sweeney doesn't retain at Wargames. As was my point earlier, I feel like the whole nWo thing is dragging down creativity because the whole thing becomes "I sympathize with the nWo" or "I hate the nWo". I would rather not see that come up as our main event feud, but if that happens to happen, so be it. Extra time to say stuff... unless one side of the faction war gets fuckin' buried, there won't be a clear winner in this faction feud, so in kayfabe it shouldn't end, but unless we're doing the whole cycling thing where us vs everybody kicks in for Mania, it will end without a conclusive winning side.

Put the medium rares on the roof because the stakes have been raised. Authority positions on the line to throw a little bonus thing to look out for come Wargames. While I've sounded like a Debbie downer about the whole thing, I'm actually looking forward to it. I like seeing how things play out around here, because it's almost always something new and exciting. I've just spoken my opinions about a general thing more than I usually do.

This bothers me to be honest because it shows certain guys aren't reading all the promos on the show. Danny himself has admitted to skipping them because he feels there's no story evolution, but that can't be farther from the truth. If everyone read the nWo promos, you'd know that we're constantly out doing ourselves with scenes and our trash talks. We're the top bad guys in the company, there's nothing wrong with us being represented as such in character or in our promos. You're not forced into this storyline, it's not "nWo v. everyone", it's the nWo taking over, with Austin being the lead charge. Plenty of people have chosen too do their own thing, and not everyone is involved with the storyline. Team Austin got the upper hand on us this week, there's nothing wrong with that. We're not burying the entire fed. We're a big challenge because of our quality as TTers. I don't get the whole "I hate/I love the nWo" part either. My Omega, for example, couldn't give a crap right now about the nWo, he's got his own stuff going on. Nothing's something anyone from just ignoring us and doing their own programs. We're a dominant faction, if people dislike us so much, then step up. We're not planning on disbanding any time soon, we're having the time of our lives as a faction. That's not holding any one in this fed back what so ever and it's goofy that it's gotten too the point where we need too explain ourselves.

[Fauche]

I'm a little confused by the anti nWo angle sentiments also (mentioned here by Brandyn, but I know he's not the only dude feeling this way). And I don't mean confused like "my feelings are hurt that people don't like this thin we're doing" I mean confused like "I really truly don't understand what the issue is". As long as the booking is logical and fair and you can trust the staff to pick the right person to win a match (and you'll find nobody more honest or trust worthy as writers than dudes like Crann / Danny / Dres - we're hella blessed like that), then I think the only thing you have to worry about it doing your own thing as well as you possibly can. Everyone thought it would be better for storyline's sake if the Cartel lost more matches earlier on, but those dudes just kept winning threads. Can't be mad at that - it's just the game. And yeah, we've got some titles now, but we haven't been as dominant on all fronts as those guys were for as long as they were. This nWo stuff is just a couple months old, and I think the build to Wargames has all been pretty logical and natural. Rad dudes like Max and Bodor and Semi and Heelboi are all getting title matches, the Wargames match makes sense IMO - and anyone not involved doesn't have to focus on it if they don't want to.

I don't want any conversation about it to be hostile or mean-spirited though. If the nWo is actually harshing on ow much fun you're having with the UWF, I'd be sincerely interested in knowing why. But also, maybe you don't owe me or the other guys an explanation, maybe it's just something to talk with writing staff about. I'd hope that everyone in the fed is enjoying the competition of it, feeling like they have the chance to be as creative as possible and having a lot of fun. If there's anything preventing that, lets figure it out and fix it. Find some solutions, ya know? There's no reason anyone should be feeling down or bummed out or super unenthused heading on into Wrestlemania.


But enough about that! How about this show? Promo-heavy as heck, and that's really fantastic. Obvs we've seen some hard times lately. Lots of dudes have real life stuff going on, it is what it is. But lots of promos indicate that most everyone is still eager to be involved, and that's rad and encouraging. Also great to have Rey and Brandyn coming back into the mix. Both of them had top notch promos - the epic saga of Jericho has been sorely missing from Revolution. Can't forget that he was stealing shows all last summer with his promo work. Plus now I can maybe get that Miz / Jericho dream match at Mania and that would be dandy.

I'm interested to see who Kenny's secret enemy is. My gut says Jimmy Jacobs. But who knows? Also, that finish and the lead up to it sets up a rematch between Steen and Omega IMO, and if they're gonna be feuding and you add Jacobs into that mix then my oh my wouldn't that be something.

Really enjoyed both my matches this week. I liked the high speed intensity of the AFTB / Usos match. Also, I get that maybe it would be some easy, low hanging fruit to write an Usos match with an ironic or comedic bend but shout out to Max for giving them boys the respect they deserve. Main event deteriorating into a gong show was lots of fun IMO. I was kinda thinking I was going to be the reason our team lost tbh, cause while Dres delivered in that thread, I absolutely had an off week and Semi and Bodor sure didn't. All those guys are rad, these threads we're in are challenging, and I'm looking forward to the matches coming out of this. Maverick closing the show with the hammer drop on Austin is some strong punctuation. Been a minute since we had a truly villainous authority figure, and even longer since we had one that couldn't put up a fight himself. Not sure if Danny's return means EC3 will be back but I think this is a dynamic that has some legs.

Some formatting was a little goofy, but heck, this forum is tricky to work with. The coding is full wild card. Big thanks to Semi, Max, Jye and Crann for writing this show. It's been said in the other thread already, and I'm sure he'll be back sooner than later so I don't wanna like eulogize his writing career, but it can't be understated how essential Crann has been to keeping the UWF alive, active, fun and sane. He's the nicest dude, he works his butt off and the only reason all of his stellar characters haven't gone on record-breaking title reigns is cause he's more focused on making sure the machine keeps up and running than he is on feeding his own ego, which is the rarest of rare qualities in a racket like e-fedding. Crann, you'll be missed on writing staff, but enjoy the time away my dude.

Also, big big big thanks to Danny for coming back to write and stuff again. March was rough. But whatever. April now. War Games then Wrestlemania and that's gosh dang thrilling

[Gone]

Such a good show. Like others have said, promo heavy this show is. Good job fellas.

Loved the nWo opening segment. Had me smiling from start to finish. Loved the whole dressing up as Team Austin and stuff, totally felt like an nWo thing to do. You guys are really nailing the nWo style and it's tres bien.

Also George pulling out these great promos as well. He also didn't lose this week (technically). O.O Proud of you, Georgie. You finna win at WarGames and beat Vinny at Mania. Fauche your reign of terror is OVAH!

Gur also busting out some great stuff with his Omega. It's crazy how he's committing to being able to do two or three guys. It's great any of you can do that. It's a hard task to do to juggle between multiple people, so props to yall for keeping up the quality. Loving the Omega video game promos. His Mania match should be good with his mysterious hater.

Also Jye bringing in Alexa is coolio. The more girls, the better. Amirite fellas? We got a total sausage fest in the UWF, so having all these women (played by men 🤔) is bringing some nice diversity. Let's just hope it ain't going to become a bunch of fanfic stuff.

Anyways, good show overall. Nice main event. Looking forward to WarGames. Happy to be part of the writing team and hone my skills and get better. So thanks for the kinds word on my match Fauche.

[wasabi]

DIdn't promo as dr cube this week wanted to focus on war games promo since I felt that one was more important due to not being on the card, but uhh overall I'm pretty hyped.

elephant in the room time: Yeah I guess I can get some of the frustration at some of the NWO stuff considering not only are they holding I want to say... 2 belts at the moment going for a third one but are also main eventing the PPV, it kinda does give a suffocating feeling to people who generally don't get a shot, but at the same time yeah can't argue with how the thread goes. Especially in the mad scramble for a mania shot it does seem like "Well if I'm going to go for a title there's going to be like a 50/50 shot I'm facing a member of the NWO" thus giving the look of everyone vs the NWO. I dunno I'm kinda ambivalent to it considering I'm doing my own thing, but i can see how that will eventually lead me into a NWO feud so huh. I'm not against it, but at the same time with a relatively small roster I can't exactly be like "Hey we need a big heel faction" confidently unless UWF went into faction warfare booking. And I am really apologetic when saying that because I don't want to stifle creativity, but that's just my honest thoughts on the matter.

Show was good, and thank you to Crann and the other writers for not only carrying resistance but carrying revolution while he could, Hope things work out well for you because you've been nothing but understanding to me. And welcome back Danny.

[mattchewie]

Doing this at work so it may ramble, so bear with me. Might as well comment on the nWo commentary seeing as it was my brain child.
I went to Dres and Crann with the idea, which at the time we had two brands. It was decided quickly that the current members would be the only members and no one else would join. At the time we had decent activity in the fed, so that small roster was technically two small rosters, what have you.
Some of those that have expressed their concerns with the nWo are the same that have also expressed that they haven't read every promo or followed every storyline, so those comments I take with a grain of salt because you're basically just bitching for the sake of bitching. Lol.
For those that have followed the storyline, the nWo takeover is just that. A storyline. In a fed where we were 98.76% heel it was extremely hard to distinguish which heel was this certain type of heel and etc. So, what's more heel than a group of arrogant assholes who basically want to take your "job"? Even during the EC3 era, people were trying to go the anti authority route, even more so with Austin. The Anti-Austin Alliance began as that, so did Sweet n Sour Inc. It evolved into Anti-UWF with nWo. Well, by golly gosh that banded just about everybody together didnt it? We cant have another nWo member with another belt, we gotta stop them. That was the storyline, but also the real life sentiment. It bred competition. Like it still is. With the exception of Leedles and the MOTY with Gur, I've actually put more effort and more thought into TTs since nWo started because you guys are putting that much effort into stopping us or just getting a win over us. I dont mean that in offense to anyone that I faced prior to that, but for those that I've faced at that time and recently, you've stepped up your game. That was our initial intent with all of this. Gur, Fauche, and myself had that discussion. If it got to the point that we were killing the fed, it would be a problem, but it appears to be doing the opposite. Max was great as a heel with Dream. Imo hes infinitely better as a face with a purpose of taking out the nWo. Same with Leedles. I'm not going to break it down and name everyone that's made improvements, those are just the most obvious examples. I'm not saying I'm Gods gift to feds and that gives me the ability to judge how you perform, it's just an honest observation.

The nWo overall storyline was to stick it Austin and the board of directors. Tease the possibility that they were their own brand. We didnt tell Max or Leedles or Heelboi or anyone else that they needed to join Austin and go against us, you did it all on your own to involve yourselves in a storyline. Usually, storylines in a fed are up to you to create and maintain. We created our own, we are maintaining it.
Each portion of the nWo has it's own storyline. Sweeney has his World Championship to retain by any means necessary. Rude has had the storyline of breaking the record of the IC title reign even if Austin has tried to stop it. Hall and Nash have the tag team division as their storyline as well as E&C. Even Bischoff has his own storyline with his feud with Austin. We all have our individuality while still being a part of the overall idea. Nowhere in that states that you guys cant have your own time in the spotlight. "nWo has a lot of promos" well. Yeah, so does everyone else. Some of you have had the tendency to do multiple promos for a single show. I dont completely understand why we are the ones that are getting the heat for it when it comes to that.

Now that my rant is over, it kind of ties in with the review. I'm so glad to see that the competition is rising within TTs even during our hiccups recently. Crann, you are the man. I havent hit you up via PM because I know you've been bombarded with it. personally, I'm the type that prefers to be to myself and deal with my stuff without people constantly chiming in to check on me, so if you ever need a chat or someone to bitch about the weather to, I'm here for ya brother.
Excited for what we've got heating up for all of us for Mania.
Hopefully I didnt offend anyone too much, I meant it with love. And at the end of the day, at least hold your head up high that the owner at least reads your promos while ignoring ours 😋😋😋

[wasabi]

Apr 15, 2019 10:33:58 GMT -6 mattchewie said:

Some of those that have expressed their concerns with the nWo are the same that have also expressed that they haven't read every promo or followed every storyline, so those comments I take with a grain of salt because you're basically just bitching for the sake of bitching. Lol.

I thought I stated my concerns pretty well and politely or at least tried not to choose any language that would anger people. Guess I was bitching for the sake of bitching. 

[mattchewie]

I didn't direct that comment towards anyone directly. And my use of bitching as in a form of a verb, not as an attack.
All I was saying is that if someone is going to say they don't see where the storyline is going, yet they also claim they don't take the time to read the promos, then obviously they're not going to see where the storyline is heading seeing as they're not reading the content. It's like bitching about not having a job, but not taking the effort to get up and go fill out applications.
In the portion that follows what you had quoted I also mentioned something to those that have kept up with the storyline. And also stated that I didn't intend to offend with my comments.

[wasabi]

alright my bad, I read the comment as being dismissive towards the people who were critiquing it and shot a snarky reply.